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like woah

leave tumblr for like a month

come back

korra, korra everywhere

fighting and in-fighting

tumblr is trapped in a storm

things will never be the same

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Skyrim

So I found this Frostflow Lighthouse.

And so I go inside like, ‘hey, what’s going on in….WHhhat oh shit.”

For some reason the quest and huge never-ending cave freaked me out.

Stuff in these games never usually freaks me out, but this, I don’t know.

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College

So this person is my assigned group is super smart and it’s awesome.

But…

They smell really bad. Like really bad. Like they’ve never even seen a shower before.

A huge brain, but poor personal hygiene. I can’t reconcile this in my mind.

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Skyrim is great, but I just miss the way glass armor and weapons looked in Morrowind.

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Elder Scrolls

So my friend was like, he will never play Bosmer cuz of the Green Pact thing. Says it’s too creepy. For the curious people, who don’t play Elder Scrolls, here is a little bit of info about the Green Pact.

“A strict code upheld by the Bosmer of Valenwood, which prohibits the use of any wood or vegetable matter of Valenwood as building materials, and requires that Bosmer be strict carnivores. This non-vegetarian practice is part of the Meat Mandate, a section of the pact that also states a Bosmer must eat his fallen enemy; this cannibalistic nature sets them apart religiously from other nations. The Bosmer allegedly made the Green Pact with Y’ffre the Forest Deity in return for Y’ffre’s patronage and perhaps protection. As a result, the Bosmer use bone, animal, and insect products widely; imported wood is used when necessary. There are also almost no cities or towns built by the Bosmer themselves. Additionally, the Green Pact made the felling of trees by anyone, foreign or native, a crime against the Bosmeri religion.”

There you have it. I italicized the bit which I’m pretty sure is what disturbs most folks, making them say they would never play Bosmer. Honestly though, I love playing Bosmer. I just can’t imagine limiting the way I play a game based on the lore behind said game. Playing a cannibal on a video game doesn’t mean you’re going to wake up wanting to eat your neighbors.

I mean, seriously, if anything should be creepy about Bosmer, it should be the Wild Hunt. That’s like, nightmares for a week.



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Woah

Something I posted has over 5000 notes.

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yeah, finally saw the Tintin movie, it was pretty awesome

yeah, finally saw the Tintin movie, it was pretty awesome

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shitty comic about my life?
sure whatever

shitty comic about my life?

sure whatever

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TIME TO TALK ABOUT EMOTIONAL STUFF

I want to talk about this song, and how much it means to me. I know it probably seems silly, but I’ve always loved the movie Aladdin, and this song, because I can relate to the character. I felt a kinship with Aladdin, I could feel where he was coming from.

I come from a poor family. Generations upon generations of poor southern working class. Farmers and coal miners and factory workers. I live with things like unemployment, food stamps, being told you can’t get sick or hurt because we can’t afford insurance. Going to college, only with a scholarship, and loans up to my ears, and facing the possibility that I might have to drop out at any time, if the money situation gets too desperate.

I’ve learned to live with these things. These aren’t problems, they are simply my life. These things aren’t why I can relate to Aladdin. Yes, of course, if someone handed me three wishes, I would wish for a better life. Who wouldn’t? However, even as naive as I am, I know better than to expect my wishes to just come true, for things to just fall into my lap. It’s not the desire for a palace that makes me relate to Aladdin. 

It’s the lyrics to this song right here, that perfectly sum up my feelings. I’ve never been called a street rat, no, but I have been told that I was nothing. ‘You came from nothing, and you’ll die as nothing.’ I know that they’re just words, and I shouldn’t let them hold power over me, but still…

It’s an awful feeling, knowing that someone can just look at your old clothes, or your used books, or the fact that I live in a trailer instead of a house, and judge me. They look at these things, and somehow, it makes me less than them. I’m not an equal, I’m not anything. I’m just some poor kid. I’m nothing.

I know I probably shouldn’t worry about the opinions of people with such poor attitudes, but I always think, maybe if they just got to know me, we could be friends. If they see me for who I really am, they would like me. And I can’t help but think of this damn song, and it’s lyrics.

If only they’d look closer…They’d find out there’s so much more to me.

That’s all I wanted to say really. I apologize for putting such a rant/pity party on the Disney tag, but I really needed to get it off my chest.

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Holy shit

That rasta science teacher post I made has like 600 notes.