Morrowind: Redoran Watchman

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「I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight.」

happy mother's day to vivayth. you're infertile and will never bear children but you're certainly a milf

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Did you know,  you can quit your job,  you can leave university?  You aren’t legally required to have a degree,  it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law,  and no one is holding a gun to your head.  You can sell your house,  you can give up your apartment,  you can even sell your vehicle,  and your things that are mostly unnecessary.  You can see the world on a minimum wage salary,  despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job.  You can leave your friends  (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends)  and make new ones on the road.  You can leave your family.  You can depart from your hometown,  your country, your culture, and everything you know.  You can sacrifice.  You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee,  you can give up air conditioning,  frequent consumption of new products.  You can give up eating out at restaurants  and prepare affordable meals at home,  and eat the leftovers too,  instead of throwing them away.  You can give up cable TV,  Internet even.  This list is endless.  You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers.  You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you.  You can triumph over your fears,  by conquering your mind.  You can take risks.  And most of all,  you can travel.  You just don’t want it enough.  You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more.  This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most,  but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel.  You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country,  with five malnourished children to feed.  You probably live in a first world country.  You have a roof over your head,  and food on your plate.  You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer.  You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India,  the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco,  because if you can afford to live in a first world country,  you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries,  you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country.  So please say to me,  “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”,  not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”,  because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t.  You can, however, only live once, and for me,  the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world  is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck,  or material wealth, or pleasing society.  Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires,  but know that you can travel,  you’re only making excuses for why you can’t.  And if it makes any difference,  I have never met anyone who has quit their job,  left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it.  None.  Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling,  who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success,  who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

— Susanna-Cole King

More Sleepers Awake chapters! yay!

i've had so many conversations with people in fandom/creators' circles who are genuinely afraid to make the stories or art they want because they fear (often with good reason!) that their friends might kick them out of their circles, or worse, launch a public harassment campaign against them.

as someone recovering from this fear-based mindset, i want to affirm:

- friends who use implicit or explicit threats to maintain social control are not your friends

- communities that monitor your social media and ao3 to surveil you for perceived transgressive content are not safe communities

- the vast majority of people are NOT going to hate you if you make the art you want

- if you find yourself in a friend group that makes you feel afraid to speak your mind, it's in your interest to disentangle yourself from that group as quickly as possible

- real, honest disagreements between friends can be solved respectfully without the use of public shaming

- if you're feeling afraid in a community, it's likely that others are feeling afraid too. support your friends who may be struggling to leave an abusive fan or creative community, and let them know you're a safe person to voice doubts and disagreement to.

- if you're feeling like you'll never find a safer community of people, i promise there are others who feel that way too. it may take some time, but you'll find people who treat you and your ideas with respect. a good place to start is the people who make the type of art that you admire but that you're too afraid to make yourself.

ok that's all, take care of each other and be nice 💜

Project Arang by daegeon Jang

Pretty sure I'm going to be homeless right after college and there's nothing I can fucking do about it.

Under the cut: poverty, panic, anxiety, corporate BS

I work at the university library and I get less than 20 hours a week. My disabled mom lives with me. We're both fighting tooth and nail to get better jobs, but I swear to fuck both of us have been applying to every single job opening we can, stuff that we've both done in the past, have a fuckton of experience, etc etc but the most we get is the interview stage and suddenly we don't meet the "requirements" even though they're right fucking there in our resumes. "Not a good fit". "Pursuing other candidates at this time."

Over.

And over.

And fucking over again.

We can't make rent. I can't take out any more student loans because I'm a senior. I likely won't have enough financial aid to cover December and January rent. Our apartment isn't renewing our lease after May. We don't make nearly enough to save up for furniture and deposits and application fees for a new place. I don't even know how long it's going to take for me to find a full time job.

I am so tired. And stressed. And I want to scream.

I have no idea what to do and I'm too exhausted to fill out a thousand fucking forms that don't even guarantee that we'll get help.

I can't even have a Snacksgiving because the people who run SNAP in my state fucked around with our benefits and even though I turned shit in two weeks ago it wasn't until I got on the phone with someone and sat with them for 30 minutes so we can buy food this coming Tuesday. Since they're closed for Thanksgiving. I'm glad they get to eat a Thanksgiving dinner at least.

I am so. Fucking. Tired.