Maria § 29 § Mexican § Multifandom § Avid brainstormer
Welcome! When prompted, I like to talk about current fixations; always open to talk Pokemon, animation/entertainment industry, language learning, my OC's (or any plotbunny i had randomly), my fic collection and The Mummy (1999) my beloved. I have novel length conversations with myself on the tags. Open to healthy convos about a ship, movie, tv show or videogame (currently playing: Horizon Zero Dawn - Frozen Wilds).
i don't write, but I sure as hell hoard fanfics like a dragon. patron of the arts (i leave nice comments on ao3). oc x canon safe zone
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I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and theyâre already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that donât have real words yet. itâs being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because youâre known. god. what a gift.
âautism wouldnât have been difficult before capitalismâ ânothing that caused me burnout existed before industrializationâ well what if your boots feel weird against your skin. and your cape is itchy and too heavy. and your brooch keeps making an annoying sound everytime you move and this party is too loud and youâre hungry and thereâs pigeon stew but you canât stand the texture of pigeon so you ate some olives and now your hands feel oily and gross and you drank a little bit too much wine (bc thereâs no clear water. also it was too bitter) so now your head hurts and you feel a little hot but not hot enough to take your cape off and you promised this time we leave when I asked, Aurelius! you promised! and donât forget we still have a three hour ride back home you promised itâs not going to be like last time! or something of the sort.
the âLife only started sucking in the 19th centuryâ attitude as anti-capitalist praxis is truly hilarious like. personally, if the sun was even a tiny little bit too hot on the back of my neck while i was being kidnapped and taken as a war captive after *insert empire here* conquered my home i wouldve been pissed. praefectus if the shackles feel weird on my skin im killing us both
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Excerpted from the poem Hand Me Downs by Sarah Kay
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I know youâve taken to wearing around your fatherâs hand-me-down anger. But I wish that you wouldnât. Itâs a few sizes too big and everyone can see it doesnât fit you, makes you look silly, hangs loose at all the wrong places, even if it does match your skin colour.
I know you think youâll grow into it, that your arms will beef up after all the fighting and it will sit on your shoulders if you pin it on the right places with well-placed conviction. The bathroom mirror tells you you look good in it, that it makes your fists look a lot more justified, when you dig your hands deep into the pockets youâll find stories hidden he left there for you to hand out to the other boys like car bombs.
And on days when everything else is slipping through your fingers, this you can wrap yourself inside of, this will keep you warm at night, help you drift off to sleep with a certainty that no matter what, it will still be there when you wake up. And the longer you wear it, the better it starts to fit, until some of the stories are your own. Maybe the holes in the sleeve are from the bullets you dodged yourself, so when it rips, snags on a barbed wire fence or someone elseâs family, donât worry. Cos your mother and your sister will help mend it- patch the holes, sew the tears, replace a button or two, help you back into it and tell you how proud they are of you, how good it looks on you the same way it looked on your dad, and your granddad too, and on his dad before him and on his father before him.
But back then, back then there was only sand until someone drew a line, someone built a wall, someone threw a stone. And the crack in the skull that it hit fractured perfectly outward, like twigs on the branches on the limbs of a family tree. So someone threw a stone back, and each fracture, each tiny break wound itself together into thread and the thread pulled itself around him- your great-great-great-great somebody.
And on the other side of that wall they were knitting just as fast, and theirs fit them just as well but only slightly different shade. So Iâm asking, when the time comes, whoâs gonna be the first one to put down the needle and thread? Whoâs gonna be the first one to remember that their grandpa suffered just as many broken windows, broken hearts, broken bones, in the first time you come down to dinner and your son is sitting at the dining table with your hatred on his shoulders, whoâs gonna tell him itâs finally time to take it off?
âThe end of episode eight was probably one of the most difficult because physically we had to figure out how heâs going to climb on top of me and scream in my face, and how I was going to scream back in his face, and how to cry in those moments, and the specific lines and how to deliver them. It was a personal choice to touch his face at the end.â â Millie Bobby Brown
Itâs insane to me how antis be like âone single good act doesnât change what he did while he was alive, itâs not enoughâ MY BROTHER IN CHRIST he sacrificed his own life to protect everyone else and he literally used his last breath to say he was sorry to his sister, do you really think that if given the chance and the time he wouldnât have put in the effort to become a better person and make amends for his actions? The duffers killed him off how do you expect him to have a proper redemption arc if heâs six feet under?
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as someone that does a check of updated bookmarks in ao3 first thing in the morning on mobile, and i mean, "barely focus eye sight" first thing in the morning, that Clear Entire History button is always haunting me
i really hope it has a second check before actually deleting years of history
