Sara Rochelle
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My current fave breakfast!
https://www.instagram.com/p/CzMN4dXR7vS/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
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do y’all remember before direct messages tumblr had a dumbass ask limit of 10 per hour and communication was impossible until they introduced dumbass fan mail and we were basically sending telegraphs back in forth trying to communicate those were…dark times
Do y'all remember when they finally gave us direct messages and instead of doing it normally, they gave it to a few people at a time and we had to infect each other with it like a virus
remember when any post with more than like 6 people talking was unreadably smushed except for the last few additions remember when any post of over 500 characters became a link back to op’s blog readmore style remember when video and audio posts had about a 10% chance of working when you click play
As a recent user I love finding out shit like this from older users. What the fuck guys???? Why were you USING IT AT ALL?!??
believe it or not, we liked that more
its worth noting that immediately after these updates that made everything better, we were all angry about it
(via characterlimit)
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Cause I feel it needs to be said:
It’s okay to suck at a game.
So you’re key smashing? Dying at every other turn? Play on easiest mode?
Totally fine.
As long as you have fun. That’s the main thing. Have fun. You don’t have to play on Nightmare to be “valid”. You don’t have to have played all available classes to “understand” a game. You played and had fun? That’s perfect. That’s what the game is for.
(via kikoutei)
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wouldnt you like to know reaper boy 😤
(reblogs>likes, click for quality, insta: frogheaddraws)
[ID] A full color drawing of Kravitz shown from the chest up on a vibrant pink background a large smokey black bird sitting on his shoulder. Kravitz is a dark skinned man with a patch of white vitiligo over the top of his face in the shape of a skull. He has long dark hair in dreadlocks, pulled back into a half bun and decorated with silver bands. He’s wearing a black suit over a collared shirt, and has a contemplative look on his face as he looks to the left. The Raven on his shoulder has its wings spread out, the top of it fading away like smoke. [end ID]
(via keplercryptids)
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get okay with being some level of burden on others, seriously
you know what’s a real burden? a person that is so scared of leaning on other people that they try to be completely self sufficient and you end up either having to help them indirectly to save their ego or they have to break down in order to receive help, both of which are so much more heavy to the person that loves them than just being leaned on casually
(via morosexualharrow)
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Stop.
Stop thinking of time in days or weeks. Think of it in hours, or minutes even.
Don’t tell yourself that “You’ve already ruined today anyway, so what that point?”
You’ve only ‘ruined’ this hour, this minute. You can still succeed in the next hour.
So don’t give up and start tomorrow for the millionth time, start again the next minute. Start again the next hour, and keep fucking going.
This post was a game changer for me
(via a-cumberbatch-of-cookies)
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Look, I know facile trope inversion is for weenies, but I still really want to see a JRPG-style game where the shouty teenage boy who gives long speeches about the power of friendship is the fragile healer and the girl with the gentle piano-and-strings theme song and self-sacrificing “must save everyone” attitude is the melee tank. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here.
I’m not even being ironic – I honestly think it would work better that way. Like, let’s put power-of-friendship boy in a position where he actually needs to rely on his friends to get anything done, rather than just talking about how they’ve inspired him while he solos the final boss. And as for Little Miss Messiah Complex, well, tell me you can’t perfectly picture how the standard tank protagonist move where you intercept a blow meant for a critically wounded party member, facetank a fucktillion points of damage, then get back up again with one hit point and a voice quip about how the baddies will have to do better than that would play out under her idiom. You can see it, right?
People in the notes are looking at the second one saying “that’s just She-Ra, that’s just–” no, it isn’t. Gentle piano-and-strings theme song, remember? It’s essential that each archetype’s stock personality remain intact, and only the role changes.
She’s sweet. She’s humble. She wears homespun dresses and grows pretty flowers in her free time. She has that vibe that says “I’m going to die halfway through the game to make my boyfriend sad”, except that doesn’t happen, because the baddies don’t have a big enough gun.
I want to see the obligatory scene where the bad guy’s army is burning down her Beloved Peasant Village™, and she’s standing between the evil commander and a group of soulful orphans, begging with tears in her eyes for him to see that there’s already been enough death – except when he callously rejects her entreaties and moves to backhand her out of the way, she catches his armoured fist mid-swing, without even the faintest tremor of effort, and in a tone of infinite patience informs him: “You misunderstand, sir: it’s not our lives I’m pleading for.”
And then she punches people until all the soldiers run away and feels conflicted about it afterwards.
(via ghostfiish)
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Honestly something that bothers me more than most things is having my compassion mistaken for naivety.
I know that another fish might eat this bullfrog right after I spend months rehabilitating it.
I know that turning a beetle back onto its legs won’t save it from falling over again when I walk away.
I know that there is no cosmic reward waiting for my soul based on how many worms I pick off a hot sidewalk to put into the mud, or how many times I’ve helped a a raccoon climb out of a too-deep trashcan.
I know things suffer, and things struggle, and things die uselessly all day long. I’m young and idealistic, but I’m not literally a child. I would never judge another person for walking by an injured bird, for ignoring a worm, or for not really caring about the fate of a frog in a pond full of, y’know, plenty of other frogs.
There is nothing wrong with that.
But I cannot cannot cannot look at something struggling and ignore it if I may have the power to help.
There is so much bad stuff in this world so far beyond my control, that I take comfort in the smallest, most thankless tasks. It’s a relief to say “I can help you in this moment,” even though they don’t understand.
I don’t need a devil’s advocate to tell me another fish probably ate that frog when I let it go, or that the raccoon probably ended up trapped in another dumpster the next night.
I know!!!! I know!!!!!!! But today I had the power to help! So I did! And it made me happy!
So just leave me alone alright thank u!!!!
(via son-of-sevenless)