#through ups and downs

[sweetpsychobelle]

Love is not about never struggling; it’s about choosing to fight for each other.

Every relationship will face storms. There will be moments of doubt, of frustration, of wondering if it’s all worth it. But real love isn’t about avoiding these challenges—it’s about facing them together. It’s about standing side by side, even when the world feels heavy, even when the easiest option is to walk away.

Fighting for love doesn’t mean it’s broken—it means it matters.

It’s easy to believe that conflict means something is wrong, that if love were real, it wouldn’t be this hard. But love isn’t about never arguing; it’s about how you handle the arguments. It’s about choosing to listen instead of shutting down, choosing to understand instead of proving a point. A relationship isn’t measured by the absence of problems, but by the willingness to work through them.

Real love isn’t found—it’s built.

It’s built in the moments when you don’t see eye to eye but refuse to let that divide you. It’s built in the patience it takes to understand your partner’s fears, their wounds, their way of navigating the world. Love is not just about the easy days; it’s about the nights you stay up talking, the days you choose to show grace, the times you remind each other why you started this journey in the first place.

Walking away is easy but staying is powerful.

In a world where everything is replaceable, commitment is rare. But love isn’t disposable. It’s something you protect, something you invest in, something you fight for even when it’s hard. The strongest relationships aren’t the ones that never struggle; they’re the ones that refuse to give up.

Love is worth the fight.

Not because it’s perfect, but because what you’re building together is worth more than a moment of frustration. Because the history, the laughter, the late-night talks, the dreams you’ve shared—those things matter. And when two people are willing to hold on, even when it’s tough, they create something unbreakable.

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[foreignemotion]

blah blah blah colour theory but jayce went from piltover’s pure and golden boy dressed in white to being in mourning black for all that he’s lost (“my partner died in that room”)…

[raffi-cat]

red crowned crane grian

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[the-one-who-lambs]

First drafts aren't the final product and they're allowed to be messy. Except mine. Mine has to be perfect immediately

[extravagav]

Too🤨 many?? Too🤨🤨🤨 many dudes????? How many dudes are there normally sanji?🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

[elodieunderglass]

And one amang, an Iyrysch man,

Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…

WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?

It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.

Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.

Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.

I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.

Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?

At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.

And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?

Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.

At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[sweetpsychobelle]

You Deserve a Love That Sees You—All of You

Love isn’t about fitting into someone else’s mold; it’s about being seen, truly seen, and still being chosen. It’s about finding the person who doesn’t ask you to shrink, to soften your edges, or to hide the parts of you that feel too messy, too complicated, too different. The right love won’t make you feel like you have to earn it—it will meet you exactly where you are.

You don’t have to beg for a place in someone’s life.

The love you deserve isn’t one that makes you feel like you’re asking for too much or that you have to prove your worth. The right person won’t love you despite your flaws but because of them. They’ll see the way you overthink, the way you get passionate about the little things, the way you carry your past like a quiet echo in your heart—and they’ll love you not in spite of those things, but because they make you you.

Real love doesn’t demand perfection.

It’s easy to believe that if you were just a little less complicated, a little easier to love, then maybe someone would stay. But love isn’t about being effortless; it’s about being real. It’s about someone looking at the chaos inside you and choosing to stay anyway. It’s about knowing you’re not perfect, and never expecting you to be.

You are not too much. You are not too little. You are enough.

And the person who is meant to love you will never make you question that. They won’t make you feel like you have to perform or pretend. They won’t love you only when it’s convenient or when you fit into their expectations. They will love you for exactly who you are—not just on your best days, but on the hard ones too, Because that’s the kind of love that lasts.

[pricetagged]

This is so niche, so so niche, but has anyone ever heard of the 'pedal pump/car stuck girls' kink where men pay for videos of women who have car trouble?

Anyway, that's Price. I will not be taking questions.

I will, however, elaborate. The first time he sees one, it has him clenching his knuckles and sucking in through his teeth. Pretty girl flooding her engine and gazing dolefully at her dash camera, eyebrows pinched and confused. Soon, he falls down the rabbit hole.

Eventually, he settles on one creator. A smaller one, unassuming. Her footage isn't well-produced and edited. She's not made-up and plucked and preened. She looks like any of the women he drives past on the street. She's perfect—

He subscribes. Clicks on the VIP package which offers the opportunity to chat and send requests.

[27.12.24]

>>JP141CE: That blue dress is beautiful on you. Wear it in the next video.

[13.01.25]

>>JP141CE: You need to adjust your seat angle. Gonna give yourself an injury if you make a hard stop.

[24.01.25]

>>JP141CE: Take the camera out of the car, sweetheart. Let us see you pop the hood and try to fix it.

Your camera work is shaky with you clamouring out and edging around the door. But if he pauses at just the right frame—

There. Your license plate.

Got you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Old, Something New.

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[muffinlance]

I appreciate the lovely science museum volunteer who saw my four-year-old and started carefully explaining basic magnetic properties

I appreciate EVEN MORE that when firstborn went "oh, like a maglev train" and "that's an electromagnet!", said lovely volunteer totally code-switched, and we quickly ended up at

"Want to see a gaussian rifle?"

Oh boy did firstborn EVER

[wtfforged]

boy why you so shapes

[archiepelago]

You’re on a path—

Hey wait that’s not a princess.

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????