#a totally unexpected post

[random-xpressions]

Context: the picture below was taken in pure frivolity to tell my ex that I'm busy in my own headspace. In other words, a DO NOT DISTURB pic.

DEEPER DIVE INTO INDIAN MYTHOLOGY

The first picture is actually the statue of Adiyogi Shiva situated in Bangalore - one week left for its first anniversary.

Now our land has been steeped in polytheism but unfortunately foreign interpretations of the ancient scripts have been utterly biased and had actually missed the very central theme and divine message.

Now I'm in no way for or against any of the belief systems around the world and purely honours whatever an individual chooses to believe. This post is now purely intended to dive into the esoteric aspects of the Indian mythology.

The core teaching of this land has been that they don't limit God to a certain time or place but they believe in the appearance and the reappearance of the divine in all forms, in all places, in all times.

This is the reason that they see the spiritual masters at a step greater than the station of their own biological parents because while one is the cause of your entry into earthly existence the other is the bridge for you to transcend into higher heavenly realms.

So the core of Indian system of belief begins from the sacred institution of Guru/Shishya otherwise translated feebly as Master/Disciple relationship.

Now somehow there is a wide misinterpretation from the ignoramuses as well in worshipping everything they get hold of, being deluded to think that a physical manifestation is actually the Divine whereas at its best could only be a segmental representation, an earthly descent popularly known in Sanskrit language as "Avatãra" - a transcendental form open for human experience.

The purpose of every ancient scripture has been very clear - to unlock the human potential and to have the pinnacle of divine experiences while still within the garb of human flesh, blood and bone. Such an unlocking is either attained or gifted or a combination of both. Meditation, prayer, efforts in service to humanity - there are a thousand ways to kneel.

Don't be surprised, ancient scripts have an entire branch of SCIENCE in finding salvation through the practise of sex which is seen as the pinnacle of dance between two humans. So the whole idea of religion is not just limited to the rites or rituals but to the actual liberation of humanity through the most mundane of daily activities.

To conclude, this is in no way even an exposition or promotion in its slightest the religion of Hinduism as is existent in its present day because to understand even the basic precept of this land and its tradition will require much deeper dive than what's available to the common masses.

Random Xpressions

[formulanni]

Sergio Perez as The Page of Cups:

The Page of Cups can represent the potential for new beginnings, positive experiences, and creative inspiration. This heralds a happy surprise of some kind. The fish that pops out of the cup is a signal that one's unconscious is attempting to make contact, though sometimes one does not understand what is meant to be said.

Taglist: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

Special shoutout to @your-ace-cousin-clover for helping me remember to post this 😭

[elizabethzoopzoop986]

To be serious for a minute I don’t even think I’d be sad if AidaIro kills Mitsuba again… just annoyed. It wouldn’t be a surprise, everyone expects it’s to happen, and I honestly don’t think it would be very good writing?? It’s just redundant… we’ve seen Mitsuba die several times before, we’ve seen Kou grieve. As he’s dead in the og timeline also it wouldn't really be a reason to convince Nene or Akane that the new timeline must be done. Don't get me wrong I think a lot of the fandom will be uspet, because he died, again. But honestly I struggle to see what purpose it would even serve for the the story, thats not just a repeat of a already done storyline I doubt it would even have real shock value considering people expect it…

Don't get me wrong it's not that I don't enjoy there writing and I'm not insulting what they've done so far, just wary for the future I suppose.

Not to say however if someone else in the cast dies I think that could be really interesting.(I don't think it can be Nene cause main character, or Akane because then there just kinda stuck in the new time and it gg, and I would hope it wouldn't be Aoi because she already has a kind of damsel in destress issue)

But honestly I really have no idea what direction AidaIros gonna go soooooo, tbh I think it would be really funny if the red house was just like, a normal house

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

Near the far wall, a massive bookshelf labeled Unfiled Records (Beware of Sentience) trembled as if it knew Percy was looking at it. The books rustled, rearranging themselves when he blinked, and a particularly thick tome on Hogwarts Disciplinary Actions shuffled closer, as if eager to be read .

Some stacks of meticulously labeled forms sat in neat rows, quills hovering beside them, as if waiting for instructions on a desk in the middle of the room. A large, brass nameplate on it read:

Hogwarts Acquisitions & Records Room

Percy felt weak .

This was it. The true power behind the school. Not the professors, not the Ministry, but the system . The endless, glorious machinery of Hogwarts bureaucracy.

He approached the central desk with reverence, his fingers trailing over a particularly thick binder labeled Historical Amendments: Institutional Policies 993-Present. His heart raced with possibilities.

This wasn’t just an archive. This was a living, breathing monstrosity of paperwork . A bureaucratic beast .

And Percy Weasley, against all reason, loved it .

Paperwork and Pettiness: A Head Boy's Guide to Quietly Running a School - menaka

[person-personified]

hello I suddenly got into hunger games fics (from reels on instagram as one does) and I read an amazing fic series called.... the ashes of district twelve by silvercistern (now orphaned) and it was written in two thousand freaking twelve and it's so good that I've basically accepted it as canon?

and the peeta's pov fics that I wrote off for some reason are next on my list after a few other post mockingjay healing/growing together.

if anyone wants to come yell at me about thg or thg fics (granted I don't remember the details of the books) or has recs please do

[fairy-grotto]

Having an artist friend post 3 separate AI art images to the group chat full of artists, calling that shit out and then being villainised for not being cool with that was not on my 2025 bingo card

[rivkae-winters]

Early (and long) wip wednesday

Angeal couldn’t push the anxiety from his mind, over just where Genesis was, even as Sephiroth was pressed up against his back doing his best to distract him. Still he couldn’t stop the dark thoughts bubbling over into compulsion and worry. 

The roux he was mixing split and sizzled as it dried out. The unplanned soup that he’d only started on because his dove was late was ruined. It was Genesis’s favorite. Angeal stood there, his mind shorting and starting and stopping in a doomed loop. His own heartbeats felt thunderous to his own ears as they vibrated his chest. His vision started to spin at how the lights kept buzzing and the central kitchen light kept flickering.

Rough lips ignited his skin as they pressed to the back of his neck and gentle hands pulled the creaking spatula from his white knuckled grip. The silk slip of silver hair flowed into his vision. Those hands shoved the pan to the back of the stove before the blackened contents could burn any further. Sephiroth was saying something Angeal couldn’t understand although it was comforting all the same. The eye was shut off with a deafening click that rang through his being. Sephiroth’s weight was pressed fully on him and held him between the comforting weight of the other SOLDIER and a heat that reminded him too much of the one missing.

Soon enough Angeal’s mind stopped buzzing and his skin stopped feeling a thousand tiny sparks were having a parade. Sephiroth gently humming one of Genesis’s favorite tunes was a balm filling his ears. He wondered how Sephiroth would react if he knew where the leitmotif was from, how- 

Angeal stopped himself short before he could spin his mind back into knots again thinking of his missing lover. He decided to take comfort from the moment and turned fully to capture Sephiroth’s lips with his own.

“Thanks,” He murmured against his lover’s lips. Sephiroth only responded by threading his hands through Angeal’s hair and deepening the contact. Angeal let himself lean further on Sephiroth as they stood under the bulb that needed to be replaced in their kitchen flickered as if on cue. It was the one that Genesis had bought the bulb for ages ago that sat gathering dust on the back of the counter. He wondered if Genesis was going to name it something obnoxious again; a name to yell at it each time it flickered so that someone would finally change it. 

An irrational guilt bloomed in his chest with the thought to remind him of every potential sin he could commit and had committed. The emotion wasn’t unfounded either, even when he just let his mind glance over it he felt wrong thinking so much about their absent lover while in the arms of one already. As Angeal opened his mouth to apologize, Sephiroth pressed a feather-light finger up against his mouth with slightly upturned lips.

“If you apologize,” Sephiroth’s smooth low voice filled his still over-tuned senses like a rolling fog. “I’ll tell Gen.”

Genesis’s campaign to get him to ‘stop apologizing for being alive’ sat in the open unspoken and suffocating in the absence of their partner.

It was funny and hypocritical of his dove. Genesis had the same tendency. When faced with his hypocrisy Genesis only smirked and slung toned arms around Angeal’s shoulders and promised that he’d stop if Angeal did, eyes full of faked confidence and concern. He wouldn’t be able to, they both knew, at least not easily or comfortably. Gen was like that though- making impossible and beautiful promises to Angeal their entire life.

Like Dinner, his mind facetiously and traitorously thought.

His heart sank the second the thought crossed his mind though. Sephiroth almost instantly picked up on the change in mood and Angeal hid his face in the other man’s broad shoulder to avoid the concerned glint in emerald eyes. The guilt continued to pool in his stomach like briney water. That was distinctly unfair and reactionary- Genesis wasn’t absent by choice afterall. Genesis was only absent because something was happening with his abhorrent parents, otherwise a clipped and short phone call wouldn’t be dragging on this long.

Angeal disliked the fact that Genesis let those two… Harpies have any say in his life still but the situation that he’d witnessed since they were kids hadn’t fully pulled all of Genesis’s care for them from his body. Too many nights after the last scheduled affairs Angeal had stayed up to hold his dove through tears and questions of why he couldn’t simply hate them.

I hate that I still love her. Genesis’s gasping breath had pushed out. Why can’t I stop?

[anti-dazai-blog]

additional context: the problem isn't that I don't wanna talk about the lab and government side of bsd, but rather the issue of connecting musicals to these guys

I was already crossing my own personal lines a bit by giving Fukuchi Harmony as his musical, which is very much a ww2/ 1940s Germany subject matter. And given the current state of the world, I really don't want people to come to my silly goofy posts and find me talking about 1930s/40s European politics.

the world is a scary place right now but the anti-dazai-blog should not be. so if that and other dark subject matter would make you uncomfortable, lemme know.

you're not required to subject yourself to heavy topics 24/7. The world is full of enough heavy things, let yourself have a place for light things too.

[kenobster]

i just wanna write my WIPs again but shit keeps happening 😭

[musicalsobachka]

Uh so protip: don’t listen to guts by Olivia Rodrigo if you have little thieves feelings and have finished painted devils 🥲

[ahopefulbromantic]

Happy birthday! May God bless you, hold you, guide you, comfort you, strengthen you, and delight in you in the coming year and always 💚🕯️💫

Thank youuuuu! 💚💚💚 Yay that's so much Godly affection heehee! May God bless you, too, you wonderful wonderful human!

[transfemzedaph]

breaking news. tumblr user transfemzedaph. is thinking about. transfem zedaph.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Hypothetically, would it bother you if I dug into the deepest depths of your tumblr and reblogged posts from years and years ago?

Not at all!!

Tbh it's pretty likely whatever I was reblogging back then hasn't been on the forefront of my mind for a while but there's nothing on this blog I haven't adored or had great times enjoying so the memories are always fun, plus seeing someone discovering new to them content of something they're vibing with is a delight 💖

[forter-from-meteos]

i still have a lot of thoughts about meteos

[ladyhavilliard]

So. I think I do fixate on people, huh.

[headspace-hotel]

but seriously i think learning about nature is Hard for many people, especially adults, because you have to rationalize the symbiotic experience youre having next to the contemptuous and abusive way we treat the land. I think USAmericans fear nature as a way of making sense of the fact that we're waging war against nature, with our lawns and our suburbs and our landscaping and our cosmetic use of pesticides.

There was a post on facebook my mom was showing me where someone found a salamander and was asking what it was. thankfully half the comments were like "that's a SALAMANDER they are SPECIAL and a BLESSING and you must PROTECT it"

but the other half were things like..."I don't know, but I think it's time to move" "Burn the house down" "Kill it with fire" "I would scream if i saw that"

this is why i have such specific preferences in horror fiction that nothing seems to really hit: for me, horror is not about bad things happening, horror is about fear. So occasionally I find these really satisfying stories that are about fear of the unknown thing and the experience of fear, but the unknown thing being harmless is generally seen as a "twist" rather than a perfectly sensible and satisfying outcome.

on the face of it: why would you be afraid of a tiny creature weighing only grams, whose body is so delicate and frail? it's heartbreaking, but it's not unexplainable. What kind of a childhood makes someone an adult who is totally unprepared to comprehend the idea of something both unexpected and good?

a bizarre universe to try and place myself in, where a salamander is more likely to be...what? a mutated fetus of a brain-sucking alien? rather than one among the thousands of gentle creatures that you can marvel at, forever, for free.

It's the same way with bugs: people argue with the simple fact that nearly all insects cannot harm you, and I think it's because it's so difficult to reconcile with how liberally and carelessly we use insecticides with proven harms to humans and pets, and how we treat and speak about these creatures in general. If that weird bug almost certainly would not have harmed you, that means you killed a living thing because you didn't understand it, and that's a troubling thought.