My Words - Blog Posts

Anger bursts inside of me as fire crackers under the moonlight, with a cackle first and then a battle cry.

The bone chilling winter comes after my soul

as I run through the slippery woods

plummeting inside the abyss.

What if I told you it's all in your head and you're not drowning but living, instead?

Made a horrible poem (because it isn't a poem more of a thing i wrote) about love. Here it is:

Love is a smile that lasts all day long

Because with the simple thought of you

I remember joy and warmth

Love is remembering your favorite food, flower, and color

And smiling when i see them

Because now i find you in everything

Sometimes when you laugh

I see all the other times

And i think about how much warmth and happiness

A simple sound can bring me

Sometimes days aren't simple

Sometimes we cry

But it's times like those

That make your smile afterwards

The brightest

And when i can't remember

how to smile

You remind me

If i've forgotten to eat

or take a break

You fill my heart

And when you hold my hand

And my heart

Close to yours

I feel like home

This is love

But mostly

This is you

"There are no laws, only limits." - My philosophical brain

Wait i just realized how wrong this sounds. I don't mean break the law i mean you shouldn't think something is impossible because it's never been done before.

Uh basically bees. Bees fly though they shouldn't be able to, basically that.

letting go of the image i had of you

In the gallery of memories, shadows of you reside,

A canvas painted with moments, emotions we could never hide

Time tears apart the cloth that was once our relationship, threads of letting go,

Unraveling illusions, releasing what used to glow

Your image, once framed in the corridors of my mind,

Fades like a sunset, leaving any nostalgia behind

Every stroke of acceptance, gives me a brush of grace,

I release the past, in my heart's sacred space

The portrait of us, a masterpiece in its own right,

Now gives off warmth and light at night

Bitterness still lingers, but just the echoes of a song,

A melody of change, as I move along

For in the chapters of tomorrow, I'll find,

A canvas anew, where serenity is enshrined in an image that is not you

*poem written by me*

oh geez

Hi all, I've been getting some activity now that I've posted art, which thank yall for all the kind and lovely comments on my art, and I figured I should make a pinned post.

Hi, I'm Peachy, I'm 26 years old and I go by she/her.

I post art every now and then and I very rarely will write.

I like a multitude of fandoms, including but not limited to:

Transformers

Star Wars

Star Trek

One Piece

Sanrio/Hello Kitty

Batman

GI Joe

Ghostbusters

And several more!

I do commissions (FOR FRIENDS AND MUTUALS!) and I don't see myself opening them up to the public anytime soon, yall's love and kind comments are honestly motivation enough <3. I'm more active on TikTok under peachy.wafflez where I make funny little videos of my figures. I'm a bit of a shy person so sometimes I will be a little nervous upon first meeting.

Thank you all and enjoy my blog!

(borders are by saradika!!)

Sometimes I think the dreams are either alternate versions of me or another person completely and I'm just hopping along in their life that night.

I had a dream I was a woman working in a book store but this woman was not me. I've had this dream before over a decade ago, same woman, same bookstore. She now has her own office so she's doing well since the last dream, she seemed happy, fulfilled. I woke and felt motivated to do something with my life. Maybe visit a books store, maybe I'd see her in the women checking out books, Maybe I'd one day see myself with my own book adorning the shelfs.

I wonder if she dreams of me, I wonder what she sees. Am I a recurring dream, the Young women that prefers to stay curled up, that never went out with friends and now lives half in a world of pretend. Does she see me lay in bed, lost but searching, waiting but hiding. Am I a nightmare. Does she wake confused and heavy and think thankgod that's not me.

Am I only ever meant to dream of what could have been.

I'll do it on Monday. I'll do it on Tuesday. I'll do it on Wednesday. I'll do it on Thursday. I'll do it on Friday. I'll do it on Saturday. I'll do it on Sunday. I'll do it on Mon–and the cycle continues and nothing changes.

Martrakoji

BEHOLD! MARTRA’S ALPHABET. Geez, it is so hard to find the sounds in English 😭 if you speak some Latino language it is easier to understand!

Consonants

B, D, F, G, H, J, K, L, M, N, P, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y, Z, SH

W sounds like a vowel (u), but it can’t be matched with another consonant (like vowels do), and for this reason it’s a consonant.

Vowels

The vowels are A E I O U. Like in Portuguese, they have accents depending on the word.

For example, Bravá(place). Without acute accent (loud and strong), the stressed syllable would be BRA (BRA-va), but the accent turns VÁ into the stressed one (bra-VÁ).

Same with circumflex accent(low and deep?). Lânu(plural of it), LÂ-nu, without accent would be la-NU. The difference is small, but it exists. Try “calling/screaming” the word with emphasis in the stressed syllable. Like, LAAAAAAnu. LaNUUUUUU. U get it?

bra-VÁ, not BRA-va.

LÂ-nu, not la-NU.

u-TÉ(nine), not U-te.

Ê-nu(they/male), not e-NU.

Í-nan(we), not i-NAN.

Î isn’t used.

Ó isn’t used.

o-ye-TÔ(desert), not o-YE-to.

mo-Ú-li(rude), not MOU-li.

Û isn’t used.

How strong a syllable normally is?

I tried to understand my own logic, but I can’t explain it 😭😭

I just know that having M and N in the end makes the syllable stressed.

o-VEN(soon,early)

wa-NAM(double)

Also, sometimes Y makes the syllable stressed.

zi-YE (musician). Short word, stressed.

sha-yu-DE-fe (sea port). Long word, non-stressed.

yo-RAN (resignation). N/M syllables are stronger than Y.

Something i've noticed.

So recently, i've been rewatching Httyd: Rtte, and have noticed something about Heather that I wanted to comment on, even if other people have, too. While I feel that emotionally, Heather was ready to be a spy for Hiccup and the Riders, strategically, she was not for a multitude of reasons. She had been out on her own and away from people for a good period of time, and even when she had been around Hiccup and the rides in DoB (or RoB can't remember when she was introduced), her people skills were quite lacking, and she had never been in a trade where strategy and lying are quite common. On Berk, for the most part, Hiccup and the Riders were very straight forward with her. She was very guarded with her information, unlike Johann who had carefully crafted a persona to distance his actual self from Hiccup, and give information away quietly. Heather was not quiet about information that she dropped. She told them every single mission, and that itself was a huge indicator that she was the mole. Take Viggo when he's introduced in "Maces and Talons, Part 1". When I first watched the show, I didn't notice it, but coming back and watching the way that Viggo introduces himself to both Heather and Dagur (because while he may have had more suspision towards Heather, her and Dagur are still siblings, they could both be in on it) he immediately clocks in on the fact that at least one of them is lying about their allegance. "They say there are two ways to be fooled: One is to believe what isn't true, the other is to refuse to believe what is." He knows. He knows that one of them is lying. The way that he's framed, the way that he looks back at Heather and Dagur, there's an immediate sense of unease that comes with that situation, and any viewer can feel that with the music and the way that Viggo speaks. Coming back around to Heather, I believe, at least to a certain extent, that she knew that Viggo was onto her. I mean, the man took her out onto the cliffs and talked about weeding out the "wrong-doer in our midst" which is inherently a set up that neither Heather nor Hiccup realized. During Viggo and Heather's talk, I found myself paying attention to Viggo and the way he was talking to Heather. His body language is very calm and somewhat comforting given the circumstances. He puts his arm around her, and immediately is open and honest with her- at least, that's what she thinks- he calls her "my dear," and trusts her with this big mission of apparently finding out the mole, which in Heathers mind is proving to him that she's trustworthy and can handle information. He's giving her a chance to prove herself, or prove to him that she's the mole.

It's brillant, in a way- because who else besides Heather knew the information about the Flightmare? In his own words, Viggo told her to "keep it to ourselves," and Hiccup and the Riders just so happen to know exactly where they are exactly when they're coming? It was very obvious. And, if this had been played right with Hiccup and Heather, they could have avoided this situation all together. If, quite frankly, Hiccup and the riders had let Viggo have the Flightmare, they could have exponentially gained more information because, at least for a little bit, Heather had proved herself to Viggo. So, Tdlr, Viggo is the best written villain of Httyd because of the way that he critically understands people. I truly think about what would could have been if Viggo had been the one to mentor Hiccup. I know that this is probably obvious, but I did want to word vomit about it. So, uh, bye!