#words I don't believe

[your3fundamentaltruths]

mousey here. yes sometimes I check to see if there are new posts. no not a creep. shut up. ANYWAY I just saw that ask about the amnesia fic and OMG I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST AN IDLE BIT OF FUN SPEC, BUT IT'S GOING TO BE REAL!!????!!!!!!

MOUSEY, MOUSEY, HIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!

SOMEDAY it will be real (TBD when). In fact, here's a scene from what I've currently got:

She blinks awake slowly but must close her eyes almost instantly as pain overtakes her. Her head’s never hurt this badly before; it is rather what she imagines a hangover must be like, given what a bear her papa was whenever he experienced one. 

But she did not have a drop to drink last night. Not of that sort. Nothing but lemonade. 

Perhaps it was all the crying. She had given herself horrible headaches her first season, crying over Colin and Marina, over her fight with –

It is no matter. And besides, her head aches far more fiercely now; it takes a few minutes for her to be brave enough to try opening one of her eyes again. 

Slowly, slowly –

“Pen?” says a girlish voice eagerly. “Pen?” She cannot quite place it; it’s not entirely familiar, but nor is it entirely unfamiliar.

But why on earth would someone be in her bedchamber with her?

She opens one eye a crack, then the other, only to find a pretty young lady looming over her, who says her name yet again. 

Well, her nickname that only two people –

“You’re awake!” the other young lady exclaims. She seems so familiar and yet Penelope cannot place her. 

She looks at the other young lady carefully – glossy brown curls, dark blue eyes, fair skin, lovely smile – and tries her hardest to remember, but it is futile. 

She is reminded of Eloise and of Francesca, but mostly, oddly, she is reminded of little Hyacinth.

Good God, can she not stop thinking of the Bridgertons for even a moment?!

Instinctively, she begins to shake her head at herself, but stops at once with a wince as her head begins to pain her again. It’s not worth injuring herself further – why does her head ache so? – by physically dismissing such a silly notion.

But dismiss it she must: Hyacinth is a girl of barely eleven, not a young lady like the stranger sat beside her. And surely it cannot be some heretofore unknown Bridgerton cousin at her side. Certainly not now. The entire clan will want nothing to do with her now that Eloise –

Now that Eloise knows about Whistledown and is so incandescently angry she will surely shout the truth to the whole of London.

She feels sick with fear – and fury.

“It’s all right, Pen,” says the unknown young lady, as if sensing her distress. “Mama is fetching towels and ordering hot water, even though I’m not sure what good that will do for a blow to the head; I rather think cold compresses are the thing for that –”

Who on earth is Mama, she wonders, still contemplating that question rather than the comment about a blow to the head – for that seems a very obvious explanation for the pain – as her companion chatters away. 

She is only half paying attention until her mysterious companion says something that catches her attention.

“Mama is sending for Uncle Nicholas and I’m sure he will be here soon –”

Uncle Nicholas?

But before she can give due consideration to what that says about the young lady’s identity, given the incontrovertible truth that the Bridgertons are in fact in possession of an Uncle Nicholas who is a doctor and who therefore would be a most logical person to seek out when faced with a head injury, the door is thrown open –

To reveal none other than Violet Bridgerton, trailed by two maids, one carrying towels with a cake of soap perched on top of the pile and the other balancing a bucket of steaming water.

“Lady Bridgerton,” she croaks, utterly at a loss.

Lady Bridgerton stares at her, aghast.

Her companion frowns, dark brows snapping together in an altogether too-familiar expression. “You –” She was right, she realizes just before everything goes black.

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[bogleech]

I still can't fathom what in the entire world I could have ever said or done to make that gerrysherry (also known as spot-the-antisemitism) person come after me, and try every possible way of reframing every anti-war feeling I have as somehow, secretly, anti-jewish. Unless they don't actually believe that, but they hope saying it enough will make people believe it?? I don't know them, never did anything to them, and yet this person has reportedly still spent weeks and weeks boosting the same thread over and over, in which they urge people to boycott my book - something I'm depending on to even be able to afford my home in the future - because they apparently insist I have only antisemitic reasons for wanting to support Palestinians. How would that even make sense?! Jewish people aren't doing anything to Palestinians, a government is. They failed to make any dent in my follower count which just keeps jumping up every day, and I'm technically making more income off my art than ever (even if it still only barely covers cost of living), but I can't get over the sheer principle of someone hoping they could spread misinfo like that with the hope of impacting my ability to live. I've never run into anything that personally vicious before, all over sentiments they just up and pretend I have? For what??

[inkskinned]

Hi, love from Brazil!

i love you. if there's a way to put my earnest, earnest hope and care into my words, know every time you read that - somewhere in america, i am giving you a hug. the world is so fucking wide, and it is WILD to me that you got my words tattooed on you.

how wonderful that many kilometers apart, we are struck by the same thing - this is life; the moment we are in, and something beautiful is happening right now. we just need to find it.

i love you, i hope today has some kind of wonder in it. if it doesn't, i hope tomorrow does. i will watch from new england; where the snow has started falling. keep an eye on brazil for me. carl sagan said we are how the universe knows itself. know wonder for me.

[fairydrowning]

You believe romanticizing life means constantly striving to create a life extraordinary enough to romanticize. But the truth is it's not a matter of creating something extraordinary. It's a matter of realizing the beauty in the life you already have. When was the last time you appreciated the way gravity hugs you to the Earth? When was the last time you heard the wind and called it music? When was the last time you studied the lines on a stranger's face and tired to read the map of their past. Tell me, how long has it been since you submerged your head in the sea? How long has it been since you befriended the trees? How long has it been since you laid in the field and listened to the humming of the bees? There is romance in morning walks. There is artistry in a sunset sky. They is magic in late night talks. There is an entire universe in a person's eyes. So, if you are looking for extraordinary, you don't have to try.

– By "Whitney Hanson," Instagram account "whitneyhansonpoetry"

[shakingparadigm]

they are sooooo cute

[wrmhles]

Lt. Ronald Hollenbeck states: Cleven buzzed the tower with my airplane with all four engines feathered. That’s the kind of guy Cleven was. I had just gotten a couple engine replacements, and he didn't get to fly too much being squadron CO, so he comes over and says; "Hollenbeck, let me fly your airplane for you, I'll put some slow time on it" and the next thing I knew, is this God d--n B-17 was coming across just about 25 feet off the runway and I looked up and all 4 engines were feathered. He (Cleven) said "I wanted to do that all my life." (x)

GALE CLEVEN + GAMBLING [part 1/?]

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Been thinking a lot about how lesbians have to pretend they never experience any adverse feelings to rejection in order to avoid the "predator" stereotype. When we get rejected by a straight woman or even just get hit with the reality that most women are straight, we're not allowed to be upset or angry or hurt about it.

I am not saying that lesbians should be allowed to verbally abuse a straight woman for saying no, but I don't feel like we're allowed to be angry at all. Even privately. Having those feelings at all makes us 'bad'.

The truth is that it very much so sucks to watch women you love choose men over you. It sucks to know that no matter how attractive and sweet and kind you are, most women will simply not be attracted to you in the slightest and there's nothing you can do about it. It sucks to know that men get to freely love women while you have to hide from bigots. It sucks to have strong, tender feelings for women that they simply do not return.

It's perfectly normal to feel deep sadness and anger over this. I'm talking bubbling violent anger that leaves you feeling like you're a descendant of the Greek goddess Lyssa. Wishing deeply that your feelings for women were returned doesn't make you a predator. Having extremely negative feelings towards the men that catch your crush's attention doesn't make you a bad person. That is all incredibly normal.

Straight men get rejected one too many times and commit mass shootings... You feeling private rage doesn't make you a bad person at all.

I just really hate that it seems like the only appropriate reaction lesbians are allowed to have to heartbreak is demure acceptance.

[catadromously]

I needed to do some proper art for Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness, which has shaken me so so deeply.

[tddoodles]

Okay, listen Courtney as a deer faun

[anewp0tat0]

it doesn't feel real to me fellas. but I don't have time to sit by and chat and unload unfortunately so I'll just drop this and be on my way, cya kind folks very soon ✌️

not professional but I liked how his eye looked goddang it. I knew I was screwing myself but I did it anyway

[your3fundamentaltruths]

For Polin Week, do you think you would add to your fic about Penelope having amnesia because I think about that one at least once a month. You’re a great writer and I love all of your fics. Thank you so much for sharing them.

Thank you SO much for the kind words, Nonny!

While it is WAY past Polin Week at this point (sorry!), I do plan to get back to it someday.

THAT SAID, I have another married!Polin amnesia AU in the works, based off the premise that Penelope has amnesia and the last thing she remembers is the night of the Featherington ball. It's currently called come morning light, but the original working title was words I don't believe and I'm torn between the two.

[bonicedemandarina]

Glorimas malleus be upon ye

Also, here's my yuusona! / Yuu oc? Yuu...idk but basically my version of Yuu. Hopefully I'll make a proper intro post for her soon

Anyways, I wanted to make something for glorimas since it came to the en server so here it is!

Click for better quality

[theabyssiniancat]

And I suppose that you have absolutely no idea how all those tiny little pocks appeared on the back of that leather chair, right?

Right.

[maiko-coy]

Just wanted to say I love how you draw sun and moon 🌙☀️they're delightfully sassy and sweet😄 and those expressions! 😙🤌💖

Absolute drama queens!!

[likedbycheri]

you can never. EVER. rule out a Charles Leclerc during a championship battle. it doesn't matter how many bad weekends ferrari have. it doesn't matter how bad the ferrari car itself is. charles has always given consistent results, so trust that man to drag ferrari kicking and screaming to win this championship, because he WILL do it, mark my words.