#moments ofjoy

[namitha]

The day unfurls gracefully, I am enveloped in a vibrant energy that fills me with profound happiness, resonating deep within my heart. Gratitude overflows within me for this precious new day, for this very moment in time.🌻

//Friday 21stJuly//

7:56 am

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[olddustorange]

There’s a wonderful moment in a tom wolfe book where characters feel really nervous and uneasy around their daughters British nanny because she’s so competent and seemingly middle-or-upper class that it discomfits them to have her as what they view as a maid and they are overjoyed to find out that she has a lowclass quality which is racism and they are so relieved bc it’s like aha!!!! we can feel morally superior to you again

And something similar I think happens with the Bruce and Clark happy life thing very early in the game — when they’re both in their 20s and actually quite alone. Clark hasn’t gotten anywhere with Lois yet, he desperately wants connection + a family, he’s new to Metropolis, and he has this ENORMOUS isolating secret that will endanger ANYONE he gets close to and tells it to, and that terrible secret and danger is hanging over his head but he can look at Bruce, his counterpart, and say, Well. At least I’m not That. Because Bruce is also alone but it’s grueling and Bruce lashes out so he’s sort of forced to be alone and Clark can implicitly be like well at least I’m trying and things will work out some day….I’m going in the right direction…

But THEN suddenly Bruce gets a KID who brings him a lot ofJOY indeed and it suddenly seems that Bruce’s life is much fuller than Clark’s is. And its a very fun moment of disequilibrium.

I don’t think Clark resents it or is jealous or anything; but I think he might feel inferior and disoriented for a couple flashes ; I think he’s wistful and shocked and stomach-bottomed-out-feeling because there’s a connection that he yearns to have very much

[ryusxnka]

bundles-ofjoy :

@ryusxnka

      “can i help wif yer paperwork?” he’s in a helpful mood, and it was hitsugaya’s turn to watch him. he’s already trying to climb into their lap by taking handfuls of cloth and pulling on them as leverage for his weight.

       “ Get off me -- And go back to the sofa, Kurosaki.  “ irritation spills from the edges of his tongue akin to toxins overfilling a glass.  --  He hadn’t yet slept,  an all-nighter had him in its testing clutches, therefore his mood isn’t the most tolerant at the moment. “  --  You’ll only hinder my progress. “