#midday thoughts

[grimmscythe]

To be close with anyone at all, is truly an overlooked privilege.

[barbwritesstuff]

One of the coolest things that has ever happened is when I first started writing Blood Moon and people started sending me fanart. Someone put Marco in this denim jacket, which was not in the story, but then I noticed other artists also started putting Marco in denim jackets and I had this moment of beautiful epiphany when I realised this character I made was growing and evolving without me. And I love that. I love that so much it hurts. I may have cried in joy.

Another really cool thing that happened is the ice age.

[s0ft-karina]

need a quick fuck session right about now 🤪

[mommyscarcass]

serious question

if evil Danny is fully Ghost how the heck does he do this? Is he just a shapeshifter? Can ghosts shape-shift or is he just special? Also why is he only called Danny if he's half of Vlad? Why not impersonate the rich politician and cause mass corruption? Also Danny couldn't turn back to human the other time he was separated from his ghost half so why is this different?

[tattooedbarbie69]

Been having a couple really bad depression, plus I’m sick 🤧 couldn’t get out of bed for 2 days…Today I decided to get up pick up a few things around my house, light some candles, run a bubble bath, do my skincare routine and put some lotion and comfy pjs on….. that helped a little💕 sometimes the smallest things can help even the worst of days.

[lunarthecorvus]

You know what I can see how Archer would be a Kanej song

[sunsetlanee]

‼️Autism Rant‼️

Life really changes when you realize just how many people “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” you. I’ve noticed “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” = an autistic person who allistics/neurotypicals see as a concept due to their “bubbly/quirky” personality (when in reality it’s simply their autistic traits) and therefore assume we have no depth (neurotypicals don’t immediately humanize people, and instead need a reason to?)

This makes connecting with people really hard for me. I’m so rarely seen as a human being; instead I am viewed the same way people see “The Sunshine Character” before the chapter that explores their humanity.

I’m so so tired of nobody wanting to know me as a person. The surface level connections kill me. People make a thousand assumptions about me, then feel offended when I am upset that nobody has asked me a single question about myself almost ever. I’m tired of being romanticized. I’m tired of being an “idea.” I hate how unseen I’ve always felt. I resent the disappointment people feel when I do something “out of character” for the person they created in their head, leading to their false image of me shattering. I hate the constant worrying that someone is only putting up with my personality because they think I’m attractive, knowing if they didn’t that they would hate me. I hate never knowing if someone actually likes me or not.

I’ll never fully know how people perceive me, but I have noticed the faces/looks people give me when they notice that something about me is “a little bit off.” I can’t help but feel that I give neurotypicals the “uncanny valley” feeling. I can tell they view me as more of a “non-human in disguise” or at least something below them. I don’t feel that I’m viewed as human at all.

There is nothing I want more than for someone to finally see me. I worry that this will never happen. It doesn’t help that I am so closed off and struggle to let anyone in. I laugh off serious questions to avoid giving a real answer. It feels like partly my fault that people don’t see me, yet this has been an issue my entire life, so how could it be?

[midday-headcanons]

My family has a way of sucking the fun out of everything that almost feels supernatural. I know everyone goes through the "I changed something about myself and my family made fun of me" gauntlet at some point, but after over 20 years, I still haven't gotten used to it.

I'm just sensitive, I guess.

Or maybe they genuinely don't realize they are the most discouraging people I know.

[tobymdarling]

i always thought the “but henry, nothing will ever happen to you” was unnecessarily mean and ooc before today. i perceived it as “nothing will ever happen to you because you’re a coward” which literally contradicts what he said 5 seconds earlier

but now with the campfire scene, it’s just so fucking sad? it’s not intended to be cruel, just as a reminder to henry that alex sees him, as who he is- not just what the crown wants him to be

[grimmscythe]

And if you cannot find goodness and hope in this world, become it.

[rena-renata]

why does the track "The Adventure Begins" from The Hobbit soundtrack at minute 1:12 sounds like an intro for the Sims?

[inthenameofallthingsholy]

I think the only thing keeping me going at this point is the fact that in the renaissance I would’ve been the most beautiful woman in the world and Leonardo Da Vinci would’ve painted me.

[tattooedbarbie69]

:(

I fucking hate mental illness... somedays I'm like "Wow life is great! look at all I have to be grateful for!" and the next day I'm depressed af and cant get out of bed and think I have the worst life. It's annoying af, motivated champ one day depressed trash the next... HALP.

[growintheflowers]

I wish I felt like I actually had time. Everyday I look at the clock. I count the time that I have in a day. It’s plenty, in fact, it’s too much time.

When I begin to use my time, I feel like it slips through my fingertips. How can something that is so invisible feel so tangible?

I begin to rush when I feel like my time is fading away. I have things that need to be done but with no time available.

I have so many things I want to do. Hobbies, work, school, and breathing. Yet it feels like when I touch one task, for only a moment, my time drops into nothing I can truly conceptualize. Time is nothing but I wish I knew where it was going

The paradox of so much time in a day, so much that it is too much. Except, there is never enough time in a day.

[sunsetlanee]

I love Tumblr because the people who follow me have decided they are here for me.

My interests, my personality, my creations, my feelings and my thoughts.

None of those things are attached to a face or body, they are just me.

I am so much more than the skin that holds me.

It is my soul behind the screen.

I enjoy being seen without ever being looked at.

I love Tumblr because it makes that easy.

It is comforting to know that I am capable of being liked when I am so used to being pursued out of lust.

This gives me hope that people exist who have pure intentions. People who don’t mistake attraction for connection, or for knowing someone.

There is no “idea of me” that exists here, no impressions or perceptions based on how I look. I have left no room for that.

No room for disappointment when who I am is on display. No assumptions.