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ephemerensis · 2 years ago

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Here You’re Safe // Joel Miller x GN! Reader

another platonic gender neutral dad joel moment. TRIGGER WARNING DEATH like of a major character please proceed with caution !!! anyways this took me so long skkshd and the ending is rushed and rlly bad im sorry its 2 am :/ not proofread ALSO!! if i published a poetry book would yall read it :/

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“Anything bad down there?” Ellie jutted a finger towards an empty hall, lined with lockers.

Outside, the wind screamed its grievances, making the old building creak whenever a particularly cruel gust swept by. It was winter in the middle of the country, and as much as the three of you adored the idea of camping outside, the snow violently pouring from the skies argued otherwise.

Thankfully, Joel found a school building nearby before the storm. A high school, it looked like. On the way in, you saw traces of the treacherous cordyceps roots intertwining through the doorway and walls. But you didn’t have much of a choice with the weather, and they were dry. Hardly anyone lived in the area to get infected anyways, and winter seemed to slow them down; the infected. Not the fungi itself. It grew just fine. Thrived even, in colder climates.

“Just you.” You bit back a chortle as Ellie scrunched her nose, almost peeved.

“You know that joke gets fucking old, Joel. I’m not even in there yet.”

The burly man just shrugged, adjusting his rifle strap as he slowed his steps to a halt, “isn’t a joke.”

“He can’t help it, he’s like eighty. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” You shrugged your pack off your shoulders, setting it on the floor to get situated for the time being. The man just grunted in response, glancing around the building before taking a seat at one of the long tables that littered the room. They were askew; clearly a struggle took place there sometime, but judging by the copious amount of dust that coated the place it couldn’t have been all too recent. Joel was sure it was clear, otherwise they would’ve heard you by now. The school wasn’t all that large after all.

“Whatever,” piped Ellie, rolling her eyes. She reached for your sleeve, tugging you towards the hall. “Cmon! I wanna explore a little!” Giggling, you let her lead you off, throwing a glance back to Joel before the two of you rounded the corner. His brows were deep set, almost furrowed above his eyes, as they usually were; but he looked about as relaxed as you imagined the man could manage.

“Hey!” he called after you. “It’s mostly dry, but you watch your step, understand? Haven’t cleared it completely.”

The two of you hardly heard him, though, distracted instead by the rows of little blue locked cabinets you’d only read about in passing. A lot of the world before was a wonder after growing up in the QZ. It felt like rediscovering a myth.

“This is so fucking cool!” Ellie ran her hand along a row of them, rattling the metal doors against their frame. It was a wonder they weren’t rusted after all these years, but they seemed almost untouched if not a little dusty.

“Didn’t you go to high school? In the QZ?” You didn’t get to. Before Joel and Tess you were a well kept secret, and after that didn’t change much either. They’d let you out as you pleased after awhile but you never went to school; ‘don’t need to be feeding you FEDRA propaganda,’ so they homeschooled you instead. Mostly Tess. Joel quipped in every now and then but he didn’t usually have the best wisdom to impart onto you. Aside from bedtime novels, that was always his specialty.

“Yeah but it was tiny. Just a gym and some classrooms.” Ellie had her head under a drinking fountain, staring at the pipes as she mashed the button. “This stuff is so metal, literally. It’s like your own little room at school!” Abandoning the fountain when no water emerged, she turned her attention back to the paint chipped lockers, “you think they left shit in here?”

“Like corny love letters maybe,” you tugged on one of locks to test it. It didn’t budge, as you’d assumed. Thoughts of life before were so enigmatic. They were more scared of the math test next class then when their next meal was gonna be. It almost made you jealous. It would if they weren’t probably dead. Better to grow up in hell then suddenly get thrust into it.

Behind you, metal squeaked as Ellie got one of them open, “Oh shit! Wait wait wait, Y/N check me out!” You turned around, lips pursed together in a crooked smile when you saw her. She’d found someone’s baseball cap and sunnies. Ellie flipped the bill back and slipped the sunglasses on, forcing a deeper voice as she swaggered in your direction. “Yooo what’s up bro, you going to my place tonight? Throwing a huge party!”

She pressed her hand into the locker, beside your head, leaning in. The moment your eyes locked eyes behind her darkened frames you both burst into laughter. Shaking your head, you took on a dumb expression before replicating her tone, “man, is Britney gonna be there? She’s a total babe!”

Ellie snorted, sending you both into another fit of toe curling laughter. It was all so absurd. You pushed off the locker when you’d regained your bearings, walking backwards as you tugged on the locks to see if any would pop.

“Is that really how they talked back then?”

Ellie shrugged, tugging on locks on the opposite wall as the two of you ventured forth. “Gotta be, that’s how it is in books.”

One of the locks you tugged on gave way, making you grin as you pried it open. Pulling out a binder, you thumbed through the pages before a little booklet caught your attention.

“Here, catch!” She caught it with ease as you tossed the comic book over.

“No way! Batman!” Ellie flipped through the pages with fervor, pausing in her pursuit down the hall. You, however, continued slowly wandering backwards.

You giggled, shaking your head at her glee.

A sickening crunch wiped the smile off your face.

Ellie gasped, staring at you with wide eyes as you muffled a scream. Looking down towards the source of the noise, you see it.

The semblance of a hand disintegrated under your foot. The body it belonged to seemingly dried out long ago, pressed flat against the wall of lockers it clung to.

The both of you stared a moment, as you slowly backed away in relief. Until you saw the tendrils lurking in the undergrowth, reaching towards you. Worse still, the rumbling sound that suddenly emerged from the upper floor made you blood run cold.

Shit.

Ellie saw it too, bolting first but you were quick to follow.

“Joel!” You called, turning the corner, almost colliding with him. “We have to run!”

“Y/N! Ellie! What’s going on?” The man was already ready, bags slung over his shoulder with a look of bewilderment embedded on his features.

Ellie pushed Joel forward, “Not fucking dry!” The three of you ran, making your way back the way you came. The thundering sounds of footsteps hitting hardwood grew nearer. Joel lead the way, rounding every corner with his shotgun raised.

“Why didn’t they hear us when we came in?” You choked out in a panicked whisper. Normally they came bolting at any noise you offered.

“It’s winter, were probably huddled to keep the hosts alive. Mushrooms can take the cold, but the bodies can’t.” Joel whispered back. The timbre in his voice was almost enough to soothe you, he sounded more tired than distressed as he pressed on.

“What do we do?” Ellie piped.

“Gotta get outta here first.” The three of you cleared another corner, sprinting down a hall. A violent thud against one of the classroom doors made you lose your footing, sending you plummeting towards the ground. You gasped as three runners pounded aggressively against the door, piling and clawing at the ancient thing long enough for the rusted hinges to give way.

“Shit!” Somewhere out of the corner of your eye you see Ellie pull out a knife as the three infected tumbled forward. They piled on top of each other, all scrambling to gain their footing and lunge at the nearest person in the room; you. You shuffled panickedly backwards, working to get up and kick the topmost one off your leg.

Ellie stabs one in the head, making the arm fall limp and successively freeing you. You managed to stand upright, the other two still clawing but trapped under the weight of the first. Joel fires a bullet, ceasing another one’s movement as they three of you back away from them.

Before he can shoot the third, the rumbling gets louder.

You’re all sprinting before you can fully gain your bearings. The burn in your lungs was starting to settle in, but the echos of clicks and groans mixed with the pummeling of foot steps filling the halls kept you motivated. Your heart beat so quickly in your chest, you thought it might burst out.

The doors leading out were in sight, though. The wind that bashed against it was less than inviting, but beyond that— the worn mahogany didn’t budge when you shoved. Ellie reached it first, nearly falling as she bodied the double doors. The snow must’ve piled up outside.

A glance and a nod were all you needed before the three of you charged against it unanimously. Once. The doors shook and the sound resounded, seemingly worsening the agitation of the horde heading your way. A second charge made it squeak open, the biting wind flaying your skin as it made contact. The first of the infected rounded the corner, running at you full force before you’d managed a third charge against the doors.

They burst open, giving way to a powerful gust that hit you like a wall. Joel made sure you both got out before he followed, pressing against the wind to get away.

The infected fared worse. Clickers wouldn’t be able to hear with all this noise, and runners couldn’t manage to fight the wind. Most of then fell behind, the few that persisted did so slowly; sinking perpetually deeper in the plush snow in their pursuit.

Fighting against the biting currents of the frigid wind, the three of you paved a way into the tree line. Immersed in forest, the storm felt better. The trees blocked off some of the wind to an extent, and as far as you were concerned no infected seemed to have tagged along thus far.

The ache in your bones was starting to settle as the storm did. You were deep in the woods by then, no sense of direction or time— but with the way the moon hung so high in the sky it couldn’t have been close to daybreak. Joel slowed to a halt, nodding at both of you before you and Ellie breathed a collective sigh.

Ellie dropped her bag to the ground, almost falling over. Your knees felt a surge of weakness too. The snow looked so soft you could sleep in it. You bent forward, heaving, hands on your knees. If you were born before the whole thing went down the cardio alone would’ve been enough to kill you, it was much better to be born into the apocalypse, you decided.

Thankfully you didn’t leave too much behind. A sleeping bag and more cans of food than you would’ve liked were lost, but you’d find more food and you had two sleeping bags still.

Everything settled enough for you to hear again. Between gasps of breath you could hear the crickets chirping. It was almost tranquil.

Ellie seemed the first to recover, standing up and stretching her arms overhead before stilling. She stared ahead at nothing in particular, cogs processing the monstrosity you’d just escaped.

“That was fucking brutal.”

You looked up to offer a laugh. Her dry humor in times like these were enough to send you into orbit sometimes; but that was when you saw it.

The lone stalker that lurched for her before you could yell a warning. Before you could think you reacted. Grabbing Ellie by her collar, you yanked her forward and out of its path.

Instead, if collided with your arms pushing against its chest with all the force you had left in you to muster. It was stronger, of course, knocking you down almost immediately as it clawed at you. You screamed as it opened its mouth, long tendrils extending themselves towards you, wriggling morosely.

Ellie was still in the thralls of scrambling up, but Joel took notice. A well aimed bullet made it collapse. Joel rushed to help haul it off you as you screamed from the pure terror and adrenaline coursing through your veins, clamoring as far away from it as your shaken body could manage.

He looked at you with a concern you hardly recognized, not that you even looked to see it. Everyone was still a moment until Ellie said your name.

“Y/N…” she said it uncharacteristically nervously, a shaky finger pointed towards the shining red that stained the snow beneath your palm.

You raised your hand to your face, barely able to see in the moonlight, but the indentations of teeth on your marred flesh was unmistakable.

Ironically, your veins felt icier than the frost covered leaves as you stared at it; shell shocked.

This was never supposed to happen. You’d always made it through before, why now? Not you. It could never have been you.

Ellie fell to her knees, fists bunching the fabric of your shirt as she shook you, tears in her eyes threatening to fall. “Y/N what the fuck! Why’d you do that!”

“No. No no no,” you murmured.

“I’m immune!” She was screaming at you now. “I’m fucking immune! I would’ve been—“

The older man cut her off, pushing her hands off you but not with more force than was enough to make her release her grip. He looked at you with the same shock that gripped your eyes. His hands hovered you, hesitant, but the gentle movement broke your stupor. Looking up at him you quivered under the weight of it all, “Joel.”

He looked at you with something you couldn’t quite grasp. It was pity and shock and hurt and all of it but none of it. Somewhere in the confines of his empathy and loving was a deep rooted instinct to compartmentalize. What was done was done. But you needed him now. The bullet was shot, but the dust hadn’t settled.

“Joel, I’m so scared.” Tears were already streaming, and you knew he couldn’t do anything about it; both of you knew. But as his weighty arms wrapped taut around your shoulders, it was good enough a cure. You inhaled, letting his familiar burnt wood settle in your lungs as it’d done a thousand times before.

“Shh, shh. I know baby, I know.” His hand pat rhythmically against your spine.

It’s over. It’s really over.

That’s all you could think. Behind Joel, Ellie just stared silently. It wasn’t out of anger or guilt or even pity. None of these things ever seemed real, and the three of you had been doing this together for so long. You’d survived so much of it all, and she was the cure. The hopeless, helpless cure. What else could she do?

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Joel wasn’t one to sugarcoat or lie. So often he said so little, every morsel of information or sentimentality you could pry from him felt more satisfying than a warm shower on a cold day. Maybe it wasn’t because he didn’t know what else to say. You were in hysterics and at the end after all.

But it felt true.

Your hand throbbed, but not more than the feeling of the ache in your bones— something you’d gotten used to after years of running. The air was stiller than it was before, it didn’t hold the bite of bitter wind it had moments earlier. In fact, after all the snow, it felt clear and crisp in your lungs. The birds cooed their grievances to the world overhead, never ceasing their song even in the middle of night. And the stars were so beautifully bright, it was enough to feel enveloped. Here, in this moment, in Joel’s arms, you were okay.

He’d only pulled you closer, almost swaying you with him as he kept the rhythm of his hand against your spine. You could hear how fast his heartbeat, “You remember that toy rabbit you had as a kid? What was his name? Pete? Peter?”

“Percy,” you whispered after a while. Rabbit was a strong word to describe it. It might’ve looked like one before, but by time it got to you it was anything but. Discarded and trampled on as people rampaged out of cities and infectious conjunctions. It was a mottled gray little thing, with an ear and both eyes missing. The other ear consistently found itself, for the better half of five years, securely grasped in your little hands. Regardless, you loved it. You named it the way you would’ve named a real rabbit, if you could’ve had one before all this. You held it the way you would imagine your parents held you, before all this.

“Yeah that’s right,” his chest vibrated against the side of your face as he chuckled. “You used to carry him everywhere, didn’t you? Thought you were gonna kill me when I took him to wash. Would holler bloody murder, it was a wonder the neighbors never complained.”

The wind settled earlier with the storm, and eventually so did the pace of your heartbeat. You smiled at the memory, strangely bashful. It’s almost an insult to Joel and Tess to say Percy was all you had. They gave you food, shelter, company on some days. But for the first few years he was all you had. He was promised and he was yours. Percy was the first you could ever call your own. It felt often like he was all you had. Especially on nights when the two of them were on runs, and the Fireflies would stir fights against FEDRA outside. Percy shielded you from the sounds of gunshot then.

“Course eventually you outgrew him; which was never bad! Used to get jealous of how often you’d hug it and not your old man.” He sounded wistful. You calmed down enough to pull back, now suffering from a bout of hiccups and sniffles as you tried to regain your bearings. Joel didn’t let you go, though. You stayed in his arms. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, offering a small smile in its place.

How could he be jealous of a silly little rabbit? Percy was all you thought you had then. But you knew better. Joel was all you had ever. He was all you would ever have again.

“Then there was that kid, down the street. Darwin or something?”

Damian. An awkward, lanky, 8 year old boy, with sand colored hair that never lay flat and a tooth that was perpetually missing. Of course, you were 9 at the time and you didn’t want to play with “little kids.”

Joel really sucked with names. You knew that. He was getting on in his years, but even when he was younger— they never stuck for him. People were untrustworthy and irrelevant, it was hard to want to try. So it meant a lot anyways when he halfway blundered the names of your childhood acquaintances. To you what was so fleeting was important enough for him to commit to memory, as cold as he could be. You never thought he’d cared so much.

“Brought you sidewalk daisies for months! Damn near ripped his head off, was about fed up with his yapping and stammering around you.” You smiled at that. Damian’s crush on you was so annoying then, but sometimes on longer days you’d wished someone would love you with the same persistence— even if it was a silly boy a year younger than you. “But you were always pretty, anyone could see it. No one will ever be good enough, though. Or, would be.”

Joel said the last part almost as a whisper. It felt like a death sentence, though you all knew there was no hope for you. A silence settled over your heads, you could feel it in your lungs as you inhaled the air that felt so crisp and clean and clear. Lungs that were still alive and well.

It would be dawn soon. And they had to go. The world was cold and bitter; they needed to get to shelter and then continue to their agenda. They. Joel and Ellie.

And when they went your lungs would still work, and you still breathe in clean crisp air. But they wouldn’t be breathing for you.

So, pulling far enough away from Joel to look him in the eyes you plead wordlessly. They darted between his, begging him to understand their request and praying for him to accept it.

It took a moment, confusion crossed his face before it dawned on him. Though he should’ve known what you wanted.

He shook his head, holding your gaze. It was a cruel thing to ask. To want. How could he when he raised you? When he loved you?

But you just nodded. He had to. It was all you wanted. So the two of you just looked at each other and pleaded. You knew you were going to win. Joel always yielded for you.

Your eyes shifted for a moment to lock with Ellie’s, offering her a small smile. She looked confused, looking between you and Joel as the pieces started to fall into place.

You looked back to Joel again, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him for the last time. Your eyes fell shut and you felt him squeeze you back. It was so warm here.

“Love you, Dad.”

You were safe here.

And that’s the last thing you knew before he pulled the trigger.

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mistresslrigtar · 7 months ago

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To celebrate the 1 year anniversary of Tears of the Kingdom. You can read my love story here:

Third Time’s a Charm

Rated: G

Summary:

A written montage of snapshot moments between Link and Zelda post-TotK, as they come to terms with the traumatic events of the Upheaval and slowly rediscover each other and their love. How many times can two people be forced to start their lives over?

Excerpt:

(Link) However, when he returned from the dead, even when he couldn’t remember, somehow he always knew he was in love with her. When he looks into her clear green eyes Link sees a depth of wisdom that spans not just one century, but thousands and it takes his breath away. He doesn’t dare ask if, during her long slumber, she’s grown past him for fear her answer will be ‘ yes ’.

(Zelda) When Link returns his focus to finishing up their dinner, Zelda steals glances when she knows he’s not looking. He’s different than she remembers him being before she left. Shy and distant, like he’d been so long ago. When she looks into his bright blue eyes she sees an old soul who has seen too much and still finds the strength to persevere. She also sees his undying adoration, which she knows is for her alone

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snaggletoothedbastard · 10 months ago

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I'm talking about Tintin again. This time I'm writing an essay. You have been warned.

Yesterday it was my birthday and I rewatched The Black Island. To be clear: I have not read the book. For some reason that is one of the only two Tintin books my dad doesn't have, so I haven't read it. All mentions of The Black Island henceforth are referring to the episode from the animated series.

The Black Island is an interesting episode, and I have interesting feelings about it, which I only truly acknowledged yesterday. Maybe being a year older has brought me unexpected wisdom or maybe I just didn't notice my feelings until more than ten years after the first time I watched the episode. I don't know. Anyway, this is essentially just going to be my attempt at articulating these feelings. You could call this essay an exercise in pointlessness but I like writing so I'm doing it anyway.

The Black Island is actually the first episode I ever watched, and it was my introduction to Tintin as a concept. I'm going to give you a little bit of backstory here. I was about six years old, and I was at a friend's house. We were playing in her mum's room. There was a TV in there with a DVD player, and my friend suggested we watch Tintin. I had no idea what that was, but it sounded intriguing so I agreed to watch it. My friend put the DVD in the player, chose an episode and pressed play. Immediately I was faced with this image.

There he is. The man himself. The weird thing is, I recognised him. This character was familiar to me before I even knew who he was. And that is because of another friend, whom I'd known for my entire life. He and his wife were friends with my parents, and my younger sibling and I were friends with their two daughters. We'd been to the family's house countless times, and every time we went there I would look around at the pictures on their walls, the figures on their shelves and the magnets on their fridge, because I kept seeing these fascinating people. Two identical men with bowler hats and moustaches. A large blonde woman in a pink dress. And a chap with a round face, black dots for eyes and ginger hair that defied gravity by sticking straight up. I'd seen this peculiar character in this family's house for years but it wasn't until I was six and watching TV with my friend in her mum's bedroom that I finally learned his name: Tintin.

The episode we watched was, of course, The Black Island. It was my first proper introduction to the series that absolutely beguiled me from the age of six to around ten, and then was, for some reason, almost forgotten about until I rediscovered it a month ago. And this episode seems to have had a rather profound effect on me that I don't think any of the other episodes have. It isn't my favourite, it doesn't have the best quality, the animation is sometimes funny-looking and the dialogue is awkward and the accents are atrocious, but there is something special about it.

The main thing I get from watching this episode is an intense feeling of nostalgia. The Tintin series was a huge part of my childhood. My family and I watched the cartoon religiously until I probably could have recited the entirety of The Seven Crystal Balls word for word. In my young undiagnosed autistic mind, I thought the way the characters spoke would be the perfect thing to emulate when I was masking. New lens: I am now an actor, and the voice acting in the series is, for the most part, aggressively mediocre. But I tried so hard to copy it when I was a child that it's now ingrained in my head and when I need to mask, I automatically fall back on this weird overacted cartoon-character persona without even thinking about it. I associate Tintin with Sufjan Stevens, because I heard so much of his music while my interest in the cartoon was at its peak. To me, the two are intrinsically linked, and I sometimes forget that this isn't a universal experience, and that there probably aren't that many other people who instinctively think of Tintin in America when they listen to the song Chicago.

I also get nostalgia for the circumstances in which I first saw the episode. The friend who introduced me to the series was also a huge part of my childhood, as was the house in which we watched the episode. That particular friendship had a rough ending, and I feel both happy and sad when I think back on it. The Tintin series actually affected the way we interacted with each other, particularly in the games we played at school. We both liked playing pretend games where we would invent elaborate adventures and act them out in the playground together. Many of these adventures were inspired by the ones we saw on TV or read about, including Tintin.

The Black Island is a reminder of things that fundamentally changed me and made me the person I am now. But it also affects me in smaller ways.

The story of The Black Island is, like every other story in the series, unique. It has Tintin investigating a plane crash in the England, and the mystery eventually takes him up to a sullen Scottish seaside town and an ominous island. I think part of what makes this story feel so strangely close to me is its location. It's close in a physical sense because I'm from England and I've lived here my whole life. The landscapes look a lot like the countryside I used to live in and still see every day when I take the bus to school.

I've never been to Scotland but the Scotland scenes are still familiar. I can link these images to specific places I've been to.

Boscastle in Cornwall.

Corfe Castle in Dorset.

That nightmarish staircase in King Alfred's tower, Somerset.

There are also smaller, more specific details, like that dog that chases Snowy, which I can easily relate to several childhood experiences. I don't know why I got chased by dogs so often but it's hardly surprising that I was scared shitless of them until the age of sixteen.

Or the soundtrack in some of the Scotland scenes, which reminds me of the whimsical folktronica-style music my dad makes with his friend.

These are very specific experiences that I don't think are likely to be exactly the same as anyone else's. The things I associate with this story and the feelings it gives me are completely different to what someone else might get from it. And I think that's really nice. It's like I've got something that's just for me. And of course you could say this about anything, because everyone's lives are different, but The Black Island is, for some reason, the thing that I get this feeling from more than anything else.

The episode has a sense of quiet mystery to it. It starts with Tintin enjoying a walk with Snowy in the middle of nowhere, then bluntly stating that a plane is in trouble. I wouldn't say it's any less exciting than the rest of the stories, but it feels more matter-of-fact. The mystery is there but the answers are revealed in simple statements. I don't know if it's just because it's set in the UK and the weather over here is always dull, but many of the scenes take place under a cloudy sky, and the scenes in Scotland especially seem darker, which I actually like. Of course the episode has its share of chase scenes and slapstick comedy, but the overall tone of the story feels gentler somehow than a lot of the others. It feels more like something that could actually happen, at least to me. And that's how I felt about it when I was six. I watched it for the first time and thought, "I wish I could have an adventure like that." When I went on to watch the rest of the series I had similar thoughts about the other episodes, but The Black Island remained the only one that I could relate to. Maybe that's because it's set closer to home. Maybe it's because I recognise the locations even though I've never been to any of them. Maybe it's because it reminds me of the child I used to be, talking like a cartoon character and pretending my best friend or my sibling and I were on some wild adventure. Maybe it's because it was the beginning of an unforgettable chapter in my life, without which I would have ended up a different person. It's probably all of these things put together. These things are what makes The Adventures of Tintin: The Black Island feel like home to me.

#tintin #the adventures of tintin #tintin the black island #essay writing #i'm getting personal here #listen. i've had thoughts about this for a while now and i only just figured out how to put them into words #as i said before this is an exercise in pointlessness #i enjoyed writing it though

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hydrasphereblogs · 7 months ago

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maaarine · 2 years ago

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Revolution from within (Gloria Steinem, 1992)

“Hierarchies try to convince us that all power and well-being come from the outside, that our self-esteem depends on obedience and measuring up to their requirements, but it’s interesting that even the most totalitarian cultures have never been able to convince everyone.

There have always been rebels and visionaries who persisted in believing that each person has a center of power and wisdom within, whether it’s called the soul or the authentic self, Atman or the spirit.

We don’t have to reinvent the wheel, just rediscover it. But old or new, this wisdom too often remains in our heads.

Only experience can make it a visceral part of our daily lives by bridging the distance from head to heart.

That’s why a storyteller is magic, but a teller of facts is not. There is a reason why parables are the oldest form of teaching: they work. (…)

It seems that the older the teaching, the more it presents self-wisdom and self-honor as a source of strength, rebellion, and a kind of meta-democracy—a oneness with all living things and with the universe itself.

Returning to this concept of circularity and oneness that preceded patriarchy, racism, class systems, and other hierarchies that ration self-esteem—and that create obedience to external authority by weakening belief in our natural and internal wisdom—is truly a revolution from within.

“When we realize the universal Self in us,” ask the Upanishads defiantly, “when and what may anybody fear or worship?””

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Ayurvedic Masters: Embracing Ancient Wisdom, Empowering Modern Wellness

Your one-stop shop for embracing Ayurvedic wisdom and reaping its amazing benefits. We are a well-known company committed to using our internet platform to raise awareness and knowledge about the age-old practice of Ayurveda.

At Ayurvedic Masters, we prioritize your well-being, offering a sanctuary where you can rediscover your inner harmony. Embrace the healing touch of Ayurveda and embark on a path to holistic wellness. Your journey to a healthier, happier you begins here

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mycollectioncloud · 1 year ago

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Ghost of Christmas Past.

Revisiting any aspect of life After a bit of time has passed Sometimes almost being forgotten And rediscover it Adding the seasoning of new wisdom Allows you to look at it With a new perspective Making old problems seem Less of a mountain And more of a hill

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yeniasworld · 3 days ago

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Beauty is a thing often desired, chile, but isn’t it supposed to be a ninja’s desire too? Am I not the one who was once called to handle the chaos, to settle the debts, to be the one on call when things needed fixing? Those days feel far behind me now, and honestly, I’m exhausted. The weight of everything—the roles I’ve carried, the life I’ve lived—is no longer mine to bear. I’ve been given a reset by the universe, a chance to reclaim what was lost.

I stand here no longer as the 18-year-old child I once was, yet somehow, I’ve been reborn into a new space, one where time feels reversed. The years that were taken—the last 10 to 15—may not physically return, but spiritually, mentally, and emotionally, I feel the echoes of a fresh start. While my body undergoes a transformation, shedding years of weight and reclaiming its youthful essence, my spirit remains anchored in wisdom within my new birthday age no longer at 1996 but at 2006 meaning my new start age is at 18 as of this year 2024. My soul has seen 28 years of growth, but my heart yearns for the simplicity and joy of rediscovering life, this time with clarity.

To the man I miss, know that I am no longer the same. I’ve transitioned beyond what you once knew. I am not a “man” in the way the world might expect but rather a being on a journey of healing and renewal—a soul reclaiming its vibrancy and innocence. Don’t misunderstand me; while my physical self may feel rejuvenated, my spirit carries the maturity of a queen who has weathered storms and embraced her truth.

I now desire connection, but not with just anyone. To those under 21 or even below 24, you are not the ones for me. Your energy doesn’t match where I am, and your path is not aligned with mine. Similarly, to the older men—those in your 40s and 50s—please understand that I am not your answer either. While I respect your wisdom, I am in a season where my emotional and physical youth demand balance. I seek men who are emotionally mature, spiritually aligned, and youthful in their outlook—a partnership that matches my rebirth.

I’ve spent much of my adult life celibate, navigating love with only fleeting experiences. Now, I am ready to explore, to learn, and to grow in relationships that allow me to truly understand the depths of connection. This isn’t about rushing into anything but rather about embracing life as it unfolds naturally.

To the minors and the elderly men, with all due respect, I am not for you. Take your desires and energy to those who are in your own lane. I am not flattered by your advances, nor am I interested. My journey is about reclaiming my life on my terms—hello to a new era of ease, simplicity, and authentic encounters.

So, goodbye to the roles of the past. I am no longer the bill collector, the fixer, or the one who carries burdens not my own. I am the creator of my life now. Hello to simplicity, to relationships that align with my newfound clarity, and most importantly, hello to myself. Welcome back, Reuben. You’ve earned this chapter of rediscovery.

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agelesszen · 4 days ago

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Ageless Zen Comforts: A Timeless Approach to Wellness

In a world brimming with constant hustle, stress, and noise, the idea of finding solace in age-old practices has become increasingly appealing. "Ageless Zen Comforts" encapsulates this pursuit of tranquility and balance, blending ancient wisdom with modern techniques to create a sanctuary for the mind, body, and soul.

The Essence of Ageless Zen

At its core, Zen is a philosophy rooted in mindfulness and simplicity. It emphasizes living in the present moment, fostering inner peace, and harmonizing with one’s environment. Ageless Zen goes a step further, incorporating timeless practices into our fast-paced lives while respecting their rich heritage. From meditation and yoga to holistic health practices, it offers a framework to nurture longevity and well-being.

The Modern Appeal of Zen Comforts

In recent years, the popularity of Zen-inspired lifestyles has surged. This can be attributed to the rising awareness of mental health, a growing interest in sustainability, and the desire to reconnect with nature. Ageless Zen Comforts transforms these principles into actionable steps, accessible to anyone, regardless of age or background.

Comfort is a central theme. Whether it’s creating serene living spaces, practicing mindful breathing, or indulging in natural therapies, these practices help alleviate the pressures of everyday life. They remind us to slow down, breathe deeply, and savor life's simple pleasures.

Key Practices to Embrace Ageless Zen

Mindful Meditation Meditation is at the heart of Zen. A daily practice, even for a few minutes, can enhance focus, reduce anxiety, and improve emotional resilience. By quieting the mind, you open the door to inner peace and clarity.

Holistic Health Ageless Zen promotes the use of natural remedies, balanced diets, and traditional wellness practices. Herbal teas, essential oils, and acupuncture are examples of holistic approaches that align with Zen principles.

Creating Zen Spaces Your surroundings greatly impact your well-being. Ageless Zen encourages minimalist, clutter-free environments with natural materials, soft lighting, and elements like plants or fountains to bring a sense of harmony.

Connecting with Nature Spending time in nature is a timeless practice that grounds us. Whether it's a walk in the woods, gardening, or simply sitting by a lake, nature offers a restorative experience aligned with Zen ideals.

Benefits of Ageless Zen Comforts

Incorporating these practices can bring transformative benefits. Physically, it can reduce stress, enhance immunity, and promote better sleep. Mentally, it fosters a sense of gratitude, sharpens focus, and nurtures creativity. Spiritually, it connects you to a deeper sense of purpose and universal harmony.

A Lifelong Journey

Ageless Zen is not a destination but a journey of continual growth and self-discovery. It’s about embracing imperfection, finding beauty in simplicity, and cultivating a lifestyle that supports inner and outer peace.

In embracing Ageless Zen cosmetics, you’re choosing a path that honors tradition while adapting to modern needs. It’s a reminder that tranquility, balance, and joy are timeless treasures within reach, waiting to be rediscovered.

So, take a moment, breathe deeply, and embark on your journey to ageless serenity.

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verdantayurveda · 14 days ago

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Discover Holistic Healing at Verdant Ayurveda Clinic

Experience the ancient wisdom of holistic healing at Verdant Ayurveda Clinic. Our expert practitioners combine time-honored Ayurvedic therapies with personalized care to restore balance and vitality. Whether you seek relief from chronic ailments, stress management, or a rejuvenating detox, our comprehensive range of treatments is tailored to meet your unique needs. At Verdant Ayurveda, we prioritize natural wellness, using authentic herbal remedies and therapies rooted in the centuries-old tradition of Ayurveda. Embrace a healthier, more balanced lifestyle and rediscover your inner harmony with us. Visit our Ayurveda clinic today and embark on a transformative journey toward lasting well-being.

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astraloracle3692 · 2 months ago

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Feel Stuck? Here’s How a Psychic Medium in Indianapolis Can Unblock Your Energy and Boost Your Life

We’ve all experienced times when life feels stagnant—whether it’s in our relationships, career, or even our sense of purpose. These moments can leave us feeling disconnected, frustrated, and unsure of what’s next. But what if there was a way to clear these blocks and open up new possibilities? A psychic medium in Indianapolis may offer just that—helping to shift your energy and guide you toward a more fulfilling path.

1. Tuning Into Your Energy

A psychic medium has the ability to connect not only with the spirit world but also with your personal energy. They can sense where imbalances may be, identifying emotional or spiritual blocks that are holding you back. These blocks can show up in different areas of your life—affecting your decision-making, relationships, or sense of direction. By tuning into this energy, a psychic medium helps you understand what’s really going on beneath the surface.

2. Clearing Emotional Blocks

Sometimes, we carry emotional baggage without even realizing it. Past experiences, unresolved feelings, or fear of the unknown can create blocks that keep us from moving forward. A psychic medium can help you release these emotional barriers. Through a session, they may receive messages from guides or loved ones that give you clarity or closure, allowing you to let go and make space for new opportunities.

3. Reconnecting You With Your Purpose

Feeling stuck often comes from a sense of being off-course, as if you're no longer aligned with your true purpose. A psychic medium in Indianapolis can offer insights into your life’s direction, helping you rediscover what drives you. They can guide you toward paths that resonate with your higher self, making decisions feel more natural and grounded. This can lead to a renewed sense of purpose, helping you feel more in control of your journey.

4. Gaining Perspective From Spirit

One of the unique abilities of a psychic medium is their connection to the spirit world. During a reading, they may receive messages from loved ones who have passed, spirit guides, or other entities that offer wisdom and guidance. These messages can bring peace, healing, and a broader perspective on life’s challenges. Understanding that you’re being supported by something greater than yourself can lift the weight of uncertainty and empower you to make positive changes.

5. Transforming Negative Patterns

We all have habits or mindsets that can keep us stuck, whether it’s negative self-talk, fear of failure, or old patterns of behavior. A psychic medium can help you become aware of these patterns and how they’re impacting your life. Once recognized, these habits can be transformed into more positive, empowering actions. By shedding light on these unseen aspects of your life, a psychic medium offers the opportunity for deep personal growth and transformation.

Time to Unblock Your Energy

If you’re feeling stuck and uncertain about where to go next, consider exploring what a psychic medium in Indianapolis can do for you. The answers you’re looking for may be closer than you think. By tapping into your energy, releasing emotional baggage, and gaining clarity from the spirit world, you can open up new possibilities and live a more aligned, fulfilling life.

Have you ever experienced an energy block or tried working with a psychic medium? Let us know in the comments!

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lgteamoutreach · 2 months ago

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7 Empowering Ways Women Over 50 Can Transform Their Lives

Women over 50 are often at a pivotal stage in their lives, where opportunities for personal growth, career advancement, and enriched relationships abound. This age can be a vibrant chapter full of new experiences and opportunities. Whether you're looking to reinvent yourself, embrace new challenges, or simply enhance your well-being, here are seven empowering ways women over 50 can transform their lives.

1. Prioritize Health and Wellness

As we age, maintaining health and wellness becomes increasingly important. Women over 50 can benefit from regular physical activity, a balanced diet, and routine health check-ups. Incorporating exercises like yoga or strength training can help improve flexibility, muscle strength, and overall energy levels. Additionally, focusing on mental health through mindfulness practices and stress management techniques can enhance emotional well-being. Remember, investing in your health is investing in your future.

2. Embrace Lifelong Learning

Learning doesn’t stop at any age. Engaging in lifelong learning can be incredibly fulfilling and can open doors to new interests and skills. Consider enrolling in a course, whether it’s a new language, a creative hobby, or a professional certification. Many institutions offer online classes that cater to various interests and schedules. Lifelong learning keeps your mind active and can provide a sense of accomplishment and personal growth.

3. Explore New Career Opportunities

Women over 50 often have a wealth of experience and skills that can be leveraged in new and exciting ways. This might be the perfect time to explore new career opportunities, whether it’s starting a business, transitioning to a different industry, or taking on a consultancy role. Networking and professional development are key to discovering and pursuing these opportunities. Don’t hesitate to seek out career counseling or mentorship to navigate this transition successfully.

4. Cultivate Meaningful Relationships

Building and maintaining meaningful relationships can greatly enhance your quality of life. At this stage, it’s important to surround yourself with positive influences and connect with people who share your interests and values. Engage in social activities, join clubs or groups, and foster relationships with family and friends. Meaningful connections can provide emotional support, companionship, and joy, contributing to overall happiness and fulfillment.

5. Focus on Financial Wellness

Financial stability is crucial for peace of mind and future security. Women over 50 should take the time to review their financial situation, including retirement savings, investments, and budgeting. Consider working with a financial advisor to create a plan that aligns with your long-term goals. Understanding your financial options and planning accordingly can help you feel more secure and confident about your financial future.

6. Rediscover Passions and Hobbies

This is a great time to revisit old hobbies or discover new passions. Engaging in activities you love can provide a sense of purpose and joy. Whether it’s painting, gardening, traveling, or volunteering, find what makes you happy and make time for it. Rediscovering your passions can be a powerful way to enhance your life and maintain a positive outlook.

7. Prioritize Self-Care and Personal Growth

Self-care is essential for maintaining a balanced and fulfilling life. Take time for yourself and engage in activities that nurture your physical, emotional, and mental well-being. This could include practices like meditation, journaling, or simply enjoying quiet time. Additionally, focus on personal growth by setting goals, embracing new challenges, and reflecting on your achievements. Personal growth keeps you motivated and helps you continue evolving as a person.

Conclusion

Women over 50 have a wealth of experience, wisdom, and potential. By prioritizing health and wellness, embracing lifelong learning, exploring new career opportunities, cultivating meaningful relationships, focusing on financial wellness, rediscovering passions, and prioritizing self-care, you can transform this stage of life into one of empowerment and fulfillment. Embrace these strategies and embark on a journey of self-discovery and growth, making the most of the vibrant and exciting opportunities that lie ahead.

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