#( i tried ;; )

[thekittyfox2999]

I didn't think this would have actually happend by there we we're. He stood beside me and we watched the sunset. His eyes we're shining like gold and his smile was with a childish glee. I looked onto the bright colours splashed onto the sky, blending in like watercolours on a canvas. I reached out and grabbed his hand, feeling his pulse immediately go up. After a week or so of us meeting up and exchanging longing glances you'd think he'd grown out of his shyness, but he hadn't. God he was adorable.

The war raged on. He kissed my cheek tenderly as I hugged him close. He was going to sail out, away from home. After pleading with the officer I got us one day. Just us two. Together under the sheets wrapped around each other. All I could do for the moment was bask in the warmth and our shared passion before I had to watch him go. Watching as it might just be the last time I see him well. His eyes would glimmer with hope and pride. And all I could feel was dread.

The months passed and my fear rose with each passing day. Sitting down in the train system each and everyday was beginning to harm me. Watching as people stopped reacting. I couldn't handle this repeated cycle. I just wished I could do something. Anything! But all I had was the ability to hope. I could only hope this terrible fate would pass. That the day would only be filled with sun and fresh air. I waited, hoping my love was fine.

The war had passed. I stood by the docks and hoped any kind of news would show up. I waited patiently with each days pass for any information on his whereabouts. He was missing. He couldn't be. Not during this bright month. All the fighting was over. He couldn't miss this!

I walked up the docks a month after the declaration of the war ending. I couldn't lose hope until confirmation had arrived. But instead I was met with him. He looked rough. His eyes no longer shining with the childish glee that I first met him with. His stance was that of a military man and his face was wounded with images of pain and suffering. He dusted his coat off of invisible dust and looked out into the city. Our eyes met. His expression soften and tears dripped from his tear ducts. I laughed and ran up, catching his waist and interlocking our hands together. We hugged and I couldn't have imagined it going any better.

We finally started a family. He was the best partner. His amazing bravery and creativity. I couldn't have imagine someone more fit for the role of a father like him. It was actually perfect. And despite the cold up north. I couldn't imagine living any better life.

Our children grw up and we grew older. I wouldn't have thought it was possible on my end but there I sat. His hand resting on the arm of my chair. Fingers intertwined as the sun set in the distance. Our life had been a great adventure. The amount of things I had experienced. The sights I have seen. The things we had created together. Everything had a price, but I could not imagine this lifetime having one. It grew darker outside and we simply leaned agianst eachother watching the night arrive.

I still on the porch in the same chair. Watching as great grandchildren play by the garden. Their laughs filling the air. I could never had lived a better life. Wherever I go, I see the impact he's made. The peace within the world that he had contributed to. My daugthers grandchildren sit on the edge of the porch and ask me questions about me, about the country, about him. Their curious eyes holding the same childish glee he had when we had first met. A tiny bit of him still lives on, even if he might not. Yes...

"He was a great man."

Most immortals become the angsty “everyone I have ever loved is gone” kind of immortal. You, on the other hand, instead took it upon yourself to be a loving presence to entire generations of your chosen family, because they are descended from someone you once loved long ago.

[magicratfingers]

my girlish rehabilitation continues today is dog shelter volunteer orientation

[frogayyyy]

Sneeze Counting 2024

one of my new year's resolutions for 2024 was to count how many times i sneezed. and because i can't be normal about anything, here we are:

time for some ✨analysis✨

(note that week 10 is the beginning of the pollen season, and week 22 is the start of the highest peak of grass pollen 👀)

i kept track of the sneezes using a tally counter and then updated a spreadsheet every week. there's some more data and graphs here:

the pollen data is just an average taken from a 'pollen calendar' i found, so it's not completely accurate for this year, but it's still interesting to see the correlation (especially with grass pollen). if i do it again i'd definitely keep track of the pollen count too.

to sum up, in the words of mark watson, taskmaster s5e5:

if you read this far,, bless you.

[mochiango]

Frank Sinatra but Joxter cuz why not ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[shirotami]

hi sorry I was on hiatus

take this cool twilight art

[i-need-to-be-fixed]

I’ve been depressed as long as I’ve been alive crazy isn’t it

[jay--o]

Spawn;Get killed by small dinosaurs

Gather resources;Get killed by medium dinosaurs

Boss battle? No;Get killed by big dinosaurs

[ego94]

[o0kawaii0o]

4 hearts

[willchu]

So, the first thing I want to say is that this is not exactly my style, I just decided to try something new and a new technique > <

[nolongerlucid]

Jajajaja

[thaltro]

Doodle for today. I love dust guys I really love him

[noeiilyn]

ok THIS is how i imagine emf’s hair would move and stuff (also im not an animator but i tried my best ✍️😔)

[monkeymakoko]

Trying to color some stuff to do new stickers <3

[lilshoots]

Kitties sketches