#ugh life is hard

[sovhina]

Tagged in wip whenever by @777greywolf thank you sm!! <3333 uhhhh imma tag uhhhh @lilas @galadae @laaskrin and uhhhh @paleiido no pressure as always but yeah! Behold my dragon age blorbos! I almost didn’t cut talim in bc this ain’t about him but I guESS he can stay. Anyway behold my heroes of thedas,,,,and talim

[velvet-games]

Alastor settled more comfortably in the boat, sighing as the gentle sound of water and crickets cradled his head. He looked up. The sky was always kinder than the water, never reflecting back and instead projecting outward into forever. Heaven maybe, but he’d never believed in that. 

Alastor found that most people thought he was vain, with the way he looked and dressed. Perhaps they were right – he did spend an inordinate amount of time fussing over clothes and hair and whatever else, but it was that exact obsession that was the result not of satisfaction, but horror. 

Horror. It was far more startling when he first looked into a mirror as a child, shocked each time by what he found. No longer was he the voice his father praised so much for its talent for harmonies, but a physical, flesh-and-blood human. He tried straight hair and dresses, wigs and makeup, but they were pretty bandaids over a stab wound that went all the way through. 

The horror had dulled to a faint buzz at the top of his spine now, but it still gnawed at him. Every adjustment of his collar or pull at his hair was one more compulsive edit to a script that should never have been written at all. Alastor wasn’t afraid of Hell, but he was afraid of dying in this body. He was afraid that his voice would end tethered to a human that, however beautiful, could never feel like him.

[everythingtaylor13]

I picked my nails down to stumps today bc I was anxious and now I can’t scratch myself the same

[faerygal]

The quality is so bad ragh

[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".

[spocks-kaathyra]

experimenting w making little trek dolls for the STLV craft swap :))

[sophies-junkyard]

SO excited to see how Marceline is gonna react to Simon’s decision. Like. Simon is so deep in his own shit he has NO IDEA how angry she would be if she knew his plan. And there have been a lot of nods to this. I think it’s very intentional that we the audience saw little Frozen Marcy, but Simon didn’t. He’s not thinking about her right now. Her absence in these universes feels so pointed, ya know?

I mean think about Farm World. We know that in the Farm World universe Marcy guarded Simon’s body for a THOUSAND YEARS. She never left his side, lest the crown fall into someone else’s hands. She went mad with only the memory of his voice to keep her company… but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t seem to fully understand what his transformation did to her.

It’s not super clear how much they’ve talked about it, but knowing both their characters I’m wondering how open Marceline was about her experience with the Ice King. How she could never get through to him even when she cried and pleaded. That she held onto Hambo for a thousand years. That she constantly watched him hurt the people she loved. That she was such a stranger to him that he tried to KISS HER??? Did they REALLY talk about it? Would he be throwing away his second chance if he knew how badly it would hurt her?

“All Simon ever wanted was to see Betty again”. And all Marceline ever wanted was to have Simon back. It’s what Betty wanted too.

I cannot WAIT for the reckoning.

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[90ekz]

Hiii I loved ur bakugo where like hes at the gym and stuff and was wondering if you could do something like that but his s/o goes with him 🫢🫢

this is so funny bc this was actually in my drafts alr 😁

her possession ☆ b. katsuki. | pt 1.

katsuki loves when you tag along with him to the gym.

that sweet smile you give him when he spots you, cooking lunch with you after, its all so relaxing for the both of you.

not to mention your tight lil gym shorts but he’s supposed to stay focused.

this particular day though, you seemed a bit.. tight lipped, and he didn’t know why.

“you good?”

his question floated in the air between you before you just mumbled a soft “yea”, much to katsuki’s dismay.

suspicious, but whatever.

when you moved to lower body exercises, katsuki couldn’t help but notice your noises of annoyance the whole time. he’d look over and you’d be scoffing or smacking your teeth, was he doing something wrong?

“the hell’s up with you?”

“what’s up with me? what’s up with her?”

katsuki’s attention was directed towards the front desk lady. they made eye contact briefly before she tore her eyes away like she’d been caught doing something embarrassing.

he looked back at your annoyed face before making a confused one of his own.

“seriously? you really don’t get it?”

another shrug.

“she’s been drooling all over you since we got here. no way you don’t see that shit.”

katsuki couldn’t help but let a smirk curl onto his lips. you were so easily jealous, it humored him.

“you jealous or sumn?”

you feigned confusion, making katsuki laugh. you knew he was attractive, everyone knew that, but he was yours.

and you were gonna prove it.

“im getting some wipes. come with me.” katsuki was already confused by that request, not to mention that you went to the ones farthest away from your station, but… whatever.

he grabbed some wipes while you made sure the desk girl was watching you.

“babe. ‘s something on your neck.”

before he could respond, you were tonguing the sensitive spot on his neck, causing him to groan a bit too loud for a public gym.

you almost laughed when the desk woman gasped at the display, and katsuki tried to hide his various obvious (and very ‘angry’) blush.

“got it.”

[plasticsandwich]

quick ivy for morale...... gnn

[randomminty]

Opened paint tool sai for the first time in 5 years immediately drew yuri

[rintoorou]

having the miya twins as your brothers would mean them betting over who’d cry on your wedding first

[bardicjustice]

Sidestep: this story is a tragedy.

Ortega: not if I have anything to say about it

[mxmarsbars]

sigh guess who made another clock duo au …

basic premise is impulse is a demon living in the woods and bdubs is a poor human living in a kingdom and he loves nature and goes to the forest to escape the stress of yknow poverty. and that’s how they meet and they both kinda freak out at first but then they’re like it’s chill and start hanging out whenever bdubs stops by and they get closer (interpret that as you will)

but eventually the kingdom finds out a demon is living nearby and they DON’T like that and so they put a bounty on impulse’s head and bdubs being the poor dude he is is like “hm wait that doesn’t sound too shabby throw in a gold clock and it’s a deal (definitely no inspo from third life /sar)” and then he’s tasked to kill impulse to save the kingdom or whatever

I don’t know if bdubs is actually gonna kill him or just pretend he did because he still cares even though he’s flakey as hell but regardless it breaks both impulse’s heart and his trust in him and boom. sad ending. whoops!! ^_^

sorry if this is cringe >_< it’s still a huge wip with lots of world building to do and idk if I’m gonna include other characters or just make random people up but I’d prefer doing the former so we’ll just have to see :P

[dreamweave01]

Them.

[warmsol]

do you crave to be home playing with your sims while you’re out or are you normal