Muuma is home!! The incision is so much bigger than I expected, that has me all nervous, but he's resting and happy and has even eaten a little bit! The vet said it would be smart to have him kennelled up so he doesn't jump and mess up his stitches, which feels sad to basically have him in a cage, but here's the boy relaxing!
found an interesting doc about the impact of trauma on our societies and i'm very intrigued !
And now, libations!
In my rabid actium writing session last night I scrapped the main conflict and came up with a better one which imo is much stronger and really strengthens everyone’s motivations bc the stakes are higher
I have reached my peak (high pitch/noise warning)
I don’t even know what to say
Hoping Christian Eriksen pulls through
Think I'll be opening commissions once I get everything fixed with my computer, in the meantime I'll start working on a proper commission sheet and everything.
In the process of relearning this lesson myself. To everyone that been patient during that process I’m truly grateful for your love, association and patience as I make the necessary hanger to be the best for us all. #message #earleylegacy #jeremiah2911 #faith #purpose #belief #LBDtraining #fitlife #fitness #focused #determination #commitment #getfit #growth #becomebetter #nevergiveup #noeasyway #nootherway #nobodysaiditwaseasy #noexcuses #allin #choosegreatness #goalsdontsleep #goaldigger #nutrilitepowered #bodykeyfueled #steadfast #riseup #unity #ura (at North Palm Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQBnm1gs9tR/?utm_medium=tumblr
Surely his interest towards the Mandalorian was clear as a bantha in the Dune Sea, though… perhaps the Mandalorian-- Din, he supposes, just didn’t recognize it.
Hope is dangerous out here, when any tenderness and intimacy to be found on Tatooine has a habit of drying out and crumbling up, drifting away like the sand in the Dune Sea.
Stars, but getting this man to open up is more of a struggle than trying to pull a bantha from a watering hole.
Din kisses him like he just can’t get enough, like he wants to crawl inside and curl up around his heart. Cobb would let him. Damn that soft spot.
I hate metaphorical writing so much cause i can never tell if it’s the best shit ive ever written or the dumbest 💀💀
re: writing thoughts i’ve seen on my dash lately
it’s the sitting down that’s the hardest part for me. i get massively anxious about starting for some reason, more so if it’s a project i haven’t worked on in a while, but once i push through that shit and begin to work, i’m fine.
as fine as i can be when i have to constantly fight myself to keep focused. i cannot tell you how many times i’ve found myself staring at a wall, completely lost in thought for the past 20 minutes, unable to recall most of what i was thinking about or even the initial thought that spurred the whole tangent.
repeat that over and over again and, y’know, i always just figured i was a particularly slow writer, doomed to always show little for my efforts at the end of each session despite the hours i put in, until earlier this year, when i finally noticed this happening. and i would say it’s a surprise that it took me this fucking long to notice it, but--if i have what i think i have, then it’s really not 🙃🙃🙃
🌟 Blog Tag Game 🌟
Tagged By: @mistmarauder & @moonlight-breeze-44 🥺 Thanks frens 😍😘
1. Why did you choose your url?
I... was an uncreative child whose sole identity was “nerd” and I like the name I chose!
2. Any side blogs?
I’ve got @sparkandwolf for my Teen Wolf stuff (when I remember it exists) and then I’ve got @malecdiscordserver because I’m an unreasonable human who apparently likes to put extra work on themselves :fingerguns:
3. How long have you been on tumblr?
Too long akdjsfl;dsa I had a super embarrassing Tumblr back in high school (@silence-worth-breaking-blog if you wanna stalk my ridiculous child self) and then I stopped for a while and now I’m back cause this hellsite always tugs me back in.
4. Do you have a queue tag?
I used to when I used the queue asldkjfa;lsd I’m too lazy for that. Shit, what was my queue tag? Uhhh... OMG it was aqueue cinta kamu cause of Shadowhunters 🤣
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
I’m like 95% sure a friend was like, “There’s lots of gay people on this website!” and baby queer Em was like, “FUCK ME UP FAM.”
6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
The Diazes are literally my entire world.
7. Why did you choose your header?
It matched my icon??
8. What’s your post with the most notes?
My most popular one on this blog is this text post with Lightwood family feels and on @sparkandwolf it’s this gifset of Dylan O’Brien smiling!!
9. How many mutuals do you have?
I have no fucking idea aklsdjfl;aksd
10. How many followers do you have?
I’ve got like 1k here and then like 2.5k on @sparkandwolf??? SOMEHOW?!?! I’m surprised I haven’t just consistently lost followers on either account due to hyperfixation swapping and inactivity askd;ljfasd
11. How many people do you follow?
12. Have you ever made a shitpost?
Every post I make is shit tbh
13. How often do you use tumblr each day?
Not as often as I used to (thank god aldksjfal;sd) but like often enough for it to be a problem.
14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?
Back in the day when I thrived off of the drama, absolutely. Recently, definitely not.
15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
M a n i p u l a t i o n. I will not reblog nine times out of ten because I don’t need some random post on the internet to tell me I’m a good person. I know I am!
16. Do you like tag games?
YES. I also suck at getting to them asdl;jfakls;djf
17. Do you like ask games?
If people would actually ask me things, yes 🤣
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
I.. don’t think any of them are? I mean, they all should be, but like...
19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?
Did you mean all of them? 😏 <-- that was Jess’ answer, but like same. I want to date every single one of my mutuals HARD.
Tagging: @sugarandspace, @cor321, @lightwormsiblings, @stilin-ski, @carifusaga, @that-firehouse, @floralbuckleys, @theyarnmaidstale, @notquiteascrazy
Oh fuck i just remembered goro with the other boys
I need to do a fic someday where the 4 pt boys r a thing cause I Love that poly ship
I can’t find this comment in the actual post but it still came up in my notifications. If you’re gonna reply with dumb shit to my posts, that uh gonna be an automatic block from me.
1) Woo buddy is that a wild way to collapse the complex connections between the Abrahamic faiths in to a boring pseudo-edgy take there buddy.
2) May I introduce you to modern paganism? Where a good portion of adherents regularly try to fashion a faith out of watered down New Age concepts ripped all the way out of their contexts that are very much not pagan.
Also the whole damn point of the post is to say that if you want a proper religion you have to make a lot of those things yourself and if you’re constantly relying on another religion to contextualize your practices while claiming it’s different and new, it’s probably not a terribly mature practice. And it goes one step further and shows you how it can be done so you too.
This is some toddler nonsense - “Well they stole it so it’s fine if I do”. Folks need to be maturing in their morality.
Gonna try to have a better day today. Tiny checklist for myself:
catch up with the Murr icons
icon some more raku
answer some asks
TW: slight swearing
(If you wanna read over on A03, here you go.)
The night was cold, crisp, and beautiful. The stars travelled over Hyrule, gracefully lighting up the grass below. The moon was piercingly white and astronomically large, no buildings could disrupt the view. This was the most open field in Hyrule, Robbie made sure of it. Robbie knew this view was a near once in a lifetime opportunity, he knew that the supermoon above him should be getting far more of his attention, but alas. Link sat beside him.
They were enamoured with the moon that sat above, their pupils nearly as big as the sky rock itself. Without taking their eyes off it they reached over to Robbie, grabbing at his jumper to get his attention.
“Yes?” Robbie tried to flush out the fondness in his eyes, as not to look too sappy.
‘This is the first supermoon since the calamity. It’s nice to see a moon so large yet so white, I’ve been so used to red’ Link signed, finally looking the man sat next to him.
“Damn, has it really been that long? I hope Purah’s looking out at it.” The thought came naturally to him and like with many thoughts, Robbie didn’t get a choice in whether he verbalises it. He felt bad, no matter how much he tried to make nights just about him and Link, her name would pop up.
Link’s movement caught Robbie’s attention, ‘Me too. She’d love this.’
That. That right there was one of the reasons Robbie loved Link so much. The number of failed relationships that stemmed from his and Purah’s one wasn’t a nice number to think about. He’s had far too many people tell him that their relationship isn’t normal and he should go fuck her instead.
In hindsight, maybe they weren’t good people to begin with. But Link? They were so completely different. They were so accepting of his and Purah’s weird comradery. No not weird, different. Link was the one who kept reminding him of that. There was no way Link would ever care for Purah as much as Robbie did. That was just a fact. But for Robbie to finally find someone who cared about them both and their happiness while also understanding Robbie loved Link so emphatically. It was a nice change of pace.
Robbie finally had an urge of confidence he had been waiting for. It came like a truck driving into his stomach.
“Link… uh” Link looked towards the researcher, “can I hold your hand?” Rip of the band-aid… then let the blood pour out. “Obviously you don’t have too and of course you can let go and stuff to sign or just in gener…”
Link realised that their left side was facing Robbie. In most cases, for most people, this would’ve been fine. But link didn’t know how comfortable a cold Sheikah built hand would be to hold, so they got up and stepped over Robbie’s lap to the other side, taking his hand as they sat. They looked to Robbie, a look on their face that says a mix of ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re ridiculous’.
They sat like that for a while, a harmonious silence that Robbie was still getting used to. Life had never been this quiet for him. As a child being raised by hundreds of people meant there was never a dull moment. As an adult, he met the most obnoxiously loud person he could possibly be blessed with and then was launched into war. It’s safe to say that silence was foreign to Robbie. He tried to stay in it as long as possible but it soon became too much. He didn’t realised at first but Link looked to him in concern, then to their hands which were white-knuckled.
“Shit- Link I’m sorry.”
Link took their free hand, ‘You ok?’
“Yeah…” Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. “Just got worked up over nothin’ is all. Sorry.”
Link took in as much air as they could, “You’ve been off tonight.”
Robbie still got caught up every time words left Link’s mouth, but he coolly played it off.
“I- uh- Have I?” He stuttered through the two-word sentence then scolded himself because that wasn’t playing it off as cool.
“You’re acting too…” Link chose their words carefully, “normal.”
The scientist looked confused. It took a minute to realise what the knight meant. He then began to laugh, bringing his and Links hands up to his face to hide the smile.
“What so you’d prefer me to act like an eccentric twat?” He asked, the laugh still in the background of his speech.
“It’s not acting. It’s you Robbie. You are an eccentric twat” Link’s voice ran dry with the laugh that followed. They enjoyed talking but knew it was back to signing for now. Lucky for them, Robbie knew how to talk someone’s ear off.
“You sure you ain’t gonna regret this Hylian.” Robbie leaned towards the knight, an eyebrow arched on his face.
Link just smiled softly in return. That was enough for Robbie.
Link prepared themselves for the onslaught of guardian knowledge that was about to come their way but instead was greeted with, “You’re gorgeous you know that.”
Link got whiplash from the compliment, it being so far from what they expected. They looked to Robbie confused.
“Every part of you. Like your eyes. Every time I look at them I see that hot spring up on Herba. The place you took me. The blues are the same.”
Link’s eyes crinkled, that was sappy.
“And your hair, how it shines. Seeing you on a sunny day, I may as well be seeing a deity with how much you glow.
“Your ears. How they're so different from mine. How they move ever so slightly. Half the time it’s the only tell you have. I find that so fascinating about Hylians.
“Your height. I don’t know what to say about that one except your really short.”
Link laughed. They walked right into Robbie’s trap. Trying to get Link to laugh was one of his favourite things to do.
“Way to ruin a…” Link brought their hand up to their neck, their voice was still sore. It put a somber look on their face, Robbie saw this as an opportunity.
“Your voice. Hearing you speak still brings me butterflies, even after this long.” Link smiled sadly, still with their hand on their neck. As slowly and gently as possible he took Links hand and brought it down to their other.
“Your scars. Every one of them. From the one on your neck to the one on your wrist.” Link them looked to their prosthetic hand. The researcher didn’t let the look linger long, cupping Link’s face in his hand guiding Link’s stare back to him.
“Hell, I think if I counted every scar on your body, I could connect each one to a reason I love you.”
Link took their hands from Robbie’s, ‘I have a lot of scars.’
Robbie smirked. “I have a lot of reasons.”
The knight chuckled. They lent over, landing a soft kiss on Robbie’s cheek. He wasn’t expecting that.
Link internally laughed. For a man so flirty, Robbie really did short-circuit with affection. It was cute.
They lent back, their hand back in the scientist’s grip. The moon really did shine brightly tonight.
“I love you too, Robbie.”