#and i use phrases my sister used to say even though she stopped saying them ages ago

[otrtbs]

tender curiosities, baby! ch. 5 snippet

#tender curiosities baby! #i am back to writing it tn lads #this chapter is like a complicated cake #and by that i mean she needs a lot of time to cook #and patience #anyway i was forever altered by that one poem abt the pieces of people that live on in you #like how i still braid my hair the way my grandma taught me #and i use phrases my sister used to say even though she stopped saying them ages ago #and i still ad-lib parts in this song my friend and i both loved even though we don't speak anymore #a good portion of this next chapter is a testament to that

[reminiscingtonight]

Meeting Morgan

Leah Williamson x Morgan!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Sisterly Love Masterlist

[WOSO Masterlist]

Collapsing onto your back, you can’t help but let out an exhausted groan. 

God are you sweaty. And sore. 

There’s always good sweatiness and soreness and bad sweatiness and soreness, but with the screams still echoing in your ears, this is definitely one of the good ones. Especially more so when you see the grinning face in front of you. 

Letting her pull you into her arms, you all but bury yourself against your sister’s neck. 

“You played great today, junior.”

“Thanks mom,” you snark back, punching her lightly in the arm when you hear her nickname for you.

Alex rolls her eyes. “It wouldn’t kill you to compliment me every once in a while too, you know. Even old ladies like me need a little bit of praise every now and then.”

Clearing your throat, you muster up a faux serious face. “Sorry. I meant to say you did a really great job getting put onto your ass by my girlfriend, ma’am!”

Your phrase is punctuated by a sharp salute, and you’re quick to duck away before Alex can put you into a headlock. 

The first time it happened, it was a pretty great tackle if you do say so yourself. Yes, you and Leah weren’t on the same team tonight, but the soccer connoisseur in yourself couldn’t help but admire great skill and form when you saw it. But then it happened again. And again. By the fourth time Leah tackled your sister, you had to physically put yourself between the two of them to stop Alex from getting herself a card. 

Though you wouldn’t have dared to say anything while the game was going on, now that it was over and you guys have secured yourselves a win, you know that you can tease Alex about it all you want. 

“You don’t even need to introduce the two of us anymore. I’d say Leah and I are quite acquainted now with the number of times she tackled me,” comes her retort. 

Despite the nonchalant way Alex says it, you can still see right through her. 

You couldn’t count on one hand the number of times Alex has bugged you about introducing her to Leah. And that’s not even counting the way she’s blown up your phone prior to the USWNT’s arrival in England. The second she caught sight of you, your sister has hung around like glue, every other word being about when you were planning on pulling your girlfriend out of hiding. 

A soft hand brushing against your back has you turning away from Alex. Your face breaks out into a grin when you see a familiar face. “Hey Keira.”

The midfielder is quick to return your hug, chuckling at the over-excited way you look over her shoulder in hopes of catching sight of your girlfriend. 

“You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?” The question’s directed towards Alex, but your sister shakes her head, knowing full well where you’re headed.

You’re more than happy to follow as the Lioness takes you to the other side of the field. From the looks of things, Leah’s deep in conversation with a couple of her teammates. About what you couldn’t be too sure, but you’re instantly coming up with a plan. 

Putting a finger up to your lip, you tilt your head towards the group. Keira instantly gets your drift, a devious look on her face as she gives you a nod in agreement. 

Georgia notices you first. She spots your approach from miles away, noting the way your eyes are gleaming with mischief. She only has time to roll her eyes at you before Leah’s following her gaze. 

Blue eyes light up with delight when she catches sight of you.

It’s a bit comedic how you and Keira instantly deflate. The two of you will just have to wait for another day to cause mayhem.

“Hi babe.”

“Don’t ‘hi babe’ me. I’m mad at you.”

Your pout is instantaneous. “Babe,” you repeat, winding your arms around Leah’s waist. You know you’ve already won when you see the hints of a smile on her lips. 

Leah still tries to act annoyed, scrunching up her nose at you. “You’re so sweaty.”

“Kettle meet pot,” you roll your eyes, wiping at her forehead with your sleeve.

Leah’s quick to tangle her fingers with yours when your hand drops away from her face. She pulls your intertwined hands back up to her lips, pressing a light kiss against the back of yours. You can’t stop the instantaneous flushing of your cheeks. 

Georgia lets out a hoot, teasing the two of you, but Keira’s quick to drag her away, providing you two a bit of privacy. You make a mental note to thank her later. 

“You know how much of a sore loser I am. You couldn’t let Lessi score a couple more goals or anything?”

You throw your head back, laughing at the pout that’s now present on Leah’s face. “I’m sure I’d get kicked off the team if I let all of the forwards get past me.”

“Well not all of them. Just Less.”

You laugh again, drawing Leah into your arms. She instantly sags against you, tightening her grip around your body. 

“I’ve missed you.” The words are spoken directly into your neck, but you still manage to hear them.

“You saw me last week.”

You can almost feel Leah rolling her eyes at you. Rather than answer, she presses a discreet kiss against your skin. It takes everything in you not to let it show how flustered you’re starting to get.

“I’m trying to sweet talk you and all you’re going to focus on is how wrong I am?”

“Sorry babe. I missed you too.” It’s spoken with a little laugh, but both of you can hear the truth behind your words. 

Ever since getting together, it’s rare to not go more than a couple days without seeing each other. Even when going away for your national team camps, the two of you always made sure to facetime each other whenever possible, whether that meant losing a couple hours of sleep just to catch the other. However, this time around neither of you have been able to sneak away much alone time. Leah’s been busy with her captaining duties while your national teammates have been trying to soak up as much time as they can with you before they inevitably leave across the ocean again.

“Just a couple more days.” Just a couple more days before you’ll finally finish your round of games. Just a couple more days until you can put back on the familiar red and white you’ve come to call home. Just a couple more days and you can curl up in your girlfriend’s arms, not having to worry about leaving them for at least a couple more months.

Leah hums but doesn’t say anything else. 

For the next couple moments the two of you just try to soak all of it in. 

Wembley is crazy. It’s huge, it’s beautiful, it’s what every soccer player could only dream of. But you’re here. And so is Leah. Though not on the same team, at least you get to experience this together. 

Pressing one last kiss against Leah’s hairline, you pull away. She’s instantly pouting your way, sad of the missing heat. 

“Go out to dinner with us tonight?”

Leah starts to say something before she stiffens, eyes looking a couple inches above your shoulder. 

You don’t have to turn around to know she’s made accidental eye contact with your sister.

“Us as in…”

“Alex wants to meet you,” you apologetically confirm. You could only put this off so long before Alex takes it into her own hands. At least this way you’re able to control when and where it’ll happen. 

Almost as if she can sense the discussion surrounding her, Alex materializes right by your side. Leah almost jumps by how quickly the forward does so, but you’re quick to glare at your sister. 

Your eyes tell her everything you want to voice. 

Be nice. 

Alex rolls her eyes in response. Placing her arms around your shoulder, she all but shoves you out of the way so she’s standing in front of Leah herself. 

Scowling at Alex, you brush yourself off. You know she definitely hears your grumbled curses as you carefully come to stand beside your girlfriend. 

“Five.”

“Pardon?” Leah blinks, a bit confused by what Alex is trying to say. You’re a bit confused yourself, eyebrows furrowing in slight concern. 

“I know five different ways to make you disappear without a trace. You know, just in case you break my sister’s heart.”

“Alex!” Your jaw drops as you turn red.

“And trust me when I say no one will ever be able to prove anything.”

“Alex!” you hiss, this time with more vigor. 

Leah is quick to give your side a squeeze. She meets Alex’s eyes evenly. “If I ever break her heart, you’re probably going to have to get behind all of our Arsenal teammates who would be more than happy to help you make me disappear.”

“Leah, don’t encourage her!” you groan, dropping your head against her shoulder. 

Alex’s lip quirks up, amused by Leah’s response. Her eyes narrow a bit before she’s letting out a hum. “I like you.”

Leah lets out an awkward chuckle. “Thank you?”

For the second time in mere minutes, Alex bodies you out of the way, sliding up beside Leah as she loops an arm around your girlfriend’s shoulder. Alex’s serious face has dropped, and you’re not sure you like what you see there as she starts leading Leah away from you. 

“Now that we’ve got the whole shovel talk out of the way, which embarrassing story do you want to hear first?”

“Alexandra!”

You’re left chasing after them, cursing at Alex as you try to stop your sister from spilling any secrets.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #Ace writes

[howlingday]

Years Later...

Blake: (Writing)

Kid: Mommy, what are you writing?

Blake: These are memoirs. It's the story of my life.

Kid: What's the story of your life?

Blake: I dunno. I might do another draft...

Kid: Mommy, is fuck a bad word?

Blake: ...

Blake: Yes. (Doorbell rings) Come in!

Weiss: (Enters) Hello, Blake, and hello,kid~! Guess what Auntie Weiss brought for you~!

Blake: Weiss, she already has enough toys-

Weiss: (Pulls out gift) Oh, it's fine, Blake.

Blake: Seriously, I live in the biggest house in Menagerie and I'm still running out of space for them!

Weiss: You're exaggerating. Besides, I know for a fact that she doesn't have this toy~! (Hands over gift) I have a list, you know.

Blake: Is that the Wild Queen playset? Her grandma bought it.

Weiss: Why doesn't your mom ever coordinate with me?

Blake: (Window shatters) OH MY GOD!

Ruby: (Giggling) Whoops!

Blake: Ruby Rose!

Ruby: Hey, Blake!

Blake: I thought I told you to stop doing that! You could have hit my kid!

Ruby: Wait, you have a kid?

Blake: Yes! You met her!

Ruby: Oh yeah~!

Blake: Why are you here, smashing through my windows?

Ruby: Well, Ozpin and Maria said my eyes might be going, because I thought that window was wide open.

Weiss: I invited her.

Blake: Why?

Weiss: It's been too long since we've had a soiree with the old gang.

Blake: I hate soirees!

Weiss: I know. That's why I'M setting it up!

Ruby: Is Team RWBY getting back together? Let's grab Jaune and Ren and Nora do a big old adventure with them!

Blake: I already told you she's not invited anymore, and besides, didn't you throw your back out on the last adventure?

Ruby: Ah, that was three years ago! I'm all good now!

Blake: (Knocking heard) What?! Come in!

Yang: (Enters) You! Ruby Rose!

Ruby: Hi, Yang!

Yang: For the past three years, I've been seeing you going on dates with every boy you can get your hands on in the tabloids, and I want the truth!

Weiss: Can you even handle the truth?

Yang: Care to explain?!

Weiss: I don't think you can.

Yang: Because I introduced you to some guys, and you told the press, "Oh, yeah, my sister just loves hooking me up with her guy friends!"

Ruby: You do, though! Why else would you help me make more friends?

Yang: Then why didn't you phrase it like that?!

Blake: Hi, Yang.

Yang: Hi, Blake. (Back on Ruby) I've been getting messages and letters and everything else from all my guy friends and guys I've never even met, and every morning, Dad gives me this side-eye of sheer disappointment! Like it's my fault, or something!

Weiss: You know, you could use those guy friends, too.

Yang: Oh, please, Weiss, like you know anything about being a good sibling! Winter has pretty much banned you from Atlas, and your brother probably doesn't even know if you're alive or dead at this point!

Weiss: Nice try, but I call my siblings every month.

Yang: Yeah? I talk to Ruby every week, because I know for a fact that I'm not too busy to talk to her! And what exactly are you too busy to talk to them for these days? Killing Grimm- nope, they're all dead. Running the SDC- nope, your brother is in charge. Having a family- nope, you're just inserting yourself into everyone else's lives!

Weiss: Well, at least I have options of men and women to choose from. You don't see me getting asked for a hook up with my siblings.

Kid: Auntie Weiss, is fuck a bad word?

Weiss: Oh gods, did I just drop an f-bomb?

Weiss: No, sweetie~! I said flop!

Kid: Is flop a bad word?

Blake: She learned it from a kid at school.

Weiss: Oh.

Blake: (Lights flicker) Oh no...

Nora: (Rises from nothing) BEHOLD, THE ALMIGHTY NO'RA! YES!

Blake: No!

Nora: NO'RA HAS BECOME THE ONE TRUE ELDRITCH CREATURE OF THE WORLD OF REMNANT! Now you have to say yes to a date with me! Our destiny is written in the fading lights of the stars!

Blake: You're already married to Ren AND I have a restraining order against you! You're not allowed to be here!

Nora: FOOOOL! YES! NO'RA has infinite time to study law! NO'RA will crush your restraining order!

Blake: Vrbr Ktah.

Nora: Huh? "Go away-" (On fire) AGH! AAAAAAAGH!

Blake: THAT'S IT! EVERYONE OUT! GO!

Weiss: But Blake, we haven't ordered drinks yet!

Blake: I don't drink anymore!

Weiss: But I thought that was for the pregnancy!

Yang: Thank you for having us, Blake. (Everyone leaves)

Blake: (Hears knocking) WHAT?!

Pyrrha: (Sheepishly enters) Uh, I'm here because-

Blake: The sign says no solicitors!

Pyrrha: (Leaves)

Kid: Mommy? Is fuck a bad word?

Blake: Yes.

#rwby #dawn somewhere #blake belladonna #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos

[floralifetime]

Toruk Makto's Sister

Warning: very bad writing, some grammatical error (English is not my first language so please be kind), mentions of death, mentions of racism, some bad words.

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Orange means Na'vi language.

Chapter n.5 Omaticaya of the Forest.

Not welcoming the guest is shame, driving him away is cruelty.

As we walked Jakey passed me, despite the bandage on my arm I still felt very weak, I probably strained my body too much, but I can't do otherwise. Behind me I hear the little ones giggling, I turn towards them quickly, stroking the black tufts on their heads that should be their hair. “It's okay, little ones. I won't let anyone hurt you, I'm here with you." I whispered, trying to calm myself more than them, even though she saved us and showed no sign of wanting to attack, that doesn't mean other Na'vi don't want to, it's unwise to follow her, but Jakey I don't know what he's thinking with currently…And I don't know if I want to know.

“Hey, well, I just wanted to thank you for killing all those…Beasts, yeah.” Jakey took her arm, forcing her to stop. I sighed heavily as the woman just hissed at him, her bow aimed at his chest. “Don't give thanks for something like that.” she limited herself to saying while I joined my brother, which was not easy between the fact that I no longer have much strength and that I also have to be careful because of the little ones on my shoulders. “Jakey, don't thank for something like that, you know? It's just… Ugly, sad. She has blood on her hands because of us.” I try to make him think while she looks at me intensely. "You're right, it's a sad thing." she answered, while my brother bounced his gaze, confused, between her and me. "Our fault? But sorry, those beasts attacked us and it would be our fault?” he asks, still not knowing who to look directly at. "Jakey, they shouldn't have died, and if you had listened to me from the beginning, with that blessed flashlight, we wouldn't be in this mess and she wouldn't have bloody hands." I pointed out. My brother, still not understanding, he realizes it's best to back away from his beliefs, so he throws his hands up in the air with palms showing, "Okay, okay…Sorry, I didn't mean to, whatever I did, I didn't mean to." The Na'vi woman stopped looking at him and returned her gaze to me, who smiled at her. "You see, listening to me isn't so bad, brother?" I retorted as he turned to me. "Why can't you be like her?" the woman hissed, her tail wagging excitedly. I looked at her confused, like me in what sense? I don't have…Anything special.

“She see, she hear, she understand!” she paced each word as if it were obvious, as if she had lost the patience to explain the same thing over and over to people, or Na'vi, who were dumb. “Reckless, but capable. With children on her shoulders she managed the situation better than you, knowing how to protect them, herself, you and even the Viperwolves!" she looked like she was about to scream and I wondered how she lunged given that she continued to hiss. “While you…You are a child! You cause confusion and damage, not knowing what else to do and where to go!” she finished and given my brother's intelligent expression, I understood that he didn't understand what she had said at the end, better, I don't think he likes to be offended at random. “Have you… seen the little ones?” I asked shyly, she looked at me, sighed and nodded. “They weren't easy to spot, you hid them well.” “Um…Thanks, I did my best, I didn't want the little ones to experience such a dangerous experience.” I say while stroking the little head of both, the boy just stared at my fingers and tried to take them with a concentrated expression, while the girl smiled. “Okay, I understand.” he begins, though I doubt he fully understood what the woman said. “So, if you love your forest friends so much, why save our asses?” he asked and I could hardly keep myself from slapping him for having said those words, I don't want the little ones to learn to swear rather than speak. “Why save you?” she repeats, staring at him inquiringly. “Yes exactly. Why save us? I can understand her having little ones on her shoulders, so they don't die you save her too, but why me?” my brother insists, I don't know what to think, I don't…Like him talking so openly about the risk he took, I don't know why. His words cause me to squeeze close to him as he turns and wraps his arm around me, squeezing me lightly. “Why save you?” she asks, taking his eyes off me and fixing her stern gaze on my brother. Who knows what she has suffered, what or who she has lost, what she has seen and heard, to be so rough in her tone of voice, to have so many edges…Her gaze softens slightly as she approaches and places a hand on my brother's chest. “You have a strong heart, you are not afraid.” To my brother's bad luck, the compliment does not last long. “But you are ignorant and incompetent! Just like a child!” she takes her hand away abruptly, hissing at him again and turning to leave again.

“Hey! Wait come on!" Jakey started following her again, I want to tell them to slow down, but I don't think the woman would do it and I don't want to burden my brother with my whining, so I just try as hard as possible to follow them, always being incredibly careful where I put my feet. In a certain respect, however, I am lucky, the pain, fatigue and tiredness do not make me lose agility and the ability to move as if I had always walked on the ground of this verdant forest. “If I'm really like a kid then how about…I mean, you could teach me, right?” my brother insists. “You can't teach humans, they don't see.” she replied sharply, dryly. “Then teach me how to see.” my brother replied. “No one can teach you how to see, Jakey… It's something you can't learn or teach, you feel it inside, you just have it.” I try to explain to him. The woman whose name I still don't know, turns to Jakey as she continues walking “It's the truth, you can't see. You are like blind men wandering in the dark, without light, all of you except…Except her.” she said, nodding at me with the simple, yet elegant, movement of her head. Jakey looks at me and smiles, giving me a conspiratorial wink as the woman finishes. “She seems able to see, understand Eywa's will.” I lower my eyes and smile shyly, in their culture only the Tsahik has the effective task of interpreting the will of the Great Mother, a Na'vi would hardly tell someone else that he is able to fully understand it, as just she did. It is an honor to receive such a compliment. “Irayo, you are very kind.” I say in a soft and calm voice, if there was a little more confusion, my voice would get lost in the sounds of the forest.

“Listen, you speak excellent English, where did you learn? I know Grace Augustine designed a school, were you taught there?” my brother asks, trying to satisfy his curiosity but the woman doesn't seem to want to satisfy it. "Excuse me, can I ask you something?" I ask her after stroking the baby's little head that he had let out a whimper. The woman stops again and nods at me. “Could I…know your name?” her beautiful golden eyes widen, while I smile softly. It seems to me a bit of a duty to know at least the name of who I see, who I hang out with, it's more respectful and empathetic as a thing, I find it right to show interest in others, in their stories, it's my way of showing respect. Of course always if you respect me in turn, otherwise my kindness turns into indifference, and even the latter reaps many victims. “Neytiri.” she said briefly. She doesn't seem willing to talk much, she starts walking again before Jakey can introduce us, and since she still doesn't understand anything about her, she follows her again.

“Hey, really, can't we just talk?” my brother asked while he reached her again, I, on the contrary, remained slightly further back, I felt my veins throbbing, despite everything I don't know how long I will hold out without calling my brother and asking him for a hand. I accelerate to reach them and I succeed, I even overtook my brother who, trying to jump from a branch, slips and risks falling to the ground from a height that wouldn't leave him much escape if he fell. “Jakey!” I scream in fright, but luckily for us Neytiri simply reaches out and grabs him, saving him from a possibly fatal fall. “Oh, thank the Great Mother you are well! You gave me a stroke, man!" I say excitedly, terror filling my entire being, not just my voice, as I wrap my arms around Jakey's neck. My brother sighs and, not being able to hug me otherwise given the presence of the little ones who have been calm so far, he tightened his arms around my hips, filling my head with kisses. “Irayo, I don't know what I would do if I lost my brother.” I thanked her, she simply nodded and, with an indecipherable gaze, she observed us for a couple of seconds and then turned around and resumed her path. “I need your help.” my brother tries the kindness card. “You are just a child, one of those who have gone too far into unfamiliar territory.” she finished and then resumed walking quickly towards what I assume is the direction of house, for her.

“Jakey, I don't think she wants us to follow her, can we give up? She might be downright annoyed by our insistence, don't you think?" I asked, hoping he understood the woman's feelings, but apparently, I was hoping wrongly. “I just want to figure out who she is and learn, little sister. Nothing more." he whispers back as she still tries to get her to teach something that can't be taught. An alarm bell rings for me regarding my brother, he has never been passionate about studying and learning, he is more practical, about manual and war things, not so much into studying…It's not like him to be eager to learn something. Seeing her stop abruptly, we imitate her. She is looking up but I can't pay attention to her. My shoulder and wrist really hurt and I have to take advantage of the moment of pause to be able to rest, so I look around and, once I have identified a trunk large enough to lean on, I did it to catch my breath. I felt better enough to face the rest of the journey without feeling sick, but a perceptible glow even with my eyes closed made me open them to try to understand the cause.

The first thing I saw was Neytiri's astonished gaze looking at both me and the tree I was leaning against, my brother was also staring at that tree, so I turned around too, as the glow I had noticed was coming from there. The light came from all over the tree, which lit up in alternating rhythms, as if following its own melody, its own rhythm, its own specific reason, as if someone else were telling it what to do and how to do it. After a couple of seconds, I realize that the glow glows in rhythm with my breath, with one of life's major indications. When I remove my hand, because I feel well enough to continue walking without having to stop every second, the tree stops glowing and returns to its natural color during the night, an incredibly dark blue, passable for black to the less attentive eye, or lightly colorblind. “What…What was it? What happened to my sister?” Jakey asks, finally letting go of the air he's been keeping stuck in his lungs. “I have no idea, I didn't notice what tree it was.” I said smiling because I had heard the giggles of the children. A sharply released breath drew both of their attention to Neytiri. “Wow…” she just said, as she looked at me with a look I couldn't decipher, but she had nothing negative, I felt reassured by this lack of negativity. “So, which tree is it?” my brother persisted and the Na'vi answered him “It is Utral Tsaheylu, also called Utral Tirea.” she didn't even look at my brother, her eyes were locked on mine, or at least on me in general. “It's…Very rare, isn't it?” I asked and she simply nodded. “So can someone explain to me?” my brother asked, unable to understand why he was being ignored. “I have never seen Utral Tirea react like this with any Dreamwalker. You have to…be particular.” she said approaching while I, slightly uncomfortable by her intense gaze, stroked the dark tufts of the two little ones, who laughed and reassured me.

After this 'incident' Neytiri looks up again, while I just feel a slight tickling sensation on the front of my shoulder, thinking it was a pet or a light drooping liana, I turned around and started to gently brush it away and it's It was then that I realized that it was none of this. It was a Holy Spirit, a seed of the Tree of Life, an Atokirina, also called Woodsprite in our language. If I had to describe them I would say that they resemble a jellyfish, of those found in the depths of the oceans, totally white in color with small protuberances at the end of the long filaments, these protuberances are covered with a delicate hair, always white. They move by floating in the wind, retracting and stretching these long filaments, they are incredibly important and sacred to the Na'vi culture. I slowly slipped my hand under him and stroked the long bumps with my fingertips, carefully, gently. The seed immediately settled on the palm of my hand slightly moving the threadlike protuberances that I touched with such attention, feeling a bad sensation I looked up only to see my brother being the idiot he always was, abruptly sending away an Atokirina who had approached. “No!” Neytiri yelled and grabbed his arm. “What are they?” he still asks amazed. “They are Atokirina, pure spirits, seeds of the Tree of Life, considered incredibly sacred by the Na'vi. In our language they are called Woodsprite.” I explained as so many specimens of these sacred seeds piled up near me, I breathed deeply and felt at peace, calm, as if everything was following a predetermined path, the will of a benevolent higher being. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, then began interacting respectfully with the Atokirinas. I carefully placed the tips of my fingers on their protuberances, stroking them with care and delicacy, I allowed them to rest on my body and to stay there for as long as they wanted, when they go away I gently accompany them upwards, so that they are facilitated in reach their next destination.

“Thank you for your kind visit, Pure Spirits. It has been an honor to be able to see and interact with you, Holy Spirits.” I whispered in the language of the Na'vi when all the Atokirinas had risen to the sky and were leaving, the most latecomers had lingered on the noses of the little ones, while they laughed amused and observed that strange "thing" with awe and curiosity typical of the little ones. They were so adorable that I couldn't help but smile too. After this mass demonstration Neytiri grabbed my wrist and started pulling me along with her. “Come with me, follow me.” I barely held back an aggressive hiss, she had a grip on my injured wrist. “Hey, be careful!” my brother yelled, stepping protectively in front of me, after forcing Neytiri to let go. “Sorry Neytiri, but my wrist still hurts a lot, could you please grab the other one?” I ask her, leaning my head to the side, she nods taking her good wrist, without however ceasing to pull me after her, Jakey shamelessly takes advantage of Neytiri's change of opinion to follow her again, as if he hadn't done it before.

“Neytiri, but where exactly are we going?” I asked her as I did my best to keep up with her, the tiredness starting to take over again. She didn't answer me and we passed through a path surrounded by bioluminescent plants and a small, but quite steep, cliff. Plants are not dangerous, they are also to be used in healing, not hearing my brother's footsteps next to me I turned around seeing that he couldn't help but annoy them. “Jakey, leave those poor plants alone and get moving!” Jakey listened to me, for once, and joined me. “Jakey, please don't separate yourself from the two of us, okay?” I asked and the little girl seemed to want to scold Jakey too because she pouted at him. “Lovely little one, it's okay anyway. I couldn't help myself." he smiles justifying himself. He was about to stroke the little girl's head when a thick rope wrapped tightly around his legs, trapping him. “Jakey!” I yelled and pulled my wrist out of Neytiri's grip, and she stopped and whirled around. My brother lifted his face off the ground and frowned at me as I ran over to him and knelt in front of his face. “Jakey, are you hurt that much?” I asked as I examined him, looking for signs of any injuries. “I'm fine but I could have been better, sis” he said as if it were obvious, i took his knife and cut the rope, just before he could stand up we heard the distinct clatter of hooves so we all turned around.

Many Na'vi surrounded us, pointing their weapons, bows and spears at us. A good number were on foot but even those on Direhorses, or Pa'li, were not few. One in particular, with the most frowning and hateful expression of all of the others, seemed to lead the whole group. His eyes rested on me for only a couple of seconds as Jakey, recovering from his stupor and fall, had taken the knife from my hand and positioned himself protectively in front of me, the blade poised to strike if it were been necessary. In a desperate attempt to protect the little ones, I leaned my back against my brother's, careful not to crush the children, took a deep breath and looked up, staring fearlessly at them. I moved slowly, until I was back in front of my brother, keeping all three of them behind me, even though my brother didn't seem to like it. "Calm down, calm down guys." Neytiri came to our rescue. She approached what seemed to be the leader of the group, while I adjusted my hair to better cover the little ones, thank goodness they're playing with it, at least they're calm, even if I don't know how long it will last. The man dismounted from the Pa'li, disconnecting his tail from the antenna of his steed. "What does all this mean, Tsu'tey?!" He looks at her for a second, then turns his gaze back to us, weighing us up and down, disgusted. I frowned further, he must know that I'm not afraid of him, otherwise he could take advantage of the situation and I don't want that to happen, if I'm going to die, I want to do it with dignity. “These sky demons are not allowed here.” he just said, hatred permeating every word. Who also knows what he has lost, who has been taken away from him, what has been stolen from him, to prevent him from seeing a little further. What did he go through to make him so harsh and judgmental? I don't know how Neytiri is going to get us past this handful of Na'vi warriors, but I have to trust her, I don't think she would have dragged me here herself if she wanted to see me die, they aren't that bad. If we only learned to look, we'd have a lot to learn from them. “There were various signs that it had to do with both.” she just says, with all the calm in the world. “They deserve to be looked into by the Tsahik.” she just concluded, while Tsu'tey looked us up and down, again, he seems not to want to look too much since he looks away quickly. “Take them with you.” he just said as he remounted his steed and started to move back. Neytiri approached me, effectively protecting me from the onslaught of the other warriors, gently took my hand and urged me to follow her. “Come on, we're almost there.” she whispered, as if she wanted to soothe me as I, in anguish, constantly turned on my brother, hissing and screaming at anyone who attempted to grab him. “Stop. Let him walk alone, he will follow us without constraint.” again Neytiri with a calm mixed with enviable authority, came to our rescue, so Jakey too was let go and was free to join me and Neytiri walking without anyone pulling him from side to side. I thanked her but I didn't have much strength to speak after that, the only times my voice was heard again was when I had to reassure the little ones.

I don't know how long we walk, the only thing I notice is that no one dares to get too close to me, even Jakey is left alone but he is always more threatened than me, I make myself heard every time it happens. We arrived in front of a huge tree, wonderful and that they all call "home", Hometree. It is even more beautiful than the images that Grace had shown me and I could not help myself “Wonderful… This is your house, am I right Neytiri?” she turns to me and nods with the look that she hides awareness, like it's obvious that I like her home, I don't know how she could tell. “What is that, a tree?” my wit master brother asks and I roll my eyes in a sigh as Neytiri hisses at him again. "It's called Hometree, it's not just a tree, Jakey, it's their home." I explain to him with all the kindness and calmness I'm capable of. Neytiri led us in and we were surrounded immediately, the Na'vi looked at us suspicious and wary, what did our kind do to them, precisely? What crimes have we committed to make them feel so suspicious and so agitated? Jakey walked up to me and started checking how I was and if the kids with me were okay. I smile at him as I see him loosen the band on my shoulder, hearing a rustle in front of me, I turn around and find myself in front of the clan leader. Grace told me about him a couple of times, while she told me anecdotes and answered all my questions. “Oel ngati kameie, father.” Neytiri greets him, which explains her authority over the others and why they listened and obeyed her words so blindly. She is a kind of princess of the Clan, if we are to speak in terrestrial terms. The chief, whose name is Eytukan if I remember correctly, looked us up and down, his nostrils flared and his furious expression became disgusted. I turned my gaze to my brother who still hadn't raised his, he was looking at my wrist, as if he was undecided about something, he probably didn't know whether to try to look at the wound or leave the Taxax leaf wrapped around my wrist. “I said these demons should never come back here!” he screamed so loud that the frightened little ones let out soft whimpers. “Shhh, it's okay, it's okay…” I whispered tenderly, as I ran my hand over their little heads, turning mine to kiss their cheeks. I glared at him, I don't care who you are or what role you play, I owe you respect if you show it towards me and if you make helpless and innocent children cry then you don't deserve my respect, for now, at least. “You should have killed them on the spot, why did you bring them here?” he lowered his voice slightly, I don't know why he did it, definitely not because of my look which he might have found offensive, but nevermind. “I was going to, but then…Various events happened, various signs from the Great Mother, I couldn't kill them.” replies his daughter, her calmness and self-confidence are to be envied. “How long has she been watching us?” my brother whispers and, in order not to get both of us in further trouble, I decide to shrug my shoulders, still paying attention to the little ones. “The smell of these demons fills my nostrils and disgusts me.” he said in his language thinking, probably, that we didn't understand anything but the movement of my ear and my eyes must have convinced him otherwise as he began to examine me again with a furious look.

“Someone is going to explain to me…? Sister?" my brother asks, looking at me confused, and before I can actually give him a logical answer, Neytiri beats me. “My father is deciding whether or not to kill you.” she says, always with a cold blood that is disturbing. I immediately stiffen and whisper comforting words to the little ones so they don't realize the terrible emotions and thoughts that go through me. I wonder how Neytiri is so quiet, but I can't focus on this aspect of Jakey playing the idiot, again. "Oh, your father?" he starts and I don't like how he's going to end it. "Pleased sir." he extends his hand to the leader and approaches him, while the other Na'vi surround him growling and hissing I rub my face violently, in an attempt to calm my anger mixed with disappointment, a more stupid thing Jakey just couldn't do. But didn't you see me greet Neytiri before? I sigh, deeply irritated by the situation and the turn it's taken, I open my eyes to see if the situation is getting worse and if Jakey is in danger, and it's because he doesn't understand that he should back off.

My body stiffens further and I also feel that the children perceive my anger and unease, I have to hurry up so they don't cry. My breath catches immediately, my heart races, the blood pounds in my ears, my eyes widen and the tail behind me starts to move in an agitated manner, slamming the ground violently several times. A sound comes out of my mouth that is a mix between a deep hiss and a half scream from a Na'vi pissed to death with the other clan members in front of her when in reality, the only person object of my anger currently is my brother because he never listens to me and doesn't reflect on what he does and the consequences his actions bring. I love him so much, but sometimes this attitude of him drives me crazy. I walk towards my brother, hissing and growling at anyone who dares to get too close to me, the little ones or my brother himself who backs away quite frightened, he knows me and knows that provoking me is never the best choice to make despite my nature sweet and kind. I grab him by the shirt without saying a word and drag him away from the circle that had closed around him. Once he's brought to a safe position I let him go but not before growling at him. “Now you stay here and stay still, is that clear?” I hiss and he nods with his ears retracted. I breathe deeply a couple of times, my body relaxes, my heart slows down, the blood in my ears stops and I calm down a bit, even if the tension around us remains incredibly high. “Listen to me for once, is it that difficult?” I scold him by running my hand over the little heads of the little ones, they're all too good at sitting still all this time, I expect they'll soon burst into tears. Before my brother can answer me, someone else's voice is heard. “Stay back! I will control these aliens!”

Well, here is the fifth chapter of the story✨. I hope you like it and, if you want, see you in the next chapter, number 6👋.

©️Floralifetime May 04-2023, please do not republish, repost, steal, modify, translate or claim my work as your own. All rights reserved.

Taglist: @avatarbyamara, @sweetirilly.

#tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey #jake sully x sister reader #avatar

[pearlsoflongago]

Looking into the Garden

Life and Love

Geraniums by Childe Hassam

Portrait by a Neighbour

Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you’ll find her A-sunning in the sun!

It’s long after midnight Her key’s in the lock, And you never see her chimney smoke Till past ten o’clock!

She digs in her garden With a shovel and a spoon, She weeds her lazy lettuce By the light of the moon.

She walks up the walk Like a woman in a dream, She forgets she borrowed butter And pays you back cream!

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne’s lace!

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

Paysage au Bord du Lez by Frederic Bazille

Heartsease Country

TO ISABEL SWINBURNE

The far green westward heavens are bland, The far green Wiltshire downs are clear As these deep meadows hard at hand: The sight knows hardly far from near, Nor morning joy from evening cheer. In cottage garden-plots their bees Find many a fervent flower to seize And strain and drain the heart away From ripe sweet-williams and sweet-peas At every turn on every way.

But gladliest seems one flower to expand Its whole sweet heart all round us here; ’Tis Heartsease Country, Pansy Land. Nor sounds nor savours harsh and drear Where engines yell and halt and veer Can vex the sense of him who sees One flower-plot midway, that for trees Has poles, and sheds all grimed or grey For bowers like those that take the breeze At every turn on every way.

Content even there they smile and stand, Sweet thought’s heart-easing flowers, nor fear, With reek and roaring steam though fanned, Nor shrink nor perish as they peer. The heart’s eye holds not those more dear That glow between the lanes and leas Where’er the homeliest hand may please To bid them blossom as they may Where light approves and wind agrees At every turn on every way.

Sister, the word of winds and seas Endures not as the word of these Your wayside flowers whose breath would say How hearts that love may find heart’s ease At every turn on every way.

—Charles Algernon Swinburne

Picking Flowers by Auguste Renoir

The Flower's Name

Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss Hinders the hinges and makes them wince! She must have reached this shrub ere she turned, As back with that murmur the wicket swung; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her robe's edge brushed the box: And here she paused in her gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk-white phlox. Roses, ranged in valiant row, I will never think that she passed you by! She loves you, noble roses, I know; But yonder, see, where the rock-plants lie! This flower she stopped at, finger on lip, Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim; Till she gave me, with pride to make no slip, Its soft meandering Spanish name: What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake. Roses, if I live and do well, I may bring her, one of these days, To fix you fast with as fine a spell, Fit you each with his Spanish phrase; But do not detain me now; for she lingers There, like sunshine over the ground, And ever I see her soft white fingers Searching after the bud she found. Flower, you Spaniard, look that you grow not, Stay as you are and be loved forever! Bud, if I kiss you 't is that you blow not, Mind, the shut pink mouth opens never! For while it pouts, her fingers wrestle, Twinkling the audacious leaves between, Till round they turn and down they nestle— Is not the dear mark still to be seen? Where I find her not, beauties vanish; Whither I follow her, beauties flee; Is there no method to tell her in Spanish June 's twice June since she breathed it with me? Come, bud, show me the least of her traces, Treasure my lady's lightest footfall! —Ah, you may flout and turn up your faces— Roses, you are not so fair after all!

—Robert Browning

Still Life with Flowers by Edouard Manet

#literature #poetry #dark academia #light academia #classic #inspiration #books & libraries #classic academia #pierre auguste renoir #childe hassam #algernon charles swinburne #edna st vincent millay #robert browning #edouard manet #frederic bazille

[opinated-user]

So a bunch of anons have been going to Ginger about Lily drama, and her and Lily have been having fun reblogging some of these messages, calling them stalkers, delusional etc.

A quote that got my attention was Ginger saying she won’t stop being friends with Lily “because she's cool and I like her and the fact that Lily isn't a spiteful person”. Look, I don’t know her personally so I have nothing to add about the first two points. But the third one?

She isn’t a spiteful person?

Lily Orchard?

Lily “made a comic, video and hate campaign to harass her ex” Orchard?

Lily “stole her exs last name as revenge and now her wife has that name too even though it would have been the perfect opportunity to change it” Orchard?

Lily “writes self-indulgent fan fics where she straight up murders the characters she doesn’t like” Orchard?

Lily “we should kill all cops and republicans” Orchard?

Lily “commonly uses the phrase “drink bleach” or other methods of suicide as a retort” Orchard?

Lily “several past friends and fan have come out and openly talked about her toxic behavior and proceeds to openly say their names so her fans can harass them” Orchard?

Lily “her sister came out about her trauma surrounding their family and Lily herself, and Lily calls her a liar and an abuser” Orchard??

…Does Ginger seriously have her head stuck in the ground, or does she simply not care about how Lily had treated other people?

(Note: the fanfic one is fine on its own. Everyone should have freedom of expression. My point was that, and everything else put together paints a pretty telling picture)

not only all of that you mentioned, but i remember how LO was right after she and Ginger broke up. maybe ginger forgot or doesn't care or legitimately forgave LO for it, but i still remember those posts vagueposting about ginger, about how upset she was about the break up, about how unfair it was and it all looked like simple rage bait into having Ginger react negatively just so LO could have a new punching bag. just like how she did out of Lizzy, just like she did out of Carousel. LO was willing to have a whole "comedic" bit on their TOH podcast episode about how Ginger being so weeb was the reason they broke up, without telling Ginger about it mind you, and even MO, who usually is the ultimate yes woman for everything her wife does, was shocked that was ever her thought process. Ginger either is in the deepest hole of pure denial because of all the years of grooming LO put her through, or she truly never realizes how close she was to be the target of LO's spite for the crime of not wanting to be her girlfriend anymore. either way, her lack of any compassion towards the many obvious examples of her injustified ire tells me too much about how little she cares about others outside of herself.

#lily orchard

[ceasarslegion]

Im thinking of keira again oh no

She was so incredibly smart that she stopped fighting us on taking her painkillers when she realized that her joints would stop hurting if she ate the weird pill in her dinner too instead of spitting it out

And one time she ate an entire box of 24 wax candles after meticulously opening the box they came in, and then somehow put the box back on the counter as if we wouldnt notice the CANDLES WERE GONE

She was trained incredibly well, never barked unless something startled her or she was telling someone to knock it off, was very gentle with everybody, even let little toddlers win tug of war with her (when she was a viciously powerful tugger who refused to lose with the grown ups). She even had her own little language. There was distinct difference in her playing growls and her angry or warning growls. She would play bite while wrestling but would never bite down, just a little hold in her mouth. If she bit by accident at all she would stop immediately and lick you all over the place she bit by mistake to say sorry, and we taught her the phrase "im sorry" for when we accidentally bumped into or stepped on her so she never took it personally and would go right back to sunbathing instead of looking at you with betrayal. She also liked to go with my little sister to play so that she could protect her, only to end up stealing the neighbourhood kids tennis balls and bringing them home because they were her favourite ball to play fetch with. Thief! Thief!

She loved the smell of babies and would poke her snoot into strollers to go sniffsniffsniff at them, and then would like to make them laugh by licking their little faces.

She also loved water so much, because she was a lab. We never had any trouble bathing her because she heard the shower go and would perk up like "for me??? Water for me????? Bath time???? :D" and jump right in. I used to take her out to the beach that was right where we lived in abu dhabi to go swimming together. She loved to run in the sand and jump in the water with all my high school friends and i. And then we would towel dry her as best we could and let her lay on her beach towel with her toys while we uh, totally legally drank at the correct age to do so and generally did high school boy things.

She loved cats. Absolutely adored cats. She played nicely with them and always wanted to be friends. The neighbourhood strays did not appreciate this as much. Many times happened where she approached a stray with "play? Friend??" dog body language, only to get hissed at and then look at me with big sad eyes like "why wont it be my friend? 🥺" she hated other dogs though. She never ever liked other dogs. We think something may have happened with another dog before we got her. She had this best friend in a neighbourhood stray who always came to visit our backyard and would like, politely sit there like it was asking if keira could come out and play. Keira would always run up to wherever we were with her tail wagging and lead us to the yard where the cat was sitting. They played so nicely together, theyd usually take turns chasing each other in circles and then lay down together when they got tuckered out.

Obviously i walked her on a leash but she never needed one, she would never stray out of our sight. She also loved stuffed animals, just to cuddle with. She had the giant ikea dog that she carried around with her everywhere and it got so stinky with dog drool that whenever we washed it she would sit in front of the washer and dryer and pout for the rest of the day. It was her favourite toy and definitely a comfort object. Every other toy she destroyed on sight in typical labrador fashion, but not stuffed animals.

She also had her chair. It was a black leather recliner that was her chair. She always hopped on it and curled up and took naps on it. She loved her chair, it was her main spot and came with us throughout every move we made with her because she loved it so much. It was the perfect proportion for a dog of her size to curl up in the seat of and rest her head on the arm of like a pillow. My parents said they couldnt bring themselves to get rid of keiras chair until nearly a year after we had to put her down

She had such a rich life for a pup that started as a rescue from an abusive owner. She saw multiple continents and multiple countries, made so many new friends, explored more of the world with her nose than most humans do in their lifetimes, and made so many fun memories.

I couldnt be there when she died. I was in my last year of uni about to graduate on the other side of the world. I kinda knew it was coming though, thats why i took a video of the last walk i took her on before i flew back to toronto that semester. You dont spend 16 years growing up alongside a dog without kinda knowing intuitively when these things are about to happen. I miss her a lot though, and i wanna get a tattoo of a black lab swimming at some point because of how much she loved to swim.

She was the best dog i ever could have grown up with, and no other will ever compare to her or replace her for me. I hope one day i'll be healed enough to take another pup into my life, but im still in the process of moving on from her. Its been a really long and arduous grief period that i feel isnt gonna let up for a while yet.

#ramblings

[potpourri-of-ecclecticism]

I’ve been watching The Borgias (2011, Showtime) recently, and you can see that I have already GIF-ed a few scenes on my blog. I have perused the show tags on Tumblr, and one question caught my attention - how is Cesare’s love for Ursula different from his love for Lucrezia. In the earlier episodes, I camped with those who said that Ursula was his first “serious” love, while what he felt for Lucrezia was infatuation and possessiveness rooted in their blood connection. Cesare, from the beginning, is shown to be a young, hot-blooded lad who cannot keep his emotions in check around his sister. But when Ursula enters the picture, coinciding with Lucrezia getting married and physically separating from Cesare for the first time, he does what he knows best - becomes Ursula’s saviour (not before he saves his sister one last time from the  grips of her vicious new husband). So, Cesare and Ursula go around town, not being able to keep their hands off each other, hearts racing every time they meet, and then he sleeps with her, following which, she decides to spend the rest of her life serving God. This leaves Cesare heartbroken, as much he conveys to Lucrezia when she visits for the first time after her wedding. So, we know that he was in love with Ursula briefly. It was a whirlwind romance for him, ONE THAT WAS DIFFERENT FROM WHAT HE FELT for Lucrezia.

These theories become apparent in the season 1 finale episode, when both the women come face-to-face, with Cesare in the picture. Cesare leaves Lucrezia with Ursula, now going by the name sister Martha, to help hide Lucrezia’s illegitimate pregnancy (as per her wishes). The conversation goes like:

He is focused on Ursula thus far, having met her after a long time (presumably). But when Lucrezia says this, he looks at her momentarily:

appreciating the fact that she understands the tribulations Ursula must have gone through to make this choice for herself, just like he did a few episodes earlier. THEY ARE ON THE SAME PAGE REGARDING URSULA.

Ursula then replies:

To this, Cesare’s gaze again flits from lady love to sister:

The gaze he gives to Ursula says that he is listening closely, weighing her words and interpreting her intentions all at once, but the moment she pulls in Lucrezia into the equation, his gaze softens, like as though saying “I know right, I’ve been distracted by [her beauty] for so darn long”!

Then Ursula takes Lucrezia’s hand and leads her to her room, giving her friendly advice along the way. As she does this, Cesare stops her and warns her that he will be visiting them often. They have a bit of a tensed back and forth, where he teases Ursula with his passive aggressive words and expressions (L bearing witness):

As an aside here, it is pretty interesting to see that Cesare addresses Ursula as ‘SIster’ instead of the usual ‘Sister Martha’ (even for formality sake in front of another individual), almost like there seems to be an intentional ambiguity as to whom he is relaying the message. He’s looking at Ursula, his tone is provocative, but his phrasing and the message in itself is tame, something he’d want to tell Lucrezia in private (as is evident from the jubilant smile she gives in reciprocation). It may well be that the message is for Lucrezia, and Cesare uses morose humour to indulge Ursula in the process. But I digress.

Back to the scene, he then turns to Lucrezia. Immediately, his expressions soften once again, a heavy burden descends in his heart as he realises the gravity of his sister’s condition and not knowing when he’ll see her next. Much like what he felt at the time of her wedding, a sense of déjà vu swarms over him, of his vulnerability, that led him to meet Ursula in the first place. The camera work in this moment also reinforces what truly matters to Cesare: it pans away from Ursula and lumps the siblings up together, the movement is so smooth and exquisite that we as viewers can see Cesare GRAVITATE towards Lucrezia and her receiving him whole-heartedly. This moment cements the fact that Ursula is all but a passing phase in Cesare’s life, one that he can control, while Lucrezia is... his basic instinct.

In a crowded room, Cesare and Lucrezia will somehow ALWAYS find each other and come together. They ditch all public etiquette and become IMMERSED in one another, acutely sensing what the other needs and giving/receiving without the fear of social stigmas attached to their actions. Everything is INVOLUNTARY when it comes to this duo.

The energy at this point also turns much more serious and beguiling, almost seductive (as with all their scenes), when compared to the passive aggressive banter Cesare has with Ursula moments ago. How his demeanour and expressions change between Ursula and Lucrezia is very telling of the fact that Ursula was a fleeting love, while Lucrezia is a permanent impression on his soul, like the crucifix on Jesus Christ. He loves(d) Ursula with his heart, while he loves Lucrezia with his soul.

#the borgias #lucrezia x cesare #cesare x lucrezia #cesare borgia #lucrezia borgia #ursula bonadeo #meta #personal #discussion #love #attraction #parallels #cinematography

[haru-chi]

-might have a little spoiler-

I won't call this a solid theory more than "what if" kind of scenario or some thoughts going on in my mind a bit ..

it's about Matoba Seiji ...

don't remember what actually triggered this idea but I wonder ..

was the Matoba leader before Seiji his father ? it's mostly yes but I don't remember this actually said outright anywhere before, was it mentioned it was his father ?

anyway, do you remember that one phrase that Seiji love to keep saying alot either to Natsume or Natori ??

I know Seiji hated mostly because of this line of thought and how he can be messed up when it comes to that ...

this whole scene got me thinking alot that I felt him saying this here followed by this ..

don't know about you but this whole scene and dialogues felt to me it holds more weight than it looks like .. it felt it has some deep personal meaning to him than it seems which is why that led Natori to ask that question, if he ever wanted to stop being an exorcist ...

now, what does that mean exactly ?? I thought alot and tried to understand the hidden meaning and unsaid words, but it never clicked, nothing did which led me losing my mind for a long time ><

not until we learned more about him and Shinobu in the current storyline and something clicked

Seiji is the younger while Shinobu the older right ? she should've been the future leader of the Matoba ... do you remember why she wasn't picked or favored as the next leader ??

it was because Seiji was more powerful than her, he has such a talent that she can never have that even though some believed she's better overall because Seiji is hard to control but for the future of the clan Seiji is the best choice in the end.

also, it might've been clear who's the leader fav child is if we hadn't heard about Shinobu till now and that little Seiji was talking about the leader taught him this and that sometimes.

"use the tools available. the capable get things done and those who can't should stay out of the way"

this line might actually be about him and his sister, something the Matoba leader before him taught him (his father mostly) which he followed through himself with his children.

he used them as mere tools for the future of the clan, at that time the clan was pretty weak and about to lose their position in the exorcist world. between the two only Seiji hold the key to give them the glory they sought again so no matter how good Shinobu was, no matter how hard she might've worked, all of that will never amount to anything. just because Seiji was far more powerful than her. Seiji having bad manner and attitude than her ? hard to control ? simple just fix it by teaching him. right ~

back then I couldn't fully grasp the meaning of his expression here, but now I feel I get it better. I mean if all his father taught him is using people as tool or how to be cruel and never care what other think (he used his own children as tools and Seiji experience it firsthand yaay) .. having a teacher who teach the true valuable things ?? such an option was never there for Seiji and never will at the time.

"How long is he going to continue to pretend to be normal ?"

Seiji was never normal because of his power and natural talent, he was bound by duty and have invisible chains on his life and true desire just because he was this powerful that he got used as a tool and by none other than his father and on top of all his sister hated him for it too.

on the other hand Natsume has the same power as him or far greater than him yet he's free and not shackles be this power of his unlike him.

this is a "what if" kind of random thought and ideas and we don't even have any kind of direct/indirect info so all of this is pure assumptions on my part. it refused to leave me ever since it clicked so why suffer alone, just thinking about Seiji and Shinobu is just yeaah -heavy sigh-

#natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #matoba seiji #I write this while my body is breaking down and my health suffering greatly #so don't mind me if nothing make any sense or have any mistakes #just ask me if nothing is clear :) #am I the only one who had such an idea ?? #I don't remember how it clicked but yeaaaah #I just love overthinking things huh #love making myself suffer #Seiji is just making me go crazy with anything related to him #this manga can be too much for me sometimes that I just thinking about it alot

[spurgie-cousin]

Yes do tell the story of the ring! We are a bit behind in Holland (sister wives-wise lol) but from what I've heard Christine told a story about Meri and now Meri is pissed?

Yea so Christine recently told this story in one of the "one on one" episodes (I wish they'd just call them Tell Alls but w/e) and Meri got mad because she said it wasn't a story she wanted to be public. But people realized afterward that this story had also been told by the lady who catfished Meri and Janelle, who mentioned it in an interview before Christine so.........idk if she just didn't know about that or she just needed to take some of her anger out on Christine or what.

Here's what happened: So when Kody and Meri first got legally married, they exchanged rings as one does and Meri got Kody a gold band with maybe some diamonds in it? And he wore it for years, even after he married Janelle and Christine, it just kind of functioned as his all-inclusive wedding band and he and Meri considered it to be a special symbol of their relationship.

So this next part is the version told by Christine and Meri and disputed by Robyn: Apparently around the time Kody was getting ready to marry Robyn, he just stopped wearing the ring all of a sudden, and when Meri noticed she understandably was like "hey where the hell is my ring" to which he said, "oh, I melted it down and saved the gold and the diamonds". Robyn says this happened waaaaay after before (i had to edit that my bad) she came into the picture though (spoiler alert, you can see Kody wearing the ring in the first episodes of the show while he's dating her so. She's lying.)

Christine says he told her that he did this because he "didn't want to feel like Meri had any power over him" anymore (which ??????). Another way Meri phrased it was that he didn't want to feel like she had any "claim" on him, and that was all the detail they went into. But according to Janelle, he used the gold and diamonds to make rings to give to some of his daughters, idk for what occasion. All of this was seven years before Meri's catfishing incident btw, and she insinuated that it really contributed to her feeling lonely in her family.

So Meri was obviously extremely hurt by that because he didn't ask her or even warn her he was doing this, and each wife had their little special things with Kody and that one was hers. After that they started the Claddagh ring tradition where Kody wore one and so did all the wives, but according to Christine at some point before she left Kody stopped wearing the Claddagh ring and he and Robyn went out and designed a new one? So he wore that for a while, and then most recently he and Robyn were out shopping and he saw some ring with a horse on it and now he wears that one, which he's explicitly said is only a symbol of him and Robyn's commitment.

I think a big reason Meri got mad is that before Christine told the story, she and the interviewer (Suki) were talking about the aforementioned stupid horse ring and laughing at it, and Meri for some reason took that as Christine laughing at her (imo she wasn't at all). Christine was already being asked questions about rings and probably though the story was fair game since it's been told before.

Anyway, I just think Meri was really embarrassed/hurt and didn't know what to do with all of it. And honestly, for me, it's hard to fault her for that because what a fucking awful, humiliating, belittling thing to do to someone who's supposed to be your spouse.....just from the stories we know about, Kody has treated her like absolute garbage and I think any sane person would have a hard time knowing how to deal with that.

I'll post the video though so you guys can see for yourselves and let me know what you think.

#the stories about kody and meri just keep getting worse #he went back and forth for years between treating her like the only person that mattered in the world and someone who didn't mean anything #to him. so like it makes sense to me now why she stayed because she probably thought this is just how he is and one day he'll like me again #but god he was so awful to her. #sister wives #kody brown #meri brown #christine brown #robyn brown

[just-an-enby-lemon]

My Scriddler headcannons over Batman The Audio Adventures:

1. Ed and Jon start hang out cause Ms. Tuesday bullies Ed. She is basically forcing him into team ups with Scarecrow because she wants to hang out with her gf Autumm (and because she worries about him, honestly she is his only friend and she is a teen he hired to a part-time job, he needs someone his age to hang out, prefencially someone he isn't paying to).

2. Autumm is more gentle and is subtly manipulating Jon into the team ups for basically the same reasons: Crane needs friends and she wants to be able to kiss her gf on work.

3. Small tangent Autumm and Miss. Tuesday are both not cis (Autuum is nb and Miss Tuesday is trans) and they go to high school together. They study in the same building as Dick Grayson (who is transmasc in this universe cause I said so) but Dick is a middle schooler so they don't interact much.

4. As a social experiment Miss Tuesday secretly starts "borrowing" Ed's phone to send heart emojis to Crane at random. She always whipes the evidences so Ed has no idea she is doing it. He knows she is stealling his phone but not what she is doing with it. The though should annoy him more, but as Jeremiah Arkham once said he has a weird unexpected soft spot for the kid (the phrasing was more on the side of "I cannot understand why he listens to a sassy teen and not to the very qualified doctors but if it can be used to stop the propery damage related paperwork he causes I'm glad." ).

5. Somehow the random emojis, constant team ups and several casual hang outs are enough to convince Jon that he and Ed are dating. He proceeds to tell it to Autumm who tells it to Miss Tuesday.

6. Now everyone thinks Ed and Jon are a couple except Ed.

7. It lasts until one day they are fighting Batman and Robin casually says "you and your boyfriend are going to Arrkham, Nygma" and Ed's reaction is "Did you hit your head, Boy Wonder? Did Barman's constant child endangerment finnally took it's tool? I don't have a boyfriend" and Jonathan who has being fighting with Edward over his lack of sleep in the last two days and truly didn't sleept just looks at Riddler sadly and says "Are you breaking out with me?"

Ed's reaction is a very confused "Am I breaking out with you? What are you talking about? We were never dating. Has the world gone mad?"

8. At this point Robin is unconfortable and regreting very much the fact he brough the subject up. He was just trying to be supportive. Catwoman had looked very happy when he acknowledged her relationship with Vicky Vale. Apparently he was the first person to not call them "friends" or "sisters". It even helped him realize that when people said Bruce and Harvey used to be "besties" before Two-Face they ment the same thing. So when Miss Tuesday told him Riddler and Scarecrow were dating (they hanged out in costume sometimes, after patrol, she called him brat but was always up for it, mostly they went to the batburguer ordered some junk food and gossiped about heros and villans, he called it "his information gatering mission" when explaining his disapearances to B) he decided that he wouldn't be one of this weirdos and just call them boyfriends. Miss Tuesday sayed it was a great idea.

But noo, Riddler had to be weird about it.

9. They prooced to have a discussion over their relationship. Good side is they agree they are dating actually. Bad side is that they were too distracted over it and now they are in Arkham.

10. Queerplatonic relationship goals.

#scriddler #i have other hcs over batman audio adventured #this show is really funny #batman audio adventures #riddler #scarecrow #miss tuesday #autumm #bruharvey #is a small mention but it is there #because in this particular media a ship them #Selina Kyle x Vicky Vale #i ship this version of them soo much #robin #dick grayson

[no-side-us]

Letters From Watson Liveblog - Apr. 18

The Copper Beeches, Part 3 of 3

In hindsight, it's kind of obvious that Alice is the prisoner. There's not really anyone else it could be, and I don't know why I just believed Mr. Rucastle when he said that she left for America.

I guess this story is another case of a young woman abused and controlled by her father. It's unfortunate how many of these sort of situations Sherlock had to deal with.

That's a smart way of doing things, more so when the parents are pretending to be sweet and smiley all the time. And I doubt he'd care either way, but I'm curious if little Edward knows that he has a sister locked in the attic.

I can't believe Alice was kept in such deplorable conditions. Honestly though, the main thing I noticed was the lack of any sort of place to use the bathroom. No mention of a toilet or anything, not even a bucket! That just makes it so much worse.

I don't see this ending well for good ol' Carlo the mastiff.

Terrible and gruesome.

Well, on the bright side Carlo got a real good bite out of Mr. Rucastle's throat before Watson had to shoot it, so at least in the end he got some revenge for his poor treatment.

I'm not sure how this scene is supposed to come off, but to me the fact Mrs. Toller mentions how the court should take all this makes her seem like she's out for nobody but herself. Especially with her saying that she was Miss Hunter's and Alice's "friend" despite not really doing anything to help either one.

And this was ultimately all about money, which is insane. I hate to imagine any of the real life scenarios Doyle was deriving these stories from, mainly because they probably didn't end happily with someone like Sherlock coming in to help.

"Worrying her" is an interesting way to phrase it. I feel like it hides a lot of what was most likely threats and abuse. I highly doubt she got brain-fever just from Mr. Rucastle bothering her about it from time to time.

Okay, so Mrs. Toller did help Alice escape, so I take back my words about her being only out for herself. Still, I feel like there must be something else she could have done in all that time Alice was imprisoned.

I'm amazed Mr. Rucastle survived. Amazed and disappointed. I'm also surprised that Mrs. Rucastle genuinely seems to love him. You'd think she was just here for Alice's money or something. But she has a kid with him, so I suppose that makes sense.

So everything for them just goes back to normal? Nobody got punished? Legally I mean. Keeping someone locked up against their will seems like a crime punishable by law. Or is the fact Alice was Mr. Rucastle's daughter mean that he got off scot-free?

Also, Mrs. Toller, despite helping Alice escape, just goes back to work for Mr. Rucastle? I can't imagine he's okay with that.

Good for them. It's a shame we didn't actually get to meet Alice or Mr. Fowler, but based on how devoted he was to her I think it's safe to say they'll be happy together.

I don't know what Watson's expectations are, especially since Holmes has only thought of Miss Hunter more as a sister than anything else.

Good for her, too. Sometimes I'm glad we don't see some characters again, cause it means the last note that we're left with is a happy one.

I have some few remaining questions.

Why was Mrs. Rucastle crying alone so much? Is her relationship with Mr. Rucastle really bad (which wouldn't be surprising) despite what Watson wrote earlier? Or was it actually just because her kid is shitty?

And about that kid, I don't know why but I'm very curious as to his thoughts about all this. I'm also sorry he won't have better parents.

And regarding Mr. Rucastle's plan: the impersonation didn't work, right? Cause Mr. Fowler still came back to the house for Alice despite Violet waving him away when she was pretending to be her.

Also, why didn't they fire Violet after they stopped having her pretend to be Alice? That seems like an easy way for someone to find out about her imprisonment. Although maybe they just genuinely needed someone to look after their kid.

Another also, but now that I think about it, if Sherlock weren't a part of this story Mr. Fowler would have still convinced Mrs. Toller to help Alice escape. The only difference would be that Mr. Rucastle wouldn't have gotten his throat torn out. So I guess Sherlock's appearance is justified.

Good story. I'm glad I read it.

No tease for the next one? Guess it'll be a surprise.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

#letters from watson #the copper beeches #sherlock holmes #john h watson #violet hunter #jephro rucastle #alice rucastle #mr fowler #mrs rucastle #edward rucastle #mr toller #mrs toller #carlo the mastiff #liveblogging sherlock holmes

[elainsweetcobalt]

Hi, I saw that a court of thought answered this anon and I am sure that she is talking about you... fyi

"I saw your back and forth with one of the nastiest El/riels in the fandom and I wish I could have saved you from the effort to talking to a wall. I'm not surprised to see her reputation continues to set the way for her and her friends. Her phrasing and condescending "sweet girl" attitude is super easy to put together, she is fooling no one. She is also OBSESSED with some of the big Gwynriels in the fandom.

My suggestion block her, and while you can't stop them from using burner accounts, if they go through the effort of stalking you, says more about them at the end of the day.

I can't believe we have to remind people these are fictional characters, shipping characters should be fun and lighthearted. Someone shipping another potential couple is not life and death and it gives nobody the right to behave like a scorned lover out for blood and revenge.

Elain IS NOT REAL. What she thinks she is feeling is a projection of her own limited interpretation of the text. It is laughable how much some people take for face value vs taking in all the context. If SJM wants Elain and Lucien to be together, guess what, SHE WILL PUT THEM TOGETHER. For someone who is getting multiple degrees, I'm genuinely concerned of the education they've received if they don't understand consistent patterns. Imagine thinking Elain wearing blue is sign of endgame but Gwyn's bracelet with blue caused an uproar. Mor wears red, does that mean she is truly Cassian's mate. Oh Emerie is associated with purple, Feyre, out the way dear, Emerie was Rhy's true mate all this time. There is a reason El/riel's jumped ship in 2021 and their engagement is dropping. Not the other way around. T"

her response.

A young girl referring to others as "honey" and "sweetie" in a condescending way is pretty much a calling card for immaturity. So is throwing around the degree they were obtaining at 20, acting like it proves how serious and superior they are to all others even though a few years later they are taking delight in instigating fandom drama.

My sister has two degrees and she completely lacks common sense. My husband has a Masters, can build a computer from scratch and code a video game but often struggles with adulting.

My father in law dropped out of high school at age 16 yet managed to work his way up to Vice President of a company in New York City (before his retirement), where he traveled all over the world and ended up having box seats for Super Bowls.

Degrees are wonderful but many times, they don't mean much of anything except for someone's ability to memorize information. And they definitely don't make someone more mature.

And the point you were making about the characters and their colors is valid. They latch on to something so long as it supports their ship while acting like there is no possible meaning behind it if it comes to another.

At the end of the day, the only thing that matters in this fandom is trying to get into the head of SJM by paying attention to her patterns and writing style.

It doesn't matter who is a doctor, who is a lawyer, who is an author themselves, who is a server, who is a psychologist.

None of that matters because SJM could care less about what any of us do or whether her characters are following the patterns we expect of them. She only cares about what SHE wants and where her characters take her and our personal lives really don't factor in to any of that.

Truly, the only way we can get a leg up on the future of the series is pay attention to the type of author she is, the romance she prefers, and what she's done with characters in the past.

I've been following you for quite a while and I haven't seen you being nasty or any of the things she says, I hope that doesn't affect you.

Hello Anon! Ok I'll start with this sigh First, why is this so long?

I don't know what reputation they're talking about or how I'm such a nasty person, I also don't know what big Gwynriel accounts I'm obsessed with when I only interacted with a gwynriel once and it wasn't a BIG account. If someone wants to call me a witch, go ahead but at least have proof of that.

We all know that they are fictional characters, I never said that it's not funny how this person uses that argument and immediately tries to embarrass my professional education, I have NEVER used my professional title to validate my arguments, I think that only the people closest to me know what I do for a living, I did not say hey I studied this so my argument is more valid, so as usual they are simply a lot of lies.

about the response of A court of thought, I don't think I can say much. I'm glad her family is well and multitalented I guess.

I never thought that the word "Dear" was an insult and I didn't think that would lead someone to insult me because of my age someone who had already tried to shame me for my age before. I'm 24 not 14 please, or tell me directly that "must respect my elders", nor that someone treated me like an idiot and after blocking me edited their reblogs.

I'm tired of condescension and hypocrisy, among other things in this fandom. Thanks for reaching out, and I hope you continue to follow me and enjoy the content I post, but it's not worth the time or frustration. She can say what she wants, but those who know me know the truth.

#anon aks #I'm a little tired of this fandom

[astarkey]

The Famous Proust Questionnaire

I was tagged by the lovely @heatherannchristie to participate in this questionnaire! Thank you so much for tagging me, it was fun!! 🥰💖

What is your idea of perfect happiness? I’d say my idea of perfect happiness is just having everything I want. Like... to be in a place where it’s like... I’m content with what I have because I worked hard to get to that place where I am happy. Like, I’m happy to be alive, even though I worked hard to fight with my brain every single day to stop telling me that there’s nothing that’s worth living when there’s new music being produced from my favorite bands/artist, or hearing music from people I never heard, and to see my favorite game that came out in like a decade and a half is getting a sequel. There were people that never knew that I even existed because I was afraid of reaching out to people, and because I worked hard to get over that fear of predicting the worst outcome when I meet someone new, I now have like this small group of people in my circle that I’m happy to be around with because I trust them with anything. I mean those are some examples lol, but like, yeah... I don’t know where I’ll be in the future, but when I get to a place in my life where I have the life that I want and knowing how much I achieved to make it this far, yeah, that’s my idea of perfect happiness lol.

What is your most marked characteristic? My sweetness lol. Like I always try to be a good person, and welcome everyone with no room of judgement lol. 

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Being alive.

What is your greatest fear? Being forgotten by everyone. And I think if I died not doing the things I wanted to do.

What historical figure do you most identify with? Can I say Aaliyah? 🤣 Like that’s the only person I most identify with and she did something historical when she was alive lol!

Which living person do you most admire? Daniel Johns.

Who are your heroes in real life? I think my little sister is my hero lol.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? I think just having fear in like everything and trying to be a perfectionist lol.

What is the trait you most deplore in others? Selfishness. Not like doing things for yourself to take care of yourself, I mean like... “I know that what I’m doing is hurting you and jeopardizing your health, and I don’t care because all I care about is myself.” Stuff like that.

What is your favorite journey? I have no idea, I guess my favorite journey is on this thing called life :3

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? I had to look this up because I have no clue lol. I guess righteousness is overrated lol. 

Which word or phrases do you most overuse? “Like” lmfao, and “like so” and “but yeah”

What is your greatest regret? I actually have no regrets :) I just look at things as a way of that was meant to be, like that was meant to happen for a reason.

What is your current state of mind? It’s pretty calm right now.

If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be? Oh gosh lmfao 🤣 There’s A LOT that I wanna change about my family, but I think miscommunication is a big one that I wish I could change.

What is your most treasured possession? My baby ring I’ve worn since middle school lol. 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? Yeah, it’s living in fear and isolation.

Where would you like to live? Somewhere in an apartment away from noisy neighbors and just living independently on my own :)

What is your favorite occupation? Portraitist

What is the quality you most like in a man? Trusting lol. I think that is a high quality along with being protective over people and whoever matters to them.

What is the quality you most like in a woman? There’s a lot of quality I like that it’s hard for me to choose from 🤣but I think like having that boldness of being who we are and loving who we are, I think that’s a quality I like in women. Like I know that we have certain qualities about us that we don’t like, but just having one quality that we like about ourselves and embracing that and showing that off, unapologetically, I think that’s a high quality.

What are your favorite names? Aaliyah, Seth, Selena, Sara, Lily, Isabella, Erica, Olivia, Natalie, Evie, Eric, Leon, Angel, Jessie, Sean, Sabrina, and Angelina.

What is your motto? Umm... my motto really is treating everyone the way that they would want to be treated, but also whatever energy they’re giving you, give it back to them in return.

Tagging (no pressure!!): @lesstat-de-lioncourt, @onyxheartbeat, @katastrophywife, @bellamuertes, @bentcoppers, @musicrunsthroughmysoul, @eizagonzalezs, @artthurshelby, @ondinaaa, @weloveachother, @blondiest, @chronic-ghost, @bloodychamber, @alwaysupatnight, @lilmissuncreative, @verucaseether1999, @archeryqueen95, @valleygherl, @stuart-townsend, @kevinkline, @bustedandblue, @justjstuff, and anyone else who wants to do this! 😊❤️

#heatherannchristie #personal

[acourtofthought]

I saw your back and forth with one of the nastiest El/riels in the fandom and I wish I could have saved you from the effort to talking to a wall. I'm not surprised to see her reputation continues to set the way for her and her friends. Her phrasing and condescending "sweet girl" attitude is super easy to put together, she is fooling no one. She is also OBSESSED with some of the big Gwynriels in the fandom.

My suggestion block her, and while you can't stop them from using burner accounts, if they go through the effort of stalking you, says more about them at the end of the day.

I can't believe we have to remind people these are fictional characters, shipping characters should be fun and lighthearted. Someone shipping another potential couple is not life and death and it gives nobody the right to behave like a scorned lover out for blood and revenge.

Elain IS NOT REAL. What she thinks she is feeling is a projection of her own limited interpretation of the text. It is laughable how much some people take for face value vs taking in all the context. If SJM wants Elain and Lucien to be together, guess what, SHE WILL PUT THEM TOGETHER. For someone who is getting multiple degrees, I'm genuinely concerned of the education they've received if they don't understand consistent patterns. Imagine thinking Elain wearing blue is sign of endgame but Gwyn's bracelet with blue caused an uproar. Mor wears red, does that mean she is truly Cassian's mate. Oh Emerie is associated with purple, Feyre, out the way dear, Emerie was Rhy's true mate all this time. There is a reason El/riel's jumped ship in 2021 and their engagement is dropping. Not the other way around. T

A young girl referring to others as "honey" and "sweetie" in a condescending way is pretty much a calling card for immaturity. So is throwing around the degree they were obtaining at 20, acting like it proves how serious and superior they are to all others even though a few years later they are taking delight in instigating fandom drama.

My sister has two degrees and she completely lacks common sense. My husband has a Masters, can build a computer from scratch and code a video game but often struggles with adulting.

My father in law dropped out of high school at age 16 yet managed to work his way up to Vice President of a company in New York City (before his retirement), where he traveled all over the world and ended up having box seats for Super Bowls.

Degrees are wonderful but many times, they don't mean much of anything except for someone's ability to memorize information. And they definitely don't make someone more mature.

And the point you were making about the characters and their colors is valid. They latch on to something so long as it supports their ship while acting like there is no possible meaning behind it if it comes to another.

At the end of the day, the only thing that matters in this fandom is trying to get into the head of SJM by paying attention to her patterns and writing style.

It doesn't matter who is a doctor, who is a lawyer, who is an author themselves, who is a server, who is a psychologist.

None of that matters because SJM could care less about what any of us do or whether her characters are following the patterns we expect of them. She only cares about what SHE wants and where her characters take her and our personal lives really don't factor in to any of that.

Truly, the only way we can get a leg up on the future of the series is pay attention to the type of author she is, the romance she prefers, and what she's done with characters in the past.

[aeniqmata]

Know the Mun/Blogger !

1. Are you named after anyone?

my birthname, no. my parents didn't want me to shorten my name and gave me a name that I would use. jokes on them, I had to go by a nickname because there was someone else with the same first, middle and first two letters of their last name in my class for 4 years. attendance was rough.

my full screen name is floutistvivi, because i play the flute and vivi from ffix is adorable

2. When was the last time you cried?

today! work got a little too stressful for the hormonal me.

3. Do you have kids?

cats. two kittens that get into everything

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

sarcasm? absolutely not, no i definitely don't use sarcasm every single day when i talk to people. honestly if I say something that sounds even slightly mean, it's normally meant sarcastically.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

soccer for a loong time, then marching band in high school. I adored the badminton section of gym when we did it though.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

online is definitely grammar, and not like spelling errors. the way people use certain words and phrases can tell you a lot about a person, and I love it.

offline it's probably people's builds. not weight, but like bone structure, limb lengths, etc

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

uhhhh both? I like horror as a genre but do not like watching horror movies tho.

8. Any special talents?

I am a fast learner. give me some instructions and time, I can figure out most things. also I can put my legs behind my head, due to a connective tissue disorder

9. Where were you born?

Ohio~ join us, we have cheese

10. What are your hobbies?

toons of things. music theory, gaming, writing, art, cleaning ( when I start i literally don't stop till I can't stand up ). I love making icons in photoshop, it's really cathartic

11. Do you have any pets?

2 cats of my own, 1 my sister left with us ( he's young and loves the babies ), 1 that was my cat and has now abandoned me for my mother. my sister has another 2, one of which doesn't like the one she left with us.

12. How tall are you?

5'7, average

13. Fave subject in school?

english and history. mythology was a course offered in highschool and I adored it so much.

14. Dream job?

cat cafe. I would love to own one and get to make coffee and spend time with cats all day. that would be so awesome.

15. Eye colour?

blue and green and gray!

Tagged by @safert0fu ilu, thank you for always tagging me in things Tagging: @tenebriism, @sapientiiae, @bishonenprince, and anyone else who reads this.

#( ooc — blog )