Lily Studies 🌺🌸✨

I just finished Wednesday and I just wanted to share some opinions, My first and this is not even an opinion it’s a fact, Thing is the best character in the whole fucking show. Fight me idc. Opinion two, I think aromatic Wednesday would be literally amazing (or if Enid and Wednesday got together). I just don’t like any of the love interests, the chemistry is just not there. My third and final opinion is that Wednesday outfits slay so mf hard. Anyways that’s it, I love this show.🫶🏽

Evolution

I have recently come to realize that I’m at a stage in life where I find myself attracted to a literary genre I never held any interest in: realism.

Or rather, realism with wondrous things sprinkled in.

Specially like that presented in Japanese literature.

What I’m really looking for I think, is connection. Being able to relate to the story to a deeper level than the fantasy stories I used to be so obsessed with (which no offense, but are usually not written to relate with anyone. YA Fantasy writing tends to be bleak when it comes to the relatable side of things).

I am touched by stories about people struggling through life’s bumps, pushing through as they find connections with others and hope in the little things; perhaps lessons they learned as children and forgot as they aged, or perhaps in magical wonders they encounter.

Slice of life stories are specially entertaining to me now. Broken as I am, there’s a part of me that lights up with stories I can empathize with. It stitches me up a bit inside. Helps hold me together.

There are so many books of this kind I wanna read. Stories that can warm me inside and hold my stitches together.

I never thought I’d become interested in realism (after, you know, literally living through it).

Guess a point a comes where you just wanna know you’re not the only one in pain.

Warming up engines, oiling the cogs. Wattys 2024 deadline: August. Back to writing. See u in wattpad soon friends.

An entirely new 1st part approaches.

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Initiation (Age of War 1) - The Old Country

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Literally. This plot driver is so f stupid it makes no sense. It is in itself a motherfucking plothole. Everytime it pops up somewhere I just laugh cuz it’s do fucking stupid.

I always laugh when vampires plan to block out the sun and make it eternal nighttime because... what are you going to eat? Humans, animals, and plants require sunlight to survive. Soon enough, everything will die, and what will be left?

Nothing but vampires and their shitty plans.

Practice with ref from last year. It was an experiment really, trying to see what I could do different from my usual methods.

/Boss’ chair

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Atrocities

In a world full of humans that consider themselves the superior beings, there is no question about who the beasts are. It is not animals that torture each other because they want to. The lion is not cruel for hunting a zebra to feed.

There is nothing on Earth capable of cruelty. Except humans.

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I think there’s no one unaware of what is happening in Gaza right now, in Palestine. What started in 1948.

I’ve been aware of the war going on in Palestine for years.

I find it baffling how so many are finding out about this only now, when the corpses of the dead are sky high, when so many are lost and can never go home now.

How dare the world make promises like ‘never again’? How dare the world make promises and once again stand still, as genocides take place? How dare you stand there and look away? How dare you stay quiet?

How can you stay quiet?

I find it horrifying and heartbreaking. I find it even more atrocious that the people doing this should be people who understand what genocide is like.

How can they go ahead and do what was done to them, to others? What about ‘treat others like you want to be treated’? Has that phrase never mattered at all?

I do not understand.

I do not understand.

I cannot understand.

I cannot condone.

Why? How? How can your heart and your mind and your conciousness condone this? How can people who suffered through genocide do this others? How can you possibly try to justify this?

Nothing justifies the killing of innocents. Nothing. Nothing justifies this violence and crimes against humanity. Nothing ever has, nothing ever will. Nothing justifies the atrocities of WW2, nothing justifies this either. I cried when as a child I learned about the Holocaust. I cry now with the people of Palestine, for them.

How can we let history repeat itself? Is the human species really that utterly hopeless? Do we not learn from the past?

Are we, quite literally, the only species on Earth that does not learn from its mistakes?

If a young bunny steps into a trap, it’ll come to know pain but survive. The next time it comes into contact with a hunter trap, it will jump aside.

Animals learn. Nature learns.

Why can’t humans? We are the one species that doesn’t follow the natural balance of the world. Do we even belong here? What kind of monsters are we, to repeat the same mistakes over and over and over and over?

Do not stay quiet. Use your voice, speak out for those that can’t.

Above all, remember empathy, remember compassion, remember love.

Drop aside hate and bias, prejudice and stereotypes, racism and xenophobia, revenge and resentment.

Nothing justifies this. Nothing. Look upon what’s happening with your own eyes and ask yourself:

Why can I live but they can’t?

We’re all human. Aren’t we?

There’s not a day that I don’t think about the genocide happening in Palestine. I mourn and grieve for the dead, with all those suffering.

#freepalestine 🇵🇸

Discord icon for my server I finished today. I like to think that his name is Mark the Ducky and he likes cookies :) 🍪.

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Thinking of how badly I want this person.

One day we accidentally have the same idea:

After some hours of editing, I put aside the keyboard and look at the clock; 2:30pm. My partner will be back soon, after his shift at the company is done. The last weeks have been tiring for them.

I have time to spare. I walk to the florist, buy their favorite. I walk back and step back in. I notice their shoes by the door and their figure busy in the kitchen, a bouquet of tiger lillies in a vase.

I gasp, they turn. We stare, and laugh. “Jinx!”

We hand each other our bouquets and I kiss them. For some reason, I think their favorite flowers are yellow tulips.

They go well with the tiger lillies, paired up in that vase together. Perhaps they were the flowers we had in our very humble private wedding.

Asexuality: complications

The hardest part about being in the acearo spectrum, is not the alienation or isolation feeling from the rest of people that feel attraction ‘normally’ and the experiences ‘everyone’ relates to. For me, the hardest part is the dating.

Because I actually want a relationship, I want the love and the romance! It’s not that I don’t, I just want it in a different way from what is expected of me, and I haven’t felt anything for anyone in about 6 years! It’s so incredibly frustrating, to hope for that love and know that the chances of me finding another asexual person who I actually feel attracted to and feels the same for me in such a tiny ass country, are minuscule. Or even just any person of any sexuality who is okay with me being asexual and won’t pressure me or feel bad about it or rejected or try to force me or ‘convince’ me into something.

I want the late night cuddles, laying in bed and watching moves together while we share popcorn, I want to hold hands when we’re out outside, go for a hug whenever we want or need to; I want us to turn the lights off and just hug each other in bed while we talk about silly things and giggle, I want to cheer them up when they’re sad and be supported in turn when I’m feeling down; I want to listen to them just talking and be able to smile and just stare dreamily as they do and say ‘I love you’, I want someone who can bear with my rants and the excitement in my eyes when I’ve just read or watched something great and look at me with love and not annoyance or boredom when I do.

I want to hold that someone in my arms tightly all the time, caress their hair, hold their hands, kiss their face when I think they look cute; I want to fluster them and make them stutter, I want us to just be able to walk into the room for a hug whenever, and just leave naturally; I want to hold their hand when we go skating and gently wipe their mouth if they’re eating messily; I want to make them laugh until they’re crying and laugh when they tell a joke; I want to defend them when they’re being put down by someone, I want them to hold my hand and be there to stop me from losing control when my family is treating me like shit, I want us to be there for each other in all ways that we can be.

I want us to kiss if we want to, never feel pressured to, I want us to wake up in bed together in the mornings, legs tangled and feet cold while we get up and make breakfast; I want us to bake cookies together and then get takeout when we’ve forgotten to cook dinner; I want to come home to a dinner in the fridge and someone waiting for me in the couch so we can go to sleep together; I want them to sit on the shower and just let me wash their hair gently; I want to write them little love letters and litter them around the house so they can find them while they clean, I want them to give me flowers when I’ve accomplished something or just because they wanted to; I want us to sleepover and just be close in a non-sexual intimate way; I want to lay my head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep and hold you tight in my arms, just to make sure you’ll be there when I wake up.

But finding love like that is just too hard in these times, and statistically, ny chances are really fucking small. I might have better luck with online dating or if I live in another, bigger country for a while, but that doesn’t make me feel better.

Sometimes the fear of never finding that someone for me just brings me such despair I lay down to cry on my pillow.

Spitting facts

“I don’t regret us but I wouldn’t do it again.”

— Unknown