#my brithing

[mydearestpen]

Tell us about your first role

#nicola coughlan #penelope featherington #lady whistledown #polin #wimbledon #Ralph Lauren x British Vogue’s annual Wimbledon lunch #polo ralph lauren #ralph lauren #bridgerton #Brith Vogue #Tell us about your first... #gifs created by me #My Brother's War

[frogs-with-tea]

I think a lot about Zoro being scared out of his mind about childbirth, and how after is all said and done he considers it one of the worst things he's experienced. Since Zoro is a character who's all about control over the body, strength, and stoicism, childbirth would be hard for him to cope with.

And I think about how he has to open himself up to the love and support around him so he can get to the other side of it

#one piece #roronoa zoro #mpreg #zosan #a/b/o #omegaverse #cw childbirth #non art #it's about the vulnerability #the call coming from inside the house #I also thing about how Zoro would reflect on it afterwards #hated being in that pain and emotional state #but would do it a world over for his baby #then whoops my hand slipped and gave him a traumatic birth with ryu #then after that. when he's been really bared raw to the world. he's like. I can't do this again. I can't. I can't go through that again #and everyone loves and supports him for that #also ive been considering doing a comic where zoro and sanji have a laugh over the lamaze tape chopper gave them #but zoro has a genuine panic attack the more it talks about brith and has to have a real conversation about how scared he is

[crow-collective15]

Dude I love being on Birth control, I just had a period and it wasn’t immobilizing painful like normal and I hardly bleed like- that was the best period of my life

#tw blood #periods #tw periods #osdd #endos dni #tw birth control #brith control #I’m so happy #it’s also helping with my dysphoria

[upthewitchypunx]

I may have prematurely planted my tomatoes even though it was after our frost date. It didn't get down to freezing, but it got cold and the tomatoes looked sad, so I made them a tent for last night.

#was worried someone would steal our sheets #but they are only flat sheets #and we have graduated to the more sensible fitted sheet and duvet #my sleep has been immerseably better or not getting wrapped up or untucked top sheets #love how my briths houseguests get so confused by top sheets #i put them on the beds anyway to see who figures it out or not

[ace-malarky]

Music

Shapeshifter WIP shenanigans!

This is from when Syn has Commenced Their Spying Activities and are in The Other Place and is mayyyyyybe feeling a little bit overwhelmed

in which Bryn tries to sound out Val and finds that she really wants to just help them out as much as she can

~~

Bryn hummed a soft tune as she carded through the wool, the sound a sweet counterpoint to the city life happening beyond her fence. At this time of day, it was all children and their older siblings on their way to school. A fair few of them called out to greet her, waving.

Their fathers and mothers had done much the same earlier, on their way to work.

Bryn spared them all a smile and a wave, a word for those that stayed longer at her fence, as she always had. As she always would.

When the last of the children had gone by and the street fell silent once more, Bryn kept working. Her humming grew louder, occasionally letting words slip out.

Somewhere – perhaps the house across the street and three down, they were always leaving seed out – birds were singing their own chorus.

Bryn stopped her hands and closed her eyes to listen better, marking the changes to their songs and varied calls.

She heard the footsteps coming down the street. As much as whoever they were was trying to be quiet, there must have been metal on the soles of their boots that clicked against the stone slabs.

“Ms Bryn?”

She opened her eyes to see that young dragon touched standing at her fence. “Val. How lovely to see you! Come in, come in, I’ll put the kettle on.” She stood, carefully setting the wool to the side.

Val pushed open the gate and latched it behind them, crossing the small garden in three strides.

Bryn entered her house. “Make yourself at home. There are slippers if you would like a pair.”

The younger dragon touched nodded and placed a hand against the wall to steady themself as they took their boots off.

Bryn set about picking out cups and a teapot and yesterday’s tea loaf. “I’m afraid it’s not newly baked, but it keeps well. Do you like tea loaf?”

“Yes, thank you.” Val followed her into the kitchen. “I should have brought something with me, I’m sorry.”

“The next time, dear.” Bryn smiled at them.

There was a silver chain wrapped around one of their horns that hadn’t been there before. It was a delicate thing, with twisting charms that looked like antlers bearing droplets of gems.

“I’m glad to see you’ve started to make connections,” she said, although that chain looked like far too much for a new acquaintance.

“Oh.” Val tilted their head, raising a hand to touch the hanging gems. “It’s – this is from home. From a friend. I didn’t want to risk it on the road.”

That rang true, even if it didn’t sing quite right.

“They must be an important friend.”

“Yes,” Val said softly. “She is.”

Bryn set a slice of the loaf before them. “I’m afraid I can’t quite get the same fruit down here, but I do my best.” She poured the tea.

“It looks good.” Al picked up the tray.

Bryn ushered them through into her receiving room and pointed them to the couch.

“Do you play?” Val’s gaze caught on the piano as they scanned the room.

“I teach the children, when they’re curious,” Bryn replied. “I haven’t played myself in a long time.” She sat down, pulling a coaster nearer to her end of the table and setting her cup on it. “Do you play?”

“Not really. I’ve dabbled a bit, but nothing ever really seems to stick.” Val turned their hands over.

Their hands were thickset, like the rest of them. Short and stubby, the knuckles scabbed. They didn’t look like musician’s hands, but Val handled the delicate tea cup with care.

“I wanted to thank you,” they said. “For inviting me round. You didn’t have to do that.”

“There are so few of us here.” Bryn shook her head. “I came down with my family. I can’t imagine making that trip alone.”

“It was hard,” Val admitted. “But it had to be done.” They looked up, meeting Bryn’s gaze.

There was more of a resolve to them now, she could see that.

“You look more settled now.”

“I’ve found a few places.” Val shrugged. “And I know more of what I’m doing. Everything gets easier when you have a definable purpose, right?”

“Take care that your purpose does not define your whole being,” Bryn said, 2because when it finishes, or changes, you may find yourself lost.”

Val took a drink rather than answer.

“I’m sorry, dear. I just worry.”

“You really care,” Val said. “I understand, I think.” They sighed and something about them relaxed. Suddenly they looked so much younger. So much more lost. “Would you play something for me?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’m not very good at it any more. I only play simple tunes these days.”

“I’m not – sorry. You’ve already invited me in, given me tea and tea loaf. I shouldn’t ask more.”

She’d meant this visit to be about them, to learn where they might fit in, where she’d be best to introduce them. She’d meant for it to be a pleasant morning’s talk before she made her decisions.

Bryn found herself standing, taking her cup to the piano, sitting down before it. Ignoring the sheafs of music as she stretched out her fingers. This would still help, she told herself.

Val looked like they needed help.

Bryn started to play. She started with small tunes, easy tunes, the ones that she taught to the children. Behind her she heard Val let out a breath that was almost a sigh.

“Do you have any requests?”

“Something that sounds like home.”

Bryn kept playing as she thought, adding in trills and accidentals as the tune slowly morphed into something more complicated. None of the songs she knew from home translated well to a solo piano.

That didn’t mean she hadn’t transposed them regardless, made of them the best she could to keep her home close.

She swept her left hand down the keys in a rippling scale until she was playing in the deep notes and as close to the style of double bass as she could. With her right hand, she added the melody where it swooped in and out of trill and slurs.

“It’s beautiful,” Val murmured, barely audible above the piano.

Bryn smiled. “There are whole orchestras here that could play this as it should be.”

“I’ll have to see if I can get tickets.”

“Tell me when you are free,” Bryn replied. “I will get you good seats.”

Val was quiet for long enough that Bryn worried she’d said the wrong thing.

She stopped playing and turned to see Val curled onto the couch, chin on the backrest as they watched her.

“You really don’t have to do all of this for me,” they said. “I don’t need – I don’t deserve this much from you.”

“This isn’t about what you think you deserve,” Bryn said, leaving the piano behind and stepping around the couch to sit beside Val. “It’s about what I can give.”

“Still.” Val shifted back to give her more room. “You shouldn’t…” They looked away.

“Val. Would you like to go to a concert with me? I have a standing invitation with the dragon touched orchestra.”

Val laughed. “How? Why?”

“I have helped a lot of them through the years, and they all feel some need to repay me.” Bryn smiled.

Val flicked their gaze to Bryn’s adorned horns. “I’ll… I’d like that, I think. Not sure when I’ll have time is the only thing.”

“We’ll make it work.” Bryn reached to take their hand and squeeze it.

She would introduce them. They needed more roots if they were to do more than survive.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Bryn smiled. “Now, if you would like to stay for a touch longer, you are welcome to.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“If you want to,” Bryn repeated. She patted Val’s hand as she stood.

Val stayed on the couch.

Bryn took the teapot through to refill it, beginning to hum old songs.

When she returned, Val was asleep on the couch.

Bryn smiled and pulled a blanket over them, then left them there as she continued on with her day, humming all the while.

#shapeshifter wip #writing pieces #syn #bryn #the piece that almost fucked me up as I wrote it #but I think it's been long enough tbh #(it's been half a year) #and admittedly I did not lean into it as much as I could have. maybe when I write more of her #the choice between calling it tea loaf and calling it bara brith lmao #what? my dragons? welsh? way more likely than you think

[nepobabyeurydice]

Chapters: 3/10 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV 2023), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Annabeth Chase & Alfred Pennyworth, Annabeth Chase & Damian Wayne, Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson) & Tim Drake Characters: Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson), Zoë Nightshade (Percy Jackson), Grover Underwood, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Aubrey Chase, Tyson (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Black Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Biological Parent Bruce Wayne, Angst and Humor, Book 2: The Sea of Monsters (Percy Jackson), Book 3: The Titan's Curse (Percy Jackson), Book 4: The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson), Book 5: The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson), Annabeth Chase has Abandonment Issues (Percy Jackson), Gotham City is Terrible, Batfamily is a Mess (DCU), Annabeth Chase Smokes (Percy Jackson), Slow To Update, because Author has a 'life' Series: Part 2 of among the stars that have a different birth, Part 2 of make the path crimsoncovered, purplepaved, redsaturated Summary:

5 times Annabeth returns to Wayne Manor + 5 times her friends and family do.

#among the stars that have a different brith #annabeth chase #thalia grace #percy jackson #grover underwood #brude wayne #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #🖋️

[queen-of-weird-girl-nation]

new oc just dropped

She’s a 7 year old girl and is named Florence Chastity Andrews

she likes: nature, her other siblings, her dolls, carrots, fun facts

she dislikes: the bully in her school who calls her “19 kids and counting”, wearing a bun, her ‘blessed name’ (Chasity is the blessed name), her name in general, braids

her greatest desire: to get her period so she can finally unbraid her hair (girls in Brith cannot keep their hair out of braids until they get their period)

#Brith #Brithism #fictional religion #my ocs #picrew

[mulletluvr21]

Old digital piece I left unfinished bc the anatomy was janked :P also have no idea if nudity is ok on tumblr so we’ll find out ig blehhh

#illustration #art #artists on tumblr #my art #drawing #artist #digital illustration #digital painting #procreate #digital art #greek mythology #greek gods #greek myth art #roman mythology #aphrodite #venus #brith of Venus

[georgia-stanway]

Gonna help my mum prepare a bara brith for her to bring into work on Saturday so maybe that'll create some good vibes for the team or something who knows

#i say help her prepare a bara brith really it's just standing in the kitchen while i assure her she's pouring tea over mixed fruit right lol #shes never made one before see #always makes me a bit sad when i make welsh food because i don't have any family recipes like i do german food #the only family recipe i know from thag side is a cookies and cream thing my grandmother copied from a radio show #i always blame my English great great grandmother which is a bit mean but recipes tend to go down the maternal line #and my great grandmother's welsh grandparents died before she was born #although they did have a shit tonne of cousins and some of them stayed in wales even if half of them did go to the states #just one of those things innit

[cordialsilence]

One of the benefits of having purchased a long charger is that I don’t have to hang off my bed folded at a 90 degree angle when my phone’s battery is low but on the flip side it’s almost 3am and I lay here comfortable and unfolded with my phone on low power mode at 17% and charging I can’t help feeling like it enables my screen addiction a bit

#ok that’s all #sleepy time now #probably not though #because #hashtag crippling addiction that nobody talks about because almost everyone has the same addiction #and a LOT of money is made off of said addiction #oh also when anyone under 40 tries to talk about said addiction we get shamed and told it’s our fault #when I’m reality hundreds of companies with trillions of dollars and nearly spend countless resources to keep us addicted #and everyone is like vaguely aware #cough cough #the algorithm #and people over 40 just pretend they’re not addicted because they’ve convinced themselves that it only affects young people #and kids today are growing up with screens basically from brith #and not knowing life without screens #so their/our addictions are guaranteed since grown ass adults can’t not get addicted to social media and screens and whatever #any technology is useful yes #and social media can and has been fun #but the harm it causes is profitable so no one will stop it #thanks for coming to my Ted talk enjoy being slaves to social media as much as you can #- a kid with an addiction #(which would be sad if it was like drugs or cigarettes)

[glynmostyn]

I managed to remember to brew tea and let my dried berry fruits soak in it all night so i can bake bara brith today

Making Welsh cakes this morning, both the traditional recipe and a savory one I found that i really enjoy

There's even some daffodils growing out in the snow I can wear

#//he's living my dream because I forgot to do that and only have a tiny narcissus to pin to my shirt 😭 #//gonna be real sad all day about the bara brith #//Welsh cakes when i get home are a maybe...my kitchen is a fucking disaster

[mossflower]

oh happy brithday!!!! thats. not how u spell that. hm. ah well, happy brithday it is then

hsjfjkdkskd thank you lily!!

#tis indeed. my day of brith #asks

[nei-ning]

You. Perfect. Love Yourself.

“Selfish clown! A self-righteous narcissist! Selfish dick! Loving yourself has nothing to do with those previous namecallings. Loving yourself is prerequisite of loving others.

If you are ‘you’ with yourself and you like yourself the way you are, you also can love others as the way how they are. If you don’t love yourself, you most likely want to change them or own them. Your insecurity about yourself reflects on other relationships and easily ruins them.

Look at yourself and your life. Do you really want to be someone else? I would say very few wants. So, if you decided to be yourself, then why you wouldn’t love yourself? In the end you have to be with yourself for a very long time.

Today’s homework: Be gentle to yourself today. Don’t judge your thoughts, actions or desires. Look at yourself from the mirror and smile. See how your face brightens up when you smile. Pull your shoulders back and stand tall. Say: “This is what I am and it’s good!” Take a deep breath, laugh a little and forgive yourself everything. Let Love step in you today and always. Only that way you can extend it to others.

Cheers for lovely and beautiful!”

- Lifestyle entrepreneur, Tuomas Mikkonen

#text #self love #positive message #psychology #Tuomas Mikkonen #I realized the other day #that I need to treat myself like I would treat my best friend #or a loved one #You are with you 24/7 from brith to death #why hate yourself? #Love yourself #be kind and gentle to yourself #YOU MATTER #YOU deserve it

[gay-jewish-bucky]

HELLO!!?!??!?!?!?

Your Age on Tumblr – Help Center

looks like alec lightwood and the winter soldier are now 18+ content if ur an apple user i guess...

also warning:

#tumblr #YOU HAVE MY BRITH YEAR IS THAT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!?!??!? #weird how there was no big post abt this #personcole

[queen-of-weird-girl-nation]

Things Clara brings to service:

2 notebooks, multiple pens and highlighters, a New Truth journalling edition

Things Bridget brings to service:

Her phone

#Brith #Brithism #Fictional religion #my ocs

[totallynotanthony]

#I've fucking had it with my brother #This was the last straw #I gave him one thing he couldn't do and he fucking did it! #I can't handle anymore Kanye and dumb slang #It started with his brith and this was my last straw #I can't have no peace from him! #anthony talks