#(which isn't true

[arthursfuckinghat]

Whenever Arthur talks badly about himself in the mirror I always think about this one picture

[grapenehifics]

WIP Wednesday

I don't mind admitting I've struggled* with this chapter (like the fact that I haven't updated this fic for eight months and counting isn't enough of a clue) but I am making PROGRESS and I am PROUD OF IT and so here is - once again - a little snippet to tide you/me over.

“I spent some time last night going over our options, and I’ve come up with a plan,” Anakin started, once they’d finished both eating and cleaning up from breakfast and waited for Owen and Beru to start their chores, and also waylaid Obi-Wan from trying to join them to help with the chores. Anakin had accomplished this by telling him it was ‘an urgent strategy planning meeting’.

(Anakin would make it up to him later, he told himself. They’d left the war so that Obi-Wan would never have to sit through an unwanted strategy planning meeting ever again, and here Anakin was, scheduling yet another. But once they were off this rock they’d be done. Anakin would get him a little house with a garden out back, maybe, and Obi-Wan could play in the dirt and conduct experiments on ground worms to his heart’s content while Anakin tinkered with cleaning droids or any other damn mechanical part he could dream up. At least until one or both of them got bored.)

Ahsoka quirked an eyebrow, or the spot where she would have had an eyebrow if not for the fact that Togruta don’t have eyebrows, which had to be an expression she’d picked up from all the humans she hung out with. “When? We were supposed to all be asleep last night.”

Anakin waved his hand, glossing over the fact that he’d done this and then gone to sleep, but only for two or three hours. “Doesn’t matter. Do you want to hear my plan or not?”

*'struggled' past tense makes it sound like the struggle is not ongoing. Have struggled, am struggling, will continue to struggle. But we persevere!

[anneapocalypse]

"Write for yourself" and "Comments are good" are not mutually exclusive ideas.

"Comments are good" is true! They are good! We like them! It's nice to leave them and it's nice to read them.

"Write for yourself" is how you get through the draft knowing that feedback is not (and it never is) guaranteed.

[pierrelucdisaster]

I made one joke about how I think something the NHL is doing is dumb and I got two people on me reaching for shit I didn't even say like the joke is I don't even watch the NHL! I have better uses of my time babes!!

[lemonnbug]

Lemon stop feeling like you're bothering ppl by texting first challenge. Smh.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

This, I personally think I have autism as well but I keep getting told to stop self diagnosising, SPECIFICALLY when I bring up the fact I have many traits of ASPD, something I want to get looked at. The thing is, is that it's very likely I do have it because my psychiatrist was wanting to keep an eye on me for potential B-cluster personality disorders, which aspd is a part of. My mother had bpd, one of my aunts very likely has histrionic disorder whom I unfortunately grew up with and was never medicated. My mother got therapy is doing loads better, same as myself. I still have traits though, but I feel that I probably wouldn't be diagnosed now that I'm dealing with it better.

“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.

You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are

[pupplushy]

ik it's all in its head but why does it kinda feel like they don't like me

[llamasofchaos]

Does anyone have some trick that they either never figured out how to do as a child or could never find someone to teach them?

I could never get anyone to teach me the trick to drawing stars super quick. I literally sat down and figured out how to do it this year during a boring online class. But like why??? I distinctly remember asking my friends and my mom to teach me how to draw them and they all refused to show me??????

Anyways what is a trick or skill that you either never learned or had to teach yourself as an adult?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Wizard Cowboy War (Wizboys VS Cowards) continues on.

[tirednapentity]

One day I'm going to feel confident enough to post art and leave it up for more than two seconds but alas. today is not that day

[afamiliarsword]

It's weird how often teachers say I'm a perfectionist considering that I don't consider myself to really care about making something perfect, I just like making something that I like

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Made a post talking about how things could've been different and may have made it seem like i don't like Lizzie. I do 😶

[hellhousellc]

okay making a list of moody boy w daddy issues vs ray of sunshine love interests in as many pieces of media as i can remember and deciding who's my favorite. work in progress because my brain forgot everything i have ever watched and or read:

- the vampire diaries

damon x

stefan

(hear me out. damon was the actual sunshine the whole time. stefan is the one who keeps multiple diaries and writes poetry and has daddy issues so. my point still stands)

- the summer i turned pretty

jeremiah x

conrad

- twilight

jacob

edward x

(i hate both of them, but edward isn't a pedo, so)

- the hunger games

peeta x

gale

- teen wolf

scott x

isaac

and

stiles x

jackson

one tree hill:

brooke x

peyton

and

jake

lucas

friends:

joey x

ross

[sailorsun546]

I have recently acquired this "rabbit" and we can't decide what to name her. She is a Jersey Wooly and everything in the world sticks to her fur.

She looks like shit right now but don't worry I'm brushing her every couple days and making sure she has plenty to eat. When I rescued her she was matted and a little under weight, but that's all being taken care of.

[fivveweeks]

moe moe beam

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Choi Han, for a test from a god, is sent to an unknown land with "Cale."

Choi Han, upon arrival, realizes something is strange about this Cale. He's got a similar appearance to his own Cale but the eyes are sharper, with a witty bite to his tongue and a quick sneer always at the ready.

He's clearly confused and distressed about being in a strange place with a strange person but he does his best to not let it show. His hand reaches for a bottle of alcohol that isn't there.

Choi Han thinks that this Cale isn't like his Cale at all.

Choi Han has a hunch that this Cale is the one from before Kim Rok Soo's possession. It makes sense. So he isn't his Cale.

However, though Choi Han wants to become cold to this stranger version of Cale, when he looks into those red-brown eyes and sees fear, he draws back. It's an instinctual feeling that he gets, right as Cale is spitting more vile words to cover up the trembling in his hands, that he doesn't want to see even a terrible Cale be afraid of him.

This doesn't stop them from arguing. Through towns, forests, deserts, they both learn on an intimate level that they would never, ever get along. Cale is too loud, too threatening, and Choi Han can't resist from debating with this strange Cale about morals, of all things. They argue constantly.

Though they argue, Choi Han can't help himself from sometimes mistaking this Cale for his own. He tells himself it's because they look alike.

They're both in the midst of an argument when a noble-like individual approaches them with cloying words, which seek to lure them inside of the noble's home. Choi Han is suspicious, but before he has the chance to decline, Cale steps in front of Choi Han and demands to speak to the noble who wants to see them.

The noble-like individual turns out to be the servant of a more powerful man, something that Cale saw through immediately.

Choi Han is stunned.

How did this, this trashy Cale with no moral upstanding, clock the intentions of a person so quickly and accurately?

He asks him directly. Cale shrugs. Choi Han believes he's mistaken when Cale's eyes flicker with calculating intent. They don't discuss it further.

Little moments like these keep occurring. Cale does something impressive, Choi Han inquires, and Cale downplays it with a sneer or an insult and refuses to speak about it again. It's weird and strange but it's familiar. Extremely so. Not the insulting, and the sneer is too odd to be his own Cale's face, but it's familiar in the sense that they both underestimate themselves. They both refuse to acknowledge what lies under the surface of their visage.

This Cale is a strange individual. He swears and laughs and grins, he's too calm about their situation, and it's difficult to get through to him when he makes up his mind about something. But the strangest thing is that all of these things remind Choi Han of his Cale.

Finally, it all comes down to a final battle. One more fight and both himself and this Cale can go back to where they belong. Choi Han is ready.

Cale receives a power from a book before the battle and it's unlike anything Choi Han has ever seen. But the coughing up of blood makes him have Cale swear to never use it. Cale swears.

Choi Han makes Cale promise to stay on the sideline and not approach. Cale easily agrees.

They get to the last stage, the last time they'll see each other again, and the villain of this world is too powerful. It's as if he weren't meant for them to fight. It's as if he were made so that they struggle.

Choi Han swings his blade to block a blow that he knows he can't block, knows might end him, and he thinks about how he can't possibly die right now and leave this Cale behind... but he's too weak.

He wonders what his Cale would do in this moment, when everything seems hopeless and nothing is working.

Cale steps in front of him and uses his power to its fullest extent.

White light is shining everywhere, blinding Choi Han who keeps his burning eyes open, desperately keeps his eyes on the Cale that's bleeding from his mouth and his nose and his eyes and his skin is starting to crack, crack like he is about to turn into dust and disappear.

Cale turns to look at Choi Han.

"Ah. I was worried it wouldn't be enough to take out the villain." His eyes stained with blood curl up in a smile. A ball of dread sits in Choi Han's stomach. "I'm glad. I'm really, really..." eyes drifting closed, his body begins to shatter further and further. "Happy for you, Choi Han."

This is why they felt familiar.

It's with a cry of grief and anger, anger at himself, that Choi Han reaches out to hold Cale, hold onto even a piece of him.

Cale's eye, the only one left as he is disintegrating, widens.

Choi Han grasps a fragment that's about to vanish from Cale's chest, somewhere next to his heart, and this piece doesn't break, doesn't disappear from Choi Han's hand. It stays solid and firm and real-

And it's all that Choi Han is left with when the gods test ends.

Choi Han wakes up, surrounded by his family, with a red, glass marble in his hand. He holds it to his chest. It hurts.

It hurts.