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I just want to say that your story has been so inspiring for me and has been a really big help with my anxiety and life in general. I've been following you for years now but only recently got into fully reading seekers of soul and I can't express enough just how much it has helped me cope with trying to get through grade 12, my anxiety, friendships, and so much more.
You're such a big inspiration for me and I aspire to be able to write a story as emotionally thrilling and heartfelt as yours someday! I hope you're doing well and thank you for your writing and art!!!
Anon, this is so, so sweet. 😭 I’m super happy Seekers has been able to help you through some tough times!!! Life is rough, especially around high school, and sometimes we just need a little escape and something to tell us it’ll be okay. Thanks so much for reading and for letting me know what Seekers means to you.
Good luck with everything ahead of you. You’ve got this!!! 💚 And you’ve always got Nia and Tobias to come back to on rough days. :')
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Fanciful Friday
Art Nouveau works in progress by Stephanie Young of Calmwater Designs
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I love you friends in my phone (kisses you each on your foreheads and gives you fresh baked chocolate chip cookies)
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I'm "appreciation and support on every mutual and sabezra writer" supremacy 🥹
It feels so good reading all the kind comments when you do something you like and care, so it feels special to me spreading nice stuff around. You all deserve it the best!! 🌻
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The boys getting Jimmy a new hat on Yellowstone (s1) is so wholesome.
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You know what would be nice though?
Going out in the cold winter. Either alone or not. With a mini grill. Cooking meats and/or veggies away as you're keeping warm with the little fire you have. Using the spices and herbs you have from your own home to bring such flavor to your tongue.
Yeah. I'd like that.
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This pride its all about my medically complicated LGBT folks for me! We're here, it's been a long haul, and we're damn proud. May we prosper in whatever state of health we find ourselves. May we find relief, competent doctors, love, and community. Happy pride!
🏳️🌈❤️🔥⚕️💝⚕️❤️🔥🏳️🌈
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hey lettered! i was going through and rereading my favorite star trek fanfics when i realized that i couldn't find your Warm Thoughts fanfic. are you currently pulling out some of your works? or maybe it's just me?
anyways, it's totally okay. i hope i'm not offending you with this question. happy new year!
I can't believe that here, deep in my asks, is someone asking about Star Trek! I am excite! I'm sorry I'm replying literally 7 months later!
I never took it down, but every once in a while AO3 is glitchy and stories disappear. I get kudos on that one regularly, so it didn't disappear for long--and it's really nice; I don't really know anyone in the fandom so it's strange to me that that is such a popular fic. Anyway thanks for the ask!!!
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I don’t have insta but I’d totally follow you because I googled your account and damn it looks rad as hell. Im seriously impressed if you make all those posts yourself. They’re lovely. You should have so much more interaction on there, the posts are aesthetically pleasing but meaningful too… I love it
thank you so much for this sweet message… 💌 it means a lot that you think so!! the driving motive behind my posts is always a means to make sense of myself, but also in the hopes that by doing so it might help others too… so I’m really honored! thank you. 🤍 sending lotsa love your way 🫧
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I can't wait to fall in love and go on long walks at night holding hands. I can't wait to meet new friends who completely change my life. I can't wait to move out of state and find a new home; a place where I belong.
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Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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