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Hmm....how hard can large scale mosaic possibly be? I feel like my plans for the room I'm working on could use something really shiny and impactful and maybe I want to make a fold-down cutting table and maybe I want to do it out of mosaic, even though that will be ungodly heavy.
It's a fun idea. I'm not sure if it's a good idea.
I haven't done mosaic since a one-off high school art class but I feel like the component skills are ones I already have, sooooo....
I have been keeping to a blue and gold celestial theme for both my guest room and my art workspaces, because if and when I move those spaces are likely to be combined. Cutting table, even though it would be for a different room, falls in the same vein, so I'm thinking something with a nice dark night sky and maybe some branches or leaves...
#if nothing else#I am likely to bleed less on my project than I did on the one in high school.#i sliced my arm open and bled profusely and never quite got all of it out#the third bedroom in my house is basically a junk room rn because the layout is awful#and i have been rotating that room in my head for weeks trying to see how it fits together in a functional way#it's going to still be storage but also my digital workspace/home for my modern tools#aka four ink printers#the laminator the 3d printer the laser engraver the cutting mats the paper storage#and also random crap like luggage and wrapping paper.#i think im settling on a library/bindery vibe#so loooots of built ins.#on a budget level i cannot afford to start this room for a while yet#and the same is also true on a time management scale#but for each project like this I tend to prefer to have everything fully realized in my head before i start#so im doing that now#mentally putting together lumber cut lists and figuring out if im going to have to buy a jigsaw
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if it were anyone else (e.m.)
warnings: strong allusions to depression, disordered eating/rough relationship with food, mentions of smoking, description of a sort of panic attack. very sad. hurt/comfort? not edited.
wc: 1.6k+
a/n: this is literally entirely self indulgent and written entirely after i sat and cried and thought "i wish i had eddie here right now to hold me". maybe in like thirty minutes tops. this is for me and only me. go figure lol. sorry. yeah. anyways.
if you relate, my askbox is always open, and i'm very sorry you've felt this way as well. i hope you all take care of yourselves. drink some water, call a friend. be kind to yourself.
“I’m worried about you.”
Four words that always manage to strike a certain type of fear in your gut. You don’t know how to react as he says it, how he wants you to react. You can only stare blankly, you can only wish harder for the earth to swallow you whole.
“What do you mean?” you laugh nervously, following it with a hard swallow.
You’re playing dumb. You know it, he knows it. The tremor in your bones and your numb appendages know it, too.
“You’re…” Eddie stalls, licking his lips, letting his eyes rake over you, “You’re getting bad again.”
You’re quick to shake your head, forcing another hollow chuckle from your chest, “It’s not that bad. I’m fin-”
“You’re not fine.”
The look in his eyes could crack your spine if you stare too long. Wet eyes, a trembling bottom lip, worry lines etched into his forehead that you realize might be caused by you.
You’re causing him worry. The last thing you want to do, you’ve accomplished. You’re on a fast-track to becoming a burden – the first step is always acceptance.
You’re still unsure of how he wants – no, needs you to react right now. This conversation is a landmine for both of you, and you hold every breath with every step as you try to navigate it. If you make one wrong step, it could cause an explosion that spares no survivors.
You don’t mind if it tears you apart limb by limb. You do mind if it hurts him.
“How… How do you know that?”
It’s not a sarcastic snipping or defensive deterrence. It’s an unfiltered response of genuineness – you want to know the signs, you want to know what has exposed the rot this time.
And then, maybe next time, you’ll be able to better shield it from him with this knowledge.
“How could I not?” he takes a deep breath in through his nose, and you focus on the flare of his nostrils rather than any of the tears beginning to gather at his waterlines, “It’s been happening for a while now, though, hasn’t it?”
Your throat is a cage, tight and restrictive and ringing with a bitter metallic taste in its tenseness. You can’t respond with words. You can only nod.
He chooses to answer your question more properly now that you’ve admitted it, “You’re cold all the time again. You’re always sleeping too much or too little. You’re smoking again, running yourself into the ground. Picking up distractions like they’re going out of style.”
“Hey, they might be. We never know-” you cut yourself off when your eyes meet his. Now’s not the time for jokes, “Sorry. I… I know. I’m sorry.”
He’s right. Fuck, he’s right.
“I want to ask you something, and I need you to answer me honestly,” his own steps across these landmines are just as delicate, just as feathery light, as your own. You hear it in his tone, see it in his body language. You wish your body could sink into the mattress you’re sitting on the edge of as he crouches in front of you, warm palms connecting with your knees. Grounding you. Tethering you. Holding you back from that sinking you crave. “Are you… Sweetheart, are you okay?”
If anybody else had built up to such a stupid question, you would have laughed in their face. You would have shoved those warm palms right off of your skin and you would have thrown up those ice cold hands of your own, shouted obviously not.
Obviously not. I’m not okay. I’m so far from okay, it’s a bit comical. I am drowning. I am treading in freezing cold waters and I am barely capable of keeping my head above the waves. My engine is fucked, my tank is empty. I don’t think I’d even know how to be ‘okay’ again if you did manage to pull this mangled body of mine from these depths and sat me down on safe, solid ground again.
You can’t say any of this, though. Not because you don’t trust him, not because he would judge you. But because the moment he asks the question that should make you scoff, you let out a sob instead. Something like a muffled, broken wail that tears from deep within you. It had already been ready and poised, laying in wait for a perfect moment like this one to escape.
His eyes aren’t the only glossy ones anymore.
“I-” you start, breathing already stuttering and chest already constricting, “I- I-”
“Hey,” he palms smooth up your thighs, carrying their warmth with them, as if he were trying to spread it across you. As if he had heard your thoughts. As if he already knew all about those dark, treacherous, freezing waters you were stranded in. All you can do is spew out another cry, strangled as you tried to swallow it down before it entered the atmosphere between you two, “Hey.”
You only notice the tears when you crumple forward and he meets you halfway. Those warm palms, those hands so capable of safety and promise, cup your cheeks and his thumbs make quick work of swiping away the salty streams.
“Hey, baby, breathe for me,” his voice is tragically gentle, “Just one deep breath, okay?”
To demonstrate, you watch his chest expand dramatically, his hands forcing you to keep your eyes on him.
You can’t see through the bleariness.
“C’mon, sweetness,” he encourages again, “One breath. Just one.”
If it were anyone else, you’d turn into a fit of rage at the coddling. You’d break everything in sight. You’d scream until your already burning lungs finally collapsed as they’d been yearning to for so long.
But it’s him. It’s just him, it’s just Eddie.
His chest rises dramatically again, and this time, yours does as well, albeit through stifling hiccups. You’re dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the flood of emotion that was wrecking you.
“There you go!” his voice rises ever so slightly, and when you flinch a bit at the sudden volume, he retracts, “Sorry, sorry. But that’s it, sweetheart. Another one, okay?”
Another breath. Another sob. Another wave of all the pain you’ve been battling off.
You’re cold all the time again. You’re always sleeping too much or too little. You’re smoking again, running yourself into the ground.
He was right and it fucking killed you. None of those are things you could ever shield him from. You didn’t have the heart to pull away those numb and icey fingertips every time he’d reach out for your hand, or try to cover the shivers that managed to rack your bones even in the middle of summer. The sleeping situation had been spiraling, a pendulum of sleepless nights that would end in a sleep so deep that you could have been mistaken for resting with the dead. Maybe the smoking you could have hid, especially when you’d been so boastful about quitting.
You weren’t running yourself into the ground. You had already collapsed into the dirt, you had already joined the worms. You’d buried yourself alive, six feet under, and nothing could have stopped him from sniffing out that scent of decay on you.
The death of a soul and mind. The death of the thing that had propelled you forward for so long. No amount of sweet perfume, or hour long scalding showers, or minty gum to occupy your mind rather than a proper meal, can erase that stench.
You never could have shielded him. He always saw right through you. Always had, always would.
“I’m sorry,” you end up crying out.
You don’t know what you’re apologizing for, but you echo the words again. Over and over, on repeat, until he’s rising from the ground. Until he’s sat beside you. Until his arms are suddenly encasing you and you’re awarded a warmth you didn’t feel deserving of.
He doesn’t smell like the decay you’d surrounded yourself with. He smells like slow waking in the morning, dreary and calm and at a reasonable time. He smells like warm baths that only relax your bones, and don’t have to blister your skin in the process. He smells like three meals a day, all comforting and all effortless and that never linger with a sense of regret.
He’s not decay, never even treading close to death. He’s home. He’s the promise that you could be okay. Even if it isn’t right now.
“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, squeezing you tighter into his chest, not even blinking an eye at the patch of wetness you leave behind from where your cheeks bury against him, “Never apologize. Ever. Not with me, sweetheart. Keep the sorries. I don’t need them.”
If it were anyone else, the holding would have suffocated you. But it’s him. It’s Eddie.
You don’t fight him when he pulls you fully into his lap, situating the two of you comfortably on that mattress.
You don’t know how long you let him cradle you like that. How much of that time is spent filled with your cries, or how many breaths he gently urges you to take with him. He never once has to verbally say what you already know; he never once promises aloud that it’ll be okay. He doesn’t put that pressure on you, not yet. Not today. Not when he knows the journey to okay is still such a long one.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers to you instead, “I’ve got you, now, sweetheart.”
If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t believe them.
But it’s him. It’s Eddie.
And he’s got you, for now and for as long as you need.
#my writing#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson comfort#idk what this is#i hope it flops because fuck is it personal !#i wrote very quickly and did not edit it lol#like my own personal diary entry or therapy session#bleh#very niche and doubt it's relatable lol#but i'm unwell and what good am i if i can't make content#if nothing else#i can create#still good for something maybe i don't know#at least something not awful can come from this storm
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i love this man
#ace attorney#aai2#if nothing else#the localization definitely did eddie justice#he's amazing#aai2 spoilers#zona plays aaic
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Ogerpon deserves the universe and more 👹🍃
#i loved the sv dlcs so much#ogerpon deserved better wA#also it took me too long to realize Ogerpon wasn't genderless and was actually female jksdhg#and i love her lots#mine#my art#sv spoilers#dlc spoiler#if nothing else#ogerpon#pokemon#pokemon sv
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two separate turtles yet two similar mindsets:
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#2012 tmnt#rottmnt leonardo#2012 raph#2012 raphael#2018 leonardo#They have daddy issues in common#if nothing else#tmnt incorrect quotes
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as much as i logically know you can't win arguments with bigots, it's also fun as fuck to watch transphobes online slowly realize they can't win as they dodge my arguments
#tagging for vamp#tw discourse#idk man it's just really funny#self righteous idiots are at least good for entertainment#if nothing else
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If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say ‘But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today. Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
#If nothing else#Iain Thomas#I Wrote This For You#motivation#quotes#poetry#literature#relationship quotes#writing#original#words#love#relationship#thoughts#lit#prose#spilled ink#inspiring quotes#life quotes#quoteoftheday#love quotes#poem#aesthetic#spilled thoughts#relatable quotes#reading#art#romance quotes#shakespeare
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Have you seen all the tweets of fans turning on Neil Newbon in his own stream??
Yeah, my friend sent me a few...
Admittedly, I've been trying to distance myself from BG3-related news, because the fanabse is getting pretty toxic. I mean, fighting over fictional characters is one thing, but I've seen/heard people harassing the VA's and asking them extremely inappropriate questions, as well as turning on them for like... having opinions? Wyll's VA, for example, Theo Solomon, got slammed on his own stream for not wanting to make his entire run about Astarion. Andrew Wincott (Raphael) got stalked and harassed by some artist who got upset that he didn't reblog her art. Amelia Tyler (the narrator) had her voice stolen for NSFW content, which is absolutely disgusting. That poor woman was horrified. I think Devora Wilde (Lae'zel) has also been harassed on her stream a few times, as well as objectified. And I heard Dave Jones (Halsin) was chased off the internet for a while because he shares the same name with a child abuser who also lives in the UK, so people got them confused and started sending him hate? That's what I've heard through the grapevine, anyway. And now I guess Neil Newbon (Astarion) is a homophobic nepo-baby who doesn't know anything about Astarion and just wanted an easy job, according to some fans. 😕
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#if nothing else#leave the VAs alone...#astarion#raphael#lae'zel#halsin#wyll ravengard#neil newbon
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biden announcing a press conference and then being almost a half hour late to it… i hope he’s crying backstage
#him dropping out won’t change a lot#but it would make me feel better knowing he’s miserable#if nothing else
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In all this time I never noticed that these songs are credited as ‘Kendall Roy’. Jeremy Strong took his job so seriously that he got Kendall irl song credits
#so at least ken’s theater kid heart can be proud of that#if nothing else#succession#jeremy strong#kendall roy#yes I am listening to l to the og again. no I did not ask for your opinion on that 😂
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Winter sun breaking through the fog for those who need a little light today!
#Sometimes I think I am alive just for the view#If nothing Else#Sun#photography#nature#Winter#I also made a Video btw you guys qanna see the Video?#Also click for better quality
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Look if NOTHING else… I want more Caitlyn & Jinx banter during season 2. Like the dialogue they have with each other in game is Hilarious and I want more of it.
#arcane#arcane season 2#if nothing else#Caitlyn vs jinx#banter#Netflix#November is too far away#i want it now
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I only have 1 question, do I need to schedule a therapy appointment for right after TAMN ends????????
Nooooo, surely not. Except, well- hm... maybe. Mayyyyybeeeeee. - 🔒
#we want it to be a nice ending we really really do#it's important to us! we think about it a lot#and what happens afterwards...........#TAMN beloved...#TAMN asks#anonymous#if nothing else#it will hopefully be a SATISFYING ending :3 -Key
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i have come to the conclusion that love is the ultimate purpose on this earth. my greatest mistakes have come from not loving something when it became hard to do so. my soul is enriched by every being i love. in my most difficult moments i am pulled towards something resembling hope always by the love of others, be that a friend, a stranger, or a poet
#Sorry to be extremely sappy on main but i need to express this#as a constant reminder to myself#if nothing else#i fail constantly to be good at loving this world and others but i must continue to try every single day#nothing is more important to me#posts that have been sitting in my drafts for one year#don't know what she was talking about but guess i should listen to her#kal speaks
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seeing the 'tumblr live is shutting down' banner every time i refresh the page is like a beacon of light and hope in the distance
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