*absorbs Earth*

me and friends are playing origins. we already have an op gremlin help. she's the landlord of the lake

sometimes I worry for myself for buying books. but then I remember I'm crazy, so I have that going for me

I'm thinking a lot about mythmaking and Technoblade, because that feels very appropriate, I feel like he would enjoy living on as a legend through all these little stories.

So yes, he visited Wilbur in a dream to call him a loser. Yes, he visited Sophie in a dream to call her cringe. Yes, he jumpscared Michael for criticising the "elbow reveal" joke. Yes, he painted the sky pink wherever that happened. Yes, he appeared as a pig shaped cloud in the sky. If you make a potato farm, he'll be there in spirit to criticise its efficiency. If you call for him during a match, he might send you his energy (if he likes you). If you get the spaceship option in Guess the Build, you'd better pick that or he'll come for you. All of these little moments are really him, because he is a larger than life figure. A true folk hero.

And yes, when you hear thunder, that might be Techno taking on the kingdom of God. (Call it proactive atheism.)

It's all ridiculous but that's as it should be to be honest. He was a ridiculous guy.

And I feel more comfortable with this kind of thing than I do with thinking too hard about Alex (I feel weird even calling him that) and the very personal tragedy of his passing. It's true that he and his family and friends shared some of that with us, but it's not really ours I think. But the legend of Technoblade is.

The Little Things

He didn't know at the time. She tried not let him worry. But even when she couldn't speak, He understood.

The constant fear of doing something wrong. A dread that eats away at the stomach, Then the heart and mind. A heavy burden on the shoulders, That seems to never lose weight, And only pushes down. Hard.

So she tries to be smaller, A spec of dust in the storm. He doesn't let her. He holds her tight, Wrapping his arms around her curled body, Lets her know he's there for her, And never lets go.

I like to see kind strangers. it gives me new hope for human beings

Random acts of kindness are the best.

Wait. That's right...

I've felt and thought for as long as I have breathed. I feel the world say "no," right as I start to grow. I hear myself say "no," simply because I shouldn't grow.

I have taught myself that I don't matter. That everyone deserves the privilege I have Except me.

Or that I don't deserve Love and loyalty Freedom and Rights because I'm a sick bee that will bring down the hive I see myself to be selfish and ignorant and cruel.

I try to do everything perfect. Everything "right." I try to fight, even when I know I can't fight.

Wait. That's right...

I'm not fighter, I'm a writer. I make my own world, With my own rules. I conquer lands and start bands. I learn from others for my own story's progression. Why am I obsessin' over my perfection?

But then...

What should I be if not perfection? Am I an academic? A scientist? An artist? A queen? A princess? A lover? A woman? A thing?

Maybe Just maybe I'll simply be ... me

I've been wondering this for a while now

who is the ender dragon in irl manhunt

no but srsly tho-

you know you like a fictional character a little too much when you like drawing them doing literally anything. who else is gonna draw my favorite character putting food in a microwave

you know it's a good day when you're chilling during summer and your strawberries freeze over.