#and idk how to forgive myself!!!!!!!!!

[4ngelofmydreams]

ahaha😎💯

[tacomedli]

funny caption here

[swampybogg]

[oakbuggy]

okay so im a perfectionist

imma go lie down now, goodnight

pseudo-sequel to this post ???

[ghostdrinkssoup]

thinking about how the only reason sunny started reconnecting with the world and realising he deserves love is because kel never gave up on him. even though sunny isolated himself from everyone kel still called him and tried to reach out. and it’s so pivotal it’s literally the key choice that determines whether or not you get the good ending. the path to healing and contentment depends on whether or not you take the hand kel offers you. and sunny learns to forgive himself because he keeps making that choice. he opens the door for kel, and therefore chooses reconciliation and personal growth. it’s why he’s able to save basil in the end. because kel is strong and resilient and kind. because kel is lonely and has grieved in silence for years but still looks for sunny everywhere he goes. because they’re both invisible. because everything that sunny needs, kel has.

kel saved sunny’s life

[canisonicscrewyou]

my eye-spy sitcom best friendcore ass apartment. btw. just thought you should know. I kind of recommend zooming in if you want to.

Constant Visual Stimulation. No Escape.

bonus: the newest addition that we stole rescued from my place of work yesterday after taking these pics. a lovely lady.

[tgirljoker]

idk i really dont like people characterizing haru as a vengeful person that only disliked akechi killing her father because she wanted to kill him herself. on top of the fact that its blatantly and wildly out of character it also feels like taking the easy way out to avoid acknowledging that people can have complex and sympathetic relationships to bad people lol

[ohitslen]

I am here, once again, with my Ao No Flag propaganda

These two specific panels of Toma were the thing that made me think over a year ago “Man. I want to be like that too” as in KAITO drawing expression because—

The subtle shift of emotion, it’s present all throughout the manga, but this is what sold it for me. For no particular reason, it’s not even the best example, it was just what sealed the deal to me

[isaut]

𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆— f!reader x captain rex. 1.2k. ao3

rex is back on the fleet ship. he's completely on task, like he always is... previous. masterlist.

The fleet ship hums around Rex. He sits in one of the deck chairs, eyes trained on the datapad in front of him. It's the report from the last mission, he really needs to be focusing on this, this needs to be done tonight… Instead, his mind cannot stay focused. He needs to take a cold shower, with the images that keep flashing through his mind. 

Espresso. Sweet cookies. Sweetness. Warmth. The images aren’t even stale, he can still feel your hand wrapped around him, separated by the thin of a condom. 

“Hey.” 

Rex still hasn’t forgotten the tightness, the squeeze right before the climax. The wetness all over him. Gods, the wetness all over him. The mournful way he’d cleaned himself up in the bathroom.

“Hey.” 

The second interruption is accompanied by a pair of hands landing on his shoulders. Rex startles, which is very unlike him. He looks over his shoulder and is met with General Skywalker’s familiar face. 

Immediately, he snaps to attention. Stands up, still holding the datapad. “General, I didn’t notice you.” 

“I figured.” Anakin waves his hand and Rex relaxes his stance. “I have two things. One, do you have the reports done? Plo is asking for them.” 

“Almost done, sir.” Shit. 

“And two, you’re thinking really loud.” Anakin bites down on the inside of his cheek to hide the smile forming on his face. “Like really loud.” 

Embarrassment courses through Rex’s body. Suddenly, his suit is a thousand degrees. Jedi and their sensitivity. This time he doesn’t have the cover of his brothers and the exhaustion of battle to keep from the prodding. 

“Glad you had fun on Naboo,” Anakin says, his grin escaping from his teeth. “Again.”

Rex clears his throat. “I should really get back to the report.” 

“Sure,” Anakin says. He turns to leave, then stands in front of the doorway. “Hey, better me than Plo, right?” 

“Yessir,” Rex replies, feeling even warmer. 

Anakin places his hand over his heart. “They’re something else. Your secret’s safe with me.” 

Anakin’s words rattle in his brain: women from Naboo are something else. Rex swallows. And “Thank you, sir.” 

Anakin gives him a lazy salute. The doors slide open, and leaves Rex alone in the room. With a long exhale, Rex looks out to the endless darkness of the galaxy. He rubs his hand over his hair, collapsing back into his seat. 

With his exhaustion, Rex treats himself to a warm shower. The fourth shower stall on the second hall of the captain’s area in the barracks is the best one. It has the best shower pressure, has the purple shampoo, and the cucumber body wash. Rex likes his showers in the middle of the night to ensure that there’s no one else using it. Out of over fifty showers, he doesn’t think it gets used often. 

The sound of the water coming from the faucet, combined with the sound of shower shoes on tile, is the only noise in the area. The pitter patter is almost meditative. Rex’s mind wanders, floating about as he stares at the white tiles. You have nice tiles, a creative mosaic in your bathroom. Everything on Naboo seems artisanal, down to the way you live. The way you talk. The way you touch. 

Rex’s hand hovers over the shower knob. He should go to bed. There’s an uncomfortable hardness brewing between his legs. He should blast himself with cold water and go to bed. Cold water is good for his hair. 

But the water is warm. It’s adding a red hue to his skin. He’s comfortable. It’s cold on the ship. It’ll be cold in his room. It’s– 

Rex’s hand slides down his pelvis, until the conjuncture of his thumb and first finger meets the base of his cock. He hesitates for a moment, looking down his chest. Water slips past him, over his head and down the sides of his face. 

He thinks about your shower. He thinks about you in your shower. He pumps himself to the thought of all your exposed skin, warmed by the steady stream of warm water. He imagines that you take hot showers, scalding hot showers, just like him. He imagines that you’d be impressed that he indulges in hot showers. 

A sigh leaves his lips as his fist travels towards his head then back down. He inhales, deep, as he presses his free hand against the wall and leans forward. Another shaky breath as he passes his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading a speck of precome over the growing head. 

Rex swallows. His hand is no way comparable to yours, it’s too broad, too rough. There’s no softness. There’s a gentleness that he simply cannot match. 

He replays a common memory for him now. You, straddling him. Hand between your thighs, reaching for his cock. The feeling of his fingers bumping up against yours. The warmth as you sunk down on him. The look on your face, the pinched brows, the open mouth, the little moan from the back of your throat. 

Rex almost mimics it, but it comes out as a heavy sigh. 

Then there’s all your skin flashing through his mind. The vanilla, the rose, the shea butter. The taste of coffee on your tongue. Your tongue. Soft and moving against his– Rex twists his wrist. Another shaky breath escapes his lips. 

Truly, Rex doesn’t know how he lasted so long. His short timeframe had been a blessing, had been able to hide that he easily could have come just from sinking into you, from the feeling of your walls pulsing around him from the–

Rex’s jaw hinges open. His eyes squeeze shut. He rests his forehead against the hand pressing against the wall. Milky white spills from the head of his cock. Rex’s thigh shakes. 

He pumps himself as he comes, pumps himself after he’s finished, until he’s a hair tender. Only because he imagines you would do the same thing, with a breathy smile on your lips and a glimmer in your eye. 

Rex stands under the scalding spray, watching the water wash away his release. He takes gulps of steamy air. Unhooks his washcloth and pumps body wash onto the cloth. 

He washes his legs again, and while the cloth rubs over his thighs, he tries not to think of your lips there, of your tongue there, doing what his cloth is doing currently. He tries not to think of you doing exactly what he’s doing, cleaning himself off. He thinks, instead, of cleaning you up. Of the cloth against your thighs, of the essence he had to swipe away. 

He should have used his tongue. 

Rex shuts the water off. 

It’s silent, in the shower hall. He towels himself off in the stall, and changes in the open. With his towel slung over his shoulder, he walks back to his room. 

It’s small. Just a bed on metal and a little counter, a little mirror. Rex hangs up his towel and comes over to his neatly made bed. He reaches a hand under the mattress and pulls out the little sticky note with your frequency on it. 

(17) 21-54-9875-6720

Rex has stared at it for a long time. Has dragged his thumb over the penned in numbers. The 9875-6720 stares out at him. Calls out to him. 75-67. 

Rex tucks the paper back under his mattress. He turns out the light. Flops onto his back. Stares up at the ceiling, at the blinking, red light there. It could go off any second, calling him into action. 

The Force works in mysterious ways. Rex rolls over to his stomach. Wraps an arm around his pillow. Closes his eyes. Sleep finds him, and dreams cradle him against her warm chest.

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

Hey there! Hekate has pointed me toward your blog and I just wanted to say hi 💞

I do have a question though, have you ever had deities help you with motivation and executive functioning skills? I've got ADHD and the "laziness"(🤢) or what I call "going slug mode" (staying in bed all day, no motivation to shower, etc) really commands my life.

My periods of deity work tend to coincide with my periods of productivity and energy, but I often fall off when, well, everything else falls off. So I guess I'm also looking for advice or at least to connect with someone who's had similar experiences.

(I've also connected with Aphrodite and Loki! Other gods I've worked with in the past are Mother Hathor and Brigid)

First off, I may or may not have had so many feelings upon seeing "Hekate has pointed me towards your blog" because the idea that my blog can be useful enough that a deity would go "go look at what that dude has to say" just brings me so much joy.

Second off, OH THIS IS ABSOLUTELY SOMETHING I SHOULD SCREAM ABOUT THANK YOU. I can't believe I haven't already made a post about this!!

I, too, am an ADHD motherfucker and I have always had so many issues with keeping up with my craft. I will absolutely be calling it "slug mode" from now on, that's the best fucking way to put it. I've had deities help me with executive function at times, but if I'm honest I've forgotten lately that I can ask them for help with that. More often than not it looks more like nudging me towards a task than giving me the energy- but that doesn't mean you can't ask! It just means I forgot I could, lol.

This is gonna be a chonker post, so I'm breaking this post up into two parts; 1, why accepting "falling off" was the best thing I could have done for myself and 2, how to still connect with your craft (and deities) through those times anyway.

So for one, you're not broken or a failure, and your deities fuckin' love you.

Call me philosophical, but hear me out; I've always worked in cycles. Cycles of insane productivity, cycles of tiredness, cycles of hyperfixation on one thing, then another, then another. I'm just someone who works that way, and I've always viewed it as a problem to be fixed. I've always viewed MYSELF as a problem to be fixed, which really started with the school system but that's an unrelated rant. So, apologies for getting a bit intense especially since this may not apply to you personally, but just in case:

You're not a problem. You don't need to fix yourself. The world works in cycles. Seasons, reincarnation if you subscribe to that belief, the water cycle, and a billion other things I've forgotten- working with cycles is just a natural way of going about life that I think shouldn't be forgotten. I have intense periods of growth in my craft, and I have periods where I don't do much and instead play my favorite video game for eight hours straight- and that's okay! One of the best things I did for myself and my craft was give myself permission to do that. I, and you, are not failures as witches for "falling off" and our deities love us anyway. Not in spite of it, either, because of it. They know how to work with the cyclic nature of things; people are no different.

So honestly, there's a chance that none of this will make sense to you- but there's a chance that you, and maybe others seeing this post, might find that giving yourself permission to go through cycles might be the best thing you could do.

Okay, now that I've yelled about that, here's ways that I keep myself connected to my craft and my deities during my less witchy periods.

I give myself permission to use witchcraft for "dumb shit." I have at least one post on this, but witchcraft can BE childish, playful, "dumb-" it doesn't need to be serious all the time. So I'm learning to let go of what I think it should look like and recognize that sometimes the way to stay connected is to lay in bed and draw a sigil on my phone as a mini-spell to manifest a nice little treat or a thing I want in a video game.

This isn't deity work, but it had been huge for me: SIGILS. Sigils my beloved. I don't often have the time, energy, or supplies to do what most people think of when they talk about spells. So instead, if I'm feeling like I could do a spell for something but that's just too much, sigils can be done on my phone or computer while just chilling. Also, if you're like me and a writer, I just write spells too. Literally the same way I write statements for sigils, but a bunch of 'em.

Personally I just talk to my deities. I would like to do this more, actually. You don't need to have a big reason for calling them in, just ask them to sit with you and talk about your day or infodump about a special interest. They're not going to deem it unimportant; you're important to them.

Turn anything into a devotional activity if you want. Any self-care. Not just the typical stuff; I mean food, meds, literally any sort of "maintenance" to keep your body and mind running! If you can't do those, play music you associate with them, or watch a show/play a game and invite them to just sit with you. Whatever you're already doing, you can just ask them to do it with you. If that's literally just laying in bed doing nothing but feeling crappy, I can assure you I've asked them to sit with me during those days too and they've been more than happy.

Literally most of my offerings are just random food. As we speak, I have a little tiny thing with a few sips of soda because I give Loki some when I drink some. If you don't have the time or energy to put it on the altar, literally just drink it with the intention that you're drinking it "for" them. When I did a reading and Kali visited for it, she asked for a graham cracker of all things. It doesn't have to be associated with them. Virtual offerings too! If you can, I've seen people just scroll through pinterest/google images and pick images to offer to their deities.

This might not be something you struggle with, but this is definitely something I would need someone to tell me so: ASK. PLEASE. ASK FOR THINGS. They're not going to riot if you ask for things!! Let them help!! Ask for things, unapologetically if you can muster it!!! I am using excessive exclamation marks for a reason, I swear. My deities are in a constant state of telling me to just ask for things.

Be gentle with yourself. Genuinely, I think one of the best ways to honor your deities doesn't even require them to be there at all; just try not to hate on yourself for being the way you are, because they wouldn't want you to.

Overall, my only advice is just... throw away what you "should" be doing and find out what you LIKE doing. What works for you? It's a hard question to answer, but it gets a lot easier when you start looking away from what "should" work. Your deities are working with you, they wouldn't be working with you if they didn't accept every single part of you. That includes slug mode.

As always, my DM's and asks are open if you have any more questions/just want to connect because being a neurodivergent witch sometimes just feels isolating at times! If you actually read this whole post thank you, I hope some of it helped!!

[geekynichelle]

See, my problem is Raven and Irene getting married makes for a great pride month comic event, but I also prefer bad mom Mystique, and granted I'm not up to date with every comic, however I'm a wee bit confused about how everyone currently feels about each other in that family. Also is Kurt now canonically Irene and Mystique's biological child? Because, tbh I think Rogue being their biological daughter makes way more sense, and that Kurt's dad can still just be Azazel. Then again this is the same company that apparently can't decide if Wanda and Pietro are Magneto's biological children or not so there's no point in making sense of anything.

[dogboner]

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

[moe-broey]

Had. An extremely funny vision to revamp Moe's staff.

The design isn't super final, I can never really decide how I want the accents to look... trying to keep them in line with how the Askr trio's weapons look. Especially the signature color magic glow that's present in their special arts!!!

Anna has it too!!!!! You just don't see it bc her art gets cut off in game. Also, additional image bc you don't see the handle v well in her special.

Which is why, here, the green gem is most prominent on Moe's weapon.... geen....... idk if I'm keeping the other ones that look like the summoning circle orbs. It was just something I wanted to try out!

BUT. BUT. The Main Idea here is that Moe added its own touch to the staff. Yeah, the dangly halo was a Neat idea, but this concept is just so much funnier to me..... says SO much about Moe as a character... it is ALWAYS. Making and customizing things. I can also see Moe using the carabiner practically as well! Now, I wonder why it held onto those two feathers in particular... 🤔

[giyuulatte]

i had to explain pronouns to my boss yesterday, bless her oml. so basically i have to fix our bulletin board (i work in the history department) and we are doing it the way the english department does it. and on theirs, it has the professors name, what they do, office number, and their pronouns. and one of the professors had they/them pronouns on their description, so she was like "explain this to me" and i did, and she was still confused! and, she thought pronouns had to do with you being gay...now mind you this woman is about 50-60

ok so it basically went like this, but abridged

her: explain this to me me: well instead of saying "he blah blah blah" you would said "they blah blah blah" her: but im only talking about one person?? me:yes, but you would use "they" instead of "he" her:how long has this been around? me: i mean for a while, but it's more accepted so people are more comfortable being themselves her: but why "they" me: well because they don't feel like a "he" or a "she" her: ouu this don't make no sense, as if the world isn't confusing enough. we arent adding pronouns to ours me: oh ok

lol yall think imma get fired if i add pronouns anyway??

the conversations i have with this woman, but i love her she like my second mama

[thedrotter]

re:kinder goofy (for the most part) doodle dump !!! last two are from. five months ago when i was barely starting to draw these characters but i found them amusing 😊 enjoy snacks

[cheekblush]

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