#my life is in sambles

[sssammich]

here are some more before i jump into another meeting even tho i've had an entirely long ass morning

this is nothing new but compliance to unnecessarily censored words in apps drive me nuts. just say sex. just say suicide. just say murder. just say sexual assault. name it. it probably stemmed from a meme but seeing sesbian lex actually drives me up the wall. as an information professional, it makes no sense to me to not use the words in order to contextualize it with the larger conversation surrounding that very topic and also to properly categorize it where it needs to be. jsut say porn. just say sex. just say the words. the algorithm is going to punish you regardless. it just doesn't make sense to me myself or i that people go into these otherwise great discussion points and say things like unalive. it actually feels like a net zero gain to me regardless of how good the points are

it's either people are afraid to assert themselves for being afraid to come across mean or people are just actually really mean on the internet and i don't like that it makes me sad

water really is the adult beverage. i talked myself out of a soda and a boba and was like 'nah the water is free and better for me' and im like wtf??

ongoing random topics of interests that i would love to write an essay about but probably won't touch for a long while, if ever, because of various reasons i won't disclose here but

far be it for me to support queerbait in any form without, idk, being a class traitor, but old school queerbait, terrible as it was, was also weirdly inclusive so that they get the queerbaiting right lmao

parasocial relationships with famous people (any famous person, they don't even have to be anyone of real skill or note) have rotted brains and critical thinking and, most notably, critical analysis of fictional characters. interchanging the interaction with one for the other is what i imagine is the reason why people push for fictional characters' independence and autonomy because real people's independence and autonomy are threatened all the time within parasocial relationships so this concept of vigilant protection of these people are being conflated with the needless protection of fictional characters

media literacy is not necessarily dead despite my grumbling, but i also know that being literate and fluent in media and communications at this point also relies on being information literate, being digitally literate, and being values literate and that's a lot and few of those things are being supported, especially in conjunction with each other

bananas ruin a smoothie

[samble-movedd]

"homura is an evil abuser who wants to control madoka and hates their friends" tired trope, canonically untrue, congrats on falling for the facade put up by a middle schooler.

"homura sees herself as inherently evil and abusive due to her upbringing, past actions, and status as a witch, which is still ongoing even at the end of rebellion" fresh, new, actually closer to canon, doesn't demonize a child for being mentally ill.

[flimsy-roost]

I understand the appeal of digital release pdf books and comics, I appreciate the accessibility for both the artist and the buyer. however. my magpie brain zeroed in on physical print media as a wee grub and has never once wavered. I have vested interests in both supporting my local library system and in continuously making my home more flammable by the ream.

[sheikfangirl]

I just wanted to say that seeing your art of Zelda & Link with their daughter is nothing short of heartwarming & theraputic and hope you keep up the fabulous work. 🥰 And let's be very honest here. Link would 100% be that adorkable over the top boyfriend/huband, who would trip over himself, and do everything he could to meet every one of Zelda's needs, while she was going through her maternity stages. 😆

Thank you so much dear Anonymous!! Adorkable IS THE TERM to describe Dad Link for sure! And YES he is absolutely supportive.

I love the idea of Zelink having a family, Link being a stay at home dad, being absolutely content in the "boring routine" of parenthood while Zelda juggles between teaching and rebuilding projects 🥰

I have tons of Zelink family prompts noted in my prod Trello board, in terms of domestic fluff, i should have you covered. I am a mom of two in real-life, so I'm very motivated to depict a realistic picture of parenthood: Sometime its cute AF, and sometimes, its noisy, messy and annoying 😆. But one thing is for sure: Wholesome is the no1 rule.

Also, Dad Link has very low safety standards 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️ A samble of my neverending prompt list 😆

Urgh i wrote so much and rambled in circles again. Anyway, Cheers!

[k9effect]

I’ve written a haiku to prove that it’s me who loves you the most:

Sambles Topgunners,

You are the love of my life

You sexy bastard

Poetry? For me? More likely than you think, my askbox is filled with it rn

[stephart09]

What do you mean ingo is bald!!!!!

[goldbane-blog]

some of y’all: wow ur art is amazing me: r u sure because....

[rove-bogge]

One and a half men...and a robot baby

starter for @zacaraya He couldn't believe they were doing this project....He was pretty certain he was going to be childfree for the rest of his life...unless bugs counted as children...those were his babies and much prefered then a small crying poop machine.

But as Froll rattled on about responsibilities of parent hoods and the punishments of failing the class he had zones out. It's fine he will just hack his baby for perfect scores...easy...

He completely missed the part about the magical recoil warning that Froll gave out while he was busy plotting...that wouldn't bite him in the ass later.

When he finally zoned back in it was when the baby was placed in front of him.

"Mr Bogge you will be paired up with Mr Samble." Rove's face visibly fell when he glanced at Zac. Grumbling as he could see that condescending sly smile.... didn't Zac know that one's handsome face loses points when you're a dick....

Sighing dramatically he picked up the baby careful not to trigger it crying before walking over to Zac's desk. "Guess you're my partner for this project..."

Pulling up a chair he sat down as he pulled out his planner. "So what days do you want this thing..." He hissed, wanting to spend as much time away from the other as possible...he knew he owed Zac a favour and he was praying the other would forget it so he didn't have to be humiliated by the lion boy.

Why couldn't he be lazy like Leona and just not bother him?

"I have a poker game in three days time so I would rather not have this stupid baby." He added.

[counsellorhellfire]

Happy Birthday Daniel Froll!

You find yourself at Scarabia deep in the desert by an oasis. A table with a shade umbrella and a lounger are there. Sat there sipping on a glass of fine punch sits daniel for once dressed down enjoying the sun with a book. He looks up with a sigh when he sees you. 

“Ah I did wonder how long it would take someone to find me. I did think of enjoying some of the summer delights on my birthday while avoiding certain...traditions so to speak.” 

He calmly book marks his page and places it on the table sipping his drink while watching you. “Ah you are here for the birthday questions, is that correct?” 

You nod unsure if Froll is about to verbally destroy you or send you away. But much to your surprise he summons a beach chair next to him under the parasols shade for you to sit in he even summons you a little fruity non alcoholic cocktail to sip under the scarabia sun. “Shall we begin then?” 

Happy Birthday!

“Thank you. At my age birthdays tend to be just normal days now but the well wishes are very appreciated.” 

Have you received any gifts?

“Not really. I never found the need for a partner so I have no close family. I did buy myself some wonderful summer tea and a bottle of 2017 Tua Rita Redigaffi Toscana Merlot. I’ll likely treat myself to a fancy steak dinner. One can not go wrong with simple enjoyment in life. Though the day is young, who knows what it will bring.”

Do you have a fond Birthday Memory?

“Hmm Ah! I must say in my youth my father took me to the local farmers market and livestock auction. At first it was just a day of sampling the local goods but then we saw the equine auctions. I saw this dashing little white pony and I knew I wanted him. My father got into quite the bidding war for him. But we took him home. That pony was actually Snowball's great great great sire. My mother named him and as I got older I got into the habit of breeding a successor to him though down the line the coats took a darker hue which I guess makes Snowball the fourth’s name a bit more humorous when you see how black he is.” 

What's your normal working day like?

“I tend to start my day with a light breakfast while reading the morning paper before heading to the stables.  I like to give Snowball a good groom and ride before I’m expected in my office. It’s also a good opportunity to check the grounds too. By the time I am done and Snowball has been returned to his stable I tend to have a short time to change and  get myself to my desk. My work day tends to be quite slow. I do reports and talk to a few students. I don't have as much of a routine as some of my co-workers. 

Sometimes I will close my office to do a walk round the halls, maybe stop at Octoville’s cafe to sample some of their fine teas. Sometimes students find it easier to approach me when I am out and about. Once the school day ends I tend to get dinner delivered to my office. I might go see Snowball again for an evening ride. Settle back down for the evening and enjoy a good book before bed. I know my life is very boring. It tends to get that way when you hit my age.” 

If you were a student again which dorm would you choose? Your original dorm is not an option. 

“Back in my youth I was part of Pomefiore. It is quite the classy house. Well accounting for the more modern adjustments...that quickly rules out Ignihyde and Diasomnia instantly. Under its current management Scarabia is also disqualified. Heartslabyul....while I do enjoy a regimented guidance of rules, the odd traditions would be very frustrating. I do not enjoy silly games that a lot of Heartslabyul traditions are made of.”

“I guess that leaves Octavinelle. Another rather classy house with some brilliant minds behind it. Mr Ashengrotto has transformed the house into a great endeavour to prepare its students for the responsibilities of adulthood.” 

If you had to pick one student as a son?

“Oh this is a rather loaded question. Well there are a few options. Mr Rosenhearts, Mr Ashengrotto, Mr Schoenheit and Mr Samble.”  

“Mr Rosenhearts is a high performer who strides to enforce the rules of his house with great dedication. He expects a high standard from his subjects. His love of horses is also a bonus....though his temper..hmmm...”

“Mr Ashengrotto on the other hand is an extremely clever and driven individual. It also helps that he looks similar to a younger version of myself, People would easily accept him as my own. He reminds me of my younger self too....especially the conniving part. We could have a great father son relationship but I would end up having to be on my toes all the time...not healthy especially as I get older...” 

“Mr Schoeheit is a fine example of the perfect gentleman in the making. He is strict yet graceful and from what I have heard a good son. His knowledge in high fashion would be wonderful. I can picture it now going out around the high cortoire stores with my young charming son helping me pick a new suit while visiting fancy restaurants...the image almost brings a tear to my eye with pride.” 

“Mr Samble though rough round the edges is deep down quite an intelligent judge of character. He seems good at reading people and perceptively finds the right details needed about someone's character and personality. I feel with training he could make a great successor to myself. Similar to Ashengrotto he reminds me of a younger version of myself in ways though he is a bit more athletic than I was. But I am too young to deal with such a rebel of a son.” 

“This is quite the hard choice... Do I have to choose one? Well I guess after weighing the pros and cons I will choose Mr Rosenhearts. While the temper tantrums may cause some hardships I’m sure it is nothing a long ride out together and a discussion over tea couldn’t fix.” 

You nod, satisfied with your answers and enjoy some rays of sun and a pleasant drink of tropical juice. After a while a clearing of the throat draws your attention. 

“I believe you have class today do you not?” 

You flush at being caught out standing up quickly. “Trot along to class. I would hate to have to drag you to my office on my birthday.” He teases raising his glass to you.

[shittysamuel]

sambles

Does anyone else have like a weird memory connection (trauma) with certain artist. Eminem is a main one like his songs 'Cleanin out my closet', 'When I'm gone' and 'Mockingbird'. Those just hit a nerve, a core memory, or just simple trauma where, it just makes me get chills. idk man. But in listening to his music again I forgot how like offensive he actually is. I remember my dad saying like "you aren’t allowed to listen to Eminem, you are way to young." which... he isn’t wrong but I was a kid with unlimited and unsupervised access to the internet so like... I did it anyways. Just listening to 'Guilty Conscience' and like just bobbing my head, unphased that it was talking about(TW:Sexual assault) assaulting someone and then dumping them outside their home. but me just vibing to the song. Also saying the word 'Fag' repeatedly in his 2013 'Rap God'. Like his music was not good on like young people and culture of young people. i will say most people that i know who listen to Eminem are, EXTREMELY horrible people, who say 'all lives matter 'or its people with Mummy issues or Daddy issues. Even to this day i enjoy his music but I understand that the negative and rather explicit songs are usually in role of 'slim shady'. I feel like Rap has always this 'perpetrator and victim' mentality, the hypocrisy within music in general but especially rap. For example, Eminem using homphobic and extremely violent language towards women in particular. But then also talk about your extremely difficult past. its I’m going to, by making the music i am making hurting a majority of people, its also I’ve been hurt look at me :'(. Its the same with people who will listen to his music. It's just a very toxic community, Eminem's music has changed through the years as having some emotional songs. Such as 'Mockingbird' which is an emotional song about the failing family life of Eminem and his struggles with his then wife Kim. 

Just a thought lmao:)

[samble-movedd]

samuel loves you

[flimsy-roost]

I think I ended up being comfortably habitually monogamous mostly bc I can't even keep track of two simultaneous active text conversations

[voidselfshipp]

Sirens song

The woodlands were tiredsome,they really were, every now and then something lightened it up,but every day was the damn same.

Specially for bigby.

But a since last week,every afternoon,after five Pm he would hear this soft melodie,and Someone,who sounded like a girl would sing.

It would lure him to sleep,sometimes he did,sometimes he didnt,but when he managed to ,his dreams wouldnt be nightmares,they would be filled with joy,often times he forgets them , and when he remembered them,they would loose its string And make no sense a couple of hours later.

This afternoon however,was different,the sheriff wasnt in his appartment,he was going to the bussines Office when he heard her.

" Oh little sunflower,rest your petals,the sun is gone,and your time to sleep has come

Oh little sunflower lay your head to rest,for tomorrow awaits."

To this point,he knew the song by far.

He slowly crept up the stairs , appartment 149.

" Dream of clouds and spirits,they'll guide you to tomorrow.

Lay down little sunflower no time for sorrow.

Dream of plenty and love,remember home is never gone,mother is waiting and father is watching,the sun Will greet you with its shining.

Lay down little sunflower rest and tomorrow watch the sun until its time to wake."

He opened the door softly,as the song started again, he walks down the corridor,yes he should have had knocked but it would disturb that soothing melody

He peeks over a wall,looking at the resident of the house lean on their balcony's handrail.

-if I knew you'd like my singing so much I would have made a song for you specially bigby

She turns around.

No,she cant be...

Jerico!

The wolf goes and hugs her tightly.

--Holy shit,jerico,how are you still alive?!

The other fable laughs and puts her hands on her hips,her usual stance,as the wolf remembered correctly.

--Its a long story, but if youre not in a rush youre more than welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like

--Sorry sweetheart but I gotta go with Snow

Jeri lets a grumble out.

--I know you dont like her

--damn princesses, all they do is sit soundly on their glass coffins and there goes their prince charming to the rescue, ill brew some coffee

Yeah,dragons and princes dont mix well...

Bigby sighs and takes a look at her.

_its been so long since they last seen eachother_

--i guess,it can wait c'mon

He sits with her on the livingroom,she sips from her tea,silent.

--I never got why you hated snow so much,ever since we were in the woodlands,I know princesses and dragons dont mix,But this is ridiculous

The dragon Slams the cup on the coffee table and looks at the wolf with a piercing stare.

--You wanna know what my damn problem with snow is? You wanna know?, then ill fucking tell you!-She stands up with tears forming in the corner of her emerald eyes--You have a crush on her!thats the problem,you Like her-she bits her lip with a shaky breath- I have been harboring feelings for you since the old times, when you would swing by my cave to hear me sing,then snow comes in and i-- ....

Jerico walks over her balcony,leaning on the handrails and covering her face with her hands,clawy fingers gripped her luscius brown hair-- I love you too much bigby,thats the damn problem...

Bigby sighs with a heavy chest,leaving the coffee on the table,and walking over her,putting a hand on her Lower back.

--Do you remember the song you made for me?

--The northen wolf ,yeah...why?

--jerico,I have been singing that lullaby for years,your singing could never be forgotten by those that loved you,thats why we met remember?I couldnt get that song out of my brain and I would beg you to sing it...,look what im trying to say is...I love you,whatever Is up with me and snow its nothing compared to us,all these years you have been off the radar and i-- I feared the worst..im so sorry

Jeri looks at him,still red from the anger and crying,she takes his hands putting them to her chest.

--There sweetheart,breathe, there you go

The dragon sighs finally recomposing,the wolf looks away in shame.

-- " Oh hide di ho,hide from the northen wolf..."

Bigby looks up to meet her warm gaze.

--" Hide from him and his fatal blow"

He continued.

--" He who comes from the northen wind and the pale she-wolf, youngest of Seven and deadliest of them all"

The Man snorts as jeri kept singing " Oh the big bad wolf,hes here to kill the herd and leave your lord_

pray to who you May,no god can save you now"

-- " For he is not alone" -bigby sang with her,jeri gasps, he does know the whole song-- " for he brings along the southern echo of the caves,the Beauty in the beast,and her song wont leave you be"

Both join,pressing their foreheads togheter.

" oh hide di ho,hide from the winding echoes in the halls, oh hide thee from the wolf and the dragon of the nightgale in the storm

Oh hide and tremble for them bring the sambles of the life as you know

oh hide thee from,the Wonders of the dragon and the wolf,for there is no magic as powerful as their love "

They look into eachothers eyes.

--You remember....

--of course I do,your singing is not known for it to not be catchy...

Jerico chuckles and leans down to kiss him,hugging his neck as his arms eneveloped her waist.

--See?,we are bound togheter--The sheriff says hiding his face on the crook of her neck-- As we did before

--So we do now

--Exactly

Both stay togheter as the storm that came as jerico cried clears.

--Do you mind telling your fable again dear?

Both laid on the bed,a thunderous storm hit the Bronx as both lovers had finally reunited.

-Sure...get Comfy,Its a long one

The wolf huddles closer and leaves a peck on her lips.

"A long time ago,when the Winds could only sing, a young dragon Cub sat on the edge of a cliff.

-Oh dear mother sun- the cub cried- I want to sing like the humans do, I want to feel the music in my soul and dance free,meet the love of my life,one that can see through the scales on my back

'Is that what you wish for my child?' The sun asked, the dragon nodded ' Then so be it, you Will sing like a siren,and those who hear it Will be enchanted,but only those who fall in love with you Will Keep your Song on their soul for ever

And so,it happened,during Many Centuries,the dragon sang, men Fell to her feet but as soon as the saw who she was they fled.

It made her poor heart break,until one night, a wolf Walked to the cave, to stalk something to eat,but instead he found the dragon singing in her pool of riches,and most importantly food.

Though it did matter not to the wolf,who had Fallen for the creature before him.

So each day,before sunset, the dragon would sing,and her loyal fan,the wolf,would listen.

Until one day, the dragon noticed the wolf.

--You are not afraid of how I look?

The creature asked.

--Of course not,your beauty matches your ability my dear .."

-I dont remember saying it quite like that...

--Shut it and let me continue

"The dragon felt flattered,and every day before sunset they would meet and hear her beautiful singing.

Ocassionally the wolf would bring trinkets to her,and finally the tedious courting payed off.

As both united in one,they swore to lay on the humans and other fables all the hurt that they made to them.

And so they became known as 'the northern wolf and the windious echoe'.

They swore to be togheter until the end,if they would ever be separated,upon their meeting a thunderous storm would hit the world,as a reminder of them and What they become"

Bigby looks out the Window and sighs-- Yep,theres the storm...

--well its not my fault you were so handsome back then

--Back then?, and what about me now huh?

--Make love to me and maybe ill change my mind~

--I forgot you have no filter...

--And I forgot how easily flustered you get,now come on northen wolf,make my moans echo in the wind~

The storm pounded outside,it drowned the noise in the house,but finally both reunited,and it was going to be a long while before they did part.

[90l6an1]

Thank you very much, I am grateful to be in my life. Sometimes samble things have a big affect on your mood You made my day. شكراً جزيلاً ، ممتن لوجودك بحياتي. أحياناً الأشياء البسيطة لديها بالغ الأثر على مزاجك. أسعدت يومي. #gift #present #thankful #thankyou #thanku #grateful #gratefulheart #شكرا #شكراً #ممتن #شاكر #ممنون #مساء_الخير #صباح_الخير #اهداء #هديه #تقدير #شكر #شكراًجزيلاً #الرياض #القصيم #الرس #مكة #المدينه #الخبر #الدمام #حايل #تبوك #نجران #جازان https://www.instagram.com/p/B7A2TLVAdgE/?igshid=f4yejmmfb3sm

[silvermoon424]

YES BESTIE SAY IT

Also, I believe it was @muffinrecord who said this a while ago, and I absolutely love her take: Madoka wanted to respect the wishes of the girls who gave up everything to make their hopes and dreams come true. Like yeah, she could have wished the Incubators out of existence, but then she'd basically be disrespecting the 13-year-old girl who wished her mom's cancer away, or the 15-year-old girl who wished to be recognized for her singing talents, or the 12-year-old girl who wished her bullies would stop making her life hell.

Countless girls made a deal with the devil because they had a wish they wanted granted so badly they were willing to risk their lives in battle against monsters to see it granted. They needed a miracle. Yes, a lot of them were manipulated into it, but as @samble said this is presumably better in the new world.

Don't fucking hate on my girl Madoka because she respects the wishes of little girls who desperately needed a miracle.

"bwahh madoka is perpetuating the magical girl cycle and is just as bad as kyubey for not stopping contracting entirely wahh".

madoka is a fourteen year old girl who still wants miracles and magic to be real, just with the incubators being more forthcoming with information and stopping the girls from falling into despair. the system still "exists" because there are some things kyubey can fix by a miracle that can never be done by anyone or anything else otherwise (ex. healing someone with a terminal illness). it's implied in things like wraith arc that kyubey is more helpful and honest after her wish, when before he was shown to outright lie, despite claming to be unable to. this is likely because he can no longer manipulate girls into witching out to gain more energy, as witches no longer exist.

kyubey, meanwhile, is part of a super intelligent alien species many times more advanced than humanity is, and appears to support and cause (or at best ignore) the deaths of millions of little girls. his system pre-madoka is so bad that we know of only very few magical girls who survive to be eighteen or older, and they're all from spinoff media.

mami and kyoko are canonically considered "veterans" at 14-15 years old. no system can be considered good if your "veterans" are still kids. even if you want to use the "kyubey isn't evil, he just can't feel emotions/is too logical", he should be perfectly capable of using his "logic" to see that if an average human can live 70-100yrs, then having everyone you contract with die before they're even approaching middle age is proof that his system is affecting humans negatively.

saying that the post-madoka's wish magical girl system and the one from before are the "same level of bad" shows you somehow missed an entire major point of the plot, lol.

[flimsy-roost]

not trying to be facetious at all, genuinely want to understand- why are so many people afraid of being alone with their thoughts? does it not freak them out worse to live knowing that they have a cordoned off area of their brain that they're not allowed to touch?