Woke up this morning with the drive to put stuff up on Etsy. Go me.
“monsters don’t sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head.”
I don’t ever reblog, but this wins.
There is a Beast inside your head. The Beast tells you the bad things that you fear. The Beast tells you not to try, because, in its own way, the Beast is trying to save you. The Beast doesn’t want you to get hurt by others. The Beast doesn’t want you to fail. So the Beast tells you, “Don’t go out with your friends. Don’t try. Don’t do that thing you wanted to do.”
You have to love the Beast, and ignore it.
So my other site (my more personal blog) was hacked somehow, and someone installed phishing software on it. I don’t know how, I don’t know when this happened, but I got an email from my webhost telling me they’d shut me down for phishing.
I guess I’ll have to be more careful from now on. : (
I have weird feelings about seeing Avengers stuff everywhere, because for a long time it’s been hammered into me that the Main Antagonist’s name is something that should be replaced with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named (Laufey’s Son).