#finding herself

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

martin gore and siouxsie sioux fixed me ❣️ I’ve never been happier in my life

[maradigma]

So, I actually planned on writing a very long post explaining all the ways Yashahime is just ridiculous and outs itself as a non-canon fanfic and how nobody should give it any attention but lol, the trailer isnt even out for 24 hours and everyone largely forgot about it. It didnt even trend anywhere. Wew. So yeah it’s not even worth the dedication lmao.

I will however give one pretty decent argument that I havent really seen anyone use and esp now that this gross mess confirmed Rin visually to be a child when she gave birth, prolly no older than 14 and definitely not an adult:

So, Sesshomaru left Rin in Kaede’s village for her safety, and to grow among humans, have a decent childhood and only then make her choice, right?

Why on earth, would the OG canon Sesshomaru, the one who nearly lost Rin and knows he cant bring her back if something happened to her again, the one who had to learn the value of life, how to protect and care for her, would steal that very choice from Rin before she’s even an adult who can make her own decisions by subjecting Rin to something like teen pregnancy when everyone knows it could be as dangerous as life risking for her?? Lol. Tbh if any SRinner in the crowd wanna explain this logic, please. And dont start with “s-she’s an adult” 😂 C’mon. Spare me.

So to summarize, canon OG Sesshomaru as RT wrote him and stated is a Hogosha (parental figure) to BOTH Rin and Kohaku and he’ll never do that to Rin. The whole purpose of him leaving her in the village was because she wasn’t safe with him. It couldn’t be more obvious that Yashahime is someone else’s story entirely, who has a very different agenda in mind. So up to y’all if you wanna support this agenda when it airs… I sure don’t.

[renee-writer]

Tattoos Chapter 13 Finding Herself

She looks at Jamie, her eyes full of unshed tears. “Six months without you?”

“Come Claire to the barn,” She is shivering in the raw Scottish wind, “and we will talk, eh?” She takes his hand and he leads her in. After he gets her seated on a hay stack, he continues. “Do you think I wish to be away from you six months?” She shakes her head. “You are right, I don’t. But I do it for you, mo ghaol. You have been a novice and now will be a wife. A big leap, eh?”

“Yes.”

“Aye so I wish you to find yourself. Who Claire is outside those roles. What your heart yearns for outside of God and me. What does your heart yearn for, mo ghruag dhonn?

“I don’t really know my heart. I've never been allowed to be myself. I don’t even know who she is.” The tears she had been holding on to, start to fall. “I was so unloved.”

“You aren’t now. “Mo ghruag dhonn, do not weep. Tha gaol agam ort mo cholman geal. Please don’t weep.”

“Jamie, I know English and French only. I don’t know what you are saying.”

“We will have to teach you Ghaildhig. Mo ghaol is my love. Mo ghruag dhonn is my brown haired lass. As for the rest, well, it can wait.”

“I do want to find out who I am but I fear the separation. Not being able to talk to you each day.”

“How about if I promise you can talk to me everyday?”

“That would help.”

He wipes the tears off her eyes and kisses her forehead. “I swear it mo ghráidh. My beloved. You will hear from me each day. Let's be in now. Tomorrow we cut the tree. I want you to experience everything about a modern Christmas.”

The tree is cut the next day with the assistance of Ian and Wee Jamie, who helped them choose it. Seeing it completely alight is awe-inspiring for Claire. The rest of the house is equally amazing as it is decked out in holly, lights, tinsel, and such.

Brian allows Jenny in a few days before Christmas. She comes baring a platter of Christmas biscuits and an apology.

After taken Claire away from the rest of the family, she confesses. “I really didn’t know you were coming. I only wished to see my brother happy. He is beyond that with you. I am so sorry for any hurt I caused you. Will you forgive me?”

“I already have. A mistake made out of love is easily forgiven. You didn’t mean to cause harm.”

“Thank the Saints. You are my sister. I am so thankful there is no unresolved issues between us.”

“None.” A teary eyed Claire says as she hugs her close. A sister!

Midnight mass is very familiar. As she rest between her man and his sister, the comforting Latin flows over her.

Christmas morning, she is woken up by Wee Jamie, jumping on her. “Wake up Auntie Claire. It is Christmas. Father Christmas came.” She hugs his just woken little boy smell, close for a moment.

“Is your Uncle Jamie up?”

“He is next.” He scrambles out and goes to wake his uncle. She sits there a moment in the early morning light of Christmas morning. She takes a moment to welcome the Christ Child and thank him for the gift of family.

She sits close to Jamie as she experiences her first modern Christmas. Gifted with a tarden throw, in the Fraser colors, a scarf in the same, a tea set, from Ellen and Brian, made in Paris. But Jamie's gift is what almost broke her.

“It is not a wedding ring, nae yet. A promise ring. I wanted a physical representation of the promise I made to come back and marry you.” He slips it on her and then kisses it before kissing her.

For her part, she gifts her new family with gloves and scarves she knitted herself. As she sits surrounded by her family, she thinks six months may just be doable after all.

[15-seconds-of-insane-courage]

she spends her nights sprawled on silent sin colored sheets in dark rooms- looking for herself in empty liquor bottles and cigarette buds and in the mouth of a boy she’s just met. she’s looking for her name under his tongue and she’s so desperate to find herself between her one night lovers lips that’s she’s willing to lose herself in his kiss and she whispers her secrets into the empty night sky in the form of broken moans and heavy breathing. // a lost identity almost found in the nights hidden ecstasy

[rodpower78]

I had a daughter... After i lost her, i was nothing. But the people i was with, they... i found myself. Some version of myself, a better self.

Carol Peletier

[larissaschristies]

Here is the second chapter for my revamped story, Finding Herself!!

[invisible-fanboy]

I just realized. You know how Riley from inside out has emotions that all look different. What if it's because she is struggling with identity and her emotions are literally conflicted about who she is? This could mean she's trans or simply still finding herself (like most preteens /teens). It would make sense why her parents' emotions all look the same. They know who they are. Riley however is still working it out

[larissaschristies]

AND NOW

I will (attempt to) write Finding Herself.

I finally got a program similar to Word so I can write

YAY!!