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[silvygonzalez]

Starter for @beatrice-murray Setting: Bea's trailer

One, two, three…

One thing crochet had taught Silvy was that she didn’t know how to count as well as she thought she did. No matter how many times she had been sure she had crocheted a certain number of stitches, the result would look wonky and it would turn out she had counted wrong.

Ten, eleven, twelve…

And surviving the collapse of civilization as she knew it had done something to Silvy’s attention span. Before the virus, Silvy hadn’t needed to double-check her work nearly as much as she did now. She supposed this was a natural reaction to all that had happened but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…

At least she was in a safe space now, namely Bea’s trailer, with good company in the form of Bea and her dog, Trav (who was currently asleep next to Silvy, his soft sleepy grumbles providing comforting background noise). Bea’s trailer was cosy, soft, and warm. Silvy felt like she could relax here, as if for the first time since the virus first broke out.

Thirty… Wait… Shit!

Silvy held up the piece she was working on (a new triangle shawl in an effort of making something other than a long scarf like she normally does). At first glance, it looked fine but Silvy’s inner-critic wasn’t happy.

“Does this look wonky to you?” She asked Bea.

[midmare]

@caelitus (jellal) said: “that didn't go quite like i thought it would.”

painted lips drawn into a thin line, words wedged in his throat, he let silence speak instead of laying bare countless grievances. a hidden, spiteful, injured part of him wanted to set free blame upon the person whom he had heaped with so much fault already, that it was a miracle the man didn’t wither under his bitter crimson gaze alone. it would be easy to add today’s setback to the litany of crimes and offenses macbeth liked to pin on jellal within the privacy of his thoughts, but, he swallowed his rancor and saved it for another day.

“no, it didn’t,” he admitted flatly, taking inventory of their injuries. frequently, macbeth emerged from altercations with dark guilds unscathed, protected by his magic more often than not. in this case, he had the misfortune of encountering a mage that preferred physical attacks, quickly exposing his gross weakness (he liked to tout he was untouchable, without flaw, but he knew better than anyone how fragile he was inside). they won, but macbeth felt the ache of his own shortcomings like an old injury ripped open again.

(it was his fault the plan fell apart). he tore his eyes away from the other, rubbing fresh bruises that bloomed like black flowers along planes of pale flesh. “i’m tired. i’m going to sleep.” losing still stung, stole his pride and confidence from his stature and left him desolate. he didn’t want to talk, but it was an excuse all the same. with the day’s shame left to rot and fester in his mind, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to drift into blissful unconsciousness for a while.

[wewontbesleeping]

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

[frigidfries]

happy birthday deltarune. happy late birthday undertale. here's a comic!

cheers to best friends forever & ever & ever & ever & ev

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[turtletoria]

they call me the sitter the way i sit on piles of doodles for weeks at a time

[roppiepop]

Who’s coming to the cookout?

[little-eye-guy]

"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

[wetslug]

ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless

[jockbrannigan]

Starter for @mxyacho Setting: close to the Overflow Storage

It was time for Jock to earn his keep here in Redwood. That was what he was telling himself as he hovered at the threshold of his trailer. All he had to do was make it to the Overflow Storage and take inventory. That was it. Simple. Of course he couldn't let it be just simple, could he?

Deep breaths, counting to ten and back again, reminding himself Redwood was as safe as he could ever get these days and Jock was able to set foot outside of his trailer. And he was fine. So he could take step, and then another and another until he rounded past the solar panels and saw the overflow storage up ahead.

There was someone already at the overflow storage which Jock wasn't expecting. His heartrate spiked upwards as panic flashed through him. More deep breaths, more counting, and he pushed back against the panic. Besides, this person ahead of him was oddly familiar.

Apparently it wasn't enough that he would find Renee and her boys living here in Redwood but someone else from his long stint at the Hyland farm too. This woman's name didn't come back to him immediately but one fact about her did: she owed him a tattoo!

"Hey, I know you!" He called out to her, all the more certain she was who he was thinking of. "It's from a while ago, right? You stayed at Hyland Farm. We talked a lot and you told me you were a tattoo artist. Right? Am I right?"

[seagreenlaurin]

[triona-tribblescore]

I WANNA DRAAWW!! RAHHHGG!! Absolutely swamped with college work, im so tired TT (hence whatever tf this is lmao)

[mafuyuakgae]

even if I came to love humanity in the end, there’s no proof I was ever here, right?

[biruesque]

who will love you in my place if i am gone?

5/12

[inafallsaway]

Drawing time!

[zaahvi]

dark grows the sun, and in summer soon come mighty storms...