#trying again

[whampersan]

Sorry Quincy, you're dressed as the smallest (and cutest) predator of the bunch!

[brain-gains]

30 May 2025🍂

I studied 10 hr and more. Basically did math cp 1,and 3. Although i woke up late i managed to finish it somehow🍁.

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Let's go again!

[fuzzyghost]

[bigbigtruck]

SHOT AND CHASER page 127 is up!

[soapbubbles511]

Happy New Years, bitches

[artworkpandaz]

Finally breaking down and using my screenshots of my Teifling Monk Garridon and Astarion to try my hand at art again .

Haven't been able to draw in awhile because every time I try to create original art I've hated it....

Wish me luck 🤞

[pitchswift]

did we ever find out if baz told his father and fiona that the mage killed natasha? or he just never told them that??.?. because i cannot remember it happening. and ive sort of been believing that he never told anyone other than simon and penny.

[brain-gains]

31 May 2025🍁||

~I love the mess i creat while studying🖤

Today i studied 9 hr.Had one exam it Didn't go so much well,but real win is on never giving up💪.so,i will try again.

Basically i did math today too.finishing cp 4 revise+ cp 10. Although cp 7, 9 is left i will do it soon and share progress😊.

#Not dying from fear till i actually die✌️.

[skunkes]

nooooo why did tumblr hide my post from the dashboard....it didnt even have anything flaggable

[polengl-blog]

April 8 11:47 PM Somewhere between wanting and waiting

Tonight we talked about babies.

It started with something simple — my brother and his girlfriend are expecting next month. And then he said it. He wants kids with me. I don’t know why that hit me the way it did. Maybe because I haven’t allowed myself to think of that possibility in a long time. Not since everything fell apart.

I asked if he meant now. He said, in two years. And that sounded okay — two years gives time, space. Two years sounds like something I can hold without panicking. But then he asked if there’s a “cut-off” — if there’s a point where it becomes too late for me.

I told him what I’ve heard — 35, they say. I’m turning 32 this year. I tried to sound casual, but my heart dropped a little.

Then I asked him, “What if I can’t have kids?” And he said, “I want to have kids.” And I understood.

I told him I do too. But I also told him about my hormonal imbalance. About how maybe my body won’t make it easy for me. And he just said — “We can work it out.”

That one line undid me. I cried.

Not because of him, not entirely. But because I suddenly realized how much I had buried. How much of me still aches for a family. How I once believed it would come easily, naturally — and how my past taught me otherwise. I thought I had given up on that dream after my last relationship. It felt like something I had to let go of just to survive. But now it’s coming back — cautiously, like a flower blooming in late winter. And that terrifies me.

Because I know now: no matter how much I want something, I can’t control how it all turns out.

I want to believe in this. In him. But I also don’t want to drown in expectation again. So I’m learning to stay in the present. To breathe in what is, not what might be. And still — there’s grief. Grief for the time I lost. For the version of me who thought she’d have a child by now. For how my body might betray me. For how love once did.

But tonight, I also felt something else: relief. That someone wants what I want. That someone sees me, and still says, “We’ll work it out.”

I’m scared. I’m hopeful. I’m healing. And I’m still here.

And maybe — for now — that’s enough.

[starlonga]

ig : @ starlonga

[storm-in-a-shotglass]

i keep telling myself to stay grounded.

don’t float. don’t dream. don’t start building castles in the clouds with someone who might not be planning to stay. because i’ve done that before—handed over my heart just to watch someone drop it like it wasn’t something i spent years carefully holding together.

And yet… here they are.

with soft words and steady hands.

with patience where others had pressure.

with this quiet, gentle energy that makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, i’m not too much to carry.

i don’t trust easily anymore. love feels like a burned-down house i still smell smoke from. but they… they feel like rain after the fire. they make me want to peek out from behind the walls i’ve built. they make me want to believe in good mornings, in late night talks, in not being left.

i’m scared. but i’m also curious.

what if this time, it’s different?

what if this time, i get to keep the soft?

[pluumed]

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[sweetpeapoppy]

“Hello, my name is Andrea, I’ve come to pick up Fernando's things.”