Something that happened today:
Coding teacher: *standing around*
Me: *walks over to where he is, under the solar panels*
(For context, the solar panels at our school have pillar-ish things to hold them up and there’s pen/pencil graffiti on them. The one next to my teacher said “suck my dick” and the n slur, I don’t think he noticed)
Me: “so, looking at the graffiti?”
Him: *Looks at them, makes a face of disgust* “oh, that’s.. “
Me: “yeah, they’re everywhere, I don’t like them”
Him: “I’m glad you don’t, I’ll call (janitor) and ask if he could remove them”
Me: “thank you”
(Later, back in class)
Me: *doing coding work*
Him: *comes over and hands me an achievement award* “for being kind and doing the right thing” *leaves*
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I still cannot believe I got to hear All of the Girls You Loved Before the very first time Taylor ever performed it
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Wyll taking Halsin to the Wilden Oak after observing how much he was struggling to adapt to the City, thinking it would cheer him up *and* be special enough that maybe he can work up the nerve to ask him something important. Telling him about how he used to daydream about the stories it could tell him, and how it brought him comfort - how it may bring him comfort as well. And maybe he thinks he's talking too much, too fast, but it all pours out of him with heart-aching sincerity.
Halsin listening thoughtfully to Wyll's fanciful dreams of dragons and the Weave, and chuckling fondly at how eager he is; how whimsical he makes everything sound. Bubbling over with how happy it makes him to hear Wyll so beautifully matching the splendor of this tree with such fanciful tales, admiring it for what it is.
Wyll's face heating up, thinking he must be laughing at his stories, and ah, hells, he's gone and fumbled this, of course an Archdruid would think fairytales of trees to be foolish and childish. Mumbling it must sound silly to him.
Halsin frowning then, brought out of his affectionate thoughts. "Oh, no, not at all. I think it's wonderful. Here, let me show you something."
Halsin bringing Wyll's hand up to the bark of the tree and pressing it beneath his own to the ridges and grooves, encouraging him to listen closely again as he had as a boy. Telling him that trees speak to those who care to hear them, even if they cannot understand them. Wyll closing his eyes, flustered at how close they are, but - after a moment of quiet - hearing the barest tendrils of something touching the edges of his mind. Nothing he is able to understand, but he swears he feels it; more than he ever has before.
Halsin himself listening and catching the discernable memories the oak is able to give him amidst the transfer - the tiniest glimpses of generations and magic long past. Perhaps even a dragon cutting its lightning path through the sky, eons ago. He passes anything translatable gently off to Wyll, who listens, enraptured.
The Wilden reveals other things - other terrible things. Other sad things and tragic things, no where near the fairytales that Wyll spins. Halsin does not pass these memories on, but judging by the frown on Wyll's face, he senses it.
But there is something else - something closer to the heart - it calls Wyll "tree friend" - flashes of Wyll as a young boy, collecting its leaves from the ground. Of an older Wyll curled in on himself in the tangle of its roots, heartbroken; an even older Wyll turning his face to the dappled sun and smiling, little golden bands sparkling in his hair.
Halsin taking Wyll by the hand and bringing him deeper into the forest, scouting a good spot to plant the tiny wishing acorn Wyll had pressed bashfully into his palm with stories of his mother. Burying the seed deep into the ground so its roots may grow anew, just as glorious as its parent - waiting to bring joy to another a century down the line. Just as their lives have taken root within one another, tangled and new, but full of life.
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okay i know we have Fucked up Bitch Disorder but honestly i wish more bpd content on here was about like. happiness. and not the favourite person happiness i mean happiness for ourselves for the sake of being happy because we deserve to be happy. happiness because we've improved. happiness because we're 3 months clean and/or sober. happiness because we got out of the house and got that book we've been wanting for weeks. happiness because the hallucinations were quiet today. happiness because that thing that used to drive us to the brink only makes us cry a little bit. happiness because our hair looks really cool today. happiness because we hung out with our friends and we came away from the experience feeling loved. happiness because we ate 3 whole tasty meals today and we dont fully feel like shit about it. happiness because our favourite plushie is soft. happiness because despite all the bullshit thats happened to us we're still here and we've come so far. happiness for ourselves, not for others.
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me: everytime i read something about mob being a system written by someone who's a system (please excuse me if this is not the correct phrasing), i go rewatch the parts they talked about and i feel like i understand mob and ???% more.
sibling: oh yeah?
me: like. for example. i am no longer convinced ???% was ever even intending to hurt ritsu in the confession arc
sibling: oh yeah, i never thought that. ritsu was like "he's going to kill me!!!" but we don't know-
me: we don't know what he was going to do. he just did this *imitates ???% reaching his hand out* very ominously
sibling: i think- what if- what if it did the whole scary build up and then. mob just gave him a little head pat. pat pat.
me: you know what i'm now convinced of?
sibling: hm?
me: i think ???% was going to check ritsu's head. where he was hurt when he was little
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Look at this gem 😭🙏
Thank you so much @livmadart , it turned out beautiful 😭❤️
(And thank to @mirrorfalls too, for the amazing event ❤️)
(Artist: @livmadart )
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If anyone needs me, I’ll be living in the Meal Fit For A King scene, where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, from now until the end of time.
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