#if she wants a garden i will grow her a garden. if she wants a house i will build her a house.

[b14augrana]

‘The Death Of You’

The pursuit to being the greatest of all time comes above everything, including your health.

Barça Femení x reader

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Warnings: slight overshadowing of injury

A/N: edited this author’s note way too many times buttttttt im not making a pt 2 of this because its just a silly little blurb that’s been rotting in my drafts and thats i wanna say okay thanks enjooooyyyyy

“When you think of passion, you think of someone that does anything for their club, and that’s (Y/N). The blaugrana is everything to her, and it is a part of her. She puts the badge before herself, and all she emits, all they admire of her, everything she represents, is Barça.

(Y/N) is Barça, Barça is (Y/N)” — Mapi León.

For Barça, you would give your life. You have put your body on the line and taken the hits until your skin turns the colours of the jersey you truly believe you’ll die in.

It’s what your mother says will eventually kill you. Going down with the jersey, for the jersey, your love for the greatest club in the world coming before all. It’s proof, almost, that Barcelona is so great, it’s worth dying for.

But, the funny thing is, you hadn’t loved living in Barcelona growing up. In fact, you hated everything about it. It felt like an asylum or some sort of confinement where the only things left to stare at are the four walls you’re enclosed by, except, those four walls were littered with posters of men you constantly watched play at the stadium of your dreams, and the only thing that made staring at those four walls so much of a punishment is the fact you were a girl and there was no such thing as a woman footballer.

You had shitty friends to remind you of that every single time they caught you stopping in the street (though you don’t even stop, your foot just drags along the ground a bit slower than usual) just to take a closer look at a mural of some Barça legend.

You hated living in Barcelona because you had nobody on your side that believed there was a place for you or any other woman behind the huge, towering walls of Camp Nou.

Barcelona went from being an asylum to a garden that was nurtured with every match played and goal scored, a title or medal sprouting from the buds of every stem and bush.

You would die for Barcelona. Hell was worth living through, for Barcelona, just to feel whatever emotion devoured you when you step out to a full stadium in the famous blue and garnet.

You want to be the best. That comes above everything — there is no point in devoting your life to something if you’re not going to be the best at it, and you had given more than what was required for Barça.

What you also want is to create a legacy not only for yourself, but the club as well, one title at a time. A legacy associated with winning, and being the greatest of all time. The last thing you need to implement this reputation? The Champions League.

You take in the stadium, the raindrop-covered grass, the noise. That headache inducing noise, caused by the record attendance in the stadium. The headache inducing noise that, when you focus on it, begins to become coherent and recognisable as the Barcelona anthem. With every step closer to the pitch, you find it harder to pay attention to anything around you, and the anxiety in your stomach is more apparent than ever before.

You kill the period of time between exiting the tunnel and finding your place on the field by warming up (or in other words, doing whatever you can to shake the nerves). You step out onto the pitch and feel the pinch of the cold wind which, for some reason, elicits an epiphany; the only thing separating you and that trophy is these 90 minutes.

Those 90 minutes drag on. Pass after pass, unsuccessful dribble after unsuccessful dribble, you’re not getting any closer to the goal but you can’t feel disheartened or unmotivated because all you have is 90 minutes. Everything can change in 90 minutes.

Everything does change. You don’t know how it happened, or who passed you the ball, or whether you even called for it, but you had it and you were moving quickly with it. Managing to glide past Renard, leaving her behind you to grapple at your jersey hopelessly, you find yourself up against Endler on your own.

Although there are 20 other players on the pitch, discarded behind you, it feels like it’s just you and Endler in an empty stadium. The goal looks bigger than it should be as your foot swings down onto the ball, and the raucous noise of the stadium can only intensify when the ball just misses the tip of Endler’s glove and meets the back of the net.

It is hard to ignore the unfamiliar discomfort in your knee, but you do it anyways. You run off to celebrate and don’t pay it another thought. You don’t mention it to anyone amidst the celebrations because how could you possibly ruin this moment, and it’s basically gone by the time you return to the midfield.

For a moment, there's hope. Your goal sparks new light into the eyes of your teammates. One golden boot shines brighter than a golden glove and there's a connection between your foot and the ball that just makes sense, and it's put away in the back of the net.

But when the ball starts rolling again and it meets the feet of Van de Donk, you realise 1 goal isn't enough.

No, it's like hanging off the edge of a cliff, fingers clawing for whatever jagged edge of a rock they can reach, clinging onto the little thing you have keeping you up. But with every minute, every intercepted pass, missed or deflected shots, the cliffside is crumbling.

Lyon is an exceptional team. That's why they manage to put one past Sandra, and you're back to square one. Your mind, drunk on pride, pushes you to do more, to give more. Your body feels like it can't possibly give anything more, yet you still run up and down the pitch without slowing down once and you throw yourself at the ball every time you find the opportunity.

It’s what your mother says will eventually kill you.

So it does, internally. When the final whistle pierces your ears and the minority of Lyon fans in the crowd burst into cheers, it kills you, because you would die for this club and it hurts to come so close but fall short.

The winning legacy you were so close to completing, was now tainted by your failure to actually win.

Your knee also hurts. A lot.

You lie down on the pitch, its soggy and uneven surface being the only comfort you have in this place where everywhere you look, there are reminders that you’re not good enough. The more you think about all the sacrifices and things you put on the line for this title, you wonder, ‘When’s it gonna be my turn?’

Disappointed fans filing out of the exits, your teammates surrounding you trying to hold in their tears, the dancing and celebrating from Lyon.

The sound of sniffles can be heard from beside you, and you roll over to see Mapi, her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks dusted with patches of red.

As you line up to receive your medal, you don’t even want to wear it. Silver will never be better than gold, there’s nothing good about being second to best, being outperformed is nothing to be proud of. But you still keep the medal on.

You hang your head and look away from the winner’s stage, because your heart is too sore to take in the fact that would’ve, could’ve, should’ve been you.

‘When’s it gonna be my turn?’

#woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso community #woso fanfics #barca femeni x reader #fc barcelona femeni #fcb femení #x reader

[shoujo-wizard]

I read butter, sugar, and northern mockingbirds by througheden on ao3 before bed awhile ago & now I can't stop thinking abt kitchen witch Steve Harrington & want to make something sweet

This is an omegaverse AU so if u don't like tht don't bother me, I sent an ask with my initial ideas for this to @lexirosewrites & the flavor is steddie with a buckingham palate cleanser but the thoughts r dominated by Steve the kitchen witch

I've changed a few details from my ask

Steve is an omega & a kitchen witch

Robin is an omega & can see/communicate w ghosts

Eddie is an alpha & an co-owner of the new bookstore/record store

Chrissy is an alpha, an occult fanatic, & co-owner of the same bookstore/record store

Steve didn't grow up in Hawkins but in Indianapolis, but he'd visit every summer

Steve Harrington who learned recipes & spells at his grandpa's elbow, in the trailer theyd lived in since they were a young couple, summers spent helping in the vegetable garden & running through the nearby woods w a little boy w wild curls while their guardians gossiped on the back porch

The summer he turned 13 he became a rare case & went through his presentation heat 3 years earlier than the average & afterwards his mother takes him to get omega birth control tht is designed to regulate heats & she stands silently to the side while his father gives him a lecture abt sex in their living room, then they're driving to Hawkins at a later date than anyone wanted

The summer he turned 13 his friend with the wild curls brought him wild flowers & declared his intentions to be his Alpha someday & Steve accepted his suit, when he shared the news with his mother he immediately knew it to be a mistake from her intake of breath & he never got to visit his grandparents after tht summer, not even being allowed to go back to Hawkins for his grandma's funeral not till he's 18 & refusing the mating their all but forcing on him

So he drives to Hawkins with Robin, who he met in a mandatory Omega Health class they both took together. Where they bonded about the embarrassing verbs being used. He ends up inheriting the property and house a year later when his grandpa passes away. The 2 of them move in & make the house more to their tastes while keeping a lot of the original 50s features

Steve soon finds himself baking cupcakes from his grandpa's recipe journal that is meant to bring sweet dreams that night, he goes around to his neighbors & evenly distributes the cupcakes finally coming upon the Munson trailer with a sense of familiarity. Wayne is home & delighted to see Steve is his new neighbor, he & Robin are promptly invited to dinner that Sunday, & Wayne makes a chicken & rice casserole that always pleases others & Steve brings dessert: berry cobbler. Eddie comes home just in time for dinner & time feels like it stops for the two of them as their eyes meet again after years of separation & before dinner is even served Eddie has asked Steve for permission to court him

They have a sweet courtship with Eddie learning that Steve is a witch & he simply takes it in stride & brings him gifts relevant to his talents

They exchange mating bites barely a year later & Eddie happily moves into the trailer with Steve & Robin

#shoujo says #steddie #omegaverse

[pinkhairedlily]

On a random weekend morning, Sasuke catches his daughter lingering for quite a while in front of the mirror. 

Sarada fixes her hair, trying to change the parting from side to middle. Upon realizing that she looks like a dusty old broom inside the university library, she lets her hair be and shifts her attention to the hitai-ate. She usually wears it across her forehead, but committed to trying things out, she fashions it today like a headband. 

A longer stare at her reflection. A twist and turn. A sigh of exasperation. The hitai-ate is sprawled across the counter.

Sasuke guesses it's time for some sort of intervention. In the earlier days, it felt like he was always grappling at the most mundane accidents, teetering towards breakdowns, but now—now, he's learning. He's coping. He clears his throat as he pretends to just notice her. “Sarada, is something wrong?”

His daughter gives him a lopsided smile and shakes her head tentatively. “It's…nothing.” Sarada glances again at the mirror and sees him looking too.

Sasuke wraps his arm around her shoulder. “You resemble me a lot.”

Her fingers start playing with the tips of her hair. “I'm thinking of dyeing it to pink.”

He wonders what tone he should use for a bubbling sign of rebellious reinvention. “Like Mama?”

Sarada nods. “I'd love her green eyes as well.”

“Me too. They're my favorite color.”

“Do you think,” Sarada stares up at him with a disarming sincerity, “I'd look like her if I did?”

He leads her to the veranda overlooking the garden they have been toiling for the past summer. What Sakura enjoyed the most was the fresh supply of flowers, clumped wild blooms that spruced up their space, as if it had always been their home.

“It's not that I hate your genes, Papa. You have a very nice genetic makeup, the best actually, but—” Sarada blurts out in innocent defiance. “—sometimes I wished I looked like Mama too so people could tell immediately I am that great doctor's daughter. I don't even have her medical skills, which sucks so so bad. You know how my friends always seem like they had a 50-50 share in their parents’ features? Look at Himawari. Or Inojin. Or Chouchou.”

“But you do look like her, peanut.” Sasuke smoothes down the tension that lined Sarada’s face.

“Mama. I want to know what she looks like when she grows old. How the wrinkles and age would shape her face. How she would smile without dentures. Her smile when the laugh lines end up staying. The crow’s feet that would only get more prominent by the years.”  The child clasps the knuckles of her father. “So maybe if I look like an exact replica of her, we would see her alive again.”

Sasuke opens up his palm and entangles their hands together. Tiny fingers too small for the spaces that her mother once fit perfectly. 

“As I said, you do look like her.” He smiles, internally fighting the waves that have surfaced on his recently calmed shores with Sarada’s confession.

“You laugh exactly like her. You yell shanaroo at the smallest inconvenience. You have her brute strength and her wit and that makes you the strongest kunoichi alive. You're Sakura's daughter.”

In the distance, Sasuke makes out the first blooms of daffodils. “To me, to us, you're perfect the way you are.”

Sarada slyly whisks away the pooling tears in her eyes. “I still want to dye my hair pink though.”

“I think Mama will kill me if your hair gets fried with the bleaching.”

“Fine Papa, let's try first with a wig.”

#sasusaku #uchiha sasuke #uchiha sarada #uchiha sakura #haruno sakura #sasusakusara #sasuke #sakura #sarada #sssnippetaday #snippet!pinkhairedlily

[virsancte]

hey buddy

#simblr #ts4 legacy #valentine gen 4 #i'm starting to think ellie should get a horse as well i'm ngl #ever since the pregnancy and her mending her relationship w/ her father she's been enjoying horseriding a lot #i feel like it's incredibly therapeutic to her #it's what helped luca reconcile with his past i think #moving out to chestnut ridge... picking up gardening... growing closer w/ the nature his late wife loved so much #jill wanted to become a marine biologist !! #but she was an animal lover through and through regardless of what kind and believed in animal therapy VERY strongly #so it'd be a nice little nod... the horse would be with luca of course you can't keep one in SAN MYSHUNO LDLKF but...

[muzzleroars]

You've mentioned before that angel V1 could create life from the molded hellmass, is this an ability excusive to it and the way the light got 'encoded'? Or would any angel with connection to the father's light be able to replicate the results if they ever knew to try?

Like Raph is hanging with v1 (bonding with the in law) making creatures and suddenly one of the things he's making starts being alive in his hands, that would be startling!

CUTE....SO CUTE.....i honestly think of v1's ability in the sense that it isn't bound by any restrictions the way angels are - it fully taps into its new power and isn't at all afraid of using it "improperly" or to experiment. so i think higher angels do have the potential to create little half life-forms - they're nothing as complex as god could make, but they have some form of sentience to them (sort of on the level of like a bacteria or amoeba) and v1 just. embraces that power. it molds up little creatures, giving them a tiny spark to wake them up and let them slowly roam about the apartment. and when they eventually make their way out into the world...so long space cowboy lol gabriel STILL contends it's highly irresponsible, but they are sort of cute in their own way...and he supposes giving life isn't a terrible thing....but still!!! SO raph would likely be able to do this in the same way v1 does but....if he DID....he would be v1's polar opposite as the world's most conscientious pet owner. he would absolutely be in shock from it at first and sort of have the immediate instinct that it should be destroyed as an abomination but...raphael's just not that kind of angel. no, he shouldn't have made it, but that's not its fault! it's here now, alive in its small way, and taking that away would be even worse than giving it. so he vows instead to take exceptional care of his little animal and i can absolutely see him getting incredibly invested in setting up a terrarium for it as well as meticulously cataloguing its food and playtime preferences (uriel helps....he's actually excited about it....they've never had a real pet before.....) he likely would never create one again, but he definitely loves the one he made :]

#raphael: this is coconut and i love her very much #he starts a little patch for her in the archangel's garden to grow her favorite foods #michael: what is this #raphael: it's for coconut!!! do not touch!!!! #getting whatever she wants forever #cake answers #risen v1 #raphael

[jimtheviking]

A thought on losing my mother tongue:

So, as some of you may be aware, I was raised speaking (or at least hearing) three languages: English, Calabrese Italian, and Canadese. Canadese being a pidgin of English and Calabrese that is found mainly in the Golden Horseshoe area of southern Ontario, Canada (basically from Hamilton to Niagara Falls.) It's neat, and it's dying out because people of my Nonna's generation and my mom and uncles' generation are, well, dying out.

Anyway, it's not something I use outside of the family, because few people understand it, and it's getting to the point where I'm forgetting words for things that I would use, because my dad doesn't speak it and doesn't like it when my mom uses it - and she's the only regular contact I have who does speak it.

It's just weird, feeling certain things that I grew up knowing as one thing getting morphed into other things because I don't have people to speak the language with. It kinda makes me sad.

Anyway, back to reblogging stuff and whatnot. Just wanted to get that out there.

#I love my Nonna #I miss her a lot too #because it was nice just having someone to talk with about cooking and gardening and stuff in that language #it's also why I'm insistent on getting my Swedish up to snuff #even though Tilda insists I don't have to #If we have kids I want them growing up being able to understand and not lose their language #and the Swedish Tilda is teaching me is both the Official Stuff and Småländska #which is the regional dialect from where she is #and it's mainly just her grandparents who speak it #but I like it and so does she and I feel like it's an important connection to maintain #huh I should have included that in the body of the text #ah well I ain't rewriting it now

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

My thoughts on Mai is probably so irrelevant right now but i love thinking about the wasted potential in exploring Megumi’s dynamic with the Zenin Clan because he had to have some contact with them over the course of his childhood, meaning that Mai had to interact with the kid at some point (which she did I think it’s canon) and for Mai to instantly know that Megumi is a little child genius/prodigy. Also for Mai to have a little crush on Megumi (I know most find this disgusting seeing that those two are family but I think everyone forgets that the Zenin is built on incest)

Mai putting her hopes into Megumi of him somewhat changing the Zenin when he becomes Clan Head only for those hopes to be crushed bc Megumi fucked off? I find that so depressing because she probably didn’t understand (or fully comprehend) the reasoning behind Megumi cutting off contact. I know it probably hurt her for a while because she genuinely wanted to be close to him seeing as he was the only boy (i’m assuming) that was ever truly kind to her and her sister.

I’m clinging onto that Mai tag for dear life because I’m really interested in seeing her thoughts on Megumi. Admittedly, she probably grew out of the hero worship she had for him. Maybe it was replaced with some bitterness seeing as he wouldn’t be the Clan Head now unless something happens to Gojo, so Megumi won’t be her hope in that clan. She’s stuck with Naoya who probably wants her as a wife.

NAOYA. God my thoughts on his dynamic with Megumi…it could be something so complex. Like Naoya could see Toji in the boy, who he has an obsession with but he also see Gojo, and he also see the little brat who may fear him on some level but is not afraid to stand up to him which pisses him off. He also sees his replacement, a boy who has the potential to rival Gojo, making him the potential heir. I could see him being like the only one out of the Zenin who wants that kid gone, out of sight and out of mind. Like everyone else abuses him to make him become something great. Naoya would do it to take out his anger on the kid who is everything he always wanted to be and he doesn’t even know it.

Naobito. I have no thoughts on the old drunk. I do find it interesting how Kamo said something about how Megumi is either more useful or more suitable than Naobito. I forgot the wording. I can see Naobito truly caring for Megumi though in his own fucked up way because Megumi is everything he wanted in a heir. But that care doesn’t really stop him from hurting Megumi.

Maki. Well. Best aunt/nephew duo. If the Zenin ever had a family dinner or get together, those two are definitely the ones who sits in the corner and talks shit. They definitely try and fuck shit up in the house. You would find them in the kitchen spitting in Naoya’s food. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong? I dare you. All in all, they see a sibling in each other. Especially after losing Tsumiki/Mai. Megumi if definitely her favorite kouhai. Some may argue it’s Nobara. But listen. SEE THE VISION. Megumi has the family pass. Megumi gets Maki in a way that most don’t. But Megumi is still Yuta’s boy though. Maki sometimes fight for custody however.

Excuse my rambling guys. I was just in a silly mood thinking about Gege and his….questionable writing decisions lately.

This has been sitting half answered in my asks for like a month. If you have an ask that never got answered please know that it’s probably in my drafts haunting me.

Oh Gege’s sure. Made some decisions recently. And they’re uh. They sure are decisions. That he made. For some reason.

Maki and Megumi are the bio family dream team to me. I simply love their bond. They have identical resting bitch faces. They’re always on the same bullshit. Both are completely insane in the same way. The bio family they each always wanted but never had. Megumi is Yuuta’s Boy but that doesn’t stop Maki from making her own play for the title.

Mai’s entire thing with having a crush on Megumi becomes a little bit more comfortable if it’s framed like “he was the best option.” The Zenin do practice incest, so her entire dating pool was likely framed to her as blood family from the start. She also is the only female (other than Maki) born to that bloodline around clan leadership that we know of, so she was probably viewed as a “desirable” spouse. Marriage was probably used as a means of navigating social status, so her parents are probably planning to use her as a chip for their own political games now that their own future has sort of stagnated. After all, both their kids are sort of failures by Zenin standards, and they don’t have any other kids incoming that could do better. This is basically canon to me—they did try to make a marriage contract with Naoya, who’s very high in the clans leadership and the only other contender for clan head other than Megumi himself. She’s probably spent her entire life knowing that her parents would try for marry her off to the person in the clan with the highest status, and that’s probably been considered Naoya or one of his brothers for a long time.

There’s Naobito, the actual clan head, who appears to have had all sons. Toji appears to be Naobito’s nephew, meaning his father or mother was directly from that same line, and Megumi’s its continuation. And Naobito’s brother is Maki and Mai’s father, who produced the only girls.

The Zenin clan values power above all else, so we can assume that the line that is leading the clan tends to have a lot of cursed energy and skill. Mai and Maki didn’t get that, but they are still close tie to the line.

Mai was never supposed to be a jujutsu sorcerer. She didn’t have enough cursed energy for it. She only ended up going to the Kyoto school because Maki fucked off and the Zenin wanted to make a point. But we know how the Zenin treats women—since she didn’t have enough potential to be a sorcerer but was a member of a powerful bloodline who had cursed energy herself, she was probably viewed as a prime candidate to continue the family line, as seen with them trying to marry her off to fucking Naoya, who was a pretty high candidate for heir to the clan.

Of course, Megumi inherited the Ten Shadows. He actually did beat out Naoya for the position of heir without having put any effort or involvement into the position. He likely would have instantly shot to the top of the list for clan heir the second they knew he existed. Like, he was still installed as clan head when he actively had nothing to do with the clan. When he was a kid, and everyone was assuming they’d be able to bring him back into the clan and raise him as Zenin? It would probably be considered as close to an absolute as anything gets to them.

I could see Mai kind of romanticizing the idea of Megumi as a result, especially when she was younger Naoya was actively abusive to her and had the personality of a used gym sock dipped in shit and left on highway to rot. Megumi 1) wasn’t raised with them, so felt the least like her family 2) was actually nice to her, the one time she got to spend time with him and 3) was nice to Maki. And as bad as it was for Mai, Maki was the least accepted member of the clan at the time. She was a girl and she had little to no cursed energy. Mai canonically idolised her sister as a young girl and probably hated to see how everyone mistreated her.

Megumi intervening on her behalf when Naoya targeted her would have been monumental to her. It would have been the ultimate way of saying “everything will be okay” when she just didn’t have that sense of the future growing up.

For one thing, Megumi was guaranteed to have a position of extreme authority within the clan itself as he got older. But when he intervened on her behalf, he didn’t.

He didn’t save Mai with his own authority within the clan. He didn’t extend his protection over her, because he didn’t have any protection. When they finally all got caught, the first thing Naoya did was strike him across the face hard enough to knock him over.

They all got beaten horribly for that stunt. And they all expected it from the start, because that’s what their family did.

Megumi stuck his neck out for her. He took a beating because he didn’t like Naoya bullying her around. He intervened for Mai when it was to his own direct detriment, and she never forgot it. Her own parents weren’t doing that.

Which meant that she sort of hoped that when Megumi got older and became an authority in the clan, people would stop hurting her entirely.

Megumi didn’t have the authority as a little kid to just order Naoya to fuck off, but he was pretty much guaranteed to have it one day. There had always been people in the clan where, if you had their favor, no one could touch you. Mai had just never had anyone’s favor before. But Megumi was the Ten Shadows, and he was practically cosmically ordained as the most important person in their clan in five hundred years, and he was kind to her, and he said they could be friends. He said they’d stay friends.

It cost Megumi a lot to protect her as kids. It gave her a lot of very real hope that he’d keep doing it when it cost him nothing, and that there would come a day where it would just stop hurting so much.

And it wasn’t just her. It was also a future where Maki could maybe be happy.

One of the central facets of Mai’s character is that she desperately wishes for a world where Maki would have stayed in the clan with her. She wanted Maki to keep her promise. She wanted Maki to just be content doing a few chores and keeping her head down.

At this time, Maki hadn’t broken her promise yet, but I think that Mai still wanted that as their future. Her and Maki together, with Maki never leaving her, and both of them safe in the compound from the curses that terrified Mai.

Even if Megumi was nice to her, there should have been the lingering doubt as to whether he would also make the clan safe for Maki, but that fear got shattered when she joined them in Mai’s hideout.

He didn’t treat her like garbage. He said that they could be friends too. Maki bossed him around while they played, and the most he did was grumble at her. He treated Maki better than their own parents were treating them, and he did it without a thought.

So yeah. Mai had a lot of hopes pinned on Megumi when she was a very young girl. And I think if she had any feelings for him, it was more trying to force herself to have those feelings, because the world he offered was by far the one she wanted the most. Whether she was in love with him was almost the least important consideration.

If Mai was going to be married off to the heir to the clan, better Fushiguro “respect women” Megumi than Zenin “if she breathes she’s a thot” Naoya. He made her see a future she and Maki could be happy in for once, and then it all got ripped away.

I definitely see Mai as having a lot of bitterness towards Megumi leaving the clan, but I don’t think it was initially against him. I think she was initially bitter as hell against gojo. She was a little kid buying into the propaganda, which is that it wasn’t their Ten Shadows rejecting them, no, it was gojo stealing him away. That’s definitely changed and developed over the years, but I won’t say how.

#sea glass gardens #see the thing is that I don’t think romantic love was every proffered to her as important growing up #the Zenin clan married to have kids and further political games #love wouldn’t have factored into it or every been posed to her as a major consideration #megumi was the only person she’s ever wanted to marry and to her that might as well be love #it had less to do with anything as to who he is as a person and more because she had two options and one was a misogynistic wife beater who #had ten years on her and whose personality was ass #the other was about her age and respected women and intervened to make sure she wasn’t hurt #there was. no competition. yes please let’s go the path that means her and her sister won’t be beat their entire lives #also I have a backlog of about 90ish asks right now so please know if you sent me a message I’m not ignoring you I just am working through #them still. I saw the message and loved it. it was great and made my day. #I tend to write long answers to asks too which means there’s a lot that just end up half finished or take a long time to get out

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 3

"Life Less Frightening" by Rise Against

#song of the day #'I don't ask for much / truth be told I'd settle / for a life less frightening' #another song that when I sing it alone it doesn't sound much like the original but I do so like to sing it #check me stirring my roux humming 'these lives we live test negative for happiness' sweetly to myself #today was Friday and I'm still trying to decide if I'm satisfied with the amount of work I got done this week #I suppose I'll have to be #I had my weekly report meeting and again the updates my boss asked for in the meeting were not the ones she asked me to prepare #so I split-screened her and delivered the prepared updates as I frantically opened and updated the new request #and then when she finished making politely falsely interested sounds (I'm not bitter I'm not I'm not) she asked again for the new update #and by then I had it ready! saved it as I brought up the share-screen and showed it to her #too frustrated in the moment to be properly proud of myself but now it's hours later and I'm feeling a little smug about it #little back-pats for me #I have something like a project timeline worked out for the idiot project #and I did some good work in the garden (nasturtium growing up the post under the bird feeder. very pleased it took the transplant so well) #and I sooooort of sorted the freezer stuff. kind of. mostly we ate the things I wanted to rearrange but I've got a plan for moving forward #the last non-work thing I'd really wanted to accomplish this week was getting my queue set up again here #I've gone through my drafts and done some prep but as you can see the queue isn't actually running again yet #hopefully I'll do that tomorrow. we'll see how it goes #the queue may have to wait until Sunday because I must confess if I can accomplish only one single solitary thing tomorrow #I would like it to be six hours of uninterrupted sleep. may it please the gods I shall rest tomorrow. blessed weekend #edit: wait wait I'm a fool I'm a fool I just typed 'May 3' and still I am a fool #it's May the Fourth!! #happy star wars day my loves if I don't get the queue up today after all #it's because I'm reshuffling everything because I've got a new influx of SW posts to distribute!!

[vanillabat99]

I am so in love with my wife. I know I say that a lot and I post about them all the time, and that it is probably annoying to see so often, but how am I supposed to just... keep something so wonderful to myself? They are so important to me and they mean so much to me!! My wife is the light of my life and they bring me so much joy!! I could talk for hours and hours about them. I could write enough books to fill the biggest library in the world about how much I love them. I could travel the world and learn every language and there still wouldn't be enough words to express how wonderful they are. There aren't enough photo albums or diaries or galleries to hold how I feel about them. I truly believe we were inevitable and I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else :3

#if she wants a garden i will grow her a garden. if she wants a house i will build her a house. #if she wants a feast i will harvest the crops by hand and spend hours cooking the perfect food for her. #if she wants to fly i will grow wings and carry her anywhere. #if she wants to sit by the window and read i will hold her hand and turn the pages for her. #i am so in love with her in a way i have only seen in stories. #i dont care if we cant get married. we have everything we need. what does the government know of marriage anyways. #it is like i have known them my whole life and everything is just. right. #i am so in love with my wife. #batty blogging #text #wifeposting

[drakonovisny]

why do my sims playthroughs always turn kinda fucked up :'D

#i made a girl who is really outdoorsy and wants to have a great ranch #i made a horse for her and moved them to the world that was included with the horse pack #she immediately got to training her horsie‚ gardening and stuff #but then her first bill came and it was astronomical because the lot is big #so she got a job as a gardener #but what she was making wasn't enough to sustain the ranch #some time later some rando called her telling that she might get a distant relative's inheritance if she marries within 7 days #ofc she wasn't planning to do that but then one of her neighbours asked to crush at her place for a few days #they had great chemistry so she decided to marry him platonically for the inheritance money and a helping hand at the ranch #he moved in and so did his horse lol #also aside from the inheritance money he also contributed 20k simoleons #however the same night they got married he froze to death while playing with the horses outside (i wasn't paying attention to him lmao :'D) #she didn't really love him but she still was heartbroken #she got on a drunken bender for a while and decided she's going to grow weed for sale now (i got the basemental mod at that point ajdnbfbb) #since she had like 50k simoleons on her now she hired a ranch hand who would help her with that while she focuses on training the horses #so i think next she's going to get closer with the ranch hand and maybe date her too if they have any chemistry #and they're gonna grow weed and look after horses together ahdbbxzbbz

[cats-and-cacti]

Thelma (2017) is soooo garden song by Phoebe bridgers

#the doctor put her hands over my liver she told me my resentments getting smaller no I’m not afraid of hard work I get everything I want #also when I grow up I’m gonna look up from my phone and see my life and it looks just like a recurring dream I’m at the movies #I don’t remember what I’m seeing the screen turns into a title wave then it’s a dorm room like a hedge maze and when I find you #you touch my leg and I insist but I wake up before we do it #Thelma 2017 #garden song #pheobe bridgers

[eventheodds]

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#i remember meryl being so amazed by the garden luida was growing #and i can imagine her wanting to learn all she can #even help out eventually #she’d be so invested in the process of growing and cultivating #probably not fully take over because it’d be a huge endeavour #but she’d be up for working alongside those who would take over in tending to that garden #and even expanding beyond

[rotisseries]

zelink are so garden song coded I'm in tears

#specifically zelda's pov i think #someone get me off spotify please #someday I'm gonna live in your house up on the hill... and when your skinhead neighbor goes missing I'll plant a garden in the yard... #I grew up here til it all went up in flames except the notches in the doorframe!! #I don't know when you got taller see our reflection in the water!!! #I don't know how but I'm taller it must be something in the water!!! everything's growing in our garden #you don't have to know that it's haunted... #the doctor put her hands over my liver she told me my resentment's getting smaller!! no I'm not afraid of hard work I get everything I want #I have everything I wanted!!

[kinnoth]

This is all to say that Thor was never Odin's first choice for anything, born as he was under Hela's shadow, born as he was to the purpose of replacing her, born as he was to the fact that Odin did not want her replaced in the first place and it was only bc Hela's ambition outstripped Odin's caution that he had to put her down

That is to say that Odin was always going to be disappointed in Thor, never mind the fact that he was also an anxious and sensitive child, who cried easily and was afraid of things like ghost stories and the dark. He was strongly built, bigger than his peers, and though he always won easily at sport and play, one could easily see how he held back.

(Hela never held back; Hela hurt her fellow children for sport and profit.)

And that's not even touching on the fact that he was always fussing after that Jotun foundling, tending to it and shielding it and mothering it.

By the time Thor met his father for the first time, face to face, he was 8 and Odin had already spent those years nursing his prejudices against him, and there was nothing Thor could do by then to make it up to him.

Anyway this is getting off topic, bc the thing I wanted to talk about is the fact that had Thor and Loki not been the unaccountably, inseparably, soul-bondedness kind of close as they were, they would have had to have been at each other's throats their whole lives. "There are no second princes on Asgard" is an adage that gets thrown around a lot (by me) and it means exactly that: had they not been the sort of unnatural closeness that they were, one of them would had to have killed the other in order to secure his place as heir. It is the way things are done; it is how things have to be.

(I think that this accounts for Thor's complete calm and acceptance when Loki sends the destroyer to Midgard after him in thor1. It has always been Loki's right to kill him in order to claim the throne; it has always his right to kill Loki if he'd ever thought it necessary. But he never did, and he never thought those old rights would have to be invoked between the two of them, but he's always known about them. They both have. It is simply the way things are)

#this is another meta i have in drafts and never finished but #when Odin took Loki it was Frigga who raised the loudest protest #yes it is all well and good for Odin to make all the dynastic plans he wants to make #but a) she doesn't want her son taking some jotun savage for a bride #b) even if she did what's to stop the both of them from growing up and hating each other #and c) the giants are supposedly matched at birth to their fated mates. what is Odin going to do to subvert the will of fate? #Odin of course takes the most literal and mechanical solution to the problem and physically beats their souls into one #so that they cannot be separated by anyone or anything - be that the will of fate or that of his wife #unfortunately this causes some unintended consequences #thor and loki literally cannot be separated #as babies they would scream until they made themselves sick unless they were put in the same crib #they had no interest in anything outside of one another and refused to engage with other stimuli #the only way frigga can wrest her son back from the effects of the soul bond is by magically sedating him for hours then days at a time #to try and acclimate them to being apart #it's better by the time they can walk and talk but then it's still difficult #there's less screaming and sick but now it's a deep-seated and constant anxiety #they ask for each other and then when it's made clear that they have to spend time apart they ask after each other #loki gets sick and thor is consumed with the possibility that they'll never see each other again #thor has to leave the allmother's garden with the other boys and loki forcibly changes his sex so that he can go with him #it's a lifetime of this even as one concession to growing up after another puts another measure of distance between them #i just need y'all to understand when i talk about how their unresolved feelings had ''deformed'' them its bc its 1000 years of this shit #internal thor tag #who's enjoying all this background meta for fic that doesn't even exist yet #odin worst-dad

[everythingmatters]

traumatised from grocery shopping forever bc yesterday i accidentally selected the wrong type of cucumbers at self checkout and it was $19 for 5 cucumbers and they weren’t even that big like they were small to medium sized cucumbers and i was too scared to ask how to put them back after i had scanned them so i just got them and now i will never financially recover from the cucumbers

#called my mum to tell her and she was like ‘why did you buy some we grow them in our garden’ sorry i did not want to travel 2 hours to your #house for a few cucumbers that only grow to the size of my fingers #p

[david-watts]

I’m gonna kill someone!! I really fuckin am at this rate!!

#oh my god. can she just treat me with respect. like I'm a fucking person. #if that plant dies because she put those hose fittings there and let mould grow when I was too busy to check it... I will probably do #something very drastic #these plants have actually fucking been helpful in keeping me sane #she actually wants me to get into gardening mostly so she can use me to upkeep her garden #which is. mostly stuff I'm allergic to or at this point weeds because she expects us to do it and won't hire a gardener #we can't do it! we don't have TIME to do it! and she can't do it anymore so she either has to get a gardener or get rid of it #but oh no as soon as I want to start growing plants they're attacked by her #she's beginning to threaten to pull them out now. because it's 'too cold'. I can actually either move them inside or cover them #so they don't die over winter but NO she's gardened for longer even though she's never grown chillis and doesn't even know when plants #are alive (binned my kale because the leaves were dying but the roots were fine and that's what matters) #I'm at the end of my rope man. I'm so reliant on random things to keep me alive and I'm terrified I'm gonna lose one #I keep nearly crying whenever I smell coffee too. #the dog's behaviour is triggering me and so's the stuff my body's doing #oh and don't forget uni! that's hell! I can't even check my emails!