we post bullshit here, sir

last night on twitter @marisatomay brought up that the world cup could be many people's first time seeing fireflies and like. i cannot stop thinking about how magical that is

whenever you take too much time to write something know it is because stephen king has been stealing your life force

one sup of this will have you demanding the news

From now on this is how all petty fandom disputes should be settled.

Thank you for the clarification

everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.

big thing i’ve had to learn is to Do The Scary Thing. if you avoid doing smth because you’re afraid of doing it wrong, you must push through. it will get less scary and your life will get easier i promise

I’m so glad this post is taking off because anybody — “artist” or not — needs to read this

Image ID: a photo of part of a page of a book. The heading is "Fears About Yourself", and underneath is a second heading, "Perfection". The text reads, "The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups. All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality. His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the 'quantity' group: fifty pounds of pots rated an 'A', forty pounds a 'B', and so on. Those being graded on 'quality', however, needed to produce only one pot-- albeit a perfect one-- to get an 'A'. Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for quantity." The rest of the paragraph is highlighted, and reads, "It seems that while the 'quantity' group was busily churning out piles of work-- and learning from their mistakes-- the 'quality' group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay." /end ID

i love the “hollanov has a crush on carter vaughn” take not necessarily in a “i think they would invite him to watch” way but more in a “ilya would accidentally let it slip while chirping at shane to fluster him that vaughn is at the top of their ‘would’ list and vaughn is a little thrown off and straight so he’s like “are you guys asking?” and ilya laughs and pats his shoulder and assures him “absolutely not, i do not share my shane, we just think you are good looking man, i like that you are pretty and fun and my shane likes that you are serious about hockey and have good grooming habits. is not serious, do not worry vaughny we will not be asking you to witness me and my beautiful husband ever” and vaughn low key is overjoyed about it, his teammates who are around and hear the exchange are sometimes like “that doesnt bother you? you dont find that a bit weird?” but vaugh genuinely is just like “rozanov just called me pretty and fun enough to hang out with and hollander thinks im good at hockey and clean enough for him, you could hand me a nobel peace prize and it wouldnt come close to this achievement” and eventually it gets out to the general public so vaughn is captioning his instagram posts shit like “#1 contender for being the hockey husbands third goes fishing” despite shanes mortification about this getting out and vaughns clear delight with it” way