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I am so obsessed

         Got you so ingrained in me

  Your taste your smell your feel too

         So everytime my lips meet

          No doubt they only talk of you.

Raises hand ✋!!

raise your hand if you’ve sworn an Ideal/ spoken a Truth through tears at 2 AM *raises hand*

He wanted his arm back. He wanted to be a spear man. He was okay with other work and always happy to help but at the end he wanted to be a soldier too. That's why his arm grew back.

Remember the moment in way of kings where he says something like. "Pretty useless as a Spearman with one arms" and kaladin gives him the duty to salvage from corpses.

And on a side note. There is not a single person in this world who is disabled and doesn't wanna change that no matter how good they are at coping and managing it.

am i allowed to say i'm upset lopen grew his arm back

Yeah, i agree. Healing works in the same way soulcasting works on objects, doesnt it? Objects can only change if you believe wholeheartedly that they're something else.

Thats why kaladin's scars didn't heal, isn't it? his subconscious views them as a innate part of him.

Lopen clearly lost his arm a while ago. Hes pretty resolute about the fact that he has no arm and seemed for the most part fine with it. He jokes about it, he's clearly learned to live a fulfilling life without it. We were given no reason to believe Lopen didn't accept that this was him.

I also just liked that there were physically disabled people being treated as a integral part of the team and was potentially going to be given a roll as a hero and saviour to others with his radiant abilities in spite of his disability, like thats cool to me, personally... but its whatever lol

I suppose rysn gets to be the singular physically disabled token character

Gods. So many good references not enough time to draw. Awesome cosplays. 👌

A master post of Thomas Romain’s art tutorials.

There’s not enough space to post all of them, SO here’s links to everything he has posted (on twitter) so far : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. 

Now that new semesters have started, I thought people might need these. Enjoy your lessons!

Another game I inevitably play when we talk is called.

"Don't accidentally confess, while being her warmth".

A button poetry inspired by the Norse mythology comic by @yeehawpim

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When the Gods came to the Great wolf

Fenrir

He must have thought it just another day

Bright and grand

He must have thought it a game

These were the people who had raised him

And there was Tyr

his friend

They bind him He broke free

He must have rejoiced in his victory

Then the gods came again With different chains

Doubt would have taken hold But he must have ignored it

Bolstering his resolve in his strength thinking

He had nothing to fear

Since Tyr was there

But when the gods

Brought forth the cords

He must have sensed something amiss

This was no game

They wanted something from him

He must have recalled The fleeting hateful stares

But he also must have also remembered

How he played with Tyr

He would not let anything Happen to him

He must have cursed himself

For doubting his friend

For asking for Tyr's hand

But what is done is done he couldn’t go back

And now I sit and wonder

When the wolf couldn't break the cords

Did he pause?

Did Tyr know what would happen?

And offered his flesh regardless?

Or Maybe In guild for what was going to happen to his friend?

What he had caused?

There must have been A moment

When the great wolf pled

Hoping that he would be saved by his friend

Or maybe he wished for Tyr to pull back his hand?

And now I think

That when the wolf bit down

Maybe it wasn't from anger

Maybe it was from sorrow

His friend had made his choice

So maybe he bit

So the blood would hide his tears

Tyr was there

And he had betrayed him

I understand this and I understand why people would subscribe to this school of thought but I don't agree.

This, feels disingenuous. Like something we know we should do but we can't because it feels like a lie. Maybe it's just me and I need to grow up. But progress in my life doesn't really mean that I am letting go. They are Always will be my priority.

If I miss someone I will go. I have no honor in face of them. No shame. And it's true that it's important to create value through absence. But I can't create my absence because at the end of the day just want them to be happy and I can't stay away. So no hope either.

I wish someone would fight me for me.

I am loosing against myself

Someone help.

In-between calling you my moon, and admitting that you are my muse.