#and for all intents and purposes being completely supportive but always leaves me feeling a little empty :/

[longtallglasses]

don't leave this in the tags...

#it's a shitty realization#it makes me think of the relational concept of bids#which is basically attempts to create a moment of connection between two people#for example something as simple as 'look there's a squirrel outside!'#if the person takes up the bid then they'll come over and look and you have a moment of connection together#but it's not uncommon for people to reject the bid (even without meaning anything bad) - 'i'm busy right now' etc#sometimes just straight up ignoring and not answering at all#and when they studied this relationships where the partner(s) ignored bids more often were more likely to break up#(or something close to that don't quote me on the details)#as autistics our bids often get ignored or not fully met (not matching the level of importance we give something)#due to various reasons such as ppl being annoyed with us; not understanding us; not caring about the same things; etc#sharing about a special interest is especially ripe for this bc we care so so much about it and most people care very little or just#a normal amount#they also may be interests that aren't as socially acceptable#so we can get brushed off or not really engaged with about this thing we LOVE and base our lives around#and that feeling of subtle rejection from those bids really adds up over time#autism#actuallyautistic#mf musings#military ment#squirrel ment

via @mindflamer

I think special interests are great but also no one talks about how isolating they can be sometimes. like it’s so hard for me to comprehend sometimes that most people aren’t interested in this one specific thing that literally shapes my life… they fundamentally cannot understand how or why it means so much to me and moreover they don’t care. like why am I crying over the fact that one person isn’t as into 18th century military history as I am. this is so humiliating

[neonvqmpire]

we need to talk about how close aziraphale actually was to saying no to the metatron after the kiss and why:

he's extremely conflicted and keeps looking out of the window to crowley in the car.

he previously said "nothing last forever" when crowley told him that he cant leave the bookshop (crowley also meant "you cant leave me"; the bookshop is a metaphor for their lives on earth for him) and he states exactly this as the first objection here. obviously the metatron shuts it down by appointing muriel as the next owner of the shop.

now he's stuck between wanting to be with the being he loves & who he now knows loves him back and his deep inner need/duty to do good. crowley's confession and kiss clearly made him question his decision and change his mind because here is when he actually decides for both.

you can see how he does not want to join heaven alone. he keeps looking out the window when asked if he needs anything to take with him.

he desperately needs crowley there but he can not have him so he lies and says no.

i this moment he tries to say no to heaven one last time. he starts saying "i think i-" and then looks out to crowley one last time. he's really considering crowleys offer here. i think the decision that he makes instead is actually FOR crowley as well.

he decides to join heaven not as he was previously convinced by the metatron to do good and rule together with crowley (which he did not want to do) but instead to go and keep a close eye on heaven FOR crowley.

aziraphale isnt stupid, he remembers what crowley said about heaven being toxic.

i think the confession and kiss makes him question heaven. crowley, who fell for asking questions made aziraphale question heaven too. something that he was always too scared to do. he has started to rebel in his head. he realised that something has to be up with heaven/the metatron bc they offered him the position. he decided to go but with a completely different purpose than before. 

he puts on a smile and it seems fake because it is. he wants to appear like he hasn't just fundamentally changed his position and decided to go against the one force who he was always afraid of yet dependent on. 

this is sth extremely relatable to someone who is queer and autistic and was raised by very conservative family members. even the thought of supporting queer people felt rebellious, terrifying but also extremely exiting and powerful because i knew it was the right thing to believe. 

aziraphale was being so brave here. he saw a glimpse of the life he wants and can have and choose to join heaven anyway to fight for this life. he is convinced it will not be possible for them to be together if heaven is still kicking about and making him feel powerless and scared. he wants to secure their future by changing or possibly even destroying the system from the inside out. 

unfortunately he didn't have time to tell crowley about his change of intention and i think it really breaks his heart. crowley would probably not understand it anyway. they still have a lot to work through and learn but ultimately they will find each other again. they always do.

i am so so interested to see where and how they meet again in s3, if we get it. after everything i just really want them to be happy and to spend their eternity together. they deserve it after all they went through.

[zivazivc]

I'm gonna take some time to digest and think about that comic before I come to a decision. The decision being whether to continue to support you or just leave you be.

If I decide to leave you be, just know that there are no hard feelings, okay?

You are on anon so I don't know if this is someone who I've talked to before, but either way, yes, no hard feelings. I completely understand. It's the internet, anyone can unfollow anyone for any reason, but also I know this is an uncomfortable topic and even triggering to some, and some people are just not here for that. I was contemplating posting it for a while for this reason.

I do kinda want to point out that the purpose was/is not to fetishize a relationship with a minor and I will never fetishize or glorify that ever. It's wrong and unhealthy even if there's no malicious intent present. (am pointing it out because I got a bunch of asks about it and I'm 🧍) But this is fiction, and I portrayed the scenes the way that I did mainly because I made the comic from Floyd's perspective and I wanted to get in his head and show what exactly he was feeling in that moment. If the end result makes you feel uncomfortable or "flustered" (I don't think I'm using the right English word) in a certain icky way, that was kind of the point and I believe should be a normal reaction from an adult.

I spent my high school years (normally 15-19yo, but it was more like 14-22+) living in a dorm in the country's capitol and I attended a vocational school for visual arts that is pretty notorious for having a drug problem (I'm talking about mostly weed) and being full of weirdos (students free and comfortable expressing themselves and experimenting with expressing themselves but weirdos is the used term lol). The dorm is also located very near the city's subcultural center (look up Ljubljana Metelkova if you want, it's kind of what I imagine the underground scenes the bandmates visit looking like) which is like a hangout place for subcultures like punks and metalheads and the lgbtq. Anyway coming from living my whole life in a rural village where I still played with toys to somewhere like that was an insane shock to me. I sometimes felt like a toddler around young adults in a big city. And it was whiplash for many other teens too, some of whom quickly fell into bad crowds and spiraled, often those who came from bad home situations or controlling parents (heck some even came from elementary schools already doing problematic things). The amount of rumors of things happening in that dorm and school (drugs, sex, messing around with older teens/adults, whatever)... (I'm not saying it was like a concerning percentage of students but it was happening) Some of these people who made some bad choices were and some still are my friends, some of whom still struggle with some things today and it's heartbreaking.

Anyway where I was going with this is that in high school I was always kind of the anti all of that (to the point it had the opposite effect on me where I didn't even try out the normal teenage things) and just thinking "what the fuck is wrong with these people?" And recently, when my headcanons for Floyd started going in the direction that they have, I started wondering the same thing. Just not in a judgemental way this time. More like I want to dissect this situation carefully and understand it from everyone's perspective and see what lead up to it. I've always been very fascinated by morally gray and dark fiction for this reason and this is right up that alley.

So yeah, this isn't for everyone, and I can't hold a grudge if anyone unfollows me for it. But what I'm doing here is inspired a lot by real life situations and my weird deep dives into articles about trauma and its effects (also pretty sure I'm also processing some of my own personal emotions through these blorbos but I am not going into that), and I feel like I'm taking a pretty realistic approach to it (if you ignore the fact that this is fucking Trolls). I'm just slowly exploring how a relationship between a teen who comes from a sheltered almost cultish upbringing (pop trolls live in a concentration camp and are dealing with the horrors by singing and enjoying every minute of their every day like life is a ticking time bomb) and a young adult who never got a chance to grow up because he never experienced a childhood and is suddenly being liked by someone for the first time in his life (I'll talk more about Les some other time), would develop into hopefully something okay for both of them. Because I do want them to both be okay in the end. And I'm sharing some of my brainworms online for anyone who's interested. I just can't share ALL of my brain worms and sometimes I forget that people don't have a view of what's going on in my head. Yeah... This answer became long for no other reason except that I can't sleep because I posted that comic, damn. That's what I get for dropping that bombshell on top of what was mostly fun "comedic" posts about the AU so far.

[frazzledsoul]

The thing about S6 Jess Mariano is that there is simultaneously too much of him and not enough.

I've been watching old episodes recently because of a story I've been writing on and off for a week, and I don't think people truly appreciate the amount of set-up that went into Jess's scenes in The Real Paul Anka. In this show, there are supporting cast members who almost never get scenes of their own outside of interacting with the girls and various townies. I think Paris has exactly one scene that doesn't involve Lorelai or Rory. Dean has a handful. Sookie has just one off the top of my head. I believe Logan has one as well. All of these people were on the show far, far longer than Jess was. It seems only Luke, Lane, and Jess have a lot of scenes with characters other than Lorelai and Rory...and in season 6, Jess has not been seen for two years and has not been a main cast member for three. We get an introduction to his place of work, he has interactions ALONE (!) with his friends/coworkers, we get an extended sequence where he explains to Luke how exactly his job works and where he lives, he has significant interactions with both Luke, April, and Rory, and closes out the last we see of his relationship with Luke in the OS on a good note. None of the other love interests get this, because while we spend more time with them, they are not developed as individuals outside of Rory. Dean is the good boyfriend who unexpectedly leads Rory into an affair and who we last see chafing at her desire to leave him behind, while Logan is the rich, dangerous boyfriend who entices Rory into the elitist world that Lorelai sought to escape from and who will eventually lead her astray because he is unable to escape from his father's expectations, forcing Rory to repeat the life patterns of her mother (God, I hate the AYITL ending. It blows). Jess is his own person, whose existence is not completely defined by Rory, but who eventually inspires her to seek out the path that she wants by virtue of his own example. And at the end of the story, he is the one door left open, the one person who is working with her on her goals and is still involved with her life.

(This is why I chafe when people say Jess wasn't endgame, even after all of these years. One of the last things ASP said about a follow-up is that she was going to chase Milo and Alexis down and make them do it. Her intentions were pretty obvious, even for those of us like me who don't necessarily hate Logan).

What's so great about S6 Jess is that almost all of the stuff that made him a terrible boyfriend and such a damaged, tortured character during his original run on the show has been smoothed over. He meets Rory on her terms and makes plans at her convenience: he acknowledges her discomfort: he is far more concerned with her than busting the chops of her boyfriend (although that part is clearly fun, too). He's considerate, social, a person who makes plans and follows up on them. He's confident yet self-effacing: when Rory is found to be using him, he reminds her of the boundary she's crossed yet doesn't lash out. It doesn't change his feelings overall: she isn't choosing him at the time being, but he still cares about her. Even though we leave him with a broken heart, we know he's got a life beyond her, something he didn't have when we last saw him in season 3 and season 4. He has friends, a purpose, a respected place in his community: he will be okay. It's a better place than we leave Dean and likely a better place than we leave Logan in AYITL. He will be okay.

I'm of the mind that Jess's participation in the last season of the OS has less to do with the writing team changing (although I don't think Milo was particularly keen on working with the new guys, either) and more to do with what else Milo was working on at the time. Heroes was a huge, huge deal when it first came out and networks aren't always amenable to lending out their actors to work for their competitors. I just don't think it was possible for Jess to show up no matter who was writing that season. I do occasionally wonder what the S7 writers would have done with him. It doesn't escape my scrutiny that the show skips the actual Christmas holiday because Rory was in London, because Jess almost certainly would have traveled to Stars Hollow to visit his mom and newborn sister and comfort his depressed uncle. There certainly were a lot of uses for him that had nothing to do with Rory.

AYITL Jess is of course more or less the same, only with bigger arm muscles and some of the edges smoothed out: the main difference is that we see he's been more or less accepted into the Gilmore/Danes clan and is a more active support system for Luke and his mother.

At this late stage in the game, I'm not expecting or wanting a follow-up and I think odds are very much against there ever being one. I do wish that knowing that AYITL was all there was that they had given us more time with Jess (if possible) and that there was some sort of definitive end for him and Rory instead of the door just being swung wide open and an indication of a future (and of course, Jess being a total dreamboat). However, as with all things ASP, you take what you can get and what was given to us here wasn't that bad.

Those last four words still suck, though.

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 23 (Crazy Love)

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

I turned to look at Max’s seat, only to see that it was empty.

(... He’s not here!)

William: He likely just left his seat not long ago. He might've gone to reflect on his foolishness, after watching his son’s performance. 

(Foolishness? By any chance—)

Kate: Before the play started, did you tell Max that he had been deceived by the group of people pretending to be members of “Golden Butterfly”...? 

The look in William’s red eyes confirmed that I was right.

William: Kate, I shall leave the final scene to you and Liam.

Kate: Me and Liam…?

William: “Bid farewell to the bonds of the past”. This is an order from Her Majesty.

William: Little Robin, this is your final mission that marks the end of your month as a fairytale writer.

…

After the performance ended, Liam and I left the theatre to run after Max.

William speculated that he would be headed for the belfry — and that was sure to be right.

I rushed up the stairs of the bell tower, this time with Liam by my side.

Liam: …

(By the time we reach the top of these stairs, Liam will definitely have made his decision.) 

Everyone with connections to Golden Butterfly were to be eliminated — therefore, Liam will do that with his own hands.

(All I can do is…)

Kate: … Liam.

Kate: There’s only so much I can do to help. But… you’re not alone in this, okay?

Liam: … Kate, thank you for saying those words so beautiful that I’m undeserving of them. 

And so we climbed the last few steps and arrived at the belfry together.

Max: London bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down… ♪

Max: London bridge is broken… ah… it’s you… I can't believe you came after me all the way here.

Max’s figure emerged from the darkness, illuminated by the pale moonlight. 

(The atmosphere feels somewhat… different from before.) 

His eyes, once burning with hatred, now possessed an empty look. They were completely devoid of light, unlike those of a regular person. 

Having been deceived by Golden Butterfly must have extinguished the roaring flames of revenge inside him.

Liam: …

Max: The leading actor chasing down the disgraced man after the performance. … Pfft, haha. So I’m the villain now, aren't I? 

Max’s lips curved into a cold smile.

Max: “People can be easily imprisoned by their dark pasts and the ill intentions of others”.

Max: “It leads to them forgetting to live in the present.”... Is that it?

Max repeated what Liam said during the encore.

Max: My son. If people are such foolish creatures that easily get trapped by their past… 

Max: I…

Max: Just what on earth am I being trapped by?

Liam: If there’s something trapping you, it's definitely something within you.

Max: … Within me?

Liam: You always seemed lonely to me. Because your wife never reciprocated the feelings, no matter how much love you showered her with.

Liam: You knew better than anyone else that mother couldn’t forget her past lover. 

Max: … 

Liam: You built up your company from scratch and made it successful, in hopes that your wife would smile. But even after you did that, mother never smiled.

Liam: And to rub salt into your wound, selfish people started swarming to you like ants being attracted to sugar, just because they wanted to benefit from your success.

Max: … What do you know? You were only a mere child back then.

Liam: I understood. Because of the way you “educated” me… you were always so violent towards me.

– Flashback Start –

Young Liam: Ue… uwaaahhh… I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

Max: Why… why isn’t this working? I… I love her so much… 

Max: Why does she grow more distant the more I love her…!? 

– Flashback End –

Liam: Even as a child, I was always thinking about saving you from your misery. 

Max: … You… saving… me…? 

Liam: Yeah, that's why I never resisted whenever you beat me. I wanted to die. I thought that as long as I could save you, it was worth dying. 

Liam took a deep breath.

Liam: Father, I was sure that I wanted to love you.

Max: … Love?

Liam: Watching you seek love that you never received, I wanted to give you that “love”.

Max: … 

Max limped towards Liam and grabbed him by the collar.

Max: Is “love” the reason why you kept quiet and let yourself be beaten, possibly to death…?

Liam: … Yes.

Max: Why…!? 

Liam: Because I’m your only son, I guess…?

(... This is too cruel.) 

While starving for love, he broke Liam, who tried so hard to love him. 

Max: … Haha… does that mean that all this time, I’ve been pushing love away from myself? 

Max: … ggh

Max: … Where did I go wrong… how should I have lived my life…? 

He let go of Liam’s shirt and fell to the ground.

Max looked remorseful and sorrowful, and at the same time like he was finally set free from “something”. 

He smiled.

(...?) 

Liam: … Father…? 

Max: … Damn it, this world is a living hell. 

Max: I begged desperately for love, suffered burns all over my body, and ended up being deceived… some kind of one-man play this is. Pfft… haha… 

Max: My son… living might be harder than dying. 

Max: …

Max: In that case, I—

Max moved away from us, dragging his injured leg.

He went towards the spot where Liam jumped off that night.

Liam: Father… what are you…

The wind blew Max’s hood off, revealing his burnt face.

Max: You must keep living, my son. Live in this hell and endure the suffering.

Max: That is the most fitting punishment for you, the son of a sinner. 

(... No way.)

(Is he going to kill himself—) 

The pistol Max pulled out of his pocket gleamed under the moonlight.

Liam: Father…!

Kate: Max…! 

Max: Don't move. One more step and I’ll blow that young lady’s head off.

Liam: …

Max held the pistol to his head.

Max: … I have no right to talk about “love”.

Max: … See you in hell, Liam. 

— Bang.

Liam: … Father! 

The pistol shot a bullet through his temple, and before we could run up to him — Max’s body fell into the deep river below the tower.

Kate: …

(...)

(This sort of…)

(No one… deserves this ending…) 

Liam: … 

Kate: … Liam

Liam watched as Max’s figure vanished and stared into the darkness. 

He let out a sigh, knowing that his father was gone for good. His lips trembled slightly.

Liam: … We’re not biologically father and son.

(... What?) 

(T-Then, could it be…)

Kate: You were the child of your mother and her former lover… 

Liam: Yeah… . She found out after he left her that she was pregnant, but she hid it and married my father. 

Kate: … And Max was unaware? 

Seeing Liam nod in response gave me an irritated feeling that I couldn't put into words. 

He hid the truth from Max and continued putting up with the abuse, it was definitely because—

Kate: You kept the truth a secret from Max because you didn't want him to get hurt any further… right? 

Liam: … Yeah, that's right.

(...)

Liam: I always dreamed that there would come one day where we could laugh happily together.

Liam: And if that's impossible… I thought it made sense if I were to put an end to this by myself.

Liam: I became determined to take his life and finally bring him relief, and yet… 

(... Ah. Just as I had expected.) 

(It wasn’t resentment, nor was it pity. All Liam wanted was to make the kindest decision possible till the end.) 

And yet, a life was lost so cruelly before his eyes.

Liam: … Kate. Is it… all over now…? 

Liam: Is this… alright…? 

Kate: … Liam

(What exactly went wrong, what went right… and what should have been done?) 

Those were questions I couldn't answer for Liam. 

While standing stock still like he was holding something in, Liam smiled. 

But that smile fell almost instantly.

Liam: Wh… what? Haha… I… I can’t bring myself to laugh. 

Liam: … 

Liam: Kate… as expected… living is so… painful…

Kate: …

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him. 

I hugged him tightly, like I was stopping a shining star from fading away at dawn. 

(... P-Please don’t disappear. Don’t go anywhere.) 

Liam: It hurts… so much… why does it feel so warm to be hugged…? 

Liam: Why… is my heart shaking at a time like this…? 

Liam: Why am I… why am I feeling happy at a time like this…? 

(Liam…?) 

The body I held in my arms was trembling.

I gulped when I pulled away to look into his eyes.

His rose-coloured eyes shook, tears welling up. 

Kate: Li… Liam… 

All I could do was watch as the tears overflowed and rolled down his face, like an idiot.

Liam frowned as tears streamed down.

Liam: … I got hurt, and I also hurt others… I thought that I should just give up, because I don't have the right to ask for anything. 

Liam: And yet… right now… I’m being saved by you, who’s here right in front of my eyes… 

Liam: Why do I live like this… not knowing what to do…? 

– Flashback Start –

Liam: W… Why…

Liam: Why… why are you doing this for me—

Kate: Isn’t it obvious! I… I’m here to save you because you're someone who's precious to me!

– Flashback End –

(... That night, I held on to Liam’s life with these hands of mine.)

Because he was alive, he was suffering from so much pain and crying before my eyes.

(But…)

(On that very day, I already decided.)

(I will never, ever regret grabbing Liam’s hand.) 

(And therefore, I—)

A feeling that was like being swallowed by a pitch-black darkness overwhelmed me once again.

The darkness whispered to me. 

— Go any further than this, and you can never turn back.  

(... That’s fine by me.) 

— Are you really willing to throw away the peaceful and ordinary life you once had? 

(... I’ll throw all of that away.) 

— Really? 

I forced away the last feeling of anxiety left in me. 

(Really.)

(... As long as I can keep living with Liam, there’s nothing else I need.)

I wholly accepted the darkness. 

And so I opened my eyes and gazed back into Liam’s tearful eyes.

Kate: Listen, Liam. This world may have been cruel towards you for the longest time. 

Kate: Even at this moment… you’re still in so much pain.

Kate: But, despite that… I want you to continue living. 

Liam: … 

Kate: I want to keep living alongside you. Therefore… please stay alive.

I cupped his wet cheeks in my hands and looked into his eyes.

Kate: Please… live by my side. 

Liam: ah… ah…

Liam: ue… uee…

Liam: uwaaaahh…! 

Standing in between life and death, I held the man I loved in my arms as he screamed and wept. 

I accepted every tear that fell from his eyes.

Forever and always. 

[summertimemusician]

*downs coffee like a shot* Before we go back to our regularly scheduled Linktober/Linktober Shadow (because I don't leave things unfinished if I can help it), I gotta get the idea of Revenant First out of my system and y'all get to suffer with me until it eventually ceases being an idea and it turns into an actual story. For some reason we talk a lot about First already being alive or already a ghost by the time the Chain meets him, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about him actually coming back to life and so y'all get to suffer with my insane ramblings like I'm an 1800's psychic ward patient who believes themselves to be a witch.

Can be x Reader or not idk just an idea that won't leave my mind.

Might expand on this later so Part out of I/?

Revenant First, who died for his people and in the name of his Goddess. All alone on the surface, fighting, fighting, fighting, always fighting. Just to make the land a little safer before the next hero arrives, just to contain the Imprisoned for a little while longer with likely nothing than a ordinary, common sword to his name and a slowly rusting armor.

Always giving so so so much for his people, always doing his best to protect them, though they scorned him, loathed him, didn't believe or support him, rejected him.

With a spirit so strong and lovely that a Goddess fell for him, hated herself for having to manipulate and put him through such horrid experiences just to save the many, just to turn the diamond of his soul into an unbreakable lonsdaleite blade agaisnt a mad deity.

Someone whose will would be enough to keep him going, just one more fight right? Just one more kill right? Forward, forward, ever onward, it doesn't matter if the flesh decays, if the blood drips drips drips until he is dry of it, if the liver doesn't process nutrients, if the lungs don't draw air, if the nerves feel nothing but the cold cold numbness of the winter of his final years, if the heart doesn't beat. If the armor rusts or the sword breaks. He must keep going, he must keep fighting.

To keep them safe he must have faith, faith that he can keep going, to grasp onto that one.single.thread of purpose until the day that fiery, indomitable, determined will finally burns out. Even if his Goddess may have forsaken him knowingly or unknowingly, even if his people have rejected him to the point he isn't even human anymore, even though they reviled him, even if that rejection should by all intents and purposes chained his spirit to the land or ground the jewel of his unbreakable soul into dust, he still loves them, still adores them, still wants to protect them.

No matter how long he must keep going for it. He wishes to see those he holds dear happy, though they cursed and imprisoned him once.

The Chain getting dropped into a completely empty, desolated and undeniably dead version of Sky's Hyrule, only to find the only living thing besides monster is a single man, with rusted gold armor and an old sword, a faded tunic of green with a long, crimson scarf like a bloody banner. With hair and eyes like theirs, undeniably a Link. But so very frigid, so very silent they almost didn't notice him, that they can't help but wonder just how many years he has spent there, eroding away, ruined but still kind, kind, so very gentle. A shadow of his former self, yes, but still himself, still so so so good, doing all he can until Sky's Era comes and maybe, just maybe, he can finally rest.

Or maybe not, after all, someone has to keep the land safe until the Hero after Sky comes around, no?

Just Revenant First in general.

Or maybe we give him the House in Fata Morgana treatment, the House in Fata Hylia Au if you will- *collapses from sleep deprivation*

[belit0]

i think run by onerepublic suits shisui

YES, AND IT ACTUALLY SENT ME DOWN THE AKATSUKI! SHISUI ROAD 🛐💕

"When I was a young boy living in the village, all I did was run, run, run, run, run. Staring at the lights, they look so pretty," Shisui comments as he looks out over the landscape, unbuttoning his long black tunic just enough to reveal the mesh T-shirt he wears underneath. Red clouds drawn on the fabric shimmer in the sun, giving away a much more adorable image than what it really is, "My momma eventually said: son, you're gonna grow up, you're gonna get old, and all that glitter don't turn to gold, yet until then, just have your fun, boy, run."

Itachi listens attentively, knowing his best friend's whole life story but still letting him talk as if he had never heard the tale. Under his conical hat he takes shelter from the sun, glancing sideways at his cousin's face, appreciating the eye he wears covered.

If there's one thing Shisui enjoys, it's lecturing him as if they're not only 3 years apart, and Itachi won't prick his bubble. He loves to see his charismatic smile, and the dimples it forms on his cheeks.

"When I was a young kid living in the village, all I did was figth. And every single dime that good Lord gave me, I could make it last three, four, five days." In normal times, the Uchiha was always known as a money fighter, coming from the poor side of the family, and Itachi remembers as if it were yesterday how his father would give the poor boy a plate of hot food.

Only when the village recognized his worth did people begin to see him.

"Living it up but living down low, chasing that luck before I get old, and looking back, oh, we had some fun" The younger Uchiha would destroy all those who took advantage of Shisui's kindness, the filthy old village leaders who decided to use him for their own benefit, and listening to him talk about his misfortunes always brings bitter feelings to his throat.

Emotions he knows how to conceal very well.

"What did my father use to tell you back then?" he asks as if he doesn't know the answer, drowning in his own memories, always carrying with him the same anxiety he felt when he found Shisui about to jump into the river.

He had almost arrived too late.

"They would tell you that the sky might fall, they'll say that you might lose it all," The older Uchiha laughs aloud, throwing his head back and holding his stomach. Losing his eye had marked him with permanent instability, a condition only Itachi understands. The village took it upon itself to drain him of all his goodness, leaving a killer of questionable sanity in its wake "so, I run until I hit that wall! Yeah, I learned my lesson, count my blessings, look to the rising sun and run, run, run, run".

Itachi looks at him intently, and can't help but catch his laughter. If you look at him carelessly, Shisui seems to have forgotten everything that happened, perhaps even forgiven, but it's a facade he keeps up only for those who don't really know him. The rest of the Akatsuki don't need to learn his true feelings or intentions.

Shisui joined them for the sole purpose of wiping out the village completely.

"Didn't get everything that I wanted, you already know that, but I got what I need, yeah. Now I see that light in the morning, shining down on me, so, Tachi, take me up high, take me down low, where it all ends nobody knows!" The older Uchiha smiles as if he were twelve years old again and an innocent child knee-deep into issues that don't concern him, being used by the village left and right.

Itachi promised to help him achieve his goal after finishing off the whole family together, receiving Obito's support to flee and plan a concise strategy against Konoha. "Until then let's have some fun, yeah?" he asks tenderly, staring at him and appreciating the man's beauty in the sunlight.

Both of them, together, would avenge that Shisui who almost fell down the river's precipice, avenge the poor boy who was unjustly used because of his talent for nefarious purposes, evil and death.

"Yeah... In the end, I learned my lesson, count my blessings, look to the rising sun, and run." Shisui whispers to himself, his one available eye lost in the horizon and apprehending the sunset. Despite his carefree manner and cheerful personality, Itachi knows what he truly longs for.

They would both destroy all those who tried to harm him.

[heathermartinez]

How the stars aligning inform how I design my offerings

Like most artists, I flutter from idea to idea.

But when it comes to offering classes at Let’s Letter Together! I have a very different approach. I have been planning, setting intentions, harvesting, and sharing the abundance on an annual cyclical basis.

By Winter Solstice of each year, I plant my seeds of intention for the coming year. I let the fertile ground of my intentions help my ideas grow.

By Summer Solstice, my ideas are fully formed and ready to share.

This year I delivered: • Lettering with Pencils • Finding Your Signature Style

Then the real fun begins: Lammas/Harvest allows me to see and share with abundance. This year delivered a bumper crop. As I was planning to announce:

Dancing in the Dark with Sharon Zeugin

When The BigOne! Blowout happened:

BigOne Duet with Brandy Agerbeck

Let’s go BIG Together! (a free class on Neuland markers)

BIG Fun! with the BigOne! With Mike Gold

Not to eclipse my efforts with Sharon, these BigOne sessions have come together quite easily—inspired by a retrograding Venus transiting over my natal sun in Leo and the Venus Cazimi. While Dancing in the Dark has been in slow development for over a year—with good purpose.

Starting on the Fall Equinox when the light and dark are equal, we will begin Dancing with the Dark with Roman Capitals on black paper. Together we will dance with Sharon through a series of prompts and end our time together at Samhain, at a time when the veil is the thinnest, and we will be equipped to let go of what no longer serves us in order to step into the selves we need to become next.

From Sharon… "Let's use this time to emphasize connecting the lettering with personal feeling and one’s own words—a meaningful mantra or something fun to write. This is an opportunity for experimenting with improvisation in terms of writing words and designing as you go.   We’ll start simply and grow from there, always rooted in the knowledge and experience of the forms—and variations on their rhythm, spacing, and proportions."

This launching of ideas and completing them by November 1 aligns perfectly with the Deer Walks I am doing with Cassandra Leoncini (http://www.twoeaglesastrology.com). This is the restart after a 7-year cycle since my first Deer Walks when I lived in DC and needed an integrated Vision Quest in order to leave so I may return to the Southwest.

And it’s after that time that I take all of the ideas I have gathered during this harvest season for 2024 and let them reveal their true selves.

Will I be collaborating more with master calligraphers to give our shared audiences what they need, want, and desire?

Will I both: return to the basics by offering more handwriting classes all WHILE helping visual practitioners Level Up so the important work they are doing is supported?

Will there be another European Lettering Tour? Since 2018 I have taught hundreds of VPs in over 10 different countries in-person. With so many more entering the field, do they need me in-person or will virtual learning continue to grow?

I read a quote on Instagram the other day that said:

“Set goals so high that they demand an entirely different version of you.”

I know where I want to put my focus in 2024:

Appreciative Inquiry,

Lettering,

Tech hosting and building curriculums to support trauma-informed communities

But will the stars align?

Only time will tell. As will my health and well-being in support of these efforts. Both my willingness to grow and the external forces outside of my control will determine what version of me will come next.

What future self are you currently developing?

[loreofthejungle]

@loreofthejungle I think it’s more of that her idealization of earth and being a farmer is a reflection of knowing how shitty her father and the Benerit group is… but being powerless to do anything about it other than distance herself from the system. I think that we were meant to see that her heart was always in the right place- but that was never enough. Love how the show immediately shuts down her job creation drivel, and love how instead of defensiveness, she listens.

@sncvol I think we agree more or less on Miorine. The purpose of me bringing her up in a post about Shaddiq was to demonstrate how you can flatten any character to the most unflattering interpretation. Miorine has the best of intentions, and that is worth something. It's just a shame that people can see that in her character and not Shaddiq. Both of them are aware of the cycles of violence. It's why she's the only spacian he can respect (as clumsy and patronizing as that manifest). The bottom line here is that I wasn't saying Miorine is a fascist; I was pointing out that we can easily demonize any character by simply changing perspectives and omitting context.

While on the topic of Miorine, I guess this is a good a place as any to discuss my feelings on her specifically. Most of my positive attitudes towards her are a function of how she is made better when she's with Suletta. Suletta just makes Miorine a better person. She is genuinely kind and patient. She's focused and driven to support that silly tanuki in any way she can, no matter the cost, and I love that about her.

But underneath all of that is a girl who is trapped by her insecurities. She's a product of the worst possible people and knows it. She can't meaningfully escape the expectations put upon her because they're a function of the very institution she's damned to inherit the legacy of. She knows full well that she's nothing more than an object to be passed around. And so she lashes out at everyone and everything. She can't trust anyone's intentions, even when they're nakedly sincere.

I find her exhausting a lot of the time. It's not her fault by any means. I completely understand what got her there. But boy howdy, most scenes with her leave me drained. It's a lot of work to break someone like that out of their maladaptive mindset. Every conversation she's in is an endurance sport, trying to reassure her that no one is taking anything way from her. And then there's everything in season 2.

Miorine's biggest fault in my eyes is that she thought she could "save" Suletta. She's guilty of the same romantic notion that Shaddiq tried to pull. The only differences are that her feelings are reciprocated, she was successful, and that Suletta will forgive her because Suletta is resilient as fuck.

Sorry for the word vomit. Can't promise it won't happen again

[kosmickay]

Most days I’m borderline professional at pushing the emotions that come with this as deep down as they’ll go. I have, over time, trained myself to not associate you with any emotion anymore. It just hurts too terribly bad. The only possible way I’m at all able to get through each day is by absolutely lying to myself and playing tricks on my brain each time you arise as the main topic of my thoughts. It’s inhumane the measures I have to go to just to survive. You were like my oxygen, my lifeline. For a very long time you were my only reason for continuing on at all. Now that you’ve been completely removed from my timeline I’m in a state of confusion and discomfort. I always feel like I’m forgetting something, like I’m leaving a be try important item behind and no matter how many times I check myself over and retrace my steps the feeling never subsides. I used to think how could one man be so insanely cruel and heartless, but now I see it’s not just “one” man because here he is doing the exact same thing. Was I really that evil? Was I really that toxic and damaging and traumatizing to them that they can consciously do this to me and to my babies without even a second thought? Am I just wildly flawed when it comes to putting my trust and love into people to the point where I inevitably choose people that will ultimately fucking ruin me in the long run? I can’t for the life of me fathom what I could have done in this lifetime, even all of the wrongs I’ve committed all summed up into one big mistake surely to god still doesn’t warrant this kind of cruel disgusting consequence. I truly would like to know what it was that wash over both of you and gave you this supreme God complex to believe you even hold that kind of authority to make the kind of executive decisions about OUR children’s lives and their futures because this is blatant and intentional trauma that isn’t necessary to even inflict in the first place. In my eyes and in my opinion and from where I am standing it looks to me as if it’s pre calculated and planned out abuse and manipulation in attempt to, I don’t know, I guess, boost your ego? Honestly I reallly can’t even begin to fathom your sick minded reasoning behind it and what you tell yourself to justify the damage you’re purposely creating. You know, if I were allowed I’d be the best mom the earth has ever seen. To be a mother is the only thing in give ever aspired for. Even in my adolescent years I dreamt of having a beautiful baby girl and then after my baby girl, having a baby boy. The universe and Mother Nature both listened to my wishes and they granted them easily and I was given just that, a little girl first and then a short time after a little boy. They were both immaculate and unflawed. I was surprised that me being as flawed and imperfect as I am, could create something so beautiful and perfect, not once but twice in a row! That gave me confidence within myself that I had never known before. In loving you, I learned how to love me too. The problem was I was so very young and immature and ignorant to the ways of the world. I was just starting to learn how to function in this world and here I was trying to protect and teach and guide these amazing gorgeous creatures that I had made within my very body and to tell you the truth I was scared beyond comprehension. I had messed up and made mistakes in doing just about every thing in my life at that point and I was so fearful of my blemishes leaking on to you. I had no idea which way was right and which way was left. Honestly, I still have trouble finding my way from time to time now. I was a child with no support system and no one on my side. I was fighting and wasn’t even sure I really deserved what I was fighting for in the first place.with Everton against me I didn’t know who I could trust. I didn’t know which way to turn. I was so afraid of choosing the wrong path by sheer accident and then dragging you down with me through hell. You see, all I’ve ever known in my life is misery and pain. You never deserved to see that and have to endure that.

[weedwitchery]

standard intro post

HI beautiful tumblr fam!!!

I am so grateful to be reintroducing tumblr into my life at this time. I grew up during the wild west days of thinspo & fitspo & magcon (thank FUCK those days are long gone) and used this site throughout all of high school as my diary . tumblr has always been my safe space (peep offt0neverland.tumblr.com if you feel like a big ol throwback!). I've always found the community to be so uplifting and supportive, even where the content got toxic- there was always people with a listening ear and a virtual hug waiting just a click away. When I first signed up I was 14- and 14 years later, here I am, inexplicably drawn back to this beautiful platform that has *always* topped Instagram- some of us just forgot.

I've been spinning my wheels for the last 5 years trying to make social media marketing work for me, specifically on IG. I know that I am an entrepreneur meant to build my own way forward- so of course I was never going to fit into those awful square boxes that IG restricts one to. It dawned on me the other day that where IG sucks the fun out of life, tumblr always felt nurturing to the creative spirit inside me. Tumblr never judged or instigated fear in me or hindered my process; in fact it facilitated it all along and my leaving tumblr coincided with my completely cutting creativity out of my life.

So much has happened since then, but right now I don't feel called to do a catch-up post. What I AM feeling called to is a declaration of my purpose and intention here: this domain is MY space. pun not intended but is relevant! I'm here to bring fun into my creative endeavors so that I can move with joy. I'm ready to feel light, airy + strong in my body again and know that this is how I feel when I am fully creatively expressed instead of keeping myself stagnant. If this space helps others who find their way here? Amazing! I am so glad to be a force of peace and a catalyst for positive change in your reality! But mostly, this space is for me first, because it's about goddamn fucking time. My space=claimed.

And now... to decorate and personalize with all the things that light me up and make me, well, me! Thank you for being here and seeing me in my process. I love you so much and hope your day gets so, so magical from here on out.

With love, gratitude, and a whole lotta weed smoke (much more to come on that don't worry!),

emily l. k. 💙

[whyzzcrackuh]

Visualize. The first step..Or at least "A step" towards a new direction:

Rumor and logistics have convinced and perhaps guided me here..

I know I am "different"...

My story is something I believe will help me through trauma by helping others, and, maybe, achieve a life I want and visualize for myself! One less painful, and more productive! I have a vision, a dream and a journey that I believe is far from over! Honestly, It's as if I've been reborn! I have doubts I am even alive, lol. Because a year ago, Death was so close to my existence I could see him around every corner. Now, I believe With the help from others to guide me in directions with ideas and inspiration information and feedback, This can and will in turn me someone who helps others and someone to be proud of! I got a spark inside me! Without the correct knowledge on a way to ignite this fire,though, I won't ever know my purpose. I need the guidance and support and if my gut is right, I know I will get the life I want! Then I can return benevolence the way I KNOW Is what I'm here for! But I know I can't do it alone! honestly, WHO CAN EVER SUCCEED with true purpose completely alone!? .... no one! That's why life hasn't been easy at all. I was alone. Here is a story 100% true, and though I fear speaking it....and reliving moments that I fear most... I'm being directed by something much bigger to allow the world to know who I am. The truth shall set me free! Perhaps, I am no one of importance at all. There is ALWAYS that ONE chance however, most people, regret not taking. With all the risks throughout my journey that should've killed me!

I stand here alive and able to tell! Some of the most famous and inspirational influential people in history, all became important and valuable messages resided for us through their story...

Here is mine..

"I wish, I will, I manifest this tale, of truth and honesty to be the gift that helps me through and leads to success since the spirits promised me, The knowledge I have and the pain inflicted was only for the guidance of other lost and I was gifted, a blessing and curse to let others see, through all the pain and sorrows' darkness, I held a light that could set them free! I've chosen to speak, No selfish intent I will succeed, this is not just only for me, Once you understand I promise my future is We, come forth and read, this is destiny ! Mote it be! " My name is Rebel for the last 5 years. by birth I am Keli Walls.

Let me ask you, the memories in your life, as far back as the very first one, what is your very first memory being alive ? How old were you? Do you recall the sounds, the colors? The smells?

Who was there? Were you happy? What emotion were you feeling? I'd love to hear your stories!! I wonder often if it is only myself who knows what it feels like to recall only days after birth, most people say around age 5 and older. Some don't even remember much. I'm wondering if mine is but a dream, yet I asked my mother and her reaction said otherwise. Trusting her is not something I can say I do though.

Please leave a message or comment about your own memories!

I recall some very few days after birth (from what I have heard was when this event occurred) awakening, opening my eyes for what seemed to me as the first time, being inside a bubble! Throughout the years of experiencing life The bubble was an incubator inside the hospital. Of course, I am able to explain with knowledge what I was experiencing, at the time I recall the feeling of confusion without knowing what confusion even was. A since of unknown and unfamiliar surroundings. The white reflection of lab coats appearing through the bubble , the smell of air and alcohol fumes from sterilization of hospitals chemicals. Seeing my father peer into the bubble briefly, only knowing a familiar awareness and sound of his voice. Once the pressure released around me, my memory supresses and I recall a memory five years later I'm told. At a river, sunny and warm. Being told my sister is being baptized!! After her dunking, and everyone is no longer focused on the kids swimming, My two sisters encourage me to join them in the water! Taking my clothes off and leaving me nude and exposed to the sun. They called to me alongside their other friends , to the middle of the moving river. I began to excitedly move quickly toward them! As they splash and giggle Ensuring me I am ok to join them! I suddenly go under water unable to touch the ground and be above water breathing! Panicking and frantically wiggling in confusion, my body quits being able to move and my eyes begin seeing the bright warm light I assumed was the sun , from cold to warm and a sudden sensation of chill, as I am pulled from the water by my mother! As I gasp for air I see my sisters each with a crooked smile of disappointment and unaffected by the scolding disappointment and known troublesome, obviously mother very upset! Playing stupid it seemed. The beginning of many evil plots against me. I understand mom left them for years and had me during that time! Revenge and jealousy overtook them. I know in my heart they wanted me dead that day. Every ounce of my being KNOWS the truth. They never liked me. 33 years later they refuse to even acknowledge if I'm dead or alive! I've reached out many times! Begging for forgiveness and for them to be real sisters to me like they are each other! But nope. I made mistakes unforgivable I guess! They are always there for themselves and only speak bad of my habits and life and hate our mom, I don't speak to her either! She is evil. I hate who I was. If I had one person of family who gave me a chance, I probably wouldn't have ended up near the person I was! I had no one. From 15 years old. I raised me. Why the hell shouldn't I have made every wrong choice? No 15 year old has any idea of responsibility and right decisions! I never had a chance. I pray I am now on a better path. Relearning how to live better than I have. I'm beyond an adult and embarrassed of what I became! Anyways....*sigh

During my 33 years of life, Goals and positive thoughts are only fictional beliefs in what has seemed to be a life long dream! Sure, I honestly have thought MANY times before that my ideas and aspirations were easily obtainable! I would put out a little effort, search around for any assistance or advice, only to hear my own souls' broken pieces echo into the distance. My first years of life, despite the unknowing situations of attempted murder I was too young to fully comprehend at the time. My life was full of memories where I recall what love and happiness actually felt like! Places of warmth, welcoming embrace and family was just as if it were a movie. Parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and other relatives added in along the way. Holidays were always filled with joy and belief that life was not ever going to steer into a direction of darkness. The little girl from childhood believed her family would always be there! She believed she was loved, No matter what mistakes one made, Family has unconditional love and is to teach one who makes a mistake a correct way, allowing me to understand why the situation was "bad" or not the right way! Once my parents went separate ways, I guess you could say that was my first hard hitting reality check! My first honest bit of pure heart break and true heart ache! During the final days of my childhood comfort, where my family was still whole, slowly, the reoccurring mental domestic abuse between my parents was creating a whirlwind of emotions inside my heart that I didn't even know existed! I recall sitting atop the dryer or washer to drown out the screaming match! Sitting so still, neither Mom or Dad knew I was there. Hearing my name being thrown into their chaos, I began to blame myself for their developed hatred for one another! My Dad always knew the right way to comfort me. Leaving our conversations open ended and viewing neither parent as the enemy! ......

but, my mother however, installed a type of fear and downloaded a file inside my soul that will forever be triggered in situations I am still attempting to figure out. She engraved a sinister habit that at the time was forced. Her and I were alone and she would tell me how bad my father is, how much he is a liar. He could never love me the way she does! And I am going to have a time soon where I must chose where I want to be when they get their own places! she would promise me, she wouldn't tell him anything I let her know. She said I didn't need to hate him, but I would be lied to and left behind or with some other person while he went with my uncle to work, but she would say work in a way that was snide, expressing work was in fact fishing and drinking to cry to his mommy. But we can't tell him we know the truth about where he goes! Or else he never will learn what punishment is coming for him! Because it's wrong to lie to us right? She'd say. Truth is, my mother terrified me! But when I was sick, she knew how to comfort me. She would let me sneak into their room and sleep, meanwhile my dad would catch me and be very angry! The leverage my mother used to turn my brain into a slow developed monster.

... I am curious if anyone made it this far? If so... would you continue reading? Is this a story that catches your attention? I need feed back good or bad! This is a rough draft of history in the making. I hope. Blessings to my readers.

[hisbuni]

it feels good to know you’re mine ⊹ rodrick heffley, doawk black reader in mind but anyone can read. sfw, nsfw content different rodrick’s like perv! rodrick, virgin! rodrick, boyfriend! rodrick… all that. suggestive. kissing. swearing.

boyfriend! rodrick who leaves things at your house just to have an excuse to see you. will leave things that don’t have a purpose in his day to day like a shirt or some bracelets and still come back for them.

best friend! rodrick who likes you, glares at every guy that tries to flirt with you. watches from afar as the two of you talk and will be jealous. will ask you what it was about after or not speak to you all that much (only giving you short sentences and groans until you ask what’s wrong).

pantie-stealer! perv! rodrick who’s definitely slipped a pair of your panties into his pocket when leaving your house. fully planning on fisting them onto his cock later.

boyfriend! rodrick who thinks about fucking you in the back of his van . . . a lot.

boyfriend! rodrick who’s dazed by you in every single way. your smile, your eyes, your ass, your hair— he’s completely whipped.

perv! boyfriend! rodrick who loves when you wear short shorts. watching your ass move in them makes his eyes fall out of his head.

rodrick heffley who’s definitely an ass man but will favorite your tits sometimes.

boyfriend! rodrick who does his own eyeliner but loves when you compliment him.

boyfriend! rodrick’s mom who literally adores you. enjoys seeing her son so happy.

boyfriend! rodrick who loves to make out with you while you sit on his lap. will rest his hands at your waist and not move them or will wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

boyfriend! rodrick who will say yes to anything you ask if you give him that pretty smile and doe eyes.

boyfriend! rodrick’s mom who takes pictures of the two of you in the embarrassing mom way and will keep them.

“aww, you two look so cute. come here, come here. let me take a picture.”

boyfriend! rodrick who acts so big and bad but will lay on your chest and let you play in his hair, going as far as going to sleep on you.

crush! rodrick who makes plans to hang out with you most of the summer.

boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you wear his shirts. especially his bands shirts. won’t get you one of your own though because he wants you to wear his.

perv! boyfriend! rodrick who watches you change when you’re in his room sometimes. says he won’t look but he always end up taking a peak. can’t help it.

rodrick heffley with a sweet girlfriend who loves how friendly and supportive you are, but absolutely hates how so many guys are pulled in by your personality. you’re intentions being so much different than theirs.

boyfriend! rodrick who does stupid things to impress you.

boyfriend! rodrick who looks at you with doe eyes every time you speak. listens to you even when you’re talking about complete nonsense.

virgin! boyfriend! rodrick who supposedly knows all about what girls like but has absolutely no experience with kissing and will stutter up a storm when you first ask for one.

boyfriend! rodrick who will buy things that he doesn’t need but you do. for example, him getting a mirror in his room just for you to look at yourself in so you don’t have to go to the bathroom.

boyfriend! rodrick who will listen to your music, and will secretly listen to it over and over even if it’s not his normal taste.

virgin! perv! boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you roll your hips onto him when you’re on his lap. the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers the only thing stopping the two of you from being skin to skin.

boyfriend! rodrick who rubs your relationship in greg’s face. always grinning from ear to ear when you do something sweet for him in front of him.

boyfriend! rodrick who doesn’t really do too much PDA. only wrapping his arm around your waist and maybe some forehead kisses.

boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you kiss him on the cheek when you’re leaving but adores when you give him a kiss and you’re lipgloss/chapstick lingers on his lips.

boyfriend! rodrick biggest excuse nowadays being “can’t. girlfriend’s coming over” with the biggest grin.

crush! rodrick who doesn’t know how to flirt at all. always awkwardly smiling, making stupid jokes and saying the “wrong” things.

boyfriend! rodrick band mates who call him whipped all the time.

crush! rodrick who’s so positive he will get your number he brags about having you wrapped around his finger already, but will get your number and get excited about every interacting with you. small and big.

boyfriend! rodrick who holds the door for you then will let it shut completely on greg’s face.

boyfriend! rodrick who gets caught up with the band and has to be pulled away from them so you can spend time together.

virgin! boyfriend! rodrick who doesn’t know how big he is until you’re whining at him that he’s really deep.

boyfriend! rodrick gets rid of his dirty magazines from up under his bed to fill a shoe box with pictures of you. the pictures being of what you expect and he has to hide them the best he can because of greg’s snooping.

boyfriend! rodrick who likes surprises and gifts. especially if you made them yourself and he can wear it for everyone to see.

boyfriend! rodrick who tries to be as close as possible to you during the summer. with you short shorts, small shirts and bathing suits guys are bound to be howling at your feet.

crush! rodrick who enjoys halloween and seeing you at parties. eyes glued on you the entire night.

boyfriend! rodrick who’s gotten in trouble more than three times for how loud the two of you are.

[visualpractitioner]

How the stars aligning inform how I design my offerings

Like most artists, I flutter from idea to idea.

But when it comes to offering classes at Let’s Letter Together! I have a very different approach. I have been planning, setting intentions, harvesting, and sharing the abundance on an annual cyclical basis.

By Winter Solstice of each year, I plant my seeds of intention for the coming year. I let the fertile ground of my intentions help my ideas grow.

By Summer Solstice, my ideas are fully formed and ready to share.

This year I delivered: • Lettering with Pencils • Finding Your Signature Style

Then the real fun begins: Lammas/Harvest allows me to see and share with abundance. This year delivered a bumper crop. As I was planning to announce:

Dancing in the Dark with Sharon Zeugin

When The BigOne! Blowout happened:

BigOne Duet with Brandy Agerbeck

Let’s go BIG Together! (a free class on Neuland markers)

BIG Fun! with the BigOne! With Mike Gold

Not to eclipse my efforts with Sharon, these BigOne sessions have come together quite easily—inspired by a retrograding Venus transiting over my natal sun in Leo and the Venus Cazimi. While Dancing in the Dark has been in slow development for over a year—with good purpose.

Starting on the Fall Equinox when the light and dark are equal, we will begin Dancing with the Dark with Roman Capitals on black paper. Together we will dance with Sharon through a series of prompts and end our time together at Samhain, at a time when the veil is the thinnest, and we will be equipped to let go of what no longer serves us in order to step into the selves we need to become next.

From Sharon... "Let's use this time to emphasize connecting the lettering with personal feeling and one’s own words—a meaningful mantra or something fun to write. This is an opportunity for experimenting with improvisation in terms of writing words and designing as you go.   We’ll start simply and grow from there, always rooted in the knowledge and experience of the forms—and variations on their rhythm, spacing, and proportions."

This launching of ideas and completing them by November 1 aligns perfectly with the Deer Walks I am doing with Cassandra Leoncini (http://www.twoeaglesastrology.com). This is the restart after a 7-year cycle since my first Deer Walks when I lived in DC and needed an integrated Vision Quest in order to leave so I may return to the Southwest.

And it’s after that time that I take all of the ideas I have gathered during this harvest season for 2024 and let them reveal their true selves.

Will I be collaborating more with master calligraphers to give our shared audiences what they need, want, and desire?

Will I both: return to the basics by offering more handwriting classes all WHILE helping visual practitioners Level Up so the important work they are doing is supported?

Will there be another European Lettering Tour? Since 2018 I have taught hundreds of VPs in over 10 different countries in-person. With so many more entering the field, do they need me in-person or will virtual learning continue to grow?

I read a quote on Instagram the other day that said:

“Set goals so high that they demand an entirely different version of you.”

I know where I want to put my focus in 2024:

Appreciative Inquiry,

Lettering,

Tech hosting and building curriculums to support trauma-informed communities

But will the stars align?

Only time will tell. As will my health and well-being in support of these efforts. Both my willingness to grow and the external forces outside of my control will determine what version of me will come next.

What future self are you currently developing?

[unsurepoet]

Burrow

The lies that flow out of your mouth

Quickly drown my airways

Entrapped in the grape vines

That so tightly grip my neck

As the words sink in

An ocean is formed in my ear canal

I quickly become deaf

Over the demanding crashing waves

I am anchored here in this moment

Struggling to gather my thoughts

For they are scattered

And floating all around me

I march in line and prepare for my defence

As I am once again being invaded

As If I was a dictator

Of my own authority

Entrapped in darkness in eternity

I have always gone without power

But I have found warmth

In the darkest of nights

Always felt like a faulty component

Constantly between the on and the off position

But imagine my surprise to realize

Removing myself illuminated my field of vision

Carefully placing each foot step

In the beat down path I have created

Navigating around your unstable surface

Being mindful not to fall through

Each grain of sand that supports your foundation

Has slowly turned to glass

Set ablaze by your burning frustrations

Making you completely transparent

Your glass house shakes with fragility

At the thought of what I might unveil

The only thing that lies beneath my surface

Is finding my inner purpose

You no longer rummage my belongings

Sticky hands make for an unwelcomed guest

You may keep what you pickpocketed

For leaving me with nothing brought me more value

I am honest with myself

Knowing when to take accountability

I lay with her each night

And we discuss it through and through

She does not wish to destroy you

If you tuned in at all you would realize

The only frequency I am seeking to find

Is one of complete inner silence

You have been drunk at my steering wheel

And your distorted view has driven me off the road

I have been impaled many times

But never quite like this

Driven full speed through my home

There is nothing that remains

Even a broken clock is right twice a day

But those hands will never point to you

Imagine being the common denominator

In every life equation

And still not come to realize

Your auto pilot is autocratic

Even completely obliterated

I do not seek to do harm

For I know her hands all too well

She is constantly tugging at my riggid rope

The thoughts that crawl out of your mouth

Don’t hesitate to burrow themselves in my brain

Even Medusa had her limits on the amount of

Venomous things that crawled around her head

At least with Medusa you can see it coming

Unlike you who crawls under skin

A bee passes in front of the third word in the line to follow

The human itch mite

Similar to the itch mite your burrowing can’t be seen

It can only be felt by the burning sensation

Would much rather you leave me scabies

So I would know when to get clean

Perhaps that’s why your hyper fixation

On obtaining constant perfection

Clearly becomes your projection

Onto a clean floor that shows your reflection

Though what you see is a little distorted

Scrubbing real tough will never restore it

Each time you add more water

A little spills onto me

While leaving me alone to soak in and absorb it

I taught myself how to morph it

While every lesson was chaotic

All have been beneficial to me

My skin has cleared and so has my mind

I finally find comfort in the silence

So I must thank you for infecting my life

For I finally feel seen

For your intentions to demolish my life

While certainly successful

Left your empire in ruins

And are now starving for supply

For I would rather live in complete isolation

For the remainder of my days

Than watch you destroy

Something I love ever again

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Who dares to share, or even gets to as it seems so often people ask me to make it sharable. Please feel free to copy what you see, click on it, and copy the URL as some platforms censor and hide things good for you. Please consider someone close to you will benefit if you do help others see. Not 6 degrees of separation, but I believe in 2, one is you!

Business seems to be that way, for if I do not always pay for you to see what I put up, then they leave it in a cyber box, dark and cold; please help me out. It's nasty in such holes they carve to tuck us in, Wii who speak out and offer you the rope, and shout, "This is the way you climb out of the pit of hopelessness and doubt!"

Truly this should not be in doubt, the empowerment that comes from such treasures out, but to get this to grow, Please, open up the Box! Once upon Wii created and delivered examples of all that I could should could now be done to create these tiny houses, 95% Pure salvage: Everyone.

I have created more than 75 examples that were shipped around our lands. Now it's your turn to go on and create so many others from the materials on hand and the gifts of doors and windows, tin for roofs, and more to grow this around the world for all who could still build more before I'm gone.

Given FB, or the platform you will see this on, will not send out posts that might take you to other places where they can not put ads in front of your face. So here is a post that could change your life and give your daydreams a path to thrive. How many tiny houses can you fit into a 40' long semi-truck trailer or container? 1-10 Dream Oms? What size houses? How many windows, doors, or decors for yours? At least four, but easily more w/ SpaceMagic design, the right intentions for the community, and miracles combined: Dreams come true. My son created music for an epic poem as I created these houses, then left before I could ever let the world know what he accomplished. I will until I die, share the reason why wii live to give. I am coming up on 12 year anniversary of the Song of Salvage being released in both its forms. My son created one, and the other is attributed to a ghostly apparition known as Johnny B and the Apostle of Salvage or (WUB). All part of a series of pieces that help create the Quantum Story of Wibblry and WUB manifested decades after its first words were written down. Sometimes it takes a few lifetimes to understand the one you live, as it did to understand Mii. How many "I"s came before the One I have become. Thanks for your support through the transitions.

was created after but put out to the universe before. I had to learn how to create videos to produce the amateur but for mii, a heartfelt miracle from my epic poem. His only song was a true-to-the-word version as his only gift ever to the world in music form, completed and recorded, self-taught in 2008. He passed in April 2011. Adam Brad Kittel. The second version where I take down a house to music as a seminar in 7 days, the last for mii, the 1st anniversary of his death as with this incredible house wii took down to save and give new life to, a stairway to Heaven that had to fall in the end... yes... the last few seconds of the video. To music, 150 years of stairs climbed to reach dreamland, on a1 1/2 inch thick wall falls, stalls in mid-air, and then rests softly down to never be climbed again. Just like the body and our gift of life... created with a purpose, a beginning, and an end. Miracles in a box that I will send around the world to bring new life to a vision for many communities that can come to be with the right windows, floors, and more practically free. Yes, doors of opportunity that will bring much joy, but also seeds of what Wii can do if wii just Unite Beings One and All. First, to share the treasures of the past that are abundant here and show how this can create a clear and easy path for all. In the processing of the past into a future wii can show what can be created from the salvage of what our ancestors did grow. This is to prove that wii waste too much; the best of treasures go unseen or touched into a dumpster, landfill, or much worse, burnt down to ashes for some new construction, road, or parking lot, for a highrise being all wii got with the best stuff thrown away.

If I can help a thousand people start the villages to keep this thought that wii can save the world’s past to put into new forms that honor it instead of killing the lifetimes of work that are instilled in statues, art forms throughout houses, buildings, barns, and thus give us a chance to create from the past a future with parts that will last. NO outgassing chemicals, killing new trees, or the pollution that goes with making new parts to create our homes; use the great parts more than once. This was the way it once was done, to take the parts of what was to form the future so the kids would know through stories that would always go with them. A corbel from a mansion, a railing from a train, and a ladder from a firetruck all combined to soon create an amazing house for a master suite from all salvage sweet. Stained glass windows, Indian Teak cabinets, and so much more can be combined, so all adore the structure; though it is Art, it is more; it’s a home you can live on for a lifetime in store, in fact, many more. Why not consider becoming a daydreamer and forming the future today? Take what you envision and write down everything you need to create a good start. Shall wii create one or three examples to be what you need to get it off the ground? Can you find the good friends and the people this depends on to be the successes I choose? If you can, just send me the ideas to see if Wii could unite in the end to get this to you through the loopholes that rule what can ship and get past all the hoops. The cost of the shipping, the loading, and giving $1,000 to pay for the last that it takes to get this sent from my warehouses to you is the thing that must be figured out to be sure that you can do the part that you need. Just to get it there with a plan you can share and the proof you are truthful, thus freed. Please let me know soon if this is a plan you can use for the people you have close to you who are dreaming and willing to do the work, giving money and support to help you to do what will benefit all. Help mii send out the seed for many gardens of dreams where the future can thrive with the housing for the life that you envision and soon not just dream, but build and fulfill the calling if you will, and thus help mii get these gifts to those I find.

This is what I offer to some dreamers far and wide. These metal boxes will contain the parts it takes to start again, salvaged from the dreams of men who lived a hundred years in them. Windows that have seen a few lifetimes of people who looked out through sand melted to glass by kids who dug the coal from mines and melted it to form the finds that wii will send to you, the windows to the world that keep the weather out it’s true, are still good for a few hundred years if you can, to be the homes for many to begin, to build from trees cut way-back-when, a future for the dreams they have and work on actively to form the future for the kids who will be born while this gift is crossing the seas. I pray the message reaches those from whom I hear the pleas; this is the best empowerment I can offer what they need the means to create houses and chapels where the people meet to build a future salvaged from the past with their human energy. Please share, get involved, and find the places to create so that one day this quantum story will be shared far and wide as fate would have us do this soon, or I fear it is too late to reverse the trends of technology and waste the best to date. Thank you for your time and help. Your sharing could be quite great for a writer who will celebrate a story that won’t be erased by anyone who knows that it is the product of our thoughts that lives and always grows. Dialogue and helping others see where they are blind give them the resources they may not easily find and empower them to create the solutions they need to find happiness through the unity that communication brings. Let us share with open hearts and honor truth above all things so that wii, the “I”s that make up the world, can finally agree. Wii, as One great World of Beings who care for the best for all, will find a balance in which Wii can share the middle road. Simpler living with respect for all who share the Earth will get us more by far than any war and finally set us free to find peace on a planet that has been cursed due to hate and greed. Can that be put to bed at last? I suspect Wii will soon See. Wii, Trinity, and Mii, hope to hear from you and perhaps even see you on our world tour to help design, build, and create from seeds a quantum story that includes you too. Thanks for your help, reading these long posts, and helping us by getting a subscription for a little bit to thus create the solutions for us all. Please contact us at Darby@Puresalvageliving.com to get more information or make a contribution through such paths as wii may have for friends who wish to show support but also get some benefits. Lots of plans and house parts at discounts that help us and you to do the thing each has to do to help make all our dreams come true. Share it with the people just one degree away, and that is who I seek to reach. Please understand he way that the word will reach around the world is just one person away. Once there was a saying that most people are connected by 6 degrees of separation: meaning they are linked 6 people away. Now that wii can reach around the world to those wii know who are beyond the reach of people yet, connected by the internet. With the speed of light, it seems, viruses can take a meme and put it out to all the peeps who have a phone while billions sleep. The meaning may be hard for those who monitor the words that go across cyberspace so the people do not know for the best of what wii still may find is the paths down which to go. Narratives are like traffic cops who direct you to the way they want you to go even though you know there are better paths to take. So if you want more, like to create a flow where you truly may not need all the things some find when they are going blind from the lights that stay bright in the big cities. Nature is soon lost, and green leaves are very seldom seen in so many cities around the world that it has become extreme. Who can deny greenery is part of what our bodies need to find the peace that comes for free from the frequencies that nature brings into our life? Sounds refresh us from a waterfall or singing birds. Crickets and frogs sing a song that lays your head to rest. Grounding and the benefits of the strong high infra-red energy that flows from the Earth through your toes that can heal you from being sick. Mother Nature's gift of ions flows into your bare feet, so you know when looking at the trees, the power flowing through your knees into your heart will benefit your brain as it is pumped: this is natural healing that will balance ions free. Stop the pain of inflammation. Stop the fear from lack of touch, whether people or the planet; you need grounding very much if you plan to heal and help others who need this knowledge too. Why not be the anomaly that goes off to the woods, off into the mountains like the aged Tibetans would? Return rejuvenated to the point of youthing to the point of where your body was when you were 32. If you doubt the possible life, dare to question, not just believe, you will find elders at 118 doing what few of you young bucks could. Do you deny what is possible or be an example so that others who doubt have proof of what good intentions can still do even though you think you are too old to contribute what is true? Wisdom comes from experience, with knowledge and life lived fully so that when wii reach our peak in life, Wii can do what wii came to do. Once some realize that they wii can surmise that the calling they now hear is clear, it is because when it’s time, this will not be a rhyme, but the dialogue Wii need to use as the people then can see what Truth is for mii and you.

Who awakes that I prefer over all the plans inferred by the WHO that has for sure, though the people of the world that do not have vote that's pure. Suppose you are thinking that those who are seeking to empower and communicate the truth, not the fake news, once again, have a chance to still defend our sacred Right to Free Speech. Look about across the Web, and become a Webbler with intent instead of just a sucker on a line of ads that seem to track your life. Become a Wubber spreading WUB, a World Union of Beings (WUB) that all the "I"s make up. The Wii can communicate through touch, our minds, and what wii make. Words of Wibblry in rhyme are zipped files that will unwind in the minds of all who seek to know the path to freedoms that will grow. Wubbling to touch and say that you love and share a way to communicate that few will know, like a secret handshake that will show unity and family around the world, that’s what Wii Be.

Wibbling, sending thoughts that bring images and more to the ones wii love and the Source above that fuels all life Earth may give. This is how wii live. For those awake that give more than words to reality, wii give the seeds and the energy they need to grow trees in the future of our lives.

Wibblizing is creating in a way that also states in an artful form that’s true, full of evidence that there is more than chance that forms what mankind will do. Its a plan that Wii, all the “I”s can see and create all the Lights Wii need to enlighten others to the wonderful powers that the kids being born today can express through life, to one day lead right, and help keep the peace one day.

I create through words and cartoons, Wibblizing to create for you, to express what I mean, and by drawing too, I have hopes I can create with Truth. Inspiration is my goal through Webbling out to the world. I know on a keyboard that I can unfurl a package to be unzipped by you around the world. Unless you share, few will know, few will care or grow these seeds that I planted in your sight. What is in a cartoon now? A picture or a single word, or a combo that will stick in those who see? Wub is an energy of the soul, Spiritual indeed, transmitted, once in the body. It forms WIBs as proofs “I” Be! Wub In Body (WIBs) are Beings that incarnate form a lobby, here to help our species to be part of the Cosmic growth and community that you will see is living all around.

Humans linked with sentient Beings all United for the Freedoms that Wii believe across the Cosmos for the planet Wii all love so. Please accept the poems of Wub and Wibblry a short language for the memes of freedom wii can share to get the pieces all out there. Where oh where do the Wubbers go? Oh, where oh where can they be? Are they hidden now, but will all come out if the communities all start to grow? I suspect and believe that the part I perceive will lead to the dreams that come true when our gift of doors that will open more than most think. It will fire up and inspire like a deeply sought desire for a path to make visions come true, for the seeds of the dream are the gifts I offer to anyone with the faith and friends to manifest and populate the communities it takes to nurture this ethos with you. Pure Salvage Living is all about giving our planet a break from the destruction it takes for progress to pay off. It is true. Some would prefer to live simpler and be sure that nature is not lost in the test of the takings by man until there is no more left and the future is bleak. Let us work to create paradises and lakes, islands that promise to keep some balance for all of the Beings that share our dear planet, give it time to get better after what will be coming, our fate.