I am still painting flowers for you

I love how Isaiah's story so identically matches Steve, experimented on and being successful, breaking rules to save fellow soldiers, used as a tool. The core difference being the color of their skin. Steve was white, and went down as a hero in history. Isaiah was black and the same actions that made Steve loved and honored were criminalized. Isaiah was instead stuck in a cell, tortured, and left for dead basically, presumed dead. This is very real, think about white people being called survivors when scavenging after a natural disaster and black people being called looters in the same situation. This isn't just a plot point. It would be amazing if people can come away from this show with a bit more understanding.

i wanna eat a bowl of sliced fruit with you

you ever like… forget that you like your own writing? like yeah sometimes reading old fic is hard bc u see all the mistakes n what u could’ve done better but sometimes i’m reading through my own fic and i realize that it entertains me, i enjoy reading my own writing because i like writing because this stuff came out of my brain and i loved it enough to pour it out somewhere and keep it and it’s beautiful and no one else could have written it because these were my thoughts my ideas my imagination my creation…. anyway folks loving and cherishing your writing is a form of self love and we should all embrace rereading bits and pieces of our own fic every now and then 

This is not an exaggeration.  Your download speed would slow down to the point where Windows would make this kind of absurd estimate, and you’d sigh and leave the room for a while (because you couldn’t use the computer while it was doing this for fear it would crash and lose all your progress) and then you’d come back in 40 minutes and maybe it would now say 52 years or maybe it would say 3 minutes, who knew, not Windows.

I can’t stop laughing, mostly because it’s so true