#swimming mask

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

[z0mbugs]

⛓️ METALOCALYPSE PHONE CHARM PRE-ORDER ⛓️

i am back once again with silly charms for that one metal cartoon, but with more characters this time!! :) this will drop alongside another run of my dethklok slumber party charms, just in case people missed them the first time :’)

🕸️ these will be dropping 8/5 , and will be sold through my ko-fi! i will reblog this post once they’re open with the direct link to the listing , but my ko-fi is always linked on my page!!

[talos-stims]

commercial diving | source

[hellish-cruelty]

An icon of French cinema. The versatility of this man knows no bound - beauty, grace and talent. His eyes make magic and God bends a knee to his charms. His presence on screen could make anyone swoon. Alain Delon, rest in cinema.

Movies featured - Purple noon (1960), Le samourai (1967), L'Eclisse (1962), Zorro (1975), Rocco and His Brothers (1960), La piscine (1969), Joy House (1964)

[c86]

via robert_e._jackson

[whale-trawl]

psychopomp goes for a quick swim

[facelesscharactersoftheday]

The faceless characters of today is Brainiac from My Adventures with Superman

[svetzzi]

doodle I am Posting

[stray-the-therian]

Seal mask !!

I'm so happy with how it turned out, it took me days to make this piece of gear

I'll be adding eyes and little sea shells and fake pearls later too :3

*happy noises*

Making of on tt

[z0mbugs]

🕸️ SHOP NOW OPEN 🕸️

this includes the metalocalypse phone charms pictured above, as well as a second run of my slumber party charms due to popular demand!!! grab em while you can!!! thank you!!!

[2voodoo4u2b]

[fathercharlesoffdensen]

"He's been gone for such a long time /

Now he's back and things will be fine /

You're gonna be sorry you were ever born /

'Cause he's kinda big and he's awful strong."

[swimsuitmanaic]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Some masked person was chasing me with a knife. I escaped by swimming through the air.

[icewindandboringhorror]

just a few little bits from the past few days

[canary-song]

Do you think Pete sees all these spiderpeople facing threats that tower over buildings, over worlds, that have power, magic, weaponry he could barely understand the scope of, and shudders?

He's resilient, and damn good at what he does, but they're in a different league - an entirely different game. He's got political corruption to battle, but other spiderpeople face truly fantastical monsters.

Do you think he felt, perhaps... unprepared, out of his depth, fragile, small, gleaning the scope of 1610's Rogues Gallery + Collider?