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@glassrain
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Hotheaded Prince Zuko in Book 3 with his dramatic outbursts and that one time he was emo.Â
Okay, whatâs really going on? Are you nervous about the full moon?
đ THIS IS BEAUTIFULÂ đ
They are the Ying and Yang.
Giving a character a name is such a difficult thing to do because this one weird word is supposed to just fit their character and you can't describe why some work and some don't, just some characters are a Doris and some are a Fabio and sometimes you get it right from the off, sometimes it just always feels wrong. It's such a weird problem like it's just a sound that HAS to fit the rest of them and sometimes you just know they're a Winston and other times you're constantly questioning their Philomena-ness.
Episode 15: Bato of the Water Tribe
BUT THE ACTING HERE. BECAUSE HEâS DIGORY. AND HE BUILT THAT WARDROBE. WITH THE WOOD FROM THE TREE HE PLANTED. AND SO HE KNOWS ITâS NARNIA. HEâS WAITED HIS WHOLE LIFE, AND HEâS PROBABLY GIVEN UP AND SHOVED THAT HOPE AWAY IN THE BACK OF HIS MIND AND SUDDENLY THESE FOUR CHILDREN SHOW UP AND THEYÂ FIND IT.Â
i am going to REPENT and the devil will not stop me
Lost Woods
Too Young To Hate
 For @woppy42
 The wind whipped snow, dirt, and bones into the air. The howling screech as life returned to the once-living monasteries forced Katara and Sokka to cover their ears as Aang floated before them, more a being of pure spiritual energy than the 12 year old boy they rescued in the ice.
 âAang!â Katara called over the whipping wind and howling gusts, âDonât do this!â
 Sokka grabbed Katara by the fur-lining in her coat and pulled her back down behind the stone pillar they were hiding behind. âItâs useless Katara! He canât hear us! Heâs going to blow us off the mountain!â
 âHeâll hear me!â Lightning McQueen said as he drifted to a stop by the pillar. His headlights crackled with red and yellow bolts of electricity as he looked up at Aang. âWe are more alike than he thinks.â
 âWhatever youâre going to do, do it soon!â Sokka yelled over the wind. âThis mountain isnât going to last much longer!â
 McQueen grunted and rolled forward into the gale, eyes braced against the furious elemental power that Aang was summoning.
 âAang!â McQueen called out, his wheels shifting in the uneasy snowbanks, âAang, we need to talk!â
 Aang remained motionless in his sphere of air, hovering above the ground as the gusty breeze gusted gustily about him.
 McQueen revved his engine and pulled closer to the moody 12 year old. âYouâre too young to hate the world!â
 The winds buffered for a second and McQueen could see that he was descending slowly. âYouâre too young, Aang. Things happen, yes. We lose races in our lives and we lose racing partners. Iâve lost people just like you Aang. People that I still expect to see when I pull a sick drift around a corner. But theyâre gone. And we have to move on. We have to finish the race. If not for us, for them. To remember them!â
 Aang lowered to the ground and collapsed, the glow fading from his tattoos, and the winds dying off as suddenly as they started. Sokka and Katara ran from behind the pillar up to McQueen then over to Aang.
 âWhat did you tell him?â Sokka asked McQueen, as Katara cradled the bald kid in her arms.
 âSame thing I tell everybody.â McQueen said with a grin. âKachow.â
@glassrain
.... Um. Well. I guess, if I had to read this, you all have to as well.
That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying As you wish, what he meant was, I love you. And even more amazed was the day she realised she truly loved him back.
The Princess Bride 1987 |Â dir. Rob Reiner
Amen!!!Â
One of the many stupid feelings humans are capable of having is the private, repulsive rage of seeing someone getting support and sympathy for a problem no one helped you with when you were having it, either because you didnât have anyone or because it never occurred to you that you could ask for help. Suddenly the world seems to split into two â the realm that contains people like them, the connected and loved â and the realm that contains you, the miserable and the alone, who must suffer in solitude. This is sufficiently horrible that you grasp for reasons or world-understandings to make this reality acceptable, and a mentally available one is that it is superior to be in the miserable solitude realm, that the problem is one that should be solved with self sufficiency and dignity. That this other person is pathetic for being aided and loved when you were not. Scorn is more palatable than confronting the notion that you could have received aid (if you had made different choices or been luckier), that you desperately wish you could have been aided but were not. Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you. So your mind chooses scorn.
It is also a bad place to be. Human existence is full of such traps.
I personally find it really, really useful to stop, go âI am totally feeling this rage and resentment that I never got help and support about this thing. Iâm feeling that because it was terrible to experience not having got the help and support, it harmed me, and I suffered, and thatâs Absolute Shit.âÂ
Then I remind myself that actually: I do not wish suffering on other people. And it can be both good that this person is getting that support, and also Shite that I, or people like me, DONâT. And it is the latter part that needs to be changed in the universe, or should have been changed (but is unchangeable now because I cannot go back in time).Â
But like: actually go all the way through this thought, sometimes out loud to other people. To tag up a friend and go, âI AM HAVING UNFAIR RESENTMENT ISSUES BECAUSE OF BLAH.âÂ
And my friends will go, âyes it was totally bullshit that you didnât get help and support and love.â And other validating things.Â
And then I will go make myself tea or something.Â
Going âyes, these feelings exist and Iâm TOTALLY HAVING THEM, and now I need a cup of tea and to find something else to think aboutâ tends to help. Itâs when I try to Stop Having The Feelings - often without even acknowledging theyâre happening - that I end up acting like an absolute garbage can, in ways I regret later.Â
For anyone who might find that thought process useful.Â
The light broke through.