I think you dialed the wrong romcom

what gets me is that the show rarely questions the system itself. instead, it keeps presenting magic users as the villains. almost every major antagonist is someone who uses magic, and their desire for justice or revenge inevitably gets twisted into a lust for power. meanwhile, the only "good" magic users are Merlin or people who are willing to help Merlin. if you're using magic against Camelot, you're evil. if you're using it to protect Arthur and preserve Camelot, you're good.

and then there's the ending. Merlin kills Morgana, and Arthur says, "You brought peace to this land." peace? the land where magic users were hunted and executed for years? the implication is that peace comes from killing the woman who fought back against that oppression rather than dismantling the system that created her in the first place. it's such a bizarre conclusion because Morgana didn't just wake up one day and decide to be evil—she was betrayed, manipulated, isolated, gaslit, and lived in constant fear because of who she was.

maybe the good luck starts to become less pleasant surprise and more death-defying. he trips down some stairs on a call and comes within inches of breaking his neck but instead does such a cool flip and landing that onlookers break into spontaneous applause (this gives buck a boner). bends down to pick up a $20 bill right before a stray crossbow bolt flies where his head would have been. steps to the side moments before an anvil drops out of the sky. harry doesn't want to sit next to eddie anymore in case he gets cosmically rebalanced by the universe. chim starts calling him final destination (buck starts caling chim rebar head again, in retaliation). until by the end of the shift eddie is so fucking twitchy and ready for the shit to be over, whilst still maintaining that it's all just crazy coincidence dammit, and buck's circling him like a sheepdog as they walk across the parking lot. eddie's phone buzzes and he pauses to check his messages, sees that he's won some competition he entered weeks ago, which feels deeply anticlimactic after the 24 hrs he's just had - and then there's the rush of air and metal a franction of an inch infront of him, as an out of control vehicle careens across the lot right where eddie would have been if he hadn't paused to check his phone, smashing into the wall opposite. stunned, eddie turns to stare at buck like AGAIN? but buck isn't there anymore.

B shift is running out of the building, and there's blood on the tarmac.

PSYCH, SUCKERS. IT'S FLATTEN THAT MAN FRIDAY. #HITBUCKWITHATRUCK

i got inspired by antique furniture -> decided to try and make a wooden doll.

Sign of spring (Detail)   -   Kaii Higashiyama

Japanese, 1908-1999

How to Start by rthwrms

for the times when you really truly want to do something, but find resistance or that starting feels impossible

most helpful action to get into a task is: look at it options include: review what you've already done open the tab on screen blur your eyes at first if that helps fullscreen the image browse or skim relevant texts let your gaze move around how it will JUST...LOOK!!!

Your brain has resistance towards starting the particular project in the way that you've previously conceived of it. Instead of fighting that resistance, try to change your approach to starting your work. Ie, start with colored pencils on a piece you were doing in gouache, include a new stitch in a crochet piece, Step one: identify the process Step two: identify places where something new can be included Step three: brainstorm new options to fill these spots Step four: select one or more options and try your piece from this new angle

encourage yourself by asking questions start with: "What am I actually trying to do right now?" then try: "What would this look like if it were more fun?" "How would I do it if anything was possible?"

divide into discrete tasks make the closest or shiniest one literally as small & specific as freaking possible

image text: I BELIEVE IN YOU screenshot text: The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. W.B. Yeats (via billowy)

there is a window now there is a door