#life is gonna be so sad now

[ivyrosewater]

We(‘ll) love and miss you all so much and we can’t wait for 2025!!

[indigopoptart]

gonna get back into the swing of things with!! some faces I did a bit ago!!!

+ closeups and oc creds under the cut!

the welcome home guys ofc <3

some of my guys!

(Niebla belongs to both me and @akemima ! <3)

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And now, some friends’ ocs!

Lady belongs to @gremliinsart, Keira belongs to @funonion001 !!! :3

Sundown belongs to @carnivalcarrion !! <3

Damon belongs to @sammysun , Wizard belongs to @akemima !! :33 <3<3

[royalarchivist]

🥲

[softerhaze]

idk if it was the venus retrograde or what, but july 2023 was quite literally the worst month i've ever experienced in my life like.....every single day? awful? worse than the last? it's more likely than u think

[the-holy-ghosted]

unbearable is the distance between me and all my friends. separated by so much space. miles. countries. oceans. hours upon hours upon hours away from these people that have become special pieces of my heart and soul. bring back pangea and build more trains i cant deal with all this

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

watching the last episode of season 5 in 2026 and steve gets fatally injured and then the first notes of when it’s cold id like to die start playing and we all know in that moment it’s over

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[chrisbangs]

i finished thesis, won an award, and have graduated.. hello 👋🥸

[skitskatdacat63]

"Bring on The Dancing Horses"(x) - Echo and The Bunnymen × Ferrari Drivers

[forgottenarthur]

50. Writer's preference - "And what if it is not you?"

The barb stung and Arthur turned away as quickly as if she had struck him.

These walks had become something of a tradition between the Prince and former Princess over the rolling weeks. With the out of doors near unpassable, Arthur's mornings had shifted to a shorter indoor practice before dawn, followed by a brief repast and then a stroll through the Orangery with the Lady Aria. Though they still argued as often as they didn't, there was something free and flowing in these conversations -- a strange sense that no subject was off limits...And that every single one was somehow taboo. It was perhaps true that they had each been raised as royalty, but it seemed their worlds could not have been more different.

Today, the subject had fallen to that all-encompassing theme of his life, the most pressing topic in the empire, and the one least likely ever to be openly addressed: Roderick's line of succession. It was an ache in his gut, this, a hill he had run up all his childhood only to find a sheer rockface confronting him. Now, scrambling for footholds in the brutal cliffside, it was a race to the top against those he loved most -- a climb now far too high to risk the drop. It was success or the death of all meaning. But what was he to do? Throw his siblings from the sides? They too held on by meager fingertips and he could not bear to think of them dashed against the teeth of the unforgiving stone so far below.

Arthur's jaw clenched. He kept her pace, but he no longer looked at her as she spoke; heard her only as if from a great distance. What was there to say? Yet, her last words burned, searing like vinegar in his cuts, and he turned sharply towards her, a rush sounding in his head.

"What? You favor someone else?" he demanded, all effort at bluster or calm stripped away. Surprise seemed to register in his face and, pressing his eyes shut, he shook his head, realizing she meant this only as rhetoric and, with a look of defeat, he sighed; shook his head. "How should I know? It would be the end for me."

He didn't look at her, now, gaze straying upwards towards the gently nodding trees, branches heavy and sagging with fruit. He thought of the tart-sweet of them, tawny and opening with a kind of crack. Fibrous chambers of juice attended the tiny seeds at the center and this, then, was life. Even trees limned their children with sweet cushions against the harsh reality of the world around them. When he laughed, it was a bitter sound.

Sighing, Arthur shook his head. "Aria, I--" but he stopped. He'd not said her name so baldly before and he gestured, helpless, voice trapped within his throat.

Her eyes were dark: not mere chocolate, but something else as if the sea had leaked into them and tossed against stormy shores within her mind. Her face was set, but he could not read it. He searched for something written there, something designed for him to read: he wanted it. He knew the message he wished to read. A very simple message. He wanted to read it again and again, see it roiling within the storm of her eyes. But there was nothing. She was no harbor. She was, perhaps, another deathly drop.

Aria lifted her chin. "Go on."

"I don't know what will happen if my father chooses someone else any more than you do. But I do know I will be a threat to whoever is chosen, simply for having been in the running, and..."

And if it were Edmund who were selected, whom Arthur regarded as the most likely alternative, he would not expect to long outlive his father -- or even his father's choice. Enemies of the House of Calainon had a way of disappearing. Arthur was not altogether certain they even lifted a finger: they were witches, after all. Likely, all they needed do was wish for a thing, and their dark magic did the rest. Edmund might not wish him gone, perhaps...but Amira would not hesitate. He could not help but think that would make for a horrible ending, all the demons of hell rising at her command. His would be a silent end, he had no doubt, yet he knew, too, that if it were by Amira's hand, he would die howling.

If Aria had said something else, Arthur had not heard it. At last, she said: "And what if the Emperor doesn't choose? What happens to us all, then?"

Arthur stopped short, and Aria beside him. "Then it'd be war."

He walked out without another word.

[dogboner]

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

[todayisafridaynight]

no ones ever gonna understand how much i love daigo doin this stupid shit after dissolving the tojo

[scooplery]

i wish i had gone to hair school right out of high school :/

[skunkes]

Is anyone else tired of realizing things.

[captain-hen]

honestly, i think the reason this fandom has been so unable to accept the bad choices buck has been making for the past two seasons is because...before this, it was incredibly easy to blame everything buck was doing on his circumstances or the people around him. the lawsuit? well, that was bobby’s fault and the firefam weren’t supportive enough. the trauma of the tsunami and the ladder truck was part of the reason too! buck being unprofessional on the job? oh, that was his abandonment and intimacy issues! and abby and ali didn’t help either, those evil witches who left him! you get the point.

but, like...it’s becoming very clear that at the heart of all the bad decisions buck is making lies his own problems. his own tendency to self-sabotage. his own tendency to be unable to see beyond the life he could have, to the one he does. it’s a fundamental flaw of his character, not just something that makes him a sad uwu boy. and the reason he’s going in all these circles is because he’s never properly dealt with the trauma that caused them, never truly tackled them at the root. his conversation with his parents, breaking up with taylor, etc...all of that just put a mere band aid on the problem. it’s never solved anything. and while he’s shown admirable growth in some areas, he’s still gonna regress in others as long as he continues to sweep everything that’s happened to him under a rug. and that’s why people hate it and call it out of character, because it’s pretty hard to paint someone as the golden boy when it’s becoming increasingly obvious that he’s not just someone that things happen to, he’s been actively playing a part in his own destruction, so to speak.

[petrichoraline]

I found this to be such a random comment until I realised it was Balgeum saying it and it suddenly felt so heavy