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[onejellyfishplease]

Part 35

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bit of a long update for you all <3

they have contained the boy. lets hope there isnt a containment breach.

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[komalatea]

something something cuphead doodle dump

princess muffin by @pizzamuffindonutpeach33 <3

[zhouxiangs]

16.02.2024

[silentskipjack]

yooo this looks kinda cool

[tixdixl]

Me: Wow! I have so much planned for my OCs. I should actually put it in writing!!!

Also me: *does absolutely none of it and worse, makes a new OC*

[basicallyrybread]

so tiktok has been showing me so much yaelokre stuff and i am borderline freaking out because its triggering a level of anxiety I havent felt since averno was a thing

like the fandom jokingly calling themselves a cult and getting so involved in the story that sometimes its hard to tell whats real is so reminiscent of what averno was like (on top of actually literally being a cult) that its making me like “oh shit here we go again”

even though yes, I know the creator has condemned the people calling yaelokre a cult and stuff but still it feels so damn similar its scary

[meguwumibear]

Time heals all wounds.

That’s what they tell him anyway. His friends and his family and his fucking quack of a shrink. Each minute that passes stitches a piece of him back together. Little by little. Bit by bit. One day he will be a completely new man. He will have a body untouched by yours. Cells that have never known the warm press of your fingertips.

And that would be great, maybe, for the hours to sooth his ache, for the hands of the clock to have and to hold him, for father time to offer him a bit of advice that his own could never grace him with, but Megumi can’t stop scratching at the damn thing. He can’t help but to poke and to prod at the memories. And so instead of healing he bleeds and he bleeds and he bleeds.

Take for instance that time he took you to the botanical gardens just as the cherry blossoms bloomed. The two of you wandered around in the foliage for hours snapping pictures with the flowers, learning about what makes different flora grow. Some need the sunlight and water to flourish. Others thrive by moonlight. Some plants are fussy things. They grow under only the strictest of conditions. Others are adaptable. They learned to weather all sorts of conditions.

You were fussy in the end. Or perhaps you always had been. The living conditions he tried to provide for you made you shrivel and wither away. Petals dropping one by one. You loved him once; you love him not.

Time cannot heal that. He will not forget the way you looked dancing around the flower fields in the waning sunlight, nor will he forget the way you looked your very last night together. The sad smile on your lips. Your eyes glossy with tears. He loved you then; he loves you now.

The feeling is supposed to pass. The memories are supposed to fade.

His therapist says he’s grieving, tells him grief comes in waves which is fucking stupid because you’re still alive. You just don’t pick up when he calls or answer his texts or open up when he knocks on your door.

And time cannot heal this wound because he did not have enough time with you. Only a few years. And what are those compared to a lifetime without you.

Time cannot be what heals him because it’s what’s killing him now. The hours that tick by without you. The moments when he reaches out for you and you aren’t there.

Some of your clothes are still at his place. They no longer smell of you. It’s his own fault. The first few days after you left, he spent all his free time cuddled up with the fabric, breathing in the scent of your skin. His lungs were so full of you he nearly drowned. Now it just smells of him and his dogs.

Now it’s just him and his dogs.

They keep him company. They help him pass the time.

Tomorrow will mark a whole year without you. He still drives by your place from time to time. Waiting. Watching. Hoping.

Tomorrow maybe he’ll pass by your place of work. Strike up a conversation. Feel you out. He’s not sure how receptive you’ll be to him, but, hey, what type of fight could you possibly put up when he’s got nothing but time on his side?

[ivynajspyder]

Me: I'm fine

My elderly dog: *coughs once*

Me: 😱😱😱❗️❗️❗️‼️‼️oh my god my baby girl are you okay what do you need do you want a cookie I will sell my kidneys for you yes both of them I would murder someone for you 😭😭😭😫😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💯💯💯

[icarianiscariot]

LKSDJFLKSDJF AHAHAHAHA I KNEW IT

[thediktatortot]

Gonna treat myself to a good sport AU smutty drama fic tonight. What will it be tonight boys? Hockey player and Figure skater fall in love? Two soccer team mates confessing their love for each other in the locker room shower? Or what about childhood best friends seeing each other on their ten year reunion and having hot steamy but sex in their highschool bathroom stall.

[sammysammer]

hello me!

Hiiii <33

[necrostar]

hey serious inquiry but ive kinda sorta maybe been considering trying to start up a multifandom discord server with rpg elements so consider this an interest checker. like / reblog / whatever i dont care if this is something you'd be interested in / want more details for?

[mbat]

say what you will about the internet and especially tiktok but im glad for it because it not only lets people show off art of all kinds, but shows that theres countless mediums and kinds of art, and that theyre far from dead

cause earlier i was at michaels and there was a rly small selection of cross stitch kits mixed in with the embroidery kits, even though there were tons of thread colors to choose from. not to mention cross stitching patterns that i see tend to have a clear target demographic and its clearly older people

and i pointed this out and my dad said 'its dying cause no one does it anymore, no ones going to be doing it in 15 years' and i know he was just being a pessimistic boomer like always but it made me wonder, cause i genuinely dont see cross stitching very much. like. i see people do damn near every other medium possible, but almost never cross stitching.

i think to me a big thing is that... cross stitching is a lot like pixel art. and its way easier and arguably less time consuming to grab any electronic device and open an art program that lets you place individual pixels...

but cross stitching is physical, and you have to thread that needle and you put your needle through every hole, and you can feel it with your hands. i like cross stitching and i genuinely want to do it more lol

anyway im just glad the internet can prove my dad wrong with a simple search, cause the idea of a medium of art dying is. fucking terrifying. especially one so neat and fairly accessible like that

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(((it's probably not the greatest idea to listen to my HTTYD playlist while working. My brain just immediately wants to make YouTube videos using movie/RTTE clips to these songs but I can't cuz I gotta work)))

[daechwitatamic]

I MISS VMIN SO MUCH OH MY GOD THIS HURTS SO BAAAADDDD ASHFASHFOUAEHFUIEAHFIUEQHFIUQHUIQFHL

[sp3llboundgirl]

My heart is still beating and everything will be okay