#cups of kindness
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Fwoom (intimidatingly)
#fan art#artists on tumblr#star wars fanart#star wars: the clone wars#darth maul#Crimson Dawn#ganglord Maul#My friends that tag is canon#what a time to be alive#Maul’s true calling is to scare hundreds of other scary people into some kind of order b/c it’s just more convenient for him personally#And then throw a secret fit about no one being able to throw down with him properly (which would make anyone a bit blue surely)#And then remember Kenobi exists and have another less subtle fit re: the injustice of being unable to immediately DeStroy the Kenobi#Before settling back into being terrifyingly snobbishly competent starting with making himself a cup of SPOICY tea#Like an aggrieved Victorian socialite
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But first coffee… ☕ it’s a sarcastic fringehead kinda day.
📷: Staffer Candace Reid-Rose
#monterey bay aquarium#be kind#the best part of waking up is a fringehead in your cup#not sarcastic at all#case of the mondays#no mean mugs#just fringehead fierceness
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what you’ve become can not be undone/and you’ll never be much of anyone
#persona 5#Goro Akechi#p5 akechi#digital art#art#animation#by a certain definition.#idk i wanted to draw him being all pensive and broody for his birthday#so have a (un)pleasant boy#persona 5 spoilers#<-4 da tags inasmuch as the outfit and the cup are kind of spoilery for tobi. this is a silly level of paranoia.#and also the caption. good ass song for him though
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#repost for a good deltarune community sample size OWO (if you want- no pressure!)#Please be kind. But also there is one right answer here and I WILL FIGHT YOU FOR IT. UWU Have a good day!#And no hate on the sprite artists of course!!! But....man no hat just ain't my cup of tea...#HE has gross eyebrows#Ö-Ö#bread#deltarune#my polls#poll#deltarune poll
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#good morning 🌞#would you like a cup of tea?#stay hydrated 🫶🏻#stay kind#stay safe#cozy aesthetic#naturecore#earthlings#earthcore#natural aesthetic#light aesthetic#fairy cottage#cottagecore aesthetic#springcore#tw: food#February
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It's so weird that in angel s5e2 they do a little flashback to Spike's blaze of glory moment in the last episode of Buffy... but they leave out Buffy saying "I love you". It's such a blatant omission, the ONLY omission from that scene, that it feels totally deliberate and kind of dishonest. Considering a lot of the Spike and Angel moments in S5 revolve around their jealousy and rivalry towards each other, and a LOT of that is to do with Buffy like... Why would you leave it out? It's a pretty big moment for Spike's character in general.
As far as I recall they don't even mention it, they just mention the fact that Spike and Buffy have had a lot of sex compared to bangel's ONE disastrous time (that they remember) but it does kind of cheapen it for Spike. A big motivation for him not leaving LA could have been him not wanting to hold Buffy to her words, since he clearly doesn't believe that she loves him (even though she does, as per Whedon). He presumably thinks she only said that to make him feel better in his final moments, because she wouldn't have to actually follow through on her words. Which is sad. But it makes much more sense as a motivation than the weird 'it cheapens my moment of glory' excuse like since when does spike give a shit about that
#spuffy#idk missed opportunity for sure. maybe it's brought up later in the season? I can't remember rn#but they do kind of shunt spike's complexity and make his character all about angel's feelings#though don't get me wrong i LOVE their fight over the cup#i love the symbolism of spike being able to hold the cross while angel can't.#spike pointing out that he fought for his soul while angel had to be forced to change is sooooo cathartic#because that's the thing about angel is he's not inherently a good person. he has to continually fight to be better#he's the faith to spike's buffy#btvs thoughts#btvs#anyway their continued insistence that buffy and angel are soulmates that transcend any other relationships#is rly detrimental to both buffy and angel as characters imo. as well as any other relationships they might have#cordelia and spike who actually put in the work to get to know them as people are automatically relegated to second fiddle#dont get me wrong i love bangel for the angst but i dont buy that buffy will always be in love w the same guy she barely knew at age 16
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normal jovier enjoyer
#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr2 fanart#john marston#javier escuella#jovier#the memes i found on pinterest killed me#that cup one is so canon and it lives rent free in my brain#im also head over heels with charthur so don't get me started or else i will be VERY UNHINGED#ive been playing this game for 2 years and im finally drawing fanart of it lol#kind of got john's scars wrong with the first one but i was learning hh#im not ready to draw angst of 1911 jovier bls my heart#i was going to tag arthur but he's just a tiny man-standing-emoji#kayomin
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this is what kills me about black orpheus (1959, dir. camus) actually. because orfeu is familiar with the story of orpheus and eurydice. early on someone even makes a joke like "your name's orpheus? where's your eurydice?" he knows the story and he knows what it means to be orpheus. and then at the pivotal moment he looks anyway because after all he's orpheus and he can't not.
#'there was an orpheus before me and there may be another after i’m gone'#hadestown clearly takes a lot of inspiration from black orpheus#including this sort of manifestation of the iterative nature of reception through the cyclicality of the story#but the way black orpheus has *orpheus* know the story he is acting out and still turn-- yeah. it gets me.#(hadestown is a lot foggier with characters' awareness and no one anything like the kind of clarity of orfeu and eurydice in black orpheus)#mine#i raise my cup to him#the op made this post unrebloggable presumably bc it got an unmanageable amount of comments#were gonna sing it again
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it is january 2nd
and the sun rises a little lighter
over a horizon no longer crowded
with the haze of a thousand hopes—
under a wide-open sky
still young and fresh and new
without a thousand staring eyes.
it is january 2nd
and the air is a little freer
without the sacred weight of the untouched
loading every trembling motion,
without the lofty need for newness
clouding every restless moment
like a warm puff of breath
in the january cold.
it is january 2nd
and i relax like a slow exhale
at the end of a long breath
held two heartbeats too long—
a little tight at the edges
but not too much,
not yet.
it is january 2nd.
the year is still young
and i have time.
i have time.
#spilled ink#poets on tumblr#poems on tumblr#writeblr#writers on tumblr#poetics#january 2nd#jan 1 always feels a little heavy to me#i feel like i should be Careful and Intentional with everything#first wake-up first cup of tea first song first shower first walk first first first#i guess this is a love letter to the second#still new and fresh and hopeful#and less weighty#i haven't edited this very much#but i think i kind of like it that way#a little raw a little rough around the edges
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i really like the lock picking in Skyrim because it's an actual skill that i, the player, have gotten good at.
like, i have never put a single perk point into the lockpicking tree, but i can pick any lock in the game in ten picks or less because i have a system that i developed into a practiced skill i use on all the locks.
That may sound like a useless or broken game dynamic, but it's one of my favorite things in the game actually -- the locks in Skyrim are built a certain way, and i, as a player, have developed the skill to pick them based on experience, practice, and the development of a process.
i actually wish more things in more RPGs were like that.
#video games#i'd love to use little skill tests and stuff for table top games too#the little ball on a rope into the cup game or a rubix cube or one of those four move chess puzzles#even that game memory#you could use those kinds of skill attainable mini games in a ttrpg for things like lock picking / pick pocketing ...#even a dart board for arrows would be cool with difficulty ranging from just hit the board to center bullseye only#idk i think that could be cool
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petition to skip this game, keep both brazil and croatia and kick out france and england instead
#nefeli watches football#world cup#world cup 2022#mundial 22#football#i can't bear to watch please be kind to me
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what’s in the cup papa?????
what’s ur order???
u seem like a 2 pumps of caramel type of bitch but idk
#copia the sweet tooth#maybe it’s 2 pumps of vanilla#maybe it’s hot chocolate who knows#but there is a c on the cup#imma stick with caramel although I’m a hazelnut kind of gal#the band ghost#ghost#ghost bc#tobias forge#cardinal copia#papa iv#copia#papa emeritus iv#ghost copia#copia my beloved#copia is my husband
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Fuck it curse of Ra for Maxwell 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆
#you can never be safe#he’s padded and ready after this wicket#kind of scares me#cricket world cup 2023#cricket wc#india vs australia#indian cricket team#cricket#desiblr
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#kindness#self compassion#self care#be good to yourself too#you matter#fill your cup#self care is not selfish#self care is not an indulgence#mental health#you are enough#you are worthy#self love#self respect
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You guys really need to be kinder to bugs and some of you guys with children really need to teach them empathy for the bugs as well
#sure theyre scary but a lot of them are legitimately so harmless to you#and just waving them off works#or picking them up with a paper and a cup and putting them elsewhere#idk man. im really tired of people being needlessly cruel to them#or acting quirky by saying 'well im gonna kill them anyway i hate them 🤪' congratulations on being insufferable#thunderclap#you really cannot be someone who talks about being gentle and kind and supportive and all that shit if your kindness does not extend#to other creatures. bugs included.
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like real people do — a.h.b.
cw: drug use (weed), suggestive content, shotgunning kinda, yapping (a lot of it)
smoke curls around my fingers in the moonlight. it’s 2 am on a summer night, the heat’s not blistering but it’s warm enough that we sit on the balcony with barely any clothes on, his hand on my thigh, my hand around a spliff.
“d’you think if we were on a different planet, or–or the moon, i dunno, you think we’d be on a balcony somewhere, pointing at the earth?” his voice sounds deeper to my ears than it usually does, the words floating through my veins as sluggishly as the blood.
it’s a thought that takes my mind to interesting places.
i snort. “you’re so high right now.”
he mimics my snort, eyes crinkling. “and you’re so far away right now, c’mere.”
i want to point out that our thighs are touching, my knee nudging his every few seconds when one of us moves. but then his fingers trail up, up, up—roughened pads of his index and middle fingers against the smooth skin of my thighs and suddenly i understand. he’s so far away.
it’d be nicer if i could climb inside him and make a home in his chest cavity. right next to his beating heart.
“thoughts,” he taps my head, “so many of them. what are you thinking?”
“about you, about your chest.”
“my chest?”
he turns fully now, facing me, body angled towards mine while his face looks half-amused half-confused. instead of answering, i take another drag of the spliff and hold it in my throat until it burns. until my body forces a release.
“you’re so high right now!” he mimics my words from before in a high pitched voice. a poor imitation.
“oi! you thought we could have a balcony somewhere on the moon!”
“i still think we would,” he protests. i watch him, enamoured all of a sudden, shivering when his thumb traces my bottom lip gently. “a house just like this. for the two of us. and i think i’d point at the earth, say ‘look at that, look at you and me—’”
“we’d somehow be on earth and on the moon? at the same time?”
my amused tone makes him roll his eyes. “two versions, darling. keep up please. now where was i?”
“look at you and me—”
“ah yes!” his hand wraps around mine, lifting it up until both our fingers are pointing at a random star in the sky.
“look at us, happy and content and tanned from the sun. you’d have blonde hair, i think—”
“you think i should have blonde hair?” i gasp at him, mock offended, “you don’t like my hair the way it is?”
“i love your hair. i’d love it even if it was red or blue or green or purple. but that’s not the point, the point is you’d have blonde hair because we’d be in the sun all day, gardening or keeping bees or kissing or—” and this time he waggles his brows like a teenager, “—fucking.”
i giggle. it’s a pretty thought, a distant dream. but in this moment, it almost feels…touchable. with my finger pointing at the star i grab, i curl my fingers until my hand closes into a fist and i feel the pulsating core of the fading dream in the centre of my palm. he smiles too, and brings the back of my hand to his lips.
“we could do that, be the earth version of ourselves instead of the moon version. i could dye my hair y’know? oooh! we could dye it at home.”
“absolutely not.” he dismisses the idea quickly, before my weed-addled brain can make any plans, and takes the spliff away from me. i don’t protest though—it’s a different kind of joy to watch him indulge, to watch it dangling lazily between his lips until he tilts his face up to the sky and exhales.
“mean,” i tut. “you’d think for a man with such a sweet tongue you’d be less mean to me.”
“oh, you think a lot about my tongue, do you?”
a flush creeps up my cheeks. it’s the heat in the air running inside me, crawling through my veins. it’s the beginning of a summer thunderstorm, zapping through my blood.
“i do. i think about you. all the time.”
“even now? when i’m right next to you?”
“especially now. when you’re so close and so far away.”
then i feel his hand on my waist, a small nudge, and suddenly i’m in his lap, head tucked into the crook of his neck. my cheek right above his beating heart.
“better?”
“much.”
“stay like this then. stay forever.”
i smile at the thought of forever, of us growing old and frail right here on his balcony, tangled up exactly like we are, his fingers running through my grey hair, my hand on his wrinkled cheek.
“open your mouth,” he nudges my chin with his thumb, parting my lips. a moment later smoke surrounds me—exhaled from his lungs, inhaled into mine. warm and charged and sweet.
the faded dream comes to life, this time tinged with the promise of forever. i smile and bury my face into his neck.
then i close my eyes.
#my first blurb/fic for hozier pls be kind <33#i love slice of life which might not be everyone's cup of tea but i really do wanna write more of it#hozier x reader#like real people do#andrew hozier byrne#hozier#tw: drugs#mdni#minors do not interact#Spotify#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writblr
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