#this is all i do now

[stopstopstopit]

band of brothers text posts (ft. Dick and Nix) 15/?

[puppetsh0w]

my current save

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #4

see my masterpost for what came before this. this drabble takes place long before the events of my fair lady. prompted by @crispysnake. inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medieval au.

Keyleth can hear her governess calling her from the garden terrace, and she giggles and ducks lower among the branches. From up here, she can just make out the small speck that must be Miss Gemma, who is insistent that Keyleth begin her Ancient Abyssal studies, even though they are dreadfully boring and require her being cooped up in the castle all afternoon instead of where Keyleth would actually rather be, which is right here, high in the branches of the cherry tree on the edge of the grounds. Honestly, it is silly of Miss Gemma not to look here first for Keyleth, because she is always being caught here, and Miss Gemma is always very cross with her for it.

Keyleth decides to crawl up higher, hoping that maybe being closer to the whistling summer winds will make it more difficult to hear her governess's chastising tone. Up here, the air smells delicious, like cherries and flowers and the sun. Sometimes, when Keyleth closes her eyes, the wind will touch her forehead just so, and she swears she can remember what it felt like when her mother kissed her there before bed.

It has been two years, just about, and Keyleth still cries for her mother at night. She knows she shouldn't—she's seven now, and far too old to be crying in the dark like a baby—but she can't help it. The shadows seem to loom farther, the castle seems to creak louder now that she cannot slip into her parents' chambers and snuggle into her mother's arms.

Keyleth's stomach twists at the thought of it. It isn't as though she doesn't want to go to her father when the terrors of night creep in. She just knows how busy he is, how little sleep he gets as a result of his duties as sovereign. Miss Gemma tells her all the time how she must not be too much of a burden for her father, lest the entire nation feel the consequences. Keyleth knows she is being a burden now, clambering up this tree instead of sitting dutifully in her lessons, but she wants to soak up as much sunshine as she can before nightfall, so that maybe the sunlight will stick with her in the dark.

She plucks a cherry blossom from one of the highest branches and presses it to her nose. The scent reminds of her the time her mother took her on a walk through Zephrah to show her the town they lived so near. They stopped at a sweet shop, and the nice lady behind the counter gave Keyleth a little bag of hard, sticky candy that nearly glued her teeth shut. Her mother's laugh rang out high and clear as she tried to talk and it came out as gibberish. Keyleth squeezes her eyes shut and tries to live in the memory as long as she can. There's a sharp tug in her chest that she can't identify, but she thinks it means missing her.

The governess's calls are getting closer now, and Keyleth sighs. Ancient Abyssal awaits. She carefully begins her descent down the tree, but just as she's about to reach the bottommost branches, her foot slips, and she is careening through the air toward the ground. She lets out a terrified shriek, her hands outstretched, and then, from nowhere, a strong gust of wind ripples from her to the ground and then bounces back up. This gust immediately slows her fall, and when she hits the ground, she does so with the force of someone who had just toppled out of a low bed and not a towering tree.

Keyleth lays face-down in the grass for a few moments, stunned. She rolls over only when the need for air grows too great, and then she lifts her palms up toward her face to examine. They look as they usually do: small and a bit reddened from all the tree-climbing. Yet Keyleth is sure they must be different now, because they just conjured air, air that saved her from a nasty injury.

"Your Highness!" There are rapidly approaching footsteps, and Miss Gemma, her stern but kind governess, is there, carefully sitting her up. "Did you fall? Are you hurt?"

Still staring at her hands, Keyleth makes a snap decision. "I am fine," she says quietly, brushing her hands on her already dirty skirts. "I am sorry for being late. I'm ready for lessons now." She pushes up and begins walking toward the castle, resisting the urge to inspect her hands more closely. She doesn't know what just happened, but she knows it saved her life, and somehow, she knows her mother is to thank.

[wishfulsketching]

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[beaft]

it is legit bizarre to me how hard video game creators and film directors and showrunners try to pretend that fat people don't exist. can you think of the last time you saw a fat person in a lead role? god forbid a fat woman? i can walk down the street or go into a shop or restaurant and see fat people everywhere but then i switch on the tv and suddenly it's like a glimpse into an alternate universe where no one has a bmi over 24. insidious and weird

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[eydilily]

small victories ^^

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

did it mean anything to you

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[chaichai-draws]

Personally I think that Telemachus permanently and irreversibly changed Athena for the better, more on that at twelve

[stemmmm]

more people gotta try this shit where bill has not improved and will not change but he's just chilling so its fine probably. its great

[chloesimaginationthings]

Everyone loves FNAF music man.. even Michael

[ot3]

i dont like the idea that kids these days are doing their fandom rps with ai chatbots. that's how you're supposed to make lifelong friends as a weird really online teen.

[hinamie]

to moving forward