⃟❐┆; the solivagant

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[naive-daydreamer]

I have seen there is people that are making introductions of themselves, so, I wanted to do the same:

Call me Zia. Just Zia 😃.

I identify as a menace to society. My pronouns are try/me/she/hers.

Im still trying to understand that childhood is over and by that I mean I was born in 2005 and having 18 feels like having 14. At least for me. The only difference is that you understand different things and there are a bunch of responsabilities that now that you have 'em, you regret thinking they were cool.

I'm Christian, and well, just something to have in mind 🥰. Its hard by the way, but no regret jsjs.

Im argentinian, which means im bilingual. Yet, I prefer English. Even my thoughts are in english.

Im in too many fandoms I lost the count.

Same with fictional crushes, which I'm glad they teach me what to want and what to avoid.

Entirely heterosexual btw 😄

The only things I drink are water, Pepsi, a native drink called Mate, different flavors of tea, and coffee. Sometimes with milk, other alone. My favorite Starbucks order is Mocka, often hot (when it's cold weather), often cold (when it's hot weather).

Music taste can go from Un Corazón to Celtic Woman. Be aware of it if you wanna be friends.

Tried to edit once, turns out im only kinda good at writing.

Only child, prepare for sarcarsm.

Tangerines are ✨✨✨

Pepsi >> Coca Cola.

I suppose thats all. If I think of something else, it shall be here.

Alexa, play "I Lived" by One Republic.

[naive-daydreamer]

Is it alright to mourn for your parents' love? Like, the one they had, and have yet, towards each other.

This sort of love included unforgiven things, other names, screams, rotten hate and old anger. But it also included breakfast in bed, common laughs and long looks.

I remember thinking and clining to the idea that they love each other. no matter how much they seemed like they didn't. But now, i am older, i'm away studying, and when my mother ask me every time she can if my father, who's with me, still wears his ring... I don't know.

I came to the conclusion, then, that they may have loved each other, and maybe still do. But they never loved well, and that's worse than not being loved at all.

[alucards-boots]

Having a close friendship with Adrian tepes.

Oh, you thought it was a mere ‘close’ friendship like trevor and sypha? No. You both are so close, you two act weird around each other.

Bullying each other most of the time, he says ‘have some class’ while playfully and purposefully looking at you up and dow with an exaggerated expression.

whenever you point at him, or simply having your hand palm his face, he bites.

He bites. I will state it again. He bites.

Okay, jokes all aside, you both are very close, he loves your company and mostly spends time with you, people nearly viewed you two as a couple despite the bicker and banter.

Well, you two were aware of the fact people assume you two as a couple, so you two took advantage of that, well.. playfully.

Empty threats, really, empty threats, he always says he’s going to kill you and eat you just to end up shoving his well cooked food down your throat.

Playful smacks, mostly from you though. oh, and playful flirting.

You both are like .. a mood swinging duo, you both playfully flirt then after 4 seconds, you both declare war on each other.

You wear his coat alot, usually when he does not have a coat rack to place his black coat on, you’re automatically his target.

cheek kisses, lots of them, honestly, you see why people view you two as a couple initially.

Sweet nicknames descending to diabolical nicknames.

in a best friend way, he loves to just say ‘i love you’ out of the blue, and holding your hand alot (like how he does with sypha.)

Most of your ‘arguments’ end up eating together quietly, sometimes he’d even feed you.

If you grew up in a household where you ate with your hands (i know i did.), you love feeding him with your hands, despite his fangs, you effortlessly brush through them, do not fall for those ‘i forgot the utensils’ from him.

When you two do activities together, you love singing along with him, maybe improvising some lyrics to the point you two become a Disney song probably.

no personal space, literally none. You are reading in the couch? Make space for him, he’s gonna be pressed up against your chest.

occasional sparring that ends up him chasing you down the castle or.. naps.

Regarding the esoteric side of him, you know most of it, you’re the first person he trusts if not sypha and trevor.

You both occasionally nap together, be it on the couch or his bed, really anywhere.

Feel free to add more to this! Honestly, i’d love to see these type of headcanons.

-FB

[naive-daydreamer]

What kind of sorcery is this sorta conection with another soul? To whom do I have to give my blood to in order to have it?

[naive-daydreamer]

The idea of love scares me.

I don't know why, but it does. The perception of it. Every creature i e'er loved were creatures that couldn't talk properly - my dogs, my cats, fictional characters, knowledge. I love my family, but it's a love that doesn't feel life-changing.

Sometimes i get angry. So angry, because love is something i'm so scared of. Like, the genuine one. The silent, world-wrenching, bloody love. The kind of love that has softness, sacrifice, patience, suffering.

The romantic love too. That one specially, it scares me cause i've seen it be awful, loud, hurtful. Yet i know it can be better.

But i sometimes catch myself with something that can only be described like cannibal, an instinct, a sudden need of getting inside the skin of someone may not exist. A flash, a shooting star of a though, "I want that".

And it scares me the most.

Wanting.

Wanting with soft violence, a wrenching quietness.

I catch myself thinking and wondering and it's shameful. I suppose it has to do with a decade of loving someone like that while being just a kid, because my flesh was tender like petals of sunflowers, but my mind was creaking like ancient wood.

It ended awfully, as ye can imagine.

I'm afraid that no one will ever love me like that.

It numbs me. I guess it's the feeling of resignation.

So i read about it. I sing about it. Write or watch it in movies, series. It exists. And it's something i'm capable of, but not something i can have.

That's okay.

Sorry mother. It'll take a miracle of God, but for now, seems i'll become to dust first.

[naive-daydreamer]

Who felt like a kid again while watching the newest trailer of How to Train Your Dragon Live Action?

I certainly did.

Felt like how I was when I first watched the movie; lonely, bullied, and strangely tired. But full of dreams, of wonder, surrounded by my dogs sitting on the backyard, looking at the sky and wondering how it would be to fly.

Teared up a little too while hearing the even more heart-pulling version of Test Drive.

[naive-daydreamer]

What kind of ache is this, that I think of someone holding my face in their hands with softness, and I start to cry.

The sole idea of someone being soft with me shakes my bones. Its scary. But if it ever happens, I would treasure every second of it, like a pirate.

Does that makes sense?

[naive-daydreamer]

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Eleven.

"So, you're basically telling me that those three decrepit old women told you that you are an aberration to nature itself? "

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Or where Esther discovers that whoever said that Destiny is cruel, was kinda right.

read here on ao3

[naive-daydreamer]

Hello dear,,,,

My name is Marah from Gaza.

Computer engineering student

I hope you are well . 🇵🇸

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them

Please, any donation makes a difference in our lives, and every reblog helps reach as many people as possible. 🍉

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide . . .

I cannot do much more that share, but know that i'll pray for you and your family.

[naive-daydreamer]

What kind of fan of The Sandman I am that I got a female cat with a little of white in her chest and called her Jessamy.

Dear God.

[naive-daydreamer]

I just finished Sweet Tooth.

What do I do with my existence now?

[naive-daydreamer]

Douglas Abbot (sweet tooth) is based in Doflamingo and PERIODT.

[naive-daydreamer]

I miss those times. When childhood made everything brighter, when I used to feel safe with you. I miss all of it, I miss that version of you. But now you left childhood behind, or maybe, just left me behind. And all I want is to rip your throat with my teeth because I don't understand how could you just leave after all we shared. And because of that:

You owe me.

I'm not proud this, but I hope that the memories that haunt me haunts you too.

I bet you'd figured, I'd pass with the winter, be something easy to forget.

—Olivia Rodrigo.

You were my first best friend and my first love. I suppose that's why it hurted more when you left without a word.

Were you afraid of me loving you? You were my friend. Of course I loved you. Was it so difficult? To tell me you didn't feel the same and to make peace? I would have acepted it.

[xxunknwn-deactivated20240814]

That moment when there is no human in sight. Nothing holding you down, AKA human expectations and stuff. That moment when it's just you and God. And you sob and pour your heart out to him.

– That form of peace is on another level>>>

[naive-daydreamer]

Yep. The best theraphy to ever exist.

[ulysses000]

All that I can say......

[naive-daydreamer]

I agree with you. Now lets go to Oda's dwelling and dEMAND ANSWERS

[naive-daydreamer]

We don't belong to this world.

We were meant to fly, to ride dragons or to reach the stars.

We were meant to know, to read stories never told, or to understand strange mysteries.

We were meant to travel, to cross horizons or to find what no one ever found.

We were meant to dream, to wander across realities, or to make history.

Why not all of them? And more.

We were meant to more. So how did we end up here, how is that we strayed from home.

So, as I say first,

We don't belong to this world.

[murphmurphthejerk]

We all know that Zeff was the one to drill into Sanji's head that he is to under no circumstance ever strike a woman, but he wasn't the one who taught him to fawn over every lady in existence. If anything Zeff tried to kick that out of him. I like to think that actually came from Sora. I think watching his mother get abused and treated so horribly forever changed the way he interacted with the opposite gender. Maybe she use to make Sanji promise he'd never be like Judge. He'd treat his own future princess like the kind & honorable prince in the picture books they read together. To always treat her like a precious gift.

So Sanji being Sanji takes it a step further & decides to treat every woman he comes across like she could be his future princess. Even subconsciously, I feel he would hate to think of any woman being in the same situation as his mother. So when he's flirting with a customer on a date at the Baratie it's not just about him being a flirt. He wants to make sure that if this lady is in a situation where the man she allows in her company is being an ass she has another frame of reference to compare them with. That way if she's ever getting yelled at or hurt she can think of the random waiter who didn't even know her, but was able to treat her with more love & care than the man she's been living with for years. To remind herself that there are better options out there. That she doesn't need to settle.

Maybe that's why he over reacts to any perceived slight against a lady because how dare you. He knows the power words hold and the very real pain a man can cause so in an attempt to protect he overreacts & becomes an issue himself. Somewhere along the way he confused his respect with lust & his need to protect with possessiveness. This is something he needs to learn to undo himself. Hopefully by the end of the series he's done enough internal work to sort this out & come out with the healthiest version of chivalry he can.

So he may not always react the way he should, but the intent is there. He's never going to stop either so don't even try. Because whenever he sees a lady in a vulnerable position maybe just maybe it's his mother's face looking back at him. And he's not powerless anymore. This time he can do something to help. To stop it.

[naive-daydreamer]

As psychology student, I WAS AND AM AND WILL BE HAVING A FIELD DAY WITHW THIS BOY.

[naive-daydreamer]

People, I am an oneironaut.

I just woke up of my nap and I remember a little of my dream, yet I precisely remember that I could pause it, play it back, play it forward. I could control my own dream.

I remember one thing: I saw a man. Tall, with raven hair and all dressed in black. I dont remember his face, but I remember that I knew he was angry for something.

Should I sleep again or I am in danger?

[arkita-shadow]

This has absolutely nothing to do with your dream. But I have a similar photo :)

[naive-daydreamer]

Well well well, would you look at that. I used the cat's pic cause I felt like such when I realized, but this photo of yours reminded me of my own dogs back home. Turns out they can be scary too. 😆