Oh joy, people are leaving chick tracts at my gas station again 🙄
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Thinking about Ratau in my au and maybe I wanna go with the "reluctantly became a father after forneus brought sisyphus around and then getting attached after having to take care of them (bc he's the only one of the two that has a fireplace)" vibe for him :p
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okay but like, the ✨drama✨ of Shi Wudu facing He Xuan after hundreds of years
and the idiot who just correctly identified him as Black Water going , “You’re still alive?!?!” Followed by, “I’m dead!” — like I can picture it perfectly and I cannot wait for it to reach the donghua
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sometimes, i'll knit something super ugly, and i mean like really ugly just to get rid of scrap yarn, yknow? and i kind of worry no one will find any use for it but then it's like, no, statistically, someone will make use of it. there's so many people with so many different tastes in style that it feels virtually impossible for this thing that im making not to fall into the right hands. my theatre prof gave me a bag full of yarn that she wasn't using anymore and in the bag there was the start of, what i found to be, the worst scarf i've ever seen, and i unraveled it and organized all the yarn and i thought it would be funny to knit all her yarn into one big giant long scarf. wouldn't you know, the scarf is ugly, and i started to get worried again that no one would like it, but then i remember that the yarn was going to be made into something not conventionally fashionable anyways, except it wasn't unconventional because my professor was using that yarn anyways before giving it to me. she liked it. my point is, you should be allowed to make stuff for the sake of making stuff and getting pride out of the thing that you made because you know that it has to be cool for someone else, and you made it. you can take pride in knowing you made this really cool thing for someone you might not even know.
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I won't lie, all of this OC talk is making me quite glad of that decision to make OCs for myself only, going as far as making it a rule not to share them or my writings with anyone for years.
It was a blessing in disguise, because I went from finding OCs a stressful performance that had to be perfect and not cringe, to them becoming my little happy island where I could creatively thrive and have my own fun on my own time.
Self-doubt never stood a chance to ruin it for me because I was the only one around to enjoy them and it was all tailored to just my own tastes with no outside influence but what I liked *dabs*
Even now that I am starting to share them, it's not as scary as before, because it just means my tastes are different than other people's, and that's okay. If anything, me being so unapologetically okay with it makes it even better when others actually appreciate my stuff, because that means they like what I made while being 100% myself!
That said, I'm very aware that it still had its own downsides (wasn't easy at first, I had no one to go feral about them with, all was very lonely indeed) and we human beings instinctually crave validation from others, but I strongly encourage y'all to channel a bit of that energy into your own OCs.
The moment you realize you can do truly whatever you like with your brainchildren is the moment you'll taste true freedom and reach a new level of enjoyment for them.
Seriously, who cares if it's a little boring guy that's cringe? It's your guy, you made him yourself for yourself! That is nice and amazing by itself!
Actually, go ahead, make the most boring and cringe average OC ever that gives you the good vibes, then go eat the most embarrassing/boring comfort food you like as a reward!
I guarantee that if I read about that guy, I'll probably wish I had made that boring cringe guy and I'll want to know more!
And what if someone doesn't like them like you do? Well…
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Found out my parents have kept all my Christmas/Easter/mother's and father's day cards and drawings from when I was a child and they're stored in the backpack in which I used to pack my toys when we were going on holiday...
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