#little thoughts

[dumb-doll-lips]

Maybe controversial, but on posts about being dumb where girls are like saying ‘but I’m actually smart.’ Like tbh, I don’t really believe them. Like if you’re smart why does feeling dumb feel so good or hot or whatever to you then? I kinda feel like it’s having an excuse to let go of trying as much as you would be when you’re saying your smart. If you’re like really actually smart, I don’t feel like a break from ‘being smart’ would be such a relief or like as appealing.

#if you’re on my blog much may have noticed I’m just having a lot of feelings about this more lately #like it’s okay to not be smart #you can be happier #and like I feel like I sometimes get people who try to call me smart #like there’s diff skill sets #I think I’m still pretty good at soft skills and like makeup stuff #but like I regularly can’t get left and right right or name all the months and so on for lots of things #idk. I feel like dumb doesn’t mean you’re horrible at everything #like you still have value and can make a positive impact but just in different ways #I’m a soo much happier when at work I’m more focused on being someone others really like to work w than like being efficient at my job #and honestly seems like people prefer that #I have too many thoughts about at this lately #really hoping throughing them into the intenrwbt even if it’s more in tags gets out of my head more #personal #also very much not at a 100 notes but for a text post from me it’s impressive so… #100+ #little thoughts

[cassieno]

Just a little something about Crowley and Identity, Questions and Journeys. Full text for screenreaders below.

A Gentle Love - Crowley’s Inner Angel

Always an Optimist

Making nebulas, stars, galaxies, imagining gravity and light. He filled millions of pages with his thoughts and ideas. He had a creation.

He had passion. For his work, his future, and his identity. He’s a creator, a thinker, and with the way he looks at his accomplishments also an artist.  

He put the stars in the sky - a Starmaker. “I have worked on this since…well, always.” He did not just make the stars, he himself was made for this. So it is no surprise that at the end of the day, Crowley believes that the universe will look after him. An optimist at heart, even when his skies come crashing down.

Four Letter Words

Good, Nice, Kind, Care, Love

Four letter words to Crowley are words that betray his former identity, betray that he used to be an Angel. Something he doesn’t want to be anymore, or at the very least something he doesn’t want anyone to know he was. After the Rebellion, the War, and the Fall, Crowley knew that he wasn’t who he used to be. Maybe he tried to cling to what he knew, tried to find these distant joys somewhere inside himself. But in the end, and we don’t know when or why, maybe because of Hell’s restrictions, maybe because of a brooding bitterness towards Heaven, he left the Angel he was behind.

Lost, and with no home for the very first time in history, he believed, presumably, that Hell could provide him with new meaning. He had a new name, new clothes, new parts of himself that had scales and a forked tongue, and monstrous voices. He was given a new identity and a new purpose. But even so, the illusion of belonging hadn’t lasted long.

Humanity had been created and within the very first days of their existence, Crowley was confronted with a dilemma. He gave humanity free will, the ability to decide for themselves between good and evil. In Hell’s opinion, he might have done the right thing: Caused trouble. But he wondered, and oh, he never did stop to wonder, to question, if he might have done the good thing. Not the right thing, not the wrong thing: simply the good thing.

It was Crowley’s story repeated in front of his eyes: The awareness of white and black and grey, the consciousness to decide for themselves, led humans to be cast out of the only home they knew. And still, he thought that with this, he might have done the good thing. And it worries him, because Hell, a place he might have believed caught him after his Fall, wouldn’t like it any more than Heaven had liked his inquiries. He always had a mind of his own, a personal moral compass. And he would need to figure out how to follow it wisely.

Outside the walls of Eden, humanity flourished. And he witnessed how humans could disappoint him, but how they could help him, too. When Adam struck the lion to shield Eve, Crowley saw that there was something inside them that was ready to fight for what they loved and treasured. Humanity was on its own side, and he witnessed Heaven and Hell use them like dolls to settle their disputes. It was then that Crowley decided to be on his own side. To go along with Hell as far as he could. And he helped humanity, helped the innocent whenever he dared because maybe he wished that he had accepted the only helping hand that reached out to him in Heaven.

He witnessed the Flood, witnessed the bet about Job, the Crucifixion, the Wars, and the Apocalypse. He moved through it all, in his own ways, and helped from the shadows, stood by himself. And no matter if angel or demon, or nothing or both, one thing carried him to safety, one thing he kept close to his heart, and that was, that no matter what happened, the universe would always look after him.

Peaceful Existence

Crowley may not be the angel Aziraphale once knew, but there is no denying that it is still a part of him. A part he might want to hide away or ignore or forget, but it is there, and he tries to navigate it, tries to find closure. Who he was is as much a part of him as our childhoods are a part of who we are. We might not want to or even be able to remember the abuse, the tears and the heartache, the longing for something we were too young to name. We might try to detach ourselves from it but as we grow and navigate our past, maybe even as we have to move on without any closure, we may find ourselves longing for what little good moments we had.

Crowley might never want to forgive Heaven and God and Hell but maybe he will come to realize that he can feel misplaced, forgotten, and hurt, and still long for the times when things were different. Long for a distance past so far gone that it becomes harder and harder to remember. Maybe he can realize, that accepting the angel he once was, doesn’t mean that he must be happy or grateful for all the horrible and grotesque things that happened to him. He can take what he wants and use it to craft something new and beautiful, something that can grow and heal his inner angel. And he might find that from time to time he can let himself be an angel. He can let himself be all those four letter words, and he can be good without belonging to Heaven.

When he moved on from Heaven to Hell and then to our side, he had found something new. A special feeling of belonging, something he could plunge himself into and fill his identity with. Something peaceful and kind. But when fragile things break, they tend to have sharp edges. And now he is alone once more and by himself. Which proposes the scariest question he ever had to ask: Who is he, all by himself? Without Heaven and Hell and without Aziraphale, what is left of Crowley?

He might find that he is everything he lost before. Heaven, Hell, Aziraphale – all have shaped his identity, and all stay with him even as he finds himself on his own side once more. Crowley contains multitudes, like all of us, and he might never get answers to all his questions, he might never find out who he really is.

Unable to answer his own questions, there will only be more around the corner. But after all, since Crowley never punished anyone for asking questions, why should he punish himself? Maybe this time he doesn’t need answers. He’s an optimist and anyway, the universe will look after him.

After all of us.

#little thoughts #good omens #crowley #essay #analysis #character analysis #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #angel crowley #please be kind i am not used to being vulnerable

[incorrect-riordanverse]

um sorry but true love is when the most hotblooded scariest hostile warrior in camp falls in love with some hispanic boy who’s been completely discarded by whoever his godly parent may have been, thereby fuelling a resentment leading to him betraying the camp of which the warrior is extremely loyal too, yet instead of going after him when finding him at his weakest (abandoned and literally insane from the pain he’s in) she fights FOR him and does everything in her power to rehabilitate him because, through and through, she loves him still

#they are so underrated it’s completely DESPICABLE #i need to post about them more fr #chrisse #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #riordanverse #incorrect riordanverse #rick riordan #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #little thoughts #hoo #heroes of olympus #i wrote a real short oneshot abt them a fee years back and only posted it a few weeks ago but whilst editing i was thinking: #‘these two are literally the cutest??? why isnt there more of them???’

[pro-mammonologist]

Me explaining to Lucifer that my solution to Mammon’s misbehavior is me giving him a blowjob every time he follows an order. And then explaining to Lucifer that for my assistance, he can pay me back with head each time.

Lucifer: 🧍🏻

Lucifer: 🧍🏻

Lucifer: you’re the same as him.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #Lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #little thoughts

[czortofbaldmountain]

Insects return, and as I watch them, I think of Beelzebub and spring. Rebirth, the other side of decay.

#czortposting #beelzebub devotee #beelzebub deity #demonolatry #luciferian #theistic satanist #beelzebub #little thoughts

[livingintheupsidedown]

steve is an open lover. he brings you flowers and chocolates like a cliché romance movie. he'll give you kisses that feel never ending. he protects you as if you're made of glass, ready to be shattered and it's his job to keep you safe. he'll throw rocks at your window and ask if you wanna sneak out with him. he'll openly ask for your affection in public, practically begging to kiss you and hold you. he flirts with you around other just to watch you blush. he leaves love bites on your neck to dark to cover up so people know you belong to him.

eddie is a secret lover. he's not had much attention from women before and isn't really sure how to do the whole relationship thing. he's not fond of pda, if you're with friends he'll most likely stand on the other side of the group. he might let you hold his hand. he'll never make the move if you're out in public. but he'll get upset if you don't kiss him goodbye. he'll be annoyed if he forgot about a date you had planned. he'll hold you and whisper to you that he 'never wants to let you go' and part of him will hope you didn't hear it. he'll buy you presents and pick up rocks he thinks you'll like. he's asks you to call him when you get home so he knows you're safe and he'll stay up all night by the phone until you call.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #little thoughts

[mothytheghost]

Understanding Eclipse a bit

I've been looking into Eclipse's character alot while watching the show and I've come to see Alot of small details I picked up.

Eclipse is a harsh dude that likes putting people down but not quite. If you pay attention to small details like Eclipse breaking Moon's Portal. This is a sign Eclipse is scared because of Molten. And if Molten is on the loose than more survivors are coming out to get Ruin. Eclipse knows Moon doesn't want Ruin dead yet. Even though Eclipse hates him you gotta remember his interactions with Ruin.

Eclipse now knows Solar's code is in him And this helped him a lot. If Moon let Eclipse kill him then Eclipse will lose track of his plans.

without this information he can't continue without his code. Because that code carries Solar and what's left of him

Eclipse may say things that are untruthful. Sarcastic. Or horrible.

But I believe this is his his way of communication. Lying could be his way to prevent conflict so they don't get mad at him like Moon and Sun.

Ignorance could be a way to hide plans more better and distract himself with task.

A theory I did had is that...

I do believe solar Is alive. He's inside of Eclipse and gaining consciousness within Eclipse. But not fully able to control him because he's weak. That's why Eclipse is caring about Earth and doing all of this. And that's another reason why Eclipse is doubting himself. Because Solar is leading him to these plans mentally without Eclipse realizing he's doing these things.

I do have mixed feelings with this theory tho lol

#tsams #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #sams #tsams eclipse #little thoughts

[strayheartless]

I have a little headcanon that when Sora doesn’t feel too hungry he unironically does stoutness exercises to try and work up a little appetite.

Except he’s kind of forgotten that it’s not really a normal thing that everyone does. So he does it in front of the group (wayfinder, sea salt, riku and kairi etc.), little song and all.

The rest of the group are stuck between looking at him weirdly and thinking it’s possibly the most adorable thing sora has ever done.

#kingdom hearts #kh3 #kh1 #kh2 #kh sora #winnie the pooh #sora and Winnie the Pooh #100 acre wood #sora headcanons #little thoughts #sora #wayfinder trio #sea salt trio #destiny trio

[random-xpressions]

Plenty is not something which everyone can handle. Humble yourself a little when you ask of God. Just because your belief states that He could grant anything doesn't mean that you ask for everything. Even if an ocean is granted, all that you would need is what fits into your little belly. Even if a mountain is granted, all that you could carry to your mouth is just a handful. Plenty is something that ruins many. When you're given more than you could handle, you'd only waste it away and you wouldn't value it enough. But ask for little instead. A little love, a little peace of mind. Somehow that little will be more valuable than an earth full of treasure. A little of everything is all that you need...

Random Xpressions

#little thoughts

[swee7dream]

cg!jaemin who always turns around no matter what you call him.

"jaemie, wake up!" "five more minutes, lovebug..."

"daddy, you're so pretty." "did daddy turn into a mirror, baby? i think you're the prettiest thing in the whole world."

"MAMA! LUNA SCRATCHED ME!" "oh no! come, let me see, sweetheart."

"would you like some more tea, sir bunny?" "i would love that, your highness. your tea parties are always simply divine."

#little thoughts #cg!nct dream #cg!na jaemin

[dumb-doll-lips]

I feel like slut shaming should mean like shaming people for not being slutty enough.

#little thoughts

[cassieno]

His wings had turned completely grey as he stood in front of the throne. Crowley stared straight ahead, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Gabriel was talking, a seeping smugness in his voice. They had lost. The rebellion was over and all of those who had dared to speak up were gathered in the middle of the vast throne room.

The Supreme Archangel smiled as he recited the verdict. She couldn’t even be bothered to show up herself, not even now as she was about to cast millions of her children into the Darkness.

But Crowley stared straight ahead, chin up high. He had noticed one of the Angels who stood off to the side kept turning his head. He could feel his eyes burning into him. Crowley recognised him as Aziraphale, the one who had warned him. Don’t go around questioning her plans.

Oh, he must be rejoicing now. Seeing him standing there, close enough so that Gabriel’s spit could land on his cheek. He must be smiling, elbowing the angels next to him, eager to tell them of his foolishness.

His muscles stiffened, Gabriel’s speech was coming to an end. It became harder to not let his head hang low. Aziraphale‘s eyes infuriated him. Crowley knew he shouldn’t face the angel, shouldn’t give him the attention he so clearly wanted. But he couldn’t help it.

Then, right as he turned his head, the ground opened up. He began to fall. Wings bound behind his back. Nothing he could do. His eyes locked onto Aziraphale.

The last thing Crowley saw of heaven was a pair of blue eyes, filled with desperate helplessness. And for the very first time, his chest filled with regret.

#little thoughts #drabble #good omens #crowley #neil gaiman #aziraphale #good omens fanfiction

[jugheadthelesbian]

prim’s name being reaped. gale pulling katniss back before she can volunteer for her. prim walking herself up to the stage legs shaking. gale volunteering to go with her so she’s not alone. prim meeting rue. the two becoming allies. gale dying to save prim. the rule being changed, two tributes of the same gender can win. rue and prim winning, making them the youngest victors ever. the two of them in matching dresses holding hands at every district during their victor tour.

#little thoughts #primrose everdeen #rue the hunger games #the hunger games trilogy #the hunger games au

[arikihalloween]

I didn't quite expect to be doing this very smol QnA tonight, but I just wanted to say thank you guys

After this morning's ask it's actually really nice to just be answering silly questions about me or what I like

It felt great

So, thank you

I wasn't really upset per say, I can't really describe how I felt

I'm used to talk of death so I wasn't bothered by the what if scenario, but the way it was phrased weirded me out quite a bit

And in the end I got to talk about me a little ! I love doing that :3

Now it's my turn to ask the questions ! If you come across this share your fav color and fav wh character and fav thing to draw !!

#little thoughts #to whoever reads this #before i go to bed

[reikumaz]

rei sakuma who spent many years of his life isolated and unable to connect with other people on a personal level or really any sort of level. constantly worked thin, treated as an ethereal being who had been sent to earth from the heavens above to save a doomed humanity.

rei sakuma who finally gets to get a taste of normalcy when he’s with you. such a sweet flavor… he craves you more than anything or anyone. he’ll tease you to see you fluster and playfully hit his arm to get him stop. and he himself, someone who always knows what to say, gets rendered speechless sometimes when you return his teasing.

rei sakuma who treasures your presence. he’ll kiss your hand and whisper into your skin careless words, entwined with love. trail those kisses right up your arm until he reaches your mouth, lingering his lips along the end of yours. a soft whisper of emotion, a simple declaration of love.

rei sakuma who cant bring himself to grow tired of your sweet lips. he can’t stop stealing kisses much to the dismay of the others who surround him and get embarrassed. helping him with his music? he wants a kiss between page flips. you’re studying with him? he wants a kiss as a payment every time he helps you. you wish to rest in his coffin? not without giving him a kiss first.

rei sakuma who can’t stop himself from coming up with a new nickname every time you two set your gazes upon one another. one moment you’re his dearest, the next you’re his moon. you’re his angel. his night. his heart.

rei sakuma who asks you to stay within his arms as he rests within his tomb. he wishes to affirm you exist, your warmth seeping into icy touch. you don’t flinch when he makes contact with you, you’ve grown used to his abnormal body temperature. as a matter of fact, you’ve embraced it. you meld your body with his as if he were radiating heat, never mentioning you were cold, only burrowing yourself further into his chest as you two lay in silence.

rei sakuma who feels as though you saved him from the depths of darkness that lay in this world. he’s even grown so comfortable, his persona slips away on the occasion without him realizing. in that slim moment, he’s not rei sakuma, one of the five eccentrics who practically ruled the world. he’s just rei sakuma—

the little boy who craved comfort and attention from others. the little boy who wanted to form a genuine bond with someone who sees him as just another human being on the planet, the same as everyone else.

rei sakuma who found love, tranquility, and a piece of his humanity within a person.

#rei sakuma #enstars #rei sakuma x reader #rei x reader #enstars x reader #little thoughts

[doll444luv]

would've been the best cunty gf with an ugly ass bf where it's charity work on my end and everyone feels bad for me but god had other plans and decided to make me gay

#coquette #hell is a teenage girl #this is what makes us girls #girlblogging #dollette #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del rey #lizzy grant #female insanity #insanity #obviously doctor you've never been a 13 year old girl #little thoughts