just never mind me i'm drowning in my feelings of jiang cheng, and how, for all his life, has never fucking been enough.

he's never been enough for his father, the peaceful, and revered for it, jiang-gongzhu, whose eyes just slid over his own blood, and who only ever had a smile for his past, for a boy made of ghosts, nevermind his own son who broke himself apart to be softer, brighter, trying to catch a moment of his time, one single i love you, son.

jiang cheng's never been enough for his own mother, no matter how hard he tries, killing himself in the effort to be the best in his mother's eyes, who only ever saw how a long dead cangse sanren's son picked up cultivation like a magic trick from thin air, never mind how her own son tore himself apart just so he could hear one single i'm proud of you, son.

jiang cheng's never been enough for his own sister, who always looked towards bold, brave, reckless wei wuxian, first, content in her knowledge, in her unshakeable belief that she needs to be a sister to him first, to little xianxian, to the gaunt, starving waif of a boy who'd needed a sister, who she'd died to save, never mind how her other brother wanted to give her a life she dreamt of, not one others thought she deserved, her other brother who'd only wanted to save her, who'd only wanted her to say, i'm looking at you, didi.

jiang cheng's never been enough for his brother/half-soul, for wei ying who he'd promised to protect and couldn't, hadn't been enough for wei wuxian, who forever ran ahead, making new friends, enemies, lovers so easily, colliding with titans and playing the hero, forever leaving behind jiang cheng, left staring at his back, waiting for him to turn, and look behind him just once. righteous wei wuxian, protector of innocents, the 'wen remanants', people who had the same name that once destroyed lotus pier, their home, and left it bloody and dying, nevermind his little brother, who just wants him to come home, who'd only wanted him to say, i'm staying this time, shidi!

all his life he's being trying and trying and trying, but even after so long, even after everything's been said and done, he's never been enough.

hey don't cry, 1 million pronouns on earth ok?

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

the most helpful thing i have ever seen from neurodivergent internet spaces is “THERE ARE OTHER TIMES OF DAY TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH”. this has genuinely saved me from executive dysfunction spirals so many times.

it’s difficult to be a dom with anarchist leanings.

my sub will be like “i have to tell you something... i broke a rule. i’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit.” and i’m like. rise up comrade you have nothing to lose but your padded restraints. no doms no masters. oh you want me to spank you. yeah i can do that.

And is the bus scheduled for zero minutes in the room with us now

Like actually in general my parents never just. bought me video games unprompted. I listen to Scott the Woz talk about his parents buying him games and Nintendo Power subscriptions just for no reason and I'm like. ?????? Families do that?

Slow thrusts with eye contact 🫠

Tumblr has a lot of problems but seeing posts that say things along the lines of "being trans is so cool and sexy actually" over and over and over again made me genuinely believe it. Being trans is so cool. You are given the gift of life, and despite hateful backlash and the tremendous amount of work and bridges you will burn, you still would rather be your authentic self.

How punk rock, how fucking badass. Being trans is so cool and sexy actually

THE HUNGER GAMES LUCY GRAY BAIRD & KATNISS EVERDEEN (inspired by x)

my vintage 1920’s sterling silver chain mail clutch

Seeing other writers on tumblr talk about writing is so validating because all of them are basically:

“I hate writing but I love it more than anything but it’s agony but I have a million stories to put to paper but I barely ever write a word”

And like I’ve always felt this way and I worried it meant I wasn’t supposed to be a writer, which tore me to shreds. But no. That’s just the curse of being one, I guess.

aye johnny give him a minute he's rebooting!!!!

It all started with a farmboy, a scoundrel, a princess, and a dark lord...

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY STAR WARS WEEK 2024 DAY 6: MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU

*takes your face gently in my hands and looks sincerely into your eyes* listen. your home does not need to look like a showroom. homes are meant to be lived in, and that means a certain amount of mess. it's okay if there is clutter on your desk or if you don't remember the last time you cleaned your oven. mess is morally neutral. but at the same time, you deserve to live in an environment that is safe and comfortable, and that means someone has to clean sometimes. things like mold, spoiled food, and dirty litter boxes are genuine health hazards and need to be dealt with before they make someone sick. think of cleaning less as "my home needs to be completely spotless" and more as "I am an animal and I need a habitat that is free of hazardous material." it's okay. *kisses you on the forehead and tucks you into a blanket*

(and of course it is always acceptable and even good for you to ask someone else to help you with cleaning if it's physically or mentally difficult for you. even if you're paying them to do it.)

The two voices in Harry's head, at all times: