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I never considered asgore could be Japanese. Maybe I'm a bad person
Oh thanks but what the fuck does any of that mean
I’ve seen quite a few of these in my time, but this one takes the cake.
This is fucking killing me
Golp: a roundel purpure.
Repeat this to yourself until it begins to have meaning
Okay then since some of you need to be reminded of this:
Roundels are circles in heraldry. They are named according to their color, which also has its own lingo. Let’s meet them!
Bezant: roundel or (gold) 🟡
Plate: roundel argent (silver) ⚪️
Torteau: roundel gules (red) 🔴
Pomme: roundel vert (green) 🟢
Hurt: roundel azure (blue) 🔵
Golp: roundel purpure (purple) 🟣
Pellet: roundel sable (black) ⚫️
If your field is strewn with roundels, you can describe it appropriately as being bezanty, hurty, golpy, and so on.
I kinda like the idea of jax becoming a cautionary tale of what happens when you let dysphoria and self hatred eat you alive. I've met so many of him IRL in my own circles. I think people need to hear it. I need more characters who eat themselves alive and actually have to suffer the consequences of not choosing to be better. It's pretty refreshing to see a different and nuanced take on dysphoria and how it doesn't always manifest the way you would expect.
Hi I wanna make a poll.
What do you see when you close your eyes?
- complete darkness
- darkness but if it's bright outside orange/red
- figures and patterns that move
- unmoving patterns
Thanks. Have a good one.
What do you see when you close your eyes?
Yes
No
i cant stop thinking about this post so bad. cat named daniel
Beyond the Visible - Hilma af Klint (Jenseits des Sichtbaren - Hilma af Klint, Halina Dyrschka, 2019)
eepy mourning dove cupping its wings under its belly for cushion ©Ella
im just not attracted to anyone or anything ever. until i am.
apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.
big life tips dont be neurodivergent dont be poor dont get in any sort of situation and dont let yourself need or crave
not getting good reports back on your progress with this guys
Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum
This hands down the best comment in the notes, I will not be taking criticism.
i just need to have more rules for myself. more rules and limits. surely that will help me
and punishments. more punishments. surely that will help
op turned off reblogs but also i respect that they turned them off for a reason but i still want the post here so i removed their name
hbd
there are too many things happening this summer that i'm thinking we are going to need an extra 6-12 months of june and possibly another 3-4 months of july. probably no extra august as the problem should hopefully sort itself out by then. we are also looking into extending the day night cycle to 55 hours and extending the human lifespan to 10000 years.
I'm kind of obsessed with character arcs. The idea that the purpose of a person is to change. The way to make a character feel "real" is to have them respond to their experiences, and become someone else.
I'm obsessed with figuring out where my arc is. Did I already complete it? Was it transitioning? Was it building a career? Is it dealing with my anger? That arc isn't going anywhere fast. Maybe my arc started recently when I picked up guitar, or maybe it started even more recently, when I got into the local trans scene. Maybe it hasn't started at all. Maybe it starts when I'm 40, or 60.
And maybe my arc isn't a positive one. Maybe my arc isn't the story of a strong, young woman overcoming adversity and learning from it. Maybe it's a woman's descent into despair, an arc where she pushes everyone away and ruins her own life. Maybe this is the last hope before it all goes south.
Humans don't work like this, of course. Stories work like this, but a human life isn't a story. I'm not a character, my existence doesn't serve a narrative purpose, there is no writer trying to make a salient point using my life. I just exist. I just am. But that means I'm never done. Characters get to have their arc and finish it and then that's who they are. I'm jealous of that. I have to keep changing.
My long term memory is fucking shot. Too much trauma when I was little made me a bit too good at not remembering things. Childhood's mostly blank, anything older than a few months already gets fuzzy. The only things that stick are things that made a huge impact. Everything else leaks out of me. My friends know not to expect me to remember anything. It's not something I can help.
Problem is, I can't really remember what I used to be like. I'm constantly changing, but if I can't remember where I've been, am I really changing at all? Did the tree make a sound when I can't even remember if it fell or not? A single point on a graph does not an arc made. And the points behind me keep getting erased. The only way I know I've changed is because people tell me I have. Or because they expect things from me that I can't see myself doing.
Sometimes I read old posts on this blog just to see what kind of person I used to be. I'm often confused and disturbed by what I find. Does that mean I changed for the better? Or the worse? Who's even to say?
I only ever exist right now.