If you had told the little thirteen-year-old girl who started this blog that she would move from the U.S to the U.K. and graduate (early!) with a degree in Art History and Museum Studies... she would have actually probably believed you. I was never really one to do things by the book. But regardless, as of a few days ago, that little girl accomplished this dream.
It felt important that I acknowledge and celebrate that success here with a post on Tumblr, because it has been fandom, fanfic, and writing that have seen me through all my trials and tribulations. It has been the space I grew up in, the space I learned to write in, the space I turned to for comfort (and hopefully produced enjoyment and comfort for others in my own work).
As everything has changed around me, this silly account has always been there. It has watched me grow up. It is an archive of sorts for nearly a decade of my life, my shifting interests, and often-terrible writing. I wish little me could reach through time and look at this post on her dashboard now; I think she would be proud.
i was watching tcw again with my roommate because he hasn't ever seen it and during the "rookies" episode, when obi-wan says "good man, that cody" my roommate IMMEDIATELY was like "Wdym by that 😏😏😏" and "YOUR good man, obi hehe". Which was funny, because he doesn't know much about star wars overall, not to mention the pairings of characters. And most of the knowledge is because i always talk about it, or show cool posts from tumblr, or tiktoks. Or cry my eyes out for three days because of an etheral fanfic. So that was fun and made me happy!!
I just have still the struggle with my writer’s block for my girlfriend and best friend but they really try their best to reassure me and so we started to write different scenes or tiny RPs. Thank you so much @zaphiregz and @reptile--queen <3)
This scene is about my common OC who I created together with Zaph and right now I created a servant/Frieza scene with reptile--queen uwu thank you so much for doing this scene with me and babe I love our bab so much ;w;
The colorful prince is now the sole survivor of his race...
...a subspecies of the Icejin, with the ancient ability to produce poison. At the time, his parents had rescued him because hunters were after their precious poison and could convert it for an expensive antidote to make lots of money. A hard hit at the time growing up without a family, but in his misfortune he had had a friend at the time, of royal ancestry as well. Frieza and his family.
But long story short, he was separated from the family during an invasion, so he had to stand on his own two feet and fight his way through life.... Often he was on the run, because hunters have always appeared, which his rare breed still knows well, until he finally came up with the solution that he could be sold to a bazaar. Pistachio prefers to be a serf than to be constantly exposed to the chase. A difference between him and Frieza, as he does not care about his royal lineage. It is nothing special for him. At a noble stand he is offered only to the highest bidders and at his childhood time he had little contact with King Cold, since he had played more with Frieza and his older brother.
So logically he doesn't recognize him either when he comes into his possession. But it doesn't seem to pass to the old monarch, as he had only overheard in a conversation that he would be presented as a gift. The magenta one sighs inwardly but...it is still better than his previous life, with which he wants to finish. He just wonders who will be the lucky owner. He is accompanied only by two soldiers as he is freighted onto a large ship and he widens his heavenly eyes in confusion. It must be the son of the king in front of him, since he resembles him from the look, but again he does not recognize who is walking towards him. Frieza he had experienced from then only in his final form, it is unclear to him that he can also preserve his immense reserves of strength. As his name is now called, he frowns, raising both hands still attached to the handcuff and briefly scratching his forehead.
"You...know me...?", and then the scales fall from his eyes: those scarlet blood moons that act as a sort of trademark of the Cold family. It's unmistakable. And the elegant manner in addition. Pistachio can't believe his eyes now, grinning broadly, wagging his tail agilely behind his back while dangling his arms with the extra weight.
I really feel like I am doing my best in the things I do. But feels like my parents only think I am doing 50% of my best. I really am trying, like I have worked so hard on my studies and passed every exam except an old redo exam. That failed redo exam basically erased all the work I had done and all the exam I had passed. They were so angry at me. I get that I failed but I really tried and I had three courses at the same time and I know they are excuses.
Feels like they could not be proud over the good things I did this year. When I said that I hade done something I was proud of they would just remind me of the things I did not do as well. Feels like it has been years since they have been proud of me but idk. The bad days continues
