now's the time to rouse yourself

hope is a weapon, by @mumblesplash (x)

Heres all the things I mentioned!

Should mention you may want to learn port forwarding for using soulseek/nicotine+ to share your own files, some people wont share their files to people that aren't sharing themselves.

And for editing tags in bulk:

Finding album covers in high res:

Also gonna include some music players I like:

https://getmusicbee.com/

So far as iOS goes, this is the only one that supports replaygain and doesn't have in-app purchases, no lastfm support tho:

I'm not too familiar with android but the best one I found during a time I was planning to swap to android (still am eventually) is this:

A quailfied person:

The clams are just better at measuring the water quality than any man-made sensors.

"this guy shed his previous identity in a traumatic burst of violence at the tender age of 17 to save his city, and in the process has welded his entire sense of self to the Heroic Ideals™️ he grew up with. he is charismatic and superficially whimsical, but underneath it, he's in a objectively very bleak situation of having no family or home, 0 prospects aside from dying young in a monster fight and/or getting another offer he can't refuse from mizora, and getting his soul put into a torment nexus forever. he's kind of accepted this bc he places no value on his life outside of Doing Good Deeds™️ . he has built an impenetrable 18 charisma facade around himself to hide any fear or anger or negative feelings. but, he stays silly :)"

While the Duke ending isn’t really as morally grey as any other characters’ “bad” ending, Wyll’s complexity comes from the fact that his story is basically a fractured fairy tale, and ruling the city would be the fairy tale ending. He’s the lost prince coming home to slay the dragon and save the city. That’s Wyll’s story!!

Only he gets there and the dragon’s plot is a complicated tragic love story going back to the founding of the city, and Wyll realizes after the dragon’s death that he actually has a choice. As you put it, the choice between heroic martyrdom or doing things for his own benefit. The choice to remain the Duke and stay in Baldur’s Gate would actually be Wyll’s heroic martyrdom (his father and Mizora have only ever pressured him with thoughts of Baldur’s Gate, and being a hero for the city), whereas the Blade of Avernus ending is Wyll finding joy in doing what he wants to do.

That’s why this is the choice that you as the player can leave up to him (if you’re playing another origin) as opposed to the choice to remain in the pact, or to save his father—this is the choice that tells us where Wyll’s heart really is, what he really wants. And what he really wants, aside from whatever pressure is placed on him by other people, is to be an adventurer. He does like to help people, which is why being the Duke doesn’t feel like as bad of a bad ending, but he really loves the drama of being an adventurer. That’s also why he loves to tell all those tales of the monsters he fought, and why he wants to come up with heroic names for the other characters! It’s fun for him!!

And I think the desire to see Wyll being cheerful in the face of this bleakness comes from a desire to see Wyll’s internality, and I’m reading in this an assumption that Wyll not expressing that depression is somehow a lack of internality (and I especially hear this in anyone who calls his canon portrayal boring) but I also think that we do get to see his internality by this very choice. Wyll is someone who WANTS the life of an adventurer. I don’t think it’s a lack to get the character we got, I find him fascinating!! He’s the origin I keep returning to play. Yes, he has less content. Larian doesn’t fix his glitches. It’s fucked up! It doesn’t mean the character we got isn’t worth analyzing in his own merits, for his Disney prince levels of sweetness and whimsy and humor, for his reckless embrace of a dangerous adventurer’s life, for his (unjustified!!!) guilt over his complicated relationship with his father. And for Theo’s wonderful performance.

instead ask:

is it SINCERE

was it CATHARTIC

was it FUN TO MAKE

is it MADE BY ME

Because it is confusing. It would almost feel easier if there was no love there at all. But sometimes there was love. In the way they tried to protect you. In the sacrifices they made. In the ways they worried about you, cared for you, wanted a good life for you.

And at the same time, there were still things missing.

Maybe comfort did not come in the way you needed it to. Maybe your feelings were not always understood, or noticed, or handled gently. Maybe you learned to keep certain parts of yourself quiet because it felt easier than trying to explain them.

That kind of hurt is difficult because it does not always come from cruelty. Sometimes it comes from people who loved you deeply, but did not know how to emotionally connect in the ways you needed. People carrying their own wounds, limitations, fears, or ways of surviving.

And you are allowed to acknowledge both truths at once.

You are allowed to recognize their love and still grieve what you needed but did not receive. Those things do not cancel each other out.

Forgiveness, for a lot of people, is not pretending nothing hurt you. It is slowly accepting that someone can love you and still fall short of understanding you completely.

That does not make your pain dramatic. It does not make them monsters either. Sometimes it just means everyone was trying with the emotional tools they had, and some of those tools were not enough.

And I think many people quietly carry guilt for still feeling hurt by parents they know tried their best. But being loved imperfectly can still leave wounds. It makes sense that it affected you.

At the same time, you do not have to stay trapped only in anger forever either. Sometimes healing looks like understanding that your parents were human before they were parents. People shaped by their own experiences, their own upbringing, their own emotional gaps.

That understanding does not erase your feelings. It just softens the sharp edges around them a little.

You deserved emotional safety. You deserved gentleness. You deserved to feel understood, comforted, and emotionally close to the people raising you.

And if they could not fully give that to you, it is okay to mourn it.

But I hope you also know this: the love you needed is still something you can experience in your life. Through other people. Through chosen family. Through the way you learn to treat yourself now.

The story does not end at what you did or did not receive growing up.