#i dont want to dig a grave

[lucithecrow]

So my mum is going to Japan with my brother and my dad is going on a work trip to Germany so imma be home alone for 6 whole days (this is NOT an invitation to figure out where I live and kill me, btw. Unless u just wanna hang out then by all means ig) and one of our goats is pregnant.

I pray to all helpful beings out there that this baby goat lives bcs I am NOT digging a grave for a baby goat all alone, fuck that.

(I will if I have to, of course, but pls don't make me do that-)

[skishie]

drew @hydatiid ‘s versions of them,,,, 

[ganondoodle]

realized i painted half the environments on the first pages of chapter two in the wrong color and it kinda deflated the determination i had to push myself to get the first comic update out asap :/

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

more. i dont like making aus like this except i have to get to the end of it so itll all be rounded out. i drew a lot of these and they brought me joy

these all kinda flow into one another so they go in one post but they arent consistently colored or paneled. well who cares. i need to see them

its an alternate ending of this(x) and a continuation of this(x). i have too many comics falling around.

[false-anomaly]

Thinking about the INSANE moral grey area of the thg victors at the minute,, these scared, small children killed 23 (or 47) other equally scared, small children in order to make it out alive. Every year afterwards the wound that is the games gets ripped open and they have to go about closing it up all over again. They can never escape the blood of the other scared little kids on their hands. They are being punished by the Capitol, made to watch other kids do what they did, for something the Capitol made them do in the first place. If they want the kids to die because they don't want them suffering the way a victor does for the rest of their lives, then they're uncaring & complicit in the tributes death. If they get the kids out, they're signing the tribute up for a life of misery. No winning. No moral high ground. Just a train ride that never stops.

[vergilmayhoard]

sometimes i hate everyone and my life and sometimes i think it would be better if i just died at this point

[spookythesillyfella]

HEY! JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU’RE AN AMAZING FRIEND. even if things feel overwhelming right now i do promise there’s a brighter future waiting for you. it’s gonna take some tim and yeah it’s probably gonna be a rough ride.. . but you’ll never have to face it alone. i'm not going anywhere?? if I have to mail you a box of kittens to prove it , i will!!! please keep going. i know you got it in you oh by the way. (whispers) when you feel like it. you should share more about your au! probably got me hooked on the storyline i won't even lie.. i'm attached to them all. i need my daily dosage of them to survive. ANYWAYS ILYYY/p !!!!! TAKE CARE

thank you so much for the ask . doll

im really sorry that all my annoying postz prompted you to send thiz ask in the first place . but thank you for taking even a short moment of your day to remember the fact im real – thank you for offering me a small spot in your head

i don't really know if i have any fun au factz to really share – ive been struggling a lot recently with my writing n stuff . so im deeply sorry about that – but i think i can talk about some hv ficz that i am planning to make

my main hv fic [the original one] waz like 40k wordz long and haznt been touched in over a year – ive gotten so distracted with other projectz and so i 1) never got around to finishing it and 2) looking back on it . i really want to rewrite it becauze i feel like my writing style haz changed a lot since back then

i will admit that ive been trying to arrange the whole storyline in a prjsk -esque manner ; the whole structure of everything lookz a little something like thiz :

– main fic ["High Voltage"] [establishing the band . itz characterz . layz down the groundwork for whatz to come]

– brendon focused fic [i will admit that "Team Building Exercise!" kind of fitz the bill here – although we're still a bit far from what i really would've liked to get to]

– shrig focused fic

– tony focused fic

– tracey [and / or colin] focused fic [theze two can kind of count az a double feature . since you cant really touch up on one of them without the other]

– sketch focused fic

– larz focused fic

[the order iznt 100% set in stone also so pleaze take note of the fact that some of theze thingz can . and most likely will . change]

[scamera-writes]

Her. An Essay.

The spring air lies heavy in your lungs as you breathe in deeply, the bright smells assault your nose and waves of nostalgia roll off the hills. You know this is her favorite season so you’ve dressed prepared for the chill in the air.

It's a long walk to the meadow with a shovel in hand and wheelbarrow pushed in front of you, but you do it. When you get there, a girl smiles up at you from where she is playing in the grass.

You know her age, but do not say it. You know her name, but do not say it. You know her, but do not say it.

She says hello in that sweet mellow tone that sounds so foreign yet so similar and tastes like syrup on your tongue. Her eyes are wide and shining, but blissfully not tear stained- like your own- and her cheeks are round with a warm flush as her smile softens.

You do not meet her eyes, those same beautifully colored eyes that match yours, searching for a hint as to what you’re doing here. You gaze across the meadow instead but still catch a glimpse of her blue denim overalls and green shirt.

They match your own in a way.

You finally say hi back and take the shovel to the dirt under a beautifully perfect sycamore tree that arches into the sky; it rises before the two of you, right in the middle of the meadow. The dirt stains your clothes as you drop to your knees, using your hands more than the shovel to dig at the layered earth.

You hear soft footsteps behind you but don’t look up from your work. To your side you see the girl walk up to you again and she places a small flower behind your ear before grinning and moving to lay in the sun near you.

You pluck the flower out from behind your ear to examine it. A white petunia. A wistful familiarity to the flower washes over you and you tuck it back behind your ear before moving back to the freshly unearthed dirt.

You can feel her watching as you dig this pit, you hate the feeling of dirt under your fingernails. The mud cakes on your hands and crackles with every movement; it makes your skin crawl but you don’t give up now. After a small hole is dug, you grab the large stone and tools brought in the wheelbarrow and begin to carve. She sits next to you now, her smaller hands grip a rock in her own palms and she plays with it gently.

You carve a name you didn’t think you’d ever write again into the rock and place it at the top of the pit. She recognizes the name, tips her head smiling gently, and in an understanding manner she stands up.

And walks away. Around the back of the sycamore tree she disappears and then reappears.

She plucks a sycamore leaf off the ground when she´s visible again and looks up as you smile at her. She drops the leaf into the hole you've dug, then helps you repack the layers of sediment that you both know you’ll unearth again, in the future, to be intertwined together in the end.

But not now. Now, the earth is resealed and she smiles sweetly, laying a makeshift bouquet of petunias and poppies with a gentle hand.

You get up and hold a hand out for her, she doesn't look away from the earth you've both just moved and instead runs her hands over the top of the rocks again before sighing with a big smile. She gets up and grabs your hand, it's so much smaller and softer than yours yet you can still feel the dirt on both of your hands.

She grips your hand a little tighter, following your lead as you walk towards home, flower still tucked behind your ear you notice a matching flower behind her own. And you smile.

When you get closer to the house, her eyes are wide with soft recognition, a place so familiar to the both of you yet it feels cold and empty at the same time. You invite her inside again, it's been so long for you both, still the house is like an old friend, in a way. You hold open the door and she steps through.

She walks over to the dinner table and sits down at the far side, gesturing for you to sit on the other but you shake your head politely.

You aren't ready yet.

You ask if she’d like a drink, and she nods. You already know what she would like so you don’t have to wait for her to tell you. Passing over the tall glass with ice clinking in it feels like a ritual. You don't want to let go. You do. You sit down across from her.

You know what's coming next and it's hard. You know you have to accept it. Losing her again won't be easy but you know it's not permanent this time.

She takes small sips of her drink, smiling over to you but neither of you attempt to make small talk anymore, you both know how the interaction will end.

And it's not bittersweet. Neither of you are upset. She is content in a way you don’t think you quite understand yet. But you think you feel complete, whole and peaceful for possibly the first time in your life.

It's enjoyable to watch her glowing eyes look at you with respect and admiration, to be able to grow into what you did makes her heart beat with something adjacent to love.

And as you leave the house, knowing you will be reunited in the end, to be buried in love & hate, happiness & anger, and warmth & heartache. You know it's love. It's always been love.

For her.

-Her. An Essay. (By me)

Happy trans visibility day. This is an ode to the girl I was. We will be buried together in the end. I love you, take care.

[twodragonsinatrenchcoat]

I have Five months rent if I quit.

Five months is long enough to get a job or. Take some classes or something.

[pixelkip]

Ok yknow what next person to say "trumps definitely gonna win 😔" is getting strangled. I'm so sick of this. Every one of this kind of post ive seen is literally indiscernable from the shit Republicans are posting about how theyre soooo sure he's gonna win. I'm BEGGING you to think about this for 2 seconds and realize that convincing people that we're doomed to a trump presidency is exactly what maga fuckos want. They want us to be discouraged enough to just give up and not even try to get whoever fucking else into office. If you fall for that shit and start parroting it yourself I'm assuming youre either a psyop or just a straight up grade A fool. Keep your doomposting to yourself suck it the fuck up and go vote for the lesser piece of shit this November or I kill you with hammers.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

Omggg I know you're not super active here anymore but I've been meaning to send an ask for a while but kept procrastinating for some reason 😭 anyway, I just wanted to say that I've been following you since 2019 and even though I'm not really in the Haikyuu fandom anymore besides looking at occasional fanart, I still love rereading your works every now and then!! I always feel bad because I never used to interact with any of my favourite writers to show appreciation even anonymously so I wanted to do it now :) cannot tell you enough how much your writing made me like obsessed with being on tumblr 😭 eventually i began following hundreds of ppl so the dash became impossible but I'd check yours daily omg i miss that sm it was a vibe 💀 anyway sorry for rambling i just wanted to say thank you for all the content and for being here bc i loved all your posts even outside of writing and I hope that everything is going well with you!! ❤️❤️

this is the nicest ask ive ever gotten wtf im gonna cry???? ur so sweet thank u so much i appreciate this it made me so happy to read. i miss the 2019 vibes so much </3333 this blog was so popping and i loved every second of it!!!!!! i wrote so many shitty stories i miss those days!!!!! i’m glad my blog is still a place u come to from time to time. it makes me so happy that this blog made others as happy as it made me<333 even though my glory days are over now im still around and i still love this place<33 and im proud of all the things i did here :)) maybe one day i’ll dust off the old Fandom Reviving hat and bring the haikyuu fandom back.....maybe...one day.....

[brehaaorgana]

As a bisexual (mixed race) former academic w degrees in museum studies/art history & also former employee at an archaeology museum, WHEW......

[kaleschmidt]

ithink more people should reference ocs more when they speak. even those that aren't their own. like that happened to my good friend terrie one time

[phagodyke]

I love to talk but I rly do feel like we have to be talking for a minimum of 8 hours straight before I feel like I can even begin to rly broach things on my mind or that have been bothering me a lot that I actually want to talk abt without being vague or deflecting or omitting or lying and if the conversation takes a break at any point it resets back to 0 and its still nice regardless but.

[itsalwaysdark]

i wish there was a way for me to likeee. semi change this one thingin this one mod. but 1 im not a modder 2 i feel like thats disrespectful. i just want sort of an inbetween between the game and this mod but that is not a thing that exist... sigh