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Reminder: You don’t need to be good at something to enjoy it.

You don’t need a good voice in order to sing your heart out.

You don’t need to paint intricate landscapes to enjoy painting.

You don’t need to run a 6 minute mile to enjoy running.

You don’t need to cook elaborate dinners every night in order to enjoy cooking.

You don’t owe anyone talent. You don’t owe anyone an explanation of why you enjoy anything. You don’t owe anyone proof that you enjoy something. 

The Odyssey is a strange, adventurous tale of a grown man trying to get home after fighting in a war. He’s on that long journey home, and it’s filled with traps and pitfalls. He’s cursed to wander. He’s always getting carried out to sea, always having close calls. Huge chunks of boulders rock his boat. He angers people he shouldn’t. There’s troublemakers in his crew. Treachery. His men are turned into pigs and then are turned back into younger, more handsome men. He’s always trying to rescue somebody. He’s a travelin’ man, but he’s making a lot of stops.

He’s stranded on a desert island. He finds deserted caves, and he hides in them. He meets giants that say, “I’ll eat you last.” And he escapes from giants. He’s trying to get back home, but he’s tossed and turned by the winds. Restless winds, chilly winds, unfriendly winds. He travels far, and then he gets blown back.

He’s always being warned of things to come. Touching things he’s told not to. There’s two roads to take, and they’re both bad. Both hazardous. On one you could drown and on the other you could starve. He goes into the narrow straits with foaming whirlpools that swallow him. Meets six-headed monsters with sharp fangs. Thunderbolts strike at him. Overhanging branches that he makes a leap to reach for to save himself from a raging river. Goddesses and gods protect him, but some others want to kill him. He changes identities. He’s exhausted. He falls asleep, and he’s woken up by the sound of laughter. He tells his story to strangers. He’s been gone twenty years. He was carried off somewhere and left there. Drugs have been dropped into his wine. It’s been a hard road to travel.

In a lot of ways, some of these same things have happened to you. You too have had drugs dropped into your wine. You too have shared a bed with the wrong woman. You too have been spellbound by magical voices, sweet voices with strange melodies. You too have come so far and have been so far blown back. And you’ve had close calls as well. You have angered people you should not have. And you too have rambled this country all around. And you’ve also felt that ill wind, the one that blows you no good. And that’s still not all of it.

—  Bob Dylan, excerpted from his Nobel Acceptance Lecture
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Vulnerable Shawn based off of the first line of Running Low: Weeks on end I’m on the road / Start to lose my sense of home / But not based on the song in its entirety. It’s not a breakup imagine, not in the slightest. 

Your name: submit What is this?

~~~

Your phone vibrating on the desk in front of you forces you to look up from your physics notes. Shawn’s name is on the screen, and you hesitate for a moment, but only a moment before you snatch your phone off the desk and speedily walk out of the library, leaving your friends and your books behind. Shawn knew you were studying at the library tonight because you had been texting him earlier. He usually respects your study time, and anytime he knows you’re doing something. He’ll text you randomly even if you’re busy, but he usually only calls you if something is important. You both have busy schedules and are very understanding of the fact that there are certain days you have to be content with just a few text messages throughout the entirety of the day.

“Hello?” You answer as soon as you step out into the cool nighttime air.

“Hi y/n.” Comes his reply, and you wonder if there is something wrong, although if there is, he’s not saying it right away because he lets a moment of silence hang between you after he greets you. 

So you speak, “Hey baby, what’s going on?”.

He exhales loudly on the other side of the phone, so loudly that you can hear it on your end. You can tell that he’s frustrated or exhausted or something, but you don’t know right away exactly what his emotions are at the moment. “I just miss you, I need you here with me. ” He responds. 

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to find the nerve to touch your face - shellybelle - Check Please! (Webcomic) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek “Nursey” Nurse/William “Dex” Poindexter
Characters: William “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse
Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, Mutual Pining, Emotionally Stupid College Boys, Miscommunication
Series: Part 2 of you asked me to be an open book
Summary:

Dex should have known better than to think he could ever do casual with Derek Nurse.

hey team I wrote you guys a sequel to our permanent address and it is approximately as angsty and smutty (if not more!) than the original. i assume that’s what everyone who asked for this wanted, right? right???

KM shippers accounts : JK & JM face each others while they singing run
Other shippers aka haters : without a fancam we will not believe it km shippers are liers
Me : will hello b****
JK & JM run lyrics:
Please guide me please stop me
Please let me breathe

fave moments of howl’s moving castle (the book) which should be more aptly named “In which Howl is a Drama Queen, Calcifer is a smartass, Michael is good and pure and Sophie has to clean up their mess (and also save the day)”

  • that random awkward chick at the beginning who runs away with a count
  • soPHIE’S CLEANING RAMPAGE
  • “DON’T HURT THE SPIDERS”
  • “how long did howl spend in the bathroom?” “two hours” “the day he spends less than that getting ready to see a girl is the day he’s in love, and no later”
  • “i’m going up to my room now, where i may die”
  • “im so sick im seeing spots” “those are spiders”
  • that one part when howl starts crying about not being able to love someone and sophie’s just awkward
  • *sarcastically* “sophie dear”
  • “i think i’m dying of boredom,” howl said pathetically. “or maybe just dying.”
  • the entire michael and martha (but as lettie) arc because sweet, good children
  • the mysteries of welsh rugby jackets
  • “my shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me” 
  • mrs. nose
  • “then i find out he undercharges poor people. i don’t know, your majesty. he’s a mess.”
  • “she said ‘over my dead body’ so i took her for her word”
  • keep behind me, michael” “eaveSDROPPER!! SNOOPER!!!” “WHAT’S WRONG, DID YOU WANT THE SHUTTERS BLACK AND GOLD TOO???”
  • the fact that howl’s like “well im probably gonna die by the witch of the waste on midsummer’s day but at least my rugby club reunion is on midsummer’s night eve so time to get wasted, lads”
  • drunk howl attempting to stagger back to his bed and running into walls and singing welsh drinking songs
  • “go to sleep, you fool, you’re drunk” “who me? i assure you my friends, i am cone sold stober”
  • “i think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “don’t bother me now. i only did it for the money.” “liar.”