I Hate That I’ve Been On A Fan Art Kick Recently But I Have No Earthly Willpower Or Knowledge On How

I have this every time I have to wake for work. Why can’t I build stick and log shelters in the woods like I did as a child forage food for my family? That feels far more fulfilling to me than *gestures towards rampant end stage capitalism* this.

I would love to barter and trade for crafts, and I would love to have a job so intrinsically valuable to my daily life yet be allowed to have fun and goof off with my clan of chosen people like I was meant to. Instead I have to justify a comfortable existence with labor that isn’t even fulfilling, but is never ending and unchanging. Where is the challenge? Where’s the prize? The paycheck I can’t see half the time?

I’m shocked the first thought wasn’t “bastard” but this is funnier

mom called me a fag yesterday by accident

Something I think about a lot is how as a kid, I picked a bunch of wildflowers for my mom.

I didn’t know what they were, just that they were tall and dainty, and pretty, not to mention they were everywhere.

I knew when I was little that something was very wrong between her and my dad, but seeing me come in, with random bits of dirt on my face (and somehow in my ears too) and all over my hands seemed to make her light up for a moment. She’d even scold me a little when I would bring in a bushel so thick our usual vases and glasses wouldn’t fit them. Even in spite of me picking the yard of our house clean of flowers, those dainty purple stalks would pop back up within weeks like I hadn’t just overharvested what me and my parents thought at the time were random lawn weeds.

Now that I’m older and a bit wiser (and don’t cause a wake of biological destruction in my path), and I know what was actually happening in that house, I think it’s funny. Especially since I’m really fond of flowers and floriography.

I was giving her blue toadflax. That especially looking back on it now is painfully ironic. It’s not a typical bouquet flower, but it does have a meaning.

It’s been a long while since I found the site that listed one of its meanings, but it symbolizes protection, and was said to ward off curses and hexes, or even land stewardship. Others said it symbolized joy and vitality. Emphasis on the protective aspect, and it being a stubborn, determined pioneer plant- you can probably argue resilience too.

I was giving her a fucking protection charm and neither her nor I even knew it. Not until I was like fifteen and saw the flowers again and was like “hmm I wonder what these mean, I used to give them to my mom all the time.”

Damn it if the universe ain’t a petty poetic bitch then what is it even?

parallel play (liking and reblogging your mutual's posts but not talking to them)

They unfortunately just are favorable tools of the wealthy and powerful. And therefore are amplified to sound above our collective voices

Gentle reminder to not do shit while bereaved, I just burnt the shit outta my hand because I was crying to hard to pay attention to which hand was grabbing something out of the oven.

The fact that I can remember every single episode this post references with startling clarity might be terrifying—

—If I was not the kind of child to have rewatched the entire series seven times over.

Plot twist.

I was.

And I’ll fucking do it again.

Well I never had the chance to watch Avatar the Last Airbender ever…. which sucks, but.. now it’s on the net flix so guess what ya boi’s doing !!!!!!

I am a fiend and denegerate trapped inside a dainty little body and I strongly resent this fact.

I WANNA BE A NATURE SPIRIT AND JUST LIVE SHIPPING CHARACTERS AND SLEEPING UNDER STARS! I FORSAKE THIS PRISON OF MORTAL FLESH.

LET ME FERALLY FIEND FOR THE HAPPINESS IN ROMANCE OTHERS DESERVE SINCE IM TOO MUCH OF A HERMIT TO ACHIEVE IT MYSELF IN PEACE.

Alright ladies and gents, chapter 8 will be here when I wake up and post it tomorrow. It’s a long one. 💜

Hot take but anytime I see a hyper aggressive female character in a workplace setting it always reads as “I’m this aggressive out of necessity to survive a male dominated field.” Because- it was never her age that was an issue. It’s mentioned like literally once or twice, but like :/ . You know she became aggressive to compete with miles for her father’s attention. Manfred strikes me as the type to give the boy attention and credit easily, leaving his daughters vying for it. That kind of setting breeds aggression, imo.

franziskas desire to be viewed as competent especially via violence is also, i think, very interesting for Gender Reasons but I can’t put together my franziska gender thoughts coherently yet. the thing is that we can’t chalk up the condescension n disrespect she’s struggling against (both within her family and in the courtroom) to just her youth - she’s also a young girl.