#i value my life

[wildwren]

Thought you were a Bridgerton hater?!?

What are your highlights?

Lolololol this is so funny, I’ve had an up and down relationship with Bridgerton but you literally could not PAY me not to watch it. if there’s one thing about me it’s that I WILL be invested in a soapy period romance.

I think the post you’re talking about is the one where I claimed Henry Fielding writes consent better than Julia Quinn and you know what, I stand by it. (and if I’m being honest, Bridgerton owes as much to Henry Fielding as it does to Jane Austen, but no one wants to have that conversation do they!!!) ANYWAY.

Okay okay, Season 3 has given me full on brainrot. I’m invested in Polin now???? Help???????? This is mostly fueled by my unspeakable horniness for Nicola Coughlan but also I think it’s a really strong season so far, I like the conflict and the stakes as well as the rom-com vibes, and I feel like it’s dramatic without being all about The Drama.

My favorite thing however is the GAY DRAMA and by that I mean the toxic exes dynamic between Penelope and Eloise, the bitch4bitch Creloise courtship, and the lesbian friendship triangle between Pen, Eloise, and Cressida. I’m also invested in the emotional triangulation between Pen, Colin, and Eloise (what can I say? I love a good triangle) and I’m really excited to see how that shakes out in Part 2. And no I’m definitely not writing a toxic modern gothic Cressida x Eloise x Penelope (x Colin) fic I don’t Know what you’re talking about that must be someone else

Other highlights are Francesca and John, I looove the way they’ve characterized Fran and developed that relationship so far. Bad news for me is that I’ve also become a full-on tin foil hat Michaela Stirling truther which doesn’t bode well for my mental health either way. I would actually kill to see it but also the full on lesbophobic meltdown the fandom would have would probably cost me several years of life sooooo

ANYWAY yes I am very much invested in Bridgerton Season 3 with my clown makeup FULLY ON thank you for asking!!!!

#now I want to hear your thoughts gahhh #thank you for the ask! #I have not always been entirely Bridgerton positive but I have always been invested #I WANT to love it #and so far this season has really delivered for me #not putting this in the main tag sorry #I value my life

[pixlime]

I'm not exactly a fan but maybe Kojima is allowed to say a few things

#fnv #fallout new vegas #dont come for me for the not a fan comment im not getting into it #i value my life and my privacy thanks

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school. #like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it. #was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes. #but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create'' #when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent. #speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice. #''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession. #''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt? #u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky'' #we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

[lovemeonlytilthespring]

Fucked up the Twitter version of Shitpost A Live so now I have to yeet myself off a cliff

#text post #rosie's ramblings #good job rosie #minor fucking spelling mistake in the alt text of one of the pics #and i can't fix it #because edit button only for twitter blue #fuck you musk #disclaimer i will not actually yeet myself off a cliff #i value my life #i just want to curl into a ball out of embarrassment #fml fr

[ronanxing]

some turts at the skateboard park

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #enkidoodles #omfg i rewrote the tags three times #its awfulll #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #they make me so happy #checking the values saved my life

[sun-3-160]

if youre curious how my life is going im watching a streamer play a video game while watching an hour long debate another streamer had. so. its going not well.

#NOT SAYING WHICH STREAMERS #I VALUE MY LIFE

[hiimcanadia]

There's a lot of posts out there reminding people that they don't have to respond to every stupid post they see but I feel like it's worth saying that you also don't have to finish reading the post once you've realized it's stupid. Easily one of my favorite things about the internet is the ability to get like two sentences into a post and go "actually I think you're wrong" and then just stop reading.

#'stupid post' in this context is being used to refer to everything from blatant bigotry to fandom opinions you mildly disagree with btw #like I've stopped even bothering to read stuff written by transphobes/ exclusionists/ etc bc it doesn't add anything of value to my life #but also I saw a post earlier where someone's opinion on a fictional character was different than mine and just went #'actually idc what this stranger thinks' and stopped reading lmao #2pm in the morning

[ot3]

there are no amount of domestic policy gains you can cite that will make people change their mind about voting for biden. it's not like the people refusing to vote for him are too uninformed to understand that biden has provided significantly more domestic protections for LGBT people than trump will, but some people are simply willing to risk their own political standing to avoid legitimizing genocidal regime. i dont think anyone in the world is operating the impression that trump would provide less funding and arms to israel but i also don't think it's a stretch to say that there are huge swathes of center-lib shitfucks who will suddenly change their mind about carpet bombing civilians when it's The Friggen Cheeto Man doing it instead of their favorite blue ghoul.

#post going around my dash from various people that's bothering the shit out of me #its such a fuck you got mine approach to politics #to be clear i am not saying a trump presidency will be better for literally anyone. #but the fact that the administration truly doesn't believe biden's policy on gaza will effect his reelection campaign should prove to you #that this regime does not value human life either no matter how much you'd like that to be the case

[courtmartialme]

woag .. otp

#fma #royai #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #talking to user chrysopoeias reminded me of this doodle i posted on twitter ages ago #im too dumb to make analysis textposts with my opinions so you get (checks notes) royai experiencing post nut clarity #about how funny i think it is that riza bases all her self value into how useful she is or isn't being #while roy is like wow.. i love riza can't believe she still by my side after all i've done .. #in the hospital scene after the lust fight where roy is scolding her there's a part he says he's going to keep trusting her with his back #and she looks genuinely surprised as if she really expected him to just throw her out because she failed and lost her utility #when he's mostly angry because riza gave up on life so easily and he doesn't want her to die. he can't live in a world without her #riza babe ur so mentally ill <3

[sinnabee]

You do moons ass Mondays right

so do suns ass Sundays

your wish is my command, anon

everyone say hello to sun ass sunday. but of course, as the rule goes... suns out? guns out. >:3c

i will be barring the castle doors and fortifying my defenses in preparation for the uprising, but no, i am not sorry for this

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf fanart #shitpost #sun ass sunday #happy nasty sun ass sunday everybody #:D #i should have streamed this but i didnt think i would get as CARRIED AWAY AS I DID AAAA #i'll stream later dw #anyway yeah this us. yeah it deffo got away from me #dw about it #my life's joy is cursing y'all with ass contet #of an alarmingly high production value #<3 #my art #funky little jester boys

[itsdefinitely]

c c caan you draw ted, , , pleas,e , ogugh ,, ,

even hatchetfield's resident asshole can find it in his heart to be kind sometimes

#this ask is so funny to me. here take your ted(s) please dont die on my front step #the property value will go down and then the hoa will hunt me for sport #id in alt text #ted spankoffski #hatchetfield #time bastard #definitely art #artstyle change i know but i got bored of the other one. let me live my life

[edelgarfield]

i love shadowgast, i think their journey together learning how to be better people & healing is beautiful.

but nothing annoys me more than when Caleb gets all the credit for Essek's redemption arc, or when Essek's relationship with Caleb is automatically placed on a pedestal above his friendship with the rest of the Mighty Nein.

because it is straight up untrue. it wasn't even Caleb that did most of the legwork reaching out to Essek, it was Jester. Yes, their magic lessons, and Caleb's understanding went a long way towards showing Essek that he could change, but Jester was the one who consistently and repeatedly reached out to him. I am of the firm belief that without Jester, the Mighty Nein would never have gotten past Essek's initial standoffishness.

And furthermore, Caleb was Essek's friend first. I don't think it's ever been confirmed, but IMO most of Essek's initial attraction to Caleb was 1) academic 2) performative, and any genuine physical or romantic attraction didn't start developing until post-reveal. I'm not even convinced Essek was romantically interested in Caleb, or at least able to identify it as such, by the END of the campaign. Essek values Caleb primarily as a friend and any romance on top of that is a bonus.

Essek's relationship with Caleb is not inherently more important than his friendship with the rest of the Mighty Nein just because they're dating. He loves all of them, and expresses that multiple times at the end of CR2. It was their friendship that changed him, not his interest in Caleb. Caleb values the Mighty Nein's friendship more than whatever budding romance he had with Essek. Essek's entire life doesn't, nor should it revolve around Caleb! Caleb is an important part, yes, but he values and needs the love he receives from the rest of the Mighty Nein just as much.

As someone who's aro/ace-spectrum and has little to no interest in romance, every time I see Essek's relationship to the Mighty Nein reduced to his relationship with Caleb, it feels like a slap in the face. It validates my deepest fear that I'm just an accessory in my friends' lives, and that no matter how much I love them or what I do for them, I'm inevitably going to be discarded when someone they want to date comes along.

People will watch 500+ hours of a show that emphasizes over and over the importance of friendship and platonic love then turn around and reduce it to romance alone.

#critical role #do i want to tag this? #no #i fucking hate it here #this is a consistent problem in fandom and life in general #but it's particularly egregious with essek & m9 #because ALL of m9 say MULTIPLE TIMES #OVER THE COURSE OF THE WHOLE GAME #THAT IT WAS M9'S FRIENDSHIP #THAT SAVED THEM #it's infuriating #i dont think most people understand #how exhausting and devastating it is #after a lifetime of being told that i will never be valued the way “normal” people are #to have a piece of media actually validate my existence and worth as a person #then have the fandom consistently and repeatedly undercut it

[fudgecake-charlie]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry // I cannot take it back

i hope i'm not too late to hop onto the the winner art train!!

#goodtimeswithscar #secret life #secret life smp #secret life spoilers #the song is: The Sun is Bad by Indigo De Souza!!! Not the most fitting but this song practically sponsored this piece #painting this one was SO FUN because i mostly played with a basic round pressure opacity brush! but my values get fucked because of it #art out the oven #i spent way too long on this one... like 8 hours or something total. teehee oopsies

[keynil]

i wld pay so much money for zoro and sanji to talk about blades w each other like !! sanji seeing zoro clean his blades w so much care turning into comparing where the weight shld sit on a good kitchen knife vs a sword. nerding out abt different oils/whetstones until they realise they've been talking excitedly to each other for almost an hour and start fighting to restore the equilibrium

zoro seeing one of sanjis knives left damp on the cutting board after some random ambush. cleaning and drying it before putting it back in the rack bc he knows sanji wld never leave his knife like that if he had a choice

sanji seeing that zoro chipped an edge during their latest fight and silently leaving his whetstones in the crows nest bc he knows the larger grit wld be more helpful

(40 y/o zoro leaving a set of knives in the kitchen for sanji to find as an anniversary gift and sanji realising that he not only still remembered the first real conversation they ever had, but also the exact brand sanji had been so excited abt)

#zosan #like. I'm sorry but sanjis a chef there's no way he doesn't Love his knives an almost unhealthy amnt #and obviously the same goes for zoro like !!!!! #pls god if anyone knows any fics where they talk abt blades at all. pls send me the link i will owe u my life or smth of actual value #i'm begging

[crybaby-bkg]

new dad Bakugou who’s going back to work full time almost a full year after his daughter his born and he now has to grapple with the fact that….goddamn, he’s spoiled the shit outta her.

well, he doesn’t think it was spoiling her. in actuality, he just created a routine with her, gave her every bit of his attention, held her when she cried, scolded her (yes just at eight months) whenever she’d babble for more puffs even though she’s had enough already. it wasn’t spoiling, it wasn’t. he vowed to never be that dad, to raise a snot nosed brat, one similar to himself.

but here he is, on a Tuesday morning three weeks after her first birthday. he’s standing halfway between the front door and the living room in full uniform, with his still sleepy baby and her even sleepier mama. she’s gripping his neck like he promised to abandon her, wailing and crying so loud and dramatically, that you can’t help but chuckle at her antics and how he wavers ever so slightly.

“You promised you’d go back to work,” you scold him gently, rubbing at your daughters quivering back when she whines again the moment he acts like he’s gonna pull her off. Bakugou frowns at you, and you shrug, smoothing her unruly blond curls away from her sticky forehead.

“But you guys need me.” He pouts, eyebrows downturned as he pulls her away enough to wipe at her wet face. she blubbers again, whimpering out a small dadaaaa noooo, that absolutely breaks his heart.

“And so does the world.” You smile at him, gently pulling your daughter away from the matching glassy red eyes who watch her go. “We’ll be fine, my love. Promise.”

Bakugou looks unconvinced, especially since your daughter reaches for him with another cry of his name. you don’t say anything when he sniffles discreetly, quickly reaching down to the coffee table to snatch up his utility belt that he dropped when she waddled out of her room in tears. he snaps it on wordlessly, and you go to turn to the kitchen when he wraps you both up in his arms.

“Love you,” he whispers against your forehead before pecking it, leaning down to kiss your lips next, and then your daughter’s fat little cheeks. He whispers another love you to her, and wipes away at her rosy cheeks when she pouts at him.

“Rub you.” your daughter pouts, the both of you freezing in shock.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, grinning. “She said I love you back!” Bakugou matches your grin, laughing under his breath as he presses another torrent of kisses all of her face. for the first time since she’s opened her eyes today, she laughs, loud and joyous and familiar. he thinks that maybe going back in today won’t be so bad after all. not if this is what he’ll be coming home to.

#I have been tormented with dad bkg thoughts again I fear #he’s too loveable for his own good #but also the thought of bkg becoming a dad and vowing he’d be this certain way #but then his kid comes out and he’s like. yes. values. parenting skills. life lessons. discipline and love. #and then all of it goes out the window when they just look at him #and they look so much like him and they’re just so cute and annoying and. now he’s brought them everything they’ve ever wanted LOL #also I love toddlers who speak like non conventionally/stereotypically #like my youngest niece turns all of her consonants to ‘h’ for 2 syllable words #and it’s so funny bc everything sounds like ‘huh hah huhh’ #but she’s also VERY clear when she wants to be lol she just gets excited sometimes and forgets to enunciate #okay rambling sorry but I love babies LOL #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #dad bkg

[chinelacanta]

i love putting dragon in Situations <3

BIG FAN of the ‘dragon is xebec’s son’ but i can’t decide if i like it in a funny way or a sad way 😭. do you think dragon thought he’d loose his father’s love if he knew he was taken in by a marine. do you think he mourned garp’s favor when he also failed to be a ‘good man’ and turned to revolution, that he wasted garp’s life efforts in saving a child from evil and a life lead to a death sentence. do you think dragon grieves that he managed to disappoint both his fathers. do you think that when he held luffy for the first time he realized he was no different then xebec, that he’d condemned his child to the stake for the crime of existence, a life of loneliness if he lived, a forced marine career and shackled dreams from his only ‘relative’. hey man what if i cried real hard abt it

#god i dont ask much #just one (1) dragon centric fic one shot where he Copes with things #it will never happen and for that i weep #probably definitely not canon but i like to imagine xebec as an Ok father #dudes not great but like 😭 let dragon have a good parent in his life #this au to me is literally ‘at first i loled but then i serioused’. i cant be trusted to have nice dragon thoughts #this au probably exists for the powerscalers BUT I DONT CARE IM RECLAIMING IT FOR THE THEMATICAL VALUES #THE INHERENT DRAMA #AURGHHHHHHHH #monkey d garp #monkey d dragon #one piece #my art!!