Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?
Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?
Consider this your save point.
Put tumblr down, stand up, stretch, and go do the thing you planned to do. Future you will be incredibly grateful.
It's alright Dalinar, babe, he got this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- image description: A loosely scribbled and coloured comic page with several panels in four rows of the scene in Words of Radiance in which Kaladin joins the duel in the arena. The background in the panels is painetd very patchily implying the seats of the arena with half roofs offering shadow from the sun above. The first row has two panels, on the left we see an agitaed Dalinar, in his blue uniform with gold and white trimmings, as he leans forward, hands on the wall of the dueling pit in front of him, calling out "What happened to us?", "Where is our honor?". A smaller speechbubble to the side contains the words "Honor is dead". The panel to the right depicts Dalinar looking to the side to see who gave that cynical commentary. Kaladin stands there not far behind him, also in captain's uniform holding his spear and looking very grim. The next row has two smaller and on medium sized panel, they all show Kaladin from the side in profile – as Dalinar would see him. He inhales like he is fortifying himself for what comes next. On the exhale he looks down into the arena with mix of resignation and determination and utters the words "But I'll see what I can do." The speechbubble for it is already in the next panel, in which Kaladin is gazing towards us with a mournful expression as he says "If this goes poorly, take care of my men."
The third and fourth row are both each one long horizontal panel. The third row shows Kaladin as he vaults himself over the wall in the foreground. Dalinar stares at him seeming very shocked. The panel in the last row is a top down view into the arena. Kaladin stands in front of six people, four of them Shardbearers in full plate all now turning towards him. On the far left is Relis in his black plate holding a big shardblade. Adolin kneels next to him in the sand of the arena holding his broken shoulder. To his right stand Elis with a shardhammer in a grey plate, then Adrobar in a orange one with a blade. Further to the right is Jakamav in his green plate and the king's blade, Renarin standing blade- and plateless next to him.
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noted feminist loid forger chugging “respect women’s choices” juice | SPY X FAMILY
can you imagine howl coming back to the castle fully ready to Gloat to Everyone (mostly Sophie) that he had defeated the witch!! Love Me Sophie, I’m Clearly The Most Awesome How Could You Possibly Resist (in all honesty, he probably realised that witch was a decoy and returned to the castle to Complain and Moan and Demand Attention)
but when he gets back, michael slams the door open with a frantic ‘hOWL WE LOST SOPHIE SHES NOT HERE THE WITCH SAID SHE HAD MS ANGORIAN THE SEVEN-LEAGUE BOOTS ARE GONE’ and howl looks over at calcifer who has gone greenish-blue and sulky with something a little like guilt
damn it, calcifer, he thinks, only somewhat angrily. calcifer would never give up one of his own. besides, howl’s more terrified by what he’s going to do next than anything else.
‘i can’t stay,’ he says gallantly to the collection of ladies in the room, and percival. ‘i’ve got to rescue that fool sophie.’
one of the letties - honestly, howl could be bothered to figure out which one, but his mind is otherwise occupied - juts out her chin stubbornly. it must be a hatter thing, because sophie did it a lot too. ‘you’d better’, she says, and howl swallows a gulp. michael’s fearful talk of aunts suddenly seemed to make sense.
‘of course’, he tells her, his mega-watt smile snapping on for an instant. ‘won’t be long. ladies.’ he shut the door to the castle and turned around, orienting himself. he’d have to raise a wind.
Markiplier, dressed as Miguel O'Hara, was running laps around our house, to which my mother reacted with a terrified scream.
there is an IMAGE in my HEAD and i cannot DRAW IT. hatred and rage.
Just imagine being Adolin, the resident “normal dude” for a second throughout the books. Oh the crab people you were fighting ? Turns out they’re actually the native people of this world & also fucking your brother. Speaking of brothers, you have an extra one who you already have a homoerotic relationship with but that’s not that big of a deal. He’s also dead right now but he does that all the time so whatever. Your streak of bad luck with dating? Oh look you found the perfect magic wife good job. Just kidding she’s actually like 4 people & also stuck in cognitive purgatory. Also your dad is god, dead & also killed your mom but you got a message from your god-dad saying he was sorry right before he became your dead dad & honestly that’s all you really need. Also also you’re getting slutshamed by your sword, who is now your leg too.
& then you’re still just like “I’m the last normal guy in the age of the radiants”.
Brother.
At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.