*stumbles out of ticketmaster covered in blood* mcr stole all my money

they're both doing their best and love their weird lil sons so SO much

the scream I screamt

"i sure hope no elven deity breaks free from their prison in the fade and starts wreaking havoc on thedas"

the nefarious ghilan'nain:

shoutout to whoever wrote this headline for being maybe the funniest person alive

don't give up

Wip of an oil painting I’m working on, Hope, or, The Part Nobody Talks About (ignore the weird textures, I’ve got tape and stuff on it for masking and a few other weird things going on).

Everybody loves the image of the phoenix rising from the ashes, its health restored , strength renewed, its brilliant plumage shining.

Nobody talks about this part. About what it goes through to get to that renewed state.

Nobody wants to think about the reality of being a creature that faces total annihilation, over and over again. To go through something that utterly destroys you, strips away everything you are, and yet still finding the will to remake yourself anew.

Hope is a cycle of destruction and creation and transformation. Life throws you unexpected things that will permanently destroy or irreparably change your understanding of the world, sometimes it upends your very concept of who you are. And you know you will never go back to how you were before.

Hope is when you pick up the fragments of your former self and use them to forge a new one. Often it’s messy, ugly and painful. You may mourn your old self. Perhaps others will too. It would be so easy to just lie down and let yourself rot away, wouldn’t it?

And yet, somehow, you keep at it. You unmake and remake yourself as many times as you have to because something in you is still worth being, or something in the world is worth living and fighting for.

Nobody wants to talk about this part. The burning, the mourning, the loss of the self, the sheer agony of it all.

But maybe we should.

And to those of us who just...doesn't want to feel that pain. The burning, the the grief, the sting, the taste of blood in their mouths: That's okay.

It's hard getting up when you feel beaten. So lean on those who CAN get up and who can help you hobble forward. Hope is hard. Kindness is hard. That's okay.

You don't need to be strong right this minute. Just ask for help. There WILL be someone who can help you get up, or find find a good place to rest. Then, when you're ready - or maybe not quite ready but don't have a choice - we'll get up together.

Don't take messages like this to mean you're being attacked for being "weak". Be patient and kind to yourself, then others.

We WILL be okay.

YOU will be okay.

We've got this.

Yeah, that’s part of the intended message. Periods of weakness and exhaustion and burnout are not the end of all hope. They are part of the cycle.

I think that to continue to have hope in a changing world, the nature of how we hope has to change. We ourselves change with it. That’s not an instantaneous process. Sometimes our old hopes have to come apart before we can build them into something new. And it sucks. It really does, like watching a part of yourself fall away.

It’s okay if you don’t put yourself back together right away. Rest is necessary, and sometimes working out exactly how to assemble broken hopes into something functional again is a complex process. It won’t look the same as before. It is a new thing for a new reality. Creating such a thing takes time.

Plan B has a shelf life of 4 years

Plan B has a shelf life of 4 years

Plan B has a shelf life of 4 years

(Also, you can get 4 months of over the counter birth control (progestin-only pill form) at Costco for $50. Or 3 months on Amazon for about $45.)

I couldn't have said it better myself.

As a 30 year old man who escaped the Alt-right pipeline, you're not going to be happy about the answer.

All I hear from leftists is how much they hate me for my immutable traits, how much they blame me for everything wrong with the world, how much they want me and everyone who looks like me dead.

Whereas Alt-right types would call me "brother" and welcome me into their ranks so long as I hated the right ways.

Do you understand the difference?

I'm an ally and support equality because I feel it's the morally correct choice to make, but holy fuck is it difficult to reconcile that with the fact that means fighting for a lot of people who see you as the scum of the earth.

Read this and then read it again and then read some fucking bell hooks because this is a legitimate problem on the left.

"To create loving men, we must love males. Loving maleness is different from praising and rewarding males for living up to sexist-defined notions of male identity. Caring about men because of what they do for us is not the same as loving males for simply being." - bell hooks, The Will to Change https://bellhooksbooks.com/product/the-will-to-change/

Not me ignoring sleep schedule to finish this.

Manfred going into Emmrich’s room in the early hours of the morning to give him his daily breakfast tea just to see his boss getting slammed down big style by Rook

SIR ARE YOU FREE ON TUESDAY

AND he has a skelly friend???

Me rn:

Do not let anyone drive you away from fucking that old man in the coming months my brethren

playing veilguard as a certified solas hater

The silver fox DILF energy of Varric in Veilguard is insane and I love it.

"i sure hope no elven deity breaks free from their prison in the fade and starts wreaking havoc on thedas"

the nefarious ghilan'nain:

Why don't they make stained glass fish tanks? Give those fish Catholic guilt

fascinated by the implication that it's the stained glass that gives catholics the guilt

I FOUND THE. FISH CAN’T SIN POST.