#may we all be so lucky

[jbsrainbowstrap]

^ Lucy squeezing Julien’s wrist so she’d hold her hand ^

Letting yourself be tender / how did you make me do it?

Thinking about how brave Julien was to let herself be so publicly tender throughout the Grammys and all the moments you can see how conscious and proud of her Phoebe and Lucy were and the subtle ways they shielded her and lent her their strength.

[screamingatmyfandom]

Today on "He's Not Evil; He's Just Got Anxiety," we have:

✨️Fujimoto from Ponyo!✨️

[silver-rings-and-rabbits]

I saw a recording of Waitress and they cheered for the right to choose.

Also they brought a literal baby onstage

[demisexualemmaswan]

also if anyone following me is scared of their 30s, here's just like a short list of the things that I've really enjoyed about being older than 30 and how i'm experiencing the world at this moment in time. I turn 32 in like a month and a half, but I really am enjoying not being in my 20s anymore:

others' inherent respect for bedtime...you're a sleepy bitch? great no one's gonna shame you for wanting to leave the function to go to bed. in fact most functions are over at like 11 now because everyone's like "great it's bedtime".

cringe? don't know her. I no longer care about people's perceptions of how I enjoy my interests as long as I am being respectful and healthy about it.

developed coping skills. this one took some work but the ability to stop negative thoughts in their tracks and go "hey. whoa. cut that shit out" is incredible.

there are adult schools/non-profits available if you wanna learn things!! it's kind of hard because they mostly cater to retired people, but if you do some research you can find things and try things! they cost money, but like. what doesn't? like u wanna learn ballroom dancing as an adult? glassblowing? you can just. do that as long as your finances allow!

letting go of the idea that like. everything has to be profound. you can just do something (again as long as you're being healthy and safe) that makes you happy. so like. you want an ice cream? you don't need to justify it to anyone. if it keeps you alive--and again, you're not hurting anyone--it's worth living for.

little things become more profound in a way. like my friends fed my cat when I had to go out of state for my grandmother's wake and they cleaned the windowsill where he eats cuz he's a messy eater. they didn't have to do that! they just did! and it's such an expression of love that I think about it often.

you do not need to perform for the people in your life for the most part. except at work. you do unfortunately have to adhere to corporate socialization rules, but like at this point there's no point in pretending to be someone you're not. it's exhausting. you don't have the energy for it.

you lose that sort of weird frenetic energy that your 20s have. I cannot explain it. when you are in yours 20s you feel like there's no time for anything and then you get to thirty and you're like oh. there's time for everything. I play in bands/orchestras 3 days a week and play dnd 3 other nights a week!

[lizabeans]

Oh

When I was a kid I remember wanting smile lines but not furrow lines (the ones between your eyes) to show I was living a good life

Now I’m my 30s it turns out I am An Intellectual (TM) who thinks a lot and am definitely getting furrow lines, not from being stern, but from thinking often

And now my goal is furrow lines AND laugh lines AND gray hair because I know I am living my life well and signs of aging are beautiful

WHY THE FUCK do people have a problem with smile lines ?? you don’t like that your face shows evidence of you being happy??? why are you so afraid of aging to the point that ur afraid to smile? this is not okay

[bookishtheaterlover7]

I sincerely hope you and your husband have a long, beautiful and prosperous marriage 🥰🤗 here's to hoping we can be as lucky as to find THE One...

Thank you a lot 🤗💗 I wish you the same, kind and sweet Mod and everyone ignore others negative opinions if they don't like you with your person or viceversa just ignore them. It's your life not theirs!

God bless you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Awwwwwww... Thank you, An🫶n 🤗

That's all I want for the man that will be for me. For him to be the right guy, and not some frog for me to go through before getting the right guy 🥹 Thank you, I'll keep that in mind ❤️ it's your happiness, not theirs ☺️

God bless you as well...💖💖💖💖💖

[choccy-milky]

the place me and my roommate were supposed to move into today was so disgusting and uninhabitable we just took our stuff and left and now we're gonna be staying at airbnbs and hotels until further notice/until we can find a new place hopefully quickly...........im in my homeless drifter era y'all!!!😍😍so if im not as active then thats why LMFAO

1 like = 1 prayer

[always-coffee]

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this:  Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe.  I will keep it safe.”

This. This. This. I love hard. I strive to be a safe space, and I protect. That is who I am. That is how I am. And this quote in particular has been with me since I first read it.

Secret-keeper, in the best way. And I think real love, be it friend or romantic, is exactly this.

BONE BURYING

My dog Squash has recently discovered the art of bone burying.  Whenever I give her a bone she will spend a good hour or so looking for the perfect burying place.  The order typically goes something like this: under the couch cushion, under the couch, under the kitchen broom, under the bedroom curtain, under the living room plant, behind the guitar,  behind the suitcase, under the chair pillow, and then finally-always-she eventually decides to bury the bone under ME.  Wherever I am sitting in the house, she will find me, jump up in the chair with me, and start burying the bone under one of my thighs.  After that, every time, she jumps down, gives me a satisfied look, then falls asleep on the floor. 

Lately I’ve been spending a good part of nearly every day thinking about love.  Romantic love.  The kind of love that involves french kissing and mix tapes and spooning in New York City in the summer when it’s by most people’s standards too disgustingly humid to spoon. The kind of love you wanna bring home to your grandma and say, “Grandma, look at this love! Just look at this LOVE!” Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this:  Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe.  I will keep it safe.  

[egophiliac]

GRIMS COMING!!! You gonna pull for him??👀👀

I'm gonna try, but...

I have mere hours to decide if I want to make one last attempt at Malleus or save a few to try for Grim...and this is all before the new event reveal on the 16th. truly the most difficult choice of our modern times. the gacha is getting its revenge for all of my Lilias.

[satans-knitwear]

We'll save you a seat I guess.

[lovetogether]

Slowly but surely we’ll have references for all our alters

[curlzformetal]

I love how there's all these characters and then just...you...a real person...the only person who has feelings to be hurt by losing...

And here are the brackets! Matches are randomized with a list randomizer, so I apologize for any weird or unfair matches. This is a single elimination bracket, with round 1 having 32 matches, round 2 having 16, and so on until the last match is between the winners of each side.

I'm working on making the polls right now, I'll try to have them up within the next few days, first the polls for side A then the polls for side B.

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[daguerreotyping]

Tintype of a lovely young man with tinted cheeks and gilded fob chain—and with a handwritten note tucked inside the case beneath the image:

“To Wm C Samphier, my best friend; I present this hoping he may never forget one to whom he has been as a brother too, Hoping that this will suit I remain your true friend Wm E Wade Memphis May 11 1858”

[cutemeat]

i delusionally think deetress scraps cld happen under chernin brothers bcuz the scene got deleted but they also wrote her one canon lesbian sexual experience (trying to get off via female masseuse in franks back in business)

sorry i had to process this ask for like 12 hours before i could look at it again to post it

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

Evil Wolverine’s crimes continue.

Fai is expressing concern over the fact that both individual Sakura’s had a huge amount of power separately, but now together…?

AND THEN EVIL WOLVERINE INTERRUPTS HIM TO EXPLAIN THE FACTS THAT WE ALREADY HAVE, BUT IN HIS UNIQUE FONT. 

HELLO IT IS TIME TO RECAP ALL THE FACTS THAT YOU MAY REMEMBER FROM THE PREVIOUS PAGES THAT IMMEDIATELY PRECEDED THIS

SOULS GATHERED INTO OTHER SAKURA CLONES = DIDN’T WORK SO WELL

THIS ONE SAKURA CLONE IN PARTICULAR WAS EXCELLENT

STAMP THAT CLONE WITH ALL THE DIMENSION MEMORIES WE NEED 

ADD THE SUPER FEATHER THAT GOT STRONGER OVER TIME IN THE RESERVOIR FOR SOME REASON

COMBINE THAT WITH THE ORIGINAL SAKURA, MIX WELL, AND BOOM. 

You now have Super Goddess Sakura - the all purpose tool for all your universe destroying needs!

The place he loses me is when he says that Original ‘Sakura’ has the nature to take both of these things into herself. Which, I don’t know why she would, since the feather belongs quite specifically to a different soul, and I don’t know why she would absorb the body of her clone. Like, the Syaorans never absorbed each other, and Watanuki has always been fine when meeting Lava Lamp. 

Is it specifically because the body is empty? So it kind of drifts automatically towards a soul very similar to its original to merge with? And since The Sakura Clone's soul was VERY close to the original Sakura's, that meant she was able compatible with the feather even through she isn't missing any part of her own soul? Like an Extra Memory DLC she could have since the files were compatible, even though those memories aren't hers? Or something? 

I feel like I am being pedantic but he specifically says she has the ability to take both those things into herself.

If Syaoran had died but left an empty body behind would Lava Lamp have accidentally fused with it? Or is this a Sakura Specific Function that’s happening because of the Extreme Universe Powers that are being thrown around her?

Honestly at this point Evil Wolverine could just start adding any other random event he needed to make this work to the list and I’d just have to shrug and say Sure, Ok. Whatever you say. That might as well also be true now.