#( had to hurt him a lil )

[acetier]

i'm So Normal about him

((close ups under cut bc idk he's pretty asdsfksdf))

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa doesn’t know Moon’s crimes,,

[koolaidashley]

Growing up, leo being blind was “different” to the brothers in the same way they aren’t the same species of turtle. It never struck the Hamatos to think of it as a “weakness” or set back. I mean, when 1/4 of the only people you’ve your whole life are blind, it’s not really a big deal to anyone. So, it wasn’t ever anything Leo felt “bad” or set apart by.

Until they started expanding their social circle, that is.

[leo-artista]

Y'know something I think is kinda funny is that while I love both Stans dearly the way I express that love for each of them is very different

With Stan I'm like "I love him he has gone through so much I want him to have a nice cup of coffee and sleep in a comfy bed with warm blankets and to feel safe and loved for the rest of his life" while with Ford I'm like "I love him he has gone through so much I want him to suffer and be in pain and tortured psycologically while he's shaking and crying and being haunted by every single choice he's made- and to also feel safe and loved for the rest of his life"

[inafieldofdaisies]

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[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[yardsards]

"they never dated but they ARE exes" is such a funny relationship for two characters to have. very awkward relationship to have irl tho

[moeblob]

I met people I knew only online for the first time irl last night and I'm still extremely exhausted cause I am not a social person so here. Take an OC.

Katale (Kitty) is wonderful and I love her and she's a criminal and that's fine. She likes to look cute and so whenever I see a really cute outfit in public with a specific vibe, I'm like "Kitty would love that". So here. Please. Please know that I saw this very pretty woman jogging with her hair pulled back, running shorts, and the CUTEST top with a little scarf from the same fabric tied and wow. It was. So wonderful, please have a wonderful day @ the lady I saw jogging yesterday.

[deiiamorte]

Because I haven't seen this posted before, here's the dialogue that happens when you break off Lucanis' romance

[whoblewboobear]

Chronic pain having disabled Jace with a mobility aid 💖

[ilanaglazerrr]

i can’t help but feel like if noah schnapp had been posting quirky little stickers that said “killing trans people is sexy” yall would be boycotting the show like no one’s business. even just so many less people would be pirating the final season based on pure disgust for his actions. but him posting “zionism is sexy” doesn’t seem to have the same effect. interesting.

[citrine-elephant]

currently thinking about how simmons' jealousy would have played a part in IF leon and helena had been apprehended

but especially if this occurred after he got all ugly

this is to say, i'm broken after drawing leon's scars that simmons totally gave him when he whipped the shit out of him with his bone spike things. guh im still a sucker for aeon with his ass doing that.

[ajdrawshq]

i can almost guarantee ive said it before but. he would thrive in a zero escape game

[stellorc]

three idiots walk into a cantina

please have a young guardian Alek, a distressed Revan regretting her choice to be a consular and a poor sentinel Phebe already eyeing her next victim.

a completely self indulgent thing I did that doubled as a lineart experiment as well. The coloring was a bit hard since i didn't want the lines to disappear, but fun nonetheless.

[moose-goosey]

Gohan rushing to the emergency room to tell the doctors that the baby might have a tail and could break their fingers on accident (it slipped his mind)

[whosectype]

Art dump from my first few days at figure drawing boot camp!!!!