#so i might be back later tonight :>

[vultursvolans]

i wish i had a bit more energy to be excited about the new xavier memory but i am hashtag severely going through it <//3

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[ilkkawhat]

[fiona-fififi]

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[riddlesnap]

Hi guys, sorry to have been so quiet lately! Anxiety's still through the roof a bit and ramping up a bit bc the folks are going away for a week tomorrow, just praying it doesn't spill over before then but when they go - finally a week of peace and quiet.

[hballegro]

hey wait a minute. its valentine's day!

make sure to grab that special someone!

[a sequel, of course, to the first ever real queapart i did]

[zakiyah]

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[yourtipsygrandma]

I saw the Northern Lights and I’m having an extreme emotional reaction excuse me

[pencilofawesomeness]

I'm curious. How about a little snippet from the Fairy Tail FMA AU?

Ah yes, the server does well to make me remember this one lol. This is Memento Vivere, and the second chapter fell through my floorboard cracks, but I have made progress! I swear lol.

Anyways, here's the start of Chapter 2. The calm before the storm that still needs to be written......

“I’m going to kill you!” “Oh yeah? Then come over here and—ACK!” Gray was not a child. He didn’t find senseless violence amusing. He did, however, laugh when Natsu fell on his ass on the ice-slicked hallway, because Gray was a bit petty. And Natsu deserved it. “Hey, what was that for?” Natsu whined, rubbing his head dramatically like Gray hadn’t seen him take a boot to the face without flinching before. “For taking my muffin, dumbass,” he retorted, crossing his arms. “Seriously, how many did you eat? Five?” “There’s always extras! And it’s almost eleven o’clock! If you sleep in, you forfeit Muffin-Monday rights!” “All that food, and none of it goes to your brain.” “When I turn this corner, I would like to see a normal hallway,” came a tired voice, and in that instant, he and Natsu were on the same page. Gray slammed his palms together and evaporated the ice, while Natsu scrambled upward to straighten the end table. “It’s a totally normal hallway,” Natsu promised. “Uh-huh. Whatever you say.” Colonel Atlas Flame was a sensible man, but not particularly confrontational. The monotone glare they each received, lacking in malice, ensured that he absolutely knew what they had been doing three seconds prior, but they cleaned up, so he wasn’t going to comment on it. When Gray first met the other colonel of Magnolia, he had wondered if being stationed here had worn him down; then, he realized that Atlas had far more reason to pick his battles so carefully when he had someone as boisterous as General Igneel for a brother. Gray respected Atlas greatly. He also felt sorry for him, most days.

[wanderlustknightofmagic]

//Might be taking the rest of the day off of here/lurking.

For anyone curious, I think I'm ready to talk about this... a little... but. I've been having a bit of a rough mental health day. Lotta thoughts, lotta back and forths in my head, possible rash decisions. It got pretty bad while I was doing the dishes when... the family dog briefly flashed in my mind. A lot of thoughts quieted down but... I kinda burst into tears too.

Zelda was her name. She was eleven years old and would be turning twelve this year. She was an absolute derp and I loved her dearly. For anyone not aware of my home situation, I live at home with my family and my job is basically house-work and looking after my youngest sister. Zelda was adopted as a puppy around the time that youngest was born. I still remember the frantic call I got to come watch her while my step-mother was going into labor with that same little sis. I looked after her the rest of the night and a bit into the morning. She was up on the couch with me.

That dog was a derp, a lil sneaky thief, and the friendliest girl. Beloved by our neighbors, she just always had a way of knowing when I was upset even if I thought I was hiding it well. I've spent quite a bit of time just petting her when I've been at low points. Near the end of her life, she would often lay outside the door to my room. She was also such a daddy's girl... I remember when my father, who mostly walked her, would wake me up with the promise of McDonald's breakfast if I took over walking her so he could go to work. Every time she'd turn and watch him while doing a little whine and I'd always try my best to cheer her up... but she got distracted quickly when I brought the food and start doing little steppies and licking her chops.

I have a lot of stories about her...

She passed away a few days before Christmas. I remember hearing she wasn't doing well and running home to be with her. She was at the point where walking was a challenge for her, shaking when she got up. We spent that night with her, myself, my brother, my father, my stepmother(bonusmom) and my sisters. We told her how much we loved her, we pet her, and even during the night after we told her goodbye... the little derp still went to her favorite spot. The hallway between all the rooms where her loved ones were.

She was and will always be a good girl. She's with our other pets who've passed, being looked after by my family who's passed...

I miss her. When I was a ball of nerves about my doc visit last week, I finally opened the memento my bonusmom got me to remind me of her. A small necklace where we could put her ashes so she can be with us always. It helped.

I know it's been four months already. I've grieved, but sometimes, during my low points, I feel like she's right here with me, and though I might cry harder thinking about her, I feel some comfort knowing she's watching over the family from her cloud.

[crabbarts]

I've accepted that I can't finish this knitting WIP before tmrw and honestly I feel Relieved...gonna paint my nails instead and give my hands a break

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okay, I have 'returned' from my minor Tumblr absence. I say 'returned' because I never truly properly left, as you might've noticed from the few things that I reblogged onto my main and whatnot. Part of it was just a break, but the other major part of it was... I went to a concert!!! Of one of my favorite bands that means so, so much to me.

Big tangent below that isn't very selfshippy related.

Now, I don't know how much I mention NSP on here, perhap's I have once or twice when talking about songs that I've added to my F/Os playlists, but I don't think I ever really went on anything too lengthy. And I know I've mentioned Game Grumps a few times on here as well- definitely not as much as Jerma- but One of the co-hosts of Game Grumps is the lead singer in NSP, and both NSP and Game Grumps mean a lottt to me, even if I don't mention them often. They've gotten me through a lot for a very long amount of years, ever since I was around 11~ish. Made me laugh, helped me sleep, relax, entertained me, and have said a lot of motivational and heartwarming things that have helped kept me going. Getting tickets to go see the band was nearly entirely on impulse, which is something that I don't really ever do, but this was beyond worth it. It... it felt like it reset my brain, almost. If that makes any sense. Like my brain was a computer that had been running on sleep mode ever since it first booted up and finally got restarted for the first time ever. I'm upset that I can't have the entire thing burned into my memory second by second cause it was incredible. The lights and noises were overwhelming at first and I had moments questioning if I should regrettably step away but I managed to cool myself down. It was magical, there was some crying, there still IS some crying, and probably always will be, and they did some really cool "Hey, however you identify or who you love is completely okay with us." TWRP was also there, which is a slightly longer story, but they were also brilliant. I used up a lot of my energy and tears during their songs that I didn't have any left for the songs that I actually anticipated crying over! I could go on for ages about it, but I wouldn't have chosen anything else. I actually think I needed this. It feels like I can think like...better. More clearly. I feel more relaxed about my future and spending money and just...UGH. There are the watery eyes. Maybe because I anticipated crying during some of the NSP songs it didn't hit me, but the TWRP stuff really came at me from out of left field and the little intermission dialog and..man. maaann. It was really funny as well and. I wish I could remember it forever I really really do. I never thought I would ever get to see any artists that I enjoyed live, honestly. Most of them don't tour anymore or are all UK based, and I didn't know if or when NSP would tour again, nonetheless if they would be anywhere close to me. I HAD to. And I'm glad I did.

I know this perhaps sounds like every other description expereince of someone going to a concert but.It just felt so good. To be in a room where I practically felt like I could just.. be myself. I will say the worst thing to come from all of this is just potentially slowly forgetting details and that now I will get FOMO over any and all future concerts that they ever have. Concerts aren't really my thing but that.. was magic. And inspiration and awe and. I still can't get over TWRP's songs and the little intermissions about the lead singer hyping us up over our humanly hidden potentials.

It's almost hard to listen to any of their songs now after listening to them live! My phone camera desperately needs to be cleaned so the few pictures that I got during the moment we were allowed to have phones out are really fuzzy. I got a really good spot standing at the top of some small staircases so I could see over everyone(and it was also a good spot to sit/lean against the railings). It was worth it. it was worth it all. It was worth the sleepiness and hunger and thirst and frustrations. In fact it exceeded that.

I also got to stop by an IHOP and BurgerKing and ironically I love both of those places and yet neither of them are within like an hour drive of me.

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Immense willingness to write VS absolutely shot visual/word processing that makes it hard to read: battle to the death right now

[everlastingday]

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[egregiousderp]

This week’s had many high points but one of the quieter ones for me was finally having my own room where I can put @naniiebimworks ‘s Biblically Accurate Aziraphale up on my cabinet to totally reflect my LED bed lights like my Mica Door used to.

[louwhose]

School is starting tomorrow and since I'll be so much busier with it I've decided to take a hiatus from social media from now until I finish playing Echoes of Wisdom. I'll still be on AO3 as much as I can to read/post, (and I mean commissions still open because I need money). Except for my queue which should last through the hiatus.

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