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There's levels to ancestral connection, and you shouldn't skip any of them.
Take this as your reminder to first of all, spend time with your spirits, without expecting anything in return. Heavy on that last part. You don't make and maintain a genuine connection with someone just by showing up to their doorstep every time you need something from them. Treat them as people because they are. Your people. You should care for them as much as they care for you.
Be it ancestors (specifically direct blood lineage or adoptive family, any deceased human relative) or ancestral spirits (in general, that is, all ancestral allies and hereditary connections not just your ancestors). Just make time to hang out. Walk up to their space, a cup of your favorite drink in hand, give them their preferred drink and just chat. Don't ask anything in return. If you have an altar for them, do that. But it can be just going to visit their graves and giving libations and flowers, and telling them how your life's going, sharing memories together, remembrance, or just to listen. It can also be going to the beach or a river, and same thing, pour a drink and talk to them, and listen back. It can be your plant allies, while you're watering them, or putting eggshells or honey or sugar water or other good nutrients and fertilizers on their soil. It can be visiting your ancestors in dreams, and spending time with them there. There's so many ways to do this.
The second level to this is letting them sit in your body too. Listen. Become familiar with how they make you feel. With the signs of their arrival and presence. With the signs they communicate with and what they mean to you. With how they let you know they have a message, or that they're in for a visit. And let them in. Dance to your grandma's favorite beats. Sing your grandpa's favorite songs. Make a family recipe and share a meal with them, enjoy it for them and with them.
Ancestral reverence isn't just the big rituals and they're not the most important aspect of it, it is the everyday coexistence, in your little but constant everyday ways.
Do as you do but also as they did. You're an extension of them and they're an extension of you. They not only walk with you, you carry them within you.
Honor that.
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harps-chord · 1 year
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No thoughts only The Man from UNCLE inspired 60s spy movie craze + Disco Elysium
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heatherfield · 6 months
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fred and ginger do occasionally kiss in their movies! but they don't *romantically* kiss on screen until their 8th film (out of 10 lol). all the others prior to that are comedy kisses (top hat) or the ones the camera doesn't show (swing time) or ones that get thwarted at the last second (follow the fleet and also swing time again). something prompted them to in their 8th film (carefree), and then their last two films they play married couples so they kiss a lot!
(I'm so sorry for the late response! It's been a long week.)
This is interesting! I have to admit, I feel like I need to rewatch the Fred and Ginger films more closely because they blend together in my memory. I think I've seen at last half of their movies, but not the last ones.
(I lied—I have seen "The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle" but that was ages ago so I don't think I remember many details.)
It's also interesting to see how they show intimacy between their characters in other ways rather than the obvious reasons—whether due to censorship or creative choices. The "secret kiss" from "Swing Time" is particularly adorable!
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I just love the cute fluff and spectacle of it all and that spark of the 1930s comedies. 💋
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myrddin-wylt · 1 year
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Who do you think has had the most deaths?
OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OH.
okay actually Yao wins this by a landslide just due to longevity. really all of the still living Bronze Age Bitches are going to be at the top of the list because, well, obviously. it would be a little weird if someone 4,000 years old hadn't died more than their younger counterparts. so I think this question is probably best in, let's say, "age brackets."
Bronze Age Bitches: Yao still reigns supreme. Dariush (Persia/Iran) comes in second, but it's not exactly a close race, which is something Dariush mocks Yao about constantly.
Ancient Assholes: Kiku and Antonio are pretty evenly matched. Herakles, on the other hand, has the highest number of murders.
Early Middle Ages: u good there, Mathias (Denmark)? you need any help? kinda worried about you.
High Middle Ages: Gilbert no contest. just... it's Gilbert. Teutonic Knights. yeah.
Late Middle Ages: oh, Vanya.
Early Modern: U OKAY, SADIK? YA GOOD?
Late Modern: pretty sure half of Alfred's deaths are the result of him just being an idiot tbh.
Contemporary Modern: RIP Ludwig like, a million times.
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shutupdevvie · 1 year
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hello miss fic rec queen 😌
do you have any good long fics that I should read? I’ve been looking for a long Sammy one but I’d also take any of the other boys :)
thanks love 🤍
hi !! so i wasn’t sure if you were looking for longer oneshots or if you wanted a series so i put together a list for each for you to check out :)) (some of these are super popular so you might have read them already but !!) as usual this list includes smut !!
long fic writers (aka writers that have a bunch of longer oneshots to check out)
@ficthots
@stardustchordssammy (literally have never read a fic of hers that i did not thoroughly enjoy)
@streamingcolors-gvf
oneshots
no trespassing by @streamingcolors-gvf (sammy)
watch and learn by @gretavanfleetposts (sammy x reader x danny)
seven by @garbagevanfleet (sammy)
déjà vu by @hyperfixated-gvf (josh)
renaissance man by @stardustchordssammy (jake) (this is two parts so not technically a oneshot but idc)
fright night by @dharma-divine (sammy)
finished series
boston calling by @sammysvanfeet (jake)
sparrowverse by @highdefkiszka (shoebox: sammy, fade into you: jake, closest to heaven: josh)
cabin fever by @hearts-hunger (josh)
abaddon, lazarus, and brightest blue (all) by @garbagevanfleet (josh, jake, josh)
bubblegum by @gretasmokerising (jake)
the groupie aus and pine-ing for you by @hyperfixated-gvf (all boys, sam x reader x danny)
bottlerock by @finestoflines (josh)
shake my faith by @capturethechaos and @earthlysorrows (josh and jake)
a lover's plight (and the three other fake it til you make it collection fics) by @gretavandutchy (sammy but there is one fic for each boy in the collection)
sunshine daydream by @hearts-hunger (sammy)
unfinished series *at the time of posting* (that are so good i'm recommending them anyway)
seven by @stardustchordssammy (jake)
perfidy by @earthlysorrows (josh)
pink lemonade by @garbagevanfleet (sammy)
the dead don't die by @highdefkiszka (jake)
call the hunters by @streamsofstardust and @tlexx // @jakewhorecore (danny)
sweet as berries by @daisyful-gvf (josh)
the librarian by @pennylanefics
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What kind of bullying is NOT allowed to be done to Larry?
Oh, you can do anything you want to Larry!! Just as long as Nabbit's not around!!
Okay, well... "Serious harm pranks" are banned. Like attempting to KILL the child. Stealing his things. Or chemical pranks like laxatives or poisons. Orrr anything else that may take too much effort for me to draw-
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fictifile · 6 months
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courting the crown / maeve’s route / part 6 of 6, the end of an era
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amethystsoda · 9 months
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Jimmy Neutron and Spongebob Squarepants images from a 2002 THQ and Jolly Ranchers promo cd
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kember-writes · 6 months
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Mary’s wand was buried in the patch of desiccated dust outside the back door that seemed to count as a garden in this stupid city. She’d meant to bury it at Hogwarts, or in Cornwall, or just chuck it out of the taxi window on the way to the airport, but she’d not been able to bring herself to do it. Maybe the small, scared part of her still needed it close, in case she ever wanted it again. She would never let herself want it again.
The first time, it had grown back as a hazel tree. Protection, healing. She’d been in LA a month, finally found a mattress to call her own, and tried going out to a bar. She’d come half-running, half-stumbling home before midnight, her heart in her throat, and found it wasn’t home at all. She’d woken the next morning to crystal-clear birdsong and a tree bedecked with golden nuts, its curling silver branches and hand-sized furry leaves taking up half the yard. She’d hacked it down to a stump and tossed the branches in a dumpster. She hadn’t been brave enough to try one of the nuts.
The second time, it had sprouted as an apple tree. Love, wishes. That had been almost a year after she’d arrived in America, and she’d finally plucked up the courage to go on a date with the girl who’d showed her how to work the washing machine at the laundromat (and then kept coming back). The date had been good; the girl had been better. Mary had arrived home the following morning to find the tree waiting for her, loaded with blossoms and cherry-sized fruits. She’d hacked it down to a stump and burnt the branches. She’d seared the stump, too, so it wouldn’t grow back.
That had been three years ago. Then this morning, when she woke up, an elder tree hunkered in her back yard like a gnarled old man, all wrinkled bark and wizened twigs like scratching fingers, berries like clusters of bright black eyes. She didn’t need to know what it meant. Didn’t want to think about it. She left the tree where it stood; the wand could explain for itself, if anybody interrogated it. She was done.
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eggsnatcheskneecaps · 7 months
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Blue era is over
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gavinsdeviant · 1 year
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More drawings inspired by Pinterest. My Angel OC, Margot here to say hi!
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forget-about-me2 · 2 years
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Stp's are great omo fodder. Struggling to get it in place while you're squirming, having to control yourself and only let a little out at a time so it doesn't overflow... So many aspects of the experience can b explored.
Absolutely.
Honestly, even if I'm not desperate I can fumble with placing it. Every now and then there's the fear of having it placed wrongly. And that is not something you want because that'll end badly for your pants.
Anyway, using an STP while desperate is an experience I don't think I can properly explain in words. It's probably one of the least rewarding releases. You can't let it go all at once because of overflow as mentioned. This while it's the thing you want to do most.
But no you can't.
You have to keep check of your muscles and don't let your stream get too fast. And trust me that's easier said than done. It's torturous in a way I don't think can be achieved in any other way.
Don't forget the obvious fear of overflowing, like you are focused on the not overflowing part and constantly fearing it will go wrong. And when you are that desperate control is hard. Little jets where you can't help but pee harder for a bit happen, and they are both rewarding relief-wise and terrifying overflow-wise. You have to reign them in as quick as possible if you let them on too long it'll end in disaster.
It's a difficult balance between relief and not overflowing. But like it's an experience.
Peeing with an STP while desperate is high risks-high reward kinda thing.
And honestly, it can be a bit exciting
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and-so-he-rambled · 1 year
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Baby Bump (Bones s6 e22, spoilers)
Vincent found her in her office working on her program. He flitted around her door like a nervous hummingbird, stepping in and out of her doorway until she noticed and waved him in with an exasperated sigh.
He looked even more nervous then usual, and she hoped this wasn’t another confession.
“This is a weird question, and I’m sorry in advance, but could I?” Vince made a motion at her baby bump, now so close to bursting that every moment felt like a gamble. She stood slowly, placing a hand as if to steady her baby.
“Feel my bump?”
“Uh, yes? I’ve never actually felt a pregnant woman’s, ah, bump. If it’s too much I understand-“
“No Vincent.” She laughed, taking his hand that shook slightly and pressed it to her belly. He wasn’t some stranger like the ones on the bus who thought they had the right to try and touch her baby belly, this was Vincent. He was weird and sometimes annoying, but he was part of their family.
He looked awed, like he was part of something he didn’t understand the way he did the rest of the world. “Did you know that a newborn baby is born with around seventy reflexes?” He asked quietly, fingers gentle against the fabric of her shirt as if he could break them.
“I didn’t know that Vince, thank you.” At least it wasn’t a pregnancy fact that would make her fear the big day even more. She was sure he was full of those, but he kept his mouth blessedly shut.
When he did speak, it was so quiet she almost didn’t hear.
“I want to be a dad some day.” He whispered. “Not anytime soon, but eventually. Pass on my love of facts, ya know? It’s so scary, but so beautiful? Hodgins is a lucky man to have both of you.” She wondered if he was talking to her or her baby as he spoke with so much emotion it made her pregnancy addled brain want to hug him and cry, to tell him he’d be a great dad one day.
“Have you decided on a name?” He asked as he smiled up at her, nervously placing his other hand down and looking to her for guidance.
She smiled. “Can’t tell you yet, you’ll know with everyone else!” She ruffled his fluffy hair, something between maternal and platonic and maybe a little more as his cheeks turned pink.
“That- oh!” He jumped as the baby kicked, looking terrified and curious simultaneously. “Was that quickening? Did you know he can hear us?” He looked like an excited puppy as he gently prodded the stretched skin with careful precision.
“You’ve mentioned that fact before, and if you meant kicking then yeah, he was saying hello.” Hopefully Vincent would just accept her speaking for her baby and not question her proof of knowing what a unborn baby is doing and for what reasons. He seemed to, nodding to himself and taking his hands back with a air of soft regret.
“Thank you Angela. And you, little one, can’t wait to meet you.” He smiled, and he stepped from her office to go work on the project he and Brennen had been busy with.
“Micheal Vincent.” She later whispered to an empty office as she held her baby in her arms, tiny and precious just like she knew he would be. “We named him Micheal Vincent.”
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ardent-ace · 9 months
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I finally managed to put up all my prints and posters!!!!
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I'm waiting for the proper prints for the watches but the rest is final. I even managed to put in some paintings from my late great-uncle. I love this so much
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hotgirlcoded · 1 year
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hiiiiiiiiiii look at my little christmas decor at the office 😗
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withbroombefore · 2 years
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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Luó "Mián Mián" Qīngyáng, the Untamed ensemble Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Fix-It, Canonical Character Death - Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Lives, Jiāng Yànlí Lives, some other people live too, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, major character death tag is for Wei Wuxian but that gets fixed, Ghost Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, for a little bit - Freeform, Grief/Mourning, Podfic Welcome, Eventual Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Trans Character, Trans Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Trans Male Character, bisexual Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Bisexual Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, POV Multiple, Memory Loss, Minor Character Death, Minor Jiāng Yànlí/Jīn Zǐxuān Summary:
Time travel fix-it AU, diverging from after Wei Wuxian's death and before Lan Wangji's punishment.
  One: Perhaps the not-voice is a spirit, wailing its own grief. Two: Perhaps it is Wei Wuxian. There is no shortage of unhappy spirits in the world, now, so there is no certainty of that, but Lan Wangji must find out if there is any chance at all. Three: They have not taken his guqin, but the guards will hear it if he plays, and they may stop him. Four: He must then leave Cloud Recesses.
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