summer service

Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin & Big Brother and The Holding Company, Quicksilver Messenger Service, and the Charlatans at 710 Ashbury St in San Francisco. 1967.

5

I really enjoyed this episode mostly because it showed off how enforcing and maintaining boundaries is an important part of every relationship. I’ve played the roles of both Kiki and Jenny without boundaries and it always sucked. Either I felt neglected and resentful or manipulative.

I identified with every single action and feeling Kiki did or had this episode, though. The toxic cycle of wanting to please a family member/loved ones at the expense of my own well-being can appear as a loving gesture or selflessness, but it’s obviously toxic and damaging. Kiki was having nightmares for two weeks straight. Overextending yourself isn’t a loving action–it’s a recipe for resentment, and it always sucks. But I’d fool myself into thinking I was caring when I’d see how happy I made them and how they appreciated me. Kiki got a kiss on the cheek and was told that she was Jenny’s “favorite twin.” It’s fees good to think that we’re helping people, but sometimes it’s at the expense of our own happiness.

I loved the representation of Kiki and Jenny’s relationship via the dream with Pizza Jenny trying to envelop Kiki. Kiki felt trapped in a cycle that she didn’t really want to be a part of, but felt like she was being pulled into it because Jenny was her sister. Kiki immediately rushed to Pizza Jenny to make sure she was OK when she thought something was wrong with her. It’s what twins/sisters/family/loved ones do for one another. They care. But Kiki’s unwillingness to set boundaries caused her to have nightmares and lose sleep.

The funny thing about Kiki finally saying “no” was that nothing bad happened. I’m sure she thought that Jenny would love her less or at least not tell Kiki that she was her favorite twin because she wasn’t fulfilling the role of “the nice” twin. That Jenny’s world would crumble to pieces if she didn’t get what she wanted. But it didn’t. Kiki enforced a boundary, and Jenny understood and gave Kiki the space to have her own me time. Their relationship is actually a healthy one because I’ve had people question why I wouldn’t carry out the role that I’d previously been performing or try to guilt trip me into resuming it.

It’s really important that Kiki learned that she can say no. I feel like she also learned one of my favorite pieces of info–that “No” is a complete sentence. It’s not a conversation, but it’s all that should be necessary if you’re asked a question. An explanation isn’t mandatory, and a “No” should be respected. I suck at stopping at “No” because I want people to understand why I’m unable or don’t want to do something because then maybe they’ll understand. But they don’t HAVE to. The world won’t end because somebody didn’t get what they wanted. I feel like the episode gets that message across. That and the benefits of boundaries. Kiki got to have her me time and be free. She looked happy and well-rested. Easily one of my favorite episode of the series.

Kept My Promise || L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks


Request: no 

Occasion: Veterans Day

Written with complete respect to those who have served. 

I M A G I N E 

“Make way, everyone, please!” An airport official requested, having the large crowd comply as fences were being put up. The fences created a large pathway from a specific airline gate to the airport facility. A large crowd, probably worth thousands of people, were anxiously awaiting their loved ones to come through the terminal alive and well. 

“Y/N, relax, please,” your trusted friend pleaded, having your nerves boost up even more than where it was on your anxiety scale. Your heart was pounding quickly and strongly, so much so that you thought it was gonna run out of your chest. Goosebumps trickled down your arms as your mind tortured you with too many rapid thoughts. 

“He’s almost here,” you whispered to her, your eyes set upon the unopened gate. 2 guards were waiting, holding onto the handle of the doors as they awaited a queue. “I can feel it.” You were standing straight, with a pair of black leggings and brown boots. Although cold, you stayed true to the autumn weather as it reigned November. There you were, your entire torso draped in one of Luke’s shirt. You complete mess, it said, having you giggle from recalling how fond he was of this shirt. But ever since he left for the life of ash and warfare, it’s lost his scent. Luke’s scent. 

Anxiously rubbing your wedding band, you let out a shaky sigh. Your eyelids flutter shut, giving you a moment to regain calmness. Luke’s laughter rings in your head, having you imagine the day he wiped frosting from your wedding cake on his nose. Those pearly whites shined the brightest that day, as they never disappeared from his constant smiling. It was heartwarming to recall such a beautiful day with the man you love so much and badly. 

“They’re coming!” A woman, likely a wife, screeched. Her son looked at the terminal with awe and excitement in his green eyes. Peeling your eyes open, your eyes dart towards the doors that were now being opened. An official was shouting “plane is taxi’d in!” repeatedly as families, friends, and loved ones anxiously awaited those who have served for the country. Taking a deep breath in, you allow it to linger for a few seconds until breathing out heavily, getting rid of all those nerves in your stomach. 

Those nerves, though, appeared to have gone to Luke as he anxiously gripped onto his black duffel bag. He was walking with his fellow veterans, all of them sharing the same feeling of content and fear as they walked down the aisle. Many began to chant the anthem whereas others were complete mute from tension. Luke weaved his free hand into his blonde locks, slightly removing his military cap slightly. 

“Hemmings!” A hoarse voice called out to Luke. Turning, Luke was introduced to the sight of his Commander, the man who he’s looked up to and received training/direction from for the years he’s been serving. “Are ya nervous, my boy?” 

“A bit,” Luke understated, receiving a giggle from his Commander as the two walked down the seemingly everlasting aisle. “Who’s come to see you, sir? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My wife and boy,” the Commander spoke fondly, smiling underneath his large, white beard. “The boy is only 8 years old, but his green eyes look of an old man. How about you, son?”

“My wife,” Luke blurted, pure happiness and glee when he said your name. “Still no kid yet, so she means everything to me.” The Commander found himself putting his arm over Luke’s shoulder and giving him a tight squeeze. 

“You’re still young, after all, it’s understandable,” the Commander commented upon the two of you still having no children. His arm then draped back to the side to keep from ruining their uniforms. “I’ll give you a call after we’re all situation back into our lives to have dinner. I’d love to meet that wife of yours.” 

“Likewise, sir,” Luke agreed, nodding as they both turned to face forward to see that they’ve made it to the end of the aisle. Luke’s stomach flutters with butterflies as he is revealed to thousands of people awaiting him and his fellow fighters. His ocean blue eyes scan the crowd, desperate to see that gorgeous face of yours. Walking down the path created by the fences, Luke resumes to rapidly look at the multiple faces looking for their loved one. But, with one turn, Luke finally goes easy once he saw the face he was looking for. 

You. 

You were stood just a few feet away, with one arm down to your side. The other arm, though, was held up and bent at the elbow. Your hand was straight and held right above your forehead as you stared at your husband in the eye. Both of your breath’s hitched as Luke came closer. With every step, your eyes got more glossed with tears. Luke’s heart rushed at you saluting as he dropped his duffel bag and instantly took you into his arms. 

“Hi,” Luke said, his voice cracked and broken from being overwhelmed with emotion. His strong arms held you as if they’ve never held you before. Your hands dig into the back of his uniform, completely disregarding the wrinkles you were bound to create. Tears were staining the front, with one rolling down one of his metals. 

“H-i,” you hiccuped, unable to speak from emotion. You listen as Luke began to cry loudly behind you. Everyday, your happiness and satisfaction was what he aimed for. He got strong for you. He fought for you. He did everything in his being to get back to you. It was his motive to keep from failing. Backing away, Luke removed his white gloves and held your face. He melted at the softness of your cheeks as he rubbed them with his thumbs. 

“Look at you,” Luke whispered with an ecstatic smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips suddenly latched themselves on yours, feeling your timidness wash away from now feeling complete. He kissed you rough, as though he was attempting to absorb every taste on your lips. Coffee, bagel, creme cheese, and you. His desperation was high as his tongue pierced through your lips and immediately won dominance. 

“H-hey,” you began, detaching from Luke’s lips reluctantly. Looking up, you see a much taller, masculine, and stronger Luke Hemmings. His chiseled jawline was clean from a beard as his hair was done and ornate with a cap. Those blue eyes, as blue as a summer day, were lit up and fixed on you like you were the greatest thing he’s ever seen. “You kept the promise…” 

“I kept my promise, baby, I did,” Luke cried quietly. His hands took his hands into yours, feeling the shakiness and warmth of the man you adore. You felt callouses and cuts from previous wounds of the battlefield. But still, there was a tingling to his touch that you’ve longed. 

“You lived for me,” you say quietly, pushing yourself onto him as he holds you once more. You feel his large hands begin to rub your back loving as you take in his scent. The amazing smell of Luke shocked you, giving you surprise as to how much you can melt from someone’s scent. Holding you tighter, Luke dropped his head and gave you a warm kiss on the top of your head. 

“I wanted to live for you,” Luke said as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “And I did.” 

I would like to say thank you to everyone who has served for America and kept our country safe for many years. If you have been in duty and/or have a family member who is serving/already retired, I send them my thank you. Bless xx

Anime that Destroyed Me Emotionally

Free!
Inu x Boku Secret Service
Junjou Romantica
Elfin Lied
Dramatical Murder
Uraboku
Hybrid Child
Karneval
Ponyo
Poco’s Udon World

My Neighbor Totoro
T-Rex vs Angry Mouse Family

I was vigorously going through memories of stupid things I have had to deal with in customer service over the years, and I remembered this incident out of the blue and I felt like, since many of you have also dealt with horrendous shit in customer service, I would share it with you so we could all cry together. 

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