21 | Playing with the blackest queen | I don’t have a life
Are there any children who are “wise beyond their years” or “old souls” that aren’t a product of some kind of neglect or abuse? Because I’m thinking the answer to that is a big “no”.
I hate that these are considered high praise for children, too. As if the best thing a child could be is to not be a child. For God’s sake let children be children. Celebrate the fact that they are children.
not to mention that growing up rough or abused generally just makes you better at acting mature at best, and just.. fucking sadder-seeming at worst. and conflating either of those things with real maturity usually leads to bad management of mental health for the victim and potentially more abuse or pain. let kids be kids and know that the kids you think are more mature are still kids.
My roommate told me I was too young to be this cynical and jaded.
I almost laughed in his face. He was also astounded when I told him we didn’t always have food when I grew up or that “moving into my parents’ basement” wasn’t an option.
I always feel like such a spoiled little shit when I order my groceries online, like there’s some part of my brain that just rebels against the idea and wants to call it the height of lazy privilege, but honestly one of the most revolutionary things for my pain and mobility issues has been the ability to order groceries from an app on my phone and have them show up at my door 2-3 hours later. Sometimes within the hour if you want to pay extra for it.
Like god fuck and damn me I might be in too much pain to do much more than hobble to the kitchen some days, but at least there’s food in the kitchen if I can manage to make it there.
For everyone with chronic pain or acute agoraphobia, or any other issue that makes shopping difficult/impossible/torture, the return of grocery delivery is a blessing.
Yeah, I sometimes use it when I just don’t want to deal with Other People, but I’ve also used it to keep the grocery bill down because I’m not pulling the “ooh, that looks good” maneuver. It’s worse when I take Himself and The Spawn to the store with me.
But by using the delivery service, or even just the pick-up shopping option, you keep it viable for the folks in the area who Need the service.
It really is a return which so many people don’t seem to realize.
Grocery delivery options were the norm for quite a long time, with food co-operatives and grocers offering weekly deliveries of pantry staples, or if you knew you’d need something in advance but wanted to make sure it was as fresh as it could be, delivery on a designated day. My dad, meandering towards his 70s now, was a delivery boy from the ages of 13-16 when he became an apprentice to the butcher he used to run deliveries for. He used to cycle up and down the length of the West End of Glasgow, dropping off food deliveries door to door, and if he liked the person, picking up their groceries from other stores along the way.
The rise of personal cars, giant super markets, and yes, the home refrigerator, killed off this feature of grocery shopping. Until recently when it’s had a blessed resurgence, and I do mean actually blessed. There are days when I wouldn’t have had the energy to go out to the store and get food and would have subsequently had to go hungry until my able bodied partner finished his 10 hour work day and went to the store for me. And I am lucky that I have a partner who is able to do that. But not everyone is.
Which is why I think it’s such absolute bullshit when there’s posts going over my dash calling this kind of thing “peak privilege” because some people themselves are privileged enough that they can’t imagine not being able to get up and walk to the store to buy their food. Like that’s ultimately where the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach comes from. It’s thinking “well I’m just being lazy” cause other people are calling it that, which, no!
Some of us need these services! They enable us to live without further suffering and that’s vital!
And inevitably the same people saying this kind of thing will turn around and say “well I don’t mean you, obviously, I mean lazy/able bodied/
neurotypical
Susan” which no! You’re not getting it! This is infomercials all over again!
I don’t care if lazy able bodied, neurotypical Susan uses this service, because without the lazy, able bodied, neurotypical Susans creating a demand for this sort of thing, it wouldn’t be available! If this service existed only for disabled people, it would either cost ten times as much, or it wouldn’t exist! Gah!
Just let people live, and maybe think more carefully about the things you’re criticizing as lazy before you condemn them. Just because something is a luxury for one person, doesn’t mean it’s not a valid and vital necessity for someone else.
Which also doesn’t mean we can’t not talk about how the drivers doing these deliveries are underpaid and relying on tips to live. Like holy shit that is such a valid and necessary point to make and it should absolutely be taken seriously. But calling everyone who uses these services lazy or “problematic” is…uh, well I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, if you’re social activism doesn’t include people with disabilities, then you’re already failing.
I might give it a try, then. I have anxiety and panic issues, and right now they’re being exacerbated by hyperthyroidism. I’m always afraid that if I give myself too many “breaks,” I’ll get used to staying in, and going out will become increasingly more difficult. On the other hand, though, there are times when I feel awful for the rest of the day and on into the next after shopping trips. Maybe I could allot myself something like three grocery delivery days per month, so I’m only going to the store for quick trips? That could work. And, I feel better about it knowing that using it keeps it available for other people who have worse problems.
Just my own personal experience, as someone who also worried that I’d get “used” to not doing things anymore my tolerance for being outside would lessen? I actually go out more for fun. I’m able to go out and hang out with people, and be social, and have a life beyond “no sorry I can’t it’s a bad pain day…” because I had to constantly make the choice between “go grocery shopping” or “having a life beyond pain”.
I also get so much more work done and my productivity has skyrocketed.
I didn’t actually realize how much precious energy, both mental and physical, I was expending on just trying to live, until some of the burden was lifted. Now instead of spending 2-3 hours going to the grocery store on my own multiple times a week, hurting my shoulders, my wrists, my hips, mentally draining myself from being over stressed and just generally fucking up my fatigue (meaning I wouldn’t want to cook, meaning I wouldn’t eat, meaning I’d wake up feeling worse the next day and I’d start the recovery process only to start feeling vaguely human in time to start the whole process over again!), I actually get to spend time doing things for myself, whether it’s my bread and butter work, housework, or spending the day cooking so I have food for the rest of the week.
My desire to put myself through the ordeal of grocery shopping (on my own) has drastically fallen, but my ability to cope and do other things when necessary has risen. If getting groceries delivered to you 3 times a month would mean you had enough food and you could spend your time doing other things? That’s a valid form of self care.
(Y/N): Hey, Loki, could you please teach me magic?
Loki drink tea: What kind of magic do you wish to learn?
(Y/N): All of it.
Loki: That will be quite the challenge but I am willing to try. It will take no less than seven years-
(Y/N): I need to learn by next week.
Loki spitting out tea: Oh Hel no-
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AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting •I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music• I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing
WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midnight most days• I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors, not words
EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan• I have an excellent sense of time • My humour is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life
AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally
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Imagine Loki bringing you great hoards of food and drink from the local shop, seeing as you are terribly ill. It is only after you have consumed it all that one thought suddenly crosses your mind, seeing as he is the God of Mischief.
“Loki, how much of this is stolen?”
“None of it, who do you think I am?”
“Show me the receipt”
A sudden silence descends over the room.
Loki becomes very curious about a notebook the reader has.
———-
There had been a deep curiosity building up within the dark haired Asgardian for weeks now regarding you. Each time the two of you were in a room together, calmly enjoying each other’s silent company, you had taken out a small black notebook from your purse. Loki noticed how focused and furiously you scribbled in your notebook, your brow furrowing when there had been an obvious mistake with whatever you had been jotting down in it. At first, Loki could care less about what you did with your free time. Loki enjoyed reading and honing his seidr; you enjoyed burrowing yourself in the corner of the room, face deep in your notebook. There had been nothing out of the ordinary from two introverts.
What managed to get Loki’s interest was your reaction when you had supposedly lost said notebook. The panicked look on your face was obvious to Loki as you turned your apartment inside out looking for the small black notebook you had spent so many weeks writing in.
Loki had managed to find it hiding under your sofa, and calmly handed it to you without much thought. You yanked the notebook from the dark haired man’s grasp as if he had stolen a precious keepsake fron you.
“Did you look?” You asked in a huffing voice.
Loki was puzzled. “No? Why would I want to?”
“Oh, good. Just, I would rather prefer if you didn’t look inside it Loki.”
Admittedly, this perked up Loki’s curiosity and irritation. For one, there was a necessity to know what was inside your notebook now. And two, when someone tells Loki what not to do, there would be a likely chance he would do said thing.
It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for the trickster to have taken a peek out of your notebook. After all, there was always a desire for useful information; you’d never know when it could be useful, and especially now since you had made it obvious there was precious information in your small black notebook. Loki could easilly cast a simple illusion of your notebook and the actual copy for himself to peer into.
However, there was the issue that pulled Loki back from doing this. And it was you.
Whether you had believed it or not, Loki took into consideration your trust first of all. He had worked hard to not only gain the trust of his brother, Earth’s mightiest heroes, but yours as well. Loki didn’t need you to explain to him that there had been some sentiment to that notebook you held. And he dared to ask you if you could demonstrate it to him.
Regardless, Loki put this small obsession in the back of his mind.
It wasn’t till one late evening when some other wordly force made it possible for such to happen.
After reading for a couple of hours, Loki peeked towards you, deep asleep on your desk, head resting on one of your arms. Next to your snoozing head, your notebook, open and calling for the Asgardian’s gaze.
Loki battled against himself, knowing it wouldn’t be appropriate to look into your privacy. He knew better than anyone how awful it was when someone discovered something you had wanted to hide. But his gut instinct pulled him upwards, as he quietly stepped behind you, making sure you would not be disturbed.
What are you hiding little Midgardian?
Loki took in a look. It was an unfinished sketch. Of a man, a dark haired man. He inched in closer. His mouth opened slightly.
Loki placed his hand over his face, attempting to hide his quivering lips and reddened cheeks upon what he had discovered.
Dozens of sketches, carefully hatched and shaded of himself. Loki of Asgard. His front, his profile, his back, him reading, him standing, him with his signature helm and daggers. Next to some of these sketches, a few written words from you. Loki took a closer look and he carefully turned each page to inspect these words. His hands trembled slightly as he held a particular page.
No, these weren’t just words you had mindlessly jotted down.
These were poems, small poetry next to these images of him.
I caught a glimpse of a God,
He is shining and bright,
A gift of the Heavens.
Loki gulped as he turned the page.
The man in gold and green,
The man fallen from the sky
Won’t you look at me?
Another turned page.
Enchanted by your magic
You don’t realize?
You’ve taken me already.
Loki jolted back as soon as you moved your arm slightly. The Asgardian stood silently, taking in deep breaths as he looked at you continuing to sleep, unaware of anything.
Loki did not understand. He couldn’t comprehend the notion of you wanted to sketch him, write of him, and carry this with your practically everywhere. He couldn’t comprehend how you could have become so engrossed with someone like him. And he couldn’t comprehend why his heart would not stop beating out of his chest.
Usually Loki would have been more than glad to have someone recognize his greatness and status. There was nothing he liked more than to have his ego constantly stroke. But this? He was not prepared for and he couldn’t fathom the idea of being your source of inspiration. There was a mixture of feelings from the god.
There was irritation towards you in the sense that you had taken his image and had exposed him so vulnerably. There was a deep felt shame in that you had considered him as something better than he actually was. And there was essentially a much deeper happiness within Loki that he was the source of your thoughts and artistic interpretation.
For a brief second the Asgardian wanted to bring you in a deep kiss.
You had awoken, slowly opening your eyes to Loki, sitting across from you, sipping tea non-chalantly. You picked yourself up, stretching and yawning. You perked up however once you saw your notebook opened and plain in sight. You instinctively closed it and looked up at Loki.
“Sorry, I guess I got a little tired. You okay Loki?”
Loki nodded. “Quite well (y/n).”
—-
Summary: You never thought you would revisit your university years by giving Sesshomaru the gang cup ramen.
a/n: this is just fun, y’all. do not take it seriously. i have not sat and read through 150 pages of the inuyasha wikia or all 500 chapters of the manga to check if shit checks out. take it for what it is.
It was difficult to not wither beneath their inquisitive and awestruck stares as you ignited the burner and set a kettle atop of it. It was true, the design was foreign, considerably more technologically advanced than by just using flint and a tinder nest of dried leaves, or Jaken’s staff, but they still shared their similarities.
“So, well, the way this works is the kettle will whistle when the water is hot enough. It’s made from stainless steel, so you could always clobber a demon with it and barely put much of a dent.” You let your voice fade among the hiss and crackle of the fire, rummaging the contents of your bag. “Just, please don’t actually use it. That baby was not cheap.”
“Such a strange object with a unique shape, yet still has a purpose.” Jaken lauded the simple thing, circling a safe ring around the burner while his staff wagged in the air. “What a phenomenal piece of a work.”
“Why is he praising the tea kettle, but not the person to brought it?” you groused under your breath, lips jutting as you delved deeper into your bag for the innumerable packages you had stuffed inside. “Anyway, prepare for the best meal any of you have ever had in your lives.”
Anonymous asked:
thedevilwearsvibranium answered:
I’ve never written for Loki before (or even read anything with him) but I’ll give it a shot! ( I hope this is good I mean it’s done lol)
*Just before Thor: Ragnarok*
You walked into the Asgardian throne room. Your beautiful metallic, gold dress swirled around your feet and your heels clacked against the marble floor as you made your way further into large space. There was no occasion for wearing the dress, you just liked looking and feeling regal, like a queen. And Loki liked it too.
That’s who you were coming to see, for the god of mischief was sitting on the throne itself. At the moment he didn’t look like his usual self. He was disguised as his father, Odin, an older man with white hair and an eyepatch. He was nothing close to resembling Loki. But you knew it was ploy he had used to rule Asgard while everyone else thought the real him he was dead. You had to admit that you loved his cleverness.
When he eyed you, his eyes lit up. Without a second to waste, he dismissed everyone from the room, except you of course. Although a little confused, the occupants obeyed his orders. He was the king after all.
When the last person left he transformed back into himself. He became much taller an leaner. He was back to being the blue eyed porcelain god with raven hair, dressed in green and gold. It sent your heart aflutter.
He reached our a hand to you as you stepped up to the dais and you took it. He sat back on the throne and pulled you onto his lap. You happily obliged and gave him a tender kiss.
“I like this gown on you, my love. You look absolutely breathtaking,” he said while stroking the material.
“Well I hope so, I wore it for you,” you grinned. Gold was one of his favorite colors after all.
He chuckled and kissed your jaw. When he pulled back and looked at you, his eyes were troubled.
You frowned, “What is it?”
“I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
You ran you fingers through the ends of his hair, “Anything, darling.”
“I was thinking about hosting another party out in the courtyard, but this time I want to have a play for entertainment.”
You raised an intrigued eyebrow, “A play?”
“Yes, but I’m bored of the old Asgardian plays. I want something new. Do you have any brilliant ideas? You know how I love yours,” he kissed your neck and you hummed.
“Hmmm..well..”
You looked out into the large room, racking your brain for ideas. Loki was always a fan of the dramatic and you loved it. It gave you a chance to go all out and maybe even cause some trouble. The two of you were a mischievous duo and supported each other in whatever ambitions you had. Whether it was trying to gain power or throw parties for the hell of it.
Suddenly you got an idea and lit up like a Christmas tree.
“What if….you made it a tragedy?”
“Hmmm…”
“…About your quote, unquote ‘death’?”
He looked intrigued, “I’m listening.”
“You do a complete reenactment of your death, casting people to play both you and your brother Thor. It’ll be overdramatic, a real tear jerker.”
You paused.
“ And if you force everyone to watch, they’ll have no choice but to remember you - the real you - and mourn you, celebrate you even. I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?” you smirked.
He already had the statue of himself erected for all to see, so it wouldn’t hurt to drive the point forward. He was king, he could do what he wanted.
Loki’s lip curled into a mischievous smile. He leaned in until his lips were almost brushing yours.
“I love the way your foul little mind works,” he said.
“I know you do,” you whispered before kissing him again.
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Steve Rodgers, literally “Captain America”: god me too
