Poly Ancients Post Plus Hater Post For Clotted Cream I Hate Him

New Challenge!! Is the man on my dashboard

a) Jesus Christ

b) Odysseus

c) Jayce Talis

d) Jonathan Sims

Here, have more perchance incorrect quotes

Dark Cacao Cookie: What are you two arguing about this time?

White Lily Cookie: She's always using common phrases incorrectly!

Golden Cheese Cookie: Cry me a table, White Lily Cookie.

Hollyberry Cookie: Pure Vanilla Cookie is off at an appointment, so while he's gone, I’m going to cut the sleeves off all of my shirts.

Golden Cheese Cookie: Why?

Hollyberry Cookie: They’re like 90% of my impulse control.

Golden Cheese Cookie: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Hollyberry Cookie way.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: Isn't that the wrong way? Golden Cheese Cookie: Yes, but it's faster.

Golden Cheese Cookie: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Pure Vanilla Cookie.

Hollyberry Cookie: You just said it again.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: ...

Golden Cheese Cookie: I am not a role model.

White Lily Cookie: I’m not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: *Incoherent mumbling*

White Lily Cookie: Huh?

Hollyberry Cookie: …You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?

Dark Cacao Cookie: Fake?

Golden Cheese Cookie: I have an idea.

Hollyberry Cookie: A good idea?

Golden Cheese Cookie: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

*Golden Cheese Cookie is fighting a monster*

White Lily Cookie: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Golden Cheese Cookie: The power to believe in myself!?

White Lily Cookie: No, a spear! Stab it!

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

I know we often associate the canary with Sam, but I think Collin was the canary.

From the start he was singing the dangers of the job, trying to warn off everyone else. He tried to warn them, to save everyone by destroying the servers.

In the end, no one paid any mind to his voice until it was gone and he was dead. He died caged in the thing he tried so hard to escape, like a canary taking its last breath deep below the ground caged by the rocky walls that would spell its doom no matter how hard it sang.

hey so what if third life was just an epic game of gaga ball during recess

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Encouragment for writers that I know seems discouraging at first but I promise it’s motivational-

• Those emotional scenes you’ve planned will never be as good on page as they are in your head. To YOU. Your audience, however, is eating it up. Just because you can’t articulate the emotion of a scene to your satisfaction doesn’t mean it’s not impacting the reader. 

• Sometimes a sentence, a paragraph, or even a whole scene will not be salvagable. Either it wasn’t necessary to the story to begin with, or you can put it to the side and re-write it later, but for now it’s gotta go. It doesn’t make you a bad writer to have to trim, it makes you a good writer to know to trim.

• There are several stories just like yours. And that’s okay, there’s no story in existence of completely original concepts. What makes your story “original” is that it’s yours. No one else can write your story the way you can.

• You have writing weaknesses. Everyone does. But don’t accept your writing weaknesses as unchanging facts about yourself. Don’t be content with being crap at description, dialogue, world building, etc. Writers that are comfortable being crap at things won’t improve, and that’s not you. It’s going to burn, but work that muscle. I promise you’ll like the outcome.

fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho