My Dad Likes To Call The Stretches Of Time Where Youre Not Creatingdreaming Periods And Says That Theyre

my dad likes to call the stretches of time where you’re not creating “dreaming periods” and says that they’re meant to allow you to absorb all of the beauty, life, and inspiration from the things around you so that when you’re able to create again, you will have fanned your spark back into a flame. sometimes its hard to see those moments as anything but stagnation, but he always says that they’re natural and healthy and needed—things that should be embraced rather than feared.

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Supernatural’s Legacy: The Trauma of Silence

Understanding the unique grief of Supernatural fans, and the power of stories to liberate and to punish. [Warning: spoilers for season fifteen of Supernatural]

guys, please please read this and share everywhere you can. we need to get this message out there. we need for people to understand that it’s more than “just a ship,” it’s seeing ourselves. our voices deserve to not only be heard, but to be spoken at all.

saturday d&d tip: if you’re bummed out by all the cancellations and having to stay home (and maybe not getting to play), make yourself feel better by making a new character, like a cowboy-themed barbarian! 

And tomorrow when you’re bored again, maybe draw a picture of them. 

And the day after that you can make them a cowboy friend! 

and the day after that, envision their lives when they spend a long day steering cattle on the range and settle down by the fireside, gazing up at the stars above! 

And then the next day they continue their trek into a little bustling frontier town and have a run-in in the local saloon where the sheriff mistakes the cowboy friend for Hangin’ John, a hustler and a wanted man for the murder of Jim Coffin. The sheriff tries to lock the cowboy friend in prison but when they resist, the friend is shot in the saloon.

Your cowboy barbarian cradles their partner’s limp body, begging them to hold on. They rise with a cold look and a bloodstained shirt and challenge the sheriff to a gunfight, middle of town, high noon. The sheriff tries to bluff his way out but your cowboy won’t back down now. They’ve forgotten the five hundred head of cattle picketed outside town. All they can think of is revenge. 

They down a sarsaparilla and head out into the dusty main street, the sun burning hot overhead.

The sheriff might’ve been a good shot, but your cowboy barbarian’s the fastest draw in the West.

And the day after that, make yourself feel better by making a new character!