#random thoughts idk

[dualshaft]

Aquatic monster dick being so slick it's so much easier to give head but also so much easier to slip too far and invade your entire throat

[inquisitor-apologist]

Since Ezra probably dropped out of school when his parents were taken, that means he wouldn’t have had past like. A 2nd grade education.

When he gets on the Ghost, he would not know long division. He probably wouldn’t know anything about history, local or galactic, and would have no concept of basic biology or chemistry. He would not know what the fuck a semicolon is.

I can’t imagine Hera and Kanan would be okay with that once they figured it out, right? They’d have to, like, at least try to give him some education.

Do you think they installed a homeschooling program on Chopper? Do you think Sabine taught him chemistry with bombs? Did Hera teach him geometry while showing him how to fly? Did Zeb teach him the basics of strategy and political science when planning missions? How did he survive his month at the academy without knowing what a fraction is?

[simonsrosebud]

y’all do we think that kevin gets invited to court for the 2008 olympics…?

it’s the summer after the end of TKM

spring of 2007 kevin brings his left hand back into the equation, i imagine by the time spring of 2008 comes he’s using it consistently enough that he’s back to being a lefty- if not switching hands mid plays to trip up his opponents.

idk like that kind of skill is crazy, and kevin was already the best striker in exy who was already on court before his injury. i wanna think he gets the invite

[bearygoldie]

Clara and Odette love when Velvette is at the overlord meetings cuz their mum (Carmilla) parents her and they find it funny.

Clara and Odette are 100% singing ‘Respectless’ at home😂

[lucadrawss]

I have the urge to draw angst but the need to sleep, I can't decide which one is more important.

Fuck it I'm drawing angst.

[will80sbyers]

healthy straight relationships often have queer vibes in my mind but it doesn't even make sense because queer relationships aren't even all healthy in the end idk where I picked up this thing that if I see a sweet straight couple I assign queerness to them automatically like what

[letulthi]

So fun fact - my art looks better (to me) when it is fully shaded and properly given lighting effects

Another fun fact - I don't usually do that cuz it takes longer and makes me want to eat a brick in frustration

Cool crumb of knowledge - I want to start doing that again because I want my art to improve and grow, not stagnate

Further interesting tidbit - I have decidedly not shaded anything at all for long enough that I've kind of forgotten how to do it

Anyway, time to brute force my way through relearning shadows and lighting, yippee (I did this to myself)

[sweetness-doesnt-touch-my-face]

#FunFact: Though it's ridiculously fun to light-heartedly use the phrase "that movie changed my life" in regular forms of conversation. I'm probably one of the few to sincerely mean it. For that reason among many, Dead Poets Society is my favorite film of all time. It's a little discouraging to see it become fangirl fodder these days. It's obviously not the intended point of the movie.

If you're even just a casual viewer, you realize and can appreciate the cinematography, the soundtrack, the performances, and the overall ideals. These are all acceptable if that were the reason to personally praise it so high above all else. But that's not my reason.

When I was a directionless 15-year-old, a high school dropout who felt double the pressure to take the right career path for the life ahead of her. I sincerely had no idea what I was going to be. I had started writing poetry as a throwaway hobby.

I never considered it as something to pursue let alone think about as a potential profession. I mean, hell. Any person will tell you that being a poet doesn't bring in the big mones and it's the least desired job in literature. Poetry hasn't been in demand since the early 20th century.

It's an unfortunately dying star.

It by no means gives you a stable let alone assuring future.

I had few outside sources in my life at the time that told me that my angsty pieces of poetry were actually good. To be told to stick with it because you're good is another. So I briefly flirted with the dream of being a poet reciting her pretentious garble in a smoke-filled after-hours cafe. But it never felt realistic. I had nothing original to say.

I was a kid for gods sake.

It just so happened that in this period of already overwhelming hormonal irregularity, I was also mourning the recent loss of Robin Williams. Binge-watching his filmography seemed like the only cure.

I happened to naturally come across dead poets, since it is highlighted as one of his best. I watched it blind. I was enamored by the delivery of the lines, the beautiful atmosphere of nature, in awe of Mr. William's portrayal.... then inevitably punched in the throat - which spurted a reasonable amount of tears.

But what I came away with it was far much greater than my little mind could ever comprehend. My future had been drastically altered. My existence wasn't rewritten, so to speak. It was that I felt I received the spiritual "yes." I can do this. Because I'm meant to do this.

I can, and will, be a poet. That will be my job from this day forward. I will find little financial gain from it. But my entitlement will accept no other title. This is what I'm going to be.

I am a poet.

In retrospect, watching actors pretend to be poets isn't exactly a wise idea when it comes to making a permanent life choice. It was Mr. Keating's words, however. It touched a place in my rough core, striking a nerve that I hadn't felt before. It resonated. There was a passion embedded within me. I was already writing poetry.

But I wasn't striving for success.

I was writing to remove the rotten parts of my brain.

But it was purposeful now. Poetry is an essential part of the human race. Of life. My words did mean something. Its fate didn't need to end up in the bottom of a trash can.

And it didn't.

It's almost nine years later.

I am still a poet.

It's what I do. It's what I am.

I've been published.

I've written hundreds of pieces.

I've had supporters from across the globe.

I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

[akinachiri]

being tested for a disorder then not being able to be given a medical diagnosis just bc u dont meet a singular criteria is so..... yea

[an-aviary-far-from-home]

girls who listen to tom waits and boys who listen to tom waits are completely two different vibes and things prove me wrong

[shadycatdraws]

Pistachios are great bc they combine my two favorite things: fidgeting with my hands and getting a little treat

[chet-ho7mgren]

His dog is so cute 💓

I wonder what his dog’s name is

I like to think his dog and my dog would get along, my dog loves other dogs, and they look about the same size

[3sire-777]

I find it truly sad that human don't purr. Like imagine hugging someone and immediately they start to purr?? Heaven.

[dazedpisces]

suddenly the bitter colds and harsh edges of february have softened. a bird is chirping outside, light is filtering through the windows, a bouquet of flowers rests on the kitchen table. the dark heavy weight on my shoulders is fading. u may have scoured my heart out and left it in the open, but u left it in the perfect position, right in the direction of the sun’s rays. now the light shines down on it, a gentle apricity. i can feel my heart defrosting. maybe i don’t hate february after all. maybe i misjudged it. maybe what i really hated was you. maybe i just needed to lose something to find myself again.

[king-of-tragedy]

Dark retellings of Alice and Wonderland aren't my favorite thing just because the original genuinely was supposed to be silly and whimsical.

That being said...

I have ideas for a dark retelling of Alice in Wonderland...

[dandydogboy]

When I get excited about things my brain turns into a squeaking mess that wants nothing more than to skip around in circles and rip paint off the walls. Physically I am a stone faced statue (usually, depending on where I am and who I'm with I might actually express it). Just find this silly