#perfect is the enemy of good

[le-beda]

i cannot believe i saw this project through you guys!!

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

Halt and Catch Fire (2014-2017) season 3 episode 7 //

Lessons In Chemistry (2023) episode 8

[colourwhirled-writes]

southern lights: new chapter up!

ft. a rather strange production by the EIP

excerpt:

The curtains finally swing open. A hush falls upon the theatre, the entire audience waiting with bated breath.

The announcer’s voice picks up again, with a strangely ominous lilt. “Yet…little would the descendents of Sozin know…that the biggest threat to their empire comes not from outside her borders...but within.”

“Threat?” Azula echoes under her breath, confused.

The stage lights flare abruptly, illuminating a sparse set with only some crumbling pillars lining the background.

Where is that supposed to be? Azula tilts her head, trying to place the unfamiliar setting. That’s not the palace. That isn’t even anywhere in the capital.

An actor appears, marching intently toward the centre of the stage. He wears a loose red uniform and a dishevelled black wig. When he finally raises his head into the glaring spotlight, it throws his mask into sharp relief.

“What-?” 

find it on ao3 here!

[beatricecrumplebottom]

you must've been told this before, but, thanks to your blog whenever I feel imposter syndrome and perfectionism kicking in when I'm making cc, your blog title (perfect is the enemy of good) echoes in my head and I'm reminded that it doesn't need to be polished and perfect and impeccable to be good and worthy of being shared :) I just thought you'd like to know. Have a wonderful day!

Thank you. ❤️❤️

[inscrutable-shadow]

Mediwhump May Day 7 - First Night in Hospital

@mediwhumpmay

Put a bit of a twist on this one and it's not very whumpy but who's gonna do something about it? The cops? Fuck da police. Angkasa belongs to @sssunshinebreeze!

It was always strange to get overflow patients from the other, more legitimate clinics in the area. Obviously, the Doctor was a registered medical professional (under a false name) and the clinic was on the map and in the phone book and several other places (though they had refused all attempts to convince them to allow someone to set up a website), but they were still rather surprised every time someone remembered that they existed and wasn’t actively covered in blood or bringing an envelope of cash. They'd had to accept insurance for this one. Disgusting.

The patient seemed relatively normal, at least. Just a young person in for a sleep study. Apparently, they had been reporting nightmares and possible somnambulism. The Doctor was qualified to do this test, at least (that weekend conference had come in handy, after all) but the patient still seemed rather fearful.

“Nothing to worry about. I understand all the monitors are uncomfortable, but I guarantee you nothing untoward will occur during the night. I shall just be monitoring a few data points while you do your best to sleep.” They smiled as reassuringly as they could, but without the usual feedback from the patient’s expression, it was difficult to determine if they were succeeding. “Angkasa, wasn’t it? You may call me Rowan if you’d like.” 

“S-sorry, I just… really don’t like… “

“Hospitals?”

“Y-yes … It’s nothing against you…”

The Doctor shifted the clipboard under their arm. “Oh, I assure you, I take no offence. If it would make you more comfortable, there’s no reason we must do any of this here in the clinic. My apartment is directly above us, and, while I would not usually invite a patient into my home, if it ensures the test results are accurate and don’t need to be repeated, I don’t mind my guest bedroom seeing some use.”

Angkasa blinked slowly, considering. “You would do that?”

“Certainly. We would still need the equipment, of course, but at least the environment will be less clinical. Allow me to prepare some things.” Part of them had been hoping the youth would say no, but it really was the most practical solution. They just hated the idea of another human being in a space that was ‘theirs’.

The Doctor’s apartment was sparse, but homely: a well-taken-care-of espresso machine sat on the kitchen counter by an assortment of mugs, mostly gifted or from medical conferences; the main room, which was connected to the kitchen, was empty save for a single bookcase and futon, upon which lay two and a half crocheted afghans; the bathroom and two bedrooms lay in a hallway off to the side, and the whole place was lit softly by imitation gas lamps.

“Make yourself at home,” they murmured, showing their charge into the guest bedroom. This room was slightly more cluttered than the others, years of random objects accumulated on the surfaces and provided evidence that the Doctor was, after all, capable of sentiment. They smiled warmly as they moved to retrieve the monitoring equipment from downstairs, attempting to be reassuring. Once everything had been set up again and Angkasa had become rather attached to the Doctor’s least favourite afghan, it was time to begin the testing. “All right, now just try to sleep the same way you usually would. I shall be right down the hall.”

The patient hesitated. “Would you… would you mind staying?”

“Of course not.” They very much would.

They sat themselves in the open doorframe, the light of their tablet facing away from the rest of the room to allow Angkasa to sleep. This way, if the patient began sleepwalking, they couldn’t escape the room, and the Doctor could visually monitor any abnormal phenomena.

Angkasa slowly dropped into a fitful sleep while the Doctor looked on, thinking about how odd it was to see a young person under their afghan in the guest bed. No one ever slept in the beds here, least of all the Doctor themselves. The door to the Doctor’s bedroom remained firmly closed.

[andrea-lyn]

colin/isaac? done!  remix (...remixes, plural, shut up)? also done it’s almost like I’m making progress here

[ehprybylski]

Practice

Sure, this isn't entirely about writing but it's not not about writing either. Today I spent some time working with my watercolor paints because I'm learning how to use them effectively. I'm trying different techniques and so on. It's fun.

Practice is necessary for art. You learn your tools, what you like, what you need to work on. It gives you a chance to try things you might not otherwise share with anybody. Things like that are really important.

Too often we expect ourselves to be great out of the box. To be perfect without practicing. Without taking time to learn. Obviously that doesn't work. We can't be perfect without being imperfect for a long time. And even then we won't be perfect; we'll just be better.

I'm not an amazing painter. I'm not the best there is. I'm still learning, and I'm still enjoying the process.

Treat everything else the same way. Writing included. Take time to just... do the thing for fun and learn about it. Don't expect yourself to do more than you can.

[jellydragons]

dog time :)

ref + alt version:

pros of knowing someone who can turn into a wolf:

free cuddles

everything else

cons:

he tends to get broody about it

dog hair EVERYWHERE

in summary: ouppy :)

[schnoobums]

How many of your co-workers did you just eject into space to get rid of me, huh?

[charyou-tree]

Ok, I get it, you hate Biden

You want a cool, leftist candidate to vote for instead. Great, me too!

What is your plan to get some candidate you like better into power?

Who should we campaign for?

How do we raise money?

What races are important? What races can't they win?

And most importantly, how do we convince ~100 Million other Americans that you're right, and we should vote for this person?

You don't have a plan.

You say "don't vote for Biden" and refuse to provide any alternatives, so I can only assume you'd rather the people on Tumblr not vote at all.

I guarantee the fascists will be voting next year, and making sure that if they win, this will be the last election you get to vote in. Don't take it from me, here it is in their own words:

There's a 900 page plan about how the fascists intend to take over America.

So I ask again, what's your plan? Do you want to help Palestinians, or do you want to make sure that the last people who still believe in elections lose?

If your only contribution is "Biden is evil" and "both sides are the same" or "every American politician is evil" then I'm going to assume your intentions are to keep young leftists disillusioned and prevent them from voting, and I'll block accordingly.

[egophiliac]

the juxtaposition between "it's pronounced Fae of Maleficence, but it means Blessing!" is sure an interesting choice there, Mal.

still not 100% happy with this one, but I know I keep overworking it, so I think I need to just be done! getting all the important elements in without overcrowding it turned out to be more of a challenge than I anticipated. :')

(also, we're going to have to wait at least a month to find out what it even does exactly, uggghhh I'm so impatient)

[anistarrose]

People who don't have the energy to ID every image you reblog, but make sure to describe all your original posts, we're lining up so I can give all of you a big high-five. People who don't know how to describe every image you reblog, but describe lots and lots of specific types of posts like screenshotted tweets or animal images, I am sending you all some little treats.

People who check the notes for IDs, I notice you and I appreciate you so much. People who edit the ID into your posts when someone in the notes provides one, I see you, and you're a constant encouragement to me. We will all do what we can to make a more accessible world together.

[seance]

If you were truly as evil as you like to paint yourself, you would've done that. Nah. That's the trouble with you lot. You don't just see things in black and white. Sometimes, you've just gotta blur the edges.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[knottybliss]

I finished a shawl! Knitting! Aaaaand I am probably going to have to frog it.

For reasons I have not been able to puzzle out, the top edge (which is the end of the rows) has NO stretch.

Therefore, the whole thing sort of buckles/puckers around the top center, which is where I started. There has got to be some method to having a springier edge, I just don’t know what it is.

I do like how the patterning in the body came out, anyway, and it was good practice. I’m faster and smoother now with both knitting and purling than I was when I began. Since that was, ultimately, the goal? I’m feeling pretty good about it overall.

MISTAKES ARE FOR LEARNING! FUCKUPS ALLOW FOR GROWTH.

if anybody has thoughts about how I might have achieved a stretchier edge with my row ends, please advise.

The pattern is Lionberry by Narniel of Endor and is a free download on Ravelry.

[brazen-art]

Hey bud, I think you got a lil somethin on your leg…