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Lev at Evelynn

@elevlynn-peace

Just playing vidya games and being gay. 24, She/her 🏳️‍⚧️ Bisexual Mostly FFXIV and whatever my latest hyperfixation is.
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"DNI: freaks" do you realize how conservative you look

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freaks please interact

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this is the first time one of my posts has been tagged like this and out of all of them i think id be glad if this one got 100k. because firstly i need to find my fellow freaks but also we need to shame people who are anti-freak because like. why do you hate to live deliciously

Everyone who keeps saying shit like "Estinien can't stay in that armour for all of 7.0" or "he's gonna lose that dirty stick eventually it's been years" needs to go replay all of Heavensward and all of the Dragonsong patches and needs to go reread his short story and needs to go replay the StB DRG capstone quest because some of you have clearly missed out on literally all of his character arc.

Hell I'm just gonna spell it out for the haters.

THAT ARMOR WAS GIVEN TO HIM BY HRAESVELGR IN HONOR OF YSAYLE. HE LITERALLY NAMED IT ICEHEART. IT IS HIS CONNECTION TO HER MEMORY AND HOW HE HONORS HER (same as any of us who use the House Fortemps shield in our PLD glams for Haurche).

THE SPEAR MEANWHILE IS A LEGENDARY ARTIFACT, GAE BOLG, WHICH HE RENAMED "NIDHOGG." honestly his relationship with Nidhogg / the fact that he actually IS Nidhogg reborn in some sense is too damn complicated for one grumpy shit post.

ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige

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I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”

Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.

when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.

This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.

I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me

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I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.

GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.

the infantilization of color and decoration in the home is so bizarre to me- and such a new phenomenon

the world over, our ancestors painted their homes bright or deep or rich colors for centuries. they brought beautiful textiles into their living spaces, and made their utilitarian objects ornamented, or colorful, or shaped like whimsical things. in all cultures, at all class levels and ages, to the best of their ability. and we’re just supposed to throw away centuries of the basic human desire for beauty and visual interest because some asshole decided like 40 years ago that anything beyond a Pop of Color and an IKEA fake plant was “childish?”

fuck that

i would like to add to this wonderful post that this applies to stuffed animals/plushies too!! if you’re an adult/older teen and you still sleep with plushies, good for you!! i have about eight plushies that i sleep with, i’ve been doing it since i was an infant, fuck the press, and enjoy your giant pit of squishmallows.

I would sell my soul to be able to paint any of my rooms. Landlord Beige and Eggshell are the worst colors. To each their own but the fact that some people have the ability to make their house colorful and then don’t for the sake of like modern minimalism is just mindblowing to me

Theory of demon evolution

Oh that was when my demonic essence corrupted this anime girl and my horns and wings violently bursted out of her skin as her skeleton mutated. It was deemed too graphic to depict so the images were omitted :)

I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes. 

I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”