#jan 2022

[7clubs]

AAI girlies I never quite finished.... still like them though <3

[plumes-merry-critters]

"The utter jealousy in the look of the magpie on the right" - January 2022

[dogtchu]

Clutches chest

[demonic-maru-art]

Doki Dokis

[radioelly]

i cant stop fcukcing drawign him

[daisiesonafield-blog]

[krys-does-art-stuff]

Wow, rude. This really did some numbers in it's original run on twitter and tumblr

January 2022

[i-did]

I read your profile name and bio and for a few seconds, I re-felt the pain of that moment in canon

Your account made me feel things

Yeah I really feel like Nora did a good job of having super simple words or scenes be very powerful. One of my favorite scenes of all time is when Neil is waking up Post-Eden's and groggily says "Mom?" because to Nicky it's silly and a little cute and embarrassing that this hung over 19 18 year old is missing his mom and calling out for her, but as a reader, its really powerful knowing that when Neil is most vulnerable and delirious he calls out for her confused.

[cocotome]

Look at these Free babies!! So precious! They literally refuse to age lol!

[mothric]

at the start of the year - January 3rd - I lost them.

well- I already had. I do not know when. it may have been September, June, February. in the dark of night, breath held, they set to the task of packing up their belongings - words, thoughts, fears - heart, mind, tangled gut - zipping them all up and tiptoeing out the door with utmost care, so as not to disturb me.

by the time I felt the draft upon my neck, noticed the stillness in the house, it was too late.

I did not know this.

I lit a few paper lamps, their light soft and gentle. released them into the sky, and waited.

some people are like cats, I thought. time and space and respect, and they will come round.

January 3rd - a bottle rolled to shore.

elated, hands trembling, I opened it,

--and crumbled.

folded over McDonald's fries, counting my breaths, blinking through blurred vision. a pathetic sight no stranger would be rude enough to encroach on.

it didn't seem fair. for months they'd been sitting on their heels, carefully removing the scaffolding, one block at a time. I only got to feel it topple, all at once, messy and cluttered, my lungs rattling with confusion.

fear of rejection always coiled around them, such a present and familiar weight it was almost easy to forget it was there. easy to assume I had some special privilege that would keep it from rearing its head, as long as I stayed gentle and reassuring enough. but anxiety doesn't work that way. it is a creature - instinct - both prey and predator - always alert, poised to cut and run, drop to the ground, hiss and swipe - always feeding on its host, ever desiring to swallow and subsume them into itself. no matter how much work is done to tame it, instinct remains.

I will never know what I said or did that spurred them to fold up and blink out of sight. they didn't want me to know. but I think, in the end, it wouldn't have mattered. when you are convinced you are hated, convinced you will one day hear the terrible words drop from your loved one's mouth, removing yourself feels like the right choice. I will reject myself before you have a chance to, you think. I am doing you a favour. it is not right. but it feels right.

this was a casualty of anxiety. I do not have it in me to blame them for something I understand too well.

but it aches. it clings to your ribs, losing a friend. you can't just stop caring about someone who's settled into your life as slow and gentle as erosion. the shape of them lingers when they leave. you hear a song, read a joke, see a show you know they'd love, and the wind whistles in the hollows.

I wish I could etch the truth into their bones, make them know it on a molecular level. you are loved, and my love for you is greater than this. but no amount of saying this can force neurons to fire any differently.

I still keep the line open, just in case another bottle shows up. still keep my hand open, just in case I might find theirs in it again.

[aeaeaexxzd]

me and my baby

[7clubs]

My full comic for @unfoldingmelodyzine!

[plumes-merry-critters]

"After the rain, she appears in the blue sky" - January 2022

[americanvampyre]

     Orin grew up in a semi-normal household, albeit one that was constricting and suffocating, encouraging the development of the man he becomes in the future. Restricted to the confines of his mother's outrageous dietary plans, obsessions with the welfare of her son, his father's angry rants and lectures, Orin finds solace in taking control, and feeling more powerful and strong, to combat the feelings of weakness and vulnerability, manifesting into something evil and wild.

[sticker-books]

[radioelly]

the things that couldve been if cas and charlie were allowed to be buddies for more than what. five minutes?