Cannot imagine whatever is going on through Mr Leonard Echowatcher's head. You spend your life yearning for a world where you lived differently, where the day wasnt soaked in war, blood, and battle. Where you could envision a future where you have a partner and a family with friends to live gracefully with. But then you are given such opportunities only to find you were never taught to be gentle, you have a gentle, empathetic nature and yet the physicality of it is a stranger to you. You are expected to raise a child with gentle hands so that she saves the world, What does that even mean? How can you accept your growing love for your friend when you were never taught how to love, that intimate love is a luxury best left forgotten, there are no need for such things in war. He has to learn to become the things he wanted bc he grew too old to develop it naturally. He becomes a father to taimi fumbling his way into learning how to care and parent, he is defensive of Aurene bc he is from a culture where they arent expected to raise their own young and yet has to do so with a dragon. It feels like a test, He has to prove both to others and to himself he is capable of being a father, of nuturing, that calloused, stained hands can still be gentle. He has to accept that love is a terrifying leap of faith in vulnerability in order to gain a partnership that is considered a rarity. I love the idea that he spent 30 years yearning for things he thought he would never have and when he is actually given those opportunities (albeit admittedly through unusual circumstances) he has to learn how to actually live in them, becuase they were always just Concepts until now. Ohhhh my god Mr. Leo you are my everything
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The realisation of knowing nothing for my spec sac hits me so hard in my little blockhead and then I simultaneously enter stage of denial where it’s like, ‘damn I got two sacs tomorrow? So neat lalallalalalla 😋’
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ik judd is a cat and there's no dogs but cmon use ur imagination 🙄
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hmmm (i keep adding sections)
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tell me why i just spend literally more than 3 hours reading a mark smau?
i think i am clinically insane...
(had a happy ending it was soooo worth it)
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I’ve had maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep since yesterday. I keep getting distracted. Need to remedy that.
Saw the audiologist today. He’s seriously one of the nicest doctors I’ve ever had. The appointment went about how I expected; no idea what’s really going on or why my hearing is fluctuating so much. Still, it was really nice to talk to him. He cranked up my hearing aids for whenever I hit another bad patch. Good visit. Or it was, until I was checking out and the ENT I saw last week came up to me and basically killed my mood. Lots of telling me I’ll just have to get used to it and that there’s not much they can do. So… that was a shit ending.
Except it wasn’t the end. About an hour after I got home, ENT calls me and says he talked to the audiologist. I had mentioned maybe having cochlear hydrops, we discussed my symptoms more, and apparently the audiologist wrote a note advocating for me in my chart. ENT admitted that there were some good points, so he prescribed me a new med to try out. It’s a shot in the dark, nothing fancy, but I felt so vindicated. So nice. I’m not expecting any miracles, but it’s nice to have a little hope.
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aww i just read a comment on the cat subreddit i frequent where somebody was asking about getting their cats used to a closed bedroom door and the comment said: Cats like to be with their owners for safety. This is why the cat wants to enter the room when you are in there and the door is closed. (Also why they guard you in the bathroom). and all i could think is, wow kinnie loved me SO much. no cat was ever as devoted to my bathroom safety as her and if i tried to keep her out she cried like i would die. i very rarely kept her out because it was so upsetting for her, i just got used to the lack of privacy and often had to wait for her to follow me if i was heading to the bathroom, because if i shut the door first she WOULD wail. it’s still been less than a year and i can’t believe she’s gone, even though i know she is. i’ve stopped automatically pausing on my way into the bathroom, which i guess is a sort of progress. tbh i hate it though. i miss having a cat who was so used to constant access to me since kittenhood that any closed door was an emergency. i miss kinnie.
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