#this is literally what I’ve been trying to say for years

[eothemagnificent]

Ditto on the getting spooked off by the fearmongering, it literally took multiple years (and a lot of patience on his part) for me to figure out how to have a conversation with Odin without getting too intimidated by His Reputation to hear him over my own anxiety—this despite the fact that in retrospect, I had felt a draw to a lot of Odin-adjacent things ever since I was a kid. And even once I did start taking to him, many of our interactions have had the feeling of someone trying to socialize a feral cat (though that’s also due in part to some personal trauma I was trying to work through at the time).

But despite everything I’d heard, he’s never done anything like make things harder for me on purpose, let alone as some sort of test. We had One fight a few years back, after he’d crossed what I hadn’t actually *said* was a boundary (partly because I didn’t realize it would even come up)—and once I made that boundary explicit, he’s fully respected it ever since. Other than that one (1) time, most of my experiences with him have just been… him offering support and guidance, as I’ve been going through Some Shit. Even when he’s taken me to task on some of my more self-destructive tendencies, he’s never been needlessly harsh or combative.

I definitely won’t say that he Never tests people—largely because I just don’t want to speak for anyone else, but also because he *is* a teacher, and sometimes the most effective way to get a difficult lesson across is to let the student fuck up in a controlled setting. But not everyone needs to be taught that kind of lesson, or would respond well to it, so why do it when it isn’t helpful or necessary?

Idk, I’m kinda just rambling here. I just don’t get how someone would look at the same Old Man who's talked me down from panic attacks and sat with me through the worst parts of med withdrawals… and somehow come to the conclusion that he's someone who must be Approached With Caution Lest He Ruin Your Life. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Like, yeah he Could fuck up someone’s life, but… why would he bother? Why would he Want to? Why is the default assumption that *the allfather* doesn’t give a shit about you or your well-being?

I love the most recent ask on vikings-til-valhalla’s account. I’m telling my impressions separately because they’re rather about the ask than the response, which is quite personal. I quite like this person’s ask, and I agree wholeheartedly with their point. I’ve never been a fan of the idea that Óðinn is a hard-loving deity who will throw hardships at you just to “test” you. My experience has never showed anything remotely similar. Hardships happen but they’re most likely not the doing of a deity, they’re simply a part of life. And I’ve experienced Óðinn as a deity who is loving and gentle, pretty much like a wise grandfather. While I know deities manifest themselves in different ways to different people, I feel like selling insistingly the idea that Óðinn will for some reason bombard you with tests to beat you down or whatever is not only far from reality, but it can also deter someone who is interested in working with him.

[anamericangirl]

One of the main justifications I’ve heard from pro-aborts over the years is that the fetus can’t feel pain. They’ve been using that as reasoning as to why the fetus isn’t a person.

But now that there is research suggesting babies can feel pain as early as the first trimester suddenly pro-aborts say whether or not they feel pain is “irrelevant.”

Like I know that was my argument all along. The only reason it’s ever brought up in these debates is because you, the pro-aborts, bring it up as an argument!

And it just proves how completely disingenuous every single argument they try to make is. Because their incorrect assumption on the absence of pain has been a major talking point of theirs they throw out all the time to try and prove the baby isn’t a person and abortion is ok because the baby “can’t feel pain.”

So now that there’s information out there showing they are wrong about yet another thing do they adjust their beliefs accordingly? Do they go “wow all this time I was convinced they couldn’t feel pain and that’s been one of my main arguments for abortion so maybe I need rethink some things or check out this information”? No. They don’t. They immediately dismiss it because since it doesn’t fit their narrative any longer it’s now “irrelevant information.”

Funny how that works isn’t it?

It just proves the justifications they use to try to argue that abortion is ok don’t even matter to them. They don’t even believe them. They’re just throwing out empty phrases they don’t even care about the accuracy of because all they are interested in is that at the end of the day the choice of killing a baby never goes away. They don’t care if all their information is inaccurate, they don’t care what the truth is, if the baby is a person, can feel pain, has rights, none of that matters to them. You can prove they are uneducated and shamefully ignorant on every aspect of the abortion debate all day long and they literally don’t care because knowing the truth isn’t what they’re interested in.

That’s why as soon as you prove them wrong on any of their own arguments suddenly that information doesn’t matter anymore and they’ll just move on to their next equally incorrect and ignorant argument until you prove that one wrong too because again, they aren’t actually giving you the reasons they believe abortion is ok. They’ve already decided killing babies is ok and they have to make up reason why it’s ok along the way.

And that is because people who are pro-abortion are only pro-abortion because they are uneducated. And they choose to be uneducated. Don’t ever take their arguments seriously because they don’t even take them seriously. All they care about is killing babies.

The more educated a person is on fetal development and human rights the more pro-life they will be.

[pepprs]

hi, everyone. i hope you all are doing well. i’ve been meaning and wanting to check in here for many months but i have also been too afraid to. but i want to do it now because im potentially at a turning point and i want you all (especially close friends and mutuals who i haven’t talked to in a long time) to know what’s going on because unfortunately i do not have the strength to reach out individually right now, as much as i desperately want to.

when i left this place a year ago my depression was extremely bad. i didn’t know how long i was going to be gone or whether i was leaving for good, but i knew i needed to make some changes in my life before i could be here healthily again. well… 2024 has been a year of IMMENSE change for me! a lot of it has been for the good. i made some progress in my life by moving out, and i’ve had a lot of joy and healing in (very slowly) building a home for myself and figuring out what kind of life i want to live and how i want to live it. (im learning how to drive! i have string lights and stuffed animals and a wii! i am capable of solo travel!)

but… a lot of the changes that have happened this year have been for the worse. in almost every respect 2024 has been one of the most difficult and painful years of my life (and that is saying something!). this year a couple of traumatic things have happened to me and around me, and it has been extremely hard to live my life despite and beyond them. i have been dealing with physical and mental health issues that have greatly impacted my quality of life and make it unbearably difficult for me to get through every day. i am constantly running on negative spoons. one of the most damaging outcomes of this is that i have almost completely withdrawn from society both online and off and that is not an exaggeration. ive stopped talking to all of my friends and family except for people i see every day at work. i impulsively isolate myself when im in pain / distress despite knowing both emotionally and logically that it makes literally everything worse and i don’t know how to (and often can’t muster the mental strength to) work through the shame and grief and anxiety to seek connection and support. and im struggling to take care of myself including physically and its having severe consequences in every aspect of my life and in the lives of people who care about me. i live alone and i still think that was the good and right choice for me to make, but i am profoundly and agonizingly lonely. my depression was extremely bad when i left here, but i think despite everything it might be even worse now.

all of this is to say: this week i finally decided i can’t suffer like this anymore, and i began the process of seeking a formal diagnosis for my depression and other mental health issues and exploring additional treatment beyond talk therapy (most likely meds but there may be other things too / instead; still at the very beginning stages of figuring it all out). i am extremely anxious about many dimensions of this but also hopeful that it will help me hurt less because when i tell you at this point my brain and heart physically ache from depression like 85% of every day…. lol. im really hoping that once i get my mental / emotional pain under control i’ll be able to start tending to the parts of my life that have withered while ive suffered and repair the damage of my neglect as best i can. (which is to say… if you’re my friend and you’re reading this please know i love you and i miss you terribly and i am so sorry we haven’t spoken and i am so sorry im telling you this in a tumblr post you may not even read instead of a reply or a call back. i still love you and i want you to know it is not you specifically i am ghosting, its everyone. i am trying to build the strength and im scared i can’t but i hope i can.)

that said… i have decided i am not going to be coming back to this blog. i miss this place and the community i felt connected to here, but the way i was using this website as a public diary was extremely unhealthy, and as much as i miss it and still crave the instant comfort/validation i see clearly now with months of distance how damaging it was. (i truly cannot believe i was oversharing like that lol i am so private now (yes due largely to mental illness but still!)) i am so grateful to everyone who reassured me when i was struggling and celebrated my successes. this was the first place, online or off, where i (misguidedly but it’s true!) could actually be honest and candid about things happening in my life and my reactions to them instead of communicating it all through metaphors in my art and poetry, and it truly mattered that i had that experience here so that i could seek out more spaces like it in my offline life. i know i already said thank you in a previous update but really… thank you. 💗🫂

im not planning on deleting this blog. i may come back here and share updates like this one from time to time, but otherwise i will leave it as it is. but… i do want to get back to using a few of my fandom-centered sideblogs because looking at and compiling art of things i like is a low-energy thing that makes me happy! so you may see activity there every once in a while (tbh during this hiatus i have opened tumblr from time to time to look at art and save a bunch of posts that i wanted to reblog eventually lol). but… if i notice myself slipping back into bad habits i may private the sideblogs or abandon them completely.

i don’t know how to end this post. actually wait yes i do. one of my all time favorite artists is anna-laura sullivan (@/annalaura_art on instagram) and this is one of my all time favorite drawings of hers (so much so that i made it my lock screen so i can look at it every day!). this saying has brought me a lot of comfort and i hope it (and her other art) will bring you comfort too if you’re also in a dark place.

one more thing: not to be kind of a freak but in writing this post i discovered a longer version of my goodbye post from last year in my drafts. i don’t remember why i didn’t post it and obviously it’s outdated now but i want to share the draft because i went into more detail about tumblr having been helpful for me specifically when it comes to my mutuals + info / disclaimers about how to reach me and i want you guys to hear that in my past self’s voice lol! i put it under the cut if you want to read it!

2023 tess said it best: i hope you know how much it’s meant to me to be in your company. thank you for sharing and thank you for listening. i love you. happy [almost] new year. be well. good luck. shine bright. until we meet again ☕️🐈🫂💗

[lolashifts]

SHIFTING ISN'T SPECIAL

please bare with me on this one bc it might be a bit longer than i expected (and excuse my very bad title-naming skills 😭)

in this essay i will try to put down in words exactly what i realised today as i started my first day into reprogramming my mind, something that i’m doing while following reya singh’s method. what is that?

shifting IS easy.

yes, i know everybody says it, but it’s the truth and i’m not telling you this as someone who shifts regularly to her drs, because i don’t (yet!). however, it did just click in my mind why people always say it and mean it. and i feel incredibly stupid for not understanding it waaay earlier than just now, 4 years into my journey.

now, let me walk you through the thought process behind this.

in reya’s 4-day method for reprogramming your mind, she instructs to write a list of your beliefs and non-beliefs. this may sound really silly and kinda useless at first - believe me, i woke up this morning thinking “what exactly am i supposed to do after that?” - but there’s a valid reason for it, which is to help you delete from your mind the idea that shifting is like a superpower that’s simply not for everyone and very hard to reach, when that is not the case at all!

in my own beliefs list, i’ve written “i am capable of shifting” right in between “i can speak english”, “i can write and read” and “i can eat --” (and some other things like “i can’t eat gluten”, bc i have celiac disease, “i can dream”, we all do! and “i can lucid dream”). you see where i’m going with this? i’m putting shifting in the same category as things we all normally do, that we sometimes don’t even think about doing since they’re such a natural activity. to this list i could add “i can breathe”, because we do it automatically, without even realising unless we focus on it. the same can be said for drinking or eating really, if you’re angry or thirsty you just go and get whatever pleases you the most and not dwell on it.

in the non-beliefs list, i’ve written obvious things like santa and the easter bunny (which isn’t common here in italy tbf but yeah) and sentences like “i can’t swim”, “i can’t draw”, “i can’t eat strawberries” and in between them also “i don’t fear shifting”. here, the point is that all these listed beliefs are stuff i know for a fact to be false: i can swim perfectly, i am an artist and i love strawberries + i’m not allergic to them or anything. by placing shifting there, i'm stating that just like i KNOW i can swim or whatever, i also KNOW i'm not scared of shifting.

you’re literally gaslighting your subconscious mind into believing what is real for a fact and what isn’t.

after writing down this list, which can be done on paper just like on your preferred device, i reread everything twice explaining to myself why i chose these things and why they are beliefs or not. that’s how i realised that shifting is easy. when people talk about it “clicking” they weren’t lying!

shifting isn’t special, this is what the list thing tries to prove you. it’s not special because, just like breathing and eating and reading, we do it subconsciously everyday. take your own first language: you speak it naturally without having to doubt it, and if you know a second language well enough like i know english for instance (my mother-tongue is italian) then you can even start talking to yourself and think in that language without having to search up translations.

what’s the difference with shifting then?

the difference is that shifting hasn’t been taught to us in the same way as a language has been, all throughout school. the same thing goes for reading and writing: we read and write naturally because we’ve been taught how to when we were young and it’s now engraved in our brains, just like with learning our first language, which is something we normally do thanks to our teachers, our families and the people around us, of course. this doesn’t happen with shifting in most cases, as we all know, which means it’s normal for it to take a bit to grasp as a concept and existing thing/activity. it’s natural, most of us human beings just don’t know about it, nor that we’re capable of doing it.

this is why i said it’s not special: just like breathing, everybody can do it (and so do you)!

going back to the non-beliefs list; i should also add that as a society we usually are taught what to believe in from a young age, and specifically what is believed to be a fantasy, a dream, or something real. as grown-ups, though, we have the right to believe in whatever we want, like shifting. as a realistic person, i understand that some people may have a hard time believing something as great as shifting could be true, because it genuinely doesn’t sound like it! so yes, this is also a factor that can and does make it harder for someone to trust their guts and expect to wake up somewhere that’s only fictional here.

shifting clicks for everybody at different times, but i hope this post will help some of you here understand it better and know that what more experienced shifters say always has a meaning, you just need the time to properly reflect on it to get it!

when it clicked for me a few hours ago i felt a huge rush of adrenaline and happiness bc yes, i can actually shift. i’m just overcomplicating it for no reason and so many of you are doing the same!

it’s okay though, we’ll all get there <3

(psa: if you saw any grammar mistakes or anything NO YOU DIDN'T and also please don't mind if this rant doesn't sound logical, i tried my best to explain myself like i wanted to 🥲)

[overlyobsessed223]

wrote a quick halbarry drabble to try and ease myself back into writing, thought i'd throw it up onto here. with this i can cross the "only one bed" trope off my ever shrinking list of cliches i've never done before

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“What are you doing?”

Barry blinks in confusion, pausing in his efforts to make up the couch and turning his head in the direction of Hal’s voice. The hotel room is dark, all the lamps turned off and the drapes drawn shut, meaning he can only barely see the vague outline of Hal’s form on the bed. The one, singular bed they were given instead of the two beds Bruce had promised he’d reserved for them. Upon entering the room and realizing they’d only been given the one bed, Hal had been immediately convinced that Bruce had lied just to be an asshole, while Barry had been more inclined to believe the apologetic hotel manager when she’d told them she was so, so sorry, but there was an error in the booking system and, unfortunately, there were no more double rooms available for the night. 

Having already been worn down from the day’s Justice League mission, Barry hadn’t felt much other than faint resignation regarding the bed situation. He let Hal grab a shower first, and when Hal sauntered over to the large, king-sized bed and flopped onto it face-first with a pained groan, Barry figured it was only fair to let him have the bed. After all, Hal’s bruises and sore muscles surely won’t fare well sleeping on the stiff and lumpy couch cushions, and it might make for a rough night of rest for Barry but at least his fully healed body will be able to handle it better. 

“I’m… getting ready for bed?” Barry responds, glancing back down at the half-prepared couch, trying to figure out what he’d missed and coming up empty. 

“Yeah, but why are you over on the couch?” Hal sounds just as confused as Barry feels. “Why don’t you just sleep in the bed?”

“Uh, because you’re already in it,” Barry points out. Shouldn’t that be obvious?

“So?” Through the darkness, Barry sees Hal prop himself onto his elbows and hears him pat the empty side of the bed. “This is literally the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. There’s more than enough room for both of us.”

It finally dawns on Barry, then, that Hal means they should both sleep in the bed. Together. Barry swallows, his mouth suddenly having gone dry. 

“Oh, um, I don’t think,” Barry frowns, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck. He’s been Hal’s friend for many years at this point, but they’ve never shared the same bed before. Barry’s always been under the impression that that would be weird and in violation of some kind of friendship boundary. Not that he’s spent much time thinking about sharing a bed with Hal in the first place. Honest. “I’m fine with just taking the couch, Hal. Really, I am.”

Even in the near pitch blackness, Barry can still feel Hal’s stare boring into him.

“Barry, you’re not sleeping over on that shitty ass couch over a perfectly fine bed, that’s just stupid,” Hal says. Barry can practically hear the eye roll in his voice. Sighing exasperatingly, Hal cuts off the protest that’s currently loaded up on Barry’s tongue, “would you just come get into bed so we can both get the fuck to sleep? Seriously, Bar, this doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”

“Okay,” Barry acquiesces against his better judgment, shuffling over to the bed. He awkwardly slides under the covers, and admittedly, the mattress feels worlds better on his spine and neck than the couch. Pulling the covers up to his chin, he lies there stiff as a board, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of the city outside and Hal’s breathing. 

“You can relax, man,” Hal huffs with laughter after a minute. “Don’t worry, I swear I’ll keep my hands to myself. I won’t cuddle up to you in the middle of the night or anything. I mean, not unless you want me to.”

Barry lets out a soft snort, feeling himself start to unwind and relax. It’s just Hal, he reminds himself, his best and most trusted friend Hal. There’s no reason for him to feel weird, or self-conscious about this. Really, the situation is only as awkward as they decide to make it, and clearly, Hal has already decided he’s not bothered. Maybe Barry shouldn’t be, either. 

“I wouldn’t mind,” Barry blurts out without thinking. He instantly regrets saying it, his eyes growing wide and his face heating up instantly. “I—I mean, uh—”

“Yeah?” Hal questions suggestively, and Barry can imagine him quirking his brow, wearing the beginnings of a cheeky grin. 

Barry lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. 

“Yeah,” Barry says, busying himself with playing with the edges of the blanket. 

“Alright,” Hal hums thoughtfully. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

And when Barry wakes in the morning to Hal’s arm slung over him, face pressed into his shoulder, it feels just… normal. Completely and utterly normal. 

Oh, Barry thinks to himself. 

Oh. 

[skateordiebitch]

baby fever with dom.. wouldn’t that be adorable!?!! i think he’d be absolutely delighted knowing that reader had a baby fever, cause he did too, the whole time they were dating.

FUTURE ROCKSTAR || D.F. x reader

summary: dominic has had baby fever since the moment he met you. after four years of him trying to throw you hints... you finally reveal that you do, too.

a/n: STOP THIS IS SO CUTE AAAA. and i personally don't even have baby fever!!! like why did this change my mind... and i literally just watched an interview with him saying how he wants two kids LMFAO. hope u guys enjoy!!!! <333

It started out as an ordinary afternoon. The two of you were sprawled on a picnic blanket in the park, the kind of lazy day Dominic cherished between his demanding schedules. 

He had insisted on bringing his guitar, though he only played random, lazy chords now and then, more for his own entertainment than yours. His guitar rested beside him, his fingers occasionally strumming, though he was far more invested in people-watching than playing.

You sat between his legs, leaning back against his chest with a sense of ease that came naturally after years together. The air smelled faintly of freshly cut grass, and the sounds of laughter and chatter from nearby families filled the park.

Dominic's chin rested lightly on your shoulder as you absently pointed out a little boy struggling to fly a kite. He grinned, watching the kid's determination as the kite kept dipping lower and lower to the ground.

Dominic’s voice rumbled in your ear, warm and amused. “Look at that determination. That kid’s gonna conquer the world someday.”

You snorted softly, your lips quirking into a smile. “Or he’s going to break his arm falling over that kite string.”

“Glass half empty, as always,” Dominic teased, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Come on, give the kid some credit.”

“Fine,” you relented, rolling your eyes. “He’s persistent. I’ll give him that.”

But then, a little girl with curly pigtails and the kind of chubby cheeks that made your heart ache toddled past, clutching a stuffed bunny in one hand and a sippy cup in the other. 

She giggled, chasing after a stream of bubbles floating through the air, her delighted squeals cutting through the noise.

And then it happened—A soft sigh escaped your lips before you even realized it. It wasn’t intentional, but Dominic caught it instantly. He stiffened slightly behind you, then shifted so he could see your face.

It was soft, almost imperceptible, but Dominic heard it. 

Of course, he did.

“Uh-oh,” he said, amusement laced in his tone. “That’s the sound.”

“What sound?” you asked, eyes still glued to the little girl as she flopped down on the grass in a fit of giggles.

“The dreamy, baby-fever sigh,” Dominic teased, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’ve been on high alert for it.”

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “You’re ridiculous. That wasn’t a ‘baby-fever sigh.’ It was just… a normal, ‘Wow, that kid is cute’ kind of sigh.”

“Sure it was,” he said, smirking knowingly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been looking at every baby in this park like you’re imagining names for them.”

“I do not!” you protested, swatting at his arm.

“Oh, you totally do.” Dominic shifted, leaning his head back with a grin. “You’re mentally decorating nurseries.”

You tried to glare at him, but the warmth in his eyes disarmed you. “Dominic, I swear—”

“You lingered at the baby aisle in Target last week. Twice. Don’t think I didn’t see you checking out those tiny shoes.”

“They were cute shoes!” you defended, but your cheeks betrayed you, heating up with embarrassment.

“Exactly,” he said, his grin widening. “And now here you are, getting emotional over other people’s kids in public. It’s official. Baby fever has claimed you.”

“Okay, fine,” you muttered, throwing your hands up. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about it. A little.”

Dominic’s teasing stopped instantly. His smirk shifted into something softer, more genuine, as his eyes searched yours. “Wait. You’re serious?”

You looked down at your hands, suddenly shy. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve been thinking about it lately. Doesn’t mean I’m ready or anything. It’s just… I don’t know. Seeing families like this—it makes me wonder.”

Dominic’s reaction wasn’t what you expected. His entire face lit up like someone had just told him he won the lottery.

“Oh my God,” he said, grinning so wide it almost looked painful. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

You blinked at him, completely caught off guard. “Wait, why are you so excited? Aren’t you supposed to be the one freaking out?”

Dominic burst out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “Are you kidding? I’ve been on team baby fever for years. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

“What?” you said, your jaw dropping. “Years? Dominic, what are you talking about?”

He shrugged, unbothered by your disbelief. “I’ve been imagining us with kids since, like, forever. You think I didn’t picture a little version of you running around, bossing me around just like you do?”

“First of all, I do not boss you around,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “And second of all… what?”

“Oh, you totally boss me around,” he countered with a wink. “But, babe, I’ve been ready for this. I’ve had baby fever for years. I just didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Wait, years?” you repeated, staring at him. “How did I not know this?!"

“Because I’ve been playing it cool,” he said, looking entirely too proud of himself. “Imagine if we had a tiny human who inherited all your sass.”

You were speechless, staring at him as he continued. “Seriously, I’ve been dropping hints for months. Remember that onesie I showed you that said Future Rockstar? You just thought it was cute.”

“It was cute!” you protested.

Dominic laughed, shaking his head. “It was a test, you dummy. I wanted to see if you’d say something like, ‘That’d look great on our kid someday.’ But no, you just said, ‘Aw, your niece will love that.’”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I didn’t know I was being tested! I thought I was just shopping!”

“Well, now you know,” he teased, nudging your knee with his. “And when I made you hold my niece that one time? You looked like you were ready to steal her and take her home.”

“She was adorable!” you exclaimed, but now you were starting to connect the dots.

“And don’t even get me started on the time you cried during that diaper commercial,” he added with a smirk.

“That was an emotional ad, okay? I'm allowed to be emotional...” you said, your face burning. “Fine, you win. Maybe I do have a little baby fever.”

“A little?” Dominic repeated, laughing. He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “If this is you with a little baby fever, I can’t wait to see full-blown baby fever. It’s gonna be adorable.”

You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.” Then, you gave him a suspicious look. “What other ‘tests’ have you been running without my knowledge?”

“Oh, you know,” Dominic said casually, leaning back on his hands, his grin sly. “Pointing out cute kids at restaurants, mentioning how good we are at keeping houseplants alive—although the one of them did die, so maybe don’t count that one—”

You smacked his shoulder lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he corrected, leaning closer, his voice softening. “And ridiculously excited about the idea of us... you know, starting something bigger together someday.”

His sincerity disarmed you, the teasing giving way to a tender vulnerability that made your heart squeeze. “You really want that? A family with me?”

“Are you kidding?” Dominic’s gaze locked onto yours, his brown eyes warm and steady. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more. You’re my favorite person in the world, babe. I just didn’t want to push you before you were ready.”

Your throat tightened, a lump of emotion catching you off guard. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I thought... I don’t know, with your career and everything, you’d be too busy to even think about stuff like that.”

He scoffed lightly, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “My career doesn’t mean anything if I don’t have someone to share it with. And if that someone happens to be you—and a couple of little brats we teach to love music and fight over who gets the last cookie—then yeah, I’d say I’m winning at life.”

You laughed softly, your hands curling into the fabric of his hoodie as you looked up at him. “Brats, huh?”

“Absolute terrors,” he said, his grin playful but his eyes still so soft. “But they’ll have your smile and your sass, so they’ll be perfect.”

Your chest felt warm, like your heart had been wrapped in a soft blanket. “Well, if they’re going to have my sass, then they’ll need your patience. God knows I have none.”

“Deal,” Dominic said, brushing a stray hair from your face. He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Then it’s settled. Our kid’s gonna be the coolest, sassiest, most rockstar baby to ever exist.”

You laughed, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. You didn’t have all the answers yet, but one thing was clear: whatever the future held, you wanted it with him.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

it does something incomprehensible to my little writer’s soul whenever alex articulates a phenomenon of the writing process i’ve always picked up on and then goes on to describe it in exactly the same way

[starryluminary]

With every Paper Mario game I finish I understand the purists more and more. You’re right, Sticker Star is a travesty of a game. You’re right, TTYD is the best game in the franchise. You’re right about everything

[j-esbian]

i lost the post but i saw someone talking about how some of y’all act like being weird is a choice and like. YEAHHHHHHH.

that’s fine, it might be for you. but i just live like this and don’t know any other way. like yeah i’ve worked customer service, i can do innocuous small talk, but anything beyond that, i don’t understand what i’m missing. and it’s frustrating to see the tonal disconnect especially from people who are like “uwu embrace weirdness!!” where they’re like. dressing quirky and talking about bugs and listening to obscure music and eschewing small talk to ask Deep Questions on the first date and unlearning their tendency to not infodump. and generally have an idea of what Weirdness is supposed to look like. idk man some of us wake up and get out of bed and can’t figure out why the rest of their coworkers chitchat with each other but when they join the conversation it dies.

weirdness is value neutral. let’s stop trying to turn it into a badge because quite frankly, it’s not a choice for everyone. it’s fucking exhausting to never be on the same wavelength as other people and they’re going to react the way they do and label you the way they will without any conscious actions on your end. it’s difficult to talk about this without feeling like you’ll be dismissed as immature, a teenager whining ���no one understands me” but the thing is. sometimes you don’t grow out of feeling alone and different, and there’s no good way to talk about it without feeling like people will think you’re just fishing for pity.

[solace-seekers]

screaming into the void <3

[daincrediblegg]

Nothing wrong with me

[wickershells]

missed it yesterday so happy belated two-year anniversary to my unearthly, beautiful lover: bones and all 2022

[pallases]

we did not in fact finish the lab due this morning or come even close BUT he’s giving us the next week with no late penalty bc it turns out one of the pins we were trying to use to communicate Actually Does Not Exist #slay

[whirlinglikeaballet]

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[cats-in-the-clouds]

it is unfortunate when i go to prayer and cry my eyes out and the only response i really hear is that i simply have to bear it. like usually i can get my emotions out and once they’re settled i hear a rational solution but it sucks when i don’t get the answer i want. i just have to keep waiting. like normally i hear something that gives me strength but wow apparently i’ve hit a new low