#sighs tiredly

[rumplestiltrin]

thinking to myself on whether to confront someone online about something they said under your art and ultimately deciding its not worth getting embroiled in internet discourse with the worse case scenario being painted as a hysteric for wanting boundaries

[demystifiedstardust]

An Archived Slice of Life

Fun fact: one of my posts got archived in the Alter//human Arch//ive Zo//tero. Not sure what I did to get their attention, but it is still there as of this post's queueing.

I have mixed feelings about it.

(Readmore for length)

My initial reaction was a mix of things: positive surprise at being added to a 3rd party curation of stuff, though I quickly also felt angry and weirdly exposed. I wouldn't have known my post was there had I not gone sniffing around to look at the posts there, myself. After having time to chew on it, I guess I'm ultimately whatever about it. Since they found my post interesting and/or useful enough to include, it means I'm not just shouting into a void. That is the blessing and curse of putting your thoughts on a public medium; everyone can see you, but everyone can see you. I sure would have liked to have known it was being archived... but whatever.

At the same time on a different axis, it feels weird to see it there since I'm stepping away from labels as a whole. People will continue to see my thoughts on a label I no longer wish to apply to myself, without the aforementioned context which you'd get by stumbling upon it organically. Thinking about that is... not comfortable.

It's a double-edged sword, because it misrepresents me as an active adopter of that label (well, labels), but it also serves as a springboard for people to discover my blog, and my thoughts therein that didn't make it to the archive, some of which I feel are of comparable value or even better put together than the one post that did make it in. Ironically, diving through that archive was part of my motivation to try to part with labels to begin with, because I noticed my favored reads didn't hash out what makes a labeled experience and what doesn't, but rather just talked about their experiences.

I could probably send an email to get it removed, but at the end of the day I suppose I'd rather have my voice be heard, even if it's a version of my thoughts I've since moved on from. While this is primarily a journal blog for myself, I hope there are people out there who have stumbled upon it and found my experiences relatable. My blog wouldn't be public if I didn't want to reach others on some level...

...next time, I'd appreciate a heads-up, though...

[nicepersondisorder]

question of the day: should i spend energy finally washing the dishes and cooking myself food or should i just go out and buy some instant ramen or hot pockets or a store-made meal (rhetoric question)

[ethereal--moon]

when you find a really lovely art of your fav character and you're about to leave a nice comment to the artist but then you realize it's a repost </3

[oneknightlight]

Reminding myself that speaking up for myself, setting boundaries, and pointing out when others are inconsiderate toward me is important, even if my voice wobbles while I do it, and I have to cry after.

[introspectivememories]

au where zoro's swords are sentient in the way all well-loved things are and they like sanji. they think his kicks are strong and his battle prowess is amazing and he's a worthy rival for their master. more importantly, the cook makes their master happy and a happy master is a master that doesn't make stupid decisions. the only problem is that while their master be a genius in swordsmanship, he is, to put it gently, a fucking idiot in everything else. cue wado, kitetsu, shushui (while it was still around at least) and enma desperately trying to wingman zoro

[braxix]

Elrond: Let the games begin!

Annatar: What games? What games?!

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

You guys just... NEED to see my vision rn...

IDK how many of you have seen Ferngully, but if you know the song 'Toxic Love'

Im just... I can't get the thought of the tub death scene with Paul and the concept of the boys surviving, and this is how he comes back. Just in a flood of thick, mud-like blood as his body reforms while singing "Hit me one time... Hit me twice...~" of Toxic Love has me FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

DO YOU SEE THIS????

DO YOU SEE MY VISION??? *shakes you*

[sepia-stained-sunset]

HC that during Tim's time as Robin, Bruce was working a late night case so Tim brought him coffee and complimented him on a breakthrough.

And Bruce responds with, "Thanks, dad"

The two of them don't talk to each other for the rest of the night.

[pluralbyler]

mike having that typical teenage phase of crushing on his best friend's brother and accidentally ends up having a wet dream about will and jonathan teasing him until he begs

[nadiajustbe]

On those nights when Morgan was still a very young baby and lying in his crib (and he was never quiet by nature, he's a combination of Howl and Sophie, you can only expect a walking hurricane of chaos), he would, as is typical of all babies, often scream in the night. It was very rarely a request to be fed or the cause of any pain: both parents quickly discovered that he was just waking up in the middle of the night and wanted to be naughty.

Therefore, it was usually Howl who went up to calm him down. Not because he wanted to, by any means: no one wants to get up in the middle of the night for a screaming baby, and he could have slither out of that, too, if he wanted to, but Sophie started cursing at him and forcing him out from under (their shared, mind you!) blanket. And maybe, just a little bit, he really wants to be a good father - unusual, stupid and cowardly, but still a good father.

Normally, Howl would just lean over the crib and start singing the one and only lullaby in Welsh that he remembers from his childhood: people love to sing lullabies in their own language, no matter how widespread it is. I love to remember how many Ukrainian lullabies have survived precisely because of how often they were sung at night from the heart of a parent's love.

Sophie didn't understand a word of it, but it worked surprisingly well: Morgan was falling asleep in seconds, and she found herself beginning to drift off to sleep as well. Howl would come back to bed looking like a winner, and Sophie wondered how he managed to do it every time with the same song. Especially in a language that was rarely spoken in Morgan's household: it was easier to speak English when both the child's father and mother knew it.

There were also days when Sophie was given the "honour" of calming her son. Usually, it was when Howl came home drunk from a rugby meeting or had some late-night work commitments. There were, of course, times when Sophie simply decided that she loved him enough to let Howl keep his precious sleep for one or two days.

Then she would sing a lullaby that she had inherited from her mother, which she remembered through her father, but now they were both dead, so, well, the song was rightfully hers. It certainly wasn't the mysterious Welsh notes, and it took Morgan a little longer to fall asleep, but Sophie must have been a good singer because it worked in the end. She returned to the sleeping Howl, thinking that, after all, she had two children. One is not even a year old, the other is a couple of years away from turning thirty.

One day, she decided to ask him what the lullaby he was singing was all about, and when Howl shared the translation, they were both surprised to find that the two texts had quite similar motifs: they both featured a shooting star, ancient fields, and stormy winds. Howl joked that shooting stars would never let him go, not as a child, not now.

The most interesting twist to this lullaby story came when, at around 1+ years old, Morgan started adding Welsh words to his vocabulary as he learned to speak, mixing languages. Howl thought this was a great addition: after all, not all people in Wales speak Welsh, let alone boys from parallel worlds. Sophie was not so optimistic: she was certainly happy that their child was learning new words and picking up his second native language quickly, but she did not want to ask for a translation of what her own son was saying, not even from Howl, and certainly not from Ben.

Howl assured her that with age he would learn to distinguish between them and that English would come to the fore, willy-nilly: again, there were barely two people in his environment who knew Welsh, even if he visited Megan often. Sophie would like to understand him right now, but for now she just has to accept the moments when her son points to an object and makes an incoherent set of sounds, and Sophie has to guess whether it is just childish chatter or just another Welsh word.

[teabutmakeitazure]

Wait! So I know Childe just likes to lay on reader’s bed and just watch them but i keep thinking if it were me I would lowkey get upset when anyone messes up my plushie arrangement 😭

And then I imagine once reader moves into his room 😵‍💫 like the pillow between them was one (slightly) cheeky thing but if I wake up and find my Cinnamoroll plushie on the floor I’m in my feelings all day.

Also want to add your writing is soooo good. I go back and reread your fics and feel like I have the biggest brain when I catch something. The line where you said (paraphrasing) he keeps the muzzle on and hands you the leash (?) keeps me up at night (affectionate) BECAUSE HE ACTS WEAK (er sorta?) ON PURPOSE AND LETS YOU HAVE (some) PEACE OF MIND WITH (most of) YOUR AUTONOMY ??! Yea in my head rent free

I don't have plushies so I didn't specify them because not everyone sleeps with plushies but for those who do,

yes. he punches them when you're not there. wdym they get to cuddle you and he doesn't???? sometimes he purposely doesn't smooth out their faces so you can see the after effects of the punch and when you angrily call his name and confront him when he saunters into the room, childe just gives you his best puppy eyes and goes, "well, that's what they get for hogging you."

if you find any of them on the floor, he will not confess. he'll just say something like "oh it must've fallen down when we moved in our sleep," knowing damn well he chucked it across the room in the middle of the night.

and yes!!! that's precisely what that line conveys! childe is just acting tamed. it's fun to see you think you have control over him, and it helps him catch on when you subtly try to manipulate him (like how it was mentioned in the second part that he doesn't respond to reader's subtle manipulations anymore). he knows you, and he knows what you're doing. he just lets you get away with it so that you feel comfortable <3

[miramizar]

💖 ~Happy Birthday Minseok~ 💖

✫ credits: x x x x ✫

[vastiitas]

im jst sayin if u had him against the wall and stabbed him in the side and then proceeded to kiss him, he wld experience 50 different emotions but ultimately he'd snarl a kiss back into ur lips

[ratcandy]

of course you're a favorite character of mine and have purple in your color palette

[lu-sn]

i'm sitting here thinking about my horde of fictional gremlin teenagers that i've collected and now i have a burning desire for someone to put dong'er and chengling in the same room. THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER FOR IT