#it’s like… ok. 🤠 like i just want to scream a little bit that’s all. im so burned out that im a crumb of soot rn
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if i could just get like 3 more hours of sleep every night. maybe even 2. i would be so powerful
#purrs#this week is so fucked bc i teach on tuesdays and stay late on wednesdays but then we have a late night program on thursday and again… i#cannot stress this enough… last week was a 6-day long shit show that a 2-day weekend was not NEARLY enough to recover from. and today i have#back to back meetings from i think like.. 11-3 and im double booked from 2-3 and have no time to eat lunch. and we haven’t even started#prepping facilitators for tomorrows program or putting together materials or anything. i wish we could just take a break. like im so#UNBELIEVABLY tired. UNBELIEVABLY. i just want to sleep. i love spending time w my colleagues but that’s like the only thing i look forward#to every day at this point like i literally just want to go to sleep. and im so bitter bc ppl are like oh yeah you guys must have had a#rough spring break but then do not expect any less from us after they went to like barceolona or wherever for 5 days while we suffered and#it’s like… ok. 🤠 like i just want to scream a little bit that’s all. im so burned out that im a crumb of soot rn#but we can’t stop until the end of the semester bc we’re teaching and doing a million things and everyone needs us 😍😍😍😍😍😍#delete later
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love your broken foster
Shit.
I did it agin Keefe,
Fell for a guy who betrayed me.
Of course, the fall wasn’t accidental, Cornelio pushed me off a cliff and you weren’t there to catch me. I hung off the cliff as I waited in suspense of his home coming, predictably, he never came back to me. Sound familiar?
Should’ve learnt from you not to do it but I was trying to losen up a bit, that’s what Biana tells me to do. She says, “ losen up a little Sophie, you only live once!” Bullshit. Then again I could die any day knowing me so maybe she’s right, that’s why I asked him out. I didn’t really care when he left me, his hair wasn’t blonde, his eyes weren’t ice blue, his parents weren’t bustards, he hadn’t got a good sense of humour. His name wasn’t Keefe. He left me the old fashioned way, he ran away with a note signed “love, whatever that fuckers name was“ a bit out dated if you ask me, but I’ve never had good taste in things. No matter what I do my life always ends up in a shit storm.
Did y’all get the cliff hanger joke🙉🙈🙊🐵🤠🤠
Oh, and before I forget, it’s the 451st day since you packed your bags and left me with a note wich overflows with lies coated in denial.
Love your overly descriptive Foster
Day 452,
“Hate is a very strong word”
In case you couldn’t tell I’m quoting Edaline Rewen there, yet here I am disobeying my mother as I tell you this.
I hate you.
I hate you so much that I love you.
Ok maybe I don’t hate you I just hate myself for letting you leave. Every time you leave my heart feels more heavy, heavy with the need of you skin against mine. Please come back.
Love your pessimistic foster.
Day 453,
Keefe,
All I ask is one more second with you just a quick hug. I want to see our future written in the stars agin. I want to kiss in the rain and spend hours laughing our heads off. I want you to paint pictures of us and capture very second together while it lasts. But it’s too late for it, All of it. Even if you come back (god I hope you do) things will never be the same. We’ll both be broken shells of the lively kids we used to be. You didn’t deserve that Keefe, you were just a kid. You didn’t do anything wrong, you had good morals and a great personality but they destroyed it. Your parents I hate their guts and I hate everything they did to you. I would trade my whole life plus my soul just to feel that gentle breeze go through me again whilst your fingers intertwined with mine.
Love your sympathetic Foster.
Day 454,
Keefe, Are you there?
those are the four words I have been repeating for what seems like an eternity, wishing with every fibre of my body that you’re okay and that you’ll come home to me. But you won’t . I’ll have to find you, I know it. That is if you’re even alive, i’m beginning to think you’re dead. Please don’t be dead. I’ll kill you if you’re dead keefe, what if you’re just a bed of atoms in the shape of the boy I once loved ? What the hell am I supposed to do? I didn’t even say goodbye.
Love your grieving Foster.
Day 455
Dear Keefe,
Tired. Tired. Tired.
Remember telling me that? Remember me screaming your name at the top of my lungs trying to wake you up trying to bring you back, the real you, not the mind numbingly eccedentesiast guy you turned into, not the Keefe who lost himself after years of being lead into the dark , my keefe the keefe who understands all the misleading shit I say, the keefe who heals invisible wounds and saves live with a few meaningless words wich you say so perfectly that they begin to actually make sense. Please give him back, please return him. Broken or not I want him back. I need him back I will sit there with a needle and thread and sew all the broken seems back together agin if I could just have you back.
Love your impatient foster
456
Yesterday I invited Biana over to hang out for a couple of hours. I went to use the bathroom and when I came back she was clutching my letter Journal, she was on page 2 I ran to her and snatched it off her I don’t know why, I guess it’s because a part of me is still hoping you’ll come back and I won’t ever have to show anyone any of them because I won’t have any reasons to be sad. Or maybe it’s because if you ever did come back and I wanted to show you these it could be just between us, either way she read at least two of them and I totally freaked out. The only thing she said was, “ the cover is ice blue”. It was a statement that I didn’t know how to react to so I told her to leave and I still haven’t tried to reach out of her.
Love your unforgetting foster (yes I know that’s not a word)
Day 457
Dear Keefe,
Hey, I miss you. Respond if you’re alive.o
Love, foster.
Day 458
Dear Keefe,
oh my gosh.
Teirgan, Fitz and I have been working together trying to find you telepathically. Whilst Dex and mr. 🍽️ are trying to do all the techy information stuff to find out where you actually are but I don’t know much about it. Anyways, I was looking for a signal by repeating your name over and over agin and somehow I found one, it was faint and subtle, but I heard it deep in the back of my mind, the voice was strained, desperate almost I focused all my attention on it. It was saying one word and one word only, “ foster?”.
Love, your hopeful foster.
Guys, that was the last one for now but thank you all so much, I hope you liked them!!🫶🏻I might do more letters set before day 451 but y’all can tell me if you want that or not. There is a continuing fan fiction I wrote which is about Sophie finding Keefe and it’s Basically what I wanted to happen in stellarlune so sorry if it’s a little cringey but when I was waiting for book 9 I decided to write it because I was bored. Also I’m still yet to add it to Ao3 but I will soon. I’ll go into more detail about my head canons in the actual fic but thank y’all so much for reading all of this💗💗💗
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PROSHIPPERS DNI I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!
Other DNIs below.
im approachable and you should talk to me. cue hypnosis. on or off anon. you can literally never talk to me again if you wanted. this is the internet and idk who you are or where you live ok.
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Hello, dear friends and accociates. Welcome to the normal info section.
hiii. I'm tabs. I'm suuuper gay(asexual panromantic). I'm also an artist. Any scorn or prejudice will be promptly ignored. Criticism will be looked over as long as its constructive. i am american 🇺🇲🏈🦅🤠
profile picture forever and always by me. unless this message changes in which im not using my own art as a pfp anymore.
fun facts:
im not a stoner but a lot of people think i am
i <3 maximalism and i want to be cecil palmer
in an ideal world i would be a clown
Status:
dude i AM the stress ball
About me:
I have a bunch of OCs, and I'm writing so many (unfinished)books... Yeah, that's right. I like to suffer and die creatively TWICE!! I can not be helped. I'm just goofy like that sometimes. I hate most non canon ships for fandoms im in, but I'll probably just go "ew" and leave you alone(depends on the ship, really). I haven't been tested for autism or ADHD but enough things line up, so I'm like 80% sure. The 20% is self-doubt. I like to dress fancy, and my general look is deep woods cottagecore that has recently drank from the lake of maximalism. You won't see pictures of me, probably, because my room is NOT clean. Sometimes, I vent on here, but that's because I am the only demographic this blog needs. I love you, too, but your feelings are only being considered a little bit. I use tone tags every now and then if I feel I would be misunderstood. On that note, I am more likely to ignore or ask for clarification if you say something rancid or silly than get on your ass about it.
Those Days:
I'm gonna be making a comic called Those Days about a small town old gay couple, Scott and Rodney, telling their life's story. They've been friends since their sophomore year in high school, and they've seen a lot. Scott was a punk, to say the least.
For the actual comic, you'll need to thosedayscomic, the blog I made for the comic.
^^ I'm currently working on the first issue. I do have lots of art of them though.
Tags for my comic:
those days, those days comic. also any character names first and last.
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Current Fixations:
Camp Here and There (Waiting for S2)
Welcome to Night Vale (all caught up)
The Magnus Archives (help)
The Magnus Protocol (screaming)
Good Omens (wkealt. wbotpfalt.)
Malevolent (blood covered screaming crying throwing up)
What's Currently Crippling:
Malevolent. good god.
Also:
I love interaction! I will always discuss my interests, and l o r e when asked. In other words, PLEASE TALK TO ME !!!
i use ibispaintx btw and i watch the ads for my brushes
things you can do with my art:
- You can use my art as a pfp or banner on any social media(if u rlly want to) excluding twitch and yt if u have a channel AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME
- you can use my art for like. wallpapers and edits or wtv. i dont care if u post them w credit as long as you arent selling them.
things you can NOT do with my art:
- repost w/o credit
- actually just steal my art
- use it to train ai
- use it for anything commercial unless ive either a) given you permission or b) you commissioned/traded me or i gave it to you for free (this includes twitch and yt if you have an active channel that you post/stream on)
if any of this comes up i will start using watermarks again even though i usually dont cause no one is stealing from me rn.
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Art Requests/Asks: Open!!
Art Trades: Open!!
DMs: Open(as long as you arent a creep or an asshole obviously)
(cant do commissions because the world hates me but dont be shy to trade me. not particular on what i get back as long as i made someone happy. cause it feels amazing to see something i did made someone happy)
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DNI LIST because I'm a little hater:
proshippers (what the fuck. what the actual fuck. fictional or not.)
active members of the hazbin/helluva fandom(if i am reminded of that shitshow when you interact with my page UTAFSHBDBDBDJNSJAGAHAOSHHAGA)
racists, sexists, homophobes, transphobes, etc
pro-israel.
18+ blogs (a whole minor)
those problematic "sexualities" (ex. super straight, MAP, zoosexual)(also RCTA what the fuck)
people who fake disabilities/mental illness
people who actively misuse words that describe mental illnesses even though they are well informed about that sort of thing
those fucking people who ruin pretty houses and antique furniture and old clothing. fuck you.
people who write smut about canonically sex repulsed asexual characters(jonathan sims) and just people who decide they dgaf about anything like that. bi-erasure, aro-erasure. anything erasure. i hope youre having a terrible day.
sydelijah shippers get out.
(this one is unserious) people who dont deadname twitter
PRO HOA YOU DONT EVEN BELONG ON TUMBLR FUCK YOU I HOPE MY FUTURE SOMEWHAT UNATTAINABLE MAXIMALIST HOME PISSES ON YOUR BABY
people who are mean to me. i havent had any yet but just in case. if you disagree with my take, thats ok bc you arent the demographic for my blog. I AM!!!! /silly srs
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Here's my sick tags:
artisticmenace - anything that is a post by me
menaceartisticity - art and art related things
themenaceuseswords- text posts. i say shit sometimes.
themenacerants - my new tag for when i lose my shit
menaceencouragement - words of solace and encouragement from me
menacepoetry - poetry/songs yeah. probably sad stuff cause im miserable sometimes
menacescrawling - writing. oh buddy boy.
menacemusicality - im a choir kid what do you want from me
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Thank you, I love you.
going to collect these things because why not
credits, top to bottom:
butterscotch-goat
cowboyinternist (2)
#intro and info#introductory post#artisticmenace#themenaceuseswords#menacepoetry#menacearticity#menaceencouragement#themenacerants#menacescrawling#menacemusicality
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