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Antonio Salieri

@doriansredroses

The Patron Saint of Mediocrity
Greetings and Salutations! This of course is my introduction post. The name is Willow Everheart, but as of now I am musing as Antonio Salieri. Either name would work but my friends call me Willow. Before you indulge in your flights of fancy, I shall remark on a few main points on this blog. (under construction) -Like I have said before, the name is Willow. Sometimes my name will be displayed differently depending on my theme. -I am 18+ but minors are perfectly fine to interact with me. I don’t post anything too explicit other than swears, artistic nudity, and some innuendos. If you are ever uncomfortable, just let me know. -Lastly, please be kind. No hate is tolerated on my blog. A small word about the genocide, I cannot help and I am attempting to keep my blog distanced from those topics. Please do not reach out to me about it. I wish I could help but my mental health can only take so much.

Important:

I fully support Palestine and wish I could help, but due to not having the funds to donate and everything else going on in my life outside of this site, I cannot handle the constant waves of Palestinians begging for my help. I fully support them and hope they get the help they need, but it’s too much. I apologize. Please do not message me about it right now as I take the time to recover my mental health.

I finally made an intro post. Some things you should know…

-My name's Willow Everheart, but just call me Willow. Of course it’s not my real name but it’s my online pseudonym.

-I am 18+ but this is a minor safe blog. Don’t follow if you’re uncomfortable following a girl in college. If I do end up making you uncomfortable, kindly tell me what’s going on and we can work things out.

-I do not post nsfw. I am ace. I also grasp that minors do follow me so I try to keep things down to a minimum. I do post some nudity in terms of art (you know, the famous artworks and stuff). I’m an art nerd.

-My fandoms are all over the place but you can figure them out from the content on my blog. My current main ones are Team Fortress 2, Disney, the classic Barbie movies, classic literature (mainly Dracula, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and Pride and Prejudice), some musicals, and I’m probably forgetting some. Oh and I simp for Cillian Murphy.

-I have a few tags: #willow writes (for my writing), #willow rambles (for random thoughts that aren’t tagged otherwise), #willow rants (for my ranting), and #ask game/#ask game answers (for the ask games)

-Feel free to send in asks, like my posts, and befriend me if you haven’t already.

-Some Links (will be updated):

Ask Game:

It's still sinking in that The Owl House was about a girl running away to a fantasy world, all because of the ripple effects of losing her father at an unfairly young age — only to eventually learn that the fantasy world itself was made of the bones, and the flesh, of a loving father who'd protected his child with one of his final actions, before dying and giving life to that fantasy world. And eventually, in his truly final action, even giving life to Luz herself. Luz ran away to the Boiling Isles, all because of a single book that her dad gave her — and unknowingly, she spent every day walking over ground that embodied parental loss. A world that was born from a parent's death, a parent who had to leave their child far too soon — and not just any child, but Luz's own new best friend, in all of this new magical world. And King and Luz were only ever brought together because of their fathers' deaths — before they even realized they had anything in common to grieve. Before they realized a reminder of that grief had been beneath their feet this whole time.

But, at the end of the day... their fathers both gave them parting gifts. Their fathers both gave them the key to come of age in a world full of people who'd care about them — maybe not the only world where they could've been happy, but a world they wouldn't want to imagine missing. Their fathers gave them the chance to meet each other. To understand each other. And, ultimately, to heal and grow up together. Until the ground beneath their feet stops feeling so heavy, like grief — and starts feeling lighter again, like a gift, and a happy memory.

Our roomba (Dracula) gets his eyes caught on things so husband has removed them while he vacuums. I’m really uncomfortable watching Dracula bumble into stuff with tape patches marking his eyeless sockets while he cleans our house for free. I hate that Husband returns his eyes when he’s finished, accidentally reinforcing a sort of “eyes are for good little workers” message.

I need to glue the styrofoam eyes on better so Dracula can have them all the time. And maybe I’ll feed him a handful of sand just for him as a thank you for all his hard work.

Husband named him Dracula because:

  • He dashes around the house cleaning, just like canon Dracula
  • He must be invited into rooms
  • He sucks

Queer Christians are on a whole other level. Queer Christians have faith you can't even understand. Queer Christians know God in such a deep and special way. Someone who realizes they're queer and STAYS a Christian has such a powerful belief in God and such an intimate acquaintance with His goodness. I wish homophobic, transphobic, conservative fundamentalist evangelicals could grasp even a tiny bit of the joy and peace and love that I experience through my QUEER relationship with God.

Burnout is killing me. I’ve been exhausted all week and school is the worst. I just want to sleep for days but I won’t catch up on sleep. I’ve been in burnout for years and I won’t escape until I graduate. I’m too damn exhausted…

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