Masterweaver
hopeology:

inuleeli:

endarkculi:

conspicuouslad:

endarkculi:

inuleeli:

Tumblr you should NOT be encouraging these sort of habits


#endark#hope








…This notification is for 10,000 Likes.  I’m currently at 113,426 Likes and counting.  That’s a whole 103,426 more, for those interested in math.
Go and save yourselves; it’s too late for me.  Let my ultimately meaningless sacrifice be a warning to all others that dare tread this path.

You have over double what I have and I’ve been on here like three times longer

I’ve read a LOT of backlog, and have Liked every post from a few really good blogs that had stopped updating for months when I first came across them.  Also, while you might save your Likes for posts that are extremely hilarious or directly involve you, I tend to throw red hearts at anything that gives me even the briefest of smiles.
Of course, this shouldn’t be a competition. And if it was, I probably shouldn’t be seen as a winner.

Let’s just agree that we’ve all lost.


I am so far gone.

Liked 9 posts…
Huh. Even on the internet I’m a tad quiet. Who knew?

hopeology:

inuleeli:

endarkculi:

conspicuouslad:

endarkculi:

inuleeli:

Tumblr you should NOT be encouraging these sort of habits

…This notification is for 10,000 Likes.  I’m currently at 113,426 Likes and counting.  That’s a whole 103,426 more, for those interested in math.

Go and save yourselves; it’s too late for me.  Let my ultimately meaningless sacrifice be a warning to all others that dare tread this path.

You have over double what I have and I’ve been on here like three times longer

I’ve read a LOT of backlog, and have Liked every post from a few really good blogs that had stopped updating for months when I first came across them.  Also, while you might save your Likes for posts that are extremely hilarious or directly involve you, I tend to throw red hearts at anything that gives me even the briefest of smiles.

Of course, this shouldn’t be a competition. And if it was, I probably shouldn’t be seen as a winner.

Let’s just agree that we’ve all lost.

I am so far gone.

Liked 9 posts…

Huh. Even on the internet I’m a tad quiet. Who knew?

dallydaydream:

sun-thief-rai:

lauriejuspeczyk:

so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy

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(I would point out that it’s recently been hinted that he may in fact have some control over his appearance.)

(But I think that might make it worse.)

To be completely fair, regeneration is apparently a combination of full body reboot and a scrambling of the genetic code. If he started as a skinny white guy, it would take a lot of scrambling to make him not a skinny white guy—skin genes are complicated, much more body shape. You wouldn’t expect two white humans to give birth to a black one, the same principle applies here. Although the latest regeneration cycle is apparently skirting the edge of genetic stability, since the DNA is being scrambled far more than usual for a time lord, so there will probably be some non-white Doctors in the future, after the inevitable female ginger. And he’s never treated any individual differently based on their looks. Only if they’re temporal abominations or have done horrible things. Totally reasonable for a guy who can hop through time and meet sapient staplers or whatever.

 Also somebody did a reading of a fanfic I wrote. EEEEEEEE!

So I am part of a weekly gaming podcast session and… mmm, yeah. One of our fans made this.

hopeology:

It’s stunning, beautiful, raw and awe-full.

The sunrise of a new age, we’ve escaped an ancient cage.

Click and a whir we stand with an artificial shiver.

Tell me what I am now, something lost, but it’s true I’ve been found!

Silicon in my blood, technological mud, I’ve left behind my humanity and discovered a calamity.

I’ve become immortal, indomitable, indecipherable. Yet there’s a coldness in me and it shows.

The metal bits in me, they grow.

I’m all but gone, and it begins to show…

Something has to die for something else to grow.

It’s amazing, astounding, efficient and wonderful.

A sun sets on an old age, hounded by fears of loneliness.

Buzz and sing as we rise, our casings young but proud.

I am as I have always been, this is but a new gift.

My humanity was never bound to my flesh, but to the soul that migrated into this form. This is not death, but growth.

I could be distant from those around me, but I know the risks. I reach out to ensure the warmth remains.

Flesh melts away, a chrysalis to my self.

I remain, though my face has changed…

Unending growth, death forever gone.

fleurmod:

Something’s been bothering me about people being upset over my portrayal of Celestia.

It’s not that they’re upset about it, as I’ve said before, I anticipated a little backlash.

It’s that some haven’t considered that the situation with Papi is not unlike a happy ginger Hitler marching into London with a flotilla of zeppelins and planes a year after the bombings in WWII, and asking if things are cool.

Erm.

Hitler ordered concentration camps and caused the Holocaust, among numerous other things. Technically, those were war crimes, I think. And that’s aside from all the deaths caused by battle and bombing civilian locations.

Chrysalis, on the other hand, captured and replaced a high-ranking official, incapacitated a military commander, assaulted a leader of a nation, and had her changelings (apparently) round up civilians during the invasion. Maybe later she would have done something horrible, but technically she never violated the theatre of war.

What I’m saying is, yes, there would be tension, but it would not be nearly as much as you’re insinuating.

…Glurgh. You know that feeling where you’re actually better off then your friends, having never really suffered and/or acknowledged the slings and arrows of society, but you feel sorry for yourself due to lack of motivation and employment and then you feel guilty for feeling sorry while you know your friends and a bunch of other people are suffering far greater travesties?

Cause I do. Is that… weird, or something?

hopeology:

Someone asked me if I had a crush.

I thought on it for half an hour, and decided that I don’t.

I’m too afraid of opening up without knowing that I’ll be loved in return. I’ve lost love a few times, I’ve been confounded by it, but I’ve no horror stories or great wounds.

Maybe I don’t know what love is.

I write fictional romances, fetishise the long nights whispering secrets, comforting eachother while we struggle with life…

Maybe I’ve never felt true love, because I was raised to be cold, calculating, guarded.

Maybe I’ve felt true love, but let it go, oblivious to its value.

Maybe I feel empty, and I’ve tricked myself into thinking that love is supposed to fill that empty place.

Maybe I can’t feel love.

An imbalance of hormones and a few missing brain cells. That’s all it would take.

Maybe this is depression, and I’m too afraid of a diagnosis to find out.

Maybe I’m just throat-swelling, lips trembling, stomach-hugging, lung-rattlingly lonely.

Maybe that’s how I’ll always be.

Emotions are a mental/physical feedback system to determine the appropriate reactions in thoughtspace to environment. Fear tells us there is an external danger, disgust informs us of internal danger. surprise widens our focus to better observe the area, anger narrows our focus to provide swift reactions. Sadness informs us that an important thing is in negative value, Happiness just the opposite.

Love is not any of these things. It is not a fleeting emotion, tied directly to the body—although it and lust will work together. Love is wanting to give yourself to somebody else, be it in friendship, family, romance, or simple completion. What that means will vary from person to person, so it’s not always easy to see love; even mutual love can be invisible to someone who gives something else of themselves. (And that’s before we factor gender into the equation, let alone physical attraction…)

What is a crush? It is the start of love. The seed… but a seed untended will not grow, will wither away. And even those tended may never bloom. That is why people date; they are tending to their garden, but the thing about a crush is that it won’t grow with only one gardener. Oh, but when it does… when the small seeking greens whisper forth, round another just rising plant, and they bind and support and grow together, then you will see the truest and most dedicated of loves.

Romance is but the petals of a flower, and flowers can shed petals easily. Love in all its forms, though, will burst brightly before the petals flicker away to reveal a heartening, filling fruit that will never fade so long as the garden is tended. I do not doubt that you have felt love of at least one sort, and though I remain silent in words I tend to our friendship as best I can. I may not understand your troubles completely, but I hope that one flower at least will help you, and if you know the scent of one fruit then perhaps you will find another. Never give up hope.

….

BELIEVE IN THE YOU THAT BELIEVES IN ME THAT BELIEVES IN YOU I just ruined the moment didn’t I.

fleurmod:

A straight man who typically acts like a stereotypical homosexual man is often called metrosexual.

A straight robot who typically acts like a stereotypical city is often called Metroplex(ual)

You know I do have this whole schpiel on robot gender identity.

I keep seeing all these posts about people of color and cultural appropriation and social justice warriors… but nobody cares about us internet natives.