#but you feel perfectly safe

[lunammoon]

Little spoon Lucanis. Reblog. You agree.

[mxwhore]

my saturday

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Just eepy Phantom loving his pack because I need some comfort no hurt.

It's cold in the Ministry, drafty hallways and high ceillings doing nothing to preserve heat. Phantom distantly knows that, but somehow they enjoy it. There is a specific kind of delight in knowing how chilly it is when you are happily burried under thick blankets and warm bodies ; it is one of those small pleasures Phantom is so sensitive to. Right now, curled in Cumulus' arms, Dew half drapped over them, Swiss's legs tangled with theirs, the whole pack nearly spilling from the the comically large bed they collapsed on last night, they are purposefully not moving a muscle, soothed by the knowledge that they are safe and loved, surrounded by people who care about them more than they ever thought was possible.

Aurora makes a little noise, shifting in Mountain's arms, the earth ghoul groaning sleepily, long leg kicking like a big dog's. Phantom though it was him snoring like a motor engine, but now that they're a bit less drowsy, they can see it's Aether, sprawled on his back with Cirrus's head cushioned on his chest. Phantom idly wonders whether she's wearing earplugs, to sleep so peacefully right next to the biggest source of noise in the room. Sunny keeps getting nudged by Rain's wagging tail, her mohawk a disastrous mess with how she keeps rubbing her head against the sheet ; she vaguely looks up, eyes bleary, and blinks at Phantom.

"Y'alright ?"

Phantom smiles, a warmth filling his chest like a bright little flame, burning away any darkness.

"I'm good. Just taking it all in."

[birch-shark-art]

Starting off with the piece in my icon! Seems fitting.

I've gotten really into pottery this year -- it's the impetus for this blog, to be honest -- and while I won't be posting only pottery here, that's definitely likely to be the bulk of what I talk about. Because I'm very into it, and because I'm having a lot of fun with it and reasonably proud of most of the stuff I make, and because it's a hobby that produces a whole lot of physical objects.

This is one of the first pieces I made this summer, and the first one I was really satisfied with. Sure, it's got some wobbles and flaws, but I like the shape and I love how the design came out. I had grass/wheat designs in mind early on, but I tried the colored slip + sgraffito on a whim and a teacher's suggestion.

[milo-by-the-fishtank]

The word zippertits it’s so fucked up because of like 17 reasons

Transphobic as hell, let’s just make fun of trans people who get mastectomy’s to transition

It’s pretty fucking up thing to say against people who have had breast cancer or any other reason why somebody might have a mastectomy performed. And also given the amount of misogynistic stuff that people who have had fucking cancer still go through, I would certainly say it’s also incredibly misogynistic as well

It’s body shaming

It’s often implied to mean female, which is so fucked up because any gender or sex can have a mastectomy performed and thus have mastectomy scars. 

That’s four strikes you’re already out, try actually maybe describing what actions or statements you are annoyed by and attacking those instead.

[thelaurenshippen]

the way that silver said "I will stand here with you an hour, a day, a year" to flint and "I will wait a day, a month, a year, forever" to madi....I'm sick to my stomach. who is doing unhinged devotion like this man

[0vergrowngraveyard]

In your villain au, do Sonic and Tails ever hug in any circumstance? Like, if there's a storm, does Sonic comfort Tails?

so they dont really hug but after arguments, instead of apologizing, they’ll sit near each other in silence and just be in each other’s company. depending on the severity of the argument, the silence will usually last until the next day when they’ve both “slept it off” (spoiler alert: they don’t sleep it off. it just gets bottled up)

during thunderstorms, however, sonic will put an arm around tails to comfort him. it’s very awkward, but it makes tails feel safe nonetheless

[sundove88]

Hello. In case you need somewhere to vent or just want to be comforted, my blog is a safe place.

If you’re having a rough day, just take a deep breath and smile. Things will get better.

I hope that you can reblog this to show that your blog is a safe place for everyone, too!

And happy holidays to each and every one of you!

[flowersdiceandlove]

The burial mounds, a place of mystery, the place of the dead, cannot be comprehended by humans. It is a place warped by time and resentful energy and the intentions of those who inhabit it and who knows what else. It is sentient and has a strong will of its own. It’s said that no one can leave the Burial Mounds, and that is true as much as it’s not. The burial mounds keeps what is theirs; protects what is theirs. No one can escape from the Burial Mounds bc more often than not, once you enter, the Burial Mounds see you as theirs. It does not take well to people hurting and taking what is theirs. (And, maybe this is why a certain demonic cultivator was able to survive and leave that place. Maybe he understood this will and resentment bc he too would do anything to protect those he loves. For him as well, once he considers someone family, they are family. And nothing will change that. No matter what happens, his family is his family, and those under his protection are fully under his protection. They can see a kindred spirit in each other, and so the Burial Mounds let him go, knowing that he will always carry part of the Burial Mounds with him. The souls in his sleeves and the resentful energy he welcomes into his body. The boon that the Burial Mounds grants him.)

It is for these reasons that WWX knows to bring the Wen remnants there. Not only does he know he can defend them if needed in that place teeming with resentment, he knows the Burial Mounds themselves will protect them. It protects its own, and the Burial Mounds knows these people that WWX brought are his, so they are its. It’s as simple as that. And, the Burial Mounds likes it. It likes having these people here, milling about and carving a life on it. It likes how they turns its soil from barren to fruitful. It likes how they are happy and content. It likes being their home and haven. It will do anything to protect them.

When the first siege comes, the Burial Mounds try to protect what is theirs. These people who have made a home on it. But, they are all grieving deeply, and it’s beautiful child, the first to even understand them and want to make peace with them instead of destroying them, is breaking apart. He is breaking apart with the weight of someone who could not protect that which is most precious to him. And he has been breaking with this weight for months now, every day chipping another piece of himself away, every day pulling further and further into himself, every day driving him just a little more insane. The Burial Mounds have no problem with madness. They will still embrace him fully and without question, but it pains them to see him like this. They are all breaking under the pressure of what the world outside its borders do. This is no longer their haven, but now their place of imminent doom. It is only a matter of time until the cultivators attack. The Burial Mounds fights back as it always does to protect those that are its. But, some of these living cultivators attacking are family of WWX and it cannot attack family. And, it knows that even should he wipe all these harmful intruders out, that will not stop more from coming, and more after that. The Burial Mounds would fight every wave they send, but that is not the issue. The issue is that its people are grieving and breaking. The issue is that it cannot do anything to fix that and every attack will break their spirits just that much more.

So instead, the Burial Mounds decide to change it. As the cultivators pour in, the Burial Mounds pulls its energy from defending and into charging its intention.  Some of its people get cut down, but that is fine, it will still work, they do not have to be alive. Just as WWX is about to destroy the Stygian Tiger Amulet (oh, and look at their brave boy, but don’t do that, my child, it will tear you apart) a large pulse of resentful energy ripples out over the battlefield, shaking the ground and seeping into all that is theirs. The air and ground starts to ripple, unstable and warping like swirls of marble, until none can stay standing in this odd happening, toppling over, nauseous from the swirling. Those that are theirs are sucked into the soil, deep into its power, and it embraces them into its depths.

Then—

They open their eyes.

WWX is seven, on the streets of Yiling, and turns his head to the Burial Mounds so close by, calling to him. Come home, my child, it whispers. Come to me; I will protect you.

Wen Ning is eight and Wen Qing 14. They also look in the direction of Yiling—of the Burial Mounds. They too hear the call. There are gasps rippling around their home, and people bursting through doors, embracing each other, crying in joy. Eyes flick around at everyone. They know. All those that were on the Burial Mounds, as well as Wen Qing and Wen Ning remember. They know what Wen Ruohan is planning. They also know what will happen to their real family.

They go to Yiling. Just a few at first. They lost many people in their branch before they were saved by WWX, and those people are more than hesitant to go to that cursed place. Those that remember can’t simply leave them to their fates again. So, some go, while some stay. They will convince the rest later. When they arrive at the base of the Burial Mounds, there is already a large collapse in the wall surrounding it looking to be made recently. The paths open up for them as they start their ascent. The path is just as they remember, the corpses and spirits howling, but leaving them be. They know they are already part of them. Granny Wen and Wen Qing are at the front of the group, leading the way. Wen Qing wishes her brother was there, but that was not something their parents would budge on. They barely let her go, and only because Granny was insisting as well and promised to look after her.

They reach the clearing where their homes were, and there they are. Their little shacks that barely stay standing. The patches of land they’d tilled and toiled over. And there, perched on a tree stump by the side of the road is a boy, even smaller than A-Ning, covered in dirt and grime that can’t all be from the Burial Mounds, spinning a black, bamboo dizi in his tiny hands. He watches them with shining eyes and a large smile they’d know anywhere breaks out on his face, then—

He laughs. The boy laughs loud and clear and bright as he topples off the stump in his joy. Many of them join in the laughter as well. Amazed and in disbelief. Wen Qing, granny, and a few others rush over to the little Wei Wuxian and pull him into a crushing embrace. The laughter soon turns to wracking sobs as they all cling to each other and let it all sink in. 

They are alive. They are together.

And, they will make sure it stays that way.

The Burial Mounds hum around them, welcoming them home.

[wayfinderships]

I'll be so doomed the day I ever get a girl f/o

[keo6323]

IM SCREAMING OKAY IM SCRENAIMGIIAN

[gilgil-machine]

Sometimes I think how much impact Gilgamesh had (well still has) on me and how much he got into my heart and soul.

Like, I have a lot characters from different pieces of media that I like and enjoy but only Gilgamesh managed to get that tight grip on me and occupy my mind almost completely and honestly I'm not complaining😌

[zukoromantic]

I would treasure him and care for him like the precious thing he is by the way if you even care

[rivalfortune5768]

Sometimes we'd love nothing more than to ramble under the stars.

So sit with us for a minute, look up, outside your window, past your roof, out the door of your tent, whatever it may be.

We think a lot about the way we're perceived, it's something that gets drilled into you if you get put in enough speech therapy classes growing up, for a long time we cared a lot about it, then later not so much, and now we're not entirely sure honestly!

Sure, it's easy to say "we can't say this thing, it will give the wrong impression" and it's easy to not think, and follow it up with "sorry, our words aren't working right now. This is what we were trying to express:", but it's another thing to keep it running like a background process, like a private server. To keep the train on time and manage each of it's stops, you know?

Sometimes you are seen in a way that makes sense, and is close enough to reality that it is effective and there's no reason to clarify, but you want to because you want to be Known and Understood. You don't clarify unless a safe chance presents itself, you need time if the train goes off the rails to put it back on, either to keep the appearance of a tight ship, or to explain what the cargo's been all along. You do your best to give free tickets to the people who will ride the train for fun, unhidden, just to see your smile reflect the moonlight.

There is a point to us rambling into the void like this, we promise you, and we hope that the people we intent to speak about it to will hear it from us at some point. Until then, pull someone you love aside, take them for a walk, and ask them if you can talk about something and express yourself clearly, no mask, no paint, no obscuring void, no veil. Maybe it'll go bad, maybe someone will reach out and hold your heart just like you want them to, maybe you'll have a good laugh over why you were so worried about it in the first place.

Revel in unblemished honesty with the people who care about you, love them and treasure the way they make you feel, and remember you don't have to hide from them.

[vertejay]

Im currently sitting in the freezing cold trying to get snow off of my car and defrost it. Soft snow they said! MY WINDSHIELD WIPERS ARE STUCK HELP ME I have to go turn my car off, lock my car, grab a scraper, and do the process all over again. 😭😭

[magratpudifoot]

I've been ruminating on a Disc Horse since some time last night, and I am rewarding myself with a piece of carrot cake for keeping out of it and just reading some books.

But...just checking in...do we all know what oppositional reading is? Where a consumer of a piece of art can come to a different conclusion about the meaning of that art than what the author intended? A different interpretation than what is commonly accepted as "right"? And that doesn't make the oppositional reader wrong, and in fact is totally fine and normal?

We all know this, yes?

It is very important to me that we know this.