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• | Delaney | • just kinda... vibin

it’s like. i’m your older sister and i love you and i love your mom who has become my mom. i’m your little sister and i love you and i love my mom who is also your mom because i don’t know anything else.

i’m your older sister and our mom is gone and our dad is also gone but in a different way so now i’m your mom and the only way i know how to be that is by emulating the cheeriness our mom taught us. i’m your younger sister and you think i don’t understand what’s happening but i do i just don’t know how to stop it so i’ll make myself easy to cheer up.

i’m your older sister and there is so much wrong with me but the last time i tried to fix it i took you with me and i put you in danger so now i’ll just keep that part of me separate. i’m your younger sister and now i’m old enough to process the grief our mom left behind but i can’t do that because you never share any of your grief with me.

i’m your older sister and the person i could actually turn to for help is gone and i can’t muster up the energy to help you with your trauma so i’m shutting down. i’m your younger sister and i don’t know how to help you heal because you never taught me how so the best thing i can do is keep you from being responsible for my healing by making my trauma nonexistent.

i’m your older sister and being apart from you helped me grow into myself. i’m your younger sister and being apart from you left me stagnant.

i’m your older sister and i gave up everything for you and i’ll keep giving up everything for you i’ll throw myself off a bridge and leave behind the girl i just found and healed with just so i can keep you safe. i’m your younger sister and i’ll come after you.

i’m your older sister and now i know you don’t know how to exist without me and i can’t hate you for that but i don’t know what to do. i’m your younger sister and now that you exist without me i don’t know what to do and i can’t hate you for that but i do.

Good lord. How many fucking times?

No, Blake and Weiss weren't scared of Ruby because they thought she was going to hurt them. But they still got scared.

Like, you guys do remember that they both are abuse victims, right? Weiss had an abusive father and Blake had an abusive ex-boyfriend. So, obviously, Ruby yelling at their faces while moving her hands kind of triggered them because that's exactly how Jacques and Adam acted before hurting them or others. Obviously, they know Ruby isn't like them and they know she isn't going to hurt them—kind of like that time Yang snapped at Raven and Weiss flinched even if it wasn't directed at her—but that's not the point! It's just that Ruby screaming like that triggered them for a second, and that's why Weiss backed away like that and why Blake made herself smaller. They have never seen Ruby that upset before either, so they also don't know what to do.

Yang is Ruby's older sister. So she probably has seen Ruby like that before, and even if she hasn't-- she didn't have a parent or a romantic partner that got aggressive when they were upset and physically abused her. So, obviously, she isn't as affected as Weiss and Blake are. That's why she gets between Blake and Ruby, guys: she doesn't think Ruby is going to hurt Blake, my god. Yang is simply trying to redirect Ruby's anger toward her because she knows that she can take it better than Blake or Weiss can.

The fucking WAY yang steps in front of Blake is driving me INSANE. Not only does she step in the way, she reaches in using her *right* arm; the arm she lost, for Blake. She immediately puts herself between Blake and Ruby, but doesn't get violent.

Blake says "[Adam] told me not to worry. [...] this is all just very familiar. But you're not him." After the tournament. And this moment once again *proves* yang isn't like Adam. She didn't get aggressive. She separated them and doesn't yell, doesn't fight, as one might say she has the right to be. She just says "hey" in a stern tone.

And Blake, implicitly, trusts her to protect her, even from Yangs own sister. She doesn't really fight Ruby, yes she looks ashamed, but she doesn't get defensive. She trust yang to handle it and it FUCKING MAKES ME NUTS.

What drives me absolutely fucking insane about the confession scene is that they're BOTH on bridges. One isn't ready and waiting for the other, they're both suspended in the unknown. Even when one speaks, it only adds planks to their own side, it doesn't force the other to speak if they don't want to. Even if one does all the speaking being vulnerable, it doesnt work because the other is still in the unknown.

When Blake says "I think you're an extraordinary person" and Yang says "I like how you've never been intimidated by me" they say it because they're TRYING to reach each other. They're not trying to save THEMSELVES, they're just trying to REACH each other because that matters more. And the whole time it's "*We* need to get to that platform" and "how do *we* take the next step" they're in tandem!!!! They're on the same page and it took forever but they are!!!!!!

That's what drives me the craziest. They're in lockstep. After so long of Blake leaving, of two clashing personalities that eventually blossomed into a friendship that had feelings hiding in the dark, they're in lockstep now. I need to lay down oh my god.

it always hit u out of nowhere it's just like. Sasuke and Naruto were in love. And every single time ur like 'woah.... they were in love..... ' and then you're set on fire with the heat of a million suns

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Anonymous asked:

just so you know 'jfc' (which you use in a lot of the tags on your posts) is an abbreviation for jesus fucking christ and you probably shouldnt use it if ur not a christian

I can't believe I read this with my own two eyes

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I came back to Tumblr just see this train wreck goodbye forever

My favorite tumblr aesthetic/community is the "their is no greater symbol of love, friendship, and the human experience than oranges" side of tumblr

I better get proposed too with an orange.

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this is enough. for me, this is enough.
there is a soft bed, and there are soft blankets. it's big enough for me, and any animal who shares my home. the walls are blue and white, and maybe some of them are green. there are many empty bookshelves, because i can never be bothered to put the books back on their shelves. there is a kitchen with a warm yellow light, and there are bowls of pet food on the floor. there is a room that smells of paint, and half-finished paintings line the walls. there is a well-worn sofa, where i laugh with the people who love me. there is a black cat with white paws that sleeps on my pillow, and three dogs who sleep on the rest of the bed. there are no sharp edges, no hard noises. it is safe. we are safe.
your hand is in mine, and we are safe. this is enough. for me, this is enough.

[A printout of "To Esme, With love and Squalor", the text beginning in the right hand column and an angry message scratched out in red ink on the left hand, previously blank, colum. Words are scribbled at the top that were later crossed out. The date "1/3/2021" lies at the top, next to an unreadable name. Barely legible words lie in handwriting that looks deliberate, as if each movement of the pen was a well thought out act]

I swear to God,

One of these days I'm going to be okay forever

Maybe not tomorrow or the next day or the day after that

But the fire of my circumstance will birth me anew

[Underlined and traced over several times, as if the author was stuck on the line] I swear.

I don't care how many times I must break my own fragile heart open.

I will know love.

I will prevail.

[Written now in blue ink, and underlined several times as if the author hyperfocused on this line once more]

I will be okay.