i saw some comments on tiktok where people were talking bout how they found tumblr too hard to use and part of it being that there was no lack of dates so “what if you reblog or like something from five years ago?!”
buddy… we have posts circulating still from 2011, its literally just how it is
Being on tumblr for years like:
this post is 2 years old and it’s only going to get funnier as it gets older
I feel like witches are sedentary and wizards are migratory. A witch has a home, a cauldron, herbs, you go to them with your problem. A wizard wanders, disappears, shows up at inconvenient times to fix nothing. am i making sense
some good theories in the notes but I choose to believe those are made by a village or perhaps king as an artificial home, to attract and keep a wizard. like a beehive
While artificially built towers do attract wild wizards a wizard will naturally build their own tower as they enter the later stage of their life cycle. For the first couple hundred years of their lives wizards are extremely mobile and may travel almost anywhere in the world or even beyond. A tower usually begins as a workshop which the wizard returns to during their migration in order to store trinkets and artifacts which they collect during their travels. As the collection outgrows the available space in the workshop a combination of the concentration of volatile magical energy and the wizards natural desire to build secret passageways causes them to begin expanding the workshop. This usually starts with basic “bigger on the inside” magic but due to constraints around energy usage for sustained large scale spacetime warping they will eventually turn to more traditional methods of building. There are some documented cases of wizards whose workshops expanded outward instead of upwards, resulting in labyrinth structures rather than the more traditional tower. It is still unclear what environmental pressure causes these divergent structures. As the wizard ages and their exploratory phase winds down their travels will focus on a progressively more narrow subset of arcane knowledge until they find one secret of the universe complex enough to prompt their transition into the final stage of the wizard lifestyle. By this point they will almost certainly have a fully fledged tower or have settled into one they’ve found already existing. Their desire to travel is generally severely reduced by this point and outside of quests to discover certain highly specific items related to their studies it’s possible that they might not leave their tower for months or years at a time. In some cases they may begin this phase several times if the secret they started pursuing is less challenging or less fundamental to the operations of the universe than expected. When they do find their final subject of study and find the answers they sought, they will finally reach the end of the wizard life cycle, either via death caused by hubris, merging with a larger consciousness, ascendence to a different plane or to godhood, or metamorphosis into a litch. Other wizards may sometimes occupy the abandoned towers of a former wizard but most will move on in order to build their own before entering into these later stages. Very rarely a particularly social variety of wizard may build several connected towers and share resources, these are called schools and over time they will tend to attract a large number of younger and weaker wizards seeking shelter.
Absolutely brilliant analysis of wizards and their migratory patterns through the ages. I can personally verify that this is accurate, and you may now consider this properly peer reviewed and accepted.
today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy
Genuinely just a good man. Wife adopts teenage witch that needs a place to stay in the city? Sure. Even though you got a kid on the way? That’s fine. Cat too? Love cats.
My favorite moment with him is when he goes to get some prepped baking sheets and he does this fancy twirl with them in front of Jiji. Like, there’s no other people in the room, he does this to impress a cat.
I don’t think he ever says more than a whole word the entire movie, and I still love him more than most Disney princes based on this one moment alone.
And the part where he wanted to surprise Kiki by making that beautiful elaborate sign OUT OF BREAD to advertise her business and he was all anxious for her to get home and see it
But then when he sees her coming he gets all bashful and runs away 😭
the most underrated thing about the ghibli movies is how deeply they are love stories to working people, to the small folk, to moments of love and kindness. its not just about magic, many movies are about magic and fairytales. Its not only about the people in the stories, but about stories in the people. And they are just loveable.
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?
All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess.
The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly.
Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says.
Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy.
Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do.
It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin.
And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
(Doing this little project with these prompts during march for my friends on here. A drabble a day keeps the depression away or something. Prev prompt.)
“Can’t you read something else?” Obito whined a little, squirming under the weight of Kakashi’s head against his chest. “I’m so over the sappy romance aspect of this book.”
Changing the page with his pointer finger Kakashi tried to sound as disappointed as he possibly could: “You wound me, companion, this is my favourite novel.”
“I know”, Obito sighed, “That just makes it worse, you know? I have to listen to you swoon over these characters that are just so flat and boring.” There hadn’t been many moments since the end of the war, since the beginning of his jail time, in which Obito had missed his eyesight, but having to listen to whatever Kakashi decided he had to listen to really made him long for the old days. If only he could read his own books.
As if Obito hadn’t said anything, Kakashi went on reading, another love scene. He was weirdly fine when it came to people making out, images that embarrassed Obito in his head, but hesitated and slowed down for tender, romantic moments.
It was cute really, that talking feelings made Kakashi so insecure. Almost too cute for Obito to withstand. So no matter how much he complained about the contents of the book, what he wanted most of all was to hear Kakashi’s voice. To hear his voice flutter and get excited and get soft
He couldn’t help but imagine the way Kakashi’s face must look while speaking the words. Obito’s heart felt impossibly happy just at the image burned into the back of his eyes.
“Obito”, Kakashi said suddenly, a little breathless. “What?” Obito answered, noticing that the weight on his chest was lifting. Kakashi had set up.
“You’re sprouting” Kakashi said and the amazement was audible in his voice.
“I’m what?” Obito replied, stretching his neck. “Spouting”, Kakashi repeated. “You have, um, flowers on your shoulders and yeah, on your head.”
Obito patted over his arms. “That’s not funny, I’m not-” He stopped himself, feeling the little plant rising up from his shoulder. A flower. He froze in surprise.
“I’m s-sprouting?” he repeated, confused. “Is this related to mokuton?”
Kakashi laughed a little, a good sound, echoing off the walls directly to Obito’s core. “I have seen Tenzou do it, I didn’t- didn’t think every mokuton user does it.” Kakashi paused for a moment. “It is a moment of intense emotion, like happiness.”
A moment of silence, not more than a breath, then: “Are you happy right now, companion?”
“S-Shut up, I don’t want to answer that” Obito stuttered as a reply, but reached out to let Kakashi take his hand. As soon as they touched another flower broke through Obito’s skin on his back.
A drabble based on the incredible @butter–peanut’s Kakaobi fic “Kamui Blues”. This is Obito stalking Kakashi as usual and his version of Kakashi’s fight against Kakuzu and Hidan.
Be wary for the next few hours, neighbour.
Obito rolled his eyes. The moron, sending him a note when he should be worrying about himself. He was going to face the Zombie Duo, and here he was sending cutesy notes to a masked stranger in another dimension.
He wouldn’t ever say it aloud but he had to admit to himself he was…concerned about how Kakashi was going to handle this fight. Obito knew all too well, was reminded of it many times as a child, of how talented Kakashi was. But even so, as he had come to find out over the past few months, talent didn’t mean much when your chakra system couldn’t keep up. Kakashi exhausted himself so easily with Kamui. How was he going to handle two enemies who couldn’t even die?
