If that’s what helps you sleep at night.
I woke up to see that some of my much older art mysteriously started getting notes again. Come to find out, lioeark was just up late reblogging from me. That gives me the warm fuzzies.
One of my favorite tropes is when the protagonist’s goofy best friend suddenly becomes powerful/gains the item that made their friend so powerful, even if it’s only for a moment, and it turns out they could have been a total badass too.
Especially if they lose it later and they’re totally cool with just being the goofy best friend again, like it’s no big deal whatever.
But the fan watching the show knows. The fan knows. They saw the cool thing.
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Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable)
(Also fuck you, instructions, I ain’t forwardin’ this to nobody! If you wanna’ do this and you see it on your dash, be my guest~)
Instead of being an asshole to everybody to make sure you’re being an asshole to the people who deserve it, be nice to everybody to make sure you’re being nice to the people who deserve it.
I come from the USA, in the state of South Carolina— a state of cows and horses, peaches, dirt roads, palmetto trees, and almost nothing to do!
Sometimes, you have to step back— like, mentally step back, because I don’t fucking know what’s actually behind you— and you have to think to yourself, very seriously, “you know, maybe I’m not the most intelligent motherfucker in the universe.
Maybe I don’t have all the answers to everything, and I have to realize that I’m just as human as everybody else, including the people I’ve spoken to and who have effected my opinions in life. It is entirely possible that when I speak, and affect the opinions and beliefs of other people around me, or affect the way that creators of content and media construct themselves or their projects, that I could just be being an asshole who is doing way more harm than good. That is a very real possibility.”
So the greater question is actually, “if I am wrong, will it hurt anybody? And if I’m right, how much does it matter?”
And maybe if the answer to those two questions are “yes” and “not really”, then you should just keep your mouth shut and not take part in the discussion at all, no matter how strongly you feel about it.
Like, I hate stifling discussion, really.. But there are a lot of issues that aren’t strictly black-and-white. And in those gray areas, if you’re on the side of the line that could actually harm people, and the other side of the line is just asking for an act of kindness or like, two seconds of time, why the fuck is there even an argument about it?
So this little kid at church noticed I’m fat and asked me today “Why do you have a big belly?”
I couldn’t really think of an acceptable answer for that so I simply responded:
“Because I’m full of bees”
I don’t think I’ve seen a more confused and terrified child in my life as I walked away, hearing him whisper “Bees…” to himself.