#find your treasure

[random-xpressions]

Let's play the game: fumbling hands in the dark..

Random Xpressions

[suave1foru]

Find Your Soul

[rogue-storm]

The only good Zelink headcanon I've ever come up with is Link doesn't use petnames/affectionate nicknames and instead just calls her Zelda bc previously the only thing he could call her is "Princess" or "Her Royal Highness" since forever BUT Zelda calls him only The Most Embarrassing nicknames bc a) she loves to fluster her boy and b) she's always been able to say his name

[undertheredhood]

jason todd is much like a typical dad in the sense he will share something extremely outrageous that had happened to him/he did out of nowhere and will never speak of it ever again no matter how many times he’s asked to elaborate.

[queerprayers]

is it selfish or bad to pray to God for a romantic partner lol. not even in a specifically queer way just in general.

Short answer: No, beloved! We are called to pray without ceasing, to ask for what we want. It can feel selfish to pray for ourselves or to pray for something we don't technically need, but we're literally told to pray for ourselves (think of the Lord's Prayer) and to make our requests known to God.

Bringing a request to God is what we should do with all our desires--even if we're not sure they're the path we should take. We bring it to God because God is sure. We don't pray like it's a magic spell, but we do pray confidently, trusting that God hears--and in fact all prayer is a begging to be heard, and so our prayers are answered.

I'm sure you know that while love is promised and necessary, romantic love is neither a need nor a guarantee. Romance was not what Jesus stressed or even really mentioned--he talks about the structure of marriage but not the intimacy of romance. His interpersonal love in the gospels is primarily with his friends.

And yet, most of us experience some kind of pull toward romance, and sexuality is quite literally how humans continue existing. Romantic relationships can be fulfilling and joyful (although of course they aren't always). Your desire for this intimacy and joy is part of you, and while of course it could manifest in selfish ways, praying for it is the least selfish thing of all--it's putting it in God's hands. It's admitting your wants, even if they feel too intimate or selfish or embarrassing, and admitting that it's not in your control, that you can't do it all yourself.

You might not get what you want, and God already knows what you want, and yet--we're told to pray anyway. We're told to praise and give thanks and pray for others--and ourselves. So ask selfishly, ask boldly, and open your heart to what echoes out of it. You're not manifesting, you're participating in love. Pray for love, and the love will be in the prayer already. Pray for the kind of intimacy that your heart desires, knowing that the intimacy of God (the one you're cultivating by asking) is all you need. Don't drown in human desire, but let it (asking for it, perhaps living it someday) lead you to desire for the divine.

<3 Johanna

P.S.--You may find this ask from a while ago interesting!

[vaguely-concerned]

rook x lucanis: romance with a commentary track! solas and spite contribute with their thoughts and opinions along the way whether anyone wants them to or not. it's like a MST3K episode up in here as you try to get hot and heavy. in. in the pantry. love among the radishes at the end of the world (rifftrax version)

[4ranghaes]

asahi x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

12:51 - “matcha latte?”

you looked up, going to collect your drink, that was fast.

suddenly, a man was beside you, reaching for the same drink.

“for asahi?” the barista finished.

“oh! i’m sorry!” you exclaimed, embarrassed as you scrambled back to your original position.

“don’t worry,” the man chuckled. he was wearing baggy cargo trousers, a grandpa sweater and retro headphones. you smiled at him gratefully as he went to sit down. continuing scrolling, you waited for your own matcha latte.

“for y/n?”

confident this time, you collected your drink. but suddenly looking round the café, you realised there was no seats. you sighed, cursing internally as you approached the barista again.

“sorry could you—”

“y/n,” the man from earlier, asahi?, suddenly called out. you waved in dismissal to the barista, turning to look at him. “i’ve got a spare seat here if you…”

your face curved into a smile, nodding and bounding over. “thank you so much!” you said, “i’m just gonna drink this and go, i promise.”

he smiled politely, “don’t worry. i’m just working on something so i’m going to have my headphones on anyway.”

you nodded in curiosity, smiling back as he put his headphones back on and continued ‘working’. bringing your book out your bag, you attempted to read, taking long sips of your matcha latte and getting distracted by passers by outside the window.

asahi suddenly took his headphones off, piquing your curiosity, as you turned to look at him with your head tilted.

“you okay?” you smiled.

he glanced up at you, his face almost emotionless, though you could tell he was confused. “yeah, just getting frustrated with this song.”

your mouth formed an ‘o’ as you nodded. “you’re composing!”

“yeah,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “you’re not reading.”

you laughed, slightly embarrassed as you nodded. “good intentions. bad attention span.”

he burst into a smile, nodding.

“asahi, right?”

he nodded in reply, “i’m from japan. hence the name.”

you giggled. he suddenly moved his hand to his chest, able to feel his heart beat. it felt like he would’ve been able to feel it even if his hand was just hovering over his chest. he imagined those cartoons where you could see the heart beating about a metre outside of the characters chest. he understood them now.

“and you’re y/n, yeah?” he asked, taking a deep breath to try and calm down.

you nodded, rambling on about your name and the supposed meaning, your home country, the origins. asahi listened intently to every word.

“oh,” you stopped, suddenly becoming shy as you realised how much you’d been rambling on. “your phone.”

asahi looked at you in slight bewilderment. he’d forgotten he even had contact with the outside world. suddenly looking down, he saw the incoming call from jihoon.

“ah, i think i need to go,” he swore under his breath.

“okay!” you smiled, “sorry to have disrupted on your composing time.”

“no!” he exclaimed, “n-no. it’s fine, honestly.”

you giggled, nodding. you went back to flicking through your book as asahi typed an ‘i’m coming’ message back to the leader before packing up his stuff. he glanced at you once he’d packed everything up. you looked up and flashed him another smile. his knuckles tightened around his laptop.

“bye then,” he spoke, beginning to walk out before he could even think of anything else.

“bye,” you laughed, watching him go.

asahi closed his eyes, swearing silently to himself the whole way back to the company. he yanked open the door to the practise room, dropping his stuff on the closest bench.

“i think i just fell in love.”

[sweetbrier2908]

i love when mammon gets jealous and admits that he's jealous and immediately run to mc because he's jealous

he's so down bad i feel loved

[lizzle-the-edu-nerd]

The range of Tumblr through the Haikyuu!! fandom in 2 tags

A story of two ships

One artist, primarily wholesome, family fun (I do emphasize primarily) that you can open and scroll on the train

One artist creating pieces that makes you fan yourself and hide your device when you reflexively click on the app without forethought to your feed (again, primarily)

#tsukihina - @tricodekus

vs

#hinaken - @hinakenthrowaway

Love both of these artists btw 💖

[discworld-heritage-posts]

What do you think you add? Do you think you make a poignant post better when after scrolling down through it we see someone saying it's "official"?

I'm choosing to interpret this ask as a genuine question (albeit one that's been worded a bit rudely) instead of a hate anon, because I wouldn't want to tarnish people's dashboards with hate anons.

Now, to answer your genuine question... The "Discworld Heritage Post" tagline I add to the end of posts has as much validity as I have authority to bestow it: none. Do I think my tagline makes posts better? Of course not! And I certainly don't think I make them official, (and neither my url or my pinned post claim that I do so).

I don't know what reasons other people had to start their own Heritage Posts blogs for other fandoms, but I will gladly tell you mine: I got into Discworld. I discovered the Discworld fandom in Tumblr. And, one day, while scrolling down some Discworld related tags, the idea just popped into my head. After checking that there wasn't a Discworld Heritage Posts blog already, I decided to make one.

I personally follow a few Heritage Posts blogs, and my reason to do so is probably the same as to why many people follow this blog: I wanted to see that kind of content. Tracking tags and being up to date on the most popular posts of a fandom is doable, but doing so for the dozens upon dozens of media I'm into is impossible, so I like to follow some Heritage Posts blogs to get some of those posts directly into my dashboard (it's also worth mentioning that sometimes, some iconic posts are made when people comment stuff on them, and those don't appear in the search tags, so following blogs that post about a certain fandom is the best way to come across some of those collaborative posts, because otherwise you'd rarely get to see them). So yes, I created a blog that, had it already existed, I would have liked to follow. Also, while other blogs with this gimmick usually limit themselves to reblogging, let's call them the "greatest hits", I've said since the beginning that I didn't care about how many notes something had. Be it cool art or a funny or insightful post, if I like it, I send it to my drafts.

However, none of those reasons are the main reason why I made this blog. The main reason is that I did it for myself. After exhausting all the content that showed up in the Popular Posts tab, I couldn't help but think of all the gold and treasure that wasn't there, buried and hidden due to the way Tumblr's search engine works. If you're familiar with the Discworld concept of "lies-to-children", that's what the "top posts of all time" is in Tumblr. A 20k post from 2016 will not be there, but a six month old post with 400 notes will show up. Surely there had been amazing Discworld posts and art posted in 2015 and 2013, but I wasn't going to find most of them unless I expressly went looking for them. And this blog was the perfect excuse to do so. As of replying to this ask, there's nearly 600 posts sitting in my drafts, and if I didn't have this blog I would have never discovered 90% of them. And those are the ones I've seen. I still have dozens of places I haven't searched.

I know that if I reblog a month old post with over 2k notes, a lot of people in the fandom will have already seen it. However, a 2k notes post from 2014, or a drawing with 40 notes from 2012 is something that is less likely to have hit people's dashes recently, or at all. When you come across the "Discworld Heritage Post" tagline in a post, please don't picture me as an uppity monarch performing the Tumblr equivalent of a knighting ceremony, or a stuffy museum curator deigning a piece worthy of being included in an exhibition. Picture me as a kid enthusiastically jumping and flailing my arms around while yelling "holy shit guys check out what I just found!!", because that's how I feel running this blog.

Ultimately, whether one of my posts does better or worse is indifferent to me, because they aren't my posts, or memes, or drawings. I'm just the intermediary. That being said, of course it's not indifferent to me, because more engagement means that was a post many people hadn't seen before, or had forgotten about, and one of my goals was to run a blog that would allow people to find those hidden or long forgotten gems.

When all is said and done, Heritage Post blogs are just another one of Tumblr's gimmicks. If we're not your cup of tea, you're free to ignore or block us. If you want to reblog something and don't want the tagline, you can reblog it directly from OP (or from another reblog if OP has deactivated their account).

[suave1foru]

Find your moments

[tokutaiseichan]

i've seen people saying Subaru has the aura of sadness and melancholy of a widower and i agree completely.

[itsblasttothepast]

Cinn, I bring u a picture I haven't seen before?

(this is the only time I've ever seen Jos hug Checo)

Oh my sweet God Clover, this is me right now:

I can't believe this picture exists! you have blown my mind with that hug (and the comment is just perfect as well).

I hardly see pictures of Jos and Checo, I thought I would see one of Jos kissing Helmut Marko before seeing this! And the way Jos is grabbing Checo... so close, so tight... (I'm starting to sound like a rare!pair fic, dark and twisted).

Thank you Clover, because if this happened, then Checo can totally win Baku!

[lafcadiosadventures]

the thing about watching cinema from the periphery is that you learn/confirm how lame cinema history books and best movies lists usually are. it’s amazing, it’s the way to freedom woooo

[clawcakes]

writing a fanfic

[4ranghaes]

choi hyunsuk x reader [fluff, fem terms & she/her pronouns used]

17:17 - “jeongwoo’s getting in the shower first! he stinks,” hyunsuk laughed, following after all the members pouring into his dorm, all ready for their planned fifa night.

“hyung,” junghwan spoke, stopping in the living room and looking at his leader’s slightly ajar bedroom door - the one he usually kept locked while out the house. “i think we might have to rethink fifa tonight.”

“huh? why?” hyunsuk asked, coming to junghwan’s side and following his line of sight. “what the fuck?”

obviously not having put together the dots as fast as his younger brother, he furrowed his eyebrows in anger, walking into the room. he stopped in his tracks, setting eyes on you fast asleep in his bed. he chuckled softly, walking back to the doorway.

“you guys can just start without me,” hyunsuk said, keeping his voice quiet, “i’ll be out in a bit.”

he walked back into the room, closing the door as quietly as he could before sitting on the bed, stroking your hair softly.

“hey pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you opened your eyes slowly.

“hyunsuk-ie?” you asked, confused, “you’re home!” you exclaimed, sitting up as you blinked, trying to come to your senses, “shit, what time is it?!”

“uh, after 5pm?” he said, checking his phone, “when did you get here?”

“i had an exam this morning,” you sighed, “i came here after just to pick up those clothes you wanted at mine but i was so tired… ugh, i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to apologise, sweet girl,” hyunsuk laughed, “i’m happy to see you!”

you smiled, slightly embarrassed as you let yourself be pulled into your boyfriend’s arms.

“how was your exam?” he hummed, stroking your back supportively.

“hmm, well i stayed up until 3am revising,” you sighed, pulling back to look at him, hyunsuk reacting to your words with a pouty face, “and i woke up at 7:30 to get to the exam on time so… just glad i didn’t fall asleep during it, to be honest.”

hyunsuk sighed, patting your head affectionately as he looked at you, love pouring out his gaze, “why don’t you stay here tonight? do you have any exams tomorrow?”

“i guess i don’t,” you hummed in contemplation, “don’t you guys have schedules tomorrow, though?”

“well what does that matter? you’ve clearly made yourself at home here,” hyunsuk laughed, making you whine, “no seriously, it’s fine! although the boys are here tonight for a fifa night.”

you sighed, “a night off from studying does sound good.”

“right?” hyunsuk smiled, kissing along your jaw, “and you can fall asleep in my arms.”

you groaned, stretching out your arms and neck, “ugh, fine. you’re really hard to say no to…”

hyunsuk laughed, knowing there was no real convincing to be done anyway, “come on. come watch me ruin the boys at fifa.”