I'm sorry, could you IMAGINE sitting at your throne with two dragons fighting for space on your lap? Zhongli and Neuvillette nudging each other out of the way and purring whilst you try to give them equal amounts of attention????

Adorable

It is very frustrating seeing people miserable because of the algorithm on sites like twitter and then seeing them come to places like tumblr and get mad that the algorithm isn't putting their work in front of eyes. Either embrace algorithmic platforms or stop obsessing over follower growth! You kinda have to pick one or the other. And even then, the algorithm is not a guarantee of growth. It just puts value on growth that's unnecessary and unattainable. We also see people with huge followings talk about struggling to get work. Numbers on social do not pay the rent like you are made to believe!

Shaun of the Dead (2004), Dir. Edgar Wright, Starring Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost.

A romantic comedy, with zombies.

For a while now, I have kept movie entries in my personal journal, it feels like a tangible way to commemorate and preserve a movie I feel deserves such attention, and even before I started that habit, I was intimidated by the entries for The Cornetto Trilogy.

All three movies were just so special and influential to me, and physical writing has a tendency to, y’know, get fucked up, so it was a struggle figuring out a way to both preserve my love for these films on my journal, and make it look mildly cute. Safe to say, I think I’ve achieved said balance.

This is the entry for Shaun! I tried to feature a lot of blood splatter/bloodstain motifs, in accordance to the movie obviously, and you might think the b&w colour scheme of the printed images was intentional, but the sad and almost hilarious truth is that it was a limitation! My printer is a laser printer, and those can’t do colours. So I tried to reach a monochromatic style with these entries, where I highlight one single colour that I think is reminiscent of the movie. For Shaun, it was obviously red.

I am not a movie critic (even if I like to think I am), so the personal thoughts section of the entry may come off as shallow or void of detail, I’m sorry about that! But if we’re honest, at this point in time, my love for these films should not be a point of doubt, even if my written thoughts are lax at best.

I remember the first time I actually *heard* of Shaun of the Dead, it was via a kill count video on youtube, and even then I was intrigued by it, all the love and praise I had heard directed towards it was something that drew me in, I didn’t actively search out the movie just yet, I just kept it as a mental memo that I’d get to later.

Then, on one magical night, and by pure fate, I stumbled upon the film on cable TV, I was channel hopping and seeing the title on the screen made my eyes light up, this was my chance to see what all the *fuzz* was about. So I didn’t hesitate and I changed the channel from VH1, to experience the Shauning. My life changed at that instant.

Shaun of the Dead was the most charming and charismatic film I had seen up until that point, I had heard about how flawlessly it was edited and how well every single joke landed, but experiencing said praises in the flesh was phenomenal, and Simon’s role as Shaun was instantly memorable and you could say he was the thing that hooked me in. He was so cynical and snarky, yet caring and loving of the band of misfits he was surrounded by. Though Nick as Ed was also an incredibly charming experience.

I remember just being completely entranced by everything surrounding the film, the movie kept going on and on and I kept finding stuff to love about it. The fact that it was clearly a movie that didn’t take itself too seriously as to be a de facto horror movie, yet it still conveyed emotions in a serious and profound way just really stuck a chord with me, and I’m sure everyone already praises this particular quality, but the quick, snappy and dynamic directing and editing choices characteristic of Edgar Wright are just lovely.

They manage to make the movie feel novel and it hooks you in, without risking making it feel overwhelming and too distracting. And I haven’t even mentioned the score and songs featured in the movie! While the film is perfect on a purely visual standpoint, the accompanying music on every scene elevates the overall feel of the scene you happen to be watching. Whether it be the mundane feeling of Shaun’s daily life, or the dread of the slow realisation that something ain’t quite right in London, or the inspiration and undying will to keep surviving and overcoming.

Frankly, I could go on and on and on about how much I adore this film, about how much it helped me deepen the love I have for filmmaking, and how much it even inspired to purchase filmmaking. But let’s be blunt, you guys probably don’t want to read my ramblings any longer, (but if you do for any reason, do let me know! I love feeling like my opinion matters in any way).

So, Shaun of the Dead! If I could, I’d screen you to any person who even breathes in my direction, I love you so much and I’m sure I’ll rewatch you as soon as I get the TV to myself.

10/10.

I want to fuckin draw all my moots pretty drow (and possibly other races in the future) in one piece omg I am going crazy

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Hope you have a great day and dont overwork youreself! Take youre time with the request!!! Stressing youreself out will make everything worse :(

I'm already glad and thankfull for you to accept my request even tho you already have so many 😭

Btw i really Love youre writing and youre a WONDERFULL! GREAT GREAT writer! <333

Have a nice day and sleep well this night <3 ^^

thank you so much for your kind message! i'm absolutely flattered 😭 (and grinning like an idiot). this is so cute ?? and i'm more than grateful that you'd stop by my blog just to send this message ARJXWJ

i hope you are aware of just how much this means to me so again, thanks a lot. and i mean A LOTTT!! <3

you are absolutely right that it is unhealthy and counterproductive to put too much pressure on—well, anybody, really. i'll make sure to listen well to your words >:)

please, don't worry about the number of requests, sweetheart :)) i never forget anyone; everyone who asks gets their stories written.. well, *eventually* (sorry everyone, i'll get to your requests i promise LMAOA). and as long as something is in my range of ability, i am more than happy to oblige.

i hope that you have the most marvelous of days and the most peaceful of nights!!

does anyone ese end up having a crackheaded call with ur bestie(tm) in which it you come to the conclussion, that witches, most likely having been evolved from humans, probably had a language (pre-Belos takeover) that had roots in some human language, and as both of you are eastern european you decide it should have roots in latin cuz thatd be either or something to figure out or make up or whatever, and then you derail to making random noises and google translating random words to latin to like change em up and say like "hey this word totalyyy naturally derived from latin, and i aint just changing up like the english pronounciation, and jesus christ what am i doing with my life".

but for a bit more context, this started with me explaining my general how bilesacs work hc, and then it derailed into how witches prepare alcohol and food preservation and stuff, and then we thought about how magic would effect alcohol and as such would create unique types of it exclusive to the demon realm, and so we needed to name it something, but to name it something we needed to figure out the basics of how witch language woulda sounded before Belos englishified everything. oh and btw Mehh (the h is hard btw) is also alternatively called veeneem. the destinction between which is used is basically this: peasants, and poor people in general where the ones to originally invent mehh, so they were the ones to name it, but then everything obviously gets marketed to the rich eventually, and well the rich aint gonna drink so peasant juice, so it was rebranded as veeneem, cuz they better be drinking them magic wine innit.

(btw mehh was Isaak's (my previous golden guard oc) fav drink)

EoM Major Spoilers

I am not caught up in Edge of Midnight. Did that stop me from watching it live when it returned earlier this month? No.

That being said, i know that Anya is Mother Midnight and her in the appearance as a child was purely due for manipulation. Watching episode 9 of season one (currently where I am in catching up) and knowing who Anya really is, is really really interesting. I know what is going to happen and I can see how the use of a child figure is manipulating the group and BY THE GODS Nikkie is a really good dm.

She Deep Rock on my Galactic till I Rock and stone.

hello, I wanted to make a very sweet request, of course, if you are taking requests.... so I came up with the idea, a breeder who is very sensitive to praise and insults, so when they receive compliments Teyvat's weather is perfect but if they start crying everything starts to crumble, the ground starts to shake, the water level starts to rise almost like an Apocalypse

ME FR

But could you imagine if every time god was upset the world started ending.

Zhongli trying to soothe you with gentle words of praise despite the fact that the earth is crumbling around him and even his power as the Lord of Geo cannot stop it.

Ei trying her absolute best to find something to distract you with, summoning Miko, the Shirasage Himegimi, that "Arataki" fellow you've spoken of. Anyone who knows what to do to soothe you before the storms get too out of hand and start hurting people.

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Nahida who smiles and laughs as the flowers bloom around her. This isn't her doing, and she turns to you, only to find you smiling warmly at her. "Your Grace, these flowers are so pretty! Can you teach me to grow them?"

The flowers flourish even more with her praise and she gently touches their soft petals. The power of The Creator is truly amazing.

Venti who is being tossed around even in his human form from the sheer force of the winds you're summoning. But he can't bring himself to complain, because the sound of your laughter is even louder than the gale in his ears, and he'd rather get thrown into the ocean than hear it stop.

Sometimes I feel like such a weirdo for managing my expectations around a relationship (it doesn't have to be romantic, friends and relatives count as well) according to how they've treated me in the past.

Why do people keep letting a self-centered, manipulative, toxic partner/family member/friend back into their good graces? And when they do, why the HELL are they surprised and hurt when the viper inevitably bites their ass again?

You did this to yourself. Either kick this dodgy dipshit outta your life for good or I dunno, get used to being their good little doormat all the time.

*frustrated noises*

Sometimes things are just crap.

I'm visiting a country I've wanted to visit forever. With the person I want to spend my life with. With all the money I need to make this trip comfortable.

But my body won't have it. My body wants a bed and a hot meal and considers that two days of walking is too much.

I'm not paying as much attention to the art as I'd like to because my brain just isn't present. Too preoccupied with overwhelm and pain and intrusive thoughts because therapy has been hard for the past few weeks and I hate it.

And that just keeps reminding me of how, no matter how much I change and grow and put my past behind me, the abuse I've been through has permanently altered me and I will never have a normal life. I will always struggle. I will always have to fight for the most basic things. And I hate it.

I wish the world was a kinder place but it's just A Place, and certainly not My Place, and I have to carve a space for myself in it with my bloody bare hands and fuck it haven't I suffered enough?

Am I too much? Do I love too deeply? Am I loving others incorrectly? Am I a problem? I dont understand what I do wrong anymore. Im just trying to make others' lives easier. While trying to balance what I need to have a better quality of life for myself. Why do I keep losing others' love? Why is their love so important to validate my own existence? I feel like I keep losing others and for what? What is it that's hurting me so? Do I keep getting promised things from people I love? And having those promises broken every time? I was promised things, in earnest, from people I truly loved. And yet I am still left picking up the pieces. I am still left searching for someone who can genuinely hold my heart with the tender touch it so longs for. I still yearn to be given the love and care I wanted to give others... I had a taste... a small taste of that. And now I am going mad at never knowing if I will have that again. I still don't know if I did anything wrong. What can I do to improve myself? What can I do better? How can I avoid being a failure again? How can I avoid being alone again.

Talking about my past traumas a little under the read more because I'm never bringing this up with a therapist ever but it was brought up on a family dinner like it was nothing and I kinda want to scream.

Tw for child abuse, i guess? All my family treats it like it was no big deal but I'm pretty sure it was... anyway

So, I was 8, just came back from a very hard day of school with multiple math hours. Tired as shit i just wanted to relax! But, my auntie was going to eat with us.

Now, she watched ONLY the news, constantly! And at the time the news mostly reporter about a very gruesome murder of a woman.

You can see why a tired 8 years old would not want to eat their pasta while listening to yhe details of a murder! So i asked if instead of eating i could ho in my room and watch dragon ball.

But I was 8, and didn't do breakfast! Do when the news ended i went in the kitchen and asked if there was anything left.

My aunt very aggressively grabs me by the hair and shoves my face directly inside the trash can, screaming at me to go on and eat. It felt Terrible to be in contract with the leftovers, i want to scrub my face off just by remembering it. I was 8 and was being scream ed at while trash touched my face as a lesson to have been disrespectful and not eat with the family, i was 8 and simply avoiding hearing about murder.

I HAD asked if we could watch something else before going to my room.

I mentioned to my granny that I'm pretty sure my panic over trash and ocd and feeling always dirty probably stems from this and she just laughed like "oh I don't remember but it wasn't that bad, come on"

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Another thing i kind of want to get off my chest is that one time at 12 when my Grampa who i was very attached to recently died. With all that emotions my skin disease also started to appear so i wasn't in z good mental space.

One day i was really Really down, i didn't want to go in school because the teacher we had that day was... A piece of art that would call children stupid and dumb and the mean est things. That day i just could not take that plus my arms literally starting discoloring AND still grieving.

I told my mom i wish ed to stay home. Which usually would have gone ok But my grampa's brother and my aunt were there.

My uncle said it was unacceptable to behave like that and my aunt agreed.

Still i was stubborn and so ad o on the brink do i just, went in my room to ignore them to possibly fall asleep.

But my aunt kicked the door open and started trying to force me to get up. And when I didn't comply she started beating me, so strong, so much. She broke the cute butterfly watch my Grampa gifted me. My mom did nothing. She told me i kind of deserved that for losing my door.

I still ended up not going in school but mostly because i was a Whole Mess.

OUGH i crying all while writing this i hate how they all treat this still like a funny memory.

CW: SUICIDE/DEPRESSION GENDER DYSPHORIA. I am so overwhelmed being an autistic person and working is hard enough but since coming out to my friends I have yet to lose anyone but people started treating me differently do people really have to stare I fucking hate this place I have teeth rotting out I can't get pulled because I can't afford it I can't afford to move to a nice apartment with my wife I'm having the first real "episode" of gender dysphoria I have had a few experiences that made me feel it but they were over in a few minutes I can't calm down I can't stop crying I wish I was normal I wish this country wasn't so shitty ...... It's been a long time since I have been depressed the last time I tried to kill myself and that didn't work I got over it that was maybe 2017-2018 this won't stop and I'm scare frustrated and angry i know my ability to mask it not as good as it used to be I'm the only one holding us up financially I'm afraid of breaking I know I'm not far I don't have much else to scream about but this song always makes me feel a little better

im a horrible person