#beauty is found within

[stardustwaterfalls]

YALL IM ABT TO CRY

i was taking my little sister shopping w/ me bc my mom was going to get groceries in the store next to the one we were in AND i was pointing out some clothes that i thought would look cute on her and what she said practically broke my heart:

"But those are for skinny, pretty girls."

it's fucking SAD that a 7 year old girl has to stop and think that they shouldn't wear things or do things because of their apperance.

to ANYONE who has ever felt like they were less worthy or "not as good" as others go throw that idea away in the fucking trash

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

YOU ARE AMAZING

YOU ARE PERFECT

YOU ARE SPECIAL

LOVE YOURSELF TOO

and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

[catgirljaneway]

I deeply dislike the voyager fandom trope where Kathryn is everyone's mom and Chakotay is the dad. (I love found family, I hate "nuclearized" found family) That woman is NOT everyone's mother. She is however Harry's mother. Which is even funnier because from what we know, Harry seems to have a perfectly healthy and good relationship with his actual mom. He did NOT need to be adopted by an insane middle-aged woman but BOOM now he's got mommy issues and it's literally his boss.

[pinkmirth]

they’re literally the best couple ever

[idontmindifuforgetme]

shocked at how healthy of a place i’ve been in mentally as of late. wish i could pluck y’all up and put u in my head. everyone needs to experience this lightness at least once

[khajiitclaws]

Miqomarch Day 13 — Wonder

Neon lights and the hum of electronics were ubiquitous, catching the eye with flashing images of models and products. This was only the beginning of the technological marvels.

[vizabel]

the great art of family, lies, and debt

[bloodmoon-cerberus]

sometimes I think DID is also waking up in the headspace of a main character in a Lovecraft-esque novel and I must shout about the horrors and the madness I have seen and witnessed and been part of, but when anyone looks I'm not yelling about Elder Gods, it's just. women

[daybreakrising]

@apocryphis: this trip to liyue had been nothing short of a success - if a nerve-wracking one at first, he will admit to it. what can the duke say: he is a creature of habit, a territorial one, and he had never left fontaine before! surely no one could blame him for being a little nervous. beidou, fortunately and despite her little jabs here and there, had not; and quickly enough, lantern rite had turned into a joyful, unforgettable experience. in no small part thanks to her.

aboard the alcor making its journey back to fontaine, wriothesley finds the opportune moment to approach her under the stars; she is alone, the rest of the crew off to dinner and a few songs, and so he clears his throat as he drags another chair next to hers and offers a grin as he sits. "a little bird told me the 14th is a particular day on the ship." fortunately, the little bird in question had told him so well in advance. from the folds of his coat, wriothesley pulls a package, square and soft, clearly containing something made out of fabric.

when beidou opens it, she will find a woven tapestry he's had custom made during their stay, representing her at the helm of a certain flying ship, defiantly facing off a beautifully coloured sea storm.

"i knew liyue had its fair share of talented craftsmen, but they've surpassed my expectations. couldn't go back without thanking you for the trip... and wishing you a happy birthday." wriothesley smiles, boyish and a little mischievous; yet unable to conceal (or want to conceal) the fondness in his eyes as he watches her undo the wrapping. truly, what a strange and wonderful find she had been. "many happy returns, captain. hopefully we'll... go back next year, too?"

There is nothing she finds more soothing than a calm night at sea - it is quite often that her crew can find her sitting beneath the stars like this, the wind in her hair and the crisp, cool night air washing over her like a balm. When she hears the soft tread of steps upon the deck, she expects one of her crew, come to bring her a drink or the gift she knows they have hidden away somewhere below, despite her constant reminders that they do not need to get her anything.

But it isn't a member of her crew at all (at least, not a current one - she is determined to recruit him to her ship one day). The tread is slightly heavier, accompanied by a subtle metallic clink that she has come to associate with only one person aboard this vessel. She'd know those boots anywhere.

So she is already smiling as he sits beside her, already shifting her position to turn more towards him. "A little bird, hm?" Always those birds, revealing secrets all across Teyvat. "Yes, I suppose it is a day..." Her words trail off as her eyes alight upon the package then produced from his coat, and she clicks her tongue with a kind of fond chiding. "Oh, come on, you didn't have to..."

Despite her words, she is... touched, that he has had the thought to get her something, especially since it was clearly prepared in advance to their depature from Liyue's shores. How long has he been holding onto this? She takes the package, carefully and meticulously unwraps it, her mind already trying to piece together what it could be - soft, something textile based, but... what?

She says nothing as she unfurls the tapestry in all its spectacular glory - because she is speechless, possibly for the first time in his presence. There is a swell of emotion within her chest that steals her voice, steals her breath, and she can do nothing but take in this beautiful piece of art with widened eyes (eyes, too, as one hand lifts to tug the patch free in order to drink in every detail).

Eventually, her gaze shifts to the man beside her, and still the words do not come. Instead, she leans across - the first time he gave her a gift, her response when she saw him next was to grab him by the tie and plant upon him a kiss of gratitude that stole away his breath. This time, it is something softer. It is not his lips she claims, but his cheek, the kiss sweet, almost tender.

"Do you know," she says as she retreats back, finding her voice at last, "that it was a tapestry not unlike this one here, that first inspired my dreams of the sea? I was still a young girl, an orphan on the streets, when I caught sight of these breathtaking scenes woven upon fabric at a market stall. That image of a ship sailing for the horizon, the potential it stood for, the freedom... I will never forget it."

She looks upon her tapestry again, at the image of herself standing at the helm of that magnificent ship, and feels a definite tug at her heart that is almost enough to dampen her eyes. Almost. "I've never told that story to anyone, and yet somehow you have given to me the most perfect gift." Her gaze once more shifts to him, warm and soft with an affection that cannot be denied. "You, Wriothesley, are truly the most remarkable man I've ever met, and I am so very glad to have met you."

Her hand reaches over, catches his in a light, gentle grasp. A quick grin flashes across her face and she gives his hand the lightest of squeezes. "Though you have set the bar rather high for next year, no?"

[kadextra]

I am once again thinking about theoryduo

[oschonseleven]

anyway now that I'm Normaler today

thinking about fiddling around with cidutha's relationship AGAIN bc I can't fuckin leave it alone :')

I'm just wondering if it being this undefined, friends with benefits thing going on for years, with all the yearning and things unsaid but heavily implied bc they're emotionally just not ready to put that weight on each other (something something both deeply traumatised by loved ones dying by circumstances out of their control something)

would suit the way the story plays out for Utha better and the way I see his priorities mapping out, rather than this strained long distance relationship where he has to make a lot of compromises that I don't think she'd be happy forcing on him, if it wasn't what he really wanted. Whereas if they're both on the same page, without the baggage of being Together Together...that feels more equitable but also still with room for pain :)

[priory-of-stars]

I looked at your face and realized this is what religion is founded on.

[ranvwoop]

school sucks i have to sit there for 5 hours between classes and I am already ehhhh on the pizza (Only edible food campus adjacent) so like. guess I'll just die

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

they should let me fall asleep soundly to the sounds of my dearest loved ones every night :( mean and unfair

[enterstellars]

and with that i do believe that my run with interstellar in imax has come to an end.

[inkskinned]

the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.

when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."

but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.

now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.

the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.

but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."

the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.

but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?

because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!

and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.

[goblin-enjoyer]

oh by the corpses I just seen someone on twitter point to when they added first added hats as when tf2s artstyle died. Calling tf2s artstyle beforehand "restrained 50s cold war art direction" as if it wasn't silly day one. "people rightfully shit on cod for breaking its art style but tf2 has been a mess for longer that nobody questions it" as if the game didn't have cartoony gore effects, funny voice lines and general golden comic era stupidity from as soon as it released. Im sorry but that idea of tf2 died 2 years in, even sooner if you actually look at any of the meet the team videos. and at the end of their little "thing was actually much better back in the day" speal they had the gall to go tell people to play tf2 classic. I'm sorry to people who play "classic" versions of games but why is it that whenever a bad take with someone saying that "oh the tone has been RUINED from its original light" or whatever, it's always a git who hasn't played the main game in over 10 years and stopped 2 years in. Like mate, you barely played the game! This period of time you talk about is less than a third of the games lifespan, less than even "the golden years" that the game was like in its prime. Why is the complaint with the yeti taunt glitch that a yeti is in the game as a taunt and not that the glitch exists? ugh, i need a drink. sorry for bringing twitter discourse filth here, just needed to quickly vent a little steam out me.