#it's windy outside

[multiversemittens]

My new best wizard friend Kevin has arrived! And on Midsummer's eve, fitting for a wizard.

He is very cute and such good quality. He shall defend our home and do my taxes. I hope the next plush will come soon so he can have a friend.

[battle-subway-ghost]

Taking my Rapidash on my stupid daily walk for my stupid mental health

[shima-draws]

Me: Finally home! Now I can draw >:)

My body, on the verge of collapse: Or you could take a nap

Me, crawling into bed: Or I could take a n

[theblueeyedeagle]

Gio at the cathedral!

Mans kept closing his eyes every time I paused his animations so have a little collection. Someone please get this man some allergy meds and some ferrous glucosamine asap.

[miscellaneous-dragon-art]

it fucken WIMDY

[m-eltdown]

[flamboyant-king]

Cammy is real!? 🌺

Photographed by: est_photoz on instagram 🌷

Edited by: me and my phone 🌸

[fossette-promenade]

When I'm not wearing lolita... I'll wear proto lolita

I'm obsessed with this MILK dress from the 2000s I bought for only $20... it fits perfectly!

[ofliterarynature]

Birthday read!

[mildmayfoxe]

YAAAAY I AM SITTING ON A PATIO OUTSIDE ENJOYING THE BEAUTIFUL WEATHER & I AM BEING BROUGHT A BEAUTIFUL COCKTAIL

[rosenfey]

🕯️⚓ also playing a game set on a small fog-covered island in the middle of nowhere actually hits so much more when you ARE staying on a small fog-covered island in the middle of nowhere irl ⚓🕯️

[darkside-0f-the-sun]

ladies, ladies, one at a time😏😘😉

[writhe]

having a hard day for no reason (it’s cold, the grief does not end, etc) and i’ve just been sitting really angrily on the floor for like 3 hours painting a piece of cardboard absolutely seething feeling so fucking pissed off at like 20 people

[whosname]

[Id. Digital drawing of Gintoki as a very wet cat, resting on a wood board, tired from all the trying to swim and failing miserably. End Id.]

Sopping wet Gin Nyan arting.

[Id. Digital drawing of non-amused cat Gintoki as a fluffy floating ball of fur. End Id.]

On the boat, after a very long hair drying session.

[unawakening-float07]

it is wild how much better i feel about myself now that i can visibly see new hair growing and my bald areas filling in

[antisocialgaycat]

me??? procrastinating by writing a really shitty story???? no fuckin way

@elemelom

I don’t know why I climbed the tree. More importantly, I don’t know how I’m going to get down. I’m quite high off the ground and the wind is really starting to pick up. I can see the sun setting over the horizon, and if I wasn’t so stressed right now, this would really be quite peaceful.

It’s been 15 minutes and I’m still sitting here. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the courage to climb down. The wind has matted my hair and my eyes are watering, but my hands are frozen to the branch I’m sitting on and I really don’t want to look down.

It’s been 16 minutes and I looked down and now I’m shaking, both out of fear and because the wind is getting stronger and stronger. What if I fall? I don’t have my phone up here, and even if I did I wouldn’t be able to call for help because I’m holding on to this branch like that’s somehow going to do anything. I wish I were able to do anything right now.

It’s been half an hour and it’s fully dark out now. The wind is stronger than ever and I think this tree might just blow over. At least I can’t see the ground anymore. That’s a win right?

It’s been 45 minutes and I’m so so tired. I would probably fall asleep right here if I wasn’t trying so hard to not get blown out of this goddamned tree. The only thing that’s keeping me going right now is the thought of going home and having the hottest shower of my life. This wind is going to be the death of me.

It’s been an hour and a half and I don’t want to be alive anymore. I can’t feel my face and I think my hands might be permanently frozen to this branch. My ass hurts from sitting for so long but I don’t dare move because what if I fall?

It’s been 2 hours and I really do hate being alone with my thoughts. There’s nothing worse, I think, than having nothing to do but think. It really plays tricks on your mind.

It’s been 3 hours and I’m just about ready to jump out of this tree. I don’t care if I die. You know how I said that having nothing to do but think plays tricks on your mind? Yeah I’m feeling that now. The wind is howling even louder but I swear I can hear the voices of people chanting which honestly scares me a little. I hope it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. Well, even if it weren’t it’s not like these people would find me, sitting half frozen at the top of a tree. Good lord I’m an idiot.

It’s been who knows how long and I know I’m not going to make it out of here alive. I think I’m crying, but I can’t feel my face so I’m not really sure. I don’t think I can move a single muscle and my mind is going to all kinds of places that it shouldn’t. There are much better things to be thinking about than your old best friend who ghosted you or how the person you like has a crush on your best friend. But you know, when you’re stuck in a tree and you can’t move you have to do something to keep yourself occupied.

It’s been far too long and maybe I could climb down. Maybe I could be like the hero of a story and get myself out of here. Maybe I was exaggerating earlier and I’m not even that far off the ground. Maybe I will see tomorrow. Unlikely, though.

At least the wind has stopped a little.

It’s been maybe 6 hours, maybe more and I don’t even know if I’m alive. The wind picked back up and the branch I’m on is swaying more than before. What if it breaks? I don’t want to die. It sounds so trivial but I’m scared. I really am. What if I don’t see another sunrise?

It’s been at least 8 hours and I’m so hungry. Why did I climb this tree? What was I even trying to achieve? If I get through tonight I’m never going near a tree again.

It’s been maybe 9 hours, maybe 10 and I’ve started counting out loud. I can’t hear the sound of my voice over the roaring of the wind in my ears, but at least I have something to do and I know that I’m alive for now.

I’ve counted up to 10 million and back now. I swear the wind keeps getting stronger. The tree I’m in is swaying in the wind and it’s creaking so loudly I can hear it. I think the chanting’s come back too, but it’s more of a whisper than it was last time. I’m losing it.

It’s getting lighter, I think. The wind is still as strong as ever, but at least I can see.

The sunrise is beautiful from up here. Almost as soon as the sun arrived, the wind stopped entirely. I can feel myself thawing out but I’m not quite ready to move yet.

I’ve been sitting in the sun for about half an hour when I feel the wind start again. Seriously? I think to myself, letting out a weary sigh.

Almost as quickly as it started, the wind stops. The branch creaks to my right and when I look over I see what looks like a teenage girl of about 16 sitting there, rapidly flickering in and out of sight. “Who are you?” I demand, but she only smiles in response, extending her hand out to me. Slowly I reach out to take it, and when I do, I feel the warmth practically radiating from her incorporeal body. I ask the question again, this time filled with curiosity, not anger, and she answers.

“I’m the wind. And I do apologise sincerely. I had a bad day yesterday and I took it out on you. Would you like to get down from here?” I nod, slightly stunned, but at this point I’ll believe anything. She shuts her eyes for a brief moment and just like that, I’m slowly drifting to the ground. Once my feet touch solid earth I collapse and lie there for a moment, taking in the feeling until I roll over onto my back and look up. I see Wind wave a small goodbye and then disappear. I don’t know why I climbed that tree. I don’t know how I survived. I don’t know what just happened, but I do know that I’m going to go home and eat some soup and have a hot shower then sleep until tomorrow. I don’t think I ever want to see a tree again.