silentacquiescence:

The meaning of a collar - aka the day my collar broke

It’s not actually a collar, it’s a kitten bracelet Daddy bought me in the early days of our dynamic back when he was Sir and I was kitten. It’s not expensive, it was only a few bucks but it meant so much to me. I just didn’t realize how much it meant till it broke.

Whilst working it literally snapped and fell to the ground.

The range of emotions that followed that moment completely shocked me. I felt heartbroken,lost,naked and bordering a panic attack. Over the hours the more I tried to rationalize it and tell myself to get over it the worst I felt. Did it mean that I wasn’t Daddy’s babygirl anymore? No of course not but it never really sunk in over the years how much this little silver bracelet meant.

There’s a happy ending as Daddy very cleverly fixed it for me and it’s now back on my wrist where it belongs. I can’t stop admiring it today and fiddling with it and it has made me think about our relationship and the similarities. Over the years I wouldn’t say you take your marriage for granted but you do relax into it and sometimes forget how lucky you are to share your life with someone that understands you so profoundly. As all relationships we have had our ups and downs and a few years ago we reached a breaking point…for a few very long minutes I had actually ended the relationship, things were broken because I was very ill without knowing it. With lots of hard work we have mended things and I feel our relationship is in a better place for it, we (or should I say I) communicate much more and we (again I) have learnt to lean on my spouse. The bracelet breaking feels very similar to me and now I wear it doubly proud of its meaning and symbolism.

~L~

I love this, so much. It resonates because its something that I think about a lot. In the dynamics we live, it’s never really about “the things”, it’s about the meanings behind them.

I especially feel this, being away from my sir. Distance and time differences can leave some pretty big gaps in our days where we aren’t in contact with each other.

As much as I always know I’m his whether he is present or not, a physical reminder can act as a grounding tool so that you feel their presence when they aren’t available for whatever reason.

If you’re having a rough morning, an anxious couple of hours at work, you’re missing them terribly or you’re just feeling a bit low, something to touch and feel, that reminds you that they are there and they love you and they know you can do the thing. That is what the “thing” means. Be it a bracelet, a collar, a necklace or a cute little keyring. The “thing” isn’t important, it’s what it means to the two of you. And it’s something I quietly crave to have one day.

my cat meows gently every time after I sneeze and that’s all I need in life tbh

Poem from my poetry book She’ll Find the Sky

I’ve been very sad because almost everyone I know sucks, and things have been difficult, but at least my cat is amazing at playing fetch

The feel when you haven’t done a pig fecal in forever, so you aren’t sure if that’s ~really~ roundworm ova (since they’re so much smaller than the ones from dog and cat roundworm), but the vet trusts your judgement and deworms for rounds – and then your findings are confirmed. So very much confirmed.

And on top of that, now you have a new jar for your parasite collection!

thinking about all of the sayings my mom would say to me growing up like: if i said i was going to go change (my clothes) she’d say, “don’t change I like you the way you are!” After every shower she’d ask, “how was your shower?” as if it could be anything other than wet or “good” and any time I would let her know I was leaving the house to go somewhere she’d be like, “okay, be careful.” anyway, i’m just feeling nostalgic and notice myself appreciating her and taking on her best qualities more and more as I get older

Sammy and Jack’s Very Calming Drive

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

Sammy:@inkdemonapologist
Jack:@whatyouwantedmetosee

On the way to investigate Susie’s old apartment, Jack and Sammy have a talk about ghosts, prophets, and muses.

Sammy and Jack’s Very Calming Drive

“Hah, yeah. Not exactly great for resting, when half of you is worried and the other half wants to be writing.” Jack sighed, resigned. He hadn’t missed the pressure of having to stop occult disasters, and everything else wasn’t helping matters.

“…Was kind of hoping that we’d be done with this stuff after last time honestly.” His voice got quieter, more hesitant. "But it’s not that simple, huh.”

having fun with comic onomatopoeias tonight >:)

dankmemeuniversity:

Mother’s Day came early. Was not expecting it but he always finds a way to make it extra special. Definitely surprised ☺️ Beautiful flowers and thank you for the gifts.

I appreciate the time it takes to clean my boots. They’re all leather, so I prefer to wipe the dirt off first with a damp cloth. I work some wax until it’s warm, and apply it in very thin layers to the toes, up the vamp, the sides, the heel, the tongue. Around the rivets. I leave them overnight so that the wax can sink in. Some of my boots need blackening, so I rub in boot polish in little circles and likewise leave them to take their time. I take it all off again with a cloth in long, clean swoops, and angle them in the light to buff them. Polishing my boots takes at least two days, and there’s nothing I can do about it. No way to speed it up. Only an opportunity to be patient and reap the rewards of strong shoes that I’ll have for years and years and years. It’s nice.

rudolphsboyfriend:

A mutual reblogging your post w a ‘prev’ is so personal like yes this is great i am going to get a good grade in Tags something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve