Took like. Three years straight and like thirty scarves made but I’m finally branching out a little in my knitting.

I have made a single fingerless, glove thingy. The paper I found calls it a “wrister ”

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

Extremely pleased to have the op pkmn au Sabo set done!!!

1. Kid Sabo and his newly obtained Gible who unfortunately was the one who burned him :( poor babo, its ok they bond rly fast bc of it!!!

2. Teen Sabo and his Gabite, rookie trainer and pokemon looking to take names and become stronger for many reasons

3. Adult Sabo and Garchomp, Sabo’s way more mature now compared to his teen self who was… edgy for lack of better description 😂 as edgy as a teen dragon trainer could be that is, he’s mellowed out now and follows Luffy’s adventures thru his Pokégram account :3

4. Adult Sabo, again but with a promotion under his belt as he’s now the Grandline League Challenge’s 8th and final gym leader, as expected his loyal Garchomp is his signature Pokémon and often mega evolves him, further proving their incredible bond between each other

there's an alternate reality where this vegas:

and this pete:

most definitely fuck.

damn i had some really good tags on a reblog but tumblr ate it. anyways the gist of it was what if anime episode where the evil old man coworker trio (blaise, manfred and damon) were at manfred's place Discussing Work (drinking copious amounts of "grape juice" and laughing maniacally about their victories for which they Definitely Didn't Cheat) and franziska and miles are supposed to be playing quietly in the corner while the adults are talking but then baby franziska wanders off and the A plot becomes a very exasperated 10yo miles chasing a surprisingly fast and very brave 3yo franziska around the von karma estate, occasionally picking her up and carrying her away from danger until she inevitably escapes again. the B plot is just it occasionally cutting back to the old men and we catch one of them saying something insane but it's halfway through the sentence and we get no context. and then it cuts back to the siblings. one time when it cuts back to the old men, manfred is like "wait where's franziska" and he looks out the window and miles is in the garden holding her. he is very obviously disheveled and covered in scrapes and bruises and there are sticks and leaves lodged in his hair. franziska on the other hand is completely unscathed and in pristine condition. manfred shrugs and is like "eh, she's fine. anyway-"

No but actually coming from someone with fine wavy/curly hair who had some hair loss and lots of issue I really and truly wish I could sit down and talk with Chan because he really needs someone who understands curly hair to get him some products and show him what to do and he also needs to stop using heat. Like no straightening. No hair drying. Or at least very sparsely.

i cut several inchess of my hair off (it reached past my shoulders now its back at like. chin/neck length) and no one at work has said anything bc it still looks the exact same

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people who watch thai actors singing and dancing live on stage i admire your strength because i cant do it i just cant

I'm not weak to peer pressure but i was just told to try using curl products once (1) and here i am about to do so. Will keep you posted.

Me: I hate drawing Neil's hair bc I hc it as very chaotic and that is hard to paint

Also me: what if i made a portrait of based entirely off of something that I want to put in his hair

took the boys to ktisis for levelling and i'm obsessed with how g'raha responds to this trick. the way he just barely scrapes by into the safe zone in time because he had to crouch down and ponder the tracks. incredibly in character

why is this fuckass brain incapable of sustaining five consecutive seconds of happiness

life is so good and i mean it for real and im not even in a manic episode this time <3

Read the most depressing trauma dumping letter Ever sent to me from my mother and then went right into the manager meeting where I had to get it thrown in my face AGAINNNN that I'm a fuckup who's doing nothing right, as if Saturday wasn't one of the most humiliating days of my life

I need to fucking scream. I need to fucking break things. But it's nearly 10 pm and I can't do Shit because if I throw shit in my apartment I'll scare my cats and I don't want to break my shit and I can't leave my apartment because it's fucking 10 pm and that's Dangerous but I need to release this energy somehow because I. Am. So. Fucking. Fed UP with life. It feels like no one sees how much I'm trying, it's always always always always my fuckups. Always always always. And meanwhile I've been slipping in a major way and I'm trying so hard to keep myself on track but I am

Needing to calm down. Before I start thinking drastic things.

I'm just so. Fucking. Frustrated.

I'm trying. Does anyone see that I'm trying? Can anyone fucking tell me they see I'm trying?

Of course not. We have to remind me that I'm a fuckup who's awful at their job. Of course :)