Happy Febuary Everyone!

Poem first try

Blue or green Shadow or light Me or you All those question Without answers I thought easy But then it hit You hit You hit me hard It swifted me off my feets Now I lay here Staring at the sky Crying without knowing Breathing unnoticed Alive but not Death but not Being me Whatever that means

All ten of my followers are actually hostages I have tied up in an abandoned grain silo & am monologuing to

A lot of people focus on saying how strong you are. And they mean well. And sometimes it’s the reminder we need.

But sometimes… it’s the exact opposite of what we need to hear.

So, here’s a reminder if you need it. It’s okay to be weak. It’s okay to need to take a break. It’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to crumble. Your worth does not change. It’s okay if you don’t want to be strong. You are worthy whether you’re weak or strong.

Swan Queen Red String of fate, but with a twist. The basics are there, but that person might not be your soulmate. The idea is that you are supposed to learn something from this person. How do you know? Because one day the string is no longer there, but the next day is back, now leading you to someone else. How do you know when you've found the one? Don't wanna spoil the feels, so I'll DM the rest of my idea. POVs from both might be nice. OUaT canon ships will finally be actually useful.

Thanks a lot for the prompt! I’ll be uploading this particular fic in snippets, some of them shorter, some of them longer, scheduled to be added every day. I hope that is okay and that I paid @yaminoendo‘s prompt justice. Also, I’ll add read more’s for every snippet but the first one, so that the story doesn’t flood your dash all the time. That would be all - enjoy!

Regina had always been taught that the strings were weakness.

Cora was quite adamant about this. “Strings are bad luck,” she’d say, her voice even sharper than usual. “They are people’s excuse to go slacking off, which is why most of them will never reach greatness. We Millses aim to achieve something in this world. You, Regina, will achieve something. One day, you will be Queen, and you will reign unhindered by esoteric frills binding your fingers, is that understood?”

“Yes mother,” Regina would nod, and on rare occasions, Cora would smile at her. It was thin-lipped and hardly kind, but Regina’s childish heart lifted nonetheless. She would make mother proud. She would stop dreaming of soulmates, would stop playing with wool in a clumsy imitation of the magical strings.

She did well for almost sixteen years.

a [slightly late] birthday present for everyone’s favourite swarm of bees hiding inside a dog @inneskeeper

Everyone knows it's that time of year when many people feel compelled to set goals to alter their body and restrict their food. The pressure to be thin is everywhere---it's the water we swim in. If you want to take care of your body, I hope this is the year you learn more about weight-neutral approaches to health! The Health At Every Size movement and books by fat activist Aubrey Gordon are great places to start!

Some froggy affirmations for you🐸💚

(All available as stickers and such in my Redbubble shop✨)

curious about what's in store for you for 2023? :D

let AO3 decide!

(this is a random generator that will give you four (4) ao3 tags, so you know, warnings for what that usually entails)

YOUNG KUVIRA (The Promise p.2)

Sheesh! Can people please stop treating children like objects??? And having children for their own benefits instead of seeing it as what it is: a live long commitment to nurture, cherish and love a human person that is still their own entity!

CHILDREN ARE NOT OBJECTS!

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