Twaeggy - The World Is At My Feet And I Am Standing On The Ceiling

Frigg and Sigyn sitting down around the hearth fire to crochet and gossip

Sol and Idunn giggling in the kitchen baking apple pies decorated with pie crust suns

Freyja and Mordgud working out at the gym together as gal pals do

Sif and Sigyn trading parenting tips over coffee at the local coffee shop

Mordgud dragging Hel to go see the latest nerdy movie trending for an all female cast

Hel and Eir gently comforting Sigyn when time catches up with her and memories weigh her down

Eir making hot tea for all the goddesses for the weekly book club meeting

Frigg redecorating the homes of the other goddesses whenever the mood strikes and they’re willing

Sol and Jord out in the kitchen garden, tending to the herbs and poisons, as they are apt to do

Jord and Mordgud walking late into the twilight just to watch the stars come out and the sky to dance

just goddesses without boundaries doing what they do

i’m sick of these YA novels where the protagonist is ~the chosen one~

Pinnipeds (seals and sea lions) sometimes rotate themselves in a counterclockwise fashion in order to hypnotize predators or prey. So confused by the perfect upright circles, animals are quickly distracted and are unable to focus on anything else. 

"You’re a wizard Ali"

I miss when everyone on my dash listened to Welcome to Night Vale so there’s be a good chance that on any ole day someone would reblog a quote that would grab me by the throat and forcibly ascend me to a higher plane where I understood myself and the universe better and with more kindness but also a little spook

Zemo: Pop

Bucky: ???

Zemo: Six

Bucky: ...no.

Zemo: Squish

Bucky: No.

Zemo: Uh-uh

Bucky: NO.

Zemo: Cicero

Bucky: NO!!!

Zemo: Lipschitz

Bucky [voiceover]: Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.

burned lion primary + burned badger secondary (unhealthy badger performance) (bird model)

I’ve figured out my primary, I think. Burned Lion with Bird model and an unhealthy Badger model from my parents that I’m trying to drop. I think my secondary is pretty burned (neurodivergence and trauma) and I’m having the worst time figuring it out because I feel like I use bits of everything. I’ve tried looking at my childhood but I don’t have a great memory of it and I burned at some point in middle school or before so there’s not a lot to go on.

I do tend to jump into things quickly but my father always told me never to make decisions based on enthusiasm

Oooh, your dad’s not a Lion. I will be on the look out for some (Bird or Badger) models, especially since I know you’re carrying some unhealthy primary stuff from your parents.

I try to remember that. Especially because I’ve been hurt badly in the past by acting impulsively.

That can be a Lion secondary thing… but also a Lion primary thing. Depends on the circumstance.

Lion: I feel uncomfortable with lying and I’m not great at it. Twisting the truth to my advantage is safer than being caught in a lie. I remember that as a child, I looked up how to tell someone was lying so I could get better at it because it was too easy to tell when I was lying.

That is… super Bird actually. Kind of *adorably* bird. And if you’re neurodivergent, chances are that at the very least you model Bird secondary.

Sometimes I just really want to call someone out for being rude or a jerk but I just paste this friendly facade on because I don’t want people to think I’m an a-hole.

Actor Bird? Badger secondary performance?

But I did get into fights in middle school and there was a time my friend had to hold me back from getting in a screaming match with someone in NYC who called me a whore out of nowhere.

I mean, part of that is being young. There’s anger and aggression here, and sure it’s sort of Lion secondary flavored. But I lived in NYC too. Sometimes people just accuse you of being a shapeshifter or personally killing Biblical figures, out of the blue. It happens.

I used to love being controversial and edgy but now I’m too afraid of doing that or speaking my mind unless I really really know my audience. 

Being controversial and edgy for the sake of being controversial and edgy is also very *young.* And sure Lion secondary is possible, but I’m not forgetting about that Lion primary.

Bird: I collect cookbooks and love to study new languages. I’ll listen to podcasts on obscure topics I’m interested in and then run into the other room to tell my husband a cool fact I just learned.

Sounds like (at the very least) a fun Bird secondary model.

I don’t have a lot of people I can rely on for advice with my personal stuff (they just have very different lives or I don’t want to burden them) so I end up googling a lot of things instead of asking a friend.

Oh that’s interesting. You want to ask a friend, but you can’t. (Burnt Badger.) So INSTEAD you do a lot of research on your own (Bird model)

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“I don’t know if it’s legal, that my passport picture is actually me as Peggy Carter.”

What's the difference between asking for advice (Bird) and asking for help (Badger)? I see them as kind of the same, especially since a lot of my problems (medical stuff, writing, etc) aren't ones people can really directly help with. I usually ask for help/advice and then handle the actual task myself. If someone does offer to directly help, it's an unexpected bonus, like my friend offering to help get something from IKEA. I was just asking if she thought it would fit in my car.

There's some overlap, but it sounds like you're more on the Bird end of that Venn diagram.

"Do you think this would fit in my car?" -> asking for advice

"Will you come with me in your pickup?" -> asking for help

It's possible that you don't usually think of ways people can help you directly, because that's not how you usually do things! I can think of ways people might directly help with the writing process, for example (beta readers being the most common example of your friends/peers giving hands-on help), but there's actually a book I wanna dig up and quote for this so bear with me.

From Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

I’m friends with Brené Brown, the author of Daring Greatly and other works on human vulnerability. Brené writes wonderful books, but they don’t come easily for her. She sweats and struggles and suffers throughout the writing process, and always has. But recently, I introduced Brené to this idea that creativity is for tricksters, not for martyrs. It was an idea she’d never heard before. (As Brené explains: “Hey, I come from a background in academia, which is deeply entrenched in martyrdom. As in: ‘You must labor and suffer for years in solitude to produce work that only four people will ever read.’”)

But when Brené latched on to this idea of tricksterdom, she took a closer look at her own work habits and realized she’d been creating from far too dark and heavy a place within herself. She had already written several successful books, but all of them had been like a medieval road of trials for her—nothing but fear and anguish throughout the entire writing process. She’d never questioned any of this anguish, because she’d assumed it was all perfectly normal. After all, serious artists can only prove their merit through serious pain. Like so many creators before her, she had come to trust in that pain above all.

But when she tuned in to the possibility of writing from a place of trickster energy, she had a breakthrough. She realized that the act of writing itself was indeed genuinely difficult for her . . . but that storytelling was not. Brené is a captivating storyteller, and she loves public speaking. She’s a fourth-generation Texan who can string a tale like nobody’s business. She knew that when she spoke her ideas aloud, they flowed like a river. But when she tried to write those ideas down, they cramped up on her.

Then she figured out how to trick the process.

For her last book, Brené tried something new—a super-cunning trickster move of the highest order. She enlisted two trusted colleagues to join her at a beach house in Galveston to help her finish her book, which was under serious deadline.

She asked them to sit there on the couch and take detailed notes while she told them stories about the subject of her book. After each story, she would grab their notes, run into the other room, shut the door, and write down exactly what she had just told them, while they waited patiently in the living room. Thus, Brené was able to capture the natural tone of her own speaking voice on the page—much the way the poet Ruth Stone figured out how to capture poems as they moved through her. Then Brené would dash back into the living room and read aloud what she had just written. Her colleagues would help her to tease out the narrative even further, by asking her to explain herself with new anecdotes and stories, as again they took notes. And again Brené would grab those notes and go transcribe the stories.

Isn't that the most Badger secondary workflow you've ever heard? 😂

im posting this just to put it in my laugh rule tag because it was killing me eariler