#parience

[meowlol]

hello everyone!!! Have I tried to make my own version of the soul of patience?? this is the syn of the pronoun she/her, tell me whether to develop it further?

[thetoebee]

THANK YOU FOR PLAYING.

[likeadevils]

In preparation for ttpd release, I started to listen to your playlist of Taylor's songs in writing order and I love it so far! It really gives me an entirely new way of looking at the songs and the connections between them, so big thank you for your work on it!

I just have a few questions that I'd like to know as I'm listening (I'm on early fearless rn):

how did you order tracks that don't have a clear order? (iirc, a lot of the late albums we don't really know besides some earlier/later tracks). Is it based on vibes, or just completely arbitrary?

Also, how did you deal with songs that some time to write (like Innocent taking a few months, or her coming back to finish change after winning her first big award)? Is it the beginning date, or finishing it, or maybe somewhere in the middle?

Thanks a lot in advance <3

songs that took a while to write: i’ll put the all dates i know she worked on it— like, begin again is in there twice, because i’m fairly confident in both dates, but change is only when she finished it, because i have no idea when she started it. i also don’t put the same song over and over in a row (like all too well is only in there once even though we know of at least three drafts, because it would just be listening to the same song over and over). with innocent specifically, i took the six months quote as it taking her six months to get in the headspace to write it, not like she was picking it up and putting it down, so i only put it in once.

songs that i don’t know the order of: short answer, i put my best guess. it’s normally easier to figure out when she recorded a song, or at least what songs she recorded around the same time, so like, a lot of lover is just broken up by producer/studio credits (though i am fairly confident about the back half).

and then with folklore and evermore, it’s much easier to figure out the order than the dates— every artist has a different way they answer “tell me what it was like making this song” and aaron’s go to is “it was right before this song and right after this other song” which is so helpful— so like, folklore especially, i’m pretty confident that that’s the general order of stuff, even though i only really know cardigans date.

but, here are the stretches i’m not super confident about

* a lot of the first half of speak now is speculative, but not really in long stretches? but haunted, foolish one, superman, last kiss, timeless, and never grow up can all easily jump around the year (though, i’d put money on never grow up being written in early september 2009. not a lot of money, but like, still money. like $5). and then like, the speak now vault tracks in general are speculative, she did like no promo for it so who knows)

* wildest dreams-wonderland: all of these songs were recorded in october/november 2013, but we don’t know the exact order (wildest dreams is first because selena gomez said she was there when it was written and her schedule just doesn’t align with taylor’s that fall meaning it was almost definitely written before going into the studio, blank space was likely written in late october based on candids matching behind the scenes studio stuff, the last three are just alphabetical order)

* look what you made me do-this is why we can’t have nice things: this is mostly just based on how long her hair was in the making of a songs

* cruel summer-soon you’ll get better: cruel summer is early cause she said she was just jamming with jack and annie and the song kinda fell into their laps, and that sounds like she wasn’t intensely writing so i put it early. she teased daylight lyrics somewhere in the summer i believe so i put that pretty early, but aside from that like. these probably weren’t even recorded in a block they could literally be wherever

* i forgot that you existed-all of the girls: same proudcers, she said she started working intensely on the album right after tour ended and idk what else she was recording in november, so like. all recorded at the same time, guessing that it’s pretty early in the recording process, but that exact order of the tracks can change, as well as where they fall in the album development too. but i’m like 85% sure they were all recorded in the same week or so

* august-mirrorball: most of the jack stuff was done before aaron came in, but idk the exact order of these specific ones

* invisible string-betty: mostly circumstancial— like, epiphany is the first track taylor brought to aaron instead of the other way around, so i put it towards the end, stuff like that

* gold rush-no body no crime: all recorded in late september, but written beforehand, no idea in what order

* maroon-dear reader(/question-you’re losing me): again, all recorded within like a month of each other, no idea in what order besides question probably being in late november and youre losing me on december 5

* lavander haze-karma: pretty sure they were all written in early 2022, not totally sure in what order, beyond bigger than the whole sky being in march, snow on the beach probably being in april, and karma probably being last

[infintyonhigh]

getting ready to listen to cowboy carter

[zeroaddzero]

can't stop thinking about how crazy it would have been to see Bruce live in 1988. Less than a week before this concert he's confirmed the rumor that he's divorcing his wife. It's all over the tabloids. Then you see him practically fucking his gorgeous backup singer on stage during the most sizzling performance of Brilliant Disguise ever.

wish i was alive then to hear the gossip from the french girls in the audience. you can even hear them laugh as he sings "I play the faithful man"

[tasto777]

I've tried to get ideas for an analysis of a poem from chat gpt and it was messing up the poem. It said it knew it but was citing something completely different and even after i gave it the first couple of cerses it kept continuing different pomes from there and it was so weird. And after i typed in the whole thing to have it do something with it, it kept insisting its called something else even though i checked that back and its just wrong. How can ut be wrong about the fucking title of a poem and how can it fucking continue different poems once i gave it the beginning. Thats not how poems work

[prettygoododds]

Thanks @rimeswithpurple for the tag

**warning: second blurb is for adult only**

It’s a Catastrophic Blues week so we’ll start with a blurb from the upcoming chapter :

“I think it would do you both some good,” Fiona says, and for the first time in my life I know she’s being earnest.

And she’s bloody right, damn her.

Maybe we can close some doors in this abandoned house of ours.

“I’ll – I’ll wait outside.” I tell them.

“Bollocks,” Fiona says, grabbing me by my shirt sleeve and pulling me further into her flat. “You’re going to sit here with Aunty Fi and Uncle Nico and we’re going to make awkward conversation like the family we almost were.”

And since I’m still knee deep in a spicy scene for Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin:

“Simon,” I plead.

“Parience, babe.” he says as he continues his descent.

My cock jumps and hits him in the chin. I throw my arms over my eyes to shield me from another embarrassing moment. Honestly, quick bathroom handies with a random club guy are a lot less work than this.

“Do you like that sweetheart?” He asks and my cock betrays me again.

“I’m begging you to stop. He’s never been called such nice names and it’s going to his…head.”

I don’t know if that will stay, but I got a good chuckle as I typed it.

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[allisluv]

OMGG CONGRATULATIONS FOR 300 I'M LITERALLY SO HAPPY FOR YOU, YOU DESERVE IT SMMM YOU'RE LITERALLY MY FAVORITE WRITER!!!

🎸 here, with a need for a 🫶, bi girlie, so if you can, find me a guy and a gal

I have the most basic looks, brown eyes and hair, tan, 163 sm, big thighs and a belly, 57 kg, braces. I can't go out without eye liner, this is the only makeup I can't go without.

For music taste I'm vibing to Deftones, Linkin park, my chemical romance, Fallout boy, Chase Atlantic, blink-182, korn, flyleaf, Nirvana, sex pistols, tv girl, Evanescence, Royal blood, slipknot, green day, muse and Arctic Monkeys, partly listening to Madison beer, the pretty reckless, the warning, Halsey mother mother and my faves are Måneskin, Marina and Paramore.

My obsession as a kid was writing poetry (about my elementary situationship that's still going on years after) and now I'm writing songs. For a partner I really need humor, loyalty and parience, and I'm not really into weird or humiliation and pain kinks, I'm getting triggered by them. I have huge love for pretty eyes, at that situationship I mentioned there were moments where I just got to the guy and stared into his eyes lol ( I swear he didn't find it weird I swear😭😭). My fav shows are HIMYM, friends and the first 3 seasons of Gilmore Girls.

My style is like punkish downtown girl. I live in a beach city, so from when I was younger I haven't left the beach, it helps me calm down when I'm jumping to the waves and let them hit me. I have an obsession with sunsets and sunrises, and in Bulgaria (I don't know if it's that popular in other countries) we have a tradition to celebrate July Morning (go to the beach and watch the sunrise on 1st of July). When I was in elementary I bought a mermaid tail from Amazon.

I have black cat energy around most people, but with with my situationship guy I turn into an orange one (and I hate myself for it). I love biology, especially marine and human ones. I can't decide if I wanna be a marine biologist or a gynecologist. I'm the most hopeless romantic person you can find.

When I was a kid with my mom we always rescued sick stray animals and orphaned baby ones and found them a new home (let's just say my dad wasn't very happy). My fav animals are sharks and bats, my fav colors are navy, dark red and any aquatic colors. My favorite places in my hometown are the beach (obvi) and the dolphinarium. I'm a swimmer and love going to the gym, literally the only sports I like.

Again, I'm so happy for you, hope you reach 400 followers soon!💗

-🎸

thank you for your kind words anon, they mean a lot to me <3. i may be very biased but i definitely think you'd work with finnick o'dair or annie cresta. i think they both have the qualities you're looking for in a partner and the fact that you're both swimmers and sunset lovers is an added bonus <3

[multifandom-worlds]

My fluff prompt request for Loki: "I can't sleep without your snoring". My pronouns are she/her. I want my name used again.

Home At Last

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 968

Warnings: N/A

Authors Note: Thank you for your parience, sweetheart. I greatly appreciate it! I know it's short but I do hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @simplyholl @holdmytesseract @sarahscribbles @lokiprompts @dryyoursaltyoceantears @kinky-faerie @buttercupcookies-blog

Loki had been away from Eleni for way longer than he was happy with. He hated being away from her but hated sleeping without her even more. He grew so accustomed to her presence in the bed, the warmth and reassurance she provided him, and her light snoring. He never realized how much her snoring lulled him off to sleep and kept him asleep until he was no longer with her. 

He walks through the door with the rest of the team, worn out and desperately in need of a shower and sleep. Walking up to their room, Loki was on the hunt for her - even if it was the middle of the day, he was going to drag her to bed with him so he could have the first good sleep he’s had in as many moons. But first, he had to wash off all the dirt, blood and other detritus from his body. 

The hot water felt incredible on his sore joint; he wanted to remain under it for hours but knew Stark would not be pleased to receive that water bill. He reluctantly stepped out, towelling himself dry before changing clothes and venturing back into the bedroom. Eleni still wasn’t there, so he searched for her. He checked her usual spots; only she wasn’t there either. He went to head back up, discouraged that he had never found his beloved when he bumped into her on the stairs. 

“There you are, my sweetest. I was wondering where you were.” Loki says, taking her by the hand and heading her back in the direction she came. “You are coming with me, and we are going to bed.” 

Eleni looks at him, confusion shown in her eyes. “Why..? It’s the middle of the day, Loki, and you just returned.” 

He shakes his head with a faint chuckle before answering her question. “Precisely, I just returned. I have not had a restful night since we departed. The others have all gone to rest now; the only difference is I have a partner. Now come.” His tone left Eleni no place to argue - nor did she want to. She was not about to admit it, but she needed this as much as he did. It was hard for her. Him been gone for as long as he was.

They made it to the bedroom, and when Loki was at the foot of the bed, he fell forward, landing face-first into the soft pillows. A low, pained groan escapes his lips as he slowly relaxes into the soft bed. A worried frown slowly draws across her lips, seeing her partner in pain. Nothing hurts him. In all their years together, he's never really been in pain. Eleni carefully sits on the side of the bed, resting her hand on his back. 

"If you feel like it, I could use a back massage," Loki spoke, looking in her direction. She considers his veiled request for a moment or two before standing up again and kneeling on the bed, digging the palm of her hands into the muscular planes of his back. Low groans escaped his lips, followed by a soft hiss when she hit a particularly tight knot in his shoulders and upper back. She diligently works through the knots in his shoulders before moving down his back, open hand massaging the straining muscles, feeling Loki relax more and more beneath her touch. 

“You, my dearest girl, have magical hands.” Loki praises, rolling over and pulling Eleni down on top of him. She yelps at the sudden change of position before quickly settling down, resting her head on his chest and listening to the slow, rhythmic beat of his heart in his chest. He locks his fingers behind her back, holding her close, savouring the feeling of her being back in his arms. She wasn’t sure if it was the beat of his heart or the warmth resonating off his body or if it was the fact she was a lot more exhausted than she realized, but she ended up falling asleep anyways.

Hours later, she awoke again, still wrapped securely in Loki’s arms with a blanket covering their bodies. She let out a contented sigh, happy to watch his sleeping face when his eyes fluttered open, a warm smile on his lips. “It was only a few hours, but that was the best sleep I have had in months, my darling,” Loki says, his voice still saturated with sleep. His sleepy voice, so deep and husky as it was, never ceased to make Eleni’s heart jump and the butterflies in her stomach take flight. 

She meets his eyes curiously; she doubted how they were sleeping would provide much comfort. “Why’s that?” She questions, to which Loki responds with a faint chuckle. “I cannot sleep well without your snoring, my dearest. The sound of you snoring is like an ancient lullaby to my ears. No other sound in all the realms can sleep as effectively as you. It took me being away from you for so long to realize it.”

Eleni wrinkles her nose in protest; she refuses to accept that she snores, and even if she does, there is no way a god could like it. “No way, I don’t snore!” she says defensively, to which Loki only laughs again. “Yes, you do, my love, and it’s my favourite sound in all the realms. Deny as much as you wish, but you will never take away the fact it is the thing that helps me sleep.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss on her nose. 

She grumbled an incoherent sentence before giving in, for she knew there was no point arguing with her lover. “Whatever you say, Loki. But for the record, you snore too! It’s not just me!”

[fanworldbuildingfun]

It’s Oddysey time now Not going to lie, Valhalla may have tested my parience, but Odyssey made me drop it at early stages... Thrice

Were it not for Isu moments, you won’t be able to tell this is an Assassin’s Creed game. I mean. It’s a good one. But it’s standing aside of the overall franchise

Valhalla at least had a tie-in in form of Hidden Ones. Odyssey so far gets nothing like that (granted, I’m something like a quarter in? And mostly using the game as exploration haunt, rather than for plot)

Still. It stings. Just a bit. I may or may not be a bit too attached to the Hidden Ones. Origins may have that kind of effect on psyche. Like getting you overly attached to a character and their agenda

Point is - I’m not feeling this kind of connection to Kassandra. She’s fun, but the lack of, so to say, allegiance? It’s not my thing. I like having a fraction. I guess you can say that Adrestia and the crew are Kassandra’s fraction? But it’s not quite the same. Nor is her her hunt for Cult of Kosmos

I’m hoping it will get better further on. Maybe when we track down Myrrine? 

Speaking of Kosmos. One thing I did like, were interactions between Kassandra and Deimos/Alexious. To this point, they came across as the most personal to me? In a way most other relationships (romantic or platonic) didn’t. Of course, it may be my love for “villain wants to keep hero” tropes rearing its ever-present head. Still, I’m all here for it

(And oh. It’s probably going to be even worse in Fate of Atlantis, if the spoilers I’ve seen are anything to go by)

[nomaishuttle]

YOU are so correct genuinely Gwen and Peter need 2 be fucking groveling in the next movie like. They did the worst thing they could ever do to Miles and had No intention of telling him until he found out himself

LITERALLY LIKE. IDC IF THEY WERENT ALLOWED I TRULY DONT. I GET LIKE. GWEN WAS SCARED OF BEING KICED OUT BUT TBQH DONT CARE DIDNT ASK. AND IM EVEN MORE MAD AT PETER B BC ITS IMPLIED HES BEEN THERE FOR LIKE AGES AND POTENTIALLY HELPED FOUND IT(? since he was there when miguels stolen universe was destroyed) SO ITS LIKE. WHYRE YOU RPETENDING YOU HAD NO SAY IN THIS GIRL!! not to mention them being like. oh eemmm yeah we knew he felt this way abt you... but uhmm we didnt think hed be so mean!! not to drag my old friends when they apologized ages ago but its sooo my friends to me in 9th grade. fuck offf literally fuck off. how dare they get pissy with miles for literally wanting to see his best friends. AND HOW DARE GWEN LIEEE WHY WOULD YOU LIE. WHY WOULD YOU NOT SAY ok miles im gonna level with you the guy running it is kind of stuck up and stubborn and blames you for a lot of dumb shit. WHY WOULD YOU NOT. LIKE THATS STILL HURTFUL BUT ITS NOT LIKE. being told its a small elite strikeforce and walking in to find out that literally every other ffucking spiderman is there. im ngl i think id literally kill somebody miles has the parience of a literal ANGEL bc i wouldve walked out n been like nah fuck you guys. i wouldve been burning the sketchbook with rhe drwwings of gwen id be Over it !!!

[ihavenoname1967]

I love rhis sort of stuff. The parience needed to set it all up.

[zoyalannister]

It's very annoying, you'll never see people say Matthew fell in love with Cordelia because he had a crush on Alastair, they just go to hate on Gabriel either with that or the age gap, saw a post saying he used her when she was in a vulnerable position, which never happened

Exactly, or that Matt used to like Lucie because he actually had a crush on James (which, by the way, makes more sense than him falling for Cordelia).

I read that post too and I blocked the OP because lately I have zero parience for stupidity, but it’s hilarious because in the tags they admit they mixed up Gabriel and Gideon and if you reread it keeping this in mind it’s so obvious OP is talking about Gideon: Gabriel has been never recognized as an adult by the Clave, but Gideon does.

Also if Cassandra Clare was coherent with the historical setting and didn’t pick up Victorian London just for the ✨️aesthetic✨️, the characters wouldn’t be considered adults until 21 years of age and not 18 like in modenr days.

[girldigital]

permanently altered

I randomly got the urge to get a back tattoo today...

I won't do it, obviously, but if I did I think I would get a Falak. A snake from The One Thousand and One Nights Tales who is able to destroy everything but doesn't do so out of fear for Allah (or for me: my mother!)

I was initially thinking about having it in a circle in the middle of my back, maybe as an Ouroboros but I'm unsure if that's not a little too overdone.

Then, either inside or around it, I'd want a quote in Arabic from the Rumi poem that made me cry today: "On Patience"

“I’ve said before that every craftsman searches for what’s not there to practice his craft.

A builder looks for the rotten hole where the roof caved in. A water carrier picks the empty pot. A carpenter stops at the house with no door.

Workers rush toward some hint of emptiness, which they then start to fill. Their hope, though, is for emptiness, so don’t think you must avoid it. It contains what you need! Dear soul, if you were not friends with the vast nothing inside, why would you always be casting your net into it, and waiting so patiently?

This invisible ocean has given you such abundance, but still you call it “death,” that which provides you sustenance and work.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

This is how strange your fear of death and emptiness is, and how perverse the attachment to what you want.

Now that you’ve heard me on your misapprehensions, dear friend, listen to Attar’s story on the same subject.

He strung the pearls of this about King Mahmud, how among the spoils of his Indian campaign there was a Hindu boy, whom he adopted as a son. He educated and provided royally for the boy and later made him vice-regent, seated on a gold throne beside himself.

One day he found the young man weeping. “Why are you crying? You’re the companion of an emperor! The entire nation is ranged out before you like stars that you can command!”

The young man replied, “I am remembering my mother and my father, and how they scared me as a child with threats of you! ‘Uh-oh he’s headed for King Mahmud’s court! Nothing could be more hellish!’ Where are they now when they should see me sitting here?”

This incident is about your fear of changing. You are the Hindu boy. Mahmud, which means, Praise to the End, is the spirit’s poverty, or emptiness.

The mother and father are your attachment to beliefs and bloodties and desires and comforting habits.

Don’t listen to them! They seem to protect, but they imprison.

They are your worst enemies. They make you afraid of living in emptiness.

Some day you’ll weep tears of delight in the court, remembering your mistaken parents! Know that you body nurtures the spirit, helps it grow, and then gives it wrong advice.

The body becomes, eventually, like a vest of chainmail in peaceful years, too hot in summer and too cold in winter.

But the body’s desires, in another way, are like an unpredictable associate, whom you must be patient with. And that companion is helpful, because parience expands your capacity to love and feel peace.

The patience of a rose close to a thorn keeps it fragrant. It’s patience that gives milk to the male camel still nursing in its third year, and patience is what the prophets show to us.

The beauty of careful sewing on a shirt is the patience it contains.

Friendship and loyalty have patience as the strenght of their connections.

Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates that you haven't been patient.

Be with those who mix with God as honey blends with milk, and say,

“Anything that comes and goes, rises and sets, is not what I love.”

Live in the one who created the prophets, else you’ll be like a caravan fire left to flare itself out alone beside the road”

[jethroq]

the olfactory system is connected to pain receptors. if someone stinks really bad, that actually hurts people. it is painful to be in close proximity to them. people who work in care and cleaning get paid extra to deal with human bodily waste, and sweat is also bodily waste.

some disabled people have involuntary violent spells. it is not ableism to not want to be punched. it’s also not ableist to not want to hear someone scream obscenities or get in your face with delusions. most people are not trained to deal with people acting like that. sure, it would be better if everyone had the parience of a special needs social worker, but it is not unreasonable to not want to be exposed to extreme symptoms.

[nemovanilla]

IT IS TAKING ALL OF MY WILLPOWER TO NOT CLICK ON TSATS SPOILERS. I NEED MONEY SO I CAN GET IT. OR THE PARIENCE TO WADE THROUGH PIRACY SITES TO FIND IT. WILL IT EVEN BE UP YET. HELP. JSKALSLDKDKFKFNKFKF