#make things happen

[random-xpressions]

Reality is nothing without a little imagination. So is imagination lifeless without a pinch of reality. Your state of blissfulness is just the right mix of both. Disturb the balance and you'll be either a delusional one or a cold blooded creature walking blankly on earth...

Random Xpressions

[u-should-c-me-in-a-crown]

[subcoolture]

Whatever portal you needed open in 2022 has only a month and a half left until closing forever. So think seriously about it now. Because 2023 is a very different energy. Think about it as if this is a unique kind of a year, because it is. Make things happen before the portal closes.

[thecaliforniacowboy831]

Sometimes my motivation and energy line up and I make things happen for myself. Slowly and taking things as simply as possible I'm making things happen.

I'm about to send my samples off for analysis and then creating my label so I can get all my permits and licenses. It's a tedious process but if you pick something small everyday to just research or work on things start to happen.

Its crazy that this was just a random thought that ended up spiraling. Manifesting is real

[thereal-thatone]

Tumblr, what's something you've always wanted to learn?

currently i have a giant running list of things i want to do, but I'm always looking to grow that list. currently on the list (it's long af so don't worry if you have to scroll past):

goblin skills:

lockpicking

reading tarot

gay history! what's up with my community?

puzzle making and solving

card games for entertaining friends

georgraphy, i just like it

learn about cryptids, they're cool af

also learn about mythology because THAT'S cool af

learn to play DND (currently i don't know enough people)

SWORDS! WEAPONS! i will study the blade

what all those plants mean, how to use plants, how to grow plants, etc.

similarly, what them rocks mean? what are their names? where do they come from and how do I acquire them?

more similarly, what all those crystals mean! the witches have a thing going and the aesthetic is dope

just learn about animals in general ya feel

music

play guitar (i know a bit but I'm not proficient)

play piano

play ukulele (rn i have a super cheap one that does me physical damage)

learn to play clarinet (played for four years and then forgot from stress)

learn flute (forgot)

learn saxophone

learn to sing better (I'm good now but i have more potential)

learn. music theory, how does it work?

fiber arts!

learn to knit

embroidery

rainbow loom (take me back to the good old days, gang)

sewing (i watched Gunnar Deathridge and I n e e d to learn those skills)

macrame (it just sounds relaxing)

weaving

felting (have the tools but I'm honestly afraid of them)

basket weaving!

crochet (i crochet all the time but how do I do more?)

other visual arts (long point for brevity)

watercolor, oils, acrylics(my current focus), oil pastels, colored pencils, alcohol markers, chalks, ink, charcoal, digital

animation, 3d animation, color theory, animation theory

scrapbooking, bookbinding, calligraphy, storytelling

sculpting, whittling, jewelry making, costume design, candlemaking

cinematography, photography, editing and editing theory

makeup, hairstyling, nail art

baking and cooking

sporty shit

those air silks? i wanna get on those hell ye

baton twirling

dance! I'm so awkward how do I move nicely

fire breathing, that'd just be sick as hell

how to walk on glass

surfing (my family might move to Hawaii soon what better time is there)

fight choreography, just sounds fun

languages (i know i probably won't get through them all but that doesn't mean i can't try)

japanese

chinese

french

korean

spanish

asl

german

italian

swedish

nerd shit

c#, java, and python

end list

anyway, my philosophy is this: don't ever stop learning, try to learn as much as you possibly can, ESPECIALLY if you have no business knowing about those things

[not-poignant]

The Ice Plague #3 - Ch: 01/27 - End of an Era (Mosk/Eran)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, major communication issues, temporary major character death, PTSD, power play, Id fic, BDSM, dubious consent, politics, fae and fairies, epic fantasy with a twist, mythology, disturbing themes, dominance/submission, flashbacks, minor character death, bondage, mind control, chronic disability, suicidal ideation, enemies to friends to lovers, hopeful ending. (See AO3 for more tags). Pairing: Mosk Manytrees/Eran Iliakambar

Summary: Eran Iliakambar and Mosk Manytrees are on the final stretch of their journey to vanquish the plague of ice and defeat the dreaded Mage Olphix once and for all. Travelling with a mixed Seelie and Unseelie group of fae – including the Unseelie King – mourning their losses and dealing with their traumas, the two are challenged repeatedly, struggling to keep their love for each other alive during a time that threatens not only their relationship, but their lives, and the lives of all fae. (Book 3 of 3)

The Ice Plague #3 - Chapter 01 - The Ice and the Dryad

In which Mosk wishes that Eran would get better and then gets mad at himself for wishing that, also he decides to drop a bomb on Gwyn to get out of talking about something difficult, and then he decides to drop a bomb on the fae realm.

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[patheticwithanem]

Living on the Edge

Because I have to throw in some Survivor reference at some point, right?

Much like Survivor’s Edge of Extinction twist, the year sucked. And 7 months in, it still continues to be this supermassive black hole, sucking you in, eating you alive (not sure the metaphor works but whatever). Week after week when you think there’s no way it could get any worse, 2020 continues to outdo itself. I think it’s fair to compare it to living on the Edge of Extinction where you’re still very much alive but there’s this creeping stench of death that will consume you from within. You’re out of the game (of life for a while) but you still have a chance to get back. You’re thrown to this place of nothingness that could either make or break you; you don’t have a lot going on, you’re basically just waiting for your chance to get back to the game and while waiting for that shot, you’ll have to dig deep for a lot of your inner strength because the anxiety will inevitably deplete you the longer you wait. While this is probably the worst metaphor I can use about my favorite TV show and life, it’s the sad and exhausting truth.

I can whine all day but to put matters in perspective, here’s a quick recap of what has been happening in the country and the world the past couple of months: a volcanic eruption in January that killed the livelihood of hundreds of families and businesses, earthquakes, wildfire in Australia, the US-China trade war turning to be more sour than ever, and to top it all of, the coronavirus pandemic. I’m sure there’s still a lot I missed out but for 7 months, that’s a lot to take in. And to be quite honest, these catastrophic events only made the cultural and political divides more apparent than ever. It doesn’t help when The Powers That Be are more keen on protecting their own interests rather than actually helping proactively solve our problems. From closing a major broadcast network, arresting and killing journalists, jailing the Opposition, a mockery of our rights for freedom of speech masked as an “anti-terrorism” bill, accumulation of national debt (to be paid by our generation and the generations to come), selective justice as the government’s alliances are exempted from the law, friends becoming richer and more powerful cronies, rampant extra-judicial killings, propaganda machines hellbent on misleading the masses, a culture of fanaticism that’s become rabid and toxic, corruption, abuse of authority, lies... I mean, I could go on and on.

Man, that got political really quickly. I’m sorry but my frustration’s at an all time high it’s become more personal to me now.

As for me, plans were put on a halt. I came in declaring that 2020′s gonna be my best year yet, and that I plan on making the most out of it and that I’m gonna MAKE THINGS HAPPEN (and for once, I actually meant it; I mean come on, I now have a planner and a journal!). But the world spit right in my face. And I still feel grossed out. I had this plan laid out for 2020: I was gonna be taking responsibility for my life, holding myself accountable for everything I did, I’ll do and refuse to do. I was ready to take bigger leaps and was gonna stop procrastinating (finishing what I started!). And as cliché as this sounds, I really wanted this year to be about me really finding myself. But the curveballs got me. I got really entangled with the same old (and some really bad habits from the deeper pasts). Instead of making quarantine my bitch, I became its bitch by getting caught up with bingeing TV and movies more than I probably should, eating more than I probably should (WHAT HAPPENED TO THE NEW AND SEXIER YOU IN 2020 BROTHER) and spending more than I probably should. I was even arguing with my family more than I probably should (totally embarrassing). I got in a huge fight with my dad about differences in political (and cultural) opinions and I decided to let my ego swallow me in entirety. We weren’t in speaking terms for about a month, in a really tiny house while we see each other 24/7 on quarantine. And then an intervention and a surprisingly refreshing meltdown (which I haven’t done in YEARS, in my defense lol). Old habits.

And the pandemic really took its toll on us financially too. Our incomes were significantly cut to the point that we have to move to a new place because we won’t be able to sustain this lifestyle. I personally have been really averse to change that the prospect of moving and having to start all over again overwhelmed me. And I hated the idea of losing our place because I really got emotionally attached to it - not just the house but the community and the memories too. I mean, the young community here made me feel a lot younger for the longest time (lol)! And the thought of losing that was a tough pill to swallow. So the past few months have been a slow burn, from setting up to sell the condo unit to having all these potential buyers viewing the house to also making all these ocular visits on potential places we’re gonna move to, all while going through all stages of grief. Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. All down.

I had this weird thing going setting a Word of the Month when the year started. January was SEEDS and was about planting them which was an epic fail hence February’s word was RETRY (still was a huge clusterfuck by the way). March was VALUE, April was INTEGRITY, May was ENDURE, June was BREATHE. While I didn’t feel like I was able to really inhabit those words, I did have some moments like reaching my work quota in March and stayed true to a torturous 30-day financial detox (which is no easy feat!).

So July’s CHANGE. So  something’s got to change. As much as I want this year to be over already, I realized there’s still a few more months worth working on. Though easier said than done, I’ve got to let go of things I can’t control. Instead of waiting for the gyms to go operational again, maybe I should start watching my diet and doing home exercises for now. Instead of half-assing work, maybe I should really commit and see what happens. I’ve been trying to adapt to survive, but maybe the change is not just about surviving anymore. Maybe I need to thrive. We’re in this for the long haul (sadly) and reality’s hitting me: whether I change or not is completely up to me. Whether I survive, or thrive, or not, is completely up to me.

So maybe take it from the Edge of Extinction Queen Natalie Anderson (and Chris Underwood, fine). Maybe it’s time to work the Edge. I’ll have my time pushing through with those plans like visiting Bagan in Myanmar and Sapa in Vietnam. But maybe for now, it’s time I work the Edge.

[the-book-ferret]

It’s the start of a new month. A simple reset. Go out and make things happen.