#My Texts

[ba1laur]

i knew about the hero of time grave theory in twilight princess but what i didnt know prior to playing it myself was that location is also part of a puzzle. you arent supposed to think too hard about it because its a video game with video game logic but i cant help picturing link on his death bed coughing blood asking his old friend zelda to turn his grave into a contraption as a final wish before dying

[yourpammeeh88]

Busca cualquier pretexto y háblame.

[sadinjuly]

Stop checking on them, they don’t miss you

[ehe-ttenandayo]

Me: Oh, nice, epilogue time, probably some Gaming ft. his family some furniture as a reward and that's it.

The epilogue: Navia, Clorinde, Furina, fontainians falling for tourist traps, Zhongli teasing, Hu Tao smelling bs, AND THE DRAGON LADLE.

This was arguably the best way to call us back to Fontaine. Neuvillette rerun when.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Mohmoud darwish// Hozier

[odesofmeddea]

when i think about how sam named his son dean ii i remember what jenny diplacidi wrote in her book on gothic incest about names being duplicated and passed onto progeny as an indication of incestuous threat and how the narrative of overlapped names in the show (samuel and deanna, married, sam and dean, brothers existing in enmeshment, sam who had lost his brother dean, assumed dead, seeping into his lover amelia who had lost her husband don, assumed dead, sam and his son, dean ii) suggests an explicit variation of such haunting. it is a story clipped half-lived. there's no consolation to it, only re-enactment: two people loved each other and lost each other untime, and their namesakes or namesaked scions came forth to propagate that loss and resuscitate it again in all-conceivable but consistently affiliated forms. sam loses dean terminally and then conjures, recreates, and seeks his brother in other attainable (sublimated) forms of continuation, not allowing him to get eradicated from the memory of the earth: dean loved his brother sammy to whom he was also a mother, and sam loved his brother dean so much he had rebegotten him. it is a somewhat uncomfortable thought - that he cradled and fed and bathed and played with his son, as though repaying his brother for the nurture received in his own childhood, and as though appeasing his old and atavistic urge to become the proper, right father (or husband, where dean is the reification of motherly functions) to his ill-fated brother who yielded all his childhood, life, and malformed dreams for him, who has never been loved enough and never the exact way that sam wished he'd been. that is, living vicariously through things that he never got to live with dean. there's an immense tenderness to it. and a very deep, morbid sense of eerie, because he has never fallen out of love and, instead, projected his permanent loss, i.e., projected dean, onto his household and robbed them of their independent self-substantiated meaning. dean ii is his own person... but with an innate another dean-adjacent, dean-prolonging reason of existing in the first place.

[marry-me-mello]

unhinged conversations with my friend

[ba1laur]

currently rewatching ninjago. fascinated by coles struggles with sexual identity.

[sadinjuly]

Imagine being in someone’s scenario they make up in their mind at night

[ehe-ttenandayo]

Neuvillete wearing a shirt that says "I'm not the stepdad. I'm the dad that stepped up".

Furina sighing heavily.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Emails to my girlfriend as the world's stupidest simpiest most heart eyed loverboy

[odesofmeddea]

when i point out things like manipulation coercion emotional abuse etc etc. in samdean purview i don't imply a condemning connotation behind these terms, by the way, and i don't see the mutual abuse that both sam and dean occasionally enact upon each other as something that contorts the situated power dynamic.

i.e. when dean controls sam or robs him of his agency i don't immediately insinuate sam's position to be that of the unilateral victim - although he technically is, in some ways, dean's victim, there's always a spatial permit in letting him construe and reciprocate the damage received in his own way. when he abuses dean and is objectively verbally cruel or denigrating towards him, he's as much of a wounder and a manipulator and a jealous appropriator - in cases where he wants dean entirely and only to himself. the appropriation and possessiveness go as far as torturing other beings or corrupting a human soul, planning on murdering benny or killing dean's biological daughter from another woman, the daughter and benny being a threat to his position of the primal importance in his brother's life, thus robbing dean of any alternative. sam does, in fact, have this sadistic faculty reared and nurtured in him, the very faculty that s1-9 he would often resort to when forced or provoked and is otherwise rendered defenseless.

it's different from when i say that john ruined dean and mean it not in a neutral uncritical way, because john as a father was omnipotent in relation to his sons, and he abused that power ghastly for his own convenience. it's different from when i assert that lucifer mentally and sexually tortured sam for eons and has broke and rebroke his extant already-whacked personality, adding trauma on trauma, simply because he enjoyed demolishing him. with sam and dean, however detriment, there's always another basis of evaluation because there's a different nucleus of emotional input and intent that in its provenance is not manichean but instead very deeply human and therefore must be a panoply of manifestations, moral or not, logical or inadequate, often irrationally both. oh. they're also in love with each other, so the question of split-up is factually out of the equation and is not a desirable solution for their ongoing conflict.

[crystalsenergy]

You are not your emotions.

Your emotions fluctuate and are a tool of your Being to indicate how you feel about something, helping you act accordingly.

When we combine the awareness of what we feel (anger, fear, aversion, love, indifference, a sense of injustice, rejection) with the understanding that what we feel is not who we are, but rather what we are experiencing at the moment, we realize that emotions are simply indicators, labels, states.

And for that reason, they can and should be used for our growth.

Anger can fuel action. Fear can prompt us to reflect on why we are not moving forward or taking action (often, what we fear is exactly where we should go or what we should do), and so on.

From the perspective that every astrological movement can help us advance in self-awareness,

may the astrological movements discussed in previous posts (Aries Full Moon) help you walk the path of self-perception, even if negative emotions arise.

Embrace them, acknowledge them.

Don’t let them control you, but also don’t try to control them. It’s not about domination; it’s about integration, release, and learning. Integrate the emotion.

Understand what it’s conveying. Then release it. After all, it is not you.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Tumblr, stop showing me sex ads. I know there’s desperate sluts in my area.

I HAVE A MIRROR

[ba1laur]

the way grown ass people treat and talk to kids and young artists on the internet has been driving me insane lately because whenever i see someone under like the age of 17 post art the responses are always stuff like "what the... no way! so young... i will never be this good... i have to kill myself !" all verbatim. this appears to be quite normal. and it shouldnt be i think im gonna say out loud that i find those comments immature and annoying and rude and unfunny and weird and really uncomfortable. i wish more people were more mindful of how they speak to children on the internet. at least do it privately and not in their faces idk. have some shame. grow a bone. pick up a pen

[tsunaki]

Sleepyhead

Tiny fluff for @spirit-of-the-hollow, you didn't request any character in specific, so I took the liberty of doing some CharliexVaggie. Hope you like it.

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Charlie woke up shaking, were the nerves from the fight still running in her veins? Or was she simply cold because Vaggie had stolen the comforter in her sleep, again? She tries to recover her half of the warm bedding without disturbing the sleeping warrior. But alas, her grip is as fierce as her personality. How she does that in her sleep amazes her every time.

In the midst of her unproductive attempts, somehow, she managed to free her girlfriends' hair from the blanket cocoon. Giving up on going back to sleep, she decided to take a tiny little, harmless revenge on her unsuspecting sleeping beauty.

"Vaggie? If you don't wake up, I'm going to mess with your hair"

Sleepy groans and mumbles are her only reply. With the angel still blissfully sleeping, Charlie got her hands busy. Carefully combing the long threads, slim fingers separating locks for her to gently braid. Oh! What if she included some ribbons? Maybe she could even try to do a bun or two? Vaggie would look gorgeous anyway. She couldn't wait for Vaggie to wake up and see her handy work.