What do you mean Annabeth gave Grover a stress ball because he was picking at his horns? And I’m just supposed to be okay??

to knowing the good times were good, only in wistful memory

save me indeed.com

people who think that tcw "fixed" the prequels need to actually examine the pt vs tcw for a while because. first of all girl what was there to fix? second of all how is tcw an improvement? what was changed for tcw that wasn't worse than the prequels?

obi wan was made to be a huge flirt who hits on everyone he meets which was not even a little bit supported by the pt and also was given a love interest for no other reason than to fridge her for his manpain (and also, apparently, to make him more “relatable”??? barf). plus the entire rako hardeen arc, in which obi wan is just a fucking horrible person who doesn’t care about his friends, i guess.

padme went from a strong and central character who was brave, powerful, and involved to being shoved to the side in favor of dave filoni's pet character and completely defanged. she’s ignored to the point where "prequel" (read: tcw) fans will say "the pt trio 🥰" and not even include her despite her being a main fucking character

anakin went from being a complex yet compelling character who genuinely loved padme, who was deeply compassionate for the most part, and who also was allowed to show emotions to being an controlling misogynistic asshole who's in mustafar mode at all times and doesn't have any emotions except for rage, lust, smugness, and embarrassment (because these are obviously the only emotions that men are capable of experiencing). i don't think he cries once in the series, which is wildly out of character on its own.

how is any of that “fixing” anything?? and everyone in the sw fandom stans tcw so hard that even if someone’s talking/writing about the events of the actual prequels, the shitty tcw characterization creeps its way in

also obikins don’t interact this post ain’t for you

I got a job interview to leave this shitty cafe behind hopefully all goes well 😫😭

I do kind of like the idea of Armand having Monster gender dysphoria

Like there's the whole thing about Vampire As Gender (there's some quotes he has about gender that are relevant to this but i'm not looking them up now). And iirc he doesn't like being refered to as angelic (maybe also having 'prettiness' emphasised, i don't remember clearly) but he doesn't like. Actually seem to take issue with being seen as beautiful in and of itself so much as being seen as like. Saintly/angelic/good/being put on a moral pedestal and he seems to like when daniel is Into The Monstrosity and not mind when he sees him as beautiful otherwise.

Welcome to my poorly researched ted talk powerpoint presentation-

i still havent read chapter 64 of cr bc im scared. and i avoid tumblr bc i dont want to be spoiled. but i want to read what happens next so badly. BUT IM SCARED

I have this feeling in my chest. A muscle straining in between my ribs. I know logically it's coming from my shoulders. I know. I know. You told me to sit up straight. I know. I don't listen. So I get this pain. It's one of those pains where I can't change anything to fix it while it's happening. All I can do I press my fingertips to the muscle and push. Some pain can be used to alleviate others. That's something I've found. Mom used to cry every time she talked about her father getting older. I remember every thanksgiving, driving home from dinner at her parents house, listening to Christmas music on the radio with my mom crying in the passenger seat. She says it doesn't scare her anymore. Nothing scares her anymore. She sounds like me in school. I still remember telling my art teacher that I wanted to cut myself so she couldn't let me have a pencil sharpener. Didn't scare me to tell her. Didn't scare me later when I loudly told her to go fuck herself when she put one on my desk. Didn't even scare me walking my backpack to the office or getting suspended for a day. It made me feel sickly proud of myself. None of the kids in that class looked at me the same after. Or the teachers. I dropped out a year later. Some pain can alleviate others. I remember you telling me when I got home that we could hang out the day I was suspended. I think I turned you down to sit alone in my room. I wish I had gone with you. Some pain is still pain. Like driving my older brother from his school to your funeral. That pain is still pain. Watching your son cry in front of the friends he outgrew years ago just because they knew you. You were always a better dad to other peoples kids. We always said that. Maybe it has something to do with the personalities we inherit from our parents. Like how I cry every time someone talks about their father getting older. The concept of grandparents puts me in bed for a day. Don't even get me started on weddings. Or funerals. Or my own graduation. None of it's the same. Some joy is still pain. I don't think I'll forget that.

why must the hottest soldiers face the toughest battles (low iron)

Today I was able to stand for a new limit of 50 minutes when my physical symptoms are at their most minimal in a controlled environment. So we know 50 is the max now we're trying to reach 1 hour. I feel like I could've reached an hour with how I was feeling but the muscle endurance in my legs wouldn't have let me. I'm reaching a weird stage in my progress where its been so long since my body has had to support my weight for that long the blood pooling in my soles irritates and hurts like hell the days afterwards so now i'm rubbing the my feet like i've worked a hard day to prevent the inflammation from impeding my progress. I feel tho if I can reach that 1 hour limit I can reach longer times with practice. Its been years since i've stood for so long i'm really excited to keep practicing and hopefully keep improving. Last year around this time I was barely reaching 35 maybe 40 if I really really pushed- during my least symptomatic hours. Those extra 10 minutes might not mean much but since the beginning of my illness I never imagined i'd be able to make it to 30 let alone 50. I felt pretty good this session too which is the most important part, I feel like its the lack of muscular stamina that held me back rather than cardiac endurance. Anyway update is over, if I reach that 1 hour time it'll be a happy day I cannot tell how long it'll take me to reach that time but with some more practice I think a few weeks or months at least i'd imagine maybe even sooner. I'm so happy lets go! Dreams do come true at least 4 me ehehe!

         Still thinking of BG3 Sayuri who comes from a notorious family that is essentially murder for hire. They are known primarily as entertainers, actors, even dancers to camouflage their real intentions. Though have been notorious in knocking down high political figures, socialites, esteemed members of the city making them middlemen of the sort. None can confirm or deny it, though she learned quickly at the age of eight either to adapt to the world around her or be swallowed by it. She generally seems uncomfortable once approaching closer to the city knowing her family will be watching their runaway with intense eyes.

       Even if she was apart of academia for sometime, they never let her stray too far, often humorously joking amongst their social circle her curse is that of freedom, she cannot see anything but an endless horizon to obtain. It’s common in such families for children to squabble against each other, her infamous scar was obtained at the age of seventeen when a rival bard clashed against her, she doesn’t seem to mind discussing it but hints she didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Indicating strongly she feels remorse, if anything, she seems to genuinely hint her time dazzling crowds or amongst her peers was the most happiest. There are also rumors she withdrew immensely after the death of a lover which she neither confirms nor denies. Due to being a high elf, she can be arrogant with profound insight on the arcane though she much rather speaks poetry nor does she rely too heavily on magic.

        Knives, crossbows, arrows, they seem to be a constant in her arsenal but if left to her own devices she will fight purely with hands alone. There is no doubt, despite everything or her rather sordid background, Sayuri is a tremendous performer who was dearly loved; she is affectionately named nightingale by the residents of Baldur’s Gate. Her monochrome style is contrasted to the actual hues she wears when performing, if she is romanced or a high affiliation is reached, she will discard black && white hues for pale blues or sapphires to represent her summer like nature.   

sasha banks x lewis hamilton: the goats of their sport

*hottest day of the week* I need to disassemble and clean my box fan IMMEDIATELY

The itching and vicious urge to write and the desperate gaping knowledge that I can’t, that I’m not ready, that it’s not going to do the stories I want to tell justice, but nothing sits right, no story to dump this awful new creativity in.