#autumn thoughts

[theotherwesley]

Halloween isn't the last day of the Spooky Month-- it is the first day, the day that heralds the real MVP of spooky time: November.

October is the friendly part of autumn; the harvest, the bright leaves, the chilly wind, the colorful squash. November is the last pumpkin left rotting in the field, the short days, the dead brown leaves, the cold getting its teeth in. Halloween is the opening act and November is the show.

[roses-r-free]

robin is just alison’s woke dog

[tia-amorosa]

Hi 😊

Now it's finally autumn here. And at this time of year... how should I say it... I always get a bit more sensitive. Maybe some of you out there know that too. You sometimes feel a bit more irritable or sad. Especially when you're alone. Well, I'm never alone, I have carers around me day and night, but that's not the same as having a friend or partner with you. Well, I don't have a partner. And friends?... I only know most of them online and they live far and wide across the globe. And I'm a bit more receptive to my stories in the autumn and winter. I really lose myself in them, I think more about them. And so I hope that I can bring some good stuff again in the next few months. 🙂

I'm preparing the next part atm. And I'm thinking about whether it might make sense not to bring an episode every day? What would you prefer? At least on Tumblr it is possible to prepare the episodes so that they are only published on certain days. But I'm always so terribly impatient and would like to show what I've already done😅😊 ... Well, I'm still thinking about what would be the better option. I hope you have a great day!😘

[frenziedflame6]

breaking the cycle of abuse

The autumn evening is gloomy, I see the rain pouring behind the windows. I sit here, drinking my tea from a ceramic spooky mug, contemplating about tomorrow. Another grey, boring day full of responsibilities is ahead of me. Suddenly, I remind myself about the Baldur's Gate 3 scene, in which Astarion kills Cazador, and the imprint it left on my heart.

They say that the scene is cathartic for some. That a lot of people fantasize about killing their abusers, delivering them the fate long overdue. I shiver, gripping the mug handle firmly in my hands.

I briefly wonder what it says about me. Then I smile. I feel at peace now.

[thoughtartistry]

[first-of-her-nxme]

I love autumn so much that this blog is turning into an autumn blog. It's such a delicious time for long walks in the forest. I love being outdoors in autumn but it's also the time for coziness, reading, writing. Last year I wanted to spend autumn writing about ASOIAF but I lost my beloved kitty in the summer and after that I didn't feel like writing at all. This year my other cat is very, very ill and all I can think of is his comfort. I can't stand to see him suffering. He is too young to die. I can't stand his pain. I can't give him what he needs and it's killing me. It's so hard to think of Arya and Jaqen and all that crazy mysteries of the book right now. On the other hand it is a welcome distraction when I need to recharge. Please, be patient with me when I don't answer right away. I will eventually. And please keep my poor fellow in your hearts and prayers.

Love you guys

[my-sunny-meadow]

Autumn Air

[caitylove]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: William Adama/Laura Roslin Characters: William Adama, Laura Roslin Additional Tags: Melancholy, melancholy musings, Ficlet, Thoughts on Autumn Summary:

Is Autumn the last breath before the darkness?

Just some musings on Autumn :) 

[sladko-gorchivo]

Кога последно вдиша есенната мъгла с пълни дробове?

[sunsbleeding]

[futuristic-koala]

[roses-r-free]

selfshipping in an undensely populated fandom is not for the weak

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[autumn-elwood]

Sometimes you just got to draw a frog yelling "Sluts!" or "You're a cunt!" It distracts from the 50 million tabs playing ping pong in the flesh prison

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

[autistic-autumn]

a train to a european is what a burger is to an american