how things have changed

Imagine living in a city where there are no monuments, no buildings from before 1970, no proof that you had grandparents or parents, no history at all. Wouldn’t that make you feel like you were just a passing fad, that you could be blown away like leaves?… for any community to feel substantial and able to change without losing themselves, a history is absolutely crucial.
—  Emma Donoghue, talking about LGBT history and LGBT historical fiction

01/01/15: you kiss me for the first time and tell me that your new year’s resolution was to become the man I knew you could be.

02/01/15: you take me to your favorite place in the hills and watch the sunset cast warm light over our small town.


03/01/15: I meet your mother for the first time, and as we’re looking through all of your baby pictures I realize that you have her smile.


04/01/15: we get into our first fight. something about the girl in our history class. it ends in cuddling and her deleted phone number.


05/01/15: you tell me you love me.


06/01/15: you give me a promise ring shaped like a knot. you tell me you will never leave me. I believe you.


07/01/15: you call me at 1a.m. because the hole in your chest is swallowing all of the light, and the sound of your voice rips me apart.


08/01/15: we go back to your favorite place in the hills and look at the stars.


09/01/15: you come to school with bloodshot eyes and dark bags. I ask you what’s wrong. you give me no answer.


10/01/15: we are at a party and i’m ready to leave. I search everywhere for you, but you have already left.


11/01/15: we haven’t spoken in two weeks.


12/01/15: you are gone.


01/01/16: I am sitting in my living room holding a half empty bottle and watching the ring catch light from the fireplace. I throw it into the flames and down the rest of the bottle’s contents.

—  how the seasons go by

isn’t it kinda weird??? how people don’t pick up on details??? and freak out over smallest things???
like people don’t notice how the other persons voice goes higher or lower during a convo and doesn’t start freaking out over them hating you?
and people don’t notice how others can start texting shorter replies in a less enthusiastic way and they don’t actually start hyperventilating when it happens?
i wonder what that’s like tbh not to be paranoid over every little thing and how it is not to have breakdowns over the smallest changes in someone’s voice or facial expressions or even the frequency of their texting
imagine what a simple life these people must have

So 14 year old Phil made a game

He had no idea that 16 years later he’d be playing that game with a person he hadn’t even met yet

And that person would get all the references and know all the songs

And be so immensely proud and complimentary about this game

It’s just so amazing to me how life can change, how you could be doing things now and have no idea how they will turn out and who you’ll be sharing things with

I just, yeah.

I was sort of reminiscing earlier (not really the right word for it but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) about the months and months we spent analysing every little thing about BG, trying to make it make sense, trying to understand where it was going, making huge posts breaking it all down. That honestly feels like a lifetime ago now. 

All I’ve got the energy for these days is reblogging throwback Larry, streaming JHO, and bracing for Friday.

Lil redraw of one of the doodles I did back in 2015 for @farbsturz‘s fic~

I had to find the post for reference for something and couldn't leave without fixing at least one of the doodles….

I appreciate that climate change gets a lot of attention (possibly because it has the potential to have the highest economic costs if left unchecked) but it is my duty to remind everyone that the biggest threat to wildlife and ecosystems today is habitat loss. Not climate change. Not trophy hunting. Not even pollution–though a habitat can become so degraded from pollution that it becomes unusable.

The very best way to curb global destruction of habitat is to implement large-scale changes to our development patterns, energy production, and agricultural system. So be sure to support those efforts politically. You can also support sustainable, multi-use development in your communities(many municipalities talk about community-wide projects at city counsel meetings!). Live densely. Eat less meat. Call out self driving cars for the sprawl-supporting pact with satan that they are. Support public transportation! Don’t support sprawl and McMansions! Recognize that suburbia in general and lawns in particular are a facsimile of greenness that destroy actual usable habitat and replace it with sterile monocultures that require gallons of water, pesticides, and fertilizer to maintain. Stop using products with neonicotinoids altogether. Make your yard wildlife-friendly. Consider a brush pile. Keep your damn cats indoors. Plant native plants. Remove invasive plants. Maybe don’t freak out and call animal control every time you see a bat or snake or coyote in your neighborhood since they were literally there first and we’ve left them no place else to go. Watch out for herps crossing the roads in the breeding season, especially our salamanders. Plant a NATIVE tree. Support your local parks, forests, and waterways, big and small. 

I can’t take this anymore

Personally, I don’t wish to discuss or read about this drama going around in the fandom anymore but I’m at the point where it’s becoming bothersome to even come onto tumblr. 

I want to say - nobody has to take a side, nobody has the ‘right’ opinion. Nobody said you had to take Papa’s side or The Ghouls, fuck you can take neither side or both sides for that matter. You don’t have to take a side because it’s none of our fucking business to get involved with what happened between the members of the band. (Yes I understand and I’m sure everyone is well aware of what Alpha had posted on his Facebook. He clearly has a reason to openly discuss it but I don’t fucking know I’m not him nor is anyone else on this website). 

Everyone has the right to be angry and upset but you can’t force other people to think your opinion is the only correct answer. You can feel - angry, sad, whatever because it’s all valid!!!  People are allowed to change their opinions and that’s perfectly okay but you can’t go around telling people they’re wrong because they feel differently than you. Everyone is very outspoken on how they feel on the matter at hand and we should all respect that.

Privacy is also something to respect. I know some members of the band like have their personal lives - not public (What a new concept this is). It’s quite apparent that more and more photos of (ex)-members of Ghost have been posted onto the internet from private (I didn’t say public - if it’s not public how’d you get those videos and photos?) accounts.The more people post private things (instagram/facebook videos and photos) - the harder it will be to ever meet or speak to any of the ex and current members of the band. It’s violating their privacy which is comment sense to respect. 

Hello everyone! As promised, I am here with a new 30-day challenge. It’s focused on introspection and geared towards self-exploration. But wait, there’s more! It’s designed for witches who are just starting out in their exploration of witchcraft. 

You can do this challenge regardless of your length of time practicing, but it’s likely to be most useful for people who still feel that they’re just getting started. I wanted to create this so that witches could answer it as they begin their Craft, then (hopefully) look back on it later and see how (and if) things have changed because of their magical work! 

it would be really great if those of you doing this would tag the posts with #rootsofcraft so I and other witches can read the responses easily, compare, and learn more about how diverse our community can be. As noted, I designed this to be highly introspective, and I do hope the questions inspire a lot of thought!

In a few days, once I’ve typed it up, I’ll be posting a second challenge, called Fruits of Your Craft, designed for those who consider themselves more experienced witches. 

Neither of these are really confined to any skill level or number of years/months spent practicing; it’s just a matter of how you, personally, feel about yourself. Do you feel that you’re beginning, or more experienced? So, feel free to do this, or the next one, based on that rather than the amount of time spent. 

Enjoy, and I look forward to reading responses to the questions!

Roots of Your Craft 30-Day Challenge

  1. Divination. Does it work? Would you use it? What do you think of those who do? Why?
  2. What do you think Magick actually is? What is the power or force behind witchcraft?
  3. How powerful do you believe Magick to be, and why?  
  4. What are your beliefs about ethics and morality? Do you think practicing witchcraft will change your views? If so, how?
  5. Do you plan to be open about witchcraft to people you know? Why or why not?  
  6. What kind of belief system were you raised with? Do you feel it suits you, or are you making a change?
  7. What was your earliest memorable exposure to the concept of witchcraft? How did it influence your interest in it?  
  8. Do you think you will work with or worship deities as part of your Craft? Why or why not?  
  9. Was there a tipping point that convinced you witchcraft was worth practicing? What influenced your desire to learn more and why are you learning about it?
  10. What kind of witch do you want to become?  
  11. What kind of witch do you believe you will become?
  12. What do you think your life will be like in five years, magically speaking?
  13. What worries you most about learning witchcraft? What might be a risk?
  14. What excites you most about learning witchcraft? What might be a reward?
  15. If you could list one thing that you hope to gain from practicing witchcraft, what would it be?
  16. Which of the four classical elements best describes you at the beginning of your journey? (Earth, Wind, Air, or Fire)
  17. If you’ve practiced spellcraft, what was the experience of casting your first spell like? If you’ve not yet cast one, what do you think your first spell will be and why?
  18. Are there any witches or magicians in fiction or history that you particularly admire? Why or why not?
  19. If you were to think of your beginnings in witchcraft as a certain color, what color would it be and why?  
  20. What are your general thoughts about newer magical traditions such as pop culture spells, and technowitchery?
  21. What are your general thoughts about older magical traditions such as rune Magick, kabbalah and esoteric eastern traditions?
  22. Do you think that tradition is important in witchcraft? Why or why not?
  23. What role do you think dreams play in magical life, if any? Why or why not?
  24. Are you more aligned with chaos or order in terms of the Magick you have or will practice? What do you think Magick itself is more aligned with?
  25. Curses. Do they work? Would you use them? What do you think of those who do? Why?
  26. Blessings and protective Magick. Do they work? Would you use them? What do you think of those who do? Why?
  27. Do you have an affinity with an animal or type of animal? What does it mean to you? If you don’t, but had to have one, what do you think it would be?
  28. Do you think that there is any potential in utilizing certain ritual places or “ley-lines” between ritual places? Why or why not?
  29. What role does the archetype of death play in magic to you, if any? Why or why not?
  30. What do you think of practicing magic in a group setting? What about practicing alone? Why?
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bookends: matching scenes at the beginning and end of a story, often to show how things have changed through the course of the series, or to demonstrate that they haven’t changed at all.

anonymous asked:

You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?

i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.


this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that. 

anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.

one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move. 

anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road. 

now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon. 

steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going. 

but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first. 

he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine. 

and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.

I’m almost embarrassed to post this!
But it’s kind of cool to see progress.  

I kept redrawing this because I never liked the first draft, but it is just cool to see how things change over a year. (Obviously I never finished the second draft either)  Things that also changed from the first draft, me thinking Rey is a skywalker. 

If you are ever feeling stuck, remember, change is slow. Redraw an old piece and see the change yourself! 

Finished Art Here (x)