#so imma do it now!

[impsandstars]

The contrast of this Blitz

Against the Blitz that we have now

Rather spectacular what accepting one's feelings and the feelings of the person you've fallen in love with can do.

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[reengeen]

NEW OBSESSION AQUIRED

[onejellyfishplease]

I dont draw Smarts and Crafts duo often enough

[tom-is-online]

Toya being a loser

if toya doesn't get a matching card I will start killing ppl idgaf

[herewithinthevoid]

I'm leaving this right here because just the memory of this little video that Sesame Street shared with a gentle invitation to "stop scrolling, take a deep breath, and use the next few minutes to escape to a place where the air is sweet" reduced me to tears and gave me a safe space for a few moments to release some of the heaviness and sadness that's weighing heavy on my soul.

[clownsuu]

“I don’t know what you see in a little guy like me,,,” Honkers. Badonkers! Badahonkaroos!!!

New pillow acquired

[ashes-in-a-jar]

I haven't thought much about Jonathan Sims for long enough that I kinda feel like I've started thinking about him a little more divorced of the emotional attachment I might have had once. Because I just saw a post lamenting his slow descent into inhumanity and losing his identity, becoming the archivist rather than Jonathan Sims, losing his friends, his house, everything he loves.

But is that true? That put upon head archivist persona he had in the beginning, was that really him? The way I see it, real life has already leached him of any identity he might have had, he didn't really have friends, Tim and Sasha clearly weren't, as we saw in their season 5 recording. He chose to make them his subordinates over beib friends, pushed away Georgie, he became so desperate for approval that he agreed to take a job he clearly has no idea how to do, let his stress over it isolate him from everyone around him, had a desperate need to assert himself in the beginning of every recording as 'head archivist of the Magnus institute london'. Forget about even having a home, he often slept in his office for heaven's sake.

The way I see it, this story is about him finding himself, finding the perfect place for himself in this already doomed world that was already strangling him and everyone around him. He became the Archivist, no longer needing to connect himself to some godforsaken capitalistic institute to identify himself. found his role, he enjoyed its power, even admitted to it. He found love. He found purpose in trying to save the world. In the end he was surrounded with the friends he made along the way (as friendly as they could be under the circumstances). He was finally allowed to make real choices, have true responsibility over himself and not be some tired corporate worker, part of a tired pointless system. Sure his choices weren't that great, and getting there was through outside manipulation and his own ignorance and he had to suffer immensely and pay an awful price of what we like to call his "humanity" but he Became and found what we all look for - his calling.

"It's still me" he says in the last episode. Because he is. He lost nothing and gained everything. Even dying in his lover's arms.

Forget about being human. In the end Jon achieves apotheosis and truly becomes Jonathan Sims

[beeduoo]

i really like that one tiktok

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[clockworkreapers]

Making more stuff up for Tales From The Road, maybe rest stop to figure out where exactly you are cuz its looked like this for nearly three hours of driving

Boy Nebraska is flat, hope someone doesnt get abducted by something in a corn field, that would so suck

[temeyes]

not feeling too well today, so just some quick busts for now

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw thinkin’ so hard about Levi ‘n comparing hand sizes for the first time~

Levi pressing his palm to yours. curling his fingers over yours mumbling about how soft your skin is and much bigger his hands are…….

Before he can stop it the thought of what your hand would feel wrapped around Levi’s cock pops into his mind. His face turning bright red as he pulls his hand away from yours. Stuttering out an apology and going back to whatever game the two of you were playing.

The same image of you working so hard to close you hand around his cock filling his mind later when he’s trying to jerk off-

His imagination running wilder too, you on your knees below him, using your mouth, giving him little licks before you suck on the tip

 “…Not….not enough-” Levi whines, eyes closed tight to keep his fantasy that you’re actually there. Actually with him, helping him-

Speeding up his movements trying to match what you’re doing in his mind, “It’s still not right….” After all, your hand wouldn’t be able to wrap all the way around his cock like his own can. Instead, he tried to mimic your hand, loosening his own grip and lifting off a finger.

“cl-closer…” moaning and biting his lip to keep from actually calling your name, only getting a few more shaky jerks of his hand along his cock, teasing his thumb over the tip before he’s cumming all over his own hand.

Letting out another, louder, whine, as disappointment flashes across his face when Levi opens his eyes and he see you aren’t actually in front of him…

Reaching for some tissues to clean up with he thinks about how your hands would have been coved in his cum….or maybe you’d let him finish on you face? Or down your throat…. “Fuck ‘m getting hard again….”

[evelyn-and-art]

TORSO STUDIES (extras): Kotoha, Shizuka, Tsubakino and Endo

Art Studies with Eve #2

The studio welcomes three lovely queens 🫶

...and a snake 😕

And that completes the torso studies! Thank you for the positive feedback on the first part and for waiting for this one 🫶.

Part 1

[purplebehittindifferent]

Hope y’all have got some kromer or this call might be pretty short.

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(a quick thanks to my beta reader @prunpplee)

[writeshite]

“I can't give you a castle,” you remind Rhaenyra, “or wealth, or expensive dresses. I doubt I can give you more than the flowers I pick along the grounds.”

Rhaenyra smiles a little bumping her head softly against yours, “You give me loyalty; it is a rare enough commodity.”

“But how far will loyalty get me? I can't compete with the Lannisters or Tyrells or Freys.” You say, and she places her hand on your cheek in response.

“If I wanted any of them I would have them,” Rhaenyra huffs, “I want you, that's why I have you.” She affirms, pulling you in for a kiss.