#it was going good...

[pararennial-archived]

*‵ ･ on divinity ･ ′

She feels it course through her veins on occasion; ichor barreling through like a barrage, bracing itself to and gilding every cell in her body until they all sing in unison. It thrums loudly, like rolling thunder, sending lightning through, bouncing along nerves to remind her ( and others ) who she is. 

Roxanne doesn’t forget those who shy away from her, acting as though she were an unyielding flame. She throws a cursory glance at her companion, Sadyrra, bearing the skin of a woman hiding a wolf beneath. While the other woman worked away on her laptop, Roxanne can see the tense sinew of her hands roving beneath brown skin. All ligaments, tendons, bones, and muscles working in tandem to emulate movement not too dissimilar to a wolf pawing in the soil, flexing its clawed toes and leaving troughs in the ground. 

❝Hey, ‘Dyrra?❞ Roxanne pipes up, her voice soft yet clear through the quiet, through the soft slant of light coming in through the window, through the dust motes swirling gold. ❝What do you see when you look at me?❞

The shifter pauses for a moment, acrylic maroon nails no longer furiously typing away. Sadyrra swivels in her chair to face Roxanne, eyes that are a pale shade of green meeting her deep cobalt blues. The she-wolf only holds her gaze for a moment before suddenly shying away, her demeanour uncharacteristically that of a shorn sheep. Strange. The shift in behaviour coaxes Roxanne’s head to a tilt.

❝I see… a lot, and it’s sorta scary.❞ Sadyrra admits, her eyes flickering towards Roxanne for a moment and then away from her again.

❝How so?❞

Sadyrra takes a moment to recollect herself, leaning back in her chair and propping her arm against the backrest. Then her maroon-varnished nails now tap against the arm of the chair in a rhythmic and steady drone. The godling’s eyes flicker to Sadyrra’s hand once again, now recalling their first encounter. It was a simple greeting, an affirmation of camaraderie that established some sort of connection ⏤ a bond forged by a legacy tied to a cause. Roxanne recalls how Sadyrra’s hand suddenly recoiled from hers within a few seconds of their palms meeting for a handshake. The memory of the she-wolf immediately shrinking away with eyes wider than plates, brought a resurgence of the guilty and confusing pang in her chest from their introduction. Then it starts to make sense. At least, by a small margin.

❝You’re a lot.❞ Sadyrra is finally able to turn and face her fully, ❝When we first met, it’s like I was actually struck by lightning… there was a bright flash that blinded me for a couple of seconds. It’s as if somebody smashed a flash grenade into my face and left me to deal with the consequences. And then… your eyes have this intense glow and your veins light up, and that’s something you already know from… well… anyway...❞

The imagery summons up memories of liquid inferno running through her body, threatening to break out at the seams. Her skin cracking to reveal molten gold underneath, her eyes taken on an unearthly shade of blue. Moments where she almost surrendered herself to ascension, a supernova contained in such a fragile form. Already, she feels something needle at her from within, threatening to remind her once again. 

❝Yeah, okay… so that’s not n-❞ She abruptly cuts in, wanting to dismiss the feeling.

However, Sadyrra interjects, ❝But there’s something else, the space around you… no… the room… or wherever we are… when you come out… it’s like everything's pitch black. We only see you and we only feel you. It’s just you. In the dark. And it feels like if we stare too long, we’ll explode.❞

❝What?!❞

❝Well… yeah? You’ve seen how we reacted before we got used to… you.❞ The she-wolf shrugs after clearing her throat. She then returns to her laptop, her focus suddenly reignited. ❝That’s how everybody knows what you are…❞

[maudiemoods]

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

[lambergeier]

the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING

[stimmingandstruggling]

more good news from tiktok: they’ve started blocking celebrities.

they’re calling it block party 2024. just blocking and ignoring countless celebrities who havent said shit about palestine. influencers, actors, anyone who went to the met gala, whatever, they’re getting blocked. and people keep talking about how cathartic it is, how good it feels, how they never realized they could DO that. there was some kind of subconscious law against blocking famous people, but it’s broken, and people are LOVING it. and it’s WORKING. a social media/digital advertising coordinator was talking about how ad companies are PANICKING, because they can’t accurately target anymore. so many big influencers, including fucking LIZZO started talking about palestine the MOMENT their follower counts started going down. and the best part? no one is forgiving them. lizzo posted a tiktok asking people to donate to palestinian families, and all the comments just said you’re a multimillionaire. put your money where your mouth is. blocked.

i feel like i’m witnessing the downfall of celebrity culture, right here right now. people are waking up.

[starlight-bread-blog]

Me: I shouldn't disturb Neil Gaiman. I shouldn't send an ask unless I really have no way of getting the information otherwise. I'll check old interviews and all the articles that vaguely mention the subject. Of course it goes without saying that I'll read though the FAQ in its entirety. Only then, will I send an ask. However, I'd be very polite and praise his work, as anyone would. I'd also keep it short, because I don't want to waste his time. But I'd keep it very very respectful. I'd be sending a message to a very talented, amazing author that deals with god knows how many like me. Or I'd just stay in the dark and not send him an ask. Yeah, I'll do that.

My Dash:

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[calamitys-child]

What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

[anna-scribbles]

this was how my first day went btw

[nicostiel]

Aziraphale's favorite color is yellow

[sergle]

"tiktok is so toxic yall are on that evil app but I'm built different 💅" to you!! TO YOU!! YOUR TIKTOK ALGORITHYM MAY BE EVIL

Mine is FIRE

[inktho]

feel like i should be sorry about this one

[blackwoolncrown]

I get it, I really do, but I feel like ppl w decision paralysis related to Gazans are also suffering from a kind of non-malignant egotism

"who do I decide to give it to? everyone needs help! I can't help them all!"

You're not the only person they're asking!!!!!

If you choose one person to help that day, a bunch of other ppl choose others

stopping to overthink your inflated importance as an individual versus one in many is what's giving you paralysis

the more you burden yourself as an incapable hero the less you all act as a group-- which is the exact answer you're looking for

fkn close your eyes, scroll on OOB and donate to whoever you click on first

you're not god, it's not your job to save everyone

JUST DO SOMETHING

[phantomrose96]

My sort of maybe embarrassing “late to the game” thing I’m learning now is how to tell if oil has gone bad.

I feel like most other foods have obvious visual tells like mold or they end up smelling foul and obviously bad. But I was googling about oil and the internet says “if it smells like crayons, it’s bad” which would not have been my first guess. And I tested it out on my somewhat old sesame oil and was like “by god, I would describe this as smelling like crayons”

Anyway protip if your old oil smells kinda like crayons it’s probably no good 🖍️