gentle things in life

me: yeah idk i dont really care for romance-centric movies, they tend to be boring and unrelatable

The Shape of Water (2017) by Guillermo del Toro: has sexey fishman, who looks like a cross between abe sapien and thane from mass effect. also protagonist is mute lady who teaches fishman asl and they fall in love and escape from a tropey research facility? doug jones plays fishman ?

me: 

anonymous asked:

Jeffmads Headcanon: Thomas literally will let James do anything to his hair if it makes James feel better

James is sick again. Not the kind of sick that means he can’t move, can’t breathe; the kind that lands him in hospital, the kind that has Thomas worrying for days on end.

No, it’s the kind of sickness that turns James into a miserable, sniffling blanket burrito of a man that doesn’t leave his bed for a week, hopped up on Nyquil and binging House of Cards on Netflix (while simultaneously pointing out all of its political inaccuracies). The kind of sickness that means he won’t feed himself or sleep, so Thomas has to force him to eat something and at least take his meds.

Thomas can’t stand to see him like this - James’s immune system has never been kind to him, and he has never been able to stop worrying about his Jemmy when he’s ill. He’s seen how bad it can get after a particularly bad flu strain five years ago that had landed him on a ventilator in the hospital, and he just can’t go back to feeling that helpless so he does what he has to – which normally involves camping out in Jemmy’s living room until the worst has passed.

Other people would probably say that Thomas  is too much of a mother hen to James when he’s unwell, but Thomas will staunchly deny the fact. The truth is that he’ll let Jemmy get away with almost anything if it makes him feel better. He knows that Jemmy likes to keep busy, and tends to get fidgety when he has nothing to do. He’d found this out the hard way after falling asleep on the sofa one day and waking up four hours later with his hair plaited together in tiny little braids all over his head. It had been a pain to take out all the braids and get his hair back to normal, but James seemed so relaxed afterwards that he almost didn’t mind at all.

So now Thomas indulges James, lets him do whatever he wants to his hair when he’s sick. He’s content to sit for hours on end while Jemmy twists and turns and braids his hair, running the ringlets between his fingers. Today he’s sitting on the floor in front of the sofa while James fiddles with his wild locks; he knows this makes him calm, takes his mind off the fact he feels miserable and his immune system has royally fucked him over.

He’s always gentle, Thomas thinks as his friend carefully styles his hair back into french braids, and he’ll never tell anyone this but he actually doesn’t hate the way he’s the one person Jemmy leans on when he’s ill. He’ll never tell anyone that he shivers, warmth bubbling up inside him as James’s fingers graze the nape of his neck or the tender spot just behind his right ear. He’ll never tell how he just wants to scoop Jemmy up in his arms and cuddle the shit out of him - blanket burrito and all - when he’s feeling unwell; and he’ll never share that in the darkness he imagines how he might kiss; would their lips slotting together be like a fire lit from within, or like coming home at the end of a long day?

No, Thomas thinks. He’ll never tell. He’s content to stay in this moment for now, with his best friends’ fingers meticulously combing through his curls, smoothing out the tangles. He’d gladly sit here for hours more. He’d gladly sit here forever.

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OOPS I’M SORRY THIS WAS GOING TO BE CUTE AND TURNED INTO THE MOST OBVIOUS LONGING FROM THOMAS I APOLOGISE. 

If You’re Having a Rough Day...

Try and think of these things: 

  • Art
  • Writing

  • Anime

  • TV

  • Computers

  • Social Media

  • Friends

  • Watermelon 

  • Rice

  • Sweet foods

  • Salty foods

  • FOOD

  • Pizza

  • cosplaying

  • fandoms

  • fanfics

  • supernatural 

  • books

  • reading

  • worn out pages

  • music

  • bubbles

  • sunsets

  • oceans

  • fish

  • conventions

  • making things

  • rain

  • thunder storms

  • warm rain 

  • pink skies

  • painting

  • drawing

  • sketching

  • texting

  • laughing

  • long car rides

  • people who understand

  • everyone listening

  • hearing stories

  • new places

  • tattoos

  • dyed hair

  • waves

  • pools

  • forests

  • fireflies

  • snakes

  • cats

  • animals in general 

  • walking at night 

  • stars

  • night skies

  • origami 

  • concerts

  • finding the right word for something

  • lying on the floor

  • OC’s 

  • finished products 

  • picnics

  • windy days with sunshine

  • day after it rains

  • wet grass

  • tall grass

  • freshly cut grass

  • climbable trees

  • flowers

  • birds 

  • flying

  • fancy dinners

  • talking

  • “Aesthetic” 

  • Neat Handwriting

  • The number 3

  • Tea 

  • Honey

  • the smell of cookies

  • rainbows

  • peeling dead skin/glue off your skin 

  • perfect comebacks

  • long showers

  • bubble baths

  • thinking

  • people liking your ideas

  • Notes on Tumblr

  • New followers

  • People talking to me 

  • New Friends

  • Old Friends

  • feathers

  • the beach at Lake Eerie 

  • soft sand

  • doodles in notebooks

  • filled notebooks

  • perfectly copied notes

  • acing a test 

  • getting A’s 

  • going out with friends

  • sand dollars

  • clear ocean waters

  • cotton candy

  • festivals 

  • movies with friends

  • empty movie theaters

  • Netflix 

  • Perfect signatures

  • Drinking hot chocolate during a blizzard

  • Christmas break

  • Warm blankets

  • Hugs

  • Bridges 

  • Graffiti 

  • Spelling word correctly 

  • Sea cliffs 

  • natural pools

  • getting answers correct

  • patterns

  • blue eyes 

  • green eyes 

  • eyes 

  • clouds

  • bus rides

  • laying down in the back seat

  • beanies

  • memories

  • leaf piles

  • perfect red leaves

  • complements

  • slamming lockers

  • clay 

  • bare feet in the summer

  • wind through the trees

  • whiteboards

  • solving complex math equations right the first time

  • science labs

  • creative writing

  • organized clutter

  • Studio Ghibli

  • Going out to eat for no reason

  • writing prompts 

  • irony/sarcasm 

  • black hair

  • freckles

  • Mythical Creatures

  • Ancient legends

  • Modern legends

  • fiction 

  • fire 

  • fireworks

  • firecrackers

  • S’mores

  • Cakes

  • Singing alone

  • guitar

  • Band

  • Calligraphy Pens

  • Black ink 

  • Emoji’s 

  • The pride flag

  • randomly cosplaying in public

  • origami stars

  • smooth stones

  • sea glass

  • AU’s 

  • Headcanons

  • ships 

  • OTP 

  • unused planners

  • tearing paper

  • foggy days

  • poetry

  • wooden beads

  • sprinklers

  • flower crowns

  • perfectly winged eyeliner

  • soft paintbrushes

  • wiping away a thick layer of dust 

  • small fonts/words

  • comfortable silence

  • zoning out 

  • roller coasters

  • video games

  • people’s reactions

  • people watching 

  • Cafe’s 

  • Coffee

  • Facial Expressions

  • random quotes

  • empty bullet shells

  • late nights

  • late mornings

  • dreams

  • no alarms

  • miniature things

  • mechanical things

  • Rube Goldberg Machines

  • thrift shops 

  • weird shops

  • finding random things 

  • things that remind you of other people

  • finding coins on the ground

  • stacks of 1 dollar bills

  • unused erasers

  • sharpened pencils

  • used paint pallets

  • paint swatches

  • minty blue/green 

  • gray and purple

  • pale pink 

  • pastels 

  • neons

  • large hoodies

  • graphic t-shirts 

  • skinny jeans

  • converse

  • muddy shoes

  • perfectly tied bows/laces

  • nail art

  • clothes of of the dryer

  • minimalist designs

  • modern houses

  • stained glass

  • open spaces

  • rolling down hills

  • laying in the grass

  • the moon

  • crunching of snow

  • waking up to an empty house 

  • blaring music

  • sleeping peacefully

  • when plans work out

  • drawing hands correctly

  • Cartoons/comic strips

  • no writers block 

  • saying what I think without complications

  • Speaking clearly

  • getting people to laugh

  • fanart

  • perfect lockscreens

  • Pinterest

  • Character development

  • someone texting first

  • Being useful 

  • Summer breaks

  • Weekends

  • Lazy days

  • photo albums

  • good selfies 

  • filters

  • glass jars

  • wine bottles 

  • champagne glasses

  • glitter

  • cracking knuckles 

  • bubble wrap 

  • cats sleeping on you 

  • humane society

  • pianos 

  • raindrops on car windows

  • drawing on things your not supposed to draw on 

  •  new whiteboard markers

  • making long lists

  • color coding things

  • sticky notes

  • standing on a slightly elevated podium in a crowd

  • piggy back rides

  • dandelions

  • color pallets

  • bendy straws


Well… that’s a long list…. 

WHAT MAKES THE SIGNS HAPPY
  • Aries: Challenges, taking risks, winning a bet, winning an argument, winning anything, competition, coming first in everything, excitement and adrenaline, being admired, being liked, having freedom to do whatever they like, feeling in control of their life, feeling like they have the world at their fingertips, spontaneity, adventure, an uncomplicated life.
  • Taurus: A peaceful life, relaxation, tranquility, time to think things over, reliability, stability, dependability, having someone they know they can trust, working with your hands, being hands-on, taking things slow, good music, comfort food, luxury, beautiful surroundings, all of the good things in life, being in love.
  • Gemini: Conversation, reading, writing, talking, being listened to, imagination, solving problems, playfulness, youthfulness, people with a sense of humor, being entertained, feeling curious, being told that you're interesting, being told that you're well-liked, variety, novelty, change, multi-tasking, light-heartedness, people who can have a good time.
  • Cancer: Being told that you are appreciated, being told that you are loved and cared for, nurturing and helping others, depending on people loyal to you, revisiting an old friend, your family reaching out for you, the past, nostalgia, reading about historical figures, feeling safe, staying home, having a private sanctuary, soft kisses, warm hugs.
  • Leo: Beauty, flattery, compliments, being the star of a show, receiving all the attention you'd like, extravagance, glamour, bright and bold colors, giving advice, playing the hero/heroine, protecting loved ones, loyalty, flirting and romance, being the best possible, having the best possible.
  • Virgo: Being acknowledged as intelligent, being told that you are helpful, having someone notice things that seem effortless but really aren't, self-improvement, positive mantras, the concept of perfection, down-to-earth people, clean sheets, fresh scents, good books, deep thinking, the feeling of being understood, someone acknowledging your effort and hard work.
  • Libra: Smoothing things over, living a laid-back life, avoiding drama, harmony between everyone, peace and quiet, relationships, romantic movies, being in love, playing the devil's advocate, picking arguments for fun, honesty, gentleness, kindness, beauty, the finer things in life, large parties, being respected instead of underestimated.
  • Scorpio: Having someone that you can trust, having someone that you can tell all your secrets to, loyalty, devotion, sarcasm, discovering hidden things, late nights out, figuring out how other people work, psychology, kindness, softness, challenges, one-upmanship, being right, truthfulness, personal privacy, faithfulness.
  • Sagittarius: Exploring, going on an adventure, unplanned events, spontaneous joy, seeing the bigger picture, a philosophical point of view, travel, people who like to laugh, friendliness, fun and energy, easy-going people, having big dreams, forgiveness, honesty, being direct and to the point.
  • Capricorn: Being respected, having status, being an authority, being known as the mature one, being known as the reliable one, being in control of your life, solid relationships, organization, having ambition, personal space, persistence, constantly improving yourself, having independence, holding responsibility.
  • Aquarius: Individuality, being recognized as unique, being recognized as special, being one of a kind, living life only to your own standards, being unconventional, listening to others, thoughtful people, having deep conversations, new ideas, new concepts, new trends, spending time alone, dreaming about changing the world.
  • Pisces: Imagination, things that inspire them- art, cinema, literature, history, music, dreaming about being someone larger than life, solitude, having time alone to think, empathy, compassion, people who understand them without further explanation, people who can read between the lines, creativity, having no rules, having no restrictions, living a life where they have no boundaries.
Transparant Crystalline Solid (3)

Bucky Barnes x (enhanced)Reader

Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.

A/N: All new! I had inspiration slap me straight across the face, and here we are! This one might hurt a little, but y’all know me, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

Summary: Bucky has charm, looks, a great smile, and he knows how to talk to a lady. The thing is, he does know it. Bucky’s a womaniser, there’s no doubt about it. But when he lays eyes upon the newest addition to the team, he might’ve found a reason to change his ways. Unfortunately, he knows he’s a coward, and he knows change isn’t easy. Lying.. is so much easier.

Ice: frozen water, a brittle transparent crystalline solid.

Originally posted by daniel-wellington


Within minutes the living room is crowded, everyone sitting at their usual spots, which somehow formed in harmony amongst everyone. Tony is in his chair, Pepper on one of the armrests, Steve is in one corner of the couch, Natasha next to him, Wanda next to her, Vision ending the row on the other end of the couch. Clint is perched up on one of the beams hanging from the ceiling -which Tony denies placing there for him especially- Sam sitting with Maria on the ‘love seat’, Bruce alone in a recliner resembling Tony’s. Bucky himself is on the window-seat, staring at the team, a bunch of misfits, really, wondering how it al became so harmonious.

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Prythian Court Tango

Rhysand:

And now the 5 merry murderesses of the Inner Circle

in their rendition of the Prythian Court Tango 

Amren:

Glare!

Mor:

Bow!

Nesta:

Promise!

Elain:

Uh Uh 

Feyre:

Prythian!

Rhysand:

Welcome!

All:

He had it coming

He had It coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d have seen it

Feyre:

I betcha you would have done the same!

Amren:

Glare!

Mor:

Bow! 

Nesta:

Promise!

Elain:

Uh Uh

Feyre:

Prythian! 

Rhysand:

Welcome!


Amren:

You know how people

Have these little habits

That get you down. Like Varian,

Varian liked to stare at me.

No, not stare. Glare.

So I went to the Summer Court one day,

And I’m pretty irritated,

and I’m looking for a little bit of blood,

and there’s Varian layin’

on the balcony, drinking something not wine

and starin’. No, not starin’

Glarin. So I said to him,

I said “You glare at me one more time…”

And he did.

So I pocketed my pearl necklace

And I wrecked the building

…And blamed it on Cassian

All:

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d had seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Mor:

I organise my life in two parts

Before Keir and, After Keir

He was my father

He sold me off right away…

But, I refused his game

He’d go to work, he’d come home, I’d mix

Him a drink. We’d have dinner.

And then he did it.

“Daughter?” he told me

Daughter, my ass. Not only

Was he selling and nailing me off,

Oh no, I was going to the Autumn Court

One of those ass-kissers you know. So that night,

When I came back alive, I fixed him his drink,

As usual

You know, when the Night Court Queen offers her steward a drink.

All:

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d had seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!


Nesta:

Now I’m standing in the Throne Room

Kidnapped next to Elain,

screaming to get out

And in I go, to the Cauldron

In an idiotic rage

“Filthy humans, we’re doing you a favour”

They say. They were crazy

And they kept screamin’

“We’re doing you a favour”

And then I raise my finger to Hybern…

And gave him a promise.

All:

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d had been there

If you’d had seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Elain:

The gentle grower of things,

I never asked for this life,

All I wanted was a garden,

To grow my roses, and lavenders

I had Nesta by my side, and my father also

I was engaged,

But then that fell through

He told me I was a criminal.

That I wanted to be fae.

Hybern:

Yeah, but did you?

Elain:

Uh uh, Not Guilty!!

Feyre:

Back at the Spring Court,

I had this double act,

And my ‘husband’ Tamlin

Followed me around the Spring Court

Now for my last number in my betrayal,

The element of ‘surprise’ was a must

One, Two, Three, Four, Five… fire, water wolves,

Misting, Darkness,

One right after the other

Well this one night we all were in the Spring Court mansion

The Three of us [Ianthe, Tamlin, and I]

Boozin’ and

Havin a few laughs

When we run out of ice.

So I try to summon some in the kitchen

I come back, Open the door

And there’s Ianthe and Tamlin doing Number Seventeen:

The spread eagle

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.

All:

They had it coming

They had it coming

They  had it coming all along

I didn’t do it

But if I’d done it

How could you tell me that I was wrong?

little things // shawn mendes

it was the little things. the little things in life were what truly made you glad. gentle hands, soft eyes, nervous smiles, messy hair, drowsy appearances, and the likes of such simple notions.

you turned your head with tired eyes to face shawn. his face was pale with a red-pink tint to his cheeks, almost like he was blushing. his lips were a light shade of pink and slightly chapped and his hair was a massive mess of curls distributed about his head. a pleasant smile crept to your lips with the inevitable thought of just how adorable he looked. a faint giggle slipped from your mouth and it only took a while for his eyes to gradually and briefly half open. he stared at you through hooded lids and closed them, smiling too.

“hm, come here,” he tiredly croaked, and so you leaned in closer to him. you couldn’t help but silently laugh at his deep and raspy morning voice. the two of you just lay there in silence, both still smiling. you repositioned yourself, your back now facing him. the sun peaked through the wide bedroom window, spilling a glowing yellow on the bed’s white sheets and over you and shawn. all you saw was a light red when you closed your eyes, but you didn’t mind it much.

shawn gently wrapped his arm around you, holding you closer, his bare chest against your back. he was warm. he wiggled his other arm under your side with some ease, and you intertwined your quite small fingers in his rather large ones. your heart beat loudly with life, and you could feel shawn’s heart beat hard and slow. love, it’s the best emotion.

it was 11:32am. neither of you cared. you were both together, alone, just you and shawn, and it was a beautiful moment while it lasted. you two forgot about the world, about everything going on. you both had each other, and that’s all you two really needed. he didn’t care if he would be late to his afternoon studio session, and you didn’t care if you missed your writer’s panel interview. you and shawn had been too many miles away from each other for nearly two months now, and this was how you and shawn reconciled and made up for that lost time.

shawn knows you love the little simple things. this was one of them.

anonymous asked:

Long time fan of the books, I originally shipped J+D, but I became converted to the House of Jonsa after S6. I realized Jon needs a wife/maternal figure, someone who would mend his shirts but also support and encourage him as he constantly doubts himself. Dany is the mother of dragons and I just cant see how she could fulfill that for him.

This Nonny. So much this. 👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻

Jon’s spent almost his entire life fighting when all he’s ever really wanted is to settle down and have a family of his own -where he could satisfy all the things missing in his upbringing. That’s not to say that most of his “adopted” family didn’t show him love or kindness, but something he longed for most was the absent mother in his life -which Catelyn could never be. (This also explains his affinity to redheads).

I try not to be too hard on Cateyln for this. I don’t think it was Jon so much that she resented, but what he represented. Many men have flings, and especially during war. How many of them bring their bastard children home with them? In Catelyn’s eyes, she must have seen it that Ned was in love with Jon’s mother, and I truly believe that’s where her hurt and resentment came from.

But back to the topic …. Sansa would be so much of those things. She’s soft and gentle, and in many ways she represents the things lacking in Jon’s life for so long. Jon doesn’t want to be conquered -he wants someone to stand on equal ground with him. Someone who challenges his doubts, yet soothes his insecurities. Sansa would be all that and more -due to her maternal nature …she may not inspire men to kill for her, but she inspires them to be better men, and that’s important Nonny.

Jonsa is endgame. ❤️

itstenafterfour  asked:

10, 12, 18, 24! please!!! also congrats on 500, you deserve it <3

Thanks @itstenafterfour here are the OTP questions. Hope you enjoy. Hope to get through some more requests tomorrow night.

10. Which one sings and which one dances?

He swings around the lounge the sound of her voice filling their small apartment. The small child in his arms laughs and squeals at his exaggerated movements. He dips her low before lifting her up in the air, another round of her laughter filling the room. Betty continues to sing, despite almost falling into a fit of giggles herself at the sight of the two of them in their pyjamas dancing along to her singing and the background music of the radio. He dips her head and she is giggling hysterically. He mouths the words, not wanting to ruin the song with his own tone deaf voice. She watches on from the kitchen her heart melting at the sight of her husband Jughead Jones dancing with their 2 year old daughter around the lounge while she sings along with the radio. Her daughter comes running over to her, before dragging her over to him insisting that it is her turn now, and he takes her hand in his own before pulling her close as they waltz in the small space, the only real dancing he knows, ingrained in him from their wedding as Evie continues to dance on her own around them, twirling and bowing with her teddy bear.

12. Which one cries more during movies?

“Please don’t tell anyone.” He said sniffing, as she handed him a box of tissues.

“I think it’s sweet, your so sensitive.” She said reassuring, wrapping her arms around him.

“It’s stupid I know it’s stupid but it’s just.” The images on the screen continued to play, highlighting his face, eyes swollen and puffy, cheeks wet with tears.

“I know.” She ran her hand up his cheek, brushing away his tears.

“I mean.” He breathed deeply, thinking about the scene was about to set him off again. “It’s his dad, and he thinks it’s his fault, but it’s not.” He gave another loud sniff.

“The Lion King is going on the list isn’t it.” She got out her notebook and pen, flipping to a page and writing the title of the film they were watching.

“I mean what kind of person thinks this is okay for kids.” He choked out. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms tightly around him snuggling into his chest. They had started the ‘never again’ list after watching My Girl, that one had had him sobbing, after he had tried to hold back his tears, grasping her hand so tightly. She had warned him about this one and he had insisted that he could handle it, it was a kids cartoon after all. She put the notebook away again and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry Juggie. Your secret is safe with me.”

18. Which one rides the shopping cart out of the store?

“You have seriously never done it?” He asked her, his voice disbelieving.

“Do I look like someone who would do something like that?” She responded as if he had forgotten who her mother was. No way would she have let Betty Cooper ride the shopping cart out of the store.

“I suppose not.”

“But I am totally up for it.” She said her smile beaming. “I mean we are leaving tomorrow for college. Why not?” Her smile was contagious and he nodded his head eagerly. So they stood at the register, the shopping for their road trip loaded into the trolley. Giving each other conspiratorial looks, before giggling to themselves like a pair of mischievous children. The shopping attendant paid them no attention and Betty handed them her card paying for their supplies. They were now at the exit and she felt a wave of nervousness hit her. She could hear her mother’s voice in her head, it was not becoming of a lady, she could fall, she pushed that voice away as she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Ready?” He asked and she nodded her head. She took a deep breath as she pulled back the shopping trolley and then pushed it forward sharply placing a foot on each side of the trolley just above the back wheels, holding on as the momentum pushed her and the trolley forward. She let out a loud laugh as she and the trolley flew towards the exit, Jughead was laughing too trailing behind her.

24. Who is the most affectionate?

He needs to hold her, all the time, needs to show her how much she means to him. He doesn’t care about the looks from the others as her wraps his arm protectively around her. How he moves to nuzzle into her neck at their booth at Pop’s breathing in a scent that is deliciously Betty. After the arguments, the words he has thrown at her he needs to show her that he is sorry, that he needs her. After Homecoming he had been a mess, he had said words to her that he couldn’t take back no matter how much he wanted to. She had stuck there taking each one, each leaving their mark on her, each word making her press just a little bit harder into her palms, bite her lip a little bit deeper, the tears in her eyes rising to the surface. And all she said was sorry, all she wanted was his forgiveness. The stab of guilt he had felt when Archie and Veronica told him that she had nothing to do with their plan, that she had vowed never to speak to either of them ever again, made him feel sick. He would spend his life making things up to her with gentle kisses, hands clasped under tables, arms wrapped around her body as she slumbered. He would show her everyday, how sorry he was.

have you noticed all the good things in life come from women? warmth, love, safety, gentleness, care, friendships, homes, fulfillment, joy, happiness, support, understanding, depth, creativity, generosity, humor, adoration, consideration, fun, empathy, sincerity, pleasure, love, children, often even meals and clean space and clothing and hugs and affection and meaning, women have been giving all this to the world every day of their lives while men kept claiming that one day they will fight an imaginary monster and then they started wars

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Marriage: What the Fuck Does It Mean and How the Hell Will I Know If I'm Ready?

We’ve gotten a lot of questions lately about marriage and since The Sudden Adult and I have never been married (to each other or otherwise), I reached out to my good friend, The Northwest Adult, and asked her to write a post for me. So here is our first guest post! This is so exciting. Everything behind the cut is written by The Northwest Adult.

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Pitchfork: I know you’re interested in visions and dreams, and that you sometimes record other people’s visions and dreams for your montage pieces. Do you remember many of your own?

Jeff: I did have a vision about a year ago that had an impact on me.

Pitchfork: What was it?

Jeff: Well, I was lying in bed slowly coming out of sleeping, and this voice in my head told me to go back in; to not quite wake up yet, but just to stay in that in-between place. So I did. I slipped back down and stayed in the halfway point. Then I was standing on the ocean. I saw a blur come around, from my right side to my left. It was a hand putting something next to me. When I looked closer I saw that what the hand had put there was a little sea turtle. I looked up to see who had put it there, and there was this mulatto boy looking at me, smiling. I picked up the sea turtle and put in my hand and it turned into a butterfly. And then it turned into a black spider. It kept turning into a butterfly, a spider, a butterfly, a spider. It would pulsate between the two. I put my hands around it to grasp it and blood ran out of my hands and fell into the sand. Then as I let go of it, the blood rose up from the sand and turned again into the butterfly/spider. It hovered about a foot above my hand, and turned into a little ball of light. So that whole sequence repeated two or three times: it would land back in my hand, turn into a creature, and when I tried to hold it, it would crush again into blood, and when I would let go the blood would rise back up and turn into a ball of light.

Pitchfork: Do you know what it means?

Jeff: Yes, I pretty much understood it right away. I didn’t have to analyze it afterwards. The butterfly and the spider represented two opposing sides: all the things that I love and consider to be beautiful and gentle and wonderful, and all the things that threaten me… the things about life that I can’t come to terms with because they don’t fit into my nice, happy picture of the way I want the world to be. It kept morphing back and forth to show me that they’re both one and the same; they’re dependent on one another to exist. When I tried to grasp at either what I love or what I hate, I destroyed the very ability of being able to really penetrate the essence of either. By trying to understand it, I would just crush it. But when I let go and let it be what it was, it would turn into light to show me that both sides come from the same source. I think the vision was trying to tell me to just live and be joyful and stop creating these internal wars over all the pain that is within myself and that I see all around me. That’s how I interpret it.

Pitchfork: Does your music stem from dreams and visions sometimes?

Jeff: Yes. I spend a lot of time practicing active imagination before I go to sleep. What I’m feeling will manifest as images through active imagination. And then I go to sleep and those play out even more in my dreams.

Pitchfork: What is “active imagination”?

Jeff: It’s a Carl Jung term. It’s sort of staying in that place between sleeping and waking. Just allowing your mind to completely begin to flow with images. Allowing it to become whatever it becomes. You know, you go to bed filled with worries and thoughts, caught up in that everyday kind of thing. With this, you try to concentrate on what you think is really important, or some type of interesting or mysterious image, and then allow your imagination to become like a stream. You can let the stream go, and just observe it to see what happens.

I’ve always been interested in recording other people’s dreams. A lot of people are. You heard the montage piece. I’m trying to create a dream world with the montage. It’s like when you look at a Dada or surrealist montage– I just love taking fragments from everyday reality and recombining them. Everything in the natural world is so amazing, but because we’re used to seeing it in one way we take it for granted. We can see an anthill or a roach or a flower or anything, but we have this frame where our mind recognizes an anthill and then moves on, without taking the opportunity to have the sense of awe that we could have if we really looked at it. The montage is about taking pieces of reality and rearranging them– creating new frames to make you have to stop and look at things in a fresh way. It’s basically taking pieces of everyday reality and rearranging them to show people the magic that is inherent in all of these things already.

Neutral Milk Hotel interview - FEBRUARY 1 2002 - Pitchfork

A blissed out creature in her hammock. It’s the simple things in life… 😋✨💓🌈 ::: Gentle reminder that we are the creators of our reality in each moment. We are the weavers of our life. Always… I love you all so much & wishing a blessed Spring Equinox to all of us. May all the stagnant energy of the past be given to the sacred fire to burn away & all the love be rebirthed into a blooming flower within the Heart.✨💓Truly a moment to let it all go & release & give thanks for all the lessons & rebirth within our own skin ~ Snake medicine. 🐍✨ :::

Looking for a penpal!

Jade/21/UK

Hello! My name is Jade, I’m 21 and I live in the UK with my fiance and 2 beautiful cats. I am looking for a penpal to share in my experiences and to talk about our common interests. I am a vegan, Buddhist and animal rights activist. I attend saves and vigils for animals heading into slaughterhouses and abattoirs to collect footage of their final moments and show them some love on their final journey. Although please be aware, I am not here to convert people to veganism, but if you have any questions, please feel free to ask! 

I have a lot of interests, so we’ll never run out of things to talk about! They include yoga, veganism (vegan for a year and a half!), Ayurveda, Buddhism, mindfulness, journalling, knitting, crochet (currently learning to crochet), crystals, tea, reading, travelling and one-man dance parties.

My music preferences are very varied, but the majority is usually indie/folk/acoustic. Bands-wise, the best ones to describe my overall taste would be Josephs, Silversun Pickups and Sundara Karma. But, I am open to pretty much anything!

I am also quite a big fan of anime and gaming, which I like to do in my spare time. My favourite game series’ have to be Mass Effect, Final Fantasy and Legend of Zelda. My anime preferences are pretty basic, however. I have seen most sports anime (HQ, Free, Yowapeda, Daiya no Ace) and two of the ‘Big 3’ (Bleach and Naruto). If you have any recommendations though, let me know! 

I would like to say I am quite an open person, although I can become distant on occasion due to some recurring mental health issues I am still recovering from. If that happens though, I will always try my best to let you know. I would like someone who has an understanding of/experiences with mental health issues who can be supportive in my time of need, and in return I shall do the same. 

I am a gentle soul, an ambivert with more introvert characteristics, a slytherclaw, INFP, Leo sun, Sagg moon and Libra rising. I love sunsets, and the sea is my home. I am fully besotted with the sea, any large body of water where I can see, hear, feel and smell the freshness of the outdoors. I could never live inland, or somewhere landlocked. I would feel very claustrophobic without the sea at my side. I love to be a tourist, exploring the nooks and crannies, the independent stores selling ‘junk’. I pride myself on my intellect and would like to think I am well read and well spoken, but I’m not arrogant about it. I love to learn and expand my knowledge, so I always have my nose in some form of book or article. 

My ideal pen-pal would be someone similar to myself. Enjoys the simple things in life - a good book, a gentle walk across the beach, the first sip of a hot cup of tea, the feel of a cool, gentle breeze, the feel of a deep breath whilst laying in Shavasana after a long yoga practice. I would like someone who can challenge me to expand my mind and my soul. A kindred spirit who understands who I am as a person. Ideally I would like to expand to snailmail with whomever, but I would like to get to know you through IM first to find if we’re suited to one another. 

I dislike people who are judgemental, support any form of 'sport’ hunting, horse racing/riding or against LBGTQI+. I will not tolerate any form of discrimination, racism or xenophobia. 

I would prefer someone between the ages of 20-35; LGBTQI+ status or ethnicity doesn’t matter to me. If you’re human, you’re welcome. Location-wise, someone in the UK, States, Canada or Europe would be preferred due to postage costs, but if we make a connection, then location is no issue. 

If you feel I am a good fit, then please drop me a message. I am very active on social media, so you wont be waiting long for a reply. My preferred contact methods are:
Tumblr: hey–jae 
instagram: hey__jae
e-mail: jade . johnson . 1995 (@) hotmail . com

I look forward to receiving any responses!