【Fate/sn】ログまとめ by 大賀
A Type-Moon blog mostly. Male, 19, INTJ, all that good stuff.
My issue with fear and how it is treated on this site is that, among other things, everyone seems okay with advertising their fears, but not really doing anything to overcome them.
It might be harsh, but I have very little patience for people who choose helplessness. I mean, I hate heights, but I try to go on every roller coaster possible — and it has helped me come a long way with that issue.
It is just that nothing is more confusing than the need to announce all your fears and then not pursue a remedy. It is like they are badges of honor. Another paradox of Tumblr.
I know I’m screwed in PvP when a guy has a random word, spelled correctly, with correct capitalization and no numbers for a name shows up.
The only way to get such users is if they were there at the beginning. Which means they’ve played forever.
Actually, I should find all my metas, tag them, and then reblog them to give off the illusion that I actually do stuff to newer followers. They were actually some of my more successful posts.
Maybe they won’t notice that I reblogged from myself like a hopeless nerd.
Then the plan is all coming together.
Honestly, my activity has only recently picked up with Fate information being released. About three or four months ago I was much better about putting out screenshots, metas and other stuff.
Lately it has been more of a blur between whatever is on this season combined with a little gaming and whatever the heck I feel like talking about at a given second. I was actually a little worried I might chase people off :p
I thought as much! Aaaahhh… continuity.
Its sad that I’m so lazy that I’m having a hard time motivating myself to get up from my desktop computer, relocate in my bed, only to boot up my laptop.
The fact that I manage to remain 140 lbs. is truly a genetic quality I need to find an appreciation for.
Kara no Kyoukai
Episode 1 “Overlooking View” (2007) Ufotable
“I had a dream, A dream about a dragonfly. … this dragonfly was flying around, busily. And then a Butterfly showed up. It flapped its wings as hard as it could, trying to keep up, but it was too much. In the end, it tumbled to the ground, exhausted.
If it had fluttered its wings as if it were floating, I think it could’ve stayed in the air longer, but since that butterfly knew what it was like to fly, It just couldn’t bear its lightness as a floater. That’s why it flew”