#and other stuff

[embervoices]

All of the ritual Half the guilt Twice the alcohol!

Episcopalian: Catholic Lite!

(These are the more common ones i can name off the top of my head, just curious)

[fullmetal-optimists]

For the context behind this photo, this Trumpeter Swan flew 60 feet across the pond beside the trail to launch herself at this Canada Goose that was absolutely minding its own business.

The criminal photographed after her crime, Miss P18 all stanced up. I'm obsessed with her....

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok Ok so.

In dpxdc stories. Danny always gets assumed to be sick or uses it as an excuse or whatever to hide his powers right?

What if he wasn't lying?

It wasn't something easily noticed, not when half a dozen other things could explain it after all.

The shakes lingering? Well he'd used his ice powers a lot the night before fighting Skulker.

The faint feeling and lightheadedness? Well his mom had a good shot when people didn't interfere, and while he healed fast, it wasn't from nothing; he felt better after he ate anyway.

Heart racing suddenly? Probably just attempting to regulate the low beat on reflex again to seem normal but over shot it.

But the getting out of breath or spotty vision hadn't really been easily explained.

It was Mr. Lancer who asked about it after he'd gotten up from his seat in detention-happening less and less for actual reasons and more an opportunity to safely do his work and rest, after the truce with the ghosts to leave him and the town be during certain hours-only for the next thing he knew he was on the floor, head pillowed on Mr. Lancer's sweater, and a cool wet paper towel on his forehead and neck.

POTS. Post orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Not uncommon for those who had had injuries too their hearts to get.

It made sense when the teacher asked if he could have it. Apparently a friend of his's daughter had it.

From there, it made things easier to an extent. Salt was pretty easy to add, he figured out a wrist brace that he could extend into a cane if needed to.

In ghost form he didn't need it at all, but human form had its limits.

Despite all that he'd gone through, he graduates and even gets accepted to a college near jazz, hers was in Metropolis but Gotham had the ambient ectoplasm that he needed, and it was a day trip away.

And so Gotham U became his home, especially after his parents couldn't take that he wasn't "their son" anymore when he told them-after moving everything and getting his cheap apartment set up just in case. He considered it lucky that they loved their son enough they couldn't hunt "his ghost".

Last he'd heard they were working closer with the GIW but hadn't had much luck since the portal strangely closed soon after he left and the other ghosts didn't feel much reason to visit Amity anymore without him there.

It was Gotham U where he met Dick by literally fainting into his arms after a long day where he'd forgotten to eat and the early dinner the night before plus the going down the stairs at a quick pace and leaning forward with gravity.

"sorry, couldn't help falling for you~" the cheesy pick up line was the only thing his foggy brain could comprehend before he fainted.

[monsterrae1]

I want him in ways that’s concerning to feminism

[debdarkpetal]

Assad Zaman.

[roses-and-revolutions]

A little while ago while hanging out at the manor for game night, Stephanie introduced the family to another one of her current favorite artist.

This was nothing unusual, Steph had a new favorite artist almost every other week. But this one was different. It wasn't just a single person but a group that called themselves ‘Team Phantom’.

Every song was different as every song was sang by a different person. So there was a song for everyone, including Jason.

He feel in love with the soft smooth voice of ‘The Sister’. Her songs were so dreamy and melancholic, and told stories that he often couldn't understand but made him feel like if he were there doing whatever she was doing. Feeling whatever she was feeling.

It was amazing. Her voice was just so beautiful. So calming. So additive, the way it calmed the pits. He didn't know why but every time her songs played it was like the pits disappeared. And so did ever constant green haze that haunted him.

The sense of clarity he was left with when one of her songs ended was like a fuckin high and he couldn't get enough.

Long after the game night he sought after her music. Her songs. Her voice. It was his medicine and his drug. His addiction. Which sucked because just like every other addiction, withdrawal was a BITCH.

It's been six months since ‘The Sister’ has released a new song. Since ANY of Team Phantom had released any new songs. And it was really suspicious considering how consistent their schedules were. But that was okay, kinda. Life was life and maybe something happened. He'll just listen to her old songs on repeat like he's been doing for the last six months.

Is what he said until they posted a new video to their channel.

It wasn't the 3 to 4 minute animated or stagnant image music video he was uses to. Instead, it was a dark shaking video, as if someone was running. Then bright teal eyes appeared on the screen. Everything stopped for a moment. Then came the still soft and smooth but now trembling voice of ‘The Sister’.

She uttered a single word.

“Help.”

Before it ended and turned black.

It could honestly just be a prank. But something told him other wise.

Before he even decided what course of action he was going to take. A message came in through the family group chat. And from the Demon child no less.

‘We need to help Team Phantom. NOW!!!!!’

Everyone agreed.

And Jason felt very validated that he wasn't the only one secretly addicted to their music.

Now it's time to save Team Phantom.

[on-leatheredwings]

the fanon im attaching to is that nome. bruce is a good dad--

(people gasp in shock and horror)

... who is deeply flawed and troubled <3 (read: he is as good as you can be when you adopt child soldiers)

remember when bruce started cursing out dick and called him a r[slur], and how we all just pretend that didnt happen b/c it was ass writing. yeah thats how i view abusive bruce, like its just bad writing to me so no i don't see it as real or canon

theres a reason wfa is so popular and it's bc we are tired of a miserable ass bruce 😭 while i think wfa is also not canon (b/c it literally isn't), girl i prefer reading it over some of this other shit

[trashytracktales]

lowkey feel like an overprotective bf who always asks their gf "where are u now" every hour every time you don't post anything 😭😭 LMFAO that's bc i really enjoy your blog and fics so much and it's kinda killin me if i don't read a single thing from you 🥺 but i hope you always have a good day and everything goes well for you #keepwriting #loveeeee ❤

NOTE: I AM IN ACTUAL TEARS. I appreciate you so much, genuinely ♥︎

First of all, know that I have multiple requests waiting in my drafts to be posted. I see every single one of you and your brilliant ideas, it’s just that I am one (1) person, and as I’m posting this, there are over 100 asks chilling in my inbox. I am so extremely sorry for getting to you so late. I, unfortunately, am not a robot nor a writing machine 😔

Second, for the people that are familiar with this blog, you guys know this is not my usual type of content. Honestly, I’m not planning on making a habit out of it, but I do think I owe you a reason why I took such a sudden step back without giving you something.

Sometimes, being in my own head isn’t easy. I know a lot of people are struggling with mental health, and I’ve been battling mine for ages now. Every now and then, the mind wins. It’s not a pretty view when that happens, and the hate I give myself in those moments is unmatched. It’s sad and unfortunately, I’ve never learned how to be kind to myself. I overthink, I overwork my body, and I always forget that I need rest in order to be at my full capacity. When I do forget, my body is reminding me in the most brutal ways.

I know my triggers, I am constantly working on myself, and I am very careful of what external factors I surround myself with. Yet, somehow, I end up in the same vicious cycle. You would think that, by now, I would be better at handling it, but healing isn’t linear. It has many twists and turns, and sometimes a wrong turn leads into a deserted nothingness. Suddenly, you’re all alone and you have to map your way out of there, but it’s dark, you’re tired, and you ran out of gas.

I am not sharing this for pity, but to remind you that we all carry things others can’t always see. Everyone is fighting their own quiet battles, and sometimes just being gentle, patient, and kind can mean the world to someone. I know it does to me, that’s why I am so overwhelmed by your words. If me being open can make one person feel less alone, then it’s worth it.

Writing has saved me more than once. And now, through this blog, I am so grateful for everyone who has ever read me, liked, reblogged, commented and left their thoughts in my inbox. I value you all and this lil chaotic community you’ve helped me build. I miss you a hundred times more, and I can’t wait to be back on schedule aka annoying all of you with 173 posts a day 😌

Thank you so much for (still) being here.

Love you, always ♥︎

– T

[julymarte]

It's Commissions time!

Commissions are back and I am gonna open ✨10 slots✨ again! i will be able to work on them starting from the next week (but i might be able to squeeze some sketches this weekend)!

payment is through ko-fi☕ AFTER message confirmation, please do not send the payment before i confirm I am taking your commission and check the tos please💖 (stuff like bg3 counts as hyper realistic and i'm not confident enough to do that for money)

For any information or if you want to reserve a slot feel free to contact me here or on discord (you can find me as julymarte there too)

💕reblogs to make it reach out of my bubble are very appreciated 💕

🌟 2 SLOTS AVAILABLE✨🌟

[cable-salamdr]

thinking up how Morro’s see-through hand happened and having many wonderfully horrid ideas

[ghostlymarauder]

I finished this illustration yesterday, took me four hours and I'm pretty proud of that.

It's Patroclus and Achilles from The Song of Achilles and my reference was made by https://www.instagram.com/yumafuki/?hl=es

My take on this illustration is that this is the representation of how it felt for the both of them to be apart from each other in death. Achilles in Elysium, Patroclus trapped as a wandering soul on earth. They still reach for each other no matter what, but they're held back, Achilles by the other heroes, who are trying to remind him he belong to Elysium now, while Patroclus may be held back other wandering souls or even the fates, who are trying to remind him, his fate now is to be apart from half his soul eternally.

[oliveatesoap]

Kandi collection!! >x3

(close ups under the cut)

[beefblizzard]

waves awkwardly um hi lotfers it’s been a minute but i decided to redownload this app because i’m in a better state of mind and i also really missed this community :333 ALSO WHY DOES THAT ONE RALIGGY ART I MADE KEEP GETTING LIKES HELLO THATS CRAZY

[sweettoothbadger]

Okay... so...

What to do in October (or prep for in September)

1. Inktober

2. Drawtober

3. Flufftober

4. Angstober

5. Kinktober

6. Pinuptober

7. Stilltober

8. Linktober

[besidethepath]

An autumn walk in the park