#It's Heavy

[cinamun]

I am speechless 😶 I loved reading, of course!!! I felt tears coming when I finished reading because I feel for Mercy so bad. I’m just tired of men she loves hurting her mentally, emotionally, and physically. I know that your wonderfully written stories are not real, but I know so many women who have experienced the same thing. I just want to give Mercy the biggest hug. Great post, as always 💗💗

Oh friend! Thank you! I want to give her the biggest hug too. Something about that last shot is just so moving.

Maybe the pixels aren't real and it's all fiction, but the situations and the personalities are familiar. We know a Mercy, maybe even a Jackson. Even if they've never told us their stories, we know them.

So glad you're enjoying it all!

[lostrealities0]

I don't really have anything so here's a sketch of an oc

Their name is Rals! Their species is Lumna, which is very much a work in progress, including design.

[d-e-w-p]

I have been living with Grief lately. She moved in a while ago. She has touched everything I own without leaving her room.

8 cannot read without seeing her handwriting. I cannot draw without a sketch of hers in the margins. 8 cannot create art without her mark, a signature on all my works.

The things 8 make are not my own anymore.

She is a constant companion without leaving her room.

She holds my wrist when I walk the dogs. She sits on my shoulders at work. She doesn't talk much. But she is always there.

She doesn't say much.

But I hear her all the same.

Grief moved in with me a long time ago. She has touched all parts of me.

And 8 think she means to stay

[heartbepure]

i want to get rid of shame

[downthepub]

I finished my Good Omens fic. If I write more, I hope they will be more cheerful. This one dealt with some pretty dark themes, although it felt happy (even silly) by the end.

[leaveherwildliketheflowers]

I was supposed to email T this past week to update her on how I'm doing. I spent all weekend trying put word to my emotional state and drafted 3 separate email. Each one was written after 12am during late night sick baby care. Each one sounded sad, dramatic and a bit desperate. They all make things sound worse than they are. Things aren't good though, not really.

Everyone tells me how I look like I'm doing great. How happy I look. That I'm glowing. But inside, I'm dead. I just keep going because I have to. Because that's required of me. No one sees that, but that's my own fault.

I love my daughter. I love life with her. I am happy sometimes. But most times? I'm unwell. I hate myself for that.

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Oh man everyone I know is breaking up with their partners

[brightlotusmoon]

[naggingatlas]

i cant stop wathcing this fucking video. heavy's dick is velcro. is not that bad.

[dramatic-dolphin]

when we were studying the bible in literature class (so we have the context necessary for later works that reference the bible), i think we were at the book of jonah, and one of my classmates was studying the text very intently, and then looked up and earnestly said "professor, i don't understand the will of god"

the teacher was just like. well sadly i am a literature teacher and not a priest so i can't help you there. but if it helps, many people throughout history had the same problem.

[eleminim]

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[aishitara]

oh you mean my most favorite piece of fiction of all time, ever?

if you haven't read this fic you need to stop what you're doing and go read it.

sending y'all in blind, chickadees, godspeed.

A destiel fic a long time in the making…

for @aoitrinity

Read It

[shardanic]

Metal Miku!

[passionpeachy]

quilt moth