#but it’s fineeeeee

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Marcia’s home life, a yap, by yours truly:

Marcia’s family used to be happy. Her parents were home enough to spend time with her, make family dinners, just enjoy each other’s presence.

Then when she was about 8, everything shifted. Suddenly her parents were always working, they were home less and when they were home, they were fighting. It seemed like they always had something to argue about. But she knew they were working hard, so she sucked it up. And she knew other people had it way worse, so she sucked it up. So when she heard her dad come home and she knew her mom was irritated, she would just go up to her room, close the door, and sit against it, and if she let out a few tears, no one knew.

It was times like this when Marcia longed for a sibling. Or even just a friend. Someone to hold her and tell her it would be ok. So, sometimes she snuck the phone into her room and she called Cherry. Or sometimes it was Paul, just because he was the closest thing to an older brother she had. But she didn’t like to tell them what was wrong, they would just answer the phone and hear her sniffling and asking them to talk about their day or something random that happened.

And as she got older, she got better at ignoring it. She learned to ignore her giant, empty house and her emotionally distant parents. She learned to drown out their loud arguments or sometimes she’d just leave, and she’d walk around her neighborhood. She also tried to reason with herself that she was still happy, after all, these people were the two that would swing Marcia around in the park then lean in to kiss and laugh with eachother. This was just a rough patch, it would pass. Or so she liked to tell herself.

Because she chose to remember what was. That the man screaming wasn’t really her dad. Her dad was the man that would come up and tuck her into bed and read her a bedtime story when she was little. And her mother wasn’t the one screaming, her mother was the woman who would hold Marcia tight when she was sick. Her mother was the woman who taught Marcia how to bake. Her parents were the people ever envied because of how inlove they were and how happy their family was. This wasn’t her family, at least, it’s not how she chose to see them.

[autistic-katara]

is this even still a meme?

[nintendo-killed-atari]

Colin Doodles before I go 💤💤

[allieisacrybaby]

my nurse complimented my earrings today and i complimented her little tag pull thing☺️🫶🏻

[capricoopla]

I just wanted to test some effects

May use it more often

[hajimedics]

these two

[connorsui]

Overweight or fit, it doesn't mattterrrrr

I ENVY HIS WIFEEEEE

I WANT THIS MAN

[gfwooyo]

when fadel believed he was almost free and could live a life of his own one vs the devastation of realizing he'd been right to close himself off from everyone and that by allowing himself to Want he opened himself and his family up to danger. his makeup looking like a tear streak when he's at his happiest and most full of hope for the future vs his actual tears when the rug was pulled out from under him right when he let his guard down.

[clouvu]

What would I give to live where you are? What would I pay to stay here beside you? What would I do to see you smiling at me?

Furinde Little Mermaid AU

[otaku553]

Today I unlocked the ability to spontaneously burst into tears out of stress and existential dread

At least there are cats though :)

[crypticminx]

This. Image. Speaks. VOLUMES. To. Me.

He literally looks like a hot dilf who is running late to his kids soccer game bc wifey wanted Starbucks and he had like no time to put together an outfit so he just ran with that—

[yrsonpurpose]

Jump, then fall, baby. Jump, then fall into me.

[ashchoo]

I need this man so badly chat…

(Edit! Extra doodles)

[ghostboy512]

RISE MCAVOY NATION WE GOT NEW HD CONTENT

[sophia-hunter-of-artemis]

"How come?"

Closed Starter (only for those tagged): Elektra’s Birthday

(heheheheheh i remade Elektra’s blog on my new account as a gift for myself for being sick af and my iPad/laptop breaking. her new intro isn’t done yet but it should be soon!)

(pls lmk if you think you should have been tagged and weren’t!)

Elektra was truly exhausted. She’d been at Camp Jupiter for about three weeks now, and had just been able to fly back to home for the holidays yesterday on the seventeenth.

The seventeenth of December just so happened to be her birthday.

Elektra had just turned eighteen. And she was terrified.

The journey home had been rough —it thunderstormed as soon as the flight took off with absolutely no warning, with the mortals calling it an “anomaly” and being annoyed at the airlines for talking off when they should’ve just delayed the flight. But elektra knew what it was. Not only had she entered her father’s domain, but she’d done it on her birthday, and he knew she was there. Obviously, he wanted to make that perfectly clear.

That wasn't the only reason she was worried though.

Legally, she was an adult now. She didn't like that very much. No, it wasn't because she wanted to hold on the her childhood —if anything she wanted to forget her childhood- but she wanted to be treated under the law as a child. You see, if anything of the murders she accidentally committed with her necklace would have had her been tried as a child, and probably not go to jail for the rest of her life. Until yesterday. If anything of the murders were traced back to her now, they'd come back to bite her. Hard.

You approached her. Maybe to tell her happy birthday, maybe to ask why she’s so tired, maybe something else? You decide.

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@this-lovely-universe @penelope-is-waiting @nobilis-of-norway @sophia-hunter-of-artemis

ngl I cannot remember anyone else rn my brain is fried from having two tests today lmao. just send me an ask or a dm if you notice you’re not here and you should be

[sillylittlepop]

fun fact, my friend got a pick with them right before or after this video i don’t remember