Expect reblogging from various fandoms, fanart, almost-Live-Blogging of the Les Mis brick and snapshots of irl adventures.
Happy to recieve drawing prompts - just ask away!
Im off to lake Taupo! Sadly this means no internet for me next week, unless I come across some random wifi or phone signal.
So, happy Easter to you all and I’ll see you when I return!
What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:
- I am unable to do that
- I am too stressed out to do that
- I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that
- My body will physically not allow me to do that
- I am on the verge of a panic attack
- I cannot do that
What people hear:
- I am unwilling to do that
- I am just shy
- I am overreacting
- I am lazy
- I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety
- I need a push
- I don’t want to do that
Inspired by X
Also for consideration: ‘I don’t want to/I’m unwilling to do that because I’m being brave and putting self-care higher on my list of priorities’ should be a legit thing.
INDISCRIMINATE TABLE FELLOWSHIP
"Whatever Judas’s degree of guilt and whatever his motive, it is extremely important to note that Jesus identifies his betrayer by feeding him. Not by turning over the table and casting him out. Not by tying him to his chair so he cannot carry out his plan, but by feeding him - dipping a morsel into his own cup and giving it to Judas, whose feet he has just washed.
Knowing who Judas is and what he is about to do, Jesus does not throw him out. He bathes him and feeds him, which means that Judas is never - never - excluded from the circle of friends. He is included until he excludes himself.
Jesus went on giving himself away to the one who would give him away, because his faithfulness did not depend on theirs. When he dipped the morsel in his cup and handed it to Judas, he not only revealed who Judas was, he also revealed who he was. The one who feeds his enemies - who goes on treating them as friends - loving them to the end.” | Barbara Brown Taylor
Art | Armenian miniature of the last supper found at Picasa Web
"…he not only revealed who Judas was, he also revealed who he was. The one who feeds his enemies - who goes on treating them as friends - loving them to the end.”
Can we just appreciate all the ‘Dafuq?’ expressions here? And Dori peering out from behind Dwalin like ‘Whatchoo talkin’ bout, Gandalf?’
AGH people have been being really nice lately and I CAN’T HUG EVERYONE BUT I WANT TO but I CAN draw wildly OOC* fluff SO THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING.
*I mean, assuming someone gave him dolls of his friends, he PROBABLY wouldn’t actually cuddle them. Usually. Not often, anyway. Only when he was REALLY giddied up on Liberty. Probably.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE.
(I also don’t know who made the dolls.)
we kept our secrets and rules [fullview at ao3]
(Made as part of our second miseres exchange [x], for the request “Valjean, Javert; What-If Scenario”)
Everything comes from light, and everything returns to it.
Enjolras had traversed the revolutionary apocalypse before….and would do so again. You could see it in the stifled fire in his eyes. Unafraid to meet the canon fire, rising from the ashes of one revolution to burn brightly in another, to blaze with the glorious light of the future once more.
We are entering a grave illuminated by the dawn.
(Enjolras as a phoenix - les mis fantasy week.)