#i just love violin

[greennymphs]

i love this track to death

this is my joker moment

[naturecalls111]

Gotta let your future kids know, cook! Gimme a sharpie!

[elizaisdunn]

MORE sherlocks

[ricky-mortis]

He’s such a goofy silly guy!

[teddy-bear-d]

Gem and the Scotts, Scotts and the Gem

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[pitske]

maybe playing just brings back too many memories....

[xiaq]

If one more person at work asks me to do something today, I will cry.

I’ll do it.

But I will cry.

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Sparks - When Do I Get To Sing My Way

[bluetorchsky]

Calypso Bells was recruited by Sir Wilford IV himself, but not many Toppats really took to her presence, especially when some started to find out about her mind reading powers as she started her job as a bartender.

Fast forward in time, Calypso has gotten older but hasn’t been able to expand her pool of “friends”. Some she can call her mutuals or acquaintances, she has two kids she’s taken under her wing (becoming their unofficial mother), and she does more than being a bartender. She sometimes helps out on missions, or helps to gather intel with some of the Toppat scouts.

But no one really wanted to approach her to just chat. Everyone wanted something from her and in return, she wanted something back. Until she met Accordion and Violin. She did get off the wrong foot with the couple, not making the greatest of impressions when she used her powers to hurt Violin, making up rumors to try and fill her pockets. But when she got into trouble and was on the verge of being thrown out, the husbands bailed her out.

What stunned her was that they asked for nothing in return, as they were just doing their jobs. It made her rethink about how she used her powers, especially after one late night conversation with Accordion, reprimanding her for what she did to his husband and to those who just joined the clan.

It took some time for her to gain their trust and apologize, but she now considers them to be her only friends and the only people she can trust with her secrets. She takes care of them and their family, just as they take care of her and her family.

It might be them against the world sometimes, but they’ll always have each other’s backs since no one else seems to. They’ll all learn to open up a bit more to others, especially those they call family, and make more connections with some other clan members. It seems like Thomas Chestershire and Geoffrey Plumb are good candidates to start with…

[mothscotch]

i had ideas yesterday

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

something to be said about how kristoph's only known mentee is a loud young man who dresses flashily, is particular about music and so passionate about the truth that he forgets to take people's feelings into account sometimes and follows the thread of logic even when it's disadvantageous to his case or people he cares about/admires. and who also does vocal training. like. just admit you miss your brother and go visit him. freak.

[stimmingandstruggling]

i know the whole autistic coded nonhuman characters thing is kind of ableist but i’m autistic and

her autism is simply unmatched.

[witchinatree]

kinda crazy for augustus to pull up with the "i hope you can be stronger than me, and be rid of the curse" that is VERY paraphrased but you get it if gwen really does somehow inherit this shit i think she'll destroy it by sheer power of being the first woman shes gonna girlboss so hard no this isnt denial wdym

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[naggingatlas]

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