#i made the felt friends myself!!

[smallsafespace]

🎷When you use your mind, take a step at a time, you can do anything, that you wanna do!

[slfcare]

the most difficult thing about growing as a person socially, as in getting out of your shell and noticing that you are, is that there will still be times when it doesn’t feel like you’ve grown at all! times when you can’t really connect with anyone around you, times when you fail to enter into an existing conversation, times when you say the wrong thing (or nothing at all when in hindsight you probably should’ve). but that’s also kind of the best thing, because that’s the thing that helps you realize that sometimes, it’s not you or your lack of skills or any shortcoming. sometimes certain environments just aren’t for you and certain people aren’t your people, and that’s okay. that’s human. it’s okay to not feel the progress you have made all the time.

[tubbytarchia]

Hey guys I think The Last Unicorn is such a Scott book

[crunchchute]

Sam and Max if they were cool /j

[laracrofted]

– who could ever leave me, darling?

[roachemoji]

🤡 ⭐️ funny little cardigan 🌙 ❤️

maybe I'll actually dress up and style an outfit or something

[uncanny-tranny]

I think what might actually help the families of trans loved ones is to actually engage with where the trans person is at - especially if the family isn't quite understanding yet. When I came out, I was completely alone in figuring out my manhood. I had peers and I had exposed myself to so many trans people who explored gender, and while it was amazing, it isn't quite the same at times. I grieve quietly, sometimes, about all the missed opportunities that might have just made it easier for my family to have seen how utterly happy I was. It took them a very long time to actually notice that I was happy, especially once I got on testosterone. I'm lucky that they saw that happiness eventually, and slowly accepted it. My manhood is completely detached from their influence, both to my relief and chagrin. It's sad to me that I learned to shave from a kind online stranger, somebody who didn't even have a father and yet, I do. I have a father. I grieve at the loss of a potential shared experience. I grieve about the pain I went through when I was in that stage of transition, especially because it was raw and vulnerable. I grieve that many trans people today are traversing the path I had to, because it's sometimes lonely (even when you do have other forms of support).

It's hard to know that I will never have gotten my sense of being from my family. In many ways, it has severed a lot of connection with them because there were so many times that I was begging them to see happiness when they were focused on the idea that I was almost in a state of purgatory - flesh which felt warm but held no familiarity to them. I don't harbor ill-will toward them, I hope I don't leave the impression that I despise them. I understand what they felt, even if I can't conceptualize it myself. However, it's a raw wound in my heart, and I don't want to leave anybody else feeling that way, either.

[angelmush]

the other day i walked around the golden lake w my love and the sun was setting hot and orange and we watched a brown duck preening through the weeds, ducking her head under the dark water. the cool lake swallowed up my tired feet to the ankles and we counted the dog walkers with their curly panting doodles and their handsome german shepherds and their whip smart little terriers and we admired the careful construction of a sand castle whose moat held determinedly against the lapping of the waves. we could feel in our chests the persistent thunderous thumping of celebratory music at the finish line of the lakeside 5k, welcoming each gasping runner across its bounds. and i felt like crying. i felt like curling into myself and crying. we walked through the swamp of the bird sanctuary afterwards and listened to the woods sing and croak and groan and then we went and got ube and yuzu gelato and devoured it suntired and sweating on the couch in our living room. and i was so overcome w a deep and true unshakeable happiness and a sort of confused grief that i wanted to sob and sob and sob.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Anyone else just not feeling like a real person much lately?

[wikitpowers]

anyone ever think about how kit is literally ty's best friend? like kit was the only one who ever showed that he truly cared about ty as a friend, that he accepted him exactly as he is. he's the only one who laughed with him, not at him and the one who understood that ty works differently than others and didn't view him as weird or strange because of it, but rather loved him for all of those things?

nope? just me? okay then

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[ikjun]

I NEED A WAY WE CAN DREAM ON ... ⤿ for @kimtaegis​​ ♡

mixed media collage: sketch paper, map of the soul: 7 photobook, jotter pad paper, digital photos and editing.

[kitorin]

I WANNA GET HIS NUMBER

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Prongsfoot Week 2024 day 3

Favorite Canon/Potentially Canon moment - IE, something like Sirius comforting James after the DADA OWL and Lily’s reaction or (even though it’s platonic) the moment James asked Sirius to be Harry’s godfather.  

I think, because I am a sucker for angst, it might be Sirius's best man speech at the wedding. This all falls under potentially canon, heavy on the potentially. But I imagine Sirius was in love with James, and James loved Sirius. Because there's just no world where they don't love each other. It's just that James loved Lily too, and in the 70s/80s one of them was a more acceptable choice than the other. And it never really hit him that what he was doing with Sirius wasn't exactly fitting within the box of 'best friends'. He just loved Sirius, and that would always be true. And then his parents got sick and wanted to see him happy before they died, and James wanted to have them there for as much as possible, and he'd never questioned what his future would be and he didn't then either. He'd always known he'd marry a beautiful woman and have children to run around the house with their toy wands. And he did love Lily.

Sirius loved James in every way someone can love someone else. So it wasn't even a choice for him; if he didn't get to have James romantically he would take the pain of that rather than give up all the rest of it. He didn't tell James he would never love someone else. He didn't tell James he was in love in the first place. Instead, he encouraged James to go after Lily. Because Sirius loved James in every way someone can love someone else, and more than anything he wanted James to be safe and happy out in the sunshine. And he could only ever have the shadows with Sirius. Something hidden and shameful and illegal. And they could be best friends. Sirius loved him like that too, and it could be enough. Only, as one does, James's speech at the wedding was all about how lucky he was to be marrying his best friend and when Sirius stood up to speak not long after he could only hope everyone would believe the tears were just nostalgia and happiness for his friend.

I imagine he stood up and looked down at the man he loved, and the wife that Sirius had grown to care for. I imagine he wished them well, and meant it with his whole heart. I imagine he told stories about James asking Lily out and being turned down, about how James grew up and they actually got to know one another. I imagine he spoke about James's nerves before the first date, and didn't mention that Sirius sucked him off to soothe them. I imagine he didn't say how that was the last time they ever did anything like it, that he didn't say how much he wished the world was different and he could be the one in white. I imagine there wasn't a dry eye in the room, I imagine Sirius sighed with relief that they were all smiling too. I imagine he looked at Lily and asked her to take care of James for him. And I imagine if he'd looked at James he would have seen the heartbreak as he realised Sirius loved him in every way a person can love someone else, which James hadn't known until that very moment was even an option.

[apostatively]

Finding out folks’ respective opinions on the end of DA2 for the past few weeks while we all discuss whether DATV has been Good, Bad, or The Same has been a massive surprise for me.

I guess my perspective had been that Hawke didn’t fail to save the city, since Anders is not their dang legal dependent and potentially they’ve truly done their best to be there for him and support him while he’s been going through a particularly fucked-up time (at least in my worldstate). And since Hawke hasn’t been elected the Anything of Anything, and didn’t agree to take full responsibility for the entire city when Meredith or whoever named them Champion. Like yeah, okay, cool - this is probably ceremonial, right? They didn’t campaign for it and weren’t elected. And since they actively fight to put down immediate threats to the city in the final act - Meredith and (for some dumb reason) Orsino, and succeed at that and prevent as much loss of life as they are physically able…how is any of that sincere effort a failure? I’m not saying it isn’t possible to try your hardest and fail either, but in a situation that was never in Hawke’s control in the first place, that’s not what I see from the game’s ending at all.

A Hawke who isn’t purposely evil and doesn’t torture their companions or punch down maliciously on their community and acts in good faith has NOT failed to save anything, imo. There were always going to be circumstances beyond their control, and part of what makes them a hero is how much unnecessary pain and responsibility they willingly shoulder to try and protect anyone/everyone. If they fully supported their friends, with the exception of a potential DLC character, they all fight to save those who can’t save themselves, and they and the people they care about make it out in one piece.

There are multiple inevitable “failures” Hawke is set up to experience in the narrative, but the ending, fighting to defend others and living on another day with your family of friends, always felt like winning to me. I’ll probably replay DA2 multiple times over the next few years in search of hope or comfort.

Veilguard has not felt that way to me at all, because it’s intentionally not written with “your friends make it out” as an achievable win condition. Aside from the development hell resulting in a much shorter/more narratively limited game, I don’t understand how this feels similar to DA2 to some players.

[mars-ipan]

fav hobby: saying things that make people go

and then going

in response