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weaselle · 17 hours ago
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Early human match ups with animals
Wolves: have a very similar social structure and lifestyle as early humans, benefit greatly from group dynamics -- teaming up with humans allows them greater access to food at less risk, safer sleeping, higher pup survival rate, better protection from the environment. One wolf eats about as much food as one person, so it's a normal member to add to the group in terms of resources.
Cats: have some amount of social overlap (cat sisters often help raise each other's kittens, and grouping approaches common in some cat species, notably in lions, but also for example in cheetahs, where brother cheetahs often stay together for life in groups of up to 4). Humans are HUGE prey attractors for them, drawing in rodents in large numbers - also meaning people don't have to give up their own food to feed them. Human housing is safer from the elements, keeps competitors and dangers like snakes and larger cat species away. Associating with humans gains special grooming and healing unavailable to wild species, such as draining and cleaning abscesses caused by infected bug bites or, very importantly, feeding and caring through a major illness or injury. A wild cat with a broken leg will often die, a human's cat with a broken leg will live to hunt again.
Goats (which we actually turned into Sheep): Herd structure similar enough to human social structure as to be compatible. Guaranteed food during winter and other times of scarcity -- and none of it is human food. Higher offspring survival rate, robust protection from predators and the elements. Horses : same. Cows: same. Deer/caribou: same but a little less so, actually surprisingly good at both fight and flight (cows, specialize in fight, horses specialize in flight) often travel more distance for resources so have better access during lean times; can match but less beneficial to the deer.
Other animals be like
Big cats like Tigers: Why the fuck are there so many of you in one place. This cold doesn't bother me at all because i'm so big my core stays warm. Just what do you think i need protection from? I'm super capable of feeding myself, and even if food is scarce? you have to sacrifice enough food to feed several people to keep me fed, which is a bummer for your group if food is scarce, and i cannot eat your stored food like dried fruits and grains. Your lifestyle is incompatible with mine, i hate everything about being forced to live with you and also it doesn't benefit me at all. Lions: yeah, plus I already have all the group dynamic benefits you could offer me, you're actually the weakest link in my group, be careful or we might outnumber you, being near us all the time greatly increases the number of times murderous male lions attack this group
Bears: Listen. Even if i get injured i'll just eat something that doesn't run from me until i heal (some brown bear populations spend a couple months a year mainly eating moth colonies, they will eat anything, including moss and fungus). This makes me a direct competitor for ALL you food, btw. Speaking of which it takes like 15 people's worth of food to keep me fed. If i get angry someone is definitely going to die. Protection? from what? The most dangerous thing to a bear is another bear, so also you can't really have more than a couple of me in any group, and staying near me greatly increases the chance of some territorial wild bear rolling up to camp with murder on their mind. What do you meeeean keep wandering around actively instead of sleeping in one spot for months at a time? My life is literally worse with you than without you, and your life is probably worse with me around too.
Weasels: Fuck off you can't keep up with me i eat half my body weight in food every day and bite everything near me. Try to contain me and see what happens i'm made out of teeth and murder and cleverness, and destruction of property and theft are my favorite games and i'm basically always bored unless i'm hunting or fighting or fucking with something. What do you meeeean hold still for 30 seconds now i'm mad and you'll basically have to kill me to stop me from going after whatever i want forever. I will absolutely try to murder every other animal you associate with no matter what size it is, and i will totally also eat all of your other food too because i love fruits and fungus and anything else you like to eat probably - you can't keep me out of your food stores and what i don't eat in the moment i'll steal and hide in my own stash for later. Excuse me now i have to sleep for 18 hours i do not understand why you want to keep doing things for so much of the day.
Don't ask me about ferrets they must have been bought with rodent hunting opportunities like the cats, total fluke if you ask me (ferrets are, in fact, domesticated, after more than two thousand years of human intervention. And it's kind of weird that it happened but i think they were the exact right size to make it work)
I think it's a common misconception that domesticating animals is somewhat like enslaving them. It really is more of a symbiotic relationship. No wild animal would have willingly put up with early humans if they didn't get something out of it. Wolves wouldn't have stayed with us and become dogs if they weren't getting food and safety out of it. Many large herbivores that are now domesticated could and would have easily trampled their early human captors or broken their enclosures open if they didn't have a reason to stay. Sometimes individual animals still do if we don't give them what they need.
The animals that have stayed with us for thousands of years have evolved to cooperate with us better. Dogs have additional facial muscles around their eyes that wolves lack in order to mimic human facial expressions. Sheep grow their wool perpetually while their wild counterparts don't because a bigger fleece means they're more likely to be allowed to breed and be kept around. Domestic dairy cows produce much more milk than wild bovine species and domestic hens lay more eggs. Do you know how energy costly producing eggs or milk is for an animal? It's pretty intense! They wouldn't be able to do that if we hadn't given them the food and safety from predators and the elements to.
And we really need to show these animals respect and gratitude for what they give us by taking excellent care of them. They gave up a lot to be with us, often including the means to take care of themselves in the wild. That's a huge reason why I'm not against using animal products, but I hate factory farming. They are still living, breathing creatures with needs and feelings. They deserve a comfortable life and, when the time comes, a humane death.
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awkward-fink · 2 days ago
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I need sleeping positions with graves, Kate and Keegan. I just love it too much. (And them!)
Hey!! I am so sorry it took me a while to get this done! But I had to do some research into Keegan and Laswell. And Graves as well. I hope my portrayal of them kind of fits and you have fun reading this. Thank you so much for your question, I loved writing this. I was so happy to get your ask in my inbox, I nearly happy danced^^ But on with the show, enjoy! (and if I made some mis-portrayal or some mistakes, please be kind and let me know so that i can rework it? Thanks!)
Sleeping Positions with them III
Keegan P.  Russ
Thank God this man isn‘t as heavy built as some of his colleagues
Yes, he is muscled and trained, and muscles weigh more than fat, but he is still less heavy than, say, Ghost
Because this man here is laying on top of you, halfway or fully, covering your body, but his head and his arms need to be able to move. His body slotting in between your legs, his chest on yours, his head at your neck breathing you in, his arms at both sides of your torse, free. This is how he sleeps most of the time.
I say, able to move, but Keegan doesn’t move. Once he found his spot, his position, he falls asleep quick and then he won’t move anymore
He is a sniper; he has learned to stay motionless for extended periods of time and sleep is NO exception for him!
You can twist and turn underneath him, can boop him, kiss him, grumble at him, he wont move, he wont even wake. Because you are safe beneath him and he can always touch you, you can’t leave
But if there is even the softest of sounds that isn’t normal in the apartment, a weird reflection of light glinting in the windows, this man is awake and aware faster than you know
He sleeps like the dead, a stone, unmoving and heavy. And sometimes he snores softly, it is becoming a lullaby to you by this time
You hadn’t been allowed to sleep with until he really trusted you, he couldn’t have rested before that
He wears old sweatpants, a few holes are alright, an old shirt and sometimes even socks to bed (you can get cold feet as a sniper, laying motionless for hours or days. Some things are hard to shake, even in bed.)
Kate Laswell
She is a strong woman, in control, steadfast and loyal. She is stern to those under her command, supporting her colleagues and friends. Her love language is acts of service.
Why am I telling you this?
Because she loves to be held in bed, loves to be the little spoon, to just shed all signs of leadership and bask in the presence of the person she loves
If she can’t be the little spoon, she will hook her pinky finger around yours, or grab onto your arm or shoulder
She murmurs sweet nothings in her sleep and burrows as close to you as she can, sometimes even partly underneath you.
Needs a weighted blanket if you are not there to fall asleep, if you are with her then she just needs your arm over her stomach.
If you lay on your back, she is slotted right against your side, her head on your shoulder
If you wake in the middle of the night to go pee, she will sleepily walk behind you, one hand holding onto your shirt as she follows you with closed eyes and grumblingly pleading for bed again
Turns on Koala-mode if she is sick, clinging to your back or front and will never let go until she is fit again…. Trying times…
Kate wears soft pajamas to bed, older model but chic, comfort over looks. It keeps her warm
Phillip Graves
Has the biggest bed of all of them, the most expensive beddings, the most luscious blankets
Listen, he is calling the shots here, he is *deserving* of only the best things, the most decadent of entertainment as well
So, let’s be clear, he is sleeping on his back, in the middle of the bed, legs spread out and one arm underneath his pillow (where a gun is hidden, you can never be too careful)
He gracefully lets you rest in between his legs, your stomach on his hips and your head on his chest. The hand not underneath his pillow is buried underneath your sleeping clothes, groping you even while he sleeps
He has a decadent soft blanket which you must share with him. Not because he doesn’t want you to have one, but because you are his as well and the only place for you is against him, on top of him, or with your legs tangled with his own
In contrast to his luxurious bed and bedding he wears an old, clean shirt to bed and form fitting boxer shorts
Also, he is making sure that you only wear the most comfortable and expensive clothing to bed, or nothing at all.
He will keep you warm, don’t worry Honey, just stay close to him, he is a furnace, and he will take good care of you
He loves it when your hands are on his hips while you both sleep, or when you hug his middle, your head on the spot his heart beats underneath
Because Graves, also just wants someone to love him, to hold him, to feel safe and comfortable with
So, it will take time until you join him in his bed, at least this bed. (He totally has another one for “sleeping activities” with flings, ONS and others, and not for resting.)
But when you reach this phase, you are golden. He invested in you, time and money and trust and emotions, he won’t let you go again without a fight.
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castiwls · 14 hours ago
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Chicken noodle soup .ᐟ
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Paring; coach!patrick x single mom!reader
Synopsis; flu season is a bitch. Luckily you have two boys who seem pretty keen on helping you.
Notes; I may start a tag list for this if I get enough interest? hm
Masterlist | coach!au masterlist
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Last year you’d been lucky, Noah had managed to breeze through unharmed and in turn, so had you. Now though you wished you’d enjoyed those times more than you had. Lying on your couch watching whatever rerun was on you really debated never sending Noah back to school again. 
It had started with a small sniffle a few days after your son had come home from his father's looking like he was knocking on death's door. You knew the moment your ex had called because if there was one thing you knew about him; he never called you.
Less than half an hour later he’d showed up claiming he had to take an emergency shift before all but running down the driveway. Luckily Noah didn’t seem to mind, he’d been determined to stay stuck to your side at all hours of the day and before you knew it your son wasn’t the only one living on chicken noodle soup.
Luckily kids bounce back fast and within four days Noah was rearing and ready to go while you tried to push through the throbbing in your skull. 
Your plan clearly hadn’t worked as for the last 3 days your son's best friend's parents had taken over school runs. Grabbing another tissue you blew your nose for what felt like the hundredth time before groaning and letting your eyes flutter shut.
You had an hour and a half before Noah would be back from tennis - that was long enough for a power nap.
Maybe you'd finally be able to sleep this damn cold off.
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“Shh. Quiet remember.” One voice whispered before a quiet giggle could be heard. Swallowing you grimaced slightly at the pain and the reminder that you were in fact still sick - much to your distaste. You opened your eyes just enough to see Noah appear in the doorway, and your head throbbed at the light from the window.
“Hi!” He smiled, his voice quieter than normal as he came over.
His little arms wrapped around your neck, his curls brushing your ear as he hugged you. “Hey, Sweetheart.” You murmured, your voice raspy. He hummed trying to climb up onto the couch but a quiet voice halted his movements. 
“I don’t think your Mom’s gonna wanna cuddle right now.” Noah pouted but relented much to your secret relief. He hovered by you for a moment before turning to the other person. Noah shifted. “Do we have to tell her dad didn’t come?”
It took you a moment to register your son’s words through the haze of sickness which seemed to smother your whole body. 
"Dad didn’t come."
Suddenly your eyes shot open and for the first time in the last few days, you felt alert. His dad didn’t come? Who the hell brought him-
Oh.
Ignoring the pounding in your head you turned just enough to look at the figure in the doorway. Patrick smiled sheepishly raising a hand in greeting. “I didn’t wanna call in case you tried to come yourself.” He mumbled stepping closer as you shifted to sit up, the blanket pooling over your lap.
The world spun for a moment as you took a breath. Noah climbed up next to you, keeping a slight distance as he ran a hand over the soft blanket. “Your dad didn’t come?” you asked quietly.
Your son nodded, a look of hurt on his face which made your heart ache. “I waited an hour.” Patrick cut in, crossing his arms as annoyance flashed across his face for a moment. What kind of guy left his kid knowing his Mom was sick?
“He never picked up when I called either, straight to voicemail.” 
You sighed rubbing a hand over your face. You didn’t have the energy for this. You knew your ex was an ass but this, this was a new low.
The minute you could talk without it feeling like you were being stabbed in the throat he was dead. He could be a dick to you all he wanted but your son? That was a completely different ballpark.
“Go get changed.” You said reaching over to smooth down the boy's hair for a moment. “You can get a snack as well.” You knew he was upset yet the mention of an extra snack of his choosing seemed to perk him up as he ran off.
Patrick watched you for a moment, taking in your pale skin and dark circles. “Jesus.” He mumbled. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks.”
He smiled slightly. Even sick you still somehow managed to give him the same dry tone.
“Thank you for this.” Patrick blinked, shocked slightly at the sincerity in your tone. “I…I don’t even wanna think what would have happened if you didn’t stay.” 
“It's fine.” He waved his hand. “Kid's technically my responsibility till his parents come. Just doing my job.” He shrugged.
Looking around he noted the multiple tissues, medicine, and cups scattered by the couch.  It was clear that you'd barely moved and for a moment he wondered how the hell you were taking care of a child while looking like you'd been knocking on death's door.
Sighing he reached down grabbing a few of the cups. “What are you doing?”
He paused looking up to see you watching him with a small frown. “Cleaning up.” He answered simply before grabbing more. He quite impressively managed to get almost all of the cups and tissues before standing.
You watched quietly. A part of you was surprised, your son's tennis coach was cleaning up your mess. He’d just stayed back at practice to bring him home when you both know he didn’t have to do that.
It sent a small pang of warmth through your heart that he'd stayed. H
As much as he annoyed you, you couldn’t lie that he was a decent guy (sometimes). Most of the time he still made you want to rip your hair out.
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Patrick smiled slightly at the way Noah seemed to immediately gravitate towards you. He burrowed into your side, slipping under the blanket draped over your lap. He watched for a moment as your eyes fluttered again your body slumping slightly as you tried to fight off the sleep your body was so badly needing.
The feeling of a cool palm against your forehead made you jump, your eyes shooting open just to come face to face with a pair of concerned green eyes.
Patrick's face was set into a frown, your skin was practically radiating heat as he held his palm there. 
A deep sigh left you as you subconsciously lent into the cool feeling of his palm. If he ever brought this up again you would vehemently deny any of this but in the moment you couldn’t find it in you to care.
You’d been trying to parent and nurse yourself back to health and you were simply exhausted.
“You're burning up." He murmured placing a hand on the arm of the couch to steady himself as he crouched down. Noah watched shifting to lean over your lap. A small frown pulled at his lips. “You'll be okay?” Patrick was quick to nod, soothing the boy's worries. 
“Just a cold bud.” He smiled gently easing him back off you slightly. “A cold I think you gave to her.” He teased. You huffed nodding in agreement. Noah pouted sitting back before a smile pulled at his lips as you poked his side.
“S’your fault.”
He shook his head. “Noooo.” He grinned taking a bite of the chocolate he'd taken as a snack. You hummed sharing a look with Patrick who just grinned back at you. “I don’t know.” He hummed. “I seem to remember someone missing practice last week.” He raised an eyebrow as Noah gasped, yelping when Patrick reached over to ruffle his hair.
The boy broke into a fit of laughter as he tried to shove the man away but he was quickly overpowered and scrambled to the other end of the couch. His eyes were bright as he breathed heavily, a bright smile on his face as Patrick raised an eyebrow, his own smile growing.
He finished off his snack before turning to you. “Can I go play before dinner?”
Nodding you mumbled a small “sure.” A slight pang of dread ran through you at the idea of moving. Taking a breath you prepared to face the dizziness again but before you could a hand pressed over your shoulder.
“Sleep. I got it.” 
“Patrick…you don’t have to.” 
He shook his head. “It’s fine. You have chicken nuggets, right? Kids eat chicken nuggets?” He paused looking to the kitchen with his eyebrows drawn. His cooking abilities were...limited to say the least.
A quiet laugh left you. “Yes, I have chicken nuggets. Third draw in the freezer.”
He nodded watching as you lay back down. “Just rest okay? I’ll handle Noah.” He didn’t expect a reply as you relaxed back into the couch, your breathing evening out as you fell back to sleep.
Standing from his crouched position he groaned, stretching his arms. Grabbing the remote he flicked the tv off before placing it down quietly. 
If only you were this agreeable all the time.
He chuckled quietly to himself, who was he kidding he loved your seeming distaste for him. It made it all that more rewarding that you hadn’t fought him on this.
He knew he was wearing you down. He didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon either. Sure you may think he’d gotten what he wanted.
You’d slept with him a month ago and yet he still found himself wanting to spend time with you and with Noah.
Throwing a look over his shoulder he saw that Noah was nowhere to be seen. Leaning down he moved the blanket up, tucking it around your shoulders before brushing a hand over your forehead.
If you wouldn’t stop to take care of yourself someone had to do it for you.
He didn’t mind being that person.
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bloodyinkandquill · 3 days ago
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Folly x Reader
grapes are here!! time to munch, also new merch for something i love me and my best friend are going to get each other it as Christmas gifts! we did the same last year for something else we both love, still one of my favorite shirts i have
- How the hell you managed to bag a nine and a half foot tall primordial being is a mystery to everyone, even you in all honesty
- Folly is interesting to say the least, at first she treated you no different then anyone else but as time went on and she begun to take more of an interest in you, and finding that your kindness towards her was genuine, not any sort of trick, slowly she became less cold and malevolent towards you, eventually it got to a point where if you were having a nightmare she’d use her powers to stop it
- Eventually when you do get together, how official it was is up to debate, she still acts the same bit has a certain kindness to her voice, her insults and hate aren’t actually real, she’s just scared to truly let her guard down around anyone, no matter how much she’s beginning to trust you now, you understand and are very patient with her letting her say bad things since you know she doesn’t truly mean them
- Since she’s so large she picks you up like a plushie or teddy bear, it would be funny if you weren’t squirming as she smirked, we’ll you’re assuming she’s smirking, she doesn’t have a mouth so based on her eyes you assume if she could smirk she would be smirking
- Speaking of her lack of mouth she can’t exactly kiss you, she was very against the idea of you kissing her mask at first, it is one of the most vulnerable parts of her, eventually when she grants you permission you cover her entire mask in kisses, you don’t kiss where it broke though for both of you, she gets very flustered by it and disappears in her cloud of smoke, now though she’s more chill with it, it still does fluster his but if you ask if you can kiss her she lets you, and leans down, or stands next to something you can stand in to reach her face without her having to hunch down more then she already done normally
- On top of holding you like a stuffed animal she doesn’t really do small touches, her touches are go big or go home, holding you mostly, especially since her hands are so large small touches are harder, whenever you try and hold hands you just hold one of her fingers instead, or grab the edge of her sweater sleeve, which like her mask she was hesitant about but less so since it wasn’t broken like her mask
- If Folly can’t be around you she watches you through the aspens, it was really creepy at first since you felt like you were being watched then you realized it was her so you when alone will hug the trees as if hugging her to say thanks for watching over you, it doesn’t get less creepy watching the fake pupils on the trees move to follow you though, you will never get used to that
- Her dates aren’t conventional, they still happen but they’re not the usual dates people think of, some are close but not quite, like tending to a garden, granted it’s a forest of aspens in the dark expanse of where she comes from but it’s close enough, or a sleep over, which just means you fall asleep on her and you do something in your dream together, another is baking, that happens at your place which she doesn’t fit in that well and she can’t eat anything you bake but it’s still nice, she helps you bake and gets stuff on herself that you wipe off with a laugh
- She sometimes tells you of how her home use to look like, beautiful and comforting, it was like a dream, till it became a nightmare, you tell her that even if everything’s changed you love her no matter what she’s gone through, and no matter what she still may go through
- You occasionally visit Wallter with her, he’s the closest thing to a friend she has but she almost always sees him in his dreams, so they don’t usually see each other in person, when they do she does her usual thing of being all edgy and brooding but while discussing poetry and listening to piano music, and pretending to drink tea, she lets you actually drink it she just likes to pretend
- Her love language is closest to quality time, granted most of that time is in your dreams, but based on how often she visits them just to be close to you and spend time with you, so your best assumption is quality time
- She knows many languages, comes from being a primordial being, so if you want to speak in another language or need help learning or translating one she can assist you, her favorite language however is any of the slavic languages, which is why she has a Russian accent, so she enjoys teaching you words in Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, etc
- She makes you read her poetry, you don’t get a choice, you don’t mind but it can be inconvenient sometimes if you’re doing something and suddenly she appears telling you to read the newest poem she wrote, she’s really good at it though so it’s not too much of a bother since it’s an enjoyable read, to some degree, it’s very graphic and disturbing on occasion, or a lot of occasions
- She’s cold to the touch, after the cleaving her body no longer produces natural heat, which is a part of the reason she’s such a big cuddle bug, you’re warm and she quite literally parasites that warmth from you, she’s the kind of person to stick her cold ass hands on your exposed back when you aren’t expecting it making you shout at the sudden freezing touch
- Folly thought she’d never be happy again, she was broken, destroyed, used, abused, she never thought she’d ever feel like how she once did, which maybe she never will, but she has truly started feeling better since meeting you, maybe not truly happy but you do make her feel warm, literally and figuratively, so even if she knows she can never go back to that innocence and joy that once was her entire life she’s getting there
i love folly, not as much as mach but i still love her, and holy shit the cleaving was insane, also literally such a good depiction of a certain type of trauma, iykyk, which props to catjam, also just in general for creating folly, anyways imma probably nap, i am not immune to the afternoon naps
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permasilly · 2 days ago
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TRANSAuDHD TiPS (from a cisAuDHD)
For all you TransAutisticADHD out there :3
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SENSORY ISSUES
I personally use many types of aids for that such ad chewelry (jewelry made for chewing), fidget toys, specific clothing, weightened blankets, etc!
For the fidget toys, I personally carry around a side bag (themed of my special interests) full of many different kinds of fidget toys!
I also wear fidget kandi around :3
As for specific clothing try and wear the same clothing (especially if they are deemed as "comfy" by the general public) as MUCH as possible while still being clean. People will start to notice at some point
Also try selecting a few specifc groups of food to be deemed as "safe" and others to be deemed as "unsafe". Many of us autistics also have or were priorly diagnosed with ARFID so keep that in mind :)
On the topic of that, OVERSTIMULATION!!! As you may have heard EVERYONE goes through this so try and listen to your body more, and when you find out what overstim feels like to you, try and act out more openly frustrated and irritated at the slightest overstimulation!
BURNOUTS are also an inherent part of autism and ADHD, allistics and neurotypicals also go trought this but for us autistics it takes even longer to heal (around 3 to 5 years) so do what you will with that information :3
When I'm in a burnout I feel basically depressed and with no energy ever!
Also choose some textures, sounds, etc to be your triggers for sensory issues!
Also don't forget your headphones, and other things that cancel noises!
SOCIAL DEFICIT
i am really REALLY awkward irl
Try to change your mindset to take things as literally as possible ever
Stop being as interested in other people's lifes unless they are part of/your spin/hyperfix
Try to speak as fast as possible when excited and not to have a normal tone whenever you feel like it
Try to imitate a character's or someone's speech patterns if you can, that's common among autistic children specially
Don't have MANY (2 to 3 max) friends if you're looking for validation or a diagnosis
Don't talk much without referencing your spin (special interest)
If you also wanna change your mindset, try and think deeply and obsesses and research and ONLY care abouy your chosen spin/hyperfix
Adhd also makes the person have mental Hyperactivity which makes you thinks fast and with issues such as messy thinking
MORE TIPS
Bad sleeping habits such as insomnia are very commong among AuDHDers
Try to have someone help you with you bADLS and iADLS (basic/instrumental activities of daily life)
Research about autistic individuals experiences (tumblr is the best place I've seen)
Don't get upset if you ever slip, it's ok transition isn't linnear!
Any other questions send me an adk or a dm!!!!
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crimsononiarataki · 3 days ago
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One thing a lot of people weren't aware of about the Oni was his meticulousness when it came to work. Another thing was the fact that he was damn near a workaholic but there wasn't anything stopping him from pushing, and pushing until he damn near collapsed, either. He found thing he liked, and he studied them however he could, from books on the subject matter, to courses in other nations. Word of mouth from a professional helped to an extent as well, but he preferred hands on, especially with things like stonework.
"Properly tempered metal works really well for various things, thickenin' the floor above the warehouses will be the purpose of what I plan on doin',"
Bamboo and stone could easily protect the warehouses from most of the weather, but he wanted to be doubly sure that the other male's livelihood wouldn't be interrupted due to weather in Inazuma. Those who lived in the nation of eternity since birth knew how to handle things, and people like the Oni could also smell when rain was going to happen, even before it hit. He was also able to discern when a storm was going to be a thunderstorm too, by the scent in the air. Balethunder zones smelt somewhat like a perpetual thunderstorm, but there was something else within those that made them a bit more uncomfortable. Though, since he wasn't normal they didn't really have much of an effect on him. He tended to describe them as having a slight tingle.
Since he'd already started making his way to his handcrafted bamboo gate, he wouldn't know that Diluc was watching him in any certain way at all. And even if he did it was doubtful he'd think anything of it. Especially since it had been some time since they were able to spend any time talking to one another in person. Sending letters was one thing speaking in person was something else entirely.
He was still referred to as a troublemaker, or a walking curse, a bad omen, that sort of thing. He never let it bring him down though. He knew he was none of those things, he was a hardworking Yokai trying to do his best to aid the people of Inazuma. Nothing more and nothing less. Perhaps it was a bit of joy in the work and also a lot more being that the taller male was very much a workaholic. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed some more to ensure that a job was completed within whatever time limit given. If he had to go a few nights without proper sleep that was fine. He knew Diluc wouldn't set an unrealistic time limit on the project. Luckily, flooring and digging didn't take long, nor did roofing.
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"Alright, I feel it'll need to be taller. Usin' a local wood would help it blend in, though the location ifs pretty well hidden as it is. You'll see what I mean tomorrow."
After he left the common area and went upstairs, he'd be gone for a few minutes before returning, carrying a sketchbook and something to draw with. It would also be used to note things down without the need for a notebook, the pages were large enough that a couple could be used without making much of a dent in the amount of pages within the book itself.
"So I was thinkin' one of these sorts of designs for the stonework."
He'd open the book and flip a few pages before showing Diluc three different styles of stonework. None were overly simple but they were also not overly complicated, either. If the redhead didn't like any of them, he could easily draw up a few other ideas, or the Mondstadtian could tell him the sort of design he was envisioning for what would be visible, and he could figure something out with that.
Diluc listened intently as Itto outlined his plans, the Oni’s excitement spilling over in the details. It was clear Itto was skilled with his hands, not only because of his element but because he had genuinely pursued knowledge in crafting and construction. The Oni’s mix of pride and humility—an eagerness to take on a project outside his usual work—was almost contagious.
A subtle smile flickered on Diluc’s lips as he imagined Itto tearing up old floorboards with his usual gusto. “You’ve thought this through exceptionally well. The idea of layering metal with bamboo and stone… it’s inventive. And ideal for Inazuma’s climate. The floors will stay resilient against any weather, and the cooling effect of the materials should work better than anything I’d use back in Mondstadt.” His words were precise, analytical—part praise, part acknowledgment of Itto’s genuine talent.
Diluc felt something pull at him as he watched Itto, who had already started down the garden path. There was a sense of pride, admiration even, seeing Itto so invested in making this work. Diluc held that feeling in check, schooling his face to remain stoic, unwilling to show that undefined pull.
As they walked toward the small gate, Diluc’s gaze lingered for a moment on Itto’s back, tracing the easy, confident way he moved. The man who was regarded as a troublemaker for no reason, had always shown him nothing but loyalty and a hidden strength. There was a warmth in Itto’s spirit, a sense of joy in the work that Diluc envied, perhaps even admired.
At the mention of the estate’s land, he nodded, already imagining the future possibilities. “Fruit trees would be excellent. Some Mondstadt varieties should adapt well here. And a perimeter fence might be necessary, especially when the winery’s operational.”
They continued up to the Gang’s headquarters, and as Itto went to retrieve his sketchbook, Diluc allowed himself a moment of reflection. Itto was an anchor of sorts—unrelenting, unpretentious, with the kind of loyalty that didn’t ask for much in return. And though he’d never say it outright, Diluc knew he trusted Itto with this endeavor more than he would have with anyone else. This wasn’t simply a business project; it felt like a shared collaboration, one that bridged their past with an unspoken understanding.
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fluentisonus · 7 months ago
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working full time with normal hours has convinced me more than ever that actually high school Could have been a sane & even enjoyable time for me if it weren't for the homework. sick & twisted tbh
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shippy-from-apocalypse · 2 months ago
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Ok im Very sleepy rn it's 2 am bare with me
What do we think Jon would think of How The fandom sees him? And I don't mean this in a pedantic "oh fandom bad because dumbed down and Insert Petty Headcanon Disagreement"
I mean this entirely in a "How would Jon, The man who believes himself to be an Irredeemable monster who is to blame for everything that ever went wrong, react to Just so so many people listening to his shortcommings and ultimately seeing his side"
Like yeah everyone agrees he's kind of an asshole sometimes but he is so beloved by The fans?
I'm sure some people did but I've never seen anyone doubting his humanity or blaming him for the horrors™ he Just clearly understood as his fault? Like yeah Martin tried telling him it wasn't but what I'm getting at is
I love to think about what Jon would do If he saw just the ocean of people who listened to (what he considers to be)
the most unsympathetic person in the world becoming a monster and making choices that brought the literal apocalypse upon humanity
and pretty much everyone saying "he did the best anyone could reasonably expect and he is not a bad person for being caught in the crossfire of an impossible situation with no good solutions"
remember that time in mag 187 a lady grabbed jon in fear and he shouted and presumably pushed her away? and everyone and their mother defended jon's humanity because that was a textbook trauma response i think he would break down crying if he saw that
#this was brought to you by my sleep deprived brain#im just im like just#everyone is always mad at him for not taking enought initiative or sulking or making decisions for others#and i love him so much#he is probably the character that makes me the most un-normal he is Masterfully written#And he hates himself so much and so many people in podcast feed his insecurities back to him#It makes sense they're all hurt and he doesn't always make the best decisions.#there's nothing he can do to make it right enought by other people#and everyone thinks he is doing a bad job at being an unwilling participant of this fucked up power system#again it makes SENSE they didn't ask for that either and jon is the mascot of the eye#he is both a scapegoat and a sacrificial lamb#if jonah that crusty old man ever did anything truky smart it was making jon eldritch middle management#like yeah everyone hates him more but most of the time he is untouchable so jon tajes all the heat#wich helps isolating him more and making it easier to manipulate him#everyone praised or at least had some resigned respect for gertrude and her actions. but that's because she is almost imaginary to them#the characters obsviously don't enjoy being in the middle of this either and jon is the only one with some form of real power there#(that's more or less on their side at least)#ough#yeaouh#nnahoughh even#we we criticize jon from time to time#but i really love that most people are willing to fight tooth and nail to defend him#he is just such a human character and despiste everything that happens he is so very clearly just a person who is trying#the character ever#all I'm saying is i would like to know how jon would react to not one not two#but thousands of people who are able to see him and understand he shouldn't to be a perfect victim#the magnus archives#tma#jonathan sims
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If you've never heard an LRAD go off in person, I *genuinely* do not want to hear your opinion about methods of resistance in the US.
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piplupod · 4 months ago
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pretty sure i just got a spider bite while trying to fall asleep 🧍
#i thought it was just a stray hair on my elbow under the blanket and kept trying to shake it off#and then i finally went to brush it off w my hand and felt a bump there#and then it was unbearably itchy so i turned the lamp on to apply some anti-itch stuff bc it was driving me nuts#and i was trying to see where it was on my elbow bc wtf when did i get bit#and then i looked at it and it was very pale like a fresh bite and then there was some skin torn like a spider bite#i cant tell if theres two little holes or not and honestly idk if spiders always leave two fang marks fjdkdl#but it doesnt look like a mosquito bite unless i tore the skin myself from scratching at it#but the way it is looking... very similar to past spider bites#anyways i just removed everything from my bed and methodically searched Everything. looked all around the bed too. cannot find a spider#so. shrug. <- actually very afraid#but the thing that makes me Really think it's a spider is that the bump was super pale and now after a little while it is regular skintone#so that makes me think it was a brand new fresh bite the way it was a different colour and now its normal looking#which is uhhh scary! to have had a spider possibly in my bed!#and I can't find it so i simply do not Know and that is going to make it so hard to sleep tonight fjfkdl#man i barely ate today too so im just... really not doing well at this very moment fjfkdl#i cant eat anything rn though bc i already brushed my teeth and i dont want to do that again tonight fjfkdl#but i am. so hungry. augh. idk what I'd even eat anyways im too anxious to stomach anything#WHERE IS THIS SPIDER. WHY DID IT CHOOSE MY BED TO BE IN 😭#im in bed so often ... it should avoid places where ppl are ....#i feel like such shit rn fjdkdl i just rly wish i didnt have to deal w all these bugs#in the past month I've had a couple spiders and Several(!) weevils and a centipede and a clicker beetle and a couple earwigs#im just so tired of bugs i rly am fjfkdl idk why they choose to come inside and idk HOW they're getting inside#i hate living in a basement!!#i just want to sleep so i dont have to deal w being awake for a while fjdkls but now im all freaked out#i want to curl into a little ball and blink out of existence I'll be so honest rn. im just. idk.#✨ I don't think I have a place in society ✨ i am not a good enough person to exist in the world ✨#i dont want to go to sleep bc what if the spider comes back fjfkdl i wish i would've found it so i could've trapped it#and then let it outside tomorrow! i wouldnt have even killed it. the universe should've given me that one bc im so niceys#unfortunately the universe doesnt play nice w me fjfksl#spider tw
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kyofsonder · 1 month ago
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Physically, I'm already lying down.
Emotionally, I feel like I need to find a soft spot and crumple dramatically to the ground and lay down for a few weeks.
#sonder speaks#personal#but also if I wasn't fine with this being read/reblogged without context I wouldn't have posted it here#this week has been exhausting#I feel like I need permission from someone to go crawl into a nest and cry#one of my budgies died a few days ago#but I was looking after other animals that normally have a more dedicated caretaker#which was hard enough to handle that I couldn't really mourn my budgie much#especially when I need to keep happy around the remaining one so he doesn't grieve or get lonely#and I had to do a few specific tasks that are really really hard on me because nobody was there to help#and I tried to help my sister with things but none of the things worked#and a plan our family is excited about started to hit roadblocks#and one member of the family had a meltdown that triggered trauma in others in the family and drove things downhill#the family members at the center of this meltdown normally help me with chores and animal care#I was looking forward to them being home so I could rest and recuperatr and mourn#and now the meltdown has followed them here and it's built on top of years of other meltdowns and everything is tense#and of course it's bringing up old traumas and expectations and fears for me too#and I end up as a 30 year old feeling like he has 16 year old problems again#my whole body is tense#I'm not tired enough to sleep#I almost feel like crying for my budgie and all my fears and the things I let mysrlf get excited for#the things that either won't happen at all or are tainted by this veil of persistent bitterness that followed them home to me#almost#but I fear the possibility that crying could make things worse in any capacity#and I've struggled to cry for years anyway#so I'm just trying to use therapy tools to quiet the spiraling thoughts#and making this post because it feels like journaling without the pitfalls I fall into while journaling or talking directly to a person#hoping I'll get enough sleep that I don't accidentally trigger a sleep-deprivation/stress seizure my meds can't stop#and tomorrow I have to get back to studying which is very hard for me but gets me closer to making money#I liked when things were mostly good and calm and just sucked on a passive level -- can I have that again?
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faithfromanewperspective · 1 month ago
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idk how to explain it but a rage-driven desire to change the world coupled with the anticipation of finally dealing with something weighing on me for a long time and the relief that something can be done about that thing but also. racing thoughts and being unable to not act Right Now or say no to any of the ideas I have on how this can be done, while also having a breakthrough and processing a bunch of things that have happened to me and how they impacted me all of a sudden—that’s not normal ‘period is about to hit’ behaviour/experience is it?
#see I really don’t think I’m manic rn. I think this’ll wear off to something normal in a couple of days#but it’s also that feeling of having repressed something for so long and it comes out all at once and I feel lighter and empowered#that’s the feeling. empowerment. with a side of desperation but the desperation isn’t fearful; it’s more like hypomania#or the excitement of being stuck on something for so long and finally! having a lead! for a potential solution!#I went through all stages of grief And a very rushed half of the design process in the last 45 minutes. this should not be possible#rapid mood shifts mixed with exploding after bottling soemthing up (but the rage is positive for me bc I made it that way) and underlying#mixed depression and hypomania with constant stress on top? would that do it? Is the hypomania coming back? or just my personality?#or a mix of the adhd and pda profile that I spiral in positive thoughts and get super energised as well as in negative ones (the latter les#when all I can think of is how therapy works too slow for me. is that something that needs to be accommodated or a symptom?#personal mental health tag#bipolar#bpd#throwing it in these tags so someone can weigh in. conditions I more or less meet criteria for#or is it unlocking a memory and facts about myself that I repressed via dissociation? could be many things. I’m excited. I want to sleep#and I’m about to double dose on my melatonin to try that sounds like a bad idea. even it can’t kick whatever excitement chemical in my body#(also I’m obv not gonna take more than double)#but imagine feeling trapped all the time. then you find hope to feel free. of course you’d be excited
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superfluouskeys · 4 months ago
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guys this makes NO sense but i might have almost fixed my sleep schedule LOL
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thethingything · 7 months ago
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so it turns out we have covid again (I think this is the 7th time? despite us not going outside) but we had it in February as well and we feel nowhere near as bad as we did any of the other times we've had it.
like we're on the 4th day of having symptoms and we pretty much feel like when we're getting over a cold and just feel kinda rough from it so I'm hoping we'll feel alright in a few days? maybe?
we got the cough and sore throat on Thursday, and the cough was worst on Friday, then on Friday night we got the fever and joint and skin pain which ended up being worst yesterday, and then today we don't really have the skin and joint pain, the fever's calmed down a lot, and we do have a cough but it's nowhere near as bad, and this is a wild progression of symptoms for us given that having a cold usually completely wipes us out for over a week
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paimonial-rage · 7 months ago
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I was thinking about this while helping my friend beta something yesterday like… I vaguely remember that at one time, I felt (punctuation) periods were too harsh. They had a sense of finality about them. They were too loud and vibrant. Commas were more comforting to use. They felt softer and not as exact. And then I look at my writing now and there's nothing I love more than a period. I love how sharp it is. I love its finality.
Like I can't understate enough how much a period makes a statement. Like that's what it's supposed to do, yes, but it's more than that. It tells the audience that what precedes is true. It's a fact. And when you yield a period properly, it emphasizes and highlights what is stated. It stands out. It's final. It has weight. It's such a powerful thing that it's addicting to use.
#thoughts#personal#writing#i should be putting this in the main post but the main post has a vibe that i don't want to interrupt#the way to properly wield a period is by varying the lengths of your sentences#a good key to remember is that long sentences are meant for providing information#*long sentences are not meant to stand out*#when you want to highlight something that is key you use a short sentence#making it short makes it clear to the audience that the statement is meant to hold weight#however it is important to keep variety in the lengths of your sentences#a short sentence after a short sentence does not stand out as much as a short sentence after a long sentence#think of it like this#if you have two short people standing next to each other they look normal#if you put a short person next to someone really tall it makes the short person look shorter than they actually are#their shortness really stands out#this is called juxtaposition#i can make a whole essay based off of the importance of juxtaposition too HAHA#periods can be loud but i highly recommend trying to learn how to use them#one of you said you like hearing my thought process when i write so i hope you find this one interesting!!#now i'm gonna speak more off the top of my head but i feel that ppl that dislike periods are very sensitive to the flow in their stories#there is a flow to a sentence when you use commas and periods tend to disrupt that flow#a period/short sentence is too abrupt and jarring#at least that's what i assume they feel#however imho i feel ppl that feel this way are overly sensitive to the flow they perceive exists in their sentences/paragraphs#i have to tell myself this constantly that things that flow seamlessly aren't always a good thing#imagine your writing like an orchestral piece. are they always flowy and legato? or are there moments where the music jumps or changes?#and what do those sudden jumps do? they wake the audience. they catch the audience's attention. they add variety and interest#imagine an orchestral piece that the tempo never changes. the volume never shifts. every note bleeds into the next#you get put to sleep!#so a period may seem abrupt in the scheme of the sentence but look at it from the view of the whole paragraph. it may be better than u thin
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lesbiradshaw · 2 years ago
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the scene of liam collapsed onto the forest floor in front of scott sobbing about how he’s scared of what’s happening to him not because of the fangs or the claws but because he thinks his parents already view him as a monster breaks me a little inside every time.
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