hey Kenny 😘😘
how you been pookie
I’ve been good! Quit my job for a new one. Better pay, more hours. Downside is that it’s currently 4am, and I start work at 5am about everyday.
HOW ABOUT YOU THOUGH? Haven’t spoken in awhile.
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I had this in the tags of an edit I was reblogging but thought it deserved it's own post. I think there's a real tragedy to the end of Agents of Shield for Daisy in particular.
Daisy as a character is one who from the very beginning is positioned as a lost girl looking for family, for a home. We discover very quickly that she spent her entire childhood bouncing around the foster care system, and since then has been living in her van. She joins Shield because she's searching for her parents. And in early seasons she's positioned as finding family in her team, of realizing that they are her real family even as she meets her bio parents.
So even though there's a sense of hope and completion in the finale for the characters, I think it's worth saying that Daisy's found family has scattered to the wind, that she is once again starting over with a completely new family. The final shot shows her looking happy and content with Daniel and Kora, but these are characters she only met in the last few episodes of the last season.
All the other characters, essentially, go home at the end to their 'real' families and their 'normal' lives and she's the one who kinda gets left behind to find a new family and purpose because everyone else is done. Something about Shield and the team being her home and her family and all she has but it being just a job to everyone else.
I don't know, just thinking about her time in the system and the endless cycle of gaining and then losing family/home and the constant starting over.
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one thing i never thought i'd get into was fashion. i used to buy just whatever clothes fit me at Walmart, but ever since i committed to only wear clothes that make me happy i've come to realize how deeply enjoyable clothing can be. (putting it below for politeness)
when i was still working in homeless services, i worked with a veteran client who always dressed like a cowboy. i once asked him why, and he told me it was because when he left the army, he didn't know who he was any more without it. The routine, training, and combat he saw made it so when he got out, he wasn't the same person he was when he went in. So, he decided if he didn't know who he was, then he'd just be who he liked, and he liked cowboys.
one day a few years ago, sick of boymoding at work after a scolding from my boss about painting my nails, i decided to pack up all my men's clothing and donate it. i kept a few shirts with sentimental value and boxed the rest up to drop off at goodwill. now having pretty much no clothes i had no choice but to buy an entire new wardrobe, and i had no idea what i was doing. i was sick of wearing clothes i didn't like, but i had also never liked any clothes i'd ever worn. so i asked myself: what did i like?
i just got an order of clothes i got with a christmas gift card and i'm so happy just looking at these cute moon leggings i got to wear today. i'm excited for another order to come, because i bought my favorite dress again so i can wear it more. i have a distinct aesthetic that i'm now known for, and i feel more confident and happy than ever. every time i step out of the door in a cute outfit i feel like the baddest bitch on the block.
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just got a message from ticketmaster that the ticket i'd put up for sale last week for dublin night 3 has been sold (??) and it's almost the same amount as how much one of those soundwavesart prints would come down to, shipping included... coincidence or sign? 🤔
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