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kids remember: if you can't clone your dinosaurs, yarn made is fine 🧶😊
#crochet#pattern by heidi bears#MiLady is ready for her debut#with her pretty bonnet#her fripperies#and her blushies#auntie made a thing
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Our Flag Means Death Season 2 - one gif per episode (with the first gif from their first scene and the last gif from their last scene) | Auntie
#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd season 2#auntie ofmd#ofmdedit#i made these in order of appearance in the first episode so the order might be a little strange#gotta love auntie!#ofmd s2 one gif per episode#i made this#i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world
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pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏
warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!
he dreams about her.
it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.
and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.
she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.
her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.
he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.
she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.
but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.
it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.
his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.
you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?
but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.
he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.
he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.
#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki#cw.pregnancy#cw.child abuse#cw.trauma#cw.gore#cw.needles#char.🌧 gojo#mine.🌧#no children#tags will have some discussion of harming others & oneself as well as poor mental health in general pls be aware#i hope u like it beloved i am suddenly very self-conscious abt this one#there were originally more examples of her nearly-harming him but i ended up rewriting the snippet to focus on the needle thing#but in my head she...... had fits where she seriously considered maiming him but stopped herself#getting very close to it in many instances#idk. to me she was MEAN and stoic and gojo's obsession with her made his doting aunties and grannies beyond furious. thats what i think#and the only reason his clan kept her around was bc she was the only thing that could stop his tantrums#bc she was ambitious and cruel and she really did fight for him when needed. she could be scary. they rlly wanted her gone#n e way. ty for ur patience i hope it was worth the wait JKHADBFV
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Bicycling to see the rice fields
#i went on three trails/roads I'd never explored before#but i was hedging my bets that there'd be enough people out on sunday that i wouldn't be the first victim of feral dogs#indeed one auntie with an exercise band and no fucks to give held the attention of some barking warehouse dogs#while i made my escape#otherwise i can add ‘collar wearing goat’ to this list of things I've mistaken for a dog at a distance#to be fair the goat was solid black and having a stroll on the pedestrian path#what was i to think#taiwan#taipei#biking#nature#rice paddy#稻田#clouds#banyan tree#榕樹#北投區
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i love how unfatherly crowley and aziraphale both are when it comes down to it. sure aziraphale is more than willing to give the young people in his life help and advice and be their friend but he and crowley spent six years (eleven in the book) practically raising a kid (you just know his parents weren't around that often) and by the end they didn't even like him. crowley even suggested they just fucking kill him. he turned three kids into lizards for annoying him right after he destroyed their house. like it was that or kill them obviously but he did NOT hesitate with the newts. that's so funny to me. they're just inherently disinclined to parenthood. we need more characters like them actually
#good omens#i think if aziraphale HAD to take care of a baby no choice he would give them some cocoa#and play mozart for them and just kind of let them do their thing in the bookshop. away from the books of course.#like he would make sure they were safe and sheltered and he would be kind to them#but it would really show that he was just imitating fathers he had seen in books#crowley was not meant to raise children. he's a wine aunt plain and simple. he'd love to be called 'auntie crowley'#but he has no friends with kids so he has to be content with his brief stint as nanny.#the demon put a basket with a baby in it in the backseat of his car untethered and let it slide around#from side to side while he drove dangerously. canonically that is something he did#it's also my headcanon that he has some complicated feelings about parenthood and family roles#yknow. when you're technically one of 'god's children' but she cast you and so many of your siblings down to hell for asking questions#when the closest thing you have to a mother made you murder innocent children for a bet.#it can make you hesitant about that sort of thing!
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Everyday, I think too hard about the Luke and Leia’s exchange where she remembers her birth mother.
“Leia, do you remember your mother? Your real mother?”
“Just a little bit. She died when I was very young.”
“What do you remember?”
“Just images, really. Feelings.”
“She was very beautiful, kind...but sad.”
And how canon just…. forgot about it.
I propose mom Sabè.
Hear me out, Leia is born, Bail takes new baby home, Breha cuddles her new daughter, but he had said something to Obi-Wan about forging the adoption papers. And like, I’m not gonna speak on Alderaanian adoption procedures because I don’t know. We don’t know, okay. But generally, adoption takes time. Hella time. And we get this impression from Alderaanian culture or maybe just Breha that, despite being the literal queen, she doesn’t like to put the royal family ahead of the rest of the citizens. Like Leia goes to special royal events and training and whatnot, but she also has normal ass school and meets normal ass people. So sure, they can forge adoption papers because this is a very special circumstance, but it needs to look as normal as possible. They can’t just pull a baby out of nowhere and show up with a newborn they surprise adopted.
So? They need a stand-in mom who will be sympathetic to their case, not ask questions and not make a deal of it. Preferably someone who would do literally anything for Padmè. Had they mentioned it to her, she would have been there, and she’s been acting and keeping secret strategies her whole life. Sabè loved this woman with her whole heart. Hated Anakin, ofc, but she would have loved that little girl who looked just like her best friend.
And of course, she would be sad. Her other half is gone. All that’s left is her daughter who looks so much like her. And she knows she only gets to know this baby for a limited time. Maybe it was weeks, or months, or even years. We do know Leia was with the Organas by the time she was 2-3.
So that’s the mom I think Leia remembered. And maybe she did feel glimpses of Padmè and the two became one in her mind. They did used to swap places so that no one could tell them apart. So maybe all of her memory of her mom was just a vision.
But I like to think her closest Auntè got to know her and love her even for a little bit.
#yes I know I’ve seen the force vision thing#and I love it#I do#but#it’s so unsatisfying#I just want auntie sabe#little late for Mother’s Day#but that’s what made me think of this#snippys headcanons no one asked for#padme amidala#tsabin#sabè#leia organa#snippys txt
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number 2 and 8?
2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend?
Countries are...hard to truly be friends with. Even the ones you consider your friends. But it's easy to make friends with the aunties and uncles at the coffee shop.
8. How loose is their use of the phrase 'I love you'?
In SEA, we don't say 'I love you'. We cut fruits. Even if that person is annoying most of the time.
Edit : Pretend it's not Ramadan rn in that comic 8'D
[[OOC : Don't hesitate to send me more from the ask game list!! I linked it for a reason]]
#hws singapore#hws malaysia#hetalia#hws ask blog#hetalia ask blog#ask hws sg#hws hetalia#[[I think he gets along more with the aunties and uncles cuz he also like to gossip like an aunty 8'D]]#[[but i think he just gets along with his people in general he loves talking to them]]#[[ALSO I KNOW ITS NOT STRICTLY A SEA THING TO CUT FRUITS BUT LIKE#that ask really made me think about how often we actually say 'i love you#like i even consulted a malaysian friend about it and honestly we just dont say ily to each other#i guess maybe its all just upbringing?]]
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A day at the fair with the Starks
Steggy Week Day 4: Friends and Family Steggy Bingo: All the balloons Peggy Carter Bingo: Tunnel of Love
#peggy carter#steve rogers#howard stark#tony stark#steggyweek23#peggy carter bingo#steggy bingo bash#i am once again avoiding coloring anything in with any amount of effort#we deserve more auntie peggy#and uncle steve#and baby tony#i am once again asking everyone to ignore the art quality#herbie made a thing
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I feel like the post I just reblogged pointing out the all-or-nothing in how many people interact with their deconstruction of systems of oppression is resonating for me right now with so many different moments in my life where someone decides that because some part of myself has access to some of the levers of control/influence/etc that come with the relationship to power, and decides what that must mean about all the other parts of me that might be explicitly refused access to those same levers.
It has happened in so many spaces/aspects of my life, and it can be so hard to feel safe and seen and trusting of others when that's my chronic relationship to being perceived - half truths and obfuscation.
It doesn't really change regardless of who's doing the assuming either. Like, where they land in relation to systems of power may influence which direction they lean in their assumptions about me, but even that is often inconsistent. Both sides of the equation (those who share my marginalizations and those who exist in spaces of closer proximity to power) will still do it nonetheless.
When I was doing my liminal social identities work in undergrad, this was actually a big part of the conceptualization we explored of traumtic alienation of self as individual from self as collective, and what it can do to people to exist in this liminal relationship with your environment and the people in it. As I'm starting to gather my thoughts about my stress modeling, this conceptualization is bubbling back to the surface. I'm finding myself meandering through it on both a path specifically my own, and in an effort to better understand what other paths may be available to people during their version of the process/experience.
Selfhood is so fragile, and so in need of balance between self-construction and co-construction for us humans, and that gives us so many beautiful, even spiritual, experiences of meaning making and generativity of self. It also createa many pivot points where we may find room in our path for vulnerability or blurring of self. As much as these pivot points can be distressing, I think they also sometimes become our foundations of change/personal evolution, when we find that through the distress of existing in shift, something meaningful is occurring or observable in our experience of self-in-transition.
I think something I've valued especially about my own relationship with self is its transience. It doesn't always end up somewhere I would be happy to sustain, but it always allows me a degree of comfort in complexity that I think has made my body-mind a safer place for me overall.
#one day i will understand how to convey self in a way that is Mine and also Effective Communication#but lord knows it ain't today#it's always so interesting to me the way people decide to position me in their social/power schema#the funny thing i think is that even as a toddler people seemed to assign me a seriousness and gravity of social value that was both#irrational and inexplicable and in many cases wildly inappropriate#apparently one of my auntie's got in a bad way of 'consulting' me like her personal spiritual guide when I was like#two years old????#and she had to be like#you can't keep talking to my toddler about this stuff#that's an extreme one but like#it's also in line with the trend#i don't think people realize how dehumanizing it feels to be Assigned Moral and Social Weight and Value like that#it makes it so painfully clear to me that i am expected to manage to accommodate everyone's needs while never having#or at least never expressing or acknowledging in the presence of others#any needs of my own regardless of their impact on me#sometimes I think people assume that I went into the fields I did as like. a white knight type motivation#or like#that going into the field is what's made me the way I am#and like.#not really. it's more that I knew my role in life was 'other people's emotional regulation/go-to anchor' as long as I've had self-concept#and at a certain point you've been playing that role long enough that your options are either#become a subject matter expert and contributer to the field#or fucking kill yourself#because you certainly can't keep doing what you're doing#i dunno. i guess i just wished there was anyone in my life i trusted to see me as the fully complexified and messy human I am#i might feel a little less like i'm the only real thing in my life#anyway i think i'm gonna go. dissociate out of existence for a while before i get the kind of suicidal that's going to worry wifey#i don't think i can cope with needing to regulate her out of an anxiety response right now and i understand that means i can't need care atm#you ever just get the feeling that you're drowning under the weight of the needs you just can never seem to meet? i do.
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I watched the doctor donna specials and I have emotions. Also I kinda love fifteen. Also none of those plots made sense but they were still good lol.
I just love the Doctor and his bestie Donna so so much. 😭 she got a happy ending after all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and so did he alkdlrfkleldd 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ok I'm normal I'm fine.
#ragamusings#the doctor donna#doctor who#tenth doctor#fourteenth doctor#donna noble#also how many times was the doctor mortally wounded/dying while wearing that face#bc i feel like it's an alarming number of times#partially bc of his whole crisis about not changing lol but still#anyways if you're david tenant why would you want to change fr#THE HUG FIFTEEN GAVE HIM#like kinda weird to be hugged by yourself but also like fifteen is not himself really?#the bi-regeneration thing is hurting my brain#but it's like the doctor knew he couldn't keep going with all that history and pain holding onto him#so he shed that part of himself in the kindest way to let fourteen heal slowly#albeit while fifteen got the fast track on therapy bc of it lol#don't even look at me about donna i love her so much#i'm so glad she is back to being whole both with her memories and with who she made herself to be since#and now she's made a home for herself and her bestie#also mel???! mel coming back what joy mad auntie mel#and wilf 😭😭😭😭😭😭 my beloved#ok normal normal i'm normal#i was so mad when nph showed up though lol why
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oh look, it already 5 o'cluck 🤭🐔❄️
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Auntie Bee going down with her first scar, thinking about how she had told Jean to "be mentally prepared if he's too far gone," was not only Beatrix believing Jean was the only other one who could end Sean, and it was not only Marisha setting Zehra up for a We Saw This Coming that she would have had to use while Beatrix was unconscious and unable to help, but it was also Beatrix having believed the whole time that it was really Sean hunting them, even though Marisha didn't have confirmation until Spenser said the word blood. :)
#Candela Obscura SPOILERS for ts#we talk about action economy but what about roleplay economy! what about Marisha Ray cramming SO much into ONE line!!!!#we talk about party uncertainty but what about character certainty!! they all decided what their characters believed#and it just so happened that out of everyone being sooo sure that's Not Sean that's The Thing That Has Taken My Friend#Auntie Bee who's known him longest except for maybe Marion#was out there taking measures because she had made up her mind#god damn. brutal. ruthless. incredible.
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I got a beautiful picture of my friend’s baby laying next to a stuffed bunny my dad bought, and Baby is smaller than the toy, cuddled under its ear. I’m fighting every urge and desire to make it my phones background.
#on a scale of 1 to weirdets thing in the world how creepy is it to want another persons baby as your phone background 😭#I think my heart is exploding it’s so cute. Baby is so small!!!!!!!! AAAAAAA#I’ve been trying to hang back and not be a pest but o haven’t already brought them home made cinnamon rolls and focaccia#my friends been texting me a lot so I think I haven’t intruded. trying to be really supportive of them#I was called Baby’s aunty yesterday and it ONCE AGAIN nearly started crying
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damn. ofmd season 2 kind of completely sucked compared to season 1
#ONLY character who came out unscathed was izzy. LOVE what they did with him#stede was annoying. ed was all over the place. jim’s entire personality was erased. nobody else mattered#things i liked: exploring lucius’s trauma. wee john in divine drag. basically all the new characters. the swede and spanish jackie#BUT NOTHING ELSE MATTERED IN THE LONG RUN#buttons turned into a bird. and then nobody ever talked about it ever again#did frenchie and roach do ANYTHING? WHO THE HELL IS ARCHIE SHE JUST SHOWED UP AND DID NOTHING AND THEN THE SHOW ENDED#the pivot away from jim/olu made noooooooo sense. their relationship was very strong and solid and interesting for all of season 1#and then in season 2 it’s like it never happened???? they literally had sex in season 1#i liked xheng a lot. this show needed more girlbosses. her and auntie were excellent additions to the cast#all in all. i think the show took all the wrong lessons from its popularity in season 1#by focusing so hard on ed n stedes drama that a) the plot made no sense and b) literally none of the other characters mattered
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Talking about and destigmatizing mental illness is not the same thing as giving away sensitive information about your mental health that other people could use against you, and anyone who tries to convince you otherwise is sus af. If anything, advocating for mental health and self-care goes hand-in-hand with advocating for privacy on those exact same matters.
If someone is offended by you not listing off all your triggers and sensitive psychological information in a publicly accessible forum, or even just to them specifically when you prefer not to, ask yourself why.
#auntie kara made that mistake#it went badly#and before social media gets all social media about this#i'm not saying never talk about this stuff#we all have trusted people#hopefully we have therapists and medical professionals where the whole point is communicating with them#i mean like MAYBE#JUST MAYBE#don't be out here putting every diagnosis on your profile and listing off the specific things that trigger debilitating flashbacks#when we are sharing digital space with people who get their jollies by seeing how much of a reaction they can get out of a stranger#if you're safely able to be public about it and want to for educational or visibility purposes that's one thing#but it is not required of you and anyone who tells you it is is in a mood to mess with you
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walking into an unfamiliar mittai shop is literally like being dropped in a country where you don't speak the language except the irony is i DO speak the language
#guessing this is the same as walking into a new deli or smth but literally i dont know how the lines work#OR the measurement my old place was all weight based but these guys do things by the box???????#so im like half pound jalebi half pound kaju katli and they are looking at me like i said it in english#going to a new threading parlor is the same but i dont expect anything but derision from parlor aunties#so even my old local place made me think i was gonna die
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