As A Writer I Need Everyone To Know That Whenever I Write "exchanged Glances" My Intent Is This

Progressives: "We should just give homes to homeless people."

Corporate Bootlickers: "You mean they get to OWN a HOUSE? That OTHER PEOPLE PAID FOR?"

Progressives: "If that makes you angry, wait until you hear about landlords."

Family 🥰

fuck it, reblog to give the person you rb'ed this from a freshly baked buttery croissant.

mutuals. c'mere. this is a checkpoint. i am checking in. i am wrapping you in a blanket and giving you a nice warm drink. also some pretty flowers. it will be ok.

I've been thinking about taking another padawan.

i'm so tired lol

Playing Pretend. 2023.

I just wanted to do a piece to break the burnout, so have a smol baby clone running in the rain.

Shout out to all the people:

-who don’t smile for pictures

-who’s family always say they’re gloomy

-who wish they were more photogenic

-who think they ruin the picture just because they’re in it

-who don’t like taking pictures of themselves

-who compare their level of photogenic material (or lack there of) to other people around them

-who once smiled big for pictures and then something changed

-who focus on one bad thing of themselves in the picture, completely ignoring the rest

I see you, and I’m here to tell you it’s okay. A picture is worth a thousand words but a thousand words aren’t worthy of you. 

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."

pink moon.