Having set up my new apartment, I think I am realizing I have built for myself everything my 16year old self ever wanted.
I have a cool customized bedroom where I can
•Listen to any music I want on my radio or record player
• Read all my favorite books I’ve curated in a pretty bookcase
• Make any kind of art I want at my home studio
• A closet full of cool clothes that reflects who I am
My pantry is full of food that I like and doesn’t have a lock
I live close by to my gym and I’m the most fit and healthy I’ve ever been in my life
I’m out as trans and I’m 9 months into medically transitioning
I have a really cool job at a museum
I show my art at a gallery
I have freinds
And I have firm boundaries with my family and finally privacy and safety from their control etc etc
I think my recent birthday, this move, and Mother’s Day put me in a reflective mood and realizing I’ve made for myself a life that I used to think I could never have as a teen and I’m like safe from the hell that was my childhood home..
It’s a weird feeling. A good place to be at 28 though I think. I feel like I’ve rescued my hopeless suicidal 16 year old self
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Can't believe you haven't commented on the "wear a kilt the traditional way" answer from the Attitude interview given this post 🤣
Hah! I did notice that answer in the Attitude interview, and I am of course delighted by David's continued cheekiness. I think he's mentioned in at least a few interviews now (prior to the BAFTAs, and then today) that there will be multiple costume/outfit changes, so I would not be at all surprised if a kilt is somewhere in the cards.
I suppose it might be a bit much to hope for it being this super short kilt, though...
...but we can still keep hope alive.
It's interesting as well that David just spent three months wearing a kilt almost every night for Macbeth, and given that, I imagine he will feel very comfortable in one right now. I know they had to wear shorts under those kilts for the production, but the idea of David being giddy with ecstatic glee at the thought of wearing a kilt the traditional way at the BAFTAs is almost too much to handle. But if he does...I imagine we are in for quite a treat...
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The Seven Deadly... Rings?!?!
@nocreativityfornames you're a genius I'm just gonna go ahead and swipe this and *eats*
original post here
Essentially what if we started Nightbringer but we also had the brothers in tow in the form of rings.
No, I didn't spell check this, I'm don't write very often so excuse any weirdness. I suck at grammar and ignore spell check.
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Solomon holds his hand out expectantly, presenting to you a handful of exquisite multicolored rings. 7 to be exact. Each one a familiar face, in a somewhat familiar time.
Honestly, this isn't really that astounding by any means. When living in the Devildom, you've come to expect even the most unexpected situations. The rings were probably the least surprising thing you've heard today, seeing as how you had mysteriously been thrown across time and space and landed in the Devildom... approximately 7,000 years ago. Maybe? Nobody is really good at saving dates around here, especially when the average demon lifespan stretches from now to, basically, the end of time itself. A slight over exaggeration? Again, maybe. But in your defense, in your feeble mortal eyes, that's what it may as well be.
The rings jingle in your hand as you tentatively scoop them from Solomons cold hand.
Apon first glance, they would appear to be normal rings. Pristine, each gold band is fitted with a unique colored stone matching those of the beloved demons from your normal timeline. Although, if you really focused on it, twisting the bunch of them in your palm with your fingers, you could feel how warm the metal is. It was as if someone had worn the rings before you, even though it should not have been possible, as you would be the first to bear them. Along with the warm glow of the rings, you could faintly feel an intense pulsing sensation coming from the set. Whether or not it came from what could possibly be a rapid heartbeat or the emanating pulse of horrific eldritch powers, you couldn't tell.
You go to slip them on your waiting fingers until Solomon interrupts you.
"I will warn you Mc, they were terribly rowdy before I turned them into rings, I don't blame you if you find them overwhelming to wear."
"Thanks for the warning, Solomon. I appreciate you coming all this way to help me by the way!"
"Anything for my favorite apprentice! Oh! And put in the good word for me!" Solomon winks. He turns, presumably to go and survey the Devildom of millennia ago. You're eternally grateful he went through all this trouble, not only to willingly throw himself across time and space, but to also take the time to bring along the demon brothers.
You insert each hoop onto your fingers. They fit perfectly, made just for you to wear. For a moment, there is silence. You almost begin to doubt they're even there. The only sign of anything unusual is the pulsing jewelry around your fingers, seeming to wane slowly, just until it matches your own heartbeat. Then the screaming.
"Mc! Did I hurt you at all?"
"Can you hear me?! What happened?
"AHHH, I can't believe you met me while I was in my blunder years! Wahhh!! I'm so embarrassed!!"
"Oi! Human what the hell?! What were you thinking just vanishing like that?"
"Mc, why did you leave?"
"Hon, you nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard youd gone missing! Lets go home asap!"
"..."
Suddenly, you weren't so alone in your head. A barrage of questions, sobs, and abnormal talk of urgency was flung straight in your direction. You could practically visualize the tearful Levi. The clear image of the batting white eyelashes of Mammon as he looks worried at you. Along with what's definitely becoming a new wrinkle on Lucifers face as you listen to him interrogate you. It was almost relieving to hear them speak with such familiarity to you. After being treated like a stranger not too long ago, this felt like you had brought a piece of home with you in this strange version of the Devildom.
Maybe, just maybe in the strange place, in this strange time you could make the most of it. With a sorcerer and the seven rings at your side you may just be able to tackle the newly fallen brothers of the past, the new ruling power of the Devildom, Diavolo, and finally find out why you were sent here by the one called, Nightbringer.
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Man. It really sucks how well aware I am that I need more social interaction, especially with the state of my life and mental health.
I sure would love to join a craft group! It would be great to just go hang out at a library! Would love to be able to easily visit with friends!
Unfortunately, the government has decided to continue to downplay the continuing pandemic, so no one masks or otherwise takes precautions, and I have to just. Not do anything ever again to keep me and my family safe.
No one has actually said it to my face yet, but I get the feeling more and more every day that a lot of people think I’m like. Doing this to myself, by refusing to lower precautions. And I keep sharing info about how bad COVID is and no one is listening. So. Ya know.
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God? Are you there?
Do you hear me?
Did you hear me, tonight, crying
instead of throwing up,
for the first time in a month?
Did you see me? Did you see
the way I stared at the wall,
while terrible thoughts
passed through my mind?
God? Are you there?
Can you remind me, please,
just this once, can you remind me
of all the promises?
There are stars in the sky, God.
There's sand on the shore.
But God, please.
Are they for me?
God? Are you there?
Do you hear me?
I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry
for all the things I do,
and the person I've become.
I'm sorry that all I can think
is that it means I should die.
I know my friends, my family,
wouldn't want that.
God? Are you there?
How do I stop feeling forsaken?
I'm not even depressed, God.
You brought me through that.
But I'm still in the valley of the shadow
of death.
If they take me to the hospital, God,
I'm scared I won't get a choice.
I'm scared the only choice I have
is the one I must not, cannot, take.
God? Are you there?
Do you hear me?
Do you weep for me?
Did your Son die for me?
And, God? If that's true,
why?
God, I have scars that might not go away.
I didn't mean to go that deep.
Not with those.
Unless I do something, God,
I will never be able to wear shorts again.
I've worn them with scarring, yes,
but not that scar.
God? Are you there?
God? Do you love me?
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