#sap learning

[wavezies]

win for me

[littlefankingdom]

Justice League meets the Batfam, but they already knew about them because of Batman ranting about his kids.

In the comics, Batman has implemented that Nightwing should be in charge of the Justice League if something happened to him BEFORE he had adopted Dick (so, when his only legal son was Jason). When Dick is called to help, he learns that people think he's Batman's son because of how Batman speaks about him, and how he is proud of nothing in his life but the man Nightwing has become.

So, let's imagine the batfam thinking they are so secretive and mysterious, and "B, it's time for you to trust your friends and colleagues more", and going to the JL to officially present the Batfam, only for them to cut them and be "You're Batman's kids, everyone knows that. He doesn't shut up about you."

Bruce doesn’t realize he does it, btw. He didn’t clearly stated that they are his kids, that he is their dad, he just starts to talk about them and how proud he is, and how competent they are, and how much he cares about them, when the discussion seems appropriate to do so. But for the rest of the JL, Batman talks about three things: the mission, his kids, and his interests if you are close and it's useful rn (him starting to rant about dinosaurs to Hal when they face dinosaurs is cute). They probably tell new recruits "Batman may seem scary, but he is really just a protective dad. Soon enough, you will hear about his kids".

[skrunksthatwunk]

landing

[enjoliquej]

First attacks on Art Fight! @tinymintywolf 's little wet pathetic meow meow of a guy I love him a normal unhinged amount

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 23 - Honey

I wonder where the kids have gone...

[mortemcatabasis]

🔺🟠Jumbled 🟩🔷

[moltensmusings]

Fhjy episode 13 spoilers:

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I'm sure this theory has been spouted, but now that we are aware that Ankarna is the sister of Ruvina what are the chances that in all her hopes of helping others and relieving pain, sticking together, Lucy opened herself up to the rage Ankarna had. That she was alone in her pursuits to help and either the rat grinders helped find a way to put her down or arrived far too late to help and simply covered it up to hide what had happened.

Maybe they planned to release Ankarna and were made aware of just how bad things could get but chose to forget and ignore it in the hopes that they could move on from the guilt over what happened to Lucy and the knowledge that their plan would fail horribly and could claim their lives as well.

Maybe it wasn't malicious actions the rat grinders wanted to forget, but instead the agony of losing someone they actually did care about. And this led to the apathy/group divide we see between them. Imagine if the rat grinders did care deeply at one point about each other, but Lucy took that with her when she died.

[siamesefightingpiano]

Are you guys ready for some utter sap because this is what it is also it is yet again 1k+ words

Capitano x Guthred

Somewhere in the Night Kingdom

The first thing Capitano- Thrain- does in the Night Kingdom, after seeing off his soldiers' souls, is to pull Guthred into his arms. He buries his head into the smaller man's shoulder and just... breathes. Or as close an approximation to breathing as a soul can achieve. Familiar arms wrap around him and he lets out a sigh of exhaustion. "I missed you." He mumbles into Guthred's shoulder.

His second-in-command settles a hand on the back of his head and he all but melts into the touch. Guthred rests his cheek against Thrain's head. "I have always been with you." At Thrain's groan, he amends with a smile pressed into black hair, "I missed you too."

Capitano takes a deep breath and before he raises his head, mourns a soul's lack of smell. He mourns not being able to smell what is distinctly Guthred, medical grade disinfectant and hair wax, forever lost to time and relegated to memory. The hand on his head slips down to rest on his nape as he lifts his head. He leans his forehead against Guthred's and relishes the ability to do so. Disembodied souls they may be, but they possess presence of mind and a distinct form.

It has taken five hundred long years for him to get to this point. He has toiled, suffered torment, persevered and now he can claim his reward. He has earned this. There are no more voices in his mind, echoing, screaming, trying to shred his sanity. He is himself, and he has Guthred in his arms. They are reunited in death, even if it may only be temporary. He'll take what he can get. He deserves it.

Guthred looks up at him and oh, how he has missed this sight. "I thought you wanted to rest, Commander?"

Capitano hums but does not move. "I do, and I will." He takes a moment to luxuriate in being able to see and touch his second-in-command, his most trusted person. He sighs. "I have missed you very much."

Guthred huffs in amusement. "Are you so addled that you've resorted to repeating yourself?"

"It deserves to be repeated, and you deserve to hear it." Capitano brushes his lips against Guthred's temple. He finally takes a step back so he can properly look at the other man. "It's been five hundred years. I can spare a few more moments."

"Well," the doctor studies his face with a discerning eye, "It seems like the corruption is only limited to your physical body. You look the same as you used to."

Capitano grunts. "Hm. Unexpected."

Guthred rests his hands on his hips. "When do you have to go back?"

"Eventually." The Captain allows. "But for the meantime, this is where I will stay."

His second-in-command nods. "This time, make sure you take care of yourself. You should have a much easier time sleeping now that you're not carrying any more souls in your heart. Your goal should be eight hours every night, but I know how you are, so aim for at least five. And make sure you drink lots of water. Adequate hydration is important to staying healthy. Who knows, it might even do something for the corruption. And you need to eat more balanced meals. Your Snezhnayan rations are fine in the short run, but you should really try to get more fruits and vegetables in your diet. And also- why are you laughing?"

Capitano chuckles and shakes his head. "Nothing. It's just- I've missed this, very much." He looks at Guthred fondly. "It's been five hundred years since anyone's talked to me this way. It's... refreshing. And nostalgic."

Guthred sniffs and crosses his arms. "You mean it's been five hundred years since anyone's tried to talk sense into you. I know you, Thrain. There's not an ounce of sensibility in that head of yours."

Capitano doesn't stop the soft smile that spreads across his face. As soon as Guthred uncrosses his arms, he reaches out to take the other man's hand. "I take it that's your professional opinion, Doctor?"

Guthred scowls performatively. "My professional opinion is that you should listen to your doctor for once and do as he says. I swear, if you go back to the world of the living and still don't take care of yourself I'm going to find another hapless soul to possess and hunt you down."

The smile on Capitano's face grows indulgent. "I'll try my best, Doctor."

The shorter man sighs and rolls his eyes. "I suppose that's the best I'll get out of you."

Capitano squeezes Guthred's hand. "There is something I would like to say. I never got to tell you this when you were still alive, but..." He sighs. "Thank you for staying by my side all these years. I know we always argued and often didn't see eye to eye, but you still gave me your full support. You went above and beyond to fulfill our mutual goals, even though I wish you didn't go to those lengths. I think that... without you there, I would not have become who I am today. So, thank you, Guthred."

His second-in-command presses a tender hand to Capitano's cheek. "I pledged myself to you all those years ago in Khaenri'ah, and I'll continue to uphold that vow in any capacity. Even if I have to traverse the ley lines, even if I have to tear through the veil of death, I will do my utmost to support you."

His hand begins to slip away but Thrain holds it in place, pressing his cheek firmly into his palm.

Guthred smiles at him, soft and sad. "But next time, I will not be with you. I know you'll stay true to your ideals, but please, try to not to be too thickheaded."

Capitano- Thrain coughs out a laugh.

Guthred's smile twitches. "And find a competent doctor, will you? You know how hard I was cringing at all the incompetency. I had to bear witness to them all, it was horrible. It's been five hundred years, you'd think there'd be some advancement in the field. And that brat, the one with half a soul. Make sure he supplies you with more vegetables, you hear? Those are some quality vegetables! How many times do I have to lecture you on getting your daily servings of vitamins and fiber? And-"

Laughing, Thrain loops an arm around Guthred's shoulders, reels him in, and kisses him silly. Eventually, the other man pulls away and Thrain grins into his hair. "I've missed you so much."

"Yes, yes." Guthred complains into the fabric of Thrain's uniform. "This is the third time you've said that. But you've interrupted me multiple times now, and as the certified medical professional here I say that kissing someone while they're talking is a highly inappropriate method of shutting them up."

Thrain plants an unapologetic kiss on Guthred's cheekbone. "I've only interrupted you twice, Doctor. So you're saying I should kiss you when you're not talking?"

"Wh-" And yes, there was the slightest flush to Guthred's ears. "You're twisting my words on purpose. Why is that the conclusion you've come to? You always do this when you don't want to listen to me. This is a terrible habit. Do I need to remind you about that time where you nearly kissed me in front of all our soldiers? The multiple times? You really need to stop undermining your authority and the respect people have for you."

Thrain is having trouble controlling the slant of his mouth. "But they were tired of hearing us bicker. I think they would've welcomed any sort of distraction. And this is another thing I never told you, but you become so animated when you nag at me. I tend to find it.... invigorating."

The red is starting to creep down Guthred's neck. "Is that what goes through your mind every time I lecture you? No wonder you don't listen to a word I say. What are you, a teenager? You are the daftest man I've ever met, not including the brat-"

"Guthred." Thrain says with unabashed joy, holding his most beloved person's face in his hands. "I am going to kiss you now."

"What have I said about- mrph!"

[serenaoffaerun]

Acquiescence

My version of Chapter 2 to @alpydk's piece, "Consequences" - PLEASE READ THAT FIRST!

Summary: Tav slept with Mizora, Gale left. BIG catty fight ensued for the remainder of their adventures in Baldur's Gate. Hate sex ensues at the epilogue party. And then...

Word Count: 2,640

CW: References to (consenting) sexual encounter, depression, and alcoholism.

Screenshot: Taken from my own gameplay. Please do not re-post as your own.

There are a couple more chapters to follow, because my brain went HAM on this assignment. Stay tuned throughout the week for more!

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He spoke first, finally standing up and putting himself back together in his pants. “So, now what?”

She turned to him and pulled her dress back down, trying to flatten the wrinkles and keep her hands busy.

“What do you mean, ‘Now what?’” she barked, a tone slipping out much harsher than she meant. Clenching her fists and slamming her eyes shut, she shook her head quickly, not wanting to go back down this road yet again.

“Sorry, I just…” She sighed and looked at him, continuing in a much gentler tone, “I just mean where could we possibly go from here?” Guilt stabbed at her heart for the eight hundred and fifteenth time that week, and she knew that she was still too tipsy to hide her real emotions much longer.

He sighed, crossed his arms and looked down at his shoes, idly kicking at the dirt with the toe of his boot. “Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t know if there’s anywhere to go. But…” He hesitated, unsure if he could commit to his next thought.

He looked up at her while keeping his arms crossed, lest he slip into some inadvertently romantic gesture like grabbing her hands. As he took in the sight of her hair, disheveled from their…escapade, hands nervously fidgeting with her dress, moonlight radiating off her skin, he felt that familiar heartache he’d been carrying around the last six months bloom in his chest. Hells below, he’d missed her, even after all the venomous words and hurled spells.

Her eyes were much softer than they had been earlier this evening. Plus, she’d actually apologized for her tone. Apologized.

He saw a door being cracked ever so slightly open, and gods be damned if he wasn’t going to push through it.

“But I don’t want to believe that,” he continued, voice solemn and quiet. “We’ve done some pretty impossible things together. Surely there’s some kind of progress to be made.”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as tears welled in her eyes. Damn it all to the hells and back, she did not want to cry. It could be the wine, the adrenaline crash from the mind-shattering rage orgasm, the long-lost gentle touch in the stroking of his thumb against her hand afterwards…or his words just now that betrayed hope in his softened voice. His stupid, comforting voice from his stupid, handsome face looking at her with stupid, soulful eyes that bore a hole in her soul once again.

It was her turn to examine her own shoes now, crossing her arms while sniffling sharply, tensing her jaw and trying to will back the emotions from escaping.

‘Fuck it,’ she thought, meeting his gaze and steeling her resolve.

“I don’t think I can talk about this in-person yet. I don’t think either of us can. But we clearly have unresolved shit to deal with.”

‘It’s a start,’ Gale thought to himself.

He took a slow, deep breath and said, “How about we exchange letters for a while. Take time to properly get our thoughts out without fueling each other’s tempers. Give us time to process and think out our responses.”

She huffed a brief laugh through her nose. “What, communicate like actual functioning, mentally healthy human beings?” They both half-smiled and looked back towards the ground, thankful for the slight emotional reprieve. She continued, “We clearly seem to bring out the worst in each other, don’t we?”

“That we do,” he replied before looking back up. “But there was a time that we’d also brought out the best in each other, once. I refuse to believe we can’t find our way back there again. Someday.” Much to his displeasure, his voice cracked a bit during the last part.

Tav’s breath caught as a few beats of silence went by, her lip quivering. She wanted to run at him and hug his neck and cry until the sun came up. She felt hope for the first time since that dreadful night with Mizora that they could act like reasonable people with each other again, if nothing else. ‘Someday.’ But she figured she’d better quit while they were at least on neutral ground.

“Alright,” she said quietly. She finally looked back up, trying to appear more confident. “I don’t know where to begin, but since I started all this, I’ll go first. Expect a letter in the next week.”

He pressed his lips in a line and nodded his head curtly, if nothing else but to keep himself from rushing forward and crashing their lips together again. He could tell that this was equally difficult for her and wanted nothing more in that moment than to comfort and be comforted by her. But that would have to wait. He didn’t want to push her away.

“Alright. I’ll make sure to respond within the week after.”

“Alright,” she replied.

“Okay,” he said.

After a couple of seconds of silent gazing. She turned on her heel and walked towards her portal home. Before she stepped through, she paused, looked over her shoulder, and said, “Goodnight, Gale.”

Bowing his head slightly, he answered, “Goodnight, Tav.”

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It was pouring rain in Baldur’s Gate when Tav returned.

‘How fucking appropriate.’

As she walked up the steps to her front door, her hands trembling as she brought the key to the lock. She knew what waited inside, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to face it yet. Hesitating with her hand on the knob, she closed her eyes, swallowed thickly, and took a deep, shaky breath.

‘Come on, Tav. You’ve walked into rooms filled with goblins, tadpoled drow, mindflayers, and torture devices before. Get a grip.’

As she swung the door open, she was hit with a wall of smells: stale alcohol, dust, even rotten food. Lip quivering and feet unsteady, she leaned on her door frame looking inside. Books littered the floor in a pile on one end of the room, having been shoved off the shelves in anger a month ago. How dare they smell like his tent. His tent that had contained the tomes of every adventure’s loot pile, begging to be scoured for information that would nudge them closer to a victory. The tent where she’d lain every night for months, her head on his chest, breathing in the smell of him and the pages and letting the sound of his heartbeat lull her to sleep.  

Down the wall from the traitorous book pile was a waste bin filled with dirt and burned scraps of fabric. The charred remains of her camp clothing. That cloth had the audacity of smelling like him too, even after they had started sleeping as far away from each other as possible in the remaining weeks after “The Fight.” She couldn’t explain why, but she’d held on to them in the bottom of her wardrobe when she unpacked. Something inside of her wouldn’t let her get rid of them.

That is, until after she’d returned from Waterdeep with her heart re-broken. The first thing she did when she got home was rip those clothes from the drawer, toss them in the bin, pour oil on them, and light a match. It wasn’t her brightest moment, though the flames that started to lick up the wall sure were. After taking an entire sack of dirt from her garden and quickly dumping it over the fire, she didn’t have the energy or motivation to clean it up.  

Wine bottles littered the tables and the floor throughout the rest of the room, some broken and remnants spilled. Down the hall in the kitchen, some plates were left on the counter with remains of meals barely eaten, days old at this point.

Never would she have admitted to anyone at the party that her home, her life, had been reduced to a disheveled mess of depression and filth. It took everything she had within her to get dolled up for tonight’s gathering, to the end that she was over an hour late. It’s why the first words out of her mouth were a dig at Gale: she was overcompensating.

She made her way over to her living room sofa, collapsing into a pile of tears and rain-soaked hair,Gale’s seed still coating the inside of her thighs. Every emotion washed over her as heavy as the rain outside her windows: guilt, anger, hope, relief, uncertainty, disappointment in herself for being so weak… Kicking off her shoes where she lay, Tav buried her face in the pillow, and cried.

One night. She would give herself one more night to wallow in her self-pity and heartache. First thing in the morning, she’d clean up the house. She would take a shower. She would feed herself.

And she’d write that damned letter. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Meanwhile, Gale popped back into his library in Waterdeep, walking past the dusty shelves, the stacks of papers to grade, the pile of crumpled up letters in the trash – the letters he’d started writing dozens of times over to her. Some were pleading for forgiveness at how harshly he’d reacted to her betrayal, not even giving her a chance to speak. Some were filled with more digs and rage, wanting to make it perfectly clear that he would not be speaking with her from this day forward, including at the party. Others were just random lines of free thought, like how much he missed her and how she inhabited his dreams. He walked past those discarded thoughts and headed straight for the balcony, opening the double doors to the salty sea air and falling back on his favorite bench.

Blowing a huff of air out from his bottom lip to push away some of the stray hairs away from his eyes, he thought, ‘Well, now you’ve done it, genius. You let your guard down, lost all self-control, and allowed her to walk her pretty little high heels right over your heart again, didn’t you?’

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing his temples like that would erase the memories from the previous hour.

‘Can’t rightly blame her completely though, I suppose. Not like I can say I just so happened to trip and landed with my dick in between her thighs, can I?’

Leaning back again, he let his head fall against the outer wall, arms crossed, looking up at the stars.

A few moments of silence went by before he heard, “You’re brooding again, Mr. Dekarios.” Tara had landed on the other end of the terrace without him even noticing, which already told her he was miles away.

“I do not brood, Tara. I’m reflecting,” he replied, still looking up, a slight pout in his voice.

“Brooding, reflecting, contemplating… Call it what you’d like, but I get the impression the night took an even worse turn after my departure.” Tara hopped up on the table across from him, settling in to pick at her claws with her teeth, dinner having recently been acquired on a neighboring rooftop.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say it was for the worse. It’s yet to be seen if it will be for the better, however,” he replied, sitting up straighter and picking at his own fingernails. He didn’t want to look her in the eye. He already knew what was coming.

“…Well? I’m listening…” Tara drawled, still busying herself with her claws.

There was another several beats of silence before he mumbled, “We had sex again.”

Still attentive to her claws, she said, “I’m sorry, dear, I couldn’t quite hear you. Enunciate your words, for goodness’ sake.”

He gave an exasperated sigh before practically shouting, “I made love to her across the top of the picnic table, Tara, is that what you wanted to hear? That I don’t have an ounce left of self-control and I let her completely bewitch my body and soul again? Are you happy to hear that?”

Tara had abruptly stopped cleaning her claws and stared at him unblinking. “MIS-ter Dekarios, I am SHOCKED. Can you REALLY still be so reckless. Why if your mother only knew—”

“Morena will NOT hear a SINGLE. WORD. about this, Tara, do I make myself clear?” Gale was actually shouting this time.

“How dare you raise your voice to me, why I should—” she started to lecture back at him before being interrupted again.

“Not. One. Word, Tara.” he said, voice quieter but still firm. “I am very well aware of just how much of a fool I made of myself this evening, but I managed to keep my prior relationship with Tav from Morena in the first place, including its tumultuous downfall, and I’ll not have you spilling this particular batch of tea to her, if you don’t mind.”

“Hmph,” she huffed as she put her paw down and looked away.

Gale got up and walked over to a chair at the table, sitting directly in front of her averted gaze. “Listen, Tara, I apologize for shouting, but I need you to understand something. The woman I loved, the woman who saved me from myself, from Mystra, the woman who still carries the broken pieces of my heart… She’s still in there, Tara. I saw it in her eyes. I heard it in her voice by the time we parted ways this evening.”

Tara looked back at him narrow-eyed and said, “I’m still listening.”

He took a deep breath and continued, “You know as well as I do that I haven’t been able to forget her. I’ve tried my damndest. Thrown myself into my job, tried going out to the pub for social time, graded papers and researched cures for vampirism until my eyes practically bled… But she won’t leave my heart. If there is one iota of a chance to stay in each others’ lives, to work at repairing the damage that’s been done, I can’t walk away from it again.”

Tara sat up straight and looked down her nose at the pleading wizard. “Well I certainly hope she’s not coming here any time soon. One night of indiscretion at the hands of a devil is one thing, but after all the horrible things she said to you, I don’t know if I can be so forgiving.”

Gale sat up to meet her disapproving gaze. “I’ll remind you, Tara, that I said quite the list of unpleasant things to her as well. I am not blameless in this scenario. And she won’t be coming here any time soon, for what it’s worth. We’ve agreed to write back and forth for a while, so that we may converse in a much more amiable manner.”

“Hm,” she almost snorted. “Well, I supposed that poses less of a risk of splintered tables and shredded curtains at the very least.”

“Tara…” he started scolding.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your robes in a twist. I’ll behave as long as she does. But I promise you, Mr. Dekarios, if I need to spend another several months reminding you to clean the tower, feed yourself, and pull yourself out of bed to go to the Academy, I will go straight to your mother for assistance this time.”

He didn’t want to argue. Tara had a right to be concerned, and he was honestly surprised that she’d conceded this easily to the idea of possible reconciliation with Tav in the first place.

“You won’t have to, I promise. Tomorrow, this tower will be in tip-top shape and nary a fleck of dust will grace these shelves again under my diligent cleaning rituals,” he replied, standing now, but bowing theatrically in her direction.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she retorted as she spread her wings and flew off.

His gaze followed her across the rooftops by the shore as he thought to himself, ‘These women really are going to be the death of me yet.’

[feroluce]

No wait!! What was Gepard's second letter?!?!

One was business but the contents of the second weren't mentioned, is this a secret jus for them? T-T

Absolutely adore your writing btw. My heart broke with the first part and I am on cloud 9 with how the second part ended!!! <3

((The context: Lucid Dreamer ficlet part 1 and part 2))

His second letter was personal, give the man some privacy, Anon!!

If you want an actual answer though haha, I've decided it's best left to the imagination. Like I think it would be actively detrimental to the story if I wrote it out word for word. Sometimes part of writing is knowing what to flesh out and what to not.

I don't think it would be a confession, though.

I think Sampo has a hilariously hard time laying himself bare, even though he LOVES getting attention from Gepard. For being a personal letter, it probably doesn't get TOO personal, and the only reason Sampo would leave such a thing behind for him at all is on the off chance he'll never see him again. I think it would take a pretty extreme circumstance, like death, to make Sampo be honest. But then, what does honesty matter at that point? Is it worth it, will it only make it worse? Does it change anything? Sampo will still be dead and gone. Gepard will still be left behind. Does Sampo want Gepard to know anything? I'm not sure he would.

(That said, it does make for a good scene, doesn't it? Gepard pokes through the safehouse, and he finds the beat up metal box, full of letters. He sees one with his name. And he slowly sinks onto the bed, carefully pulls it open.

The letter is still never shown. But it's not the words that are important.

It's the way that Gepard holds it tight between his fingers, realizes that he's creasing the paper, then urgently smooths it out again. It's the way that every successive sentence makes his breath stutter. It's the way he gets to the end of the page and is suddenly so, so exhausted that he sits curled over the letter, heart too heavy to hold until it's unbearable weight bowed his back.

And finally, Gepard drags himself up. Sighs all the air out of his lungs. He grabs the box, and he makes his solitary march back to Belobog.)

((When he returns, he reports straight to Bronya, and shows her what he found. Bronya notices that there's only one letter in there with Gepard's name, one with nothing but detailed instructions, and she elects not to say anything. She doesn't want to rub salt in the wound, especially not one so fresh.

She completely misses that Gepard has kept the second letter separate, tucked away in his armored coat, in the inside pocket against his chest.))

[sketchy-tour]

I LOVE YOUR ARTSTYLE SO MUCH ITS SO YUMMY /pos

CAN U SHOW HOW YOU DRAW THE BODIES? I RLLY WANNA DRAW SIMILAR LIKE YOU, I ADORE YOUR ARTSTYLE 😭😭😭❤️❤️

CRYING AND SCREAMING AND CRYING AND- Okay okay okay so. So I am kinda SUPER bad at explaining my process. I'm not great at doing step by steps because I kinda don't really HAVE a certain order I draw things. More so a skeleton I tend to use and work around each time. SO I hope this little mock up of my usual sketching skeleton helps in any kind of way!

I adjust anatomy and sizing a lot when I draw cause, ngl, I have a bad habit of making heads too small or legs too long/short and hands too big. So I won't pretend I'm great at anatomy. But there's certain shapes in the body I use a lot when drawing. I hope this kind of uh shows those shapes??? God I hope this makes ANY sort of sense. Feel free to study this or any of my silly doodles to try and get the hang of it!

[thatonegeekygirl]

i actually love the saying "you learn something new everyday". you're right we do! something wonderful or weird or funny or remarkable, and we take just a moment to think about how happy we are to be alive, here, learning from the moment we take our first breath to our last. isn't it poetic that we can never learn everything and yet we try? isn't it beautiful? we learn something new everyday, and we never stop growing...yeah

[petitsdieu]

my new carrd is not finished and some of the imagery is temporary. but i'm done for awhile and it's published anyways.

[flugame-mp3]

they should NOT let you listen to hozier on your period when u have a significant other. i listened to uiscefhuaraithe and thought about them and nearly cried (i last saw them genuinely about 20 minutes ago and i spent all day hanging out with them and staring at them lovingly)

[witheredgardenparty]

The diametrically opposed teaching styles of my two insane professors are one is simultaneously too involved while refusing to explain the extremely bizarre material and the other can ramble about his hyperfixation (cancer) for hours but will always grade generously as compensation for being nice and listening. He's just happy you're here.

[deleteddewewted]

TMI Ramble - Relationships Stuff at 1am W/ DD

This is cringe af

Nothing peeves me more than the fact that I’m so human. Like, I wish I wouldn’t fall and in love or develop feelings for people romantically cause it’s such a waste of time to me. What’s the point? I’m mentally ill, I suffer from paranoid delusions, I’m constantly anxious and doing things just to ignore my problems, I don’t feel the best about myself and how I look, and I generally just feel like shit. No matter how much I try and rationalize it all to myself, I can’t seem to change the fact that I fall in love.

And I’m in love with someone I don’t even know reciprocates these feelings. Or maybe they do? Idk, I hate it. I don’t want to wake up and think about them or the way being around them makes me feel. I don’t want to sit here and fantasize about them being my partner and I don’t want to dream about them anymore. They don’t love me, and I shouldn’t love them. They don’t care about my trivial issues or my interests, and I shouldn’t care that they don’t care cause that’s just weird.

It’s hard already accepting that I have feelings for them and it’s harder to accept that these feelings aren’t reciprocated. The first time this happen was years ago with someone else who I confessed to and they rejected me. That hurt and I moved on but it’s happening again with someone new and I know, maybe, that they don’t feel the same. I’m not pretty and I’m not the type of person you’d swoon over. There’s nothing special about me other than I’m very career focused and determined. I don’t have the qualities of a good partner cause I’m always just trying to fit in cause I don’t know how to act normal or be normal and not make a dick out of myself by saying the weirdest most unhinged things in the world. I forget myself and don’t think about what I say.

I’m safe btw, so don’t worry about it. I’m just kinda upset that I’m so undeniably in love and that person I’m in love with won’t and doesn’t love me back. I’m just being angsty af right now.