#self doubt spiral

[kazanskyy]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

[huachengslastbraincell]

[lucidicer]

first edit and last edit of 2023...bashing my head into a wall. why do i just not see improvement in anything i create 🚶i need to be taken out back and shot for my failings

[mulderscully]

When Henry mentions telling Bea about them and Alex’s entire body relaxes and his fists open and he radiates happiness 🥹 reblog if you agree

10k notes just from me

[coreene]

Their first day on the road to Baldur's Gate. This is a little conversation Astarion and Lorelei has about her parents:

“What are you doing my love?” Astarion asked as he sat down next to me, giving me a kiss.

“Trying to remember and take note of everything we need to do when we’re in the city.” I said as I scratched my forehead thinking if I had forgotten to add anything else. He picked up the map as he gave me a glass of wine. “Thank you.” I said with a smile and watched him read my notes.

“Should I warn Helena? Who’s Helena?” He read the words and looked up to me.

“She’s my mother.” I said in a neutral tone.

“This whole situation with Shadowheart’s parents – it must have made you think.” Astarion said as he placed the map down.

“It did.” I looked towards the darkening sky. It had a beautiful colour now, the rich blue that came after sunset. “I haven’t talked to them in years.”

“You said you had run away – have they looked for you?”

“They did. For about eight-nine months. I read my name in the paper one day –“ I paused at the memory “officially announcing my death.”

“Did you try to contact them after that?” He asked looking pensive.

“Of course not. It was manipulation.” I laughed. “My mother knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted me to come out of hiding.” I looked up to him with a smile. “To be honest, I preferred it to be that way. It made it easier for me to be reborn as Lorelei Carminbow.”

Astarion gave me a sympathetic smile. “You chose your own name?”

I hummed as I drank a sip from the wine - It tasted really nice.

“It is tradition for elves to do that as I remember.” He said in an amused and proud tone.

“It is but my mother was not a fan of that, not for me, at least. My brother and sisters all got to do theirs. I remember hearing about their naming ceremonies.”

He paused, swirling his own glass of wine, thinking. “She most likely wanted you to fit in with the other nobles. They’re not used to elven traditions in the Upper City.”

“Maybe - could also be because I'm only a half-elf.” I said leaning back on my arms looking at the sky. “It’s nice to finally see the stars again.”

Astarion followed my gaze, understanding the change of the subject. “Really is. It has been a while since we saw it last." He spoke as he downed the rest of his wine and laid down on his back next to me.

Read the whole chapter here:

[emberwritesinsight]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46697002

Blood. Blood on her sheets, blood on her nightgown, blood probably on the mattress too, fuck! This isn’t fair! She’s too young to die! God, what has she done wrong? ---- Nanami trips over a milestone, and her resulting emotional rollercoaster derails everyone's day.

So, months and months ago, I had an idea. See, Nanami’s Egg really reminded me of menarche in some places (especially the bit where Nanami worries that she’ll be made fun of for being “late”), and I know I’m not alone on that, but I thought to myself, “if she had her literal first period it would have gone differently”. I made a post about it and messaged @palms-upturned about it back and forth a bit, and eventually (pretty recently) I had actual ideas for scenes and started writing a fic. It spun wildly out of control and this was the result. Have fun.

[wist-eri]

quick wip

no i’m totally not obsessed with this man he’s totally not living in my mind rent free

also originally i had this like handheld card-style vertical orientation for this drawing but,, i might actually like what i have right now

(feel free to look in the tags to see me rant about david btw)

[imwritesometimes]

me: this is too much exposition. you should not directly tell all the time. let dialogue and tone/body language descriptions do some of the work

also me: this isn't exposition it's literally the second paragraph of chapter one you're setting up the plot you gotta drop a little exposition

also also me:

[checkxmaster]

{out of code} Friendly reminder that yelling at Kaplan to hurry up, telling him he's doing something wrong or not well enough, pressing him to complete a task, or reminding him of the urgency of a situation... will not make him work faster, better, or get the job done more efficiently. Quite the opposite. It will actually make him slower, less proficient, more mistake-prone, more insecure, and more anxious. Just leave him alone, let him breathe, let him work. Treat him as though he's got an instruction label that reads: "For best results, leave alone and trust the process."

[reyesstrand]

as i sit here with nothing better to do, i’ve been thinking about this ask and the complex layers to the beautiful loft scene, and i feel like i could write an essay about these two men and how they’ve come to know and love each other through everything, and how they’ve become each other’s support systems, lifelines, what have you. but instead i’m just stuck on these parallels, and i’m not quite sure what to do with them.

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[cuteniaarts]

Wine stains on porcelain

(Alternatively: @katkastrofa and I have created 5 OCs in 3 days and I suffer from chronic “I wanna draw the little guysssssss” disease)

[habitual-creatures]

(( honest fucking mood right now.

I refuse to explain in true detail. but THEY fucking GET IT. ))

[perihel1on]

the unfortunate thing about how a character's defining trait and personal strength can also become their tragic flaw and biggest downfall is that it also happens in real life too

[iamthekarmapolice]

where i'm mentally at most days by 4:30 pm:

[mutalune]

hey siri how do I stop feeling gutwrenchingly anxious in the guilt way for using the treatment methods available to me to not be in constant misery

[newlacesleeves]

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