#*Of the Past*

[asavt]

Uncertainty

[askstormscall]

The great dragon rests upon the sand.

The small foot falls crept close to them but they made no attempt, basking in the warmth of the sun.

A small giggle from the child as she drapes crown made shells. It was only then Susano opened their eyes to the delight of the child.

Every lord needs a crown! she squeals.

[lustrous-dawn]

Her eyes grew shuttered.

Their blood will ever coat my talons.

Words spoken as both gods flanked her as they stood upon the soil that once held a thriving city. Now an open field no longer containing the souls she had danced to, ushering them into the field of beyond. Her eyes contained a plea, meeting eyes of amber.

Take it from me. This madness. This power. I no longer want it. 

The serpent grew silent, cradling the warmth of the sun in his claw. So be it.

[eomma-jpeg]

Congrats and good luck on the job!! 🎊 Can I ask what kind of teaching it is? Like a certain grade or subject?

ty !!! It technically a long term subbing position, but the previous teacher is moving to be assistant principal so they won't be returning to teach... which makes me the teacher >:)

Its 8th grade History, which is the first half of US History from the beginning of the nation up until the end of the Civil War. I'm quite excited >:)

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

[loathsome-sickness]

"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen

[intezaarlily]

the ache of nostalgia

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

a former US president gets shot at and rather than trend himself he causes supernatural to trend instead because everyone is sharing the news via the destiel meme. unparalleled

[wizard-laundry]

QUICK REMINDER

In the US: threatening government officials is a felony under federal law (the president in particular is protected under 18 U.S.C. § 871). Even memes.

be careful with your jokes if they spill over to active officials.

[i23kazu]

how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[lustrous-dawn]

“My life was like this game here,” Zhen murmured. He sat, legs crossed in front of the oval table. A hand was calmly placed over a brown dice cup. His lips kicked up into a playful smile as he reminisced over an age long gone. Yet the smile didn’t touch his eyes, his golden gaze lost. 

“I betted as if my life depended on it, Gin.” He addressed the man sitting in likeness across from him. He grasped ahold of the cup, vigorously shaking its contents before he rattled the cup across the surface of the table. The sounds of the dice were all that could be heard in the room. Loud and crisp. After a moment, the cup came to a sudden halt, a stillness to the air. “Even or odd, friend?” 

Ginjiro seemed to think long and hard about his answer. “Even.”

“Funny you would say that,” Zhen chuckled to himself. “I would always place an even bet when sitting at the table. My birthday landed on an even day, I would always use it.” He lifted up the cup, his smile lifting further. “Even. Nice call,” he commended him. 

“Zhen…” Ginjiro frowned. “You don’t have to talk about it if it affects you.” 

“You see, Gin. I’m tired of bottling all of this up. I have to talk about it. If I don’t, it’ll be as if I didn’t exist.”

“You sit here across from me now,” Ginjiro replied calmly. “You exist here. Now.”

Zhen clenched his teeth, his jaw protesting. His hand threatened to crush the cup in his hold. “I can’t stand it. How can you remain so calm?!” Like the waters he often saw. Tranquil and clear. It frustrated him. “Don’t feel sorry for me. I can see it,” he spat, seeing the sympathy in Ginjiro’s eyes. 

Crushing the cup in his hands, he discarded it recklessly. “I can’t stand this…,” he exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. This sensation of emptiness, of restlessness. He had nothing. He left nothing behind. 

Not a single trace. 

A shuffle of movement. Ginjiro sat beside him, a complacent hand gently placed on his shoulder. “I am sure you know of my history… There was a point where I believed I could never be like her. But eventually… I began to think of what trace I can leave across the land. My presence, not hers. She is here no longer. I am here.” 

“I know that-”

“Then you know what I am saying,” Ginjiro interrupted, squeezing softly. “We are not them. We are who we are. And you must start making your prints across the land. You were never in her shadow but you are trapped in a shell. A shell of your own making. Break free from it lest you never move on.”

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

[starbuck]

i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’