#I'm gonna be 24 soon

[thilsworld]

[Oct 18th 2024]

Just once can I remember to write here every day for at least 1 week in a row? Probably not lol

A while ago a bunch of kpop albums arrived at my place that I had ordered with online friends together to save on shipping, and now that everything has been unboxed and sorted I finally got to packing everyone's items. Idk why, but I just love packaging things. It's very peaceful.

I also got an email from my goverment appointed youth guidance person for disability aid. Since I'm currently unable to work we had talked about me doing something like a volunteering gig or a weekly activity at a community center or something of the sort. Turns out a community center a little bit away from me is starting a weekly creative space for people with disabilities or mental health issues who want to engage with other people in a safe space under guidance. And since I love to paint and draw, my goverment person thought this was perfect for me so she sent me info about it. And well... It IS perfect for me. Hopefully.

In 2 weeks I'm gonna find out if it really is cause I'll meet with the person organising it to see if they can offer what I'm looking for. I'm really nervous but also very excited. It's getting a bit lonely at home with just my mom and only seeing a friend once every few months. I need something to leave the house for.

Speaking of leaving the house, I actually went to an aquarium 2 days ago! I've been recovering from the exhaustion ever since I got back which is why I haven't written about it yet. I'll probably sit down and write about it tomorrow. If I remember 🤭

For now here's 2 pictures from 2 days ago:

Okay time for 3 positive things about today!

My mom made freshly baked pizza for dinner!

After lunch Storm came to sit on my lap and started kneading on my sweater while purring like crazy 🥺

A singer that I really like, Rosé, dropped a new song with Bruno Mars and it's so much fun. Go check out Apt! I'm gonna link it in the post for you

[lilithofpenandbook]

My sympathy for Snape in POA has gone a hundred times up now that my shitty grandmother is potentially going to be using our house as an inn

[fullbrave]

employment jelly really is that bitch

[aprilblossomgirl]

-- Jojo Tichakorn twitter post 26.11.2024 with Winny & Satang: Waiting to welcome the prince.

[dukeofthomas]

THE VOICES

[laylakeating]

hello tumblrinas i'm back and better than ever has anyone watched my lady jane

[technologyvoid]

Can I tell you about the guy

My favourite guy

Such a guy

Guy

(This too is poetry)

#Can you tell I'm sleepy

That is indeed poetry

I would love to hear about the guy

[guinevereslancelot]

just wrapped the first christmas present of the year ❤️

[cxtori]

god gave me an easily distracted mind because he knew i’d be far too powerful if he didn’t

if i could focus and finish my wips like i want to, it’d be over for y’all. and we just can’t have that



[astersatdawn]

FFXIV Write Day 6: Halcyon

“What are you doing?”

Azem looks up at him, their eyes dancing with that bottomless sense of mirth. “Is it not obvious? I’m making flower crowns.”

They present the flowers to them then, pretty little things Emet-Selch could not name even if he tries. He knows he’s seen some of them before, their depictions classic in literature, with their gentle white petals or bright sunshine hues, but there are many others that he doesn’t. Unusual multi-colored leaves attached to the stems of gentle cool-toned flowers, some with petals more geometric than round. 

“Do you even know what flowers you’re working with? They could be poisonous.”

They laugh, though Emet-Selch would not know if it was they had caught his ignorance or if it was that Azem, as always, charged ahead despite the dangers without a care. “Only one way to find out.”

And before he can protest, they reach for a disorganized pile, pull something out of it, and plop it on his head.

He sputters, reaching for the apparently finished crown Azem had been hiding, because of course they were, but doesn’t remove it from his head. “I wasn’t aware I was summoned to be a test subject.”

“A test subject, and company,” Azem’s grin, somehow, broadens, as they resume weaving the stems together with practiced movements. “It’s been a while since we’ve been able to see each other.”

The tone shift is jarring, the wistfulness in their tone almost unexpected. The words are a gentle punch that has him slumping beside them. 

It’s true that it has been some time since they had seen each other. Things have been busier as of late. Azem was out on adventures, as always, and some of the others among the convocation had been sent away from Amarout for miscellaneous tasks. 

Some might call it fortuitous that his responsibilities had sent him Azem’s way, for once, though Emet-Selch would vehemently protest and insist the universe was playing some sick joke on him instead. Truly, the others underestimated Azem’s penchant for trouble, somehow doubling whenever he was in the vicinity. 

“Do you think the three of us will see each other again?” Azem whispers, enough that Emet-Selch has to strain to hear it. 

“It wouldn’t take much to get Hythlodaeus here,” Emet-Selch murmurs. 

Azem laughs, but there’s something about it that’s off. Like a cry, squashed away and hidden away. The stem between their hands snaps, and Azem stares down at their hands forlornly. “Maybe it wouldn’t have, once.”

“We’ll be together again,” he insists, setting his hand on their shoulder. The touch is enough invitation for Azem to lean over, into him, bonelessly collapsing in a way that he was all too familiar with. In seconds, their head is in his lap, and his fingers are now in their hair, playing with it with practiced ease. The flowers Azem had been weaving fall away, some rolling back onto the ground while others cling to their robes and tuck themselves within the folds of the fabric. 

There’s something soft and torn in Azem’s gaze as they look up at them. Their hand, now free of flowers, rises to trace his jaw and settle on his cheek. All the joy Emet-Selch is used to seeing on Azem’s face is gone, as if it had never been there at all. 

“Not for many more lifetimes,” they say, mourning, and Emet-Selch’s own heart sinks deeper and deeper with the weight of it. “I won’t regret it, but I am sorry, my dearest Hades.”

“Thalia? What are you—”

“You can’t hold onto me forever. It’s time to wake up now.”

As if a spell is cast, his gray robes shift to imperial black, white gloves distance him from the softness of Azem’s hair, and he can feel their solid weight against him fading away. 

“Thalia, wait.” He grasps her wrist, he blinks, and they—she flinches when his hand tightens its grip. Those damn eyes of hers are wide, the exact same shade of violet, made brighter by the light of the Rak’tika Greatwood. “What were you doing?” 

“I…” the Warrior of Light clears her throat. “I was just getting this out of your hair.”

As if proving her point, she rubs the stem of a leaf between the fingers of her captive wrist.

“Why bother with such a paltry detail?” He snaps. 

Ellida is silent for a long moment, her expression shifting only into a deeper frown. 

“I was surprised to see you asleep,” she says instead of any meaningful answer. 

He scoffs, drops her wrist. Truthfully, he doesn’t know if he wants the answer himself, at this point. She had ripped him away from that moment of peace so long ago, tainted the memory with her very existence. No answer would satisfy him—there was simply no excuse that made her action so forgivable. 

“Am I not allowed a moment of rest? I certainly thought you and yours would have preferred I kept my distance.” 

She puts more space between them, now that the choice is hers. “We do.”

“Well then, go make some distance, for however long you can.” He waves her off. “Do you not have better things to do, hero?” 

She’s staring at him. It’s uncanny, how long her gaze lingers, as if she sees something he doesn’t. Her lips are pressed together, something thoughtful in the lines of her face. Whatever had her attention drops away with a quiet sigh.

“Yes, I do.” Even so, she hesitates. “Will you be alright?”

“Excuse me?”

“I—” she shakes her head. “Nevermind.” 

Without another word, she’s marching off, leaving behind a moment that, Emet-Selch knows, is best forgotten. 

[tittyinfinity]

My mother confuses the fuck out of me

[megaawkwardhuman]

help I have too many ideas

OK SO I love to make kandi and I've already made two other kandi sets for ships I like sooo I wanna make an ineffable husbands set to round out the big three

now the way I make my ships sets I make two charaiter specific kandi then a single that represents the ship itself using a quote from the show

but here's the thing I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS sooooo I'm letting tumblr decide my fate

note if you wanna give me a suggestion: the quote can't be too long cuz it still has to fit around my wrist

I tested all of these out and they do fit with all of us against all of them being the longest soooo I'd say roughly 30 character limit and that includes spaces cuz I need to put a bead in between each word

plz reblog I seriously need help deciding :]

[coldasyou]

not to overshare on main but I DID download a dating app impulsively and ended up getting a few matches which has done wonders for my self esteem but anyway I just...idk I just feel so stupid about everything and not sure where to start I just feel like I’m so behind everyone else my age in regards to dating even though I know I’m no the only one Anyway

[gluskincasual]

Aywin the Half-Elf for @foxieflower

[mofffun]

Is humanity ready for New Visual!Kaguragi and Rita in-suit+helmet off though

[musical-chick-13]

The constant mental tension between, “Please tell me you won’t hate me if I make bad art” and “Asking for reassurance can be a compulsion.”