#LOVE OF MY LIFE...
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mendelsohnben · 7 months ago
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Nathan Page as Detective Inspector Jack Robinson ↳ Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries series 3
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ukitakejuushiro · 9 months ago
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FIRST TIME SEEING AIZAWA SMILE LIKE THIS HELLO???? HE EVEN TIED HIS SCARF THING INTO A LIL BOW WHAT IS WITH THIS GIRLDAD BEHAVIOR 🥺😭😭😭
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thesewickeds · 3 months ago
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i'll throw mantis in here too bc ughh i will never be over her.
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soul-from-another-era · 10 months ago
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Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.
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futuristic-koala · 6 months ago
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tawnysoup · 3 months ago
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Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3
If you enjoyed, please consider supporting by buying a PDF of the comic on itch.io: https://tawnysoup.itch.io/home-in-the-woods
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khloodsadek · 26 days ago
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scionsthings · 6 months ago
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Rewatching Arcane
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sadclowncentral · 5 months ago
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sometimes it's not even enemies to lovers. sometimes you get handed the leash of a snarling, barking dog against your will and realize with dawning horror that you are now responsible for teaching it not to bite
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letztetraenen · 3 months ago
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Hugs from behind, with the little kiss on the neck
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asteroidtroglodyte · 9 months ago
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5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.
But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.
Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.
For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.
But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.
Happy.
It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.
Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.
It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.
A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.
5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.
It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.
Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.
I’m a Rescue.
She gave me a Home.
And, so, I gave her a Family.
It seemed fair
This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.
don’t give up yet, ok?
It could get good, even.
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onekisstotakewithme · 1 year ago
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having online friends who are busy is just like. I LOVE YOU. I miss you. YOU GOT THIS. I'm giving you space to work. I LOVE YOU.
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trashcatgallade · 9 months ago
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tbh i never really considered seals. until i finally saw one irl and was like omg. the creature
this is my artistic representation of what they looked like on the beach from where i was standing in the distance
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it was the most magical day of my life
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mavi-haz · 2 months ago
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soul-from-another-era · 10 months ago
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