#July Child

[savhudsoncloset]

savannah via instagram - june 19, 2021

she is wearing july child’s head in the clouds ring ($169)

worn with libra gris ring, cyclops ring, and limelight earrings

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift acknowledges Debut's existence tonight!

[potofsoup]

Happy 10th year of me doing this dorky comic! Hope people don't mind the fact that I haven't really dabbled in Cap stuff for a few years, except for my weird yearly July 4th ritual. On AO3 here, and tumblr tag here. (2022 was about Dobbs, 2020 was about seeing the stars, 2019 was about building new systems, 2018 was about voting, 2017 was about immigration.)

@histrionic-dragon tagged me yesterday and posted a bunch of cool links of ways to help: https://histrionic-dragon.tumblr.com/post/721837010124488704/almost-captain-americas-birthday

Rail workers paid sick leave: https://www.ibew.org/media-center/Articles/23Daily/2306/230620_IBEWandPaid

Lots of posts out there on the 2023 Minnesota legislative session, but here's the OG tumblr roundup post.

California is trying to divest its two largest pension funds from fossil fuels, but apparently today they decided to table it until next year. :/ I guess more meetings are needed! (productive ones, not ones that could have been an email.)

[mawlaeina]

BIRTHDAYS | SAGAU Childe

🍊 content: SAGAU! Childe x Reader

✦ content w: none! it’s fluff sorta

July 20.

It was the day that you looked forward the most every year.

Back then, July 20 was just the same as any other day for you—maybe another boring day of school, another day of work, or maybe even a local holiday. Whatever it was, it bored you (—unless it’s also your birthdate, I’m sorry).

That was the case until he came out.

He piqued your interest, even his story quest made you invested in him—more than you expected. You wished on his banner, joking about how you’ll get him first pull.

Your jaw drops—you got him at first pull.

You stared at the screen in disbelief—eyes glued, and jaw parted in awe as Childe came home in all his ginger glory. Eventually, you farmed enough resources so that you could main him through and through.

Moving forward to the present, you see a few tiktoks showing that other users had little to no crit rate for their damage showcases. However, that wasn’t the case for you.

Childe would always crit when you used him, especially when you played co-op with friends. Oh, how you loved it. In a way, it made you feel a bit special—though you later thought that you were just being delusional.

Then the clock struck 12am, a quick notification coming from your calendar saying that it was now July 20. You got out of bed, excitedly making your way to the kitchen with a smile as you hold a few sheets of paper and a pen in hand.

You take out a small cake from the fridge—decorated with orange frosting and a blue narwhal shaped decoration sitting at the top.

Some oranges from the nearby fruit bowl for good luck and prosperity.

A bottle of vodka and a shotglass—because you think Childe likes alcohol like a typical russian.

The mini speaker from one of the shelves so that you could play ed sheeran songs.

And lastly, his newly posted birthday art that you printed in high resolution just a few moments ago after it was posted on Genshin’s socials.

Now everything was complete. You place everything into position, lights dimmed as you used candles—the scented ones that smelled like the ocean.

It was your 4th time celebrating his birthday now, and you did this little celebration annually since his release, as if it were some kind of ritual.

Sure, it wasn’t anything too fancy, like the ones you see on social media where they fill the table to the brim for Childe’s birthday. But you were doing this out of pure love for Childe.

You set the pen and papers aside as you began to sing him a happy birthday song. You laugh awkwardly since you celebrated alone, and it wasn’t even your birthday. This was why your friends called you delusional, but you didn’t mind it—not when it made you happy, and how it was a way you could express the love you have to offer for Childe.

Now midnight had long passed, and ed sheeran was playing over the speaker. The cake had been eaten in half, an orange 3/4th finished, and the vodka nearly half. You cursed yourself for continuing to take shots earlier despite having such low alcohol tolerance.

Yet that didn’t stop you from finishing the last act of celebrating Childe’s birthday—his birthday letter.

You sat at the counter, head rested on one of your hands as your elbow sat shakily on the counter. Your other hand was busy scribbling lazily on the paper—handwriting coming off as an imitation of cursive, but it was readable still.

There were about two or more letters that you had already finished, and now you were writing another one as Photograph began to play on the speaker.

You wrote, and wrote, and wrote.

Expressing your heart out in sweetness, bitterness, and affection, all directed towards Childe alone. You wrote about your days and experiences after the last celebration of his birthday—you were writing to him as if he were real.

You finished the last letter, ending it with your signature. You sighed before chuckling sadly, knowing that the letters won’t reach him—and if they do, you knew he might not acknowledge them.

You were lovesick for someone who wasn’t real, someone who doesn’t share the same skies as you do.

On the other hand, inside one of the homes of Snezhnaya. Childe is woken up on his birthday by Teucer, who shakes him in excitement, reminding him that it was his birthday today. Childe smiled at his younger brother, ruffling his hair as he says that he’ll come down in five minutes to celebrate his birthday with his family—he needed some sleep, he had just returned home after a fatui mission after all.

Teucer agrees and exits Childe’s room, and finally the ginger makes a move. He sits up and stretches lightly, ruffling his hair a bit as he lightly pinches the bridge of his nose. He makes it a mental note to keep the promise he made with Teucer to go ice fishing the other day.

He sighs before he glances at his pillow. He wonders if there would be letters today as well since it was his birthday.

Ever since he started to receive letters under his pillow from his 21st birthday (2021) from an unknown person, he began to receive them annually. The number of letters always gradually increasingly, and always coming from the same person.

He remembered that he tried to track the sender of the letter down, only to come to a dead end every time. Eventually, he just found himself looking forward to receiving them, ocassionally reading them from time to time during his breaks.

Maybe it came from you? The one from across the screen?

He sees you, yet he can’t seem to communicate with you. He hears you as well, and he can’t help but recall the sounds you make when you have your little victories with him after boss fights.

He initially gave it some thought, and later came to a conclusion that maybe it did come from you—since you rarely ever come online when it’s his birthday, but when you do it’s usually at the last remaining hours of the day.

He slides a hand under the pillow, almost immediately feeling what seemed to be like three or five sets of letters. He chuckled quietly to himself as he took them out, revealing an actual number of 6 letters.

He reads them one by one, laughing a bit every now and then from the jokes you made, confused at some of the ‘references’ that you made—who was ed sheeran?

Then, there’s the part where you wrote down about how you felt towards him. His smiles fade into a poker face as he reads them with an unreadable expression—he’s unsure of what he’s supposed to feel.

He doesn’t think that he shares the same feelings that you had for him, at least, that’s what he believes. All that he knows is that you’re worlds different from him—existentially speaking. So, he’s never thought about it in the first place.

He’s thought of you as a comrade more than anything else.

Yet the letters he receives from you never fails to include such feelings—the same love and affection directed towards him, all written differently over the years.

“Ajax!” He heard his mother call him from downstairs, it seemed like they were growing a bit impatient. He looked at the clock on the wall, finally realizing it had been more than 5 minutes as he’d been busy reading your letters.

“Coming!” He responds plainly before he lets out a small yawn.

He stands up from the bed and leaves it in its messy glory as he approached a wooden box that sat idly on the nearby shelf.

He opens the box, revealing all the other letters that he received from you since his 21st birthday. He stores the newly received letters on top of the others, stacking them neatly so that it doesn’t look as messy as his bed.

There were now 15 letters in the box, and in his mind he was still counting.

He closes the lid as he took out a shirt from the closet, putting it on before he exits his room.

He somehow feels guilty, or rather he feels weirdly uneasy that he can’t return the favor nor your feelings. He silently hopes that you’d grow out of it, that it’ll pass in the end.

Yet a part of him also doesn’t want that to happen. He’s somehow conflicted.

He temporarily pauses in front of the window across his bedroom door. He looks up at the sky, fully knowing that celestia isn’t quite real—that it only existed in this confined world that he was living in.

He wished maybe the skies that you had in yours were brighter, fresher (and doesn’t lag).

Childe proceeded to walk away from the window and towards the stairs. A little smile plastered on his face as he comes down to greet his large family. He opens his arms as they swarm him with a loving hug.

He began to think.

Maybe it would be nice if you were here too.

✦ “delusional” oh you mean mentally unstable ^v^?

✦ childe it’s fine if you don’t love me back, i have enough love for the both of us TwT <3

✦ is it obvious that he’s my comfort character? what an odd guy, idk how he became my comfort character (i love him)

✦ he’s ed sheeran of Snezhnaya, change my mind

✦ i’m too emotionally invested in him, help

✦ btw that little ritual is personal experience, i do it every year for him and i’ll do it this year too :)

[mr--spock]

"Strange hand."

[firestorm09890]

Ienzo the Liar

[sonyaheaneyauthor]

28th July 2014 in Luhansk Oblast, Ukraine: A boy plays in front of a destroyed building in the first year of the russian invasion.

[wack-wizard]

Luce and friends travel all around on their pilgrimage journey, including visiting Teocalli, Residential Schools, and Jerusalem!

Finished piece

[wangxianficrecs]

I'll grow you a garden (in my fortress of stone) by Lyna_Mei

I’ll grow you a garden (in my fortress of stone)

by Lyna_Mei

M, WIP, 16k, Nie Mingjue/Wei Wuxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian finds himself in the Unclean Realm. Nie Mingjue finds himself wanting to keep him. The world around them finds the situation strange but it doesn't really matter. Or Everything could be completely different if Wei Wuxian's intelligence and skills were recognised and valued. Well, not absolutely everything, but most things certainly could. Kay's comments: I am currently so blessed because all my favourite writers are updating multiple WIPs and keeping me well-fed. Lyna_Mei is offering another little treat for me, a little guilty pleasure, a Nie Mingjue/Wei Wuxian story where, when Wei Wuxian gets whipped and kicked out of Lotus Pier by Madam Yu, Nie Mingjue is the one who finds him and decides to keep him, especially after it becomes evident, just what a treasure Wei Wuxian and his genius intellect are. Not for fans of the Jiang Family and also not for people who can't stomach Wangxian not being together, but for everyone else, this is a great story and you should check it out! It's also The Untamed canon, which of course makes Nie Mingjue a lot more softer/flexible than he was in the novel. Excerpt: "I am certain there were eyewitnesses," Nie Mingjue said, stopping Wei Wuxian's thoughts. There were, but two Jin disciples that were there would never go against their sect leader's nephew and Yu-furen wouldn't even want to hear about village boys. Who were a pair of commoners compared to disciples of a great sect? His head started to hurt at some point. He wanted this conversation to end and Nie Mingjue to leave or make him leave or something. Whatever. Just some quiet and peace would be nice. "Nie-zongzhu," he started firmly, "respectfully, I am a disciple that was thrown out of my sect for a serious transgression against a fellow disciple from another sect. There is no one who would tell you otherwise. Please, let this matter be." Nie Mingjue clearly didn't appreciate his advice. His anger became palpable in the room, though he tried to control himself while speaking. "What are you trying to achieve, you foolish boy? I know you haven't lied to me!"

pov wei wuxian, pov nie mingjue, canon divergence, the untamed compliant, cultivation sect politics, nie mingjue/wei wuxian, mingxian, past child abuse, hurt wei wuxian, injury recovery, inventor wei wuxian, genius wei wuxian, not jiang family friendly, somebody lives/not everybody dies, slow burn, age difference

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[providence-park]

Stanley Tucci as Paul Child

JULIE & JULIA

2009 | Dir. Nora Ephron

[0yorixu]

chilumi....the ship that got me into shipping

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift FORGETS evermore's name after sitting down on the evermore piano tonight:

''So folklore actually has a um…. a sister album… I'm gonna say I'm proud of that one.''

(July 27, 2024)

[moonshynecybin]

your post about assen 2015 reminded me. the way current marc would NEVERRRR let that maybe slip (until like several months later at some random interview being like ‘yeah i lied i was pissed :3’) like… trulyyyyyy so much comes back to 2015/post sepang trauma. genuinely a marc marquez nexus event

it literally DID remind me of that quote i pulled yesterday from marc about the pecco alex aragon thing where he was like look ive been there ive had a mic shoved in my face while i was steamed postrace and ive said the wrong thing... like idk in assen hes TRYING to neutralize the potential quote and the perception of a feud BUT hes upset about not getting the win and he lets his mouth run away from him. while VALE knows enough (and maybe still likes marc enough) to keep his mouth SHUT. and marc i think begins to learn this lesson hereeeee

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A young bootblack plying his trade near Trinity Church, July 25, 1924.

Photo: Lewis W. Hine via the LoC

[unwelcomeoutside]

I am god and I must ask any of you are you gae?

[cowardlycowboys]

I actually gave birth to all my American girl dolls they are my genuine daughters