Fuck Bethesda and its unnecessary, mod breaking updates

I keep having to tear down extremely predatory/misleading Scien.tology flyers in my school's art building. This is the third fucking time I've ripped the fuckers up and I'm getting Real Fucking Tired of it.

"Pretty enough to paint. Too bad I don't have a canvas. Or paints. Or the skills."

Never change, Wyll. Never change.

"all men are evil" is radfem/terf rhetoric, but clarifying "all cis men" because you want to signal that you're not transphobic doesn't work because it's still deeply rooted in radfem beliefs. It's saying you believe there's something inherently evil in being born/assigned "male", and you carry it over in how you treat ppl who transition in or out of that gender. "All cis men are evil", is gender essentialist and you can't get around that.

Fucking tired of ppl who think their terf soundbites with a fresh coat of paint are sooo progressive

Psst hey!! Over here!

Fic writers and original story writers are the same!

Writing fanfics doesn't make you any less of a writer!

Yall are just gatekeepers. Stop being assholes. There's room for everyone!

when no one has written the exact fic to scratch a very specific emotional itch and you absolutely do not have time to write it yourself but you still want to read it dammit

Yeah, hi, so,

I have a better idea:

✨Let aroace characters be aroace✨ challenge 2024 [impossible]

We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore. We were so close. Then they flavored it mango and now it's taboo to criticize it anymore. People don't ask if they're allowed to vape indoors, they aren't considerate of people who may have health problems that are triggered by the chemicals or if it just bothers them, people don't care that they're supporting an industry built on corruption and greed, they can't see it draining their pockets and much less their health. We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore.

Bed

Showed my work to family and the response was, well, let's just go with less than enthusiastic... Not unkind, but it left me feeling like a child seeking validation, which is stupid. I'm not, I'm just (apparently) really bad at reading people. I don't pick up on the subtleties so if someone says they like a thing, I share more of it, not realizing that maybe they were just being polite.

Take this blanket (pattern: cosmic cal by Helen Shrimpton), for example . A while back, I gifted it to my mother only for her to immediately give it away. If I'd realized she wouldn't value it, I'd have kept it for myself. And yet still, here I am, trying to share things with people who clearly are not interested. 😒 Am I a hopeful optimist, an idiot or just a slow learner?

Rhetorical question, by the way. This really is just a long winded way of venting into the void and saying, sod it. From now on I'm going to do this stuff for myself. My art. My enjoyment. The way I should have approached it from the start.

Edit: thank you to everyone here who has commented, liked or reblogged my work. It warms my dark and brittle soul to see that people *do* like what I do. I know I'm just bitching here about how the people close to me don't seem to care about it, but I know there are many, many other people who do and that matters to me. I appreciate you all. 💕

moral dilemma ft. your guilty conscience that takes the form of your brother who you killed dust sans & papyrus by ask-dusttale

Brain, can't we just think on one story at a time?

Why do you want me to plan out another werewolf romance story with OCs that will inevitably get buried in the endless list?

One werewolf arc is enough right now, god dammit

happy birthday to a Special Girl

Why haven't I seen anyone talking about this?! This is adorable 😂

Astarion: "Phew, I don't think Minsc will find me - "

Minsc: "ASTARION! My old friend!"

Astarion: "SON OF A BITCH!"

getting stuck in the mindless phone scroll

Every rich person who goes around talking about how they’re so different and that if they had to start over from $100 today would have a million by the end of the year should be subjected to some kind of fairy curse where they have to earn a million dollars in a year’s time starting from a hundred dollar bill and — this is important — nobody recognizes them. Either they’ve been enchanted to have a totally unrecognizable face, or everyone around them has been ensorcelled to completely forget who they are.

Because if they are so singularly spectacular, if everyone can just pull themselves up by their bootstraps, then it couldn’t possibly be that they’re particularly well connected through friends or family or work. It couldn’t possibly be that it’s the collateral of who they know and who they were that got them where they are today. They should be able to turn that $100 into a million because they’re just so gosh darn committed to it.

And if they don’t have the million by the end of the year they’re turned into a pressed penny