waist deep in a daydream

angel | adult | he/any | pan, poly, probably cuter and more shameless than you. ask me about my polycule today! also i can't believe this url wasn't taken. icon by magesup/claireiosity.

[heartemoij]

i have a disease that makes me like pink and heart shaped objects and it’s called being a fucking genius

[somecunttookmyurl]

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

[somecunttookmyurl]

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

[somecunttookmyurl]

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

[somecunttookmyurl]

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

[somecunttookmyurl]

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

[somecunttookmyurl]

WITH PLEASURE

(greyscale makes it hard but the duck head is on the right above the toe strap. always takes me a while to find it too)

[beggars-opera]

[libriamore]

Ok but this is how to teach history. This is how you get people to pay attention, to care. Find something small and make it personal, then zoom out to the wider context. History is best taught as a story, with people who lived their lives in ways that came together to create something remarkable that we still talk about today, but who were still just human at the end of the day. They kissed, argued, cried, and dreamed just like we do. And sometimes they really liked ducks.

[fiberartsam]

My embroidery is wonky at best but I thought maybe he would have liked to know other people liked the ducks he loved so much, so I copied the duck from the shirt onto my jeans. They’re with me now. They live on.

[somecunttookmyurl]

these are so cute! 🦆

[vanityschild-deactivated2026031]

There's so many things you can just ignore

[allonsybadwolf]

my setup is unparalleled my technology is advanced

[allonsybadwolf]

my setup is unparalleled my technology is advanced

[beesmygod]

They’re making Casablanca. The studios are desperate to get you in this movie, and are willing to g to cast you as literally any role you want. Who do you pick? Humphrey bogarts part? Ilsa Lund? That little gay French guy?

i want to be the piano. im going to lay face down where the keys should be and they should just play me like im the piano but i just go "oof" and "oerg" sometimes. no one comments on or acknowledges me

[theonion]

Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure

[salvia-plathitudes]

Happy 12th birthday, Beautiful Cinnamon Roll post

[goatedgreen]

my hot take about astrology is that i dont think it says anything in particular about anyones personality but i do like having a little shape and animal related to when i was born :)

[ymutate]

Tony Matelli (born 1971) is an American sculptor

In an art show in SF.

Made entirely of painted metal.

[raspberrysgod]

[geck-motj]

so glad this came up on my feed bc i made my own!!

it took me 4hrs to make and i gave him eyes and some starfish frends

[magicratfingers]

if you really loved me you’d make me a strawbster

[riddlesinthedork]

Having a relaxing time at a spa. Got a lavender & thyme massage and sat in the Himalayan salt room for 10 minutes. Time to hit up the steam room.

[riddlesinthedork]

why are they throwing carrots and onions in here with me

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[criminalizegolf]

but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will

[asterism343]

Everyone please reblog this post so we can make a cool creature out of the reblog chain

[pillow-princeps]

the problem with “you don’t owe anyone else anything” is that what I think people first meant when they said it was “don’t apologize for existing, you do not owe others for tolerating you being alive especially if they are cruel to you” but what everyone online took it as “if someone in your life ever asks you for anything ever you should kill them”

[orcposts]

do not go gentle into that good night

[orcposts]

be a bit of a bitch about it

[tlirsgender]

With the power of adhd you can do two halves of different chores and then sit down again instead of finishing either 👍

[tlirsgender]

This may be mistaken for half-assing it but you would be wrong. I am whole-assing but I've distributed my ass across multiple tasks and didn't finish anything. But. Multiple chores are more done than they were before. Take it or leave it

[pansyfemme]

as a phrase, “she [x] on my [x] til’ i [x]” only is funny if on either side of a spectrum. either the phrase ends so specific to a sexual action it’s a smart joke (for example, “she strogan me off til i beef” uses the word “beef stroganoff’ but also makes a “stroking off” joke, making it clever wordplay.) or it makes so little sense that it ends up funny from the absurdity of deciphering what type of sexual action could even be taking place. (example: when my roomate the other night asked to hand them a sanpelligrino and then said “she san on my pelli til’ i grino” which begs the question of what ‘sanning’ is, what a ‘pelli’ repersents in terms of human genitalia and what ‘grinoing’ could possibly be.)