i've been turning more and more inward about how i'm enjoying harry and how i'm processing the end of tour, but it feels good, for now at least. i celebrated seeing him live so thoroughly that my last time seeing him felt like the end of tour in some way. i don't want to feel like i'm missing out when i'm out with friends, like i will be during his last show, bc in a world without streams i also wouldn't see that show. i've basically been training myself to slow down and appreciate (old) content more, and bask in a show and its content for longer. or be at peace not seeing content from a particular show. bc sometimes i feel nervous about missing something, or i feel myself having fomo for a thing i could not possibly be at. and most especially, i am not missing out, bc i had so many glorious opportunities to see the tour. i'm literally having a diary moment here just analysing my behavior and my feelings about being on tumblr and in the fandom during tour bc it's been a lot but i've loved all of it. i'm so fucking happy (and relieved) i can find ways to enjoy it all in my own pace. this space has changed a lot in the last few years but the way their content hits me personally hasn't changed, unless i let it all overwhelm me and i lose sight of what really matters to me about following them. i think it'll feel great to have a break from harry on tour, and let all of it hit me. to revisit little things that happened. to go through my own photos and videos. to go back to his mvs and dive a little deeper into them, at last. maybe i'm just a little overstimulated and ready for harry to stop bombarding me with content fshdf but the way his music makes me feel and the way his goofy face makes me smile and the way his creativity and presence inspire me every day will clearly always remain, after staying strong through all of this, after all these years. thank you, dear diary, for listening. harry styles forever

also picking back up that cowboy comic AGAIN after like a year bc it has rotted my brain Every Day so i Better be able to finish it up in between drawins in the near future 👁👃👁

really do think people of the west oughta be careful with how we're borderline parasocializing with these journalists in gaza. a lot of them are not career first responders, they are not superheroes, they did not choose this, they are citizens of gaza with the means to record what is happening to them. this is not to downplay their bravery or risk of life every day by doing so, nor the need for us to continue to support and encourage them in what little and big ways alike that we can, but we oughta be careful with what emphasis we're putting where and that it is unconditionally on their right to life and dignity, as any gazan, the right to exist as palestinian at all. to make it about 'heroism' at best misconstrues the fact that they would not being doing this were they not forced at literal gunpoint to, and at worst creates an expectation to be heroic, when they are just trying to be alive and free. please please please be careful with the conscious or subconscious expectations you are creating for these people and what imagined conditions your mind may create for your continued support of them, because i promise you they see and feel it, and they do not owe you anything.

jess is dog coded but he has the entire personality of a feral rescued cat that doesnt know how to meow and so hisses and yowls at everything even after its calmed down and domesticated. So what im saying is that he has the narrative functions of being dog coded (specifically a stray dog dog-eat-dog world dog “Just tell her I’m a dog” dog) but like he’s also jumping 10 feet in the air when he gets startled and likes to sit in rory’s lap and pretends he doesn’t care about anything but. actually. he cares a lot about everything. on accident. and when he gets embarrassed he is so mad about it too. do you understand

a view of limsa

Went on a trail ride with another girl I haven’t ridden with in a while l and said “hey let’s try this trail!” and then I nearly got us stuck in a fucking swamp

I literally said “haha, come on Bertie (my horse) it’s not like it’s quicksand” and then boom! it kind of WAS though and my pony is fat but she is small, so she got stuck up to her knees a few times but oh my god, poor Buster is a normal sized thick ol halter hog quarter horse boy and he almost went down. he sunk in on the left side up to his stifle. that’s like his hip man that’s like. Almost the butt. that was high-as-a-horse’s-hips mud. That was horse-thigh-gap-height mud. Oh my god.

This obviously scared the horse so then he scrambled out as best he could and he took his mom into a bank full of many sharp little trees and she almost came off and then had to get down and back him back into the mud to get him out and around the trees again

Was my horse as affected? No. Was I hit so hard in the face by tree branches that I bit my lip? No, but her horse reenacted the neverending fucking story for a minute there and she got pistol whipped by branches and I felt so bad 😭 in fairness, she never objected to exploring. not in fairness, it was absolutely my dumbass idea

This is why no one wants to ride with us, even when I try to have a chill walk-only lazy little trail ride I still manage to get us into some kind of chaos, because my riding style can only be described as Quaintly Unhinged™️

As pet tax, here’s my pony and her stupid stray dog she adopted, brave survivors of the sticky icky swamp

i love not remembering anything about my life. i only came into existence two years ago. everything before that was a long dream and even now i remain in a fugue state.

Something incredibly intimate about watching your source with a person who know you're fictionkin. Boy I hope they don't think I'm weird or my fictotype sucks

*winds up my fist like an old timey cartoon*

When I get these finals finished, these fics are going to be written

I have nothing to share *wink*

Nothing except maybe this future snippet for WDS :D (136 words)

;) ~

Hueso’s expression softened and he grabbed a pinch of salt, “I never thought I’d see the day you would have a kid. Just yesterday you were running around with your brothers laughing without a care.”

Hueso hands Leonardo a new bottle and adds, “Now, I’ve hardly seen you smile all day.”

Leonardo tapped Hueso’s bottle with his before taking a quick sip, “A lot happened.”

“So I’ve heard, Pepino.”

Leonardo stops the raised bottle from touching his lips, a wave of some type of grief or relief washing over him and he sets his bottle down. His fingers tighten around his bottle as he asks, “How much do you know?”

“From the look on your face, not enough.”

Leonardo sighs. “I…,” he tries to begin but remains silent as he tries to find the next words.

i know it has been a while but i hv to let this out—my gosh im not ready for this pain jusq why naman kailangan mamatay yung grandpa sa story tapos bAkeht kaya talagang binasa ko pa every detail nung struggle sa ospital like?¿?¿?¿ why am i putting myself through this pain?¿?¿¿

Paws are great, why would your ex make you feel shitty about that…

realistically I just have a foot fetish and they just did not really care for it but on a more specific level they did vocalize a dislike for me calling them paws because it took them out of the mood. They did try to be supportive of a lot of my *dog related* things later on in our relationship though!

we're getting me hospital insurance bc i have this unnerving feeling i'm gonna end up in the hospital sooner rather than later 💀 i don't feel like i'm gonna Die right now but i do absolutely feel awful and it's been in my head for days now that i need hospital insurance in case i have to go in. and i've had gut feelings enough to know this is one of those which is fucking terrifying

i can't shake the feeling i'm forgetting something...

your first love hits different

im sorry im still really upset about disney's daredevil series being named born again

Anyone else get real sad thinking about TF2 because Rick May passed away?