you deserve a more tender tomorrow.

yes, even you. reading this, agreeing without applying, hands in front of your eyes. i’ll pass this on, you think, but it doesn’t apply to me.

i know because i have spent the last 2 weeks trying to say out loud: “i deserve good things.” i only get to “i deserve g-” and then i break out into a cold sweat. who am i to deserve anything? there are people out there suffering. there are people out there who need good things to happen. i don’t deserve anything. i am just a person. a filament. if a good thing was supposed to happen to me, i hope it passes over and happens to someone more - deserving.

but just because you can endure the present does not mean it should be something so painful.

you deserve a tender tomorrow for the same reason you deserve water, food, or air. you deserve it for the effort of survival. you are surviving, aren’t you? doesn’t it take a toll from you, staying here?

goodness and kindness and tenderness should not be a commodity; to be doled out in quantities. you should not feel that life exists as supply-and-demand - your happiness does not come at the cost of someone else. it does not take from some gallon of global happiness. it does not promise that a stranger will have an equally-tragic reaction to tip the scales back into balance.

there is just you, deserving. you didn’t have to earn it. there is no calculation of time-enjoyed versus time-spent-suffering.

trust me. you (yes, even you) deserve peace.

hi psa: the second someone apologizes for being excited about something, that is the moment you start talking about it with 10x the enthusiasm because 100% guaranteed they have, at some point in their life, been shamed or told shut up or calm down about something that brought them joy and learned to apologize for taking up space and expressing themselves - learned to make themselves smaller- and that’s the absolute worst feeling in the whole world so please, the moment they apologize or say “I’ll shut up now”, you start talking about it for them, hype it up, encourage them to talk your ear off and participate in their excitement. We want their passion, we want their excitement, joy and love. We do not want to be stunted and bitter and angry like the ones who tried to stifle us, we want to foster and nurture the glow in their eyes and the sound of their voice speeding up with exhilaration

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

Might I add:

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child

The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship

The adventures of a space roomba

Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)

I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head

hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):

I am in love with you /p

guess I have to work my way through these at some point

Something about how the wood-elves weren't part of the war against Sauron until the last alliance. Something about how two-thirds of their army died.

Something about how their forest was inexorably corrupted over a thousand years, and something about how the other elven realms, the ones who were involved—it's their fight and it's their family history—somehow, somehow, stayed safe.

Something about losing everything to someone else's war.

This is something I've thought a lot about. Especially in the context of them being so untrusting of strangers. And the spit-in-the-face insult the "more dangerous, less wise" saying truly seems to me. The fact that Thranduil is the last elven monarch is truly such a huge testimony to his skill and power, and that's before you remember that the other two main elven settlements left have rings to protect them.

I love elrond and galadriel, but I hate the trend in fanon to portray them as wise and correct while also making Thranduil into either a joke, a drunkard, or a villain.

I don't know. It haunts me. Two thirds of your army...in a species so slow to reproduce...that's devastating. To come out of that and continue to hold your own and fight and pose a threat to Sauron right up until he was defeated? That's extraordinary. Thranduil is possibly the best elvenking we ever see. And he and his people get dismissed as jokes.

sometimes you think about how you can feel your pulse through your hips. you know cognitively that your femoral artery runs through your thigh - but how often does one reach for the legs when reaching for the heart?

when you were younger you used to picture the worst of you being bottled behind a stone-and-iron door. almost like something from a tv show or a book. it would slip mist over any gap you left open, pushing you towards an opening like a grave. you would check, obsessively, none of it had escaped. come back at night to shore up the walls. know it was only a matter of time before you turned your head and that thing would come out instead.

how ugly to ooze through your life, a mucus trail of depression. your anxiety seeping, spraypaint through styrofoam, melting your relationships. whenever you try to scoop up the pieces of your life, you find they turn into gelatin.

it is easier to coax yourself into a tight container. stretch the canvas over a different frame. force your body into a sculpture by a different artist. like this, you are funny and lighthearted. like this, your anger can be defanged.

like this, the panic attacks only belong to the night. they belong to that same animal handler you raised so long ago - her tired feet pacing your horrible little menagerie of ever-growing danger zones. you don't look the mirror in the eyes anymore - you see that ghost you captured so long ago; and she is hungry.

oh, you're tender in the daylight. it's all hard-won.

one day you will run out of things to feed the beast. one day it will scratch itself free. and oh god, what you'll lose, once it finally starts to run.

right where you left me

characters: wonwoo & reader word count: 8.9k genre: exes to lovers summary: in which wonwoo leaves and takes your heart with him. three years later, you're in another city, but tragically, right where he left you. warnings: alcohol consumption, detailed smut.

Seoul’s stale and dusty air reminds you exactly why you don’t like visiting the capital city often despite its vibrance and the colors built upon its land. As someone who likes to have their own space once in a while, the city is not for you, with its busy streets and lights that never seem to dim even a little. Seoul, at least for you, is a place to visit when you’re looking for some excitement, some diversity, some stories to tell your workmates—but definitely not a place to reside in full time. 

But here you are, two days after moving, trying to get used to its noise and its beauty at the same time. If it hadn’t been for your job requiring you to move around multiple times a year, you wouldn’t be here. Albeit grateful, part of you wishes it could have been some other place closer to where you were raised. 

Growing up in Changwon, your slightly tanned skin had been used to the coastal area’s cool, salty air. Also, it’s 40 minutes away from Busan—where your best friend Jihoon lives (which means to reach your best friend is a 40-minute drive). And this is also one of the reasons why you didn’t want to move to Seoul unless Jihoon tags along with you (which he, unfortunately, did not because he “can’t just pack up his entire life so that you’re not lonely in Seoul”). 

“Is it that bad?” Jihoon’s voice echoes from the speaker of your phone as you put away your groceries. 

You know your mental health is getting worse when you have the uncontrollable urge to rewatch Fleabag.

i just want a girl to look at me and hope i’m gay

glad to see those spreading the truth

double exposure (yuta/taeyong)

During promotions for his first Japanese mini album, k-idol Taeyong meets one of his favorite artists, j-rock star Yuta. Though it starts casual, Taeyong begins to realize he may be in over his head, and struggles to reconcile his affection for Yuta with all the things that keep them apart.

Characters: Taeyong, Yuta

Genre: k-soloist taeyong, jrockstar yuta; romance, smut, angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, smut, drunk sex, mild angst, homophobia mentions

Rating: Explicit

Length: 2.5k

Taeyong gets consumed by his comeback schedules over the next month or so. He texts Yuta almost every day, but it’s usually only one text as he’s about to fall asleep. Yuta is understanding, and doesn’t seem to mind, which almost makes it worse. Taeyong wants him to want him. Taeyong wants him to be jealous over his time, wants him to want more the way Taeyong does.

But Yuta doesn’t say much other than that he hopes Taeyong is resting as much as possible, and eating well, and good luck on his performances and interviews and variety show appearances. 

As Taeyong’s schedules start to wind down, he finally starts looking forward to his hiatus.

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dudee your angst is always inevitable BUT IT STILL CATCHES ME IN THE GUT 😭 love it tho

idk why tumblr isnt letting me comment on stuff?? sorry babe

Let’s talk about something called the “sunk cost fallacy”.

Say that you’ve bought a concert ticket for $50 for a band that you don’t know that well. Half an hour into the show, you realize that you don’t actually enjoy the music and you aren’t having a good time - instead of leaving the concert to go do something else, however, you sit through the remaining hours of the concert because you don’t want to “waste” the cost of the ticket. 

Congratulations, you’ve just fallen victim to the sunk cost fallacy.

The “sunk cost fallacy” is something that all humans are prone to when we make decisions. Simply put, it’s the human tendency to consider past costs when we make choices, even when those costs are no longer relevant. When you’re deciding whether or not to stay at that concert you aren’t enjoying, you will likely consider the cost of the ticket when you’re making your decision - for instance, you’d probably be a lot more willing to leave a $5 concert that you aren’t enjoying than a $50 concert that you aren’t enjoying. But taking the cost of the ticket into account at all is a mistake. 

When you’re making a rational decision, the only thing that matters is the future. Time, effort and money that you’re spent up until that point no longer matter - it doesn’t make sense to consider them, because no matter what you decide, you can’t actually get them back. They are “sunk” costs. If you decide to stay at that concert, you are out $50 and you’ll have a mediocre evening. If you decide to go leave and do something more fun, you are out $50 and you’ll have a better evening. No matter what you choose, you have lost $50 - but choosing to leave the concert means that you haven’t also spent an evening doing something you don’t like.

The sunk cost fallacy is sometimes also described as “throwing good money after bad” - people will waste additional time, resources and effort simply to justify the fact that they’ve already wasted time, resources and effort, even if it leaves them worse off overall. 

Common examples of sunk cost fallacy in everyday life include:

Perhaps the most damaging example of sunk cost fallacy in everyday life, however, is relationships. 

People often use the length of a relationship to justify staying in it. You’ve probably heard this logic - you may even have used it yourself: “I can’t break up with him or the two years we spent together will be for nothing.”

“If I leave her, it will mean I wasted the five years I spent with her.”

The reality, though, is that staying in a mediocre relationship doesn’t “give you back” the time you’ve already invested in that relationship. It just makes the relationship longer. If you stay in a bad relationship for five more years to avoid “wasting” the first two, you haven’t actually made those first two years worthwhile - you’ve simply spent seven years of your life in a bad relationship. There’s nothing we can do to recover time and effort (and in most cases, money) that we’ve already spent. But we can forgive ourselves, and we can stop letting our past mistakes continue to define our futures. 

you use lotro to explore middle earth and go on quests, i use it as a dating sim

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