Me, Just Chilling On Twitter, Oh! Whats This Alien Stage Thing? .

I made this a couple of months ago but. hack your 3ds. do it right now.

Anyway that’s why you wear wool and a life jacket babeeeyyyy

i would just like to point out that the blue fairy never noticed the switch between binx and gwyn, like the blue fairy is literally gwyndolins sister, and she never noticed that this person isn't even her sister/sibling.

it's hard to be a shipper

what ship is on your mind right now?

me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings

Actors and Animators should go on strike next tbh. Especially cgi animators. Put the fear back into Hollywood

my current feelings on episode 8:

thank u squak for that rumor

time to deck the goblin court

WUUVYYYYY WHYYYYYYYYYYYY

im gonna sob plz just let ruehob be happy

I do have a piece of writing advice, actually.

See, the first time I grew parsnips, I fucked it up good. I hadn't seen parsnips sprouting before, right, and in my eagerness I was keeping a close eye on the row. And every time I saw some intruding grass coming up, I twitched it right out, and went back to anticipating the germination of my parsnips.

But it turns out parsnips take a bit longer than anything else I'd ever grown to distinguish themselves visually. It's just the two little split leaves, almost identical to a newly seeded bit of kentucky bluegrass when they first come up, and they take a good bit to establish themselves and spread out flat before the main stem with its first distinctive scallopy leaf gets going.

I didn't get any parsnips, not that year, because I'd weeded them all out as soon as they showed their faces, with my 'ugh no that's grass' twitchy horticulture finger.

The next year, having in retrospect come to suspect what had happened, I left the row alone and didn't weed anything until all the sprouts coming up had all had a bit to set in and show their colors, and I've grown lots of parsnips since. They're kind of a slow crop, not a huge return, but I like them and watching them grow and digging them up, and their papery little seeds in the second year, if you don't harvest one either on purpose or because you misjudged the frost, so it's worth it.

Anyway, whenever I see someone stuck and struggling with their writing who's gotten into that frustration loop of typing a few words, rejecting them, backspacing, and starting again, I find myself thinking, you gotta stop weeding your parsnips, man.

some days are harder than most.

some days everything you'll do won't feel good.

some days your head will fill with ideas but the ideas aren't panning out as you envisioned.

some days you'll want to scream in frustration till it all feels better.

some days everything feels numb.

but then there's other days

other days where you get lost for hours in creation.

other days when you can express your ideas without them getting lost.

other days when a smile sticks to your face and laughter escapes your lungs with renewed vigor.

other days where you look at what you do and at yourself and say "This is amazing".

some days exist but so do other days, so breathe a sigh of relief for the other days that give relief to the pressure in your chest that some days bring.