#I miss my frens :(((((

[boomerang109]

local autistic finding they only hate social interaction when pushed past their limits. too many days alone are in fact just lonely. who knew

[adderallanomaly]

i need to like. die.

[smokbeast]

A dangerous rose

[deezbignutz]

CONGRATULATIONS TO @morgansplace FOR BEING ‘THE’ LASKO FAN!!!

Next up:

'THE' MILO FAN

[kindred-spirit-93]

How is your day going? (it is day for you, right? because it's 2:30 a.m. where I am and brain isn't braining)

hiiii! omg girl pls get some rest soon <3

my day is going well so far alhamdulillah; ditching class to go study lol, have a lab later im looking forward to, after that its lunch with my beloved :D!!

hope ur doing well xx

[heffrondriving]

this is how i'm gonna fucking die i think

[bayheart]

MORE ARTED FIGHT!! batch 2/2 of revenges for this year >:3

2013 wc era ready-to-strike Raven for KittyDragonLove (AF)

dark forest Nightstrike for Drakizora (AF)

scheming Slatemoon (ft. Jackson and Vellichor) for Itraka (AF) and ft. mystikatzen (AF)

up-to-no-good Ally, Moe, and Bayneheart for @ashcrowz and ft. @dzzystrs <3

honeymooning Jack and Hikaru for @recallback

favorite brother Frogpaw (ft. ecstatic Bouncekit) for goldstorm (AF)

exasperated Nixi and respective dads Essex and Cosmos for @king-hsssy

here is to me having the same amount of illness next year <3

[revenantghost]

I really miss having the spoons to be around online, man

[ageless-aislynn]

Well, friends, this week since Camp NaNo ended has truly been one of the most... weeks I've had in a while. 😑 I won't bore you with the details but it honestly was a rough road. 😵‍💫

On the writing front, my word count was enough for me to "win" Camp NaNo but I still failed to finish anything.

Yes, "15 Minutes" chapter 11 went through 14 different drafts just in July. Draft 7 and 8 are only a few minutes apart because I completely threw out 7 and restructured it into 8. Nothing has helped. I'm stuck on not only bringing home the events in the chapter, but in shuffling in things from later chapters, taking them back out, restructuring the order of what's here. It's a mess.

It's solvable, of course, but here's the heart of the issue: I don't feel like writing. If you asked me what I would like to do for fun, writing isn't even on the list of options right now. Honestly, if I didn't feel SO compelled to finish what I've started, I'd just chuck all of my WIPs over my shoulder and not look back. But that will legit haunt me for some reason so I can't. But I don't feel like writing, I just don't. There's no joy in it for me right now. I don't know how to get that back. I've rested. I've shifted to other projects.

I was thinking about what I've done in the past to recharge my writing and it finally dawned on me: I always shift to vidding. That way I'm still "storytelling" but I'm thinking visually/musically instead of just in words and that seems to help for some reason.

But I haven't had my Vegas since last November. No wonder my creative batteries are almost dead.

I was hoping to finish/post chapter 11 before I try reinstalling Vegas again, in case it absolutely tanks Georgette. I think I'm going to have to take the chance now, though. Otherwise, I don't know that there's any hope I'll ever finish anything writing-wise. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, we'll see how it goes. Wish me and Georgette luck!

(Technically, that's me, Georgette and Eobard. Who knows, maybe Eo wants to do some vidding, too? 🤷‍♀️😂)

[sidneypagget]

Make tumblr 2014 again

[bubbleblowinggirl]

The real question is, where is Dess? She said a while back that she won and I was like WHATTT HAPPENED?? And she wouldn’t say but I was happy for whatever she had going on anyways 🤣

[brb-on-a-quest]

Guess who's back on her bs. again.

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

wjeres everyone :(

[diomedrian]

3 good things -

(1) people who have known you for a while being kind, people who have known you for a day being kind

(2) interviewers who are patient and help you with an answer in front of the Director™️

(3) people who care about you, are gentle with you despite the day long cribbing

[cwarscars]

" You  know  what  the  hardest  part  is?  Knowing  they  died  for  nothing. "

UNSEEN  WAR.

A  collection  of  angst  prompts  that  delve  into  the  struggles  of  soldiers  facing  PTSD,  survivor’s  guilt,  and  the  lingering  scars  of  war.  Themes  of  mental  health,  trauma,  substance  abuse,  suicidal  ideation,  hypervigilance,  combat,  loss,  identity,  and  alienation.  Feel  free  to  add  your  own  edits  as  wanted  or  needed.

this banquet has the two of them forced to be friendly - opposite sides sat at a table, sharing food and drink and if there's no risk of any beverage being poisoned. despite it, heidegger's sure to taste the food before the emperor even gets a whiff. none of it is of course, poisoned. but it's better to be safe than sorry - especially when cosying on up with the army of rosaria.

still, hours have passed and bottles are long empty - speech had turned to song and song to drunken grumbles. as of now, two men sit side by side, staring off into the space ahead of them, far from the dying party and now embraced by the cold breeze of a night coming to an end.

'you know what the hardest part is-"

the words have heidegger's attention; the hazel hue of his eyes darkened by the dark sky. he waits for the kicker, anticipates what the other will say. the battle? the losses? the fact that when the night is through, he'll lie beside his wife in bed - awake forever from the nightmares that plague him?

'knowing they died for nothing-'

elwin confirms his thoughts - and would quickly find heidegger agreeing with a nod. for a second, only silence sits between them, interrupted by the odd hum of night-time bugs and ongoing party chatter.

the soldier breathes a sigh, eyes still on the horizon.

"there was a time..." he confesses, his breath hesitant "where i'd be able to tell you each and every man to have fallen on our side." heidegger pulls his glass to his lips, takes a sip before he carries on "i knew my men well. could list each and every one to have fought and died...now-" he shrugs, refrain apparently uncaring and yet he'd not deny the pain. "...not so much."

his confession comes to an end when heidegger snaps himself out of it with another swig of booze - he turns eyes to face elwin, a question in the cock of his brow.

"if they died for nothing - what do you tell them that they're fighting for before a battle? a comfortable grave?"

[ofcowardiceandkings]

anxious sigh again