#current self

[psalm40speakstome]

Lovely Runner Episode Two.

Hilarious, adorable and I love it but for real I don’t care how in love I thought I was with some other guy if that man moved next door to me I WOULD NOTICE.

[probablyscreamingintothevoid]

It wasn't even 10:30 when I read the message from my friend: "What you lack in your childhood is what you seek in your adulthood" with an upside down smiley face at the end.

I replied, "Eddie Munson???" immediately and as a joke because I can't stand a serious thought for more than a moment. But it felt disingenuous and dismissive, I could tell my friend had more to add to their thought so I followed up with, "On a serious note, this is so fucking true."

My friend either didn't catch my joke or is a saint and chose to overlook it, continuing the conversation with, "think of what Wayne is to Eddie" with another upside down smile. "Hopper to Eleven🙃" And to my serious note they said, "So you realized that already👀"

Of course I did, I wanted to respond. But I waited, giving myself a moment to process all of these things. I finally sent back, "Give me a broken father figure who works on bettering himself for his kid even if he thinks it's going to kill him." Barely thirty seconds pass but I start to worry. "This is something I crave. It's why I try to be so solid for my niece."

"And you actively write wholesome, fatherly acts in your fics whether you intentionally do so or not."

And shit if that didn't get me thinking just how telling writing can be. Of course I write about Wayne Munson and Jim Hopper. I know it is my inner child still begging my late father to look at his children with as much love as Hopper has for El. My childhood lacked a father who could over come his own personal demons and be present for his children, it almost lacked any father at all. How could I possibly not love Wayne Munson for how he defended his nephew up until the bitter end?

What you lack in your childhood is what you seek in your adulthood.

How very true this is. It is why I have given my original characters sound family units, a father or father figure always there to save the day. It is why, even in the brief amount of time I worked with the thought of Kirishima's father being a villain i made him a desperate man, not a bad one that would hate his child for wanting to become a hero. It is why I have spent weeks writing thousands of words about how steady a presence Wayne is for Eddie, how he and Hopper collectively ensure that none of those children ever feel alone again. It is why Otabek has grown up in my story believing that his step father is his dad and why that doesn't change even once he is told the truth, because that man is his dad.

While I'm here sharing my truth I should add that it is the reason I write so much relapse and recovery. I gave Kirishima an older sibling who uses drugs until it tears him apart. but after years of struggling he begins to recover, finally able to be a good big brother, both of them happier than they ever imagine possible. It is what my younger self never got and what my current self still longs for.

What you lack in your childhood is what you seek in your adulthood.

How true this is. My God how it shapes you and all you give to the world.

[kakusboyfriend]

Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.

"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.

Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.

"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."

[ahhvernin]

That's when you current self tells your teenage self to create a game that exacts their revenge but is suitable for the 8 year old self who will be the best minion ever and both will get ice cream and waffles afterwards. Then your current self sits back with popcorn and watch your teen self destroy the thing while teaching your little how to macgyver random shit they found in the garbage from some random survival tools book they also found in the garbage and a collection of spy movies. And you're chill about it because you know they'll both come back hungry and willing to make waffle batter with you and toss a ziploc back with ice and cream back and forth to each other for their ice cream.

[spider-doodler-x3]

Man how I've changed

[johnny-depp-is-loved]

for those who are devastated about the election results right now, here’s your gently reminder to take some time offline, read your favorite book, write that fic you’ve been wanting to write, play with your pets, watch that film on your to-watch list, rewatch your comfort tv show, drink some water, get yourself something delicious, have a nice and relaxing bath, look at the pretty skies and take a deep breath. you’ve survived this far and you will continue to survive. this is not the end ♡

[alwayswiselight]

One of the most horrifying videos on YouTube that appeared in my feed this week was that of US Air Force airman Aaron Bushnell immolating himself just outside the Washington DC Israeli Embassy in protest of the genocide in Gaza. Evidently, he had received orders that he would be assigned along with other US military personnel to assist the Israeli Defense Forces in their so-called war against Hamas. As he stated in his video, he preferred to take this extreme step rather than be complicit in genocide. He was only 25 years old.

Rest in peace Aaron. You are a hero. I hope that your action draws more support in the US to end this heinous slaughter of the indigenous Palestinians by their genocidal oppressors.

[msmimundo]

In which Angel Dust gets big on politics

EDIT: Part 2

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[everythingunderthestarsthings]

transformation - powerful as it is - is painful

Today being a day nearing the eve of July, the 7th month of the year, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on the past six months.

Close friends of mine know I’ve been trying to figure out who I really am, and what kind of person I want to be. When you grow up with a set of pre-conceived notions and truths, it’s hard to unlearn and break the foundations of your personality and see what’s left…

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[saewokhrisz]

screeching hunger

[ryegarden]

listen to me. listen to me. its fed girl summer. its 2:1 tummy to titty ratio summer. its not hiding your pre or non surgery trans body because it's too hot to be in a binder. summer of showing off love handles, tummy overhang, back rolls, double chins, bingo wings, thick thighs because they are so good! and they are part of your wonderful body!

[ID: a two digital self portrait sketches in soft olive green tones of frankie, a young transmasculine person. he's wearing low waisted wide leg jeans and a cropped vest with beetles on it. they are hairy and tattooed, and the drawings pay particular attention to how their stomach sticks out or folds over their jeans. end ID]

[spatterpus]

[yuiiiriii]

You hadn’t answered Megumi’s texts at all. He understood it was early in the morning so he just told himself you were still sleeping. But then noon came around and nothing.

Ok weird…

He sends you a text that he was gonna stop by, to which you still hadn’t answered. He was growing worried. He takes quick strides to your dorm room, doing his best to keep his heart at ease.

He knocks softly on your door.

No answer.

He gulps.

He opens the door, stepping inside your room, only to be met with a lump under the covers.

“Y/n?” He questions, he noticed the tensing of your shoulders even under then blankets.

“I’ve been texting you, what’s wrong?” He walks over to you ready to pull the sheets off of you.

“No! It’s cold.” You squeak out and he blinks. “Can I see your face?” You peak an eye out and his brows furrow at the sight of them being red and swollen.

“Why are you crying?” He kneels down and you clutch your stomach.

“I got my period. My stupid cramps hurt s’much megs.” You pout and he frowns.

“Uh—is there anything I can do to help?” He pulls the sheets more down so he can see your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You sigh, leaning your face into his palm.

“My heating pad and pills.” You mumble.

“They’re in that drawer.”

Megumi leaves a kiss on your forehead, sliding the drawer open and grabbing your things. He hooks in the heating pad and sets it to medium heat. After he feels it grow warmer, he opens your pills.

“Come on pretty.” He says so softly.

You wince when you sit up and it only worries Megumi, tugging at his heart strings. He helps you drink water and finish swallowing your medication. Giving you small kisses as a silent good job.

Once you lay back down, he places the heating pad over your lower abdomen, making you sigh in relief. He smiles at the pure bliss on your face. You look so tired, he wonders how long the pain kept you up. As if you read his mind you tug at his hand.

“Lay with me.” You whisper and he nods, a small smile gracing his lips.

He slides under the covers behind you, his hand lying right on top of the heating pad, adding pressure to your abdomen, making you feel even better. He nuzzles his nose in your hair, sighing once he’s comfortable.

“You had me worried you know?” He says low, his voice raspy, buzzing through your ear and throughout your body.

“I know I’m sorry, I was in a lot of pain.” His arm around you squeezes at that.

“Just try to let me know, you know I’ll do anything to help.” He pecks the shell of your ear, his hands now gliding through your hair soothingly.

“I will, thanks megs, I love you.” You whisper and he melts, his cheeks growing hot as he stuffs his face in the space between your neck and shoulder blade.

“I love you too.” He murmurs.

He falls asleep before you, only then do you check your phone, giggling at all the messages he had sent.

Poor baby.

© yuiiiriii

[athena5898]

(BreakThrough News) — An attempted self-immolation took place at a Washington DC protest, apparently in opposition to biased media coverage of the ongoing genocide in Gaza. Witnesses say the man announced he worked for CBS.

[sugas6thtooth]

May Aaron rest in peace. His values and the legacy he leaves behind is one of humanity. Society has failed, to the point where we must go up in flames to request a natural obligation such as freedom.