#patience young ones

[yardsards]

also. amber gris as a character is really important to me as an appalachian.

not just her accent or the specific type of person justin based her off of but like

the feeling of losing someone to addiction/overdose while the government does nothing to help, just criminalizes and stigmatizes and makes things worse. which obviously happens in more places than just around here, but we have one of the highest rates of overdose death in the whole country and that whole set of scenes felt like they were really informed by growing up around that

#eliot posts #taz #taz ethersea #the adventure zone #amber gris #drugs cw #death mention #i've made posts like this and deleted them cuz i never feel like i'm wording it just right but just. god. #i'm lucky enough to have never been addicted or to have a best friend or immediate family member die from it #but i've lost or nearly lost extended family to it #and it's like. #my own accent isn't that thick and neither is my immediate family's or best friends' #but i've known ppl who talked like her. #specifically a man named larry who lived with us when we were real young #for some reason especially the way amber says ''come on'' just always reminds me so strongly of larry's voice. he said that phrase a lot #he was the one who taught me to tie my shoes even after my parents lost patience with me for being 'too old' to not understand #he drank excessively like my dad did but he never got mean with us kids #he came and went a few times over the years. the final time he left was when i was in late elementary #he died of an overdose when i was in high school. i didn't feel much of anything at the time. #it had been so long since i'd seen him but also i was at a point in my life where i'd've been numb to big emotions like that anyway #so my parents got drunk about it and i did nothing. just went to school and shit as usual. #i did not expect those feelings to get dredged up by a goddamned comedy dnd podcast #but they did it well i think #even though i had to pause it to take a breather multiple times. i enjoyed it overall. cathartic i guess?

[green-alien-turdz]

MORE CREEK PLS I NEED FO FEED OFF IT 🙏🙏🙏

Eventually. I've got a few more things planned before creek shit shows up again n I haven't even started on the other stuff, so it'll be a minute

#asks #i will not let you starve though bro. patience young one

[ikemenomegas]

Gave my love

Portgas D Ace x Reader || Shooting Stars

a/n: Make a Wish prompt fill for panda-anon. I am crying because my first draft spun off into the void of my own technological mishaps, so I hope the second version is satisfactory. I'm sorry it took so long (it took forever for me to do the rewrite these last few weeks have been a bit hectic) I hope that you enjoy it! I apologize if Ace seems at all ooc, it's been a long time since I last took a deep dive into his character. He reads to me as someone who would be kind of a tsundere about romantic feelings but able to be happy if he told himself it was "just friends" so he could pretend to be normal about it. The boy has so many excuses: Butterflies? he's happy to see you, feeling hot? he's made of fire, jealous of your attention? you were his friend first... (also the linked song aged remarkably well, it's fun and noisy and is where the title came from) Thank you so much to my friend who braved an omegaverse fic to edit for me. I hate editing my own stuff and she did such a good job making sure that things weren't too obtuse. cw: omegaverse, alpha!reader, Ace's canon compliant self worth issues

The trouble with narcolepsy isn't the daytime hours. He'd learned to manage those when he was a kid. The trouble comes at night, when his body is visited with the opposite impulse.

Ace rolls over for the nth time. Now, with the same insistence it had put him to sleep, his body pulls him awake.

He follows that pull with heavy, silent steps. He stretches his arms above his head and feels his back pop. He leaves his hat by his bunk, suddenly eager for the sea breeze through his hair.

He hesitates for a moment. Though he no longer gets cold, he considers wrapping something around his shoulders. His pillows and blankets still smell faintly of you. He looks at the bed.

No one is around to accuse him of something so treacherous as longing, but he still jerks his head away and pretends as if he hadn't spent much too long considering such a thing.

When he leaves the covered floors of the ship a bird - he cannot see where it come from - flutters down and nearly clips his head. It's not a seagull. He wonders for a moment, could it be?, but he quickly casts the thought away. Probably not.

A flash of light streaks across the sky, distracting him.

The worn railing is smooth, almost soft, beneath his fingertips when he leans over it. He folds his arms and lays his head in the cradle of his elbow.

He's been dealing with insomnia for the better part of a decade, either waking in the night or not sleeping at all. He'd see Luffy, sprawled out on the floor of the hideout, snot bubbles and not a care in the world. Even though his little brother didn't often notice his midnight absences, even when Ace would show up with prey in the morning, being unnoticed had not left him feeling unwanted.

Knowing someone was waiting staved off the loneliness. Becoming Whitebeard's son had been the best decision of his life. Yet tonight, he has no desire to disturb the sentries or wake a crew member for company.

A glossy black crow lands on the rail within easy reach. It cocks its head at him, warbling low in the back of its throat. Ace narrows his eyes at it, staring until the crow shrinks back, feather ruffling. This was the bird that had almost hit the back of his head, he's sure of it.

It looks almost sheepish at it places a little bag on the rail between them.

When he doesn't pick it up right away, the bird pushes it closer with one delicate claw, bobbing its head.

He picks it up slowly, keeping an eye on the bird. It tilts its head back and forth, clicking in the back of its throat. It takes him a moment to catch it in the dim light: the reflection of your Eye in the black marble of the crow's.

A grin showing teeth makes its way across his face.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi." Sound comes out of the crow's open beak like there is a microphone in its throat, like there's a snail in its belly. It doesn't move in synchrony with the words, but in an unsettling sort of pantomime.

Your voice is made ragged by the crow, but even with one word he knows it is yours. His grin goes lopsided and he weighs the pouch in his hand.

"Fancy seeing you here, pretty bird" he says.

The crow makes a hacking sort of cough he knows to be its version of your scoff coming from its mouth, but the bird rubs its beak against the gleaming wood of the ship, as though to take the sting from the sound.

"I do occasionally have good timing," it says with your voice.

He leans his head on his arms and looks directly at the bird. His gaze cuts through the animal in front of him and to you on the other side. One side of his bangs falls across his eye.

He has some idea of what you do, but not exactly. He knows it's dangerous, for a certain value of dangerous. You go to places he hasn't seen yet.

When he asks you where you are, you tell him about places you've been, never where you recently were. You don't relent even when he pries, whining low in his throat at your typical evasiveness. The crow speaks the rusted over name of some island he's never heard of.

When he asks you how training is going, the bird does some funny little movements that require it to over-correct when it nearly falls off the rail and imitates the sounds of bo staffs colliding.

The sentry peeks down from a higher level. Ace waves them off, feeling suddenly defensive. He wants to keep this moment a secret.

The bird freezes, looking up from where it's hunched over in an all too human kind of expression that reminds him of the last time you were a guest of the Whitebeard pirates and you'd raided the kitchens with him, sneaking around with unnecessary stealth, pressing back as if to hide him from every passing shadow until he was giggling into your shoulder, you scents mingling as you sweated under the hot atmosphere of a nearby volcanic island.

He snickers as the bird shakes its feathers flat again, giving an experimental little croak and finally straightening up when the noise doesn't immediately bring the sentry back running, looking out for his crewmate. The bird bumps his hand, as if to draw attention to it, and Ace draws his fingers through the soft, smooth feathers.

When you creakily ask him about his own recent adventures, you offer tidbits from the news to get him started, and it warms him in a very strange way to think you've been keeping an eye on him.

Eventually, the late night catches up and a comfortable quiet settles around the two of you.

Ace listens to the crow's low gargly kkqrk as it moves on its perch. He smirks to himself at the sight of the shining black bird shifting against the star scattered, velvet night.

"Are you going to open it?" you, finally ask. The bird pecks emphatically at the rail by the velvety bag.

All of the bird's expressive hopping and pecking for excited emphasis is so very un-human. It amuses him to imagine you puppetting the creature, instructing it to dip and flap for his benefit, even though he knows it is more akin to the bird itself interpreting your emotions.

Even so when the bird, looks at him, he can almost see the pleading look only you can pull off. Truly and delightfully uncanny.

He sighs as if it is all a chore, bobbing the pouch up and down on the string wound around his fingers. The crow follows with the movement with its beak and then its whole body.

"Should I?" he muses. "Suppose I save it-"

The bird all but stamps its little grey scaled foot in expressing your impatience and he laughs at you, at the odd humanity of the motion, as he finally does open the bag, drawstrings tangled in his fingers.

The contents of the pouch glitters, even in the starlight.

"How nice," he says, opening the mouth of the bag wide to reveal an array of crystals inside. "A good bit of shine."

All pirates of course liked things that gleamed. As did crows. The bird tilts its head between his face and the bits of rock in his hand.

He shifts them around in the bag. There are many colors.

"You should try one," it - you - says, shifting its weight. The bird stayed almost perfectly still, head tilted as it took in his incredulous expression.

"I am not dumb enough to eat rocks."

"I know."

The bird, peers up at him, blankly expectant.

Ace looks back in the bag and eventually plucks one of the crystals out. It's orange bleeding into purple like a storm ridden twilight and edged like the inside of a geode.

He glances once more at the bird, at you, but the creature just shuffles its wings to sit more primly against its body. Ace has never been very good at backing down from a dare.

Still he bites down very very carefully.

The crystal cracks apart under his teeth and spills sweetness on his tongue - plum and passion fruit, tart and bright and dark again, like the last touch of a setting sun. The outside is hard and cool like stone, but falls away to jelly by the time his bite sinks to the center.

He cannot help the way his eyes go slightly wide.

"Where are these from?" he asks.

"I made them," your voice slips from the bird's parted beak, almost shy. "The King of Kettles taught me," you add fondly.

He nibbles on more of the crystal, candy he now knows. Rock candy, he thinks as he grins to himself. He's not sure when the last time someone brought him candy of all things. Sugar is expensive no matter its source, and sometimes hard to find among the islands. Even syrups made from fruit would take a long time to make.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!" The crow interrupts his thoughts with a trumpeting, too loud, cackling sort of caw.

He stuffs a corner of the crystal into the crow's beak, interrupting the sound with a choking, fluttering, sputtering.

One thing about birds is that regardless of interpretation, they are sometimes not very good at managing their volume.

The crow hunches over, sending Ace as dirty a look as it can manage. You consider having it play dead, just to get back at him, but the shuffling attention of the sentries has you, the crow, freezing in his shadow.

You are reminded, somewhat guiltily, that your welcome on Whitebeard's territory does not give you unrestricted access, even for stolen moments like this.

But again, Ace waves off the inquisitive sentries, and they go, because he is the commander of the second division.

Ace can tell that they're curious, but this is for him, for now. In the morning if they or anyone asks, he will tell and laugh and tease. And it will be real.

This is real too. He feels protective of this moment, even if it is only a crow with your Eye as a glossy, curved reflection. It's his little secret.

It's not in his nature to keep secrets. Not for long. But for a while, he wants to keep this one. Not out of shame, not like the other, but because this one is warm like a glowing coal.

It is his, to follow the direction of a falling star and have a bird deliver him a gift and a conversation. You can't tell him where you are or where you're going, but you have frequent, funny little names that are familiar enough that you can tell him stories and he knows of whom you speak. The King of Kettles, Catfish, the Forlorn Maiden - all of them people he has never and likely will never meet.

Do you have a secret name for him, do you tell people about him? Something meant to safeguard him from the world?

Will there ever be a time when he isn't the secret? When that secret doesn't drag a darkness along behind it to cover those who know?

Another flash of light goes across the sky - blink and you'll miss it.

He sees it, you don't, going in the same direction as before. It flies away into the night.

Slowly, through the odd technicolor vision of the crow, you see a closed off, thoughtful expression take the place of the easy smile from before.

"What are you thinking of?"

The crow's hissed approximation of a whisper should be unsettling but it isn't.

Ace leans his arm on the railing and looks over at you, at the crow. The corner of his mouth lifts up, but he can't put enough of his heart into it to cover the melancholy.

He finds himself wishing for your scent. Sending a bird is one thing, but if he had not seen the Eye, he wouldn't have even been able to tell you it was you there, and not some well trained pet.

"I wish you were here," he sighs, reaching out to run a finger over the bird's smooth head feathers.

The bird ruffles its wings and says nothing. There is a long moment of nothing, long enough that Ace thinks of going back to bed. Sleep is finally reaching for him, he can feel the chill of it on his skin.

It's through the quiet of the dark that it finds him, a dull sound, almost at the edge of hearing.

He reaches out with his awareness, scanning the sea for any creature stupid enough to attack one of Whitebeard's fleet. A Sea King would be a bit of bedtime fun. Or it might be the distant sound of canons, although intuition tells him that isn't it.

The sound gets closer. It is not canons or the writhing movements of a deep water monster. It is more like someone shaking out sheets, but as regular as a sleeper's heart - the flap of wings.

He sees a shape, black on black, in the distance. It vanishes between one blink and the other, melting into the night. Another shimmer of light falls overhead while the wingbeats suddenly disappear.

Ace remembers owls and the way they hunt, swooping silently down upon their prey. He looks up to see if the watch is at all disturbed, and then to his left. The crow is gone.

The wingbeats return, now soft and so close. Right below him. He looks over the rail and a familiar face rises up to meet him.

This crow upon which you sit is longer than him if he were to lay down, feet and fingers pointed as far as they would go. It drifts upon the shallow eddy stirred up by the ship, drifting alongside.

"Hello," you say. You're smiling. Teasing snatches of scent get caught in the sea breeze.

From behind, the crow that had been your mouthpiece swoops down upon your shoulder.

"Willful thing," you say to it.

It croaks, head bobbing cheekily.

"Hi," he says. His heart feels like it's soaring, light alongside you, every whoosh of blood a wingbeat.

"I heard you," you say, nudging the crow's chest with your finger.

"You do occasionally have good timing," he says, grinning wide.

The enormous bird flaps a few times, slowly, up to the level of the rail.

He catches you when you slide over the side of the ship and step onto the deck. He never feels the flames when they come from him, but your palm sliding over his makes him feel like he's burning.

"I think I'm going to be in trouble with your Father," you say, shrugging a shoulder, "for the bird."

It croaks again, and then caws, as if to prove a point. The both of you wince.

"I'll tell him you came for me," Ace replies. He doesn't bother to keep quiet now, but that's alright. The bag of sweets you brought him dangles around his wrist like a charm.

You're a little breathless when you look at him. He can see stars reflected in your eyes.

"Whenever you want me."

#portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #it's implied that the reader is somehow involved with the revolutionary army #alpha!reader #omegaverse #panda anon #thank you so much for your patience #this was super fun to write #and i really enjoyed getting back into his character a little bit #hope that i did it justice! #i forgot how young and repressed ace is XD #he will absolutely reject outright romance so you can't tell him that shhhh #just pretend there's another reason he's special and it'll be fine and give him time to figure it out #prompt fill #make a wish prompt fill

[banterismylovelanguage]

While Nahida is the type of parental figure to gently take Scaramouche’s hand while crossing the street under the guise that she is the one that needs comfort and security,

Venti is the type to take Scaramouche fishing when he has no idea what that is, tell him it’s a thrilling bonding activity that means catching the “creatures of the deep, dark sea,” only for Scaramouche to wait five minutes before asking when the “fishing” starts, to then learn Venti is trying to teach him patience.

And it absolutely involves Scaramouche near throwing the line with the hook at Venti himself.

I could see Scaramouche taking one of Venti’s arrows and using it to stab the first fish he sees as time drags on.

#venti: patience young one #scaramouche: I have bloodlust old man #nahida: so let’s take it one step at a time. together of course! #yes I could be swayed by this trio #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #nahida #venti #scaramouche #or is it #wanderer

[echosong971]

y’all-

it’s happening.

#WE’RE DOIN’ IT #WE’RE DOIN’ IT GAMERS #finally had some time to draw and got a chance to work on this thing :’) #thank u for y’all’s patience life has been CHAOTIC but i will FINISH this drawing even if it KILLS ME *shakes fist at the sky* #oh and the one of crow too lol don’t think i’ve forgotten ;) #cayde #cayde 6 #destiny cayde #hunter vanguard #echo #echo 3 #oc #the young wolf #the guardian #destiny hunter #hearts and spades #63 #cayde and echo #cayde x oc #cayde x the young wolf #cayde x young wolf #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #echosong971 #art #digital art #fanart #destiny art

[mitchmotch]

I'm so interested in your Anastasia au! will you tell us more?

yes of course i will! @revalito and i are genuinely so elated that so many people like the au HEHJKSDHJKS i will always want to talk about it trust

i don't know if there was something specific you wanted me to talk about, so i'll just talk about their time in the cloud recesses when they were younger =]

as i said before in my tags, wwx found lwj sitting outside the gentian cottage waiting for his mom and that's how they first met--he brought him a blanket and something warm to drink and offered to sit next to him. after that wwx would find lwj every now and then and hang around a bit but not for long. that does.. imply that his parents died sooner but well. HEJDSJKSD we figured one of the servants was his dad's close friend that agreed to babysit wwx for a while before they died, so now at least wwx has someone that was considered family (and that can tell him about his parents)

wwx didn't actually start working as a servant until he got older and that's when he was really allowed to interact with lwj. silly little comments turned into prompts to speak more and eventually, they'd have "conversations" (lwj would listen, wwx would talk) as wwx did what he had to. one day lwj asked wwx if he would be allowed to be a personal assistant on a quick task he had to do outside of the cloud recesses, and of course that's allowed. and that's the loophole they found to spend more time together =]

lxc knows about lwj's crush. he could read it on him easily HEJKSDJK i'd like to think one time wwx was called in to serve something to them, and as he did he made some comment to lwj. lwj acknowledged him with a small uptick of his lips and lxc was just ⁉️⁉️⁉️ HEHKJDHJKDHDJK he starts making excuses for wwx to go see lwj. the first time he asks a servant to call for wwx bc he needed something delivered to his brother it started a rumor within the servants immediately. this is where the teasing among them began HEHJKSDJKSDK lxc is the main reason why eventually wwx is the main servant/one of the only servants for lwj

wwx starts learning about cultivation in his free time--and we'd like to think the gusulan sect would set aside a teacher for willing servants on their breaks--but he never attends any actual classes. it isn't until they accept guest disciples when they're around 15/16 that he even entertains the idea. he probably makes a side comment to lwj, like "ah, guest disciples… it would have been nice to attend a class or two.." and lwj is immediately like i'm on it. he talks to lqr to attend the classes and ofc here lan qiren doesn't Need lwj to be a good example to wwx like he does in the novel, but we think lqr would still want to show him off HEHJKSJKSD also, lxc is probably like "it would be nice if wangji had more friends =] perhaps if we have wwx in there (someone he is already comfortable with) he would be more willing?" and that seals the deal HEJKSDHJKSD wwx is invited to his classes to be a "personal servant" to keep up appearances, but he is there to learn.

of course some other people there aren't to keen on the idea of having a servant in the class with them, so this time when lqr calls on wwx, it's not to test him, it's to prove his worth. he knows wwx and lwj are friends so in his head, his justification is that disciples are offending wwx -> they're offending lwj -> lwj is his nephew -> they are offending lqr too. ofc. HEHJKDSJKSDK lwj defends wwx in his own ways.

nie huaisang is the first to go up to wwx to chat and they become good friends, and since wwx is friends with lwj, nhs becomes friends with him too. it's a funny dynamic but lwj inwardly thinks it's nice.

thank you sm for asking! <3

#ask #ender-manly #mdzs #anastasia au #wangxian #sorry about the delay! i am in the midst of finals HEHJKDSJKSD one more to go tho! WOOO #also hades (revalito) has their asks open if anyone would like to ask about the fic or just see his comments on the au too =] #aight now onto some extras for those w the patience to read my tags HEHKJSHJKS they Absolutely have really cute moments in this time #like one time wwx got sick so he couldn't serve lwj and around lunchtime lwj was finally like 'hey wheres wei ying?' and the servant was #like 'he's sick. but yknow.. even tho the servant quarters are on the other side of the cloud recesses its still in the same place' so that #night lwj goes to visit wwx. everyone is like omg second young master? and he's like um.. can i see wei ying please? #they take him to wwx's room and wwx is So embarrassed bc he just knows he looks as sick as he feels but lwj is just worried about him #also another time when they're outside of the cloud recesses wwx is walking and talking not looking where he's going. he trips off a small #cliff. lwj catches him ofc thats how he is and wwx is like 'hehehe :)c lwj guess what?' 'mn?' 'i Fell for you ;D' #now theyre both blushing. theyre so cute. cant fucking have shit in detroit HEHJKDHSDKJHJSDK #god i could go on forever but i wont. unless someone asks. insert eye emoji HEHKJKSDHJKSDHJK

[ilikeyoshi]

not to get really deep and personal on tumblr dot com but i think today's therapy session may have been the first ever time i actually felt my mind and my body connect. like. it felt fucking cosmic? the revelation that they were always meant to work in tandem, and that they speak two different languages, thoughts and senses, and that i am their mediator, i am the one who makes sure they both get what they need.

i think this is why it's so common for mentally ill people to "know" their anxiety or depression aren't true to life, that what they're afraid of isn't really happening, and yet the pain persists. because the pain is your body. and your body does not understand words and logic like your brain does. your body needs to have its hand held or its back stroked. your body needs to cry. your body needs to feel and hear the physical sensation of you saying the reassurances out loud, because the words don't translate, but the sensations do. the movement of your mouth, the vibration of your voice.

and if we do not give our body this, then it doesn't matter how much we heal our minds. we have to heal the body too. we have to feel and acknowledge the pain and ask it, "what do you need?" maybe that's a bath. maybe that's lying down and squeezing a pillow really tight. maybe that's screaming at the top of your lungs. maybe that's walking around the block for an hour. whatever it is, it is the body's version of the anxiety and depression and illness. and like the mind's version, it needs to be helped, gently and consistently, until someday it knows that the fear and guilt isn't real.

#sorry im. going to be thinking about this forever. #i really do not think i have ever felt my mind and my body at the same time. #as a child the body is i think all your can feel. and when you become a teenager or young adult it makes sense to reject your body. #after all. your body's way of communication—crying and screaming and throwing things—probably got you scolded by a lot of adults. #it wasn't 'the correct' way to communicate your pain. so you rely only on your mind. your ability to think complicated and critical things #and solve them therein and make the pain in the mind go away. but the thing is the body is still there. the body is still in pain. #they are connected and can not be unconnected; to learn how to heal one but not the other leaves 50% of you in excruciating agony. #it's no wonder we can 'know' it's okay and still be struggling so much. we have to know AND feel it's okay. #and when you listen to your mind and body in tandem you realize they need different kinds of help. and you maybe even realize you're capabl #of providing both those kinds of help. you just need to know what kind applies to where. and it takes practice and patience. you probably #know all this from treating your mental health for years. but i wonder how many of us forget we have to do that for our physical health too #yoshi talks

[dragoninahumancostume]

I hate it when it's like 2am and I get a wave of one of the feelings on the sad spectrum and my chest starts to hurt

#My mom got pissed that I kept picking the wrong book when I asked her for the first of the saga that I found on the library #Okay so there's this elven blood book but I only found the third one of the saga in our house library so I asked for the first one #And my mom saw me reading Game Of Thrones a couple hours before and so she thought I was asking for the first one of Game Of Thrones #And she kept pointing at the book saying “With the black cover! Next to the yellow letters!” and I thought she knew what book I meant #But she didn't so she kept pointing at Game Of Thrones and was getting more frustrated by the second #And so was i because I knew that wasn't the book I meant and I thought she did #This is just to say “my mom should be sleeping more because she's constantly tired and needs to rest for my patience's sake” #I get that it's summer and it's hot at night but she's sleeping at 2am or later and neither my sister or me can sleep if she doesn't #And my sister is a child so ya know brain develop and having a phone so young already screwed her up enough #So she should at least get some full night rest #And I can sleep late by myself perfectly fine and in fact I've been doing it since I have memory. I don't need my mom's help for this #Tldr my mom is already easily upset and lack of rest makes it worse. For me i mean. Atp I just roll my eyes and count to 10 to not yell back

[queerregulusablack]

To be clear in terms of this post yes we ask anyone under 25 to learn to let shit lie and just dislike shit without needing to run the moral marathon of telling everyone why the shit you don’t like is Bad, Actually, and to instead chase bliss, and we ask this with the understanding that you are young and trying your best and purity culture has been sinking it’s claws into your brain your whole life.

But if you’re doing that shit while being over 25 I am just begging you to grow the fuck up. You’re an adult. No one cares why you don’t like shit. Just carry on disliking it and stop making it everyone else’s problem. There’s no grace or patience for you because you are supposed to know better.

Everyone is capable of being a dick but you can only earn sympathy from being young for so long. Eventually you reach a point where no one’s going to educate you, we’re just gonna block and move tf on.

#old man yells at cloud #just a little shout #read back through the original post and had the thought #some teenager is going to come yell at me about adult haters #don't worry we know they suck too #just fully past having the patience for trying to help them #bc they're supposed to know better #no one is singling you out for being young if anything we're going out of our way to be kinder to you

[spacelesscowboy]

sorry but i still think it is so so crazy and insane to look at a child—ANY child, any teenager, ANYONE, but especially CHILDREN—and hit them. as a punishment or warning or whatever. that is so crazy to me. how could you ever look at a child and bring yourself to hurt them in any way shape or form??????????? that’s insane to me.

#emyrs.txt #tw childhood abuse #????? idk if this warrants that. but if i should more tags lemme know !! #YES. EVEN THE ANNOYING ONES. #spent. a great deal of time w my cousins’ friend the other day and she’s. technically 11 so. not a child in the technical sense. but anyone #under 17 to me is so so so young. (YES. i’m only 19. this isn’t bc i’m incredibly old and wise or whatever. it’s bc i’m old enough 2 see how #young i was then. if that makes sense. anyways). #and she was. SO INCREDIBLY annoying. and i have SO little patience and even less tact into how to get her to Stop. so i just smiled and #nodded and pretended that i wasn’t losing all of my patience. bc she is 11. and i remember being 11 & annoying. & being a kid means being #annoying anyways so whatever. #anyways. i hate thinking about my cousins and the kids in my family it makes me sick to stomach. #not bc their parents r abusive or whatever i just don’t think they’re getting the care and attention they need & i don’t want them to grow #up w as weird and fucked up feelings as me and my older cousins have. #also this whole thing is bc i was reading atla fanfiction and got sad about zuko. NWWNNDNDFN #literally i just can’t comprehend the idea of ever physically hurting a child. how do u live with urself afterwords. #i’m tired. this made me very sad. ok bye.

[aeide-thea]

aragorn flat on his back floating down the river hallucinating: submissive and breedable??

#i probably won't liveblog all of this but it really is just. so much #elrond's whole dramatic negative visualization abt aragorn aging and dying and leaving arwen to a forlorn widowhood... #aragorn as effigy on his own imagined tomb... DRAMA #also like. if elves are eternally young or whatever should they not have filled in hugo weaving's receding hairline #or is it more of a tithonus situation #in conclusion elijah wood's big blue eyes and anguished face are asked to bear a LOT of weight in these films #and like. probably it's bad of me but one's patience for that only stretches so far tbh... #el and i fast-forwarded thru these scenes back in the day and tbh i still kind of endorse that #tvblogging #the matter of arda

[potatoesandsunshine]

look we all knew if i was gonna do trw/acoc blending together it was gonna be with my favorite faildaughter and the spymistress that represents her every fear and also maybe her terrible adolescent crush

#anna's fic notes #the way the plumbeline that lives in my head is so realized that when i went back to watch a little acoc i was like wait. #where's my characterization. like girl you made that up in your head lmao #the friendly_ficus plumbeline is basically an oc at this point but i will never actually make that move #i like the idea of plum trying to make her own moves while she's young but in a very unsubtle way #and Amangeaux - who has had to learn to BE subtle and BE unremarked on and be in the background on PURPOSE - having very little patience #with her. it's been years and she saves it for people who need it. plumbeline uvano very much does not. #of course ultimately plum DOES get very good at this. it's just that this fic is like childhood to fifteen. and when you're fifteen you are #NOT an able spy or diplomat or politician no matter what your serting may tell you #this whole scene is just plum trying to push buttons but they're all the wrong ones #and amangeaux laser accurate hitting her in weak spots she doesn't even know she has #'if you are to be queen' - because you will NEVER be empress

[someweirdoreblogger]

Yukio and Rin are both just as equally impulsive to each other if you think about it.

#mypost #rin and yukio are impulsive in proving themselves #they are impulsive in their emotional maturity and inner turmoils #yukio is absolutely has more patience compared to rin who is one match away from setting a forest on fire #but that hardly means yukio has anymore self control then even rin does #yukio has an entire fucking arc dedicated to his suicidal downward spiral and craving for more power #funny how yukio breaks first compared to rin like he wasn't the demon at all in the first place #blue exorcist #yeah i know all young boys are impulsive brats but i dont think either twin has that much advantage over the other then i see people think

[beccacomdoisc]

Okay, imma go to sleep now, and wait another whole 7 days for another episode like a cave woman from the 2010's would do, God i wish it was a Netflix dump, so you'd see everything in one marathon BUT NOW tvn decide to fuck with our hearts like this torture!

#kdrama #korean drama #sh**ting stars #shooting star kdrama #kim young dae #lee sung kyung #ONE MORE EPISODE #FUUUUUUUUUUUCK #no patience #I DONT WANT TO WAIT #I AM ADDICTED TO THIS KDRAMA

[heymrspatel]

im really disappointed. i noticed you've given us just an assload of hot and emotional content for absolutely free, but i can't control my own debilitating need for instant gratification. kind of a letdown ngl :/

man 😔 i'm just disappointing everyone left and right today. not even giving me a chance. it's october FIRST and i'm just letting everyone down. so many prompts, so many days left, so many opportunities and days to turn the funk around... forgive me forgive me!

#psst hey who are you i'm in love with you #i was like damn another one then got hit by a fit of giggles at 'an assload' asldfjk #some people just can't wait i guess? just a little longer my sweet. i'll get there. #patience you must have my young padawan and yada yada #anon #asks

[othercrossee]

Will always be funny that all the diamond warden became iridas friend behind adamans back

#z rambles #Sabi literally resides near the pearl settlement and I really do think Irida make sure she's safe and healthy #Making sure no one in the pearl clan is driven by clan hatred enough to hurt a child or just in general checking up on her #I also like to think Irida tent is up on the tallest mountain watching over everyone from there. She's also the only one able to stand #The cold at that height but sabi is also the only other person having any mean up going up there too #I like to think Irida let sabi stays in her tent if its getting dark and there's no way shed fucking sent this kid off in the night #also the news of mai irida friendship is so fucking funny to me #Like ofc you'd befriend your enemys sister. Do u think they talk about their childhood tgt #Do u think mai is one of the earliest people to ever know irida hidden emotion insecurities and secrets?? Yeah #I can go soooo much further into that and how mai became one of the people Irida trust. Like omggg theres so much there #The potential is crazy also I just think mai personality is also what makes adaman a bit more laid back #And I think she has that effect on people ya know. Making others feel secured #I'd say iscan and irida relationship is rather awkward like how you act toward your brotber in law ya know so not much there #But Irida do rely on Iscan sometimes #Arezu and irida have such a little cousin older cousin vibe to them and idk why. Like I can absolutely see Irida teachinng arezu #And helping her with kindness and patience she wish was given to her when she was young #Also I just think irida find arezu cute. Tho she can def get on her nerve at times and shes like this is a child #But its like. Your age gap is literally just 4 years 💀💀💀 arezu 21 yo gang ☝☝ #anyways melli and irida relstionship is the funniest to me and idk why #I just think their relationship is so coworker like but I do think they both respect each other for their own musical talent and belief #Tho it def took them a bit of a rocky start and they bicker sometimes mostly about ingo and adaman. Its cute #Theyre both full of hate but so incredibly beautiful and talented. I just think its comical. Just two haters ❤