#this was fun and direly needed

[varjopeura]

spent the afternoon organizing the dice collection

[cockworkangels]

tried really hard to capture some of his whimsy

[makowo]

we just need a desmond crashout next chapter and maithall stocks will go up like crazy

[fearfu1-symmetry]

(no spoilers please!)

nasty disgusting guy. get cerebroslugged, doofus

[n0phis]

AHHHHHH COMM FOR @shadow-heart-077 ! this one entailed. so mcuh trial and error but i Love the result :) happy 2 be doing cool larger pieces again!!!

[sunlight-shunlight]

me staring into the distance:

so the evanuris/blight situation is that: solas managed to, at the height of his power + with all his ancient elf besties helping, seal them into the black city and make the veil. and this took so much out of him that he was basically comatose for 5000 years. ok fine.

but then in vg, his initial plan was to put them in a different jail, while the veil is still up (despite that weakening all magic significantly and making it difficult to even access the black city). and then he wants to tear down the veil afterwards, presumably expecting to still be awake to do so. despite not having his original orb or his ancient elf besties anymore? so it doesn't particularly make sense in general. similar to how he described what he wanted to do with the orb, you'd expect him to take out the veil first and then reseal/move the jail?

(and then he wanted to put them into a Regret Prison when he is the ONLY one out of that entire situation who feels any regrets... 😭)

then his more ambiguous-sounding veil removal motives of being depressed about elves/spirits and unable to see the modern world as worthy of existence... become almost irrelevant. bc it's kind of necessary for him to Do Something? or else everyone fully dies of turbo blight when the archdemons die and the black city inevitably opens?

but then no one really mentions the looming catastrophe of the blight part, and they handwave it at the end, and all act like he's being very unreasonable. which he is! but only bc they made him dumber than a rock and weirdly inconsistent in his capabilities, not bc his motivations were actually proven to be wrong. aaaaa.

[rorydrawsandwrites]

FANFIC TIIIME

I've only read a few sentences yet and I'm already hyped!! Rambling in the tags below (part 1)

[tribadismes]

poll time cause i'm very frustrated about the results of the last drag race episode & i think almost no one who follows me watches drag race which is perfect cause it means no biases. so watching this video of two drag queens lipsyncing to defying gravity from wicked, who do you think performs the best ? (aka who embodies the song best, whose performance do you resonate with the most etc.)

tell me your reasoning in the comments too if you'd like <3

[murdocs-sweetheart]

Btw I’m home and done with my philosophy class today and it’s only the second day but damnnnn like Ik philosophy is inherently subjective but um. some of you guys are just stupid i think (the ppl in my class, nobody here 😭💗)

[morethananhour]

i did it i have CRAFTED my top 100 albums (as of this moment) TAke a look yall

i did this for the love of them game so im not tagging but 🫵 GO DO IT if you so desire

[firenati0n]

and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life

by firenati0n on ao3

T | 9999

tags: city of angels au, guardian angel henry, lawyer alex, 5+1, dual pov, hurt/comfort, angst with a HAPPY ENDING! NOT THE MOVIE ENDING I PROMISEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“In all the years, across all the universes, in the midst of all these people…you saw me. You felt me somehow. A gossamer fine thread connecting us, yet you grasped and tugged and held on tight. If losing my wings means I gain you, then that is a loss I will bear with gratitude.”

Five times Guardian Angel Henry yearns for a truly human sensory experience, and the one time he feels them all at once. Or, Henry discovers the joys of humanity through Alex’s eyes, finds himself, and falls in love. Or, Henry takes a leap of faith, and Alex catches him.

xoxo roop

also i know i talked about this in literally january so tagging some folks who expressed interest in this in the past pls don't mind me <3 ilysm xoxo

@ninzied @suseagull04 @onward--upward @duchessdepolignaca03 @@candyspandemonium @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @heysweetheart-writes @wordsofhoneydew @nocoastposts @onthewaytosomewhere @magicandarchery @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlestar2911 @leaves-of-laurelin @tinyarmedtrex @galitzine-nick @anchoredarchangel @gltzine @getmehighonmagic @thirdeye1234 @movetoheavens @starkfridays @indestructibleheart @littlemisskittentoes @songliili @theprinceandagcd @gay-flyboys

[girderednerve]

one of the things that you will inevitably notice if you take one of those data literacy classes, or even one of those sad "how to read a qualitative research paper" classes like the one i took in library school, is that most research is pretty bad by textbook standards. most of it! perhaps that is not true in all disciplines, but if you are trying to read a serious paper with any kind of data component about information science, good luck buddy. education seems pretty bleak too, by volume. which is not to say that there is no worthwhile research being done or useful data being collected, but i think about it a lot, because it is, i might argue, my job to think about knowledge production & dissemination. we are talking research methodologies on the tier of "i posted a google form in an open facebook group" and "i asked my twenty-five student employees what they thought" and "i interviewed five of my colleagues and wrote notes in my notebook" being published in widely circulated, well-regarded journals. research design is both a) a discrete skillset and b) time-consuming, so it doesn't necessarily happen, and it is pretty complicated to figure out if the kinds of data you can easily collect are actually usefully descriptive of the problem you are trying to approach. as always my first prescribed solution is "more money, so we can have more staff, so we can spend longer and try harder on projects," but there are obviously other problems here too

[kemendin]

Current fic in a nutshell:

Scourge: Don’t be scared of the Emperor, be mad about what he did to you and everyone else

Cas: What if I’m mad about what he did to YOU instead

Scourge:

Scourge:

Scourge: You know what, fine, whatever gets you moving here, just deal with him

[elshells]

I'm in a weird predicament with one of my WIPs.

It's not something I've shared on Tumblr (or anywhere else, for that matter). There's not much to share at the moment anyway, just a few pages of a very rough draft. In such early stages I don't want to say too much, except that it's a psychological horror novel and one of the top contenders for being my debut when I finally publish mainstream.

The characters and plot have been living in my head for quite a while, in a way that's different than some of my other WIPs. You see, writing this story will be both cathartic and vulnerable for me. I'll have to expose my ugliest inner thoughts to all of my readers in a grand effort to cut out the worst parts of myself. Like a weird ritual of healing, coping, and therapy all rolled into one, if that makes sense.

In short, I will not be portraying myself in a flattering light. But that's not what's stopping me.

This past year and a half or so has been... weirdly emotional for me. Lots of cloud nines and rock bottoms. I've struggled with (and continue to struggle with) broken trust, loss of loved ones, heartbreak, envy, regret, uncertainty of the future and of my place in the world—all themes that are essentially the pillars of this WIP I'm talking about now. And because of this, I fear that the subject matter, which was already personal, has become too personal. Too close to my heart and mind.

Maybe these intense, tumultuous moments will eventually die down. Or maybe they won't. But either way, eventually this is a story I want to share. I think it's the only way I'll be satisfied.

And now I'm thinking about all the people in my life who might read this. And yes, there's always a level of anxiety in sharing your writing with someone you love and trust. But what I'm feeling isn't anxiety—it's fear. Because if I share this story with the most important people in my life, there's a good chance that they'll recognize themselves in it. Not because I've painted them in a negative light, but because they're so interwoven with who I am that they'll be seeing a part of me that I always keep buried. They'll see all the dark thoughts that I try to filter out, that I try to leave unspoken—except now it's all on display for them. And it feels cowardly that I couldn't say any of it out loud, or put it to rest in utter silence. It feels like I would be forming rifts, burning bridges between myself and others.

I would be destroying something sacred. And the last thing I want to do is hurt the people I love.

I don't know if venting about it online is gonna help anything. I don't even know if I even want advice. I'm just scared to write this story that, for so long, I've built into my road for self-acceptance.

I know without context it all sounds cryptic, and I promise it's not as deep as it feels at 1AM. But at this point I'm sure you've heard of the mortifying ordeal of being known. And of the importance of 'doing it scared.' There's truth to both, and they've never conflicted with me before. But for the first time, I'm genuinely scared to write something I feel in my bones needs to be written.

And I don't know if that means I need to back off until I calm down, or charge full speed ahead.

[oldcurse]

Had kari make me a smoothie out of pineapple, açaí, and blackberry. Did you guys know about this? It’s the cure to all disease

[whatsupspaceman]

tired of being silent on the issue. let me in the writers room NOW