#slow down sunday

[musictyme]

Added tag

#Slow Down Sunday

#Spotify Playlist

Mix #1

1. Billy Paul - Me and Mrs. Jones

2. Sade - Your Love Is King

3. Ella Mai - This Is

4. Luke James - These Arms

5. Musiq Soulchild- Halfcrazy

6. SZA- Snooze

7. Victoria Monet- Smoke ft Lucky Daye

8. J. Holiday - Laa Laa

9. Joe- Majic

10. Ambre - Im Baby ft Jvck James

11. Usher- Superstar

12. Brandy -I Wanna Be Down

13. Janet Jackson- Thats The Way Love Goes

14. Jahiem- Anything

15. Faith Evans- You Own Me

16. New Edition- Boys To Men

17. Terrace Martin- Hey You! ft. Preston

[2ndtimestyle]

Let's Slow Down Sunday

This year, on Sundays, I'll be taking some time to relax, read, or venture out into nature. This Sunday, I'm reading a sample of the ebook The Truth About Clutter: 9 Truths That Will Empower You to Let Go and Live Free by Erica Layne.

Here's why! I'm on a journey to uncover my emotional attachments to things and clutter. I live a simplified life generally, but I do see, and most importantly, feel the need for improvement. So, every week, I'll make progress in this area with a new reading tool, organizational ideas and putting these ideas into practice to help me create the closet and capsule wardrobe I feel like I have been called to create.

I'll keep notes on my progress and share them here on Sundays!

[tblsomedoodles]

The Preferable Alternative- Part 4

Start - previous - next

I really should slow down. But this was a pretty easy update and i had the day off.

In other news, i'm going to go make a masterpost now. I think 4 parts is enough to warrant one

: )

[catboybiologist]

Tgirl Tummy Tuesday, One Year on Tumblr, and Ten Thousand (!!!) followers

What the fuck, y'all.

So the stars aligned, and I hit 10k followers on exactly my 365th day of this blog existing, sometimes while I was sleeping. I'd like to say I don't care about the follower count, and its stupid and vain, but..... Idk. Tumblr has been great for me, and I have to say that honestly.

I was already planning on starting HRT when I joined tumblr, so I'm not gonna say that Tumblr transed my gender or cracked my egg.

But tumblr did let me decide on, and test, my name.

Tumblr turned social transition from an insurmountable barrier in my mind, to something that I'm actively planning to do over the next few weeks to months.

Tumblr did give me the confidence and the fire to openly love myself and my body, and not feel like it was guilty, indulgent vanity. Or more accurately, make me feel like indulgent vanity wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Maybe I don't care about 10k followers (well, something about the "neatness" of exactly 10k in exactly 1 year appeals to me), but having a community online that I can freely and regularly interact with has been incredible in so many ways, and maybe 10k is as good a time as any to say it. So thank you.

Is this sappy? Dramatic? Vain? Shallow? Terminally online? Giving a fucking award speech style post for being literally just a tumblr shitposter and having an inflated ego about it? Yeah. But fuck you, I ramble, its what I do, no YOU shut up.

Anyways. I'm just gonna slap tags here before I get dumb and all overinflated ego about it again. shush.

@glowingemberz @whalesharkcat @godless-of-the-hunt

@xenasaur @lilithtransrights

@anarqueeen @eruditegeek @sagasolejma @puzzlecatt @k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl @serotoninswitch

And so, so many others, I'm so sorry if I forgot a tag

[ofbakerst]

[steveinscarlet]

Currently watching this gig on YouTube so everyone gets to see this choice moment again

[sketchy-tour]

Happy Easter if yall celebrate it!!!!! Otherwise I hope yall have an absolutely fantastic Sunday!!!!

Aaaa I feel like I'm not as chatty as I once was on here. Been a bit all over the place! Also feel silly making a ton of text posts with no art so I try and limit how often I blab on here.

But just know I still appreciate all of you who follow and like my art! Every bit of interaction I still see and it still baffles me to see such kind words. It means the absolute world to me!!!! 💖💖🌻

[mer-se]

at golden/blue hour the other day 🌕🍂

[luthienmpl]

Good morning beautiful people, it is Wandee day 🌞🩻🥊🍆

[musictyme]

Slow Down Sunday Playlist Vol. 4

King George ft CharMeka Joquelle- Grown Man

Lebrado- I'm Missing You Babe

The Temptations- Stay

Mary J. Blige - Be Without You

SWV - Right Here ( Human Nature Mix )

Ari Lennox- BMO

SIR - Nothing Even Matters

Masego, Tiffany Gouche - Queen Tings

Xavier Omar - Blind Man

Jazemine Sullivan- Pick Up Your Feelings

Tweet- Neva Felt This Way

Vivian Green- Get Right Back To My Baby

LeToya Luckett- Feeling

Teairra Mari- Take Me Out

Mint Condition- Breakin My Heart ( Pretty Brown Eyes )

[killieweegie]

Good morning Sunday ☕️

[knighteclipsed]

echoing with the clamor.

a drabble: following round 2 of boel this year. word count: 492 words

// cw: kinda visceral description of injury just the once.

He had chosen to fall with grace.

Though defeat was always bitter, it was better to choose it than to have it forced upon you. The little deer had been strong—that much he recognized—and if the stakes were naught more than a mock battle, the only thing on the line was his reputation: so he would maintain it, even at the cost of this battle.

Tch. (Though he very much would’ve liked to have won.) Even now, he still feels the lingering cold numbness, the sting of an axe not once, but twice. He’d traveled far into Gronder to get to that battle too—to think that so much of his blood would remain here–

No matter. (No matter.)

He breathes, a spiteful, agonizing thing; wound opens on inhales, bleeding—then it tightens on exhale, earning a mite of a cough. Beneath it, there is a quiet rage, boiling and bubbling like magma. (At the very minimum, there was no one around to watch him—to witness his retreat: this momentary weakness of his.) He had sheer will enough to avoid shattering into pieces, but only just so. At any point now, his strength could (and would) give way—the objective was to maintain composure until he could fall apart reasonably.

(What a sour goal that was.)

Last year, it had been raining—a dark, soaking mess of battle that obscured his wings until a little Deer boy had shot him down. Even now, a year later, he could recall where that fight was; point it out on the field and remember clearly just what it had been like. A year later, his fight had raged further, undamped by the autumn rains, but even still, he was forced to retreat—by the hand of another prey animal, no less. (So what if it was a collaborative effort—that is nothing to a hunter; a predator; a killer.)

But all the same, he had chosen defeat. (Because it is better chosen than forced.)

Another exhale, weary, and he imagines he’s drawn near enough to the medical tents at this point—within the next minute or so, they’d enter view. Until then, he had naught but to keep moving.

Not entirely terrible advice. So long as he kept moving, growing, fighting—he might one day be satisfied. (Not that he was the type to ever be.)

This year, the skies are clear, echoing with the clamor of battle, a frequency akin to his soul’s—it was his element to remain, to fight on as he desired. All the same, he has the sense not to—metals and minerals dull over time, and to remain of finer quality, they require maintenance and care. It was in Valter’s best interests to maintain his sharpness and luster.

Just keep moving. (And fight the desire to rend the earth in two.) These emotions would pass no doubt—some of them, at least—given enough time. Then, it would all be manageable; he just needed time.

And rest. (Damn, he was broken.)

[faithfulcat111]

Stonathan Sundays

I'm thinking of this as a spiritual predecessor to one of my Stonathan week fics in which you'll learn more about just why Jonathan hates the dark. Till then, enjoy this on-the-spot Stonathan Sunday ficlet! @stonathanweek

"I'm not a big fan of the dark."

Steve looked up from where he was trying to piece together the map that Dustin had given him before he headed out on patrol. Jonathan sat on the other side of said map, looking blankly through the slats of the boarded over window beside them. The little shack of a house that the two had found themselves taking shelter in was long abandoned like most of the area around Hawkins, but you could still see the glowing red sky above what was formerly town center. It was growing and none of them were certain how much longer their rag-tag group could hold back the worst of the things crawling out of the cracks before they had to evacuate like most of the town already had.

"I don't think any of us are. Even with that thing lighting the sky every night," Steve gestured towards the glowing sky, trying to smile through dirt and muck he knew he was covered in. Their patrol had been a bit of a mess, and they might have been a bit lost, hence the taking shelter in the abandoned shack.

"No, I mean," Steve didn't think it was possible for Jonathan to sound frustrated like that, not after finally getting to know the guy, but he clearly was as he turned away from the window. "I mean from before all this. I hate it. Literally will go into a panic attack because of the dark or being closed in. And I'm telling you this because I know I'm already close to one. And I don't want to deal with that and you don't want to deal with that, so I'm letting you know." He finished off that little ramble with a shrug.

Steve frowned. It was hard for him to read Jonathan's face with the shadows growing across the room, but that ever-present stoicism plastered onto Jonathan's face and voice was undercut with a hint of growing fear. Steve looked around the room, spotting the pile he had seen of old yellow books and newspapers that had been left behind. "Okay, then we'll make it not dark anymore," he said, getting up to grab the first few pieces off the pile before walking over to the old wood stove in the corner. "Do you know how to light one of these?"

There is a hitch in Jonathan's breathing and Steve hears him move closer more than sees him, "Yes, but we need more than just that to get it going."

It took some scavenging, mainly done by Steve, to find some kindling and wood to add to the newspaper, but he looked over at Jonathan when he could, watching the soft glow of the fire that was growing light up his features as he used the lighter he always carried to help get it going. When Jonathan finally deemed it enough, Steve sat back down next to him, watching his face as Jonathan's eyes were trained on the fire before them.

There was something warm and strong in the air that didn't come from the growing heat. Something that Steve realized came from this thing between him and Jonathan. Steve couldn't pinpoint when it started, if it was new or he'd been oblivious to its existance all the way back to that day three years ago when Jonathan punched some sense into him and then saved his life causing Steve to do the same. But he knew that he definitely noticed it now that the two were stuck in such close proximity all of the time. To the point that Steve wanted to choose Jonathan as his patrol partner rather than the girls and be around him more. Have him shyly grab his hand again and maybe more.

"Is that better?" Steve congratulated himself when Jonathan didn't startle from his voice. He so easily did and was so naturally quiet.

But he didn't this time. Jonathan turned to Steve, a slight smile on his face as it glowed red in the firelight. "Yes," he quietly murmured before shifting, surprising Steve as he leaned into his side. Steve couldn't suppress his grin any longer, feeling it spread across his own face as he moved his arm around Jonathan to pull him in closer. "It's perfect."

[eurekavalley]

tarot mini-mix

[rystiel]

ruby feels like a bit of a mix of rose and amy 👀

[hythlodaes]

deadass thought i was gonna get pulled over this morning x.x