If You Do Happen To Run Across This Post, My Guiding Tumblr Voice, I Hope You Know That I Know That You

One thing I've learned about tumblr from my years of stalking you all in YouTube compilations and then actually being on here, is that nothing matters. Do the people care if you put stuff in your tags? No. Do they care if you don't put tags at all? No. Do they care if what you're talking about even makes sense??? No.

I love how 3 dimensional people can be!

Theres this guys I know who is a complete horror nerd, and loves The Walking Dead. Recently, found out that he collects and reads the babysitter's club.

And I just think thats wonderful

Let's not forget the show specific ones,

"this anime tied me to the back of a truck and dragged me around" - Trigun

"this show made me an orphan and then killed my cool uncle" -a series of unfortunate events

I'd like to see a comic/story where the protag and antag stick to the typical moral and immoral roles, the protag beats the antag (probably pretty brutally) but they survive and gets imprisoned.

Flash forward to the next season/book and the protag is revolting against whomever they were following in the first one. Recruits the antag and they swap roles. The protag now acts immorally and callously, where as the antag is acting morally and is definitely tramautized.

Really my aesthetic is just

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Oooo Cool! Google translate said something similar, "devotional book."

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

I will always remember that at one point, somewhere on the internet, there was a picture of my favorite substitute teacher gently holding a burger in the palm of his hand.

I'm tired of having vampire/werewolf stories only being about spicy romance, thats just thinly veiled abuse.

Like give me a story thats about a college age werewolf who rents the basement of a grandparent-like vampire.

I'll have to make a record of this before I forget so,

Kintsugi - on March seventh, I came to an idea. Eventually, this idea was called Kintsugi, named after the Japanese art of putting broken pottery back together with gold. Which is the only way to describe the main idea of the story.

It follows a young man who uses a wheelchair (I've not developed this story well enough to know why), he's in college and has an adoration for pottery, of which he owns many pieces. But he feels like he's fallen into a nightmare of monotonous life, and endless cycle of class, sleep and commuting. One push, and then another, waiting for life to change. While sitting in class one day, a tardy student comes to sit next to (oh god wait I don't have names.. (we'll call them 1 and 2 stfu)) 1, who is strangely attracted to this carefree mess of a man. After sharing some missed notes with 2, 1 is introduced to a new way of see life. Become close friends, 2 teaches 1 to enjoy a crisp view of the world, one filling with unbridled love and optimism. This evolution is tackled delicately enough over the course of serveral chapters. Eventually, while hanging out one evening 1 discovers 2 was never everything 1 thought he was. There's no short way to write this scene without doing a great injustice. Basically 2 was only ever as you chose to see him, a prefect piece of porcelain, or Kintsugi.

Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.

Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.