#full life circle

[cosmicpadfoot]

i met my younger self for coffee this afternoon.

she scheduled it at four pm, said she needed to take her classic nap after lunch first. i couldn't agree more.

i got there 10 minutes early and she was already there waiting for me, said she arrived just 5 minutes ago. we both commented on how we hate people that are late.

she ordered her coffee black, with no sugar. i ordered a special coffee from the shop only, wanting to try something new. i know she judged me silently for getting a sugary drink, but i decided to let that slide.

she wore a faded flannel, some ripped jeans and a pair of red converse shoes. i wore a black jean jacket with some bottoms on it, some mom jeans and a pair of red converse shoes. she told me she would always wear them because her grandma thought they were cute. i told her mine did as well, that's why i wear them almost everyday.

she said she was really insecure about her career path, but was free lancing as a graphic designer to get some money. i told her i am studying to become an architect like my grandma from my dad's side of the family was. she smiled a little, though the idea was cute, said she would think about it.

she said she like playing The Sims 3 anyway, and Minecraft too, and said she was practically an architect anyway because she loved watching The Property Brothers. i didn't have an answer to that, just laughed and sipped my coffee, which actually was too sugary for my liking.

she told me i was the first adult to really listen to her in a while, that her parents didn't really understood her much. i told her that, at her age, mine didn't either, but with time and therapy things got better and now we have a great relationship. as i watched her eyes shine a bit with hope, i told her that she would always have me to talk to as well.

she smiled a little bit brighter than before.

she told me about her friends at school, her two guinea pigs, and her favorite teachers. i told her about my friends, my art projects and my favorite teachers at uni. i also told her i wanted to get a dog or a cat, that i missed having a pet. she suggested me to get a really fat orange cat and name it Garfield. i told her i was thinking to do exactly that.

i told her that my favorite coffee shop used to be at that same street, but it closed down and became a mattress store. she told me that that was her favorite coffee place, that her and her mom used to go there all the time.

she told me she was really getting into a new band right now, called Twenty One Pilots and that they were going to tour with Fall Out Boy so they must be pretty good. she told me that she started watching a new show called How I Met Your Mother. she told me she loved watching Dan and Phil Games after school and she loved their The Sims series.

i told her that i listen to Twenty One Pilot's new album on my way to my internship. i told her that i am on my countless re-run of How I Met Your Mother and advised her to watch the alternative ending instead of the canon one. i told her i love playing Dan and Phil's videos in the background as i work on my projects at night.

she told me that she had dyed her hair blue and purple recently, i told her that i was bored of dyeing my hair so often, so now i just kept the blue peekaboo highlights. we both agreed that we couldn't recognize ourselves with just plain black hair anymore.

then, she asked me if i had my own place yet. i told her i didn't, that i still lived with my parents.

she told me it was okay, everyone had their time anyway and i was still so young that it would be an actual miracle if i was already living by myself.

i didn't answer it, surprised at how comprehensive she was. i didn't expect it.

she told me she was scared of not getting into a good uni, of choosing the wrong course and failing, and that she felt that her time was running out.

i told her that she should listen to her own advice. i told her that she didn't need to know everything right in this instant, that life would find its course no matter what, and she would be great at anything she put her mind to.

i saw the glimpse of shock in her so calculated expressions, surprised someone listened to her troubles and eased her mind. i guess she didn't expect it.

she warned me she needed leave around six pm, saying her best friend's dad would pick her and the girls up for a sleepover, it was the weekend anyways. i said i should get going as well, since my best friend would pick me and the girls up for a sleepover, it was the weekend anyways.

as i made the move to pay the bill, she insisted on paying her half. i said i would pay for everything, the coffee was my idea so it was my treat anyway. i saw her typing in her phone, a message with what seemed to be a rolling eyes emoji at the end. i decided to let that slide and even added some cookies to the bill, saying she should take it to the sleepover for her friends. i saw a little smile grow at the corner of her mouth.

when i saw my best friend's car and her best friend's dad car pull up at the corner, i noticed they were the same model and color. i smiled, and i noticed she smiled too.

i hugged her first, before she could back off or think she didn't deserve that hug. she gave me such a bone crushing hug i thought our souls would melt into each other. in a way, they would.

her best friend's dad eyes on the rear view mirror glinted at me as if he knew me from somewhere. i gave him a small wave back, knowing he would recognize me anywhere.

i watched her shove her stuff in the back seat, talking to the girls so excitedly about all the new gossip they had to share with each other. i opened the passenger seat door of my best friend's car, and the gossip happening in our backseat mirrored theirs perfectly.

i looked in her eyes one more time before getting in.

we both locked eyes. me and her. her and me. me and me. her and her.

at that moment we knew something that the whole universe was yet to find out. but that was fine, it was just for us to know anyway.

she got in the car, and as it went off i heard the giggles of her and her friends.

i got in the car, and as it went off all i could hear was the unabashed laughter of my friends.

as we stopped at a red light, our cars next to each other, i heard the notification sound on my phone go off.

i saw her big smile from the side mirror, as she was squished in the backseat with other three very familiar faces chatting excitedly at her side. faces that were now a little more mature in the car i was in, but so young in the car besides us. if only they knew.

i looked at the screen and saw her message glowing as the night sky started to come in.

"we should do this more often, it was really fun! XD"

i looked at her and nodded through the window, cringing inwardly from the XD, but at that moment i would let that slide.

i could see her eyes were a bit watery, hiding behind her fringe so her friends wouldn't notice.

my eyes were watery too, a single tear escaping through my cheek. the hair tucked behind my ears flew a bit in the wind from the window being open. i didn't hide it, and as my friends noticed that i was crying, i told them i would tell them all about it later.

"we really should! i missed you bestie!" i sent it back to her.

i saw her eyes roll as she read, probably cringing at the "bestie", i knew it would be harder for her to let that slide and she would tease me later for it, but that was fine.

the light went green, our cars started to move in different directions.

i miss her already.

☆.

inspired by the tiktok trend and the book deep in my feels by jennae cecelia who wrote the original poem that inspired the trend.

[drooland]

I'm gonna tell my kids this was Sunrise On the Reaping

[lesbiannieism]

i need 7+ seasons of dead boy detectives specifically to see the long-term payoff of charles putting a jar of bees in his bag

[ulteri0rm0tives]

It's actually so heartbreaking that in the temperance ending Johnny just.. leaves. Gets all these calls, maybe even texts, from people who don't know the extent of what happened. Who are accusing him, that are mad at him. Especially in the frame of reference that this was V's last wish. That it was V who gave the body up. That it was V who wanted this, wanted to save Johnny, Johnny essentially powerless to stop them ('just scared for ya').

And the thing is.. Johnny just lets everyone. Lets them make their own conclusions, lets them be mad at him. Lets them blame him. Lets them think, that after the love of his life the person who's ever wholly understood or cared about him the most like no other ever could had 'died', that it's his fault, that he could do that to them... Or just lets them think the worst of V as their final lasting impression or mark on this world. Doesn't try to defend himself nor V. He just leaves. Just takes it.

And you would think. You would think the one he would at least tell is Kerry. That the one to actually understand the most would be Kerry. I don't think any of the other love interests could get the whole engram situation like him, they don't have that personal history or connection to the code on the relic like he did after all. Kerry knew Johnny. Enough at least. But Johnny doesn't tell him, and Kerry just thinks V ghosted off on him and Johnny just lets him think that. And it just makes you wonder.. why would Johnny do that? Why would he do any of this?

[nitefise-art]

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[drenched-in-sunlight]

since they confirm there'll be an Elden Ring live action, & even though i genuinely wish it'd just be about the Tarnished exploring the Lands Between (with light-hearted vibe like the official manga) and leave the demigods as elusive, larger than life figures behind the scene, here is... not exactly my dream casting but my dream styling/vibe for Marika.

they've always been similar to me after all - the melancholy queen with permanently lowered eyes 🥲🥲

[yrsonpurpose]

red white & royal blue ± george villiers references I feel that James I, who fell madly in love with a very fit and exceptionally dim knight at a tilting match and immediately made him a gentleman of the bedchamber (a real title), would take mercy upon my particular plight.

[bumblingbabooshka]

I love Vulcans we need to get more into the emotional lives of Vulcans without imposing Human standards onto them. "The way you feel is wrong/repressive because it's not the way it's "supposed" to be from my perspective as an alien called Human" is boring to me especially when it's treated as correct. I wanna know how the aliens feel about their alien way of life. Vulcans are so interesting to me when written AS aliens and not as analogous to repressed Humans. I think about Tuvok's description of attachment to his family and how that isn't the emotion 'love' but something else, something that he feels no shame about having and sees as normal, as naturally Vulcan and I love it and I love it because there aren't any Humans there to go "Um actually checkmate you Vulcan s.o.b - that's emotion!" and he isn't being influenced by anything. These are his authentic thoughts. He sees his children, his family, as part of him. They were at times illogical, incomprehensible, and it was extremely rewarding to be in their lives. He thinks about them every day. They were well behaved. As teens they were contemptuous of authority and convinced of their own superiority. His youngest son loved one 200 verse story so he sang it to him. He'd rather die than betray his wife even in spirit. He's incomplete without them. It's obvious through Tuvok that Vulcan life is not inherently devoid of pleasure, comfort, or love and thus Human life (I think) should not be portrayed as inherently having something greater, deeper, more meaningful. I'm not talking here of society but of...emotional life. Interiority. There's this sense that all Vulcans are the same and miserable for it. That they hold themselves back and are indistinguishable and antagonistic to the self, repressed and wrong. That to be Vulcan is to suffer endlessly and Humans are all about Freedom Man and I don't know, I like that Tuvok's existence sort of challenges this as much as I acknowledge that Vulcan society is in fact repressive and unwelcoming to those who don't fit neatly into it. I'm not saying Vulcan society is a utopia, I'm questioning the perception of Vulcan emotional control - that way of life - as being inherently bad, devoid, or lacking. That Vulcans walk around with 'empty cups' and are only deluding themselves that to be that way is good. If only, Humanity moans, they could taste how delicious life could be! Tuvok is an average Vulcan. He does not struggle with emotion, he is not mixed species, he was not raised atypically, and yet he has a family he cares about and a wife he's loyal to and friends he values and none of these things seem to be Un-Vulcan to him. If Vulcan life was truly devoid of love and care, Tuvok wouldn't think of his family. They're not here, so why bother? When his pon farr came, he'd be trying to find the most compatible mate rather than risking his life by trying to meditate through it out of loyalty to T'Pel. T'Pel would also have just given Tuvok up for dead instead of waiting and his children wouldn't have traveled all the way to the most holy temple on the planet to say prayers for his safe return. I think these things are interesting and I wish they'd been explored more. The fact that caring about your family, caring about your friends, is not Un-Vulcan. The fact that Tuvok at no point longs for Humanity, sees nothing better or of interest to him in it. (Even in his teenage rebellion he only says he's sorry he was born Vulcan which reads less as Vulcan v Human and more like 'I hate this goddamn family' ykwim?). I want to know more about how Vulcans interact with each other, how they care for one another, what it means and what it's like to be Vulcan in more of an everyday way rather than what it means to be Vulcan vs Human.

[the-crooked-library]

i think the primary reason why K/S has such overwhelming appeal is and always shall be that it is, at its core, a soulmate bond that has to be forged. the only way a t'hy'la bond can manifest is through shared toil, hardships, and undying devotion; it must be given effort and put together piece by piece - but at the same time, by the nature of its creation, it alters all realities on a cosmic level, to the point that Kirk and Spock must meet in every universe.

t'hy'la is not spontaneous. it is not a soulmate mark, it doesn't spring to life at first sight or first touch or first word. it is destined - because it is chosen, time and time again. you cannot have one without the other

[elytrianicarus]

INFINITESIMAL!

[procrastinationaccount]

Something about Augustine cultivating a smoking habit to impress Pyrrha, Ianthe taking it up in his memory, and Palamedes having a drag in her mindspace right before he has to bid her goodbye. I wonder if Babs' mouth tasted like ashes...

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Dain’s signet means people are afraid of being touched by him. Sloane’s signet means she’s afraid to touch other people.

They are each others balance.

A first year in Fourth Wing (a marked one he was warned about of the rebellion he was raised against) & the third year Wing Leader whose father is responsible for killing her brother; making them “should-be-enemies” yet, they have impeccable chemistry. Challenging each other as one of them was rather by the books (but is slowly fraying/changing) and the other a walking rebellion, pushing them into the gray middle ground; creating a balance between them. From the moment one first says, "I’m going to hurt you" & the other "gods don’t I know it" —

… Much like "You’ll be the death of me & "she’d be the best thing that ever happened to me, I’d be the worst thing that ever happened to her" … sound familiar?

Making them the balance to the last time this happened.

Their signets are the balance, and may very well change the war… Her siphon as a signet which could be the counterpart to the Venin; as instead of draining life, she is “life”. And where a main character is now missing (what may be) crucial memories, his signet allows him to find and see memories; which could help if they don’t wish to be found.

They are the balance.

[flowers-darkened-by-raindrops]

Hermit A Day May, Day 28!

Friends of Hermitcraft- Scott & Jimmy :D

LimLife Scott by me!

Bad Boy Jimmy by @basil-the-bulbasaur <3

(Photo creds @anonymous-blob)

And bonus courtesy of Basil's debilitating Nier: Automata obsession

[fraternum-momentum]

I keep seeing this image posted and it reminds me of you because both white and fluffy and I think you said you liked bats?

EXPLODES WAUGHHHHHHH WAIT DO U KNOW ABT THOSE TINY LITTLE BATS THAT HIDE IN LEAVES

i googled it and they r called hoduran white bats they r so cute and tiny they r like cotton balls

[parcai]

ngl malistaire's not even a villain 2 me. ripping apart the whole world 2 resurrect ur beloved wife + then rule the world w her?? based. husband of the yr. realest dude ever. 🤴👸

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Rewatched the third '90s movie recently and now I'm headcanoning that the little boy Yoshi who bonded with Raph is an ancestor to Splinter’s Yoshi. Too contrived? Absolutely, but the thought makes me happy and that's all that matters