#PLEASE I CAN'T REDO THESE

[redwayfarers]

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you do whatever you want, what do you call it?

Freedom or loneliness?

[vasira96]

haven't been drawing lately, been too busy trying to learn how to crochet

[lazylittledragon]

about to start my yearly critrole campaign 2 rewatch so prepare for me to be absolutely insufferable

[jessicas-pi]

I finally found some time to sit down and listen to music and relax and just not think about anything, but the music I was listening to was the new Taylor Swift album and The Prophecy came on and now I will be thinking about how well it fits that really angsty chapter of Time Heals All Wounds for the next 36 hours.

[frootbyethefoot]

august 28th 1996

[ID: a digital drawing of susie lavoie, julie kostenko, frank morrison, and joey, (in that order) from the legion (dead by daylight.) susie is a white woman with long, split dyed hair, the left side being pink, and the right side being teal, braces, acne. she is wearing a tealish blue hoodie, a red plaid skirt, black tights, and fingerless gloves. she is looking towards the camera and smiling awkwardly. to her right is julie, who is a white woman with long, blonde hair on the right side of her face. she is wearing a black jacket, a gray shirt, a gray hood, and camo pants. she is smiling happily and has her arm wrapped around julie. to julies left is frank. he is a white man with short, brown hair, the tips of which are dyed blonde, and a bit of stubble. he is wearing a red baseball jacket, a dark gray shirt, and brown pants. he has one arm wrapped around julie, and another wrapped around joey. he is looking towards the right and seems chill. joey is a black man with short black hair, wearing a black jacket, a light gray shirt, and grayish green pants. he is doing a "devil" sign with his left hand and is smiling. the background is snowy, with a few pine trees in the background. END ID/]

[sarcasstic-jpmvr]

finals week or my final week?

stay tuned!

[merakiui]

you dreamt scara kissed you 😳😳😳 uuuu that's so sweet...

once I had a dream that azul gave me his credit card to use for some reason and I bought something really small (like worth 8 bucks or so) and ended up calling him on my phone and being super adamant that I would pay him back and how I really didn't want to spend anything in the first place. I remember he sounded really distracted and kind of hushed, so I asked if I called at a bad time or if he was busy to which he replied "....no, of course not. I'm completely free" turns out he was most definitely not free, and I called him while he was in a business meeting. and being the simp he is, he picked it up right away in front of everyone before leaving the room lmao

I wish I had more blorbo dreams esp romantic ones like you had with scara but my brain would rather it show me getting chased endlessly instead 👉👈

Holding that dream close to my heart!! <3 it was so sweet, too. We were holding eye contact for the longest time and he whispered, "Can I kiss you?" with the most sincere, softest expression ever and omg!!! It was a romantic film moment! >0<

Aaaa that's so cute!!!! Azul will always be a simp no matter where he is. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) How generous of him to lend his credit card!!!! He is a sweetheart when he truly cares hehe!! I like that he will always choose you even when he's in a business meeting. Business is not nearly as important as answering a phone call from his crush. >:D

I wish I could have more romantic dreams as well! Although speaking of being chased, I do remember I had a dream where Floyd kept chasing me down and confessing over and over. I'm pretty sure that dream ended with lots of kisses lol. I am not immune to the love language of eels. There was also a vivid dream I had in which I pulled Halloween Jade back when I was fighting for my life trying to summon him, and when I logged into twst that morning (fully expecting to see Halloween Jade) I was disheartened to realize it had only happened in the dream. T_T

[kakusu-shipping]

Ted B. Grizz himself

[poptartmochi]

the council will judge you now

[thedapperfrog]

The Last Whose Realm was Fair and Free

Gil-galad was an Elven king.

Of him the harpers sadly sing;

the last whose realm was fair and free

between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen.

His shining helm afar was seen;

the countless stars of heaven’s field

were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say;

For into darkness fell his star

In Mordor where the shadows are.

--The Fall of Gil-galad

[soulsxng]

>:3

[heartlcssboy]

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

Peter's jaw tightened and the forest fell silent the moment that the question had been posed. Even the wind did not dare draw Peter's attention as a vehement rage overcame him. He looked through her instead of at her as the upset built. Had he asked too much of her? Of everyone he'd ever cared for? They were always clawing at him for more. When he had already given them EVERYTHING; more than they were willing to give him in return! More by leagues! They wanted to tell him all the ways he was deficient, but he wasn't the one incapable of feeling. They were; Wendy and Jamie both!

He was so sick of that word being thrown at him like an excuse. That horrible, horrible, meaningless word! Because, for them, that's exactly what it was! Meaningless! A false promise. Another thing corrupted by the influence of the Other Place. That's what it did. The Other Place took things and hollowed them out, turning them into a mockery of what they once were. Just look at their cities, nature gutted by industry for the sake of convenience. But nothing about Pan was made to be convenient no matter how badly others wanted to change that.

"And what do you think it is?" He demanded, too far incensed to worry about scaring her as he pressed in closer. Each word a step nearer. "No, really. Tell me, Wendy! I mean it! I want an answer! What is it! What's love?!" His volume of his voice continued to build as he went on until finally it reached its crescendo with: "Tell me!"

Peter could feel tendrils of his shadow pulsating at the edges of his psyche, pleading with him, soundless but clear inside his head. He could feel its panic, but it was overtaken by Peter's anger. It begged for him to cease his onslaught before he ruined everything. But Peter wouldn't stop. He couldn't. He wasn't finished! His body was shaking from the volatile medley of emotion wracking through it. Wendy had asked him a question and he never denied her anything. Now did he?

Peter had crowded her until her back was pressed against the trunk of a large tree. His voice was a growl now, words coming out in a hiss, "Because everyone is always trying to tell me what I can and can't feel or what I'm doing wrong as if they have any idea about what I'm capable of! I keep being told I'm the broken one when it's everyone else pretending. Everyone lies and acts like they know what love is, but then they run away as soon as it becomes too real. Because no one actually knows what they want! And they get scared because it's all too much! Because you don't want to feel things, not real things!"

Peter howled in frustration and his fist collided with the rough bark of the tree Wendy was trapped against, missing her head by inches and splitting open the skin of his knuckles. Crimson leaked from his hand as he pulled it back, stepping away and turning from Wendy. He shook his hand so that droplets of blood splattered across the forest's floor. It was pointless. No amount of blood would heal this wound. It'd been open and raw for long enough that he knew that with certainty.

When he turned back to face her, all of his anger had dissipated. That righteous rage had been all that had been holding him together and now even speaking was an exhaustive and painful effort. All he wanted to do was run to Wendy and cling to her frame for comfort, but he maintained their distance.

"I think I'm the only one in the whole world who knows what it really is to love someone...and no one else is alive enough to feel it." His voice was hardly a rasp, choked with the effort it took to speak the admission aloud, but otherwise calm. He hated to say it. To confront it. Because he meant it and it meant he'd always be left wanting. Forever.

And that absolutely terrified him.

[unamused-kookaburra]

I love having painted nails but they're at that annoying stage where the tips are chipped and the base has grown out and they look alright from a distance when I fill them in but up close it's a horror show

[friggin-tired27]

Packing with a weight limit is so stressful like what do you mean i can't put more things in???? There are empty spaces???? My things will just jostle around and it's not fun to look at gaps between stuff please

[squisheebugdoodles]

so glad i finished the attack i was just working on just in time i guess, because despite saving repeatedly, in both .kra and .psd files, krita crashed after rendering the final file and then completely destroyed the timeline for it so that it no longer exists as anything more than a single frame per layer 8) (<dying inside)

[uncomfyfriendly]

I am literally going to eat whoever organises exams for the sqa