#just posting my dead blog

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

Happy Hallowen @zoeloveconvers99 !!!

[idliketobeatree]

10. in the meanwhile as you chop down our roots measure out D E V O T I O N add lantern oil stir the concoction counter-clockwise. leave it to simmer on the lowest heat. [charles' book of secrets] poem by me art quote by @wordsinhaled

[starridge]

would you guys still like me if i posted inscryption fanart tbe honest

[oh-gh0st]

hiii i come bearing more art ^_^

mostly shadowpeach and mk, then mk with an oc in the last one

[oxymoronicdumbass]

you think i’m crazy about this show now? HAH you should see my AO3 account! …but on second thought, maybe you shouldn’t…

[tango-but-everywhere]

*rises from the dead* thank you pearl for this behind the scenes/exclusive preview!!

[ID: a minecraft screenshot, taken within a trial chamber. Pearl and Etho are closest to the viewer, standing back to back. The minimal armour texture pack is on. Pearl is drawing a bow in full netherite and Etho is wielding an enchanted diamond sword in a mix of netherite and diamond armour. Between them and further away, Tango is walking somewhat toward us. He’s wielding a bow but not drawing it, and wearing full diamond. There’s a whole bunch of blue flame and skull particles in the air between the three of them. End ID]

[jedi-enthusiasm-blog]

The Heart of a Jedi

It is a common belief in the galaxy that the Jedi are not permitted to love. Silently, some people mourn the children given to the Jedi, believing they will be brainwashed to hide their emotions and be unable to love. Disdainfully, some parents who don't wish to give their children to the Order claim that their children will never know love if they are taken in by the Order.

But love is a word with many connotations. How can a Jedi affirm or deny such accusations when they may be working with widely different definitions of the same word? When beings can mean any number of disparate emotions, many compatible with their way or life and many others contradictions of their code, values and vows?

The Jedi do not claim love is forbidden to them. How could they, with what love means to them? Saying love is allowed is misleading, and saying it's encouraged severely understates how important love is to them.

Love is essential, central to a Jedi's life. One cannot be a Jedi if they are devoid of love.

The Jedi do not claim that love is forbidden to them, as they share an ideal of kindness and compassion for all forms of life.

How could they strive towards this without love, as they understand it? Not affection, necessarily, for a Jedi must be compassionate even towards those they dislike. Rather, a deep respect for life, an attempt to understand it and its connections, and an endless drive to reduce suffering where they can.

That, to a Jedi, is love.

A Jedi must love everybody. They love the starving, the abused and the slaves of the galaxy, because they need their help. They love pirates, slavers, and corrupt politicians, when they dislike and want to stop them.

They even love the Sith.

But for many beings in the galaxy, that is not enough. For many beings in the galaxy, that is not love. And as long as the Jedi reject the cruel thing the galaxy calls love, that grasps and steals and demands to own, long as the Jedi accept the inevitability of death, the futility of holding on to what is not meant to be held, there will be those that call the Jedi loveless.

How sad, a Jedi would say, to be unable to conceive love without cruelty.

[concert-bflat]

ONE THING THAT FUCKING KILLS ME ABOUT IVAN AND TILL SINGING MY CLEMANTIS THAT I'M NOT SEEING ANYONE POINT OUT??

IN THE ORIGINAL MY CLEMANTIS MIZI AND SUA SING THE FINAL “MY CLEMANTIS” TOGETHER BUT IN TILL AND IVAN’S VERSION IVAN SINGS IT ALONE???

You know. Because. Unrequited Feelings and All.

THE FACT THAT HE SINGS THAT LINE AFTER SINGING "Oh my Clemantis, please stay by my side"

TILL DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO HUM THE LAST PART WITH IVAN, NOR DOES HE SING THE LAST LINE WITH HIM LIKE MIZI AND SUA DO TOGETHER. HE FUCKING DOESN'T STAY BY IVAN'S SIDE

ALSO. IVAN'S VOICE TREMORING AT THE VERY END OF HIM SAYING THE FINAL "CLEMANTIS"

I FUCKING HATE IT HERE

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[g1ngerbeer]

do you think they noticed a change, the first few loops. i think they did. because how could they not, cheng xiaoshi and qiao ling, the two closest friends lu guang has, seeing him walk out of the room through a camera shutter and re-enter changed. diminished, faded, sad, the worn and cracking face of an old photograph. more and more tired each time he dives, further and further back with each attempt. every time a failure. and even as he lets the tides of time weather him more - render him a ghost, it feels like sometimes - even as lu guang changes more and more from the person he used to be, so too does that moment of disconnect in his friends’ eyes shorten and fade. because they don’t know him anymore. the golden stretch of time he spends by their sides before it all goes wrong is sliced thinner and thinner with every photo he uses, his touch blurring the memory with blood. each time he fails they know him less - the first him, the one unburdened by the terrible knowledge he now holds and the weight of too many failures.

soon they will never have known him at all.

Because you would notice if your best friend time travelled from a horrible future, but not if he travelled back so far he erased the person he once was (the person you knew) (the person you loved, first. before you loved this newer-older transparent version, never knowing a difference.)

(and this too is a loss to be grieved, he thinks sometimes in the dead of night to the sound of soft breathing in the bunk below, selfishly. but it is worth it if cheng xiaoshi lives.)

(the death of everything lu guang ever was is worth it if it means cheng xiaoshi lives.)

[read-write-thrive]

the dead boy detective agency main four are a polycule on various points of the aromantic/asexual spectrum (in addition to their various sexualities), with the various side characters playing the roles of parental figures or talking stages. thank you for coming to my ted talk

[starlos-hat]

returning to my roots

[fruitlicense]

I’ve been thinking a lot today about the Neil Gaiman article - I haven’t read it yet, but I feel like I need to soon. Today I just felt fucking angry, because I liked his writing and enjoyed his presence on tumblr and he hurt people unimaginably badly. I know that presenting a benevolent face to the world is exactly how people get away with that kind of shit, but I still feel bad for falling for the act and worse for spending time thinking about how to move my interests away from his work.

like. I wasn’t hurt by his actions the way that the people he abused were. They’re the ones we should care about, listen to, and respect by not supporting him, monetarily or otherwise. An experience like that is so much more world-shattering than “oh shit, a writer I like is actually a horrible person.” I think it’s normal to mourn stories you loved when their authors betray your trust in them to be decent human beings, but I also feel so guilty about it. Yeah, the stories meant a lot to me and I loved them, but real people will always, always matter more.

[lilacerull0]

worked and waited; hoped and loved

Little Women & My Brilliant Friend (JoFritz + LilaEnzo)

largely inspired by this post

[jacepi-time]

[splitathon]

i swear i'm not dead guys