#y’all are super cool really truly. i hope you understand why i’m deciding upon this rule now.

[cowboycunt]

okay i’m actually busy this evening so i need to do this properly later but just as i’ve been thinking about my output on this website i want to say that, as a white adult

a) please tell me if anything i reblog is harmful to any communities. i work to educate myself but given my privilege there is no doubt that some things slip through and i would like to know so i can educate myself further and not make similar mistakes in the future

b) this should go without saying but if you support bab or racism in any shape or form, unfollow me, block me, whatever. same goes if you’re a proshipper. output of this sort of content actively harms various communities and i do not wish to be associated with such.

c) if you are a minor, please unfollow/softblock me. nothing against y’all - some of the strongest voices in speaking out against racism on spnblr have been minors and you guys are very kind and bright. but the past day has got me thinking about my personal output on here, and i’ve realized i would rather not be responsible for some of the material you guys see. i was a fifteen year old on tumblr once, so i totally get it (and i certainly bent rules to see adult material at that age). however, since i’m in my mid twenties now, i simply do not want to contribute to the potential output of explicit material to minors who may follow me. also i know i’m bad at remembering to tag m/dni. thus i’d rather have a blanket rule. really no hard feelings i hope.

#i’m gonna go through followers n such later but i just thought i should put this out there #also like i know three minors i’m mutuals with (charlie - merv - shoo). and you guys really are wonderful but again i’ve just been thinking #about my output on here and how it affects folks and just yea. #y’all are super cool really truly. i hope you understand why i’m deciding upon this rule now. #and i’d still love to see y’all creations. i just want that degree of separation if you catch my drift #anyways yea. more later ig #fish.txt

[corvigae]

So last night in the TAZ Fic Writer's Discord @acecreates was talking about their idea for Taakitz's adopted daughter Izzy. Now if y'all know me you know I'm always 110% down to talk Taakitz kiddos, and one idea in particular stood out to me and I decided "I need to write that." So, here's the result of that.

Isabel slowly turned the knob to her parents' bedroom, trying to open the door as quietly as possible.  She cringed when it creaked slightly as it opened, but a quick glance towards the bed told her that the noise hadn't disturbed her daddy.  Good.  She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and silently padded into the room, the cold wooden floor chilling her bare feet.  She stopped short at the end of the bed, rocking on her heels a bit as she weighed her options.

Isabel wasn't sure if she should wake her daddy up or not.  The nightmare she’s just woken up from had scared her pretty badly, and she wanted some comfort.  She didn't think he'd be mad at her for waking him up, but she also knew that he'd been really, really tired when he'd gotten home from work that day, and she didn't want to disturb him.  Sometimes when Poppa and Daddy were both home she'd just curl up into bed between them, the closeness of her fathers comforting enough that she didn't need to wake them, but tonight Poppa was gone, out on a tour that would keep him away for a few days.

While she stood there deciding she heard a quiet yawn and covers shifting, as her daddy started to stir.  She held still, thinking that maybe if she didn't move he wouldn't see her and go back to sleep.

Instead he looked over at her and immediately started screaming.

Here's the thing about elf eyes - in order to be able to see in the dark they are hella reflective; think like a cat's eyes when you shine a light at them at night.  Also, when it's dark you tend to only be able to see the vague outline of things.  Lastly, a tired, sleep-addled mind tends to not be the most logical mind, so it's easy for the instinct of fear to take over completely before you're able to properly process the context of a situation.

That being said, it was perfectly understandable for Kravitz to freak the fuck out upon waking up to see a small, seemingly shapeless form with glowing eyes peering at him from the foot of his bed.

Fear and a hunter's instinct taking over, Kravitz screamed and proceeded to jump up, scrambling to his feet and quickly shifting into his reaper form in an attempt to scare whatever had managed to scare him first.  It was only after he had shifted that his soulfire eyes saw what his human eyes could not in the dark, and that was his daughter Isabel standing where the perceived "threat" had been, now backing away in fear, tears in her eyes as she looked upon what must be a truly horrifying thing for a five year old elf to see.

"I- Izzy wait-" Kravitz tried to say, but already she was gone, taking off running out the door and screaming as she went.  Kravitz's heart immediately sank.  He felt just absolutely horrible for scaring his little girl like that.  He didn’t want her to be afraid of him, that’s why he specifically never went skeletal when he was around her.  He quickly shifted back to his flesh form and went out to try to find the scared little elf.

After a few minutes of searching he finally located her under the kitchen table, sniffling and hugging her knees close to her, her big, floppy baby elf ears covering her eyes.  “Izzy?” he asked quietly, kneeling down to her level.

She started at his voice and her ears flew away from her eyes, before she whimpered and scooted back a little further from him.  That action made it feel like someone had shoved an icy knife into Kravitz’s gut.

“Izzy I won’t hurt you, I promise.  It’s just me, it’s just Daddy,” he tried to soothe.

“No, you’re not!” she shouted.  “You’re a monster that just looks like my daddy because you’re tryin’ to trick me!”  The knife in Kravitz’s gut twisted.  “But my dads fight monsters, and they’re gonna come whoop your butt!”

“Sweetheart, no, it’s really me, I promise!  That scary skeleton you saw in my room, that was just Daddy’s work-face,” he tried to explain.  “That’s what I look like when I’m out fighting the bad guys.”  He paused for a moment, struggling to find the right words to say.  “I’m really sorry I scared you, you startled me by showing up in my room in the middle of the night.”  Kravitz waited for a response from Isabel, but all he heard was more sniffles.  He sighed, then asked, “What if I got Poppa to tell you that you had nothing to be afraid of?  Would that help?”

He waited for a response again, this time hearing her mumble a quiet “Maybe,” after a beat.

“Okay,” he said, rising from his crouched position on the floor.  “I’ll go get my stone of farspeech and call him for you.”  He retreated back to the bedroom and retrieved his stone from the end table next to the bed.  He then went back to Isabel’s hiding place under the table, waiting until he got settled back down before tuning his stone to Taako’s frequency.

“Taako, dear, are you there?” he asked into the stone.

It took for a moment for Taako to respond, groaning distantly before he picked up his own stone and brought it closer to speak.  “Krav, do you have any idea how fuckin’ late it is?  Cha’boy needs his beauty sleep!”

“Sorry love,” Kravitz apologized.  “We had a bit of an incident at home, though.”

There was a rustling noise from the other end of the stone, most likely blankets as Taako suddenly sat up in alarm.  “Is everyone alright?  Where’s Izzy?” he asked, panic ringing clear in his voice.

“We’re fine, Izzy’s right here,” Kravitz said, quick to quell the fear rising in his husband.  “But she startled me awake a few minutes ago, and had a bit of a scare because she saw me in my 'work face,’” he explained.  “I was hoping that you could tell her that she had nothing to be scared of.”

“Oooohhh…” Taako said after a pause as he understood the situation.  “Give her the stone, I’ll talk to her.”

“Alright,” Kravitz said, nodding and slowly reaching under the table to put the stone on the floor.  He then put his hands up and scooted away from it, to show Isabel that it was safe for her to take it.  She eyed him suspiciously for a moment before quickly darting forward to snatch it up and then retreat back to the center of the table.

“Poppa?” she asked the stone, holding it close to her face.

“Hey pumpkin, what’s going on?” Taako asked, and Isabel seemed to visibly relax at the sound of her father’s voice.

“There’s a monster in the house!” she replied.  “I had a nightmare, and I went to go wake up Daddy, but when I went into your room there was a scary skeleton in the bed, and then it made itself look like Daddy to try an’ chase me!”

“Izzy, kiddo, that wasn’t a monster, that was Daddy,” Taako said, repeating what Kravitz had previously stated.  “That was just the face he uses to scare the real monsters.  He can’t see in the dark as well as we can - he’s not a super cool elf like us - so when you went to wake him up you scared him and he went all boney on ya.”

Isabel looked cautiously over at Kravitz, who was still backed up from the table a little ways.  “You’re sure that it’s really Daddy?” she asked.

“Swear on my life, pumpkin.  You know I’d be over there in an instant if I thought you were in danger.”

Isabel nodded, then slowly started to crawl out from under the table.  She paused as she got to her feet, and then launched herself at Kravitz in a big bear hug.  Kravitz was caught a little off guard by the hug, but quickly recovered to return the embrace, hugging his daughter close.

“I’m sorry Daddy!” Isabel sniffled into Kravitz’s shoulder.  He simply shushed her, rubbing comforting circled into her back.

“It’s okay Izzy, I know you were scared.  I’m sorry for scaring you in the first place,” he said.

��Well it sounds like everything’s resolved, so if y’all don’t mind, Taako’s gonna get some shut-eye now!” declared the stone that lay momentarily forgotten on the ground where Isabel dropped it.  “Good night!”

Kravitz laughed and said “Goodnight love!” at the same time Isabel yelled “G’night, Poppa!”  They heard the stone click off, and Kravitz turned back to Isabel.  “Well, I think it’s time for us both to go back to bed.  Do you want to sleep in your room, or my room?”

“Your room,” Isabel responded instantly.  “I’m still scared from my nightmare.”

“Okay sweetheart,” Kravitz said, lifting himself to his feet and keeping a firm hold on Isabel.  “Let’s hit the hay.”

#taz #taakitz #the adventure zone #kidfic #acecreates #michaela writes

[seashelbytravel]

Bangkok Reflections: our first stop, and starting place.

Date of post: July 14, 2019

Current location: Sa Pa, Vietnam

Date of venture post is about: Wow I’m so behind. May 30- June 2, 2019

Location of venture: Bangkok, Thailand

Back to basics. Basics meaning, back to our first city. The beautiful cultural madhouse monster that is Bangkok, Thailand.

We were only here for three days (May 30- June 2nd). We will end our excursion in Bangkok so we will be seeing the city through new eyes. I’m already changed, so I honestly can’t wait to dive deeper into that crazy place.

Night One

We arrived in BK around 12am (12pm Texas time), and yes, we were whooped after 30 hours of travel, but I was wired. Feeling incredibly alive and excited. Perhaps a tad delusional but that’s neither here or there now. We went on the hunt for beer. I think I mentioned we stumbled upon a bar named SOS. The owner was Johns age and opened the bar after he and his wife split. His bar was closed but he offered us craft beer (craft beer is a new thing in Thailand, he definitely took a risk opening SOS) anyway. We drank and chatted for a while, met some other locals our age. We are all friends on social media now and have been chatting throughout our travels. We finally decided to go try and get some sleep.

Day One

The next morning we had breakfast at the top of our hotel and then off to the Royal Palace 👑

I wore shorts and a tastefully sleeveless top. We boarded the water bus (a ferry that travels by way of the main canal through BK). Before stepping off, a tour guide told me I would need to cover my knees and shoulders, or I wouldn’t be allowed through the palace gates. Okay! Easy. I was a tad embarrassed and definitely felt like a newbie tourist. I don’t like feeling like a “tourist”... even when I’m touring 😜.

Here’s a good rule for traveling. Don’t purchase from the first place/shop/stand you see. I ended up buying two sarong’s (one for my waist, one as a shawl for my shoulders) UPON the suggestion of the seller, whom I internally deemed as a “sweet older lady”. For 200 baht each. I now know how overpriced those items were. On top of it, once we bought our tickets and began to walk through the gates, I was stopped by a guard and told my “shawl” wouldn’t suffice. That I needed a legitimate sleeved shirt. This “sweet older lady” totally knew I wouldn’t get past the guards with the sarong “shawl” she sold me but, ya know, enjoy your 200 extra baht. I’ve been using the heck out of that sarong. Luckily Johnny was (for some insane reason, because it was SO hot) wearing two shirts. So he quite literally gave me the shirt off of his back. Into the palace we go!

But first, coffee. So, we read about this special golden coffee you could only purchase in the royal palace, but neither of us remembered it when we stopped in for coffee at a shop right outside the palace gates. I ordered two “Golden Cofee’s” assuming it was black coffee, named golden for the theme of Thailand. Gold is their color. Y’all. This coffee was the best coffee I’ve ever had. I’m still not sure what made it so divine, but it caused me to snap a picture of Johnny having his first sip because I myself, physically reacted to how delicious it was.

We toured the palace for free with an English speaking guide, who was just adorable. We met other tourists and chatted about what brought us to the golden land. So many gorgeous Wat’s and temples. Words seem so insufficient and I honestly don’t know how to describe 90% of what I’ve witnessed on this trip. Thankfully, pictures will do what my mind and writing cannot. For the most part. Seeing it with the naked eye is the only way to understand the majesty. Experiencing it for yourself.

After touring the palace, we accidentally got off the ferry one stop after our hotel. We decided to walk back and see Bangkok for what it truly was. The everyday local life. We found an outdoor exercise park. For free. Why don’t we have these in America? Perhaps we like our “super size’s” too much. Why is it more expensive to be healthy than not? Oye vey. Found some cute kitties. They came straight over. Walked further and made it to our hotel after passing through the hustle and bustle of “real life”. The people who beg in Thailand just bow their heads. They won’t even look at you. We gave where we could.

No. Jet lag. None. I was pretty concerned about jet lag because it really messed with me when I studied for a summer in the UK. I’m now realizing there were many contributing factors as to why that experience didn’t and couldn’t touch the divinity of this one. We decided to chill at the hotel pool and take a nap. I set an alarm and made sure we got up because if we had slept longer, we would’ve fallen into the nap trap.

Got up, showered, then? Chinatown. Oh yes. Chinatown is buzzing with street food vendors, neon lights, grand hotels, fruit, massage parlors, bugs on a stick (no thanks), everything. If you wanted it, you could probably find it here. We found a small stand to have a local beer. “Chang”. This is my new favorite beer. “Chang” means “Elephant” in Thai. I mentioned that Johnny bought me a flower, of which I later gave to a beggar woman. She was happy, and so were John and I.

We found the little fishies that eat the dead skin off of your feet. I convinced John to do it with me. I laughed for the first ten minutes and loved every second of it. I’d like to have these guys in a pond infront of my non-existent home.

Ate some street food. Noodles with pork in pork broth and chilies. Yum. Soooo yum. We also tried a Mangosteen. A “what” you say? Mangosteen. It’s my new favorite fruit (and I’ve tried many in the short month and a half I’ve been in SE Asia). Imagine if a nectarine had a baby with a plum apple. Weird right? But it’s the best example I can think of. John buys them for me when we see them in the market (wherever we are). The mangosteen is pictured below.

Day Two

The next morning, we were up with the sun. I’ve never been a morning person. Like, at all. But here I want my days to feel as long as possible, so up at sunrise it is. Gorgeous sunrises in practically every place we’ve stopped. Then, another great breakfast, and on to tour a popular Wat nearby. A Wat? You say? Okay I’ll stop. We stopped for coffee and I was able to reconnect with some old coworkers and friends. I have so much support and love for what I’ve chosen to do with this period of my life. Grateful.

This next Wat was also, spectacular. Pictured below. We saw one of the largest “Reclining Buddha’s” in Thailand. Then, we chose to find a famous chef, featured on Netflix, and Anthony Bourdain’s “Parts Unknown”. Her name is Jay Fai. We walked forever and finally found her. With a day long waitlist. Thanks Netflix? But we got to watch her cook. She’s an artist. We ate next door. Then we took a taxi back to the hotel and got out at a market. It was just opening so we witnessed vendors setting up. Still very cool. Made it back to the hotel to freshen up for our night on Koh San Road.

Koh San Road is historically known as “The Backpackers Road”. Lined with vendors offering backpackers anything they may need before embarking on their journey. Now? It’s like Sixth Street and Bourbon Street on speed. Insane T-Shirts. Example: We saw a shirt titled “Nirvana” (like the band) with a picture of “Hanson” below. Hysterical. We decided to stop at an empty street bar named “Lucky Bar”. Tons of adorable waitresses who, were not born female. The Thai Ladyboy is their own gender here and honestly, think and feel what you will, but I just love seeing people living happily. If we aren’t happy, then what the heck are we doing? We met friends from South Korea, Indonesia, South America, and Thailand. Before the night was through, we were all dining together and communicating via google translate. We both smile looking back on that night.

Day Three- Travel Day

The next day, we hit the 9 story mall to buy what we needed and didn’t bring. I purchased some light t shirts and a long skirt. John, a handy belt that held money, and a water proof bag for his camera. Then, on the mini bus to our next stop. Petchburi. I posted about this with photos, right before my inevitable “Good Morning, Vietnam” post.

Thank you again for reading! I hope this paints a clear picture of our short time in Bangkok. I’m very excited to experience the city on a deeper level in a few short weeks. I love you guys ♥️

Photo descriptions

1) First sunrise

2) First breakfast

3&4) Golden Coffee reactions

5) Palace selfie

6) Thai kitties

7) Chinatown

8) Mangosteen

9) Reclining Buddha

10) Jay Fai