There Lies Titania by John Simmons (1872)
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There Lies Titania by John Simmons (1872)
I really love the concept of the hope chest when adapted to modern values. Putting aside nice things in a chest as you grow up so that when you move out you have things to make a home with???? like???? sign me up?????
ok i need to rant about this for a quick sec bc i don’t think y’all UNDERSTAND.
hope chests were something young women would do in their teens in the 19th/early 20th century. basically they would collect, make, and be gifted homemaking supplies throughout their teens; things like cutlery, china, quilts, jam jars, pillowcases, sheets, pots and pans, etc. They would keep all these in a big ol’ chest so that when they married and moved to live with their husbands and start a family, they already had a bunch of homemaking equipment.
now adapt this to modern ideals and ???!!!!! having a chest you slowly build up throughout your teens of things you’d like to furnish your future home with ????????? you spot a cute tea towel in a thrift store and in it goes. a painting your parents won’t let you hang up?? paint chips of the colour your future kitchen will be painted?? salt shakers you think are super cute but your parents hate?? It all goes in your hope chest to remind you to have hope that one day this will be your life????????!!!!!!! hello!!!!?!!?!? HELLO!?!?!??!?
I did this; not through my teens, but through the time I was getting my degrees. Some in literal chests, but mostly in storage tote bins. And when I got my house, and got to unpack eight years of things I’d laid aside for my future self to use, it was like christmas morning but all the gifts were exactly what I wanted.
Obviously there’s ranges of scale that this is doable, but if you’re in a transient period of your life, working towards something more permanent in the future: get yourself a box, and put something for that person into it.
reblog if you enjoy napping, being cozy, being conked out, snoozing, wrapping up in blankets, sipping a hot drink, catching some z's, hugging a plushie, or otherwise relaxing and resting
i like how this post gets circulated the most around evening. like yes gang settle down! we know when it's bed time!
Getting a weird little hobby is actually so important bc it opens your eyes up to the world. You start crocheting or knitting, and how you see scarves and sweaters differently. You try identifying plants, now you’re seeing opposite and alternate leaf pattern. Bird watching? Every chirp draws attention and interest.
Get into weird little hobbies.
postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.
Spirit of Vengeance
Fallen son of Beauty Spirit OC from my original: Spoiled World
When The Beauty disappeared from world, her children became monsters in the mortal's eyes. One of her sons did't forgive expulsion of his mother, and turned into the Spirit of Vengeance. Spirit, which drinks life from the enemies of his people and who condemned him to loneliness.
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“I promise,” Alexios swore. “I will help your brothers.”
“I know,” said Auro. One hand remained flesh, and he used it to brush the curls back from Alexios’s forehead.
“When you wake next year, the curse will be broken.”
Cold white marble crept up Auro’s neck like a blush, but bloodless and terrible. “Alexios, I—“
But Alexios never heard what Auro was. The transformation was complete, and Auro’s stony face stared back at him with milky white, unseeing eyes.
Alexios found he did not wish to release Auro’s hand, and he held tight to his marble fingers, until all the heat had fled and only cold stone remained.
flame & fury
ego of a god
can't believe there are still people out here in the year 2023 that genuinely think aang should have killed ozai
"even avatar yangchen said—" that's not the POINT, the point is that aang is the LAST airbender the LAST air nomad the LAST person following these teachings, the point is that if he breaks his vows the air nomads will truly die out with him, forever. the point is that the monks taught him all life is sacred and even if ozai is a piece of shit who everyone agrees deserves to die, aang refuses let ozai force him to give up the last thing he has of his people, their lessons, refuses to let ozai wipe the last air nomad from the earth and finish what his horrible family started. the point is that aang beats ozai because his spirit is unbendable, the point is that he takes the man whose ancestors set his on fire and robs him of the ability to hurt anyone ever again, the point is that the Fire Lord ends the fight kneeling before the Last Air Nomad and THAT is the ending aang deserved
I think something’s wrong with me. I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them. The other me, the cheerful and honest one… went away somewhere.
Kiki’s Delivery Service 1989 • dir. Hayao Miyazaki
*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.
being in your early 20s is crazy bc there’s people who are literally married and people who’ve never even dated and people who are trapped in their childhood bedrooms waiting to get out and people who are trying to live out romanticized dream lives and people who are completely on their own and people with multi tiered support systems and we’re all supposedly peers and none of us think we’re doing it right at all
― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
hes casting spells….what is he casting….
i love the term "joshing." it's slang, meaning to joke or tease playfully. "i'm just joshing you." who is this notorious josh. who joshed so much that the whole concept got named after him
the one true Josh
Whenever this photo turns up I remember that all the Joshes came and fought and then they made that little Josh's entire life by declaring him the winner and I get a little choked up.
RIP to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris but im different. and better. maybe even better than the gods