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Lo • 28 • she/they AO3: peachybreezybee (previously sapphiclobotomy)

[gunsandfireandshit]

PLEASE READ THIS ARTICLE

[gothcostco]

From another article i read today 😭

[hustlerose]

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[rincewindthecheese]

he wasn’t even there to be a contestant he joined the crew as a CHINESE TEACHER but the directors noticed his good looks and begged him to compete. poor guy made it to the finals and if he had been one of the winners he would have been contractually forced to be in a boy band whether he wanted to or not

[lastvalyrian]

this is the closest any human being has ever come to actually being sold to One Direction

[sawasawako]

hold on a second man…

[vee-not-afraid]

@insect-p0sitivity tags peer approved

[briannyssey]

Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling

[briannyssey]

🥺🥺

[mimbotomy]

XIV Temperance - The White Buffalo Calf Woman

Hey I finished my first card of my mythology tarot deck! 🥳

Below the read more is a short explanation about the White Buffalo Calf Woman, the Temperance card, and a little about my design choices. And if you are interested, you can find my original sketch here and my other sketches here and here, and you can now follow all my work on this project at the tag Mimbo’s Mythic Tarot.

Next up: The Chariot! AKA Skol and Hati, Giants from Norse Mythology.

The White Buffalo Calf Woman, also known as Ptesanwin, Ptesan-Wi, Ptecincala Ska Wakan, and likely other names, is a prophet from Lakota mythology whose story originates around the 10th century CE. To briefly sum up the legend, at least from my understanding of the story, she first appeared in the form of a beautiful woman wearing white buckskin and carrying a bundle of sagebrush to two Lakota scouts who were hunting for buffalo during a time of famine. One of the men attempted to claim her as his wife and left a pile of bones at her feet, the other saw her as a sacred and holy woman and was sent back to his home as a messenger. When the woman arrived at their camp, she revealed her bundle carried the first chanupa, the sacred ceremonial peace pipe, and taught the Lakota people the seven sacred rites in which the pipe is used before returning to the spirit world.

I chose the White Buffalo Calf Woman for this card because the Temperance card is all about balance. In the traditional Rider Waite deck, the Temperance card depicts a winged angel with one foot on land and one foot in the water and pouring water from one cup into the other, representing union and harmony between the subconscious and material worlds. Hopefully my interpretation of the card shows the same - the White Buffalo Calf Woman represents the spiritual world, the bones of the Lakota scout the earthly world, and the chanupa the bridge between the two. The pipe itself is a symbol of that same harmony, made of red stone, wood, and adorned with eagle feathers to represent the earth and sky and all living creatures.

As always, please know that when I use the words mythology and folklore and legend, I mean them as a collection of stories from the culture and oral traditions of a specific people, and I am absolutely not trying to diminish or insult someone’s culture and faith. Mythology and folklore are a lifelong passion of mine and this project is a way for me to express my love for these stories and their importance to both their cultures of origin and humanity as a whole. While I'll admit to taking some artistic liberties, I have done a lot of research to make my illustrations accurate and respectful. But I also know these are not my cultures, and I am not going to pretend I am an expert in these figures or their stories. So please let me know if I am being insensitive in any way!

[breezy-beez]

Pride & HR Violations, Chapter 8: Unspoken

The weekend came and went as slowly as the workweek. It had been lined with regret for plans that Shouto never could have agreed to, or at least that’s the excuse he gives himself. 

Shouto had been so certain when Bakugou had invited him that rejecting the offer was the right choice, as if it were an indisputable fact that he wouldn’t be able to trust himself around Bakugou outside of work. Now, he’s no longer sure if that’s the truth or simply an excuse to hide away from any semblance of connection.

He did want to go with them. He wanted to join the rest of the team and make real friends, but it’s second nature to hold himself back. Shouto doesn’t only want to keep distance between himself and Bakugou, but from everyone else too.

He hasn’t grown at all since being hired. Since his first day getting assigned the tiny closet of an office and receiving stares that othered him, he’s felt his father’s negative energy surrounding him. Suffocating and isolating him, as always.

He doesn’t want to live like this anymore. He wants to take control of his own life and make these decisions for himself. Shouto wants to make his choices based on what he wants, not what he’s scared of.

Read on AO3!

[breezy-beez]

tie a string on a sailor, chapter 14: tethered

3 months 

Shirayuki’s bed has never consumed her so much.

Even in the sticky heat of the summer, the softness of her pillow has become one of her favorite comforts. All she needs to worry about in her bed is closing her eyes and letting the time pass her by.

The time doesn’t pass without a wandering mind. She plots out her route in the forest for the next morning or she daydreams about which medicines she most wants to make next and all of the new ingredients she’ll need to obtain first. Then her mind always returns to Obi.

Where he may be, when he might return, and every shade of what he makes her feel.

Mainly she tries to slip away into sleep. 

She waits for it patiently.

Shirayuki is alway waiting lately.

She rises with the sun to gather herbs in the forest and tend her garden before the heat strikes, then she waits for the plants to grow again. She prepares medicine in the pharmacy before waiting to see if a patient ever walks through her door in her slowest season. She rereads the books left to her and waits for the time to come when she can use their knowledge.

All while she waits for Obi.

Read on AO3!

[theposhsworld]

[can-i-make-image-descriptions]

[Image ID: Threads post from itsAmandaMartrice reading: The Truth Is: romantic love has never protected women the way financial independence has. /End ID]

[fishing-princess]

I Defeated the Demon Lord but it Turns Out the Demon Army was Largely Unaffected and I Fell Victim to a Flawed Belief in Great Man Theory

[leftcosine]

I Executed The Demon Lord With One Flawless Strike And After A Brief Power Struggle The New Demon Government Is Substantially More Committed To The War Because Of Some Reason I Don't Know

[humanfist]

I Successfully Overthrew The Demon Lord And Instituted Demon Democracy But They Voted For A Commie So The CIA Not Some Fantasy Equivalent The Actual CIA Who Have Known About Magic And Alternate Realms The Whole Damn Time But Won't Just Unisekai Me Launched A Counter Coup And That's When Things Really Went To Shit

[bonivers]

going on a guilt trip do yall want anything

[secondbeatsongs]

if you really cared about me you wouldn't have to ask

[swordshapedleaves]

Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.

[swordshapedleaves]

prev these tags have me crying. this is absolutely what it's all about

[kayvsworld]

I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes

[mezbiyen-deactivated20220330]

[reptile-ruler]

Sometimes a guy in a fanfiction has the ability to read someone's gaze with the same level of detail a wine taster can taste the wine

[reptile-ruler]

"He glared at him with anger in his eyes, but behind that longing and sorrow over things left unsaid, a subtle but desperate yearning for things to be different, and with just a hint of roasted nuts right at the end."

[harpieisthecarpie]

we've all heard about the male gaze in media, but we've yet to explore the equally important sommelier gaze

[reptile-ruler]

the only fun addition to this post

[msmimundo]

Girl that's literally Perry the platypus and Heinz Doofenshmirtz

[wetorturedsomefolks]

love island should introduce a "scheming eunuch" islander who is like a smart and completely asexual islander exempt from being kicked off or being made to participate in any challenges and they're just there to provide advice and be a sort of sounding board for the other islanders when they need a disinterested party to talk things through with. but the scheming eunuch has secret goals unbeknownst to anyone e.g. a cash prize for talking a certain couple into breaking up etc.

[r-truth]

[gischtglas]

[hybernating-bear]

That's because this is Silmarillion

[the-commonplace-book]

[breezy-beez]

piece of a small town in a big city, chapter 3

Obiyuki AU Bingo: Coffee Shop AU (June Board) @snowwhite-andtheknight

Zen’s waiting of her when she gets back to the penthouse. She can tell that he’s probably already done a fair amount of pacing by the rhythmic pattern he's found with each step. It’s enough to leave her hesitating at the doorway, tempted by the cruel and impossible task of running away again.

“Shirayuki,” Zen’s voice is strained and unreadable.

“I’m sorry if I worried you,” Shirayuki begins to apologize, Zen’s hug quickly muffling her.

His arms wrap tightly around her at first, evidence that he missed her, before relaxing into something stiffer.

As they walk further into the living room, the mess she had been so worried about is indeed laughable.

A couple of feathers on the counter above an open cabinet, one of the large books open on the coffee table, and her phone is now set there as well. With her engagement ring safely beside it. Perhaps the throw pillows and unfolded blanket on the couch are a bit messy for Zen’s taste. Really, the jungle of her college dorm during exam season, or even the papers on Zen’s desk, could bury this “clutter” ten times over.

She walks over to put the feathers away and close the cabinet, easily cleaning the evidence of her mistake.

“My brother had wanted to get dinner together tonight,” Zen’s tone cuts through her moment of self forgiveness.

Read more on AO3!

[animentality]