#none of this makes any sense

[marmeladednd]

caleb widogast is an extremely pathetic and wet rag of a wizard, but he is nothing compared to gale dekarios

[solemntitty]

this is how i've cleared abyss to floor 11. welcome to my personal artifact hell

[sunnysduet]

bruh looking back at the like. literally like 4 paragraphs of a character study i wrote for eiji now is so funny what the hell was i doin

[ka-go-me]

outoftomorrow:       LOL. xDDD Thanks for the laugh anon. 

[gimmemore75]

And this everyone is why we teach about diversity young. That some people are just different. I'm so sorry this happened to OP. I'd love your book recommendations with the blurbs. I haven't mastered the art of stepping where the others step, I fail to mask at your level so it's easier to drop it because I step on landmines anyways. Keep trying with your therapist. Even bring a checklist of topics to talk about and be prepared to explain, "Well duh I picked up on these conversational things. It's because in the past when I didn't try people decided to crucify me when I didn't know what I did was wrong so excuse me of bring afraid that my therapist is going to hate me and not want to work with me anymore if I don't time when I blink. " Because that's your reality. That's your truth. You need to let the therapist know YOU and not the one yoy made up in order to function enough to get to her office.

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[larastear]

me when when I have to learn leatherworkinf: i will suffer

[poeticpascal]

Super excited to read! I have work (unfortunately) and won’t be able to read until tomorrow. But believe when I say every minute until then will be filled with excitement!

So excited for you to read it!! I hope work goes well for you today my mate 💖💖 and thank you for being such a lovely lil bean xx

[schadenfreudich]

I don't know why, but if a man with a very deep voice speaks german, I always expect him to make a bad joke.

I feel like german comedy has used men with very deep voices for jokes so often, it just made a connection in my mind. And like, clearly, unlike most voices you hear primarily in comedy, you do actually occasionally hear a man speak german with a very deep voice outside of comedy.

[allforafro]

I like this scene

Sylar calling Mohinder asking him for help confirms what Sylar said a few episodes earlier, how much meeting Mohinder meant to him not to mention that for Sylar, Mohinder is the only person he can call a friend. even if mohinder drugged him and tried to kill him (even if it was due to sylar's encouragement) sylar decides to take the risk and ask mohinder for help, thinking that he will understand him and as I guess show him that he is not the person Mohinder thinks he is.

sylar's explanation distinguishing his ordinary murders from blowing up new york city is…well I don't know what word to use here but I will say I understand why mohinder doesn't buy it. there are no reasons that could justify killing someone.

However, I see in Sylar's statement that this is not the moment of no return yet, there is still a chance to help this man. I think Sylar feels this way too, to some extent. it's not something that defines him as a bad person, a murderer. his destiny is not evil but indeed evolution. The moment of killing his mother is the point of no return for Sylar. he accepts his fate as a human bomb, the villain of the story. although this is also an interesting point, is that during the confrontation with peter at kirby plaza, sylar refers to himself as a hero (but I will write about it another time because I am straying from the topic).

so sylar calls mohinder for help, mohinder tells him to go to the police and even calls 911, for some reason he thought sylar wouldn't hear it, or maybe he thought sylar would go along with the idea.

even though sylar admits that calling mohinder was a mistake, he somehow doesn't seem to care that mohinder once again rejected his request for help (and to some extent his desire for redemption), he probably guessed that mohinder wouldn't come to him and hug him and say that he's not that bad and doesn't need to blow up the city lol

looking at mohinder, I think he felt stupid for rejecting his request for help. I don't know if it's just me who reads too much into their interactions as a fan of their ship but I have the impression that Mohinder, despite all his hatred towards Sylar for killing his father, being deceived and helping Sylar reach another person with abilities that he can kill , mohinder cares about him. or at least he's willing to give sylar a chance to present a different side of himself or something like that.

I don't know, their interactions are just always like this; reluctance, hatred towards each other and some strange concern for the other resulting from understanding the other person.

ok, I'd better stop because this post doesn't make sense anyway, but I could talk about them for hours.

Edit:How could I forget about this scene when Mohinder hears Sylar's voice and turns around as if he expected to see Sylar behind him. mohinder relax, it's just a phone call, sylar can't teleport through the phone

The Hard Part HEROES (2006–2010)

[mihael64]

i dont even know how to change my name

[andsewingishalfthebattle]

Novice sewing pattern: Cut out shapes. Line up the little triangles on the edges. Stitch edges together. We've also included step-by-step assembly instructions with illustrations.

Novice knitting pattern: yOU MUSt uNDerstANd thE SECret cOdE CO67 (73, 87, 93) BO44 (63, 76, 90) 28 (32, 34) slip first pw repeat 7x K to end *kl (pl) 42 * until 13" (13, 13, 15) join new at 30 pl for 17 rows ssk 27 k2tog mattress lengthwise BO and sacrifice a goat to the knitting gods. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT "INSTRUCTIONS," I JUST GAVE THEM TO YOU

[blearyfaced]

i really want to cry

[threeshadesoflime]

set post-never let me go (fic)

(forgot to mention but masky is using ASL here, the exposed hand was originally intended to be drawn doing a "wasn't me" sign (or the closest translation) but i forgot completely until posting this)

[purpleshadow-star]

It's kind of funny (heartbreaking) that there were multiple Ravens who wanted a number, to the point where some tried to manipulate Jean into helping them one way or another, but none of them would have been next in line. No matter what they did, there was always someone ahead of them on the list. Someone who wasn't even on the team. That someone wasn't Neil. Neil was a surprise to everyone, including Riko. That someone was Andrew.

Kevin might have had to beg Riko to go visit Andrew, and Riko might have laughed at Kevin and dismissed Andrew when Andrew turned him down, but make no mistake, if Andrew had accepted and had become a Raven, he would have taken that #4 spot within his first year.

If we're being real, Andrew had more of a chance at becoming part of the perfect Court than any of those Ravens ever had. Even Jean thinks of Andrew as one of them.

The other Ravens never stood a chance.

[greenheartart]

Day 15 - Mysterious

*why do i care about this?

[saym0-0]

i fw loceit now

(ref under the cut)

this is the kind of photo where i feel like i should know who these people are but really i just found it on pinterest