Spruce Grouse 🌲

i think tumblr urls in the old superwholock fandom style are like those old household appliances that got discontinued because they had asbestos or uranium or whatever in them - maybe you have a beloved cousin or old high school friend who still has a dean-and-loki-in-the-tardis and sure it's not great but what are you gonna do, make them get rid of it? come on, that's katie's url, she's had it forever, it's fine. but if you find someone that has a brand new castieldrinkingteawithsherlock then something dark is afoot. they have regulations against making any more of those. you should be able to cut tumblr users open and count their rings like trees. i bet some of you got horny reading that last sentence

Nobody:

Me the second I lay on my blanket:

“Sinking into comfort”

(Source)

yerrrrmmm

the god of death is nothing if not merciful

Here's something I haven't seen before:

A render of Millicent/Malenia's prosthesis that shows the interior of the cuff.

You can see the shoulder joint and the beginnings of a drive shaft that would operate the elbow and lower arm.

Yet again, the detail Fromsoft put into this game amazes me. This side of the model would never be visible in-game, but instead of leaving it solid gold or untextured they modeled actual mechanisms inside the shoulder.

image by zlofsky2nd on twitter

All I ask is for you to start a Cult in my name. Do we have a deal?

When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere. 

Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.

The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay. 

Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.

pov you're a gnome and meet these two 😈

when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow