little-soldi3rs

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your cry of "they're totally gay!!!" is valid and i support you. what i will not tolerate is you implying the actions they took could only be motivated by romantic attraction instead of a deep bond of friendship

rhea fire emblem is the character of all time. she's catholic. she's jesus. she's saint peter. she's fodlan's savior. she's its jailer. she's in the prime of her life. she's unfathomably ancient. she's the beautiful high priestess. she's the monstrous dragon. she's filled with deep compassion for the downtrodden. she'd burn them all away in a heartbeat. she just wants her mother back. she'd destroy an innocent child's life to do so. she's your grandmother. she's your lover (possibly). she is endlessly serene. she's one bad day from completely losing it. she even has a great ass. she's even bisexual.

I’m a big fan of that post-laundry feeling when you’ve got all your A-list clothes back in the game.

there is something so crazy and powerful about having art of your oc that was made by anyone other than yourself. like oh my god you actually exist outside of my own brain that's WILD

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

The only truly effective way to avoid internalizing conspiracy theories and pseudoscience is to inoculate yourself against them by learning how to recognize them when you see them, which includes learning their history, their tropes, and their overall characteristics. It also includes learning information literacy and strengthening your critical thinking skills. Trying to avoid encountering them at all does nothing to inoculate you, which leaves you vulnerable to internalizing them from an unexpected source. You cannot give in to lazy/reactionary thinking on this one.

(In case you need it: here are resources.)

i think it should be illegal to not have paper menus. and it should be illegal to only accept digital payments and not accept cash

generally making anything accessible only with a phone sould be illegal. like genuinely regulated by the govt and forbidden. IMO

legitimately my first feminist awakening as a ten year old child was realizing that girls were expected to respect “boy stuff” but boys were never expected to respect “girl stuff”

this is the funniest thing I’ve read in my LIFE

H. T.

Just childe

Too many trust fund babies and not enough superfund site babies, if you ask me

i beat myself up for not knowing enough about my special interests a lot but then i remember the average person off the street has no idea what the carboniferous is and i feel better

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.

the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts

the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts

the worst part about having huge autistic fantasy worlds in your head is that it takes like 8 billion years to turn that into something substantial you can show people

(through gritted teeth) sometimes what's good for your mental health isn't another do nothing day or a little treat sometimes what's good for you is putting in some of the work. Not all of it at once but sometimes you have to finish that essay or at least take the next step or you have to clean your room or at least dust the shelves or you gotta do the laundry or at least put it all in the hamper and it's not fun and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks but you have to because i read a post on the internet that told me that's what being nice to yourself is sometimes

leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

my mom's in a pokemon go battle right now in the other room saying a whole shonen protagonist speech

we gotta save this doggone city…there’s no time for that nero………

need to stop posting wips but aventurine in the new witch hat atelier cover is just. LISTEN!!!

wip wednesday

Thank you @nirikeehan and @theluckywizard for the tags last week!! I am tagging you back and also @junkbabelna and @rowanisawriter if you have anything you want to share :))

I'm playing Fields of Mistria and have suddenly been seized with Celine and Balor ideas, so:

He extends his palm; in it lies an ornate key that’s carved of wood.

“It reminded me of you,” he says.

“How much?” she asks, and he laughs.

“Can’t fool the shopkeeper’s daughter,” he murmurs. “How much would you pay for a key that doesn’t lead anywhere?”

Functionally useless, she thinks. She wishes she could stop thinking for once. It’s a beautiful night out. Balor looks beautiful, too, in the soft light coming from her parlor. His palm dips a little, and she moves to take the key. His smile grows.

“Good night, Celine,” he says, before he turns and takes the steps down. The wood barely creaks under his light tread. Her dad offered to fix it, but she likes knowing if something's coming. She doesn't want to think what. Except Balor, who barely makes a sound, free to come and go as much as he’d like. She watches his cloaked back disappear up the trail, all of her slack and leaned up against the heavy wood of her door. She closes her eyes and lets the breeze ruffle her hair, her clothes. 

She slips into her bed and tries not to think about his little caravan, parked across the road, nor about Balor himself in his own room, maybe sitting on the bed, peeling off his stockings and his cloak. She likes this image, him in his bare feet, all alone. Familiar, and therefore safe. 

warmup

the “the colonel calls me riza when we’re alone” scene is/was.. lifechanging tbh

Can you imagine suing Boeing and coming home to find Boeing's faulty plane parts washed up in your backyard?

Seems I’ve crossed a line again For being nothing more than who I am

Autumn fits ✨