Maybe-some-words - Words

Where It All Began

It's kinda past the new year now but this is gorgeous

happy new year from the batch family <3

a lot of artists dont know how to draw bullets and to be real it bothers me a lot. here's my simple guide on bullets

So cute! The art is so pretty!

Tío Bruno and young Mirabel.🦋🥺

(ig : allieeecakes)

hypothesis: there are main three types of clone trooper. the Average Guy, the Zero Self Preservation Instincts, and the Miserable Wet Bastard Man

Looks like I'm bad at Where Is Waldo after all, Fives was in this picture all along ahahahahahahaahahahfhfaafjlfkadjf

I'm sorry I miss this man so much, I'm so delusional ahahaha

I'm too exhausted to add my taglist I'm so sorry, will tag you all again when I'm doing more serious art or when I'm not sleep deprived (which is never ahahahahahahahaha fooled ya)

Reading fantasy again, I've started thinking about how odd it is how in books like that, the non-human races invariably scoff at human frailty and vulnerability, even those that they'll call friends. Like that's mean?? Why would you be a dick to your friend who you know is not capable of as much as you are, and it's not their fault they were born like that. That's mean.

Like consider the opposite: Characters of non-human races treating their human companions like frail little old dogs. Worrying about small wounds being fatal - humans die of small injuries all the time - or being surprised that humans can actually eat salt, even if they can't stomach other spicy rocks. Being amazed that a human friend they haven't seen in 10 years still looks so young, they've hardly aged at all! And when the human tries to explain that they weren't going to just unexpectedly shrivel into a raisin in 10 years, the longer-lifespan friend dismisses this like no, he's seen it happen, you don't see a human for 10 or 20 years and they've shriveled in a blink.

Elves arguing with each other like "you can't take her out there, she will die!" and when the human gets there to ask what they're talking about, they explain to her that the journey will take them through a passage where it's going to be sunny out there. Humans burn in the sun. And she will have to clarify that no, actually, she'll be fine. They fight her about it, until she manages to convince them that it's not like vampires - humans only burn a little bit in the sun, not all the way through. She'll be fine if she just wears a hat.

Meanwhile dwarves are reluctant to allow humans in their mines and cities, not just out of being secretive, but because they know that you cannot bring humans underground, they will go insane if they go too long without seeing the sun. Nobody is entirely sure how long that is, but the general consensus is three days. One time a human tries to explain their dwarf companion that this is not true, there are humans that endure much longer darkness than that. As a matter of fact, in the furthest habited corners of the lands of the Northmen, the winter sun barely rises at all. Humans can survive three weeks of darkness, and not just once, but every single year.

"Then how do they sane?" Asks the dwarf, and just as he does, the conversation gets interrupted by the northland human, who had been eavesdropping, and turns to look at them with an unnerving glint in her colourless grey eyes, grinning while saying

"That's the neat part, we don't."

The notebooks

I have so many

Even though I do most of my note taking and actual writing on my laptop

Tell me you are a writer without telling you are a writer.

I'll go first

I have 1000s of pinterest boards that all start with a "project something" as title.

Reblog and write in the tags which celebrities you don’t hate or even dislike, but you’re annoyed with how overexposed they are. You can’t seem to escape them!