#almost started crying reading that

[thatonesimp-e]

I LOVE THE PAPER MERCS AHHHHHHHH

THEYRE SO SILLY AND CUUUTE

Ur art style is cute too!! I can’t decide if I want to bite them or love and cherish them forever /pos

—Love, Kitsunecat :3

RAAAGHGGWHEHEDHDH

Thank you so much AAAAAAH

I try to draw them nice and crumnchy for those who like to eat art (my fellow art munchers)

Your art style is really cool too! Looks like it tastes like cotton candy :3

[seulgist]

just caught up on the most recent chapters

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[atlantis-just-drowned]

I'm crying right now

So we have Eulalie, looking gently at a doll with a damaged eye and smiling sweetly, before saying those lines :

And right after, we have the look on Pluto's face, who is eternally trying to hide his injured eye behind his strand of hair :

Yes Pluto. You're pretty in your own way. *sobs*

[just-a-lil-theatre-guy]

[ TJ hasn’t left the house in weeks. Ever since that vision, she had been in her bed, clutching her scar or just staring at herself in the mirror. They were traumatized and scared of ever leaving the house again. She cried most of the time. Sometimes she called out for her father or mother, but they knew that her parents wouldn’t come. TJ hears a knock at the door. ]

@achildwithnoname

Um, hi Aspen says awkwardly. They hadn’t seen TJ in a bit, and since she was one of the closest things Aspen had to a friend, they figured they should check up on them

[flowerakatsuka]

the flowers for the wake were lovely, weren't they?

[h0estar]

i feel like a fish in the wilderness.

nalu has overtaken my brain and nothing can stop this madness. i've read every fic i could find, saved every fanart, rewatched several episodes, downloaded edits, and it's still not enough. it's never enough. i need new nalu content or i will light myself on fire.

[papers-pamphlet]

I FINALLY FINISHED READING THE RON CHERNOW ALEXANDER HAMILTON BIOGRAPHY

[hecksee]

anyone else up thinking abt the tragicness of rose and the doctor and just doctor who in general and just ufhdhsjfhksk yk

[chaosmenu]

soledad brother: the prison letters of george jackson

[also-c-duceusclay]

💛🌻🍯🍮✨

[brw]

Hank Pym taught me that there are choices beyond programming! Janet Van Dyne, that there was beauty in the smallest of people. Pietro Maximoff, that if one's father is evil, it does not mean the child must be! Clint Barton, that there is no such thing as a powerless man! And Wanda, my dear Wanda... taught me that even an android can love!

Universe X #X by Alex Ross, written by Jim Krueger and drawn by Dougie Braithwaite

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

🥀Wilted Roses🥀

I had a writing assignment in class and long story short, I wanted to write Zachary so here you go 🖤

Pairing: Zachary x MC

Tw: death, feelings of grief, Zachary being Zachary?

Zachary was silent and lost in thought as he walked down the dimly lit sidewalk. It had now been 8 years, 5 months, 27 days and 13 minutes since he had lost you. Just the thought of it made his hand clench tightly around the bouquet in his hands. How could you have just left him? He thought about it every day, every minute, every second. 

He could still hear the tires on the car screeching as he swerved to try and avoid the other car, he could still feel your lifeless body in his arms after he had crawled out of the wreckage and dragged you out. He could still taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth from his injuries. He didn’t acknowledge the paramedics when they asked him questions and tried to check him for injuries. All he could do was stare down at you lying lifeless and bloody in his arms. He didn’t care if his favorite shirt was covered in your blood as he held your body tightly to his chest. His hand had stayed intertwined with your limp one, his thumb rubbing over the matching ring you wore on your ring finger. That day was supposed to be yours and his honeymoon. He could still feel the screams and sob that came out of his throat when your body was ripped away from him by the paramedics. 

He had made sure to give you the most extravagant funeral money could buy. Anything for you. He has barely left the house ever since that day. Why would he? You were the only one he had ever loved. The light in his darkness. His muse, his life, his universe, his everything. The only people he talked to were his parents but even then he was becoming withdrawn from them like he had with everything else in life. 

How could anybody expect him to get better? He would never be able to see you smile, your tears, how cute you looked when mad. His gallery was the only thing that had held him together for so long. 

He had made sure to kill that drunk bastard long ago. He made sure to make it slow and painful, making them feel every bit of pain Zachary felt when they took you away from him.

Zachary’s thoughts were interrupted when he realized he had finally reached his destination. He knew the place by heart now as he quickly walked and weaved through the different tombstones until he finally got to the one that was covered in roses from where he brought a new bouquet every time he visited. It had to have been one of the most beautiful tombstones in the graveyard with how much money he had spent on it along with making sure the graveyard workers kept it clean and looking new.

Zachary let out a heavy sigh before speaking quietly, even if it was nighttime and nobody was around he didn’t want this moment with his love to be interrupted. “I’m back again love, how are you?” He spoke softly into the night. No response, like always but he didn’t care. Zachary bent down and placed the bouquet of roses that he had been carrying onto the front of the tombstone. Zachary just stared blankly at the tombstone afterwards, the place beside it he had already gotten ready, with his name already on there in beautiful font. He was just waiting for the day he got to join his lover and rest beside them now. And that’s what he had been doing for the past 8 years. Maybe then in the afterlife he’ll be able to hold you again, kiss you, whisper the sweet soft words and keep up with those promises he made the night before your wedding. Maybe you two could have a second wedding, even more extravagant then the ones you both had when alive if that was even possible. Zachary couldn’t help but smile at the thought as a tear dripped down his cheek from his bright blue eyes.

Zachary’s thoughts were interrupted once again by a sudden sound in the nearby woods. Someone else was here. Zachary stayed quiet as his eyes scanned along the edge of the woods when he heard a deep chirring noise. Whatever it was, it wasn’t human. Zachary had the thought of running but he looked down at the tombstone and stayed still. Perhaps this was the moment he would finally join his spouse again and see their smile. He hadn’t expected it to be this early but he would take it. As the chirring sounds got louder, Zachary’s breath got heavier. He was thinking about his parents' reaction to finding out about their son's death right over his beloved souse’s grave. Maybe he should have given them a call before visiting again. Maybe Zachary should have been a bit nicer to the shy gentleman that dropped off a package at his house today. 

The few streetlights at the front of the cemetery flickered as the chirring got even louder and Zachary could barely make something tall moving out of the front of the woods in the dark. “I’ll see you….very soon…my love.” Zachary whispered softly and shakily as he looked down at your tombstone beneath his feet. He heard the thing suddenly starting to move very quickly towards him and closed his eyes, ready to finally see you again.

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Zachary belongs to @clrdgaze.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated! ♡

Word count: 908 words.

[amethystina]

Hey there, so sorry to hear about your loss, and sorry that this year has been so hard on you as a whole. I know nothing I can say will make things better, so I’m just popping by out of the void of the internet to offer you the virtual equivalent of a cup of tea (or other beverage of your choice) ☕️

A few summers ago I lost one of my grandparents, and after what had been a very long day a friend of mine gave me a piece of advice that I’ve yet to forget. “Go home”, she said, “And have a nice hot chocolate, or hot honey and lemon drink. It will fix absolutely nothing, but it will taste good, and even on our worst days, that’s worth something.”

That is to say, I know I say to take care all the time, but I double mean it now. Try not to worry about us too much, and take whatever time you need. 💜

And before you say I don’t have to pop in and say this, I know that! I don’t have to, but I want to, and I can, so there. :)

Thank you so much 💜

I admit that this year has been more of a rollercoaster than I would have liked. I had very high hopes in terms of how much I would write, draw, and do, but a lot of that hasn't been possible with all of the complications I'm facing. And I'm just really, really tired of it because, in many ways, it feels like I keep making excuses. That, surely, people must get tired of hearing about all the tragedies in my life that, supposedly, make me unable to post fics or function like a normal human being. Surely it must be exaggerated.

Which is a terrible thing to say to yourself, by the way — I'm well aware of that. But knowing that doesn't quite stop the thoughts from popping up, unfortunately. My brain is trying to find someone to blame for all this shit and, unfortunately, I'm the closest, most convenient target.

So thank you for sending this ask. It might not fix the loss itself, but it's incredibly comforting — and humbling — to know that there are people out there who care enough about me to send me messages like this. It feels surreal, almost, but in a good way? And I'm just so very grateful.

And I'll keep that advice in mind. It's a very good one — and very true. And I'm so sorry for your loss, too. I lost both of my remaining grandparents back in 2022 and it was rough. Losing someone you love always is.

So I try to be as patient with myself as I can. Which right now means spending the majority of my time reading fanfics, most of them from fandoms that I haven't touched in ten years. I guess I might be looking for something familiar and comforting? So yeah. Lots of reading.

But I also think about you all a lot and wish I could post chapters and such, because I know you all love them and the thought of being able to make others happy when I'm sad is... well, it would be pretty nice, you know? I like making other people happy. It's just how I'm wired.

But, that said, I trust you when you say I don't have to worry too much. And I trust that my readers mean it when they tell me to take things easy and put my health first. And that, too, is something I'm very grateful for. The kindness, patience, and support I get from you all truly is mindblowing.

So I won't say that you don't have to tell me all of this and will instead just thank you for doing so. It means a lot to me and did make me feel a lot better. Thank you 💜

[sophieswundergarten]

ramble about a character you like?

HI

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT SAM LAMBERT??

I know I'm always talking about him, but he makes me smile so much. He's such a great character.

He loves this ridiculous rulebook that says things like "If you’re ever in a tight spot, just ask yourself, “What would Pope Boniface VIII do?” Whatever the answer is, do the opposite. Stay one step ahead of the competition." (Pryce and Carter 724)

He also is in an intense rivalry with his commanding officer, whom he does appreciate, he just can't bring himself to say so. He's snarky. He's a sympathetic crier. He loves his job more than anything. He used to play DnD over ham radio when he was a child. He was born in Oklahoma. He's in, like, less than 15% of the show running-time-wise or something. He's my favourite character. His actor did a week of live streams in-character to promote a show that he wasn't even in.

He's so far from the main character, and yet he is the one I have latched onto

ALSO

He has friends!!

Officer Fisher, doctors Hui and Fourier, and the AI autopilot Rhea are in the show for even less than he is!! And I love them all dearly too!!

Here is the very sad thing, though: Both Hui and Lambert died from Decima experimentation. Decima being a deadly virus that was being researched by their crewmate, Elias Selberg. (Guess who infected them with Decima)