I don't where the line called "healthy coping mechanisms" is between repressing emotions and wallowing in them
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I don't where the line called "healthy coping mechanisms" is between repressing emotions and wallowing in them
the only way to get what you want is to be brave enough to move towards it. if there is a willingness to be momentarily uncomfortable in order to live the life that calls from your heart then fear loses much of its claim over you and your decisions
hey, i don't know if you're cozy right now, but if you aren't cozy, please, please get cozy. snuggle up. do whatever you have to do. please I'm begging
there are two styles for laundry day:
weird, random, and cozy
and weird, random, and fancy
How do you fight like you're running out of time, fight day and night like you're running out of time, every day you fight like you're running out of time, like you're running out of time, are you running out of time?
How do you fight like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you fight like you need it to survive? How do you fight every second you're alive, every second you're alive, every second you're alive?
“I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.”
— Unknown
one time i was just sitting on the couch, playing stardew maybe, I don't remember exactly. And my mom came up to me and just handed me a small bowl of christmas pickles. No explanation. No words, even. Just a bowl of pickles, and the only kind of pickles that I like, too. And I didn't even know we had any at the time? I don't know where they came from? She wasn't making anything with pickles. She didn't hand any to anyone else. And I just-
It felt special for some reason. I love her
Zuko dreams--dreams of fire and dragons, crowns and tattoos, glowing moons turned red and icebergs full of blue light. Dreams of burning and flying and drowning. He dreams and dreams, and sometimes he isn't dreaming all, but it's just another failing to be normal on his part--so he buries it deep and pretends that his vision doesn't burn gold and overlap with things that never were, are, will be-
aka, the au where zuko is a seer, and that changes everything and nothing
Twilight: I ran into Time in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked him what he was doing, he just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, playing vaguely on his ocarina.
TWO GOOD OLD BOYS ‼️‼️ BEHIND THE WHEEL 🚘🛞 CHASING DOWN BAD GUYS🚨❌ IN LUCILLE 🫶🏻🚘
i am going to strap LED lights to the BACK OF MY CAR and turn it on when these LED LIGHT HAVING MF RIDE MY ASS i cant SEE goddammit
Balancing
every shower rekindles my desire to have a man to pull me close afterward and smell my shampoo off my neck as I drift off to sleep
I really wanna see Zuko with the Gerudo from Zelda. Just. Imagine it. Earning grudging respect by just constantly sneaking in and escaping? He's got it down. Little lightning lessons from someone with powers like Urbosa or Riju?? Yes please. Tiny pale Zuko next to the tall, tanned, red-haired warriors? (He can still hold his own, don't get me wrong, but they will be teasing him about it.) How did he get there? Was he transported to a loz world? Have the Gerudo just been chilling in the atla deserts like the sandbenders for who knows how long? Don't care. I don't even care. I just want it. Also, I feel like he'd look great in their styles
won't you spin me around our living room while the random songs we've put on our collective playlist take us on a journey of genre whiplash, fire crackling in the fireplace, cups of hot chocolate set to the side, and nothing but our laughter in between us
atla au except its mostly just my desire for zuko to have pretty star fire-
It starts with ursa, desperate to have a child, per ozai's demands, but repeatedly unable. She prays, she begs, she cries--and ultimately, she's answered. But not by agni. (He refuses to give and make another child of the royal line with the same fire that's brought so much pain and destruction. So he turns to tui and the stars instead and-) ursa's given a moon shower baby, with hair as black as midnight and eyes that shimmer silver in the night.
zuko grows up with liquid moonlight in his veins and fire like distilled starlight comes easy to his chubby child hands--but the first time his mother sees, she smothers them and tells him he can never show his father (cradles his round face in burned and blistered hands and cries). So he never does. Sometimes, when normal fire comes flickering and weak, he wonders if wrong-fire wouldn't be better than weak-fire. (But his mother was insistent, and she's more real than the whispers from the night sky, so it's probably best to listen to her instead.) (What does the moon know, anyway?)
huh. well would you look at that. i'm healing