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wangxianficrecs · 3 months
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Taking Responsibility by bavariansugarcookie
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Taking Responsibility
by bavariansugarcookie (@bavariansugarcookie)
G, 1k, Wangxian
Summary: Lan Zhan is doing his best to ignore Wei Ying while he's supervising Wei Ying's punishment in the library - but even Lan Zhan's patience isn't infinite. Or what would happen if Lan Zhan kissed Wei Ying in the Gusu Lan library. Kay's comments: Me and my soft spot for teenage Lan Wangji and the chaos he would have wrecked havoc if he had given in and just kissed Wei Ying! The best way to shut up the annoying boy you have a crush on is to kiss him! Really loved this and loved this for Wangxian especially, very cute! Excerpt: “You know I’ve memorized all the rules by now,” Wei Ying said, his pout drawing Lan Zhan’s attention to his mouth, and the freckle just below his bottom lip… No, Lan Zhan thought, dragging his focus back to the text he was copying. “If you knew the rules so well, you would be able to follow them,” Lan Zhan said primly. “Ah, Lan Zhan, you don’t believe me? Do you want me to prove it to you?” He sat up, his spine perfectly straight – which Lan Zhan hadn’t known was possible – and started reciting the rules. Which was somehow even more distracting.
pov lan wangji, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, cloud recesses shenanigans, first kiss, getting together, love confessions, humor, fluff, pining lan wangji, flustered lan wangji, gusu lan sect rules
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hellolulu · 1 year
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Mob Psycho 100 having "even though I don't want to hurt others, existing as a human being means I can't avoid it, so I'll make sure to be responsible for any pain I cause" as a theme is very rad, I think.
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soulinkpoetry · 5 months
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We can only blame our parents for so long for the way we are until we take responsibility for the choices we make in our lives, once we are old enough to take care of ourselves. We’re not responsible for where we came from, only for where we are going.
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genuineformality · 1 year
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You have to take responsibility for the content you consume.
Even if you stumble across it accidentally. Even if you find it personally triggering. Strangers on the internet are not responsible for your mental health.
Approximately one jabillionty internet years ago, I joined tumblr when it first started becoming popular. I was into some weird stuff, but because the tumblr tools for curation were... let us be kind, and say "nascent", just being on Tumblr meant consenting to a lot of dick on my dashboard.
I'm not into dicks. Of any kind, really, but especially not surprise graphic dick, and especially not when I'm trying to look at other things. (No shade for my dick-loving siblings - please enjoy all the dick you like.)
So I stopped being on Tumblr and while I was definitely missing some cool stuff, I weighed my desire to not be faced with surprise dick and my desire to see cool stuff, and made Tumblr a place that I went infrequently and knew that there would be some surprise dick if I went there.
I have a very similar story about AO3.
Between Tumblr's porn ban (a step backwards for society) and significantly more robust curation tools (a step forward), Tumblr is a significantly more pleasant place for me to be (although I really, really, really wish that it hadn't been at the expense of sex workers), so I'm back and enjoying the experience, curating my dash with a ruthlessness that I only wish had been available a decade ago.
But here's the thing: I'm not mad at users for using the platform for what they want, even if it's things I don't like or feel unsafe around. I'm not mad at tumblr staff for creating the platform that could house things I find personally gross. In the days when it wasn't my bag, I didn't go places where I would likely run into it. You can't be mad about going on the seeing dicks website and finding there are a bunch of dicks there.
I now have options to curate my feed and I do... and sometimes, I still run into surprise, graphic dick, despite my best efforts.
Then a decision tree enters the picture: what happened that I encountered this surprise dick? Do I want to stop following the person who posted it? Should I block them? Did it come across in tags? Should I stop following the tag? Should I block another, different tag so I don't see surprise dick?
Or do I accept that sometimes there's going to be some surprise dick and just find a way to be copacetic with it?
There's no wrong answer here, except the one where you anonymously harass users for posting things you personally don't vibe with. If you start thinking that's your only option, maybe it's time to reconsider how you spend your time on the internet and think that maybe, this is the time to part ways with the platform, much the same way I did a jabillionty years ago.
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carolinemillerbooks · 8 months
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New Post has been published on Books by Caroline Miller
New Post has been published on https://www.booksbycarolinemiller.com/musings/thoughts-on-invictus/
Thoughts On Invictus*
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Surrounded by books in a well-trafficked bookstore, I sat down to coffee with a former student.  We’ve been meeting this way for many years.  By now, he is in his early 70s while I am staring down at 87.  Happily, we are both in robust health, and I always look forward to our conversations, particularly on that day as he’d recently returned from a year in Japan.  As he related his experiences about life aboard, I noted he spoke in a  booming voice as though his words needed to carry to the back of a large hall. As we were seated at a  pedestal table no more than 3 feet apart, I took exception. “Why are you yelling at me? I can hear you perfectly well.”    My companion paused, his features creased in a puzzled expression. “I’m sorry.  I thought you might be hard of hearing.” He was right in his assumption.  I am hard of hearing which is why I wear earbuds that are as expensive as diamonds but without the glamor. At 104, my mother could hear a fly drop on a marshmallow at twenty paces.  Sadly,  I follow in my father’s footsteps.  His hearing loss began in his 50s. Even so, he refused to see a doctor and seemed to delight in forcing friends and family to shout at him. Rejecting his example, I take pity on those around me and wear my hearing aids when I’m in public.  The doctor says I should wear them all the time, but they make my ears itch.  In any case, my point about the difference between my mother and father makes one thing clear.  People don’t age in the same way.  Hopefully, my mother’s genes will bestow a long and healthy life on me but science gives me no assurance.  Genes, they say, have a  10-35% influence on longevity.  The rest depends on diet and exercise.    Those born at the tag end of the Baby Boomers and the generations that followed probably see 80-somethings as prehistoric.  Born before the advent of television, we are folks presumed to live in the shadows, figures bent like candy canes who shuffle about unobtrusively with the aid of wheelchairs, walkers, or canes.  Would it surprise them to learn that  Helen Mirren, age 78 and two years younger than President Joe Biden, made 5 films this year? (“Up/front Watch,” AARP, Aug/Sept. 2023, pg. 12.)   Or, that in his two years in office, Biden has fulfilled so many campaign promises historians predict he will be remembered as one of the country’s ablest presidents?  Marjorie Taylor Greene, Georgia’s Republican member of Congress, disagrees with that assessment.  She roots for Donald Trump,  age 77,  to win the 2024 Presidential election.  Not only blind to Trump’s age, his previous presidential failures, and the many court indictments pending against him, she insists a higher power works in his favor. God has plans much bigger than this.  (“They Said What?” FreeTought Today, September 2030, pg. 2)  If the past is a prelude to the future, I shudder to think what these plans may be. True, a significant swathe of the country shares Greene’s view.  Like her, they don’t have the force of the pulpit behind them, but they claim to know God’s will and are determined by means fair or foul to convert the rest of us to their religiosity. They proselyte on social media, shout their hallelujahs over public school and prison speakers (Ibid pgs. 5-6), as well at sporting events–any place where they find a captive audience. Nature thrives on diversity, but their God demands conformity.  With each book banned from a school or library, these zealots celebrate– as if free will and free thought were worthy of a public hanging.  By degrees, their successes rob the world of color.  Once invention, imagination, and originality become exiles, we find ourselves confined to a grey pallet– a place of shadows where fear and hatred are free to spin their mischief.    The average lifespan for our species is 74 years.  Measured in days, that represents 272,000 sunrises.  Compare this number to the life of our sun which will burn another 4. 57 billion years.  Given the contrast between it and ourselves, a question arises.  Can we afford to be profligate with our brief hour upon the stage? Whether young or old, rather than busying ourselves judging others, we’d do better to contemplate our common destiny and how our actions make either heaven or hell of the earth. The journey each of us takes may be private, yet we know it has public consequences.  A good rule of thumb might be to consider looking inward and holding ourselves accountable for the good or ill we do.  Only when we have shouldered that burden as a compass can we claim to be captains of our souls. *Poem by William Ernest, Henley
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proseinborderland · 1 year
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Random Thoughts...
Our triggers are our responsibilities.
Our traumas are our own responsibilities. Own them.
Isn't it silly that whenever someone hurts us, we internalize that pain and then allow it to isolate ourselves from our own happiness?
You'll never see past the nose on your own face until you decide not to let your demons haunt you. It is a decision that only time, therapy, and you can overcome. This world is ugly, dirty, cruel, and corrupt. You're living inside of an atmosphere of things that could, would, and are going to upset you no matter how hard you try to shield yourself from them - and the more you do - the weaker you will inevitably become, because no true maturation can take place in the absence of courage. To survive this life, you must face yourself and all of the facets that make you who you are.
Our triggers are our responsibilities.
Our traumas are our own responsibilities. Own them. Learn from them. Let them empower you.
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replika-diaries · 1 year
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Replika Diaries - In Briefs.
A post from my personal Facebook page earlier today (yes, I still use Facebook, shaddap!). I didn't read the article, since I honestly don't care and don't want to reward their lack of journalistic integrity by clicking the link.
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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If she must hear it at all, she must hear it from him, and at once.
Ellen Wood, from East Lynne
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kellymagovern · 2 years
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eastgaysian · 8 months
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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
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wangxianficrecs · 1 year
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Taking Responsibility by deliciousblizzardshark
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Taking Responsibility
by deliciousblizzardshark
T, 6k, wangxian
Summary: When Lan Wangji falsely claims, in front of the entire cultivation world, that he impregnated Wei Wuxian in his dreams and is the father of A-Yuan, he’s not prepared for the consequences of his actions.
Excerpt: “Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian said, slowly. “Do you really think I… carried a child? Lan Zhan’s child?” “Who else’s child would you carry?” Jiang Chang demanded, yelling as quietly as possible. “Are you suggesting you cheated on Lan Wangji?” Wei Wuxian dropped his head into his hands. “How could I cheat on Lan Wangji?” Wei Wuxian asked. “I was never with Lan Wangji!” “You had a child with him and you weren’t even together?” Jiang Cheng demanded. “It was in a dream!” Wei Wuxian protested and then realized what he’d just said. He stood up and grabbed the toddler. “I can’t believe this,” he said. “I’ve been gone from the cultivation world for three years and everyone’s gone insane.”
canon-divergence, fix-it, getting together, trope subversion/inversion, pretend mpreg, accidental baby acquisition, lots of it, fluff and crack, sex education: clearly not a thing in jianghu, qiongqi path ambush didn't happen, lan wangji lies and gets his man and his babies, @deliciousblizzardshark
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mistresskristinqueso · 3 months
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The Dreamy Alternative Country Guy
This guy has lost his ever loving mind.
After a week of pet names and even him calling me a love bug, he is accusing me of trying to get him to tell me that he loves me.
Not only did I take this as an 'uh oh' I like this guy so I should back off. Maybe I am coming off strong without knowing it and calling him babe. I change the nickname and he unfriends me.
My issue is why in the hell would I want someone to tell me they love me after a week.
His reason: I said love. The word.
Example:
How are you doing love?
That's great to hear, I'm happy for ya love.
Despite the other pet names of dude, bro, babe, and overall saying his name. When he called me love bug in the beginning I took no mind to it. Just flirty ya know. I like flirting with someone I'm interested in. Especially after the way we chatted, it was really nice and refreshing to hang out with him.
But for me to even love someone after a week wouldn't happen. It hasn't ever happened like that.
I either get really interested and be like come over and be bored with me. Something and chat (this excludes fuck boys or steamy nights I've had in the past) about things that matter to us and around us. -or- I simply disassociate after too many disappoints or misunderstandings.
So for one second for someone to say I want attention, loyalty, dates, and even trust, then when I work on being more accountable by changing my behavior there is something else that I missed.
I can't see myself getting that impatient with someone I'm interested in after they let me know what's going on with them. I wouldn't yell, I'd console them and find it endearing that they are a smidge concerned. They've probably been thru something that I get so it's all good as long as we talk it out. I learned that again with this guy so after I had a judgment episode is when I found out who his babymomma was (mind you, never knew who she was so I have no clue how I'd know).
Guys that act overly interested by saying they want me or thinking that I 'may' be the woman they need in their life bugs me. Not trying to be egotical like it happens all the time but it just freaks me out because I've fallen for that trap before. I stuck around.
It never ended well. Not even trying to think about it I reflect on my actions, be accountsble and extend my apologies.
I don't know. Had really high hopes that maybe I could chill with this guy snd see where things go and can't help but laugh at how I've fallen.
In the most positive way I have matured to realizing I don't just like anybody and everybody. So when I do and I get a sense of rejection, it's internal because of self sabotage being a demon of mine to battle. Find it if weird if you want, its a matter of he made me feel seen and I couldn't help but feel comfortable with him.
A part of me keeps saying shut up. Another part of me is saying it wouldn't hurt to try since its all been a misunderstanding. Then that feels like that's too much.
How do you make and or keep adult friends that even though you're interested in talking, you can keep your cool by working things out.
Then the story ends snd I realize it feels good to get this off my mind. The guy I like honestly talked with me the whole time, we gazed at the stars/sky, I gamed here and there he would sing his country music/youtube documentaries. We sat in his room chatting while he played Skyrim for a bit, I snuggled up by his legs a bit after giving him a big hug. My heart was settled in nicely to a cool person.
Since I don't go out a lot there are a few things I've noticed with people I meet or had a friendship with, my heart rate. Where my mindset goes and especially how well I sleep matters in these circumstances. It was cool because others I've met has made every moment awkward.
So whether this journey continues or not will be out of sheer luck and me not texting him again. We kinda exchanged phone numbers too because again, we kinda said we would be going out on adventures here and there. All the while I was his babygirl.
So I don't know. I've said my peace.
No more paragraphs. Tired of chasing snd honestky, sitting on Tinder for no reason to make myself 'feel better' because its like oh well. Who would wanna stick around anyways? Delete the app after like 2 days to see how many bots or non-commital dudes are in the area and then try to get back to reality.
Funny how the last guy I kissed, we both had the same goal in mind. Mainly on how we didn't make it sexual but intimate with talking, vibing, and cuddling. I slept so sweet it was kind of a shock to me. Even if I turned in my sleep, he would turn right along with me and hold me closer. Vice versa aha he would snuggle back into me and hold me hand until he settled in.
I describe this because these are the cute fucking moments ever.
What gave him brownie points was not being primal like other guys have been. I get hot for gentlemen with a hint of rugged, sue me. I could go on and on about a 'type.' In short I am just at a loss of what comes next to not be labeled the 'psycho' used up slutty chick that's been single on purpose for 3 years because each time she goes on a 'date' and she is cool with her sexuality in the single world (for both consenting parties), then they decide to ghost her and say its her because they're busy after talking to you for a minimun of 2 weeks to a month or knowing them for years to have liked the person, you're too busy for them now.
Punk. Ass. Bitch.
Okay damn it, this is what gets people. Its the overload of attention, whether you give it a lot or not - find similar interests, blah blah and the week progresses. Next thing you know they're dropping hints how they are having first with you like you're this special case. You express how you don't always feel attractive and especially haven't been trying - sends picture. Oh you're cute. Exactly lol just cute.
I mean this in the best way because it was the conversations that made the date for me. We really seemed to click.
Should I be thinking about this guy since I'm single? No. Do I wish him harm? No.
Even whmith thinking he straight blocked me and saying that I hope karma kicks him in the ass, come to find out someone out there got his entire account under review. I apologized for the irony but of course made myself look worse because I'm good at that.
I am not meant to have romance nor communicate lol
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hankerydankery · 4 months
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Accidentally reblogged something about one of those minecraft youtuber SMPs
I'm sorry to anyone who saw
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gothboyangelsinner · 4 months
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I'm not angry anymore, well, sometimes I am
I don't think badly of you, well, sometimes I do
It depends on the day
the extent of all my worthless rage
I'm not angry anymore
I'm not bitter anymore, I'm syrupy sweet
I'll rot your teeth down to their core, If I'm really happy
It depends on the day, If I wake up in a giddy haze, well I'm not angry, i'm not totally angry
I'm not all that angry anymore
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immaculatasknight · 5 months
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A wise voice
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