#*shay

[aegis-of-the-fallen]

For someone with Kindness as their trait, calling suicide the easy way out is awful. Asgore clearly regretted your deaths and couldn't take the guilt. You guys died from his actions, but maybe take a moment to see how desperate monsterkind was after your kind killed their prince for no reason and sealed them away also for no reason.

[feminineambrosia]

Shay Laren is awesome

[shay-creates]

Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.

I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.

2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)

3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited

Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.

Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).

Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.

Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.

[involuir]

shamayne williams

[witchwitchyway]

Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.

[szarina]

cw. breastfeeding + established relationship.

notes. please do excuse me for this bland of a drabble and requests are open now for lads men.

It's two in the morning.

The light from the bedside clock glares at him. Slowly, Caleb rouses in his sleep. Putting the blanket besides him and making sure his significant other is warm before getting up.

His footsteps light as he approaches the crib. The airplane mobile dangles and a small lullaby can be heard but aside from that is the movements from the crib. Soft wiggles and there's a coo turning into a whimper.

“Hup!” Caleb silently exclaims as he picks up his baby. “There we go, peanut.” The baby slowly opens it eyes and Caleb can see the tears beading from the corners of it. “There, there. You need your mama don't you.” Cradling the baby in his arms and he can hear a fit coming.

Caleb turns around to bring the baby to its mother which is now awake. Fluffing the pillows behind to be more comfortable while you feed your baby. “Here's your mama.” Caleb gently placed his child with you in your arms. The infant whimpers for a bit before latching to your nipple and silence engulfs the bedroom except for the infant suckling on your breast.

“I was about to wake you up, pipsqueak.” Caleb softly mutters to you. Settling besides you while he watch his wife and child. The nickname was still around even when you're both parents and you a mother to his child. You run your fingers through the thick hair of your child. Three months and it was thick as his father's.

“Hmm” You hummed. Your mind still hazy with sleep. By the way you hold and breastfeed your baby, it was now muscle memory and since Caleb assists you with the feeding.

The baby with Caleb's hair and eyes with a little resemblance to you, suckled softly. His little fists, clenching and unclenching on your chest. A soft sigh escaped your lips. The warmth of your baby on your chest and Caleb's behind you gave you the comfort despite the sleepless nights.

“Go back to sleep now, pipsqueak.” Caleb takes your baby after it unlatches to you. Full of his mother's love and milk. You didn't protest and went back to rest your head on the pillows.

Caleb stayed for a few minutes. Making sure his baby is burped and comfortable on its crib before rejoining you. His arms wrapping around your body. Creeping under your shirt and rubbing soft circles on your round belly. His fingers grazing over the stretch marks. You turned around to meet his gaze.

“Thank you, Caleb.” You sleepily mutter. “Ssh, it's my responsibility. You don't have to thank me. Carrying my baby and being my wife is already enough, pipsqueak.”

At the start of your pregnancy, Caleb made sure to never let you lift a finger. Mandatory exercises good for you and the baby is all the activities you did the whole duration of your pregnancy. He even took a leave as your due date looms and now, when you're tired and still recovering from the birth.

“Rest now, okay? Our baby's going to wake up soon.” Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and with a nod, you returned to slumber with Caleb.

[shaysplanet]

let’s all do a shifting exercise tonight! doesn’t matter if you have doubts. doesn’t matter if your script is unfinished (yes i’m talking to you overthinker). doesn’t matter if your sleep schedule is fucked and you planned to do it at this time but now it’s “too late”. doesn’t matter if you have things to do tomorrow. this exercise is for everyone—whether you’ve shifted to your dr or not.

tonight, when you go to shift, i want you to feel the emotional tone of your dr before setting your intention. let yourself be filled with the peace and love and wholeness of finally being in the place you belong. be present. where do you feel the energy most? let it overflow into every part of your body. even just two minutes of this is enough for your intention to be backed by emotional resonance (which strengthens a manifestation and an assumption because your subcon processes things you experience emotion with as real). after you feel you’ve connected emotionally (again, this should not take a long time. anything will work) set your intention simply and clearly.

say things like:

“i’m shifting now.” “i’m going to my dr as i sleep.” “i allow myself to be in my dr.”

(you can also say your own dr specific thing! no limitations, just examples!!)

this is not to convince yourself. there should be no “okay and now what?” response. don’t immediately go searching for your dr in your senses. do not wait for things to change. just say it like you mean it and let go.

once your intention is set, act like it already worked. i don’t mean start convincing yourself you’re seeing, hearing, or thinking in your dr. i just mean own the choice. own the decision of having just shifted. act as if you just placed a same-day delivery order and your confirmation code just came. relax. listen to music or asmr. and go to sleep. it’s done.

[humanoidhistory]

Spotted in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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[pregleetrauma]

this whole episode is an emotional whiplash between ao3’s greatest hits and an episode of criminal minds

[aegis-of-the-fallen]

Salt, this is Pepper. I am currently trapped in combat with a knife wielding maniac. Please help, over.

[feminineambrosia]

[the-crooked-library]

regarding Dune Part 2: i am obsessed with its consistent visual theme of self-destruction. the shot of paul surrounded by his new followers seems triumphant - until the viewer remembers that each crysknife is made from a tooth of shai-hulud, and paul is standing in a circle of them, in the allegorical mouth of the worm. he orders a missile strike, and the viewer sees them fly directly through his head. every victory for the prophecy is a blow to paul himself; he's killing himself with every step he takes towards his destiny, and we know that already, and the film is screaming it, but it's a hell of a thing to watch it happen, isn't it?..