Tumgik
#I should take it on my own pace
viliantropy-art · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
Prayer
25 notes · View notes
jils-things · 5 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
by the lighthouse.
dividers
38 notes · View notes
actual-changeling · 1 year
Text
if you do not follow/haven't seen my recent posts, i really recommend you read this one and this one before continuing, just to make it hit the right way.
also reminder that i have an ao3 right here (and it's not all pain, promise!)
sorry in advance :)
-
the more time passes, the easier it is for joel to talk about sarah. it still hurts, always will, an old bullet buried in his heart surrounded by scar tissue, but except for a few memories, words don't make him bleed anymore. tommy tentatively starts bringing her up once he notices that joel no longer flinches when he mentions her name, and it feels good to breathe life into their shared experiences, his brother the only one who comes close to understanding his pain but also the joy that colored their years.
ellie asks, too, just as hesitantly as tommy at first, but soon her curiosity takes over and not a day passes by without a question in-between sentences about his past. joel answers all of them, stories spilling from his lips and spinning themselves into a sarah-shaped web that he can share with her.
"she played soccer, right? when did she win her first competition?"
there's a few sports teams in jackson, and of course the soccer one caught her eye, making joel dread all the twisted ankles and bruised shins he was going to have to tend to. getting grass stains out of sarah's uniforms had always been a task and a half, and eventually they both stopped caring about it and just watched them pile up, turning white fabric a greenish-brown.
joel opens his mouth, the coffee cup in his hand hovering above the kitchen table, and then he stills, every muscle in his body turning to ice.
ellie's joel? is drowned out by the ringing in his hears, knuckles turning white and gripping the porcelain so tightly he can feel it crack in his palm, and he must have stopped breathing because his vision is growing fuzzy, black dots scurrying in his periphery.
joel lets the cup fall more than he sets it down, stomach turning, bile rising in his throat, because ellie asked him a question about sarah, his sarah, and he doesn't remember the answer.
it can't be, right? just a small gap in his memory, nothing big, it'll come back to him in an hour and he'll tell ellie about it later. but the panic squeezing his chest is real, terror slithering up his neck and curling around his ear whispering what else did you forget?
more than ever before, he tries to think back to all of it, from the first time he held her in his arms to the moment he buried her, and something odd happens to him when he finds that so much of it is. blurry. frayed at the edges, burned holes and white blotches obscuring important and unimportant details alike, memory an old role of film decomposing in the back of his mind.
the color of her baby blanket (blue, it had to be blue, he can't see), the first movie he watched with her, her favorite book in primary school, the way he did her hair on the first day of kindergarten, the friendship bracelets they made together, the posters on her wall, the dress she wore to her first dance (purple right? right?), memories surfacing as his panic cracks him open like an earthquake, and joel tries to cling to them, nails scratching at the parts that should be there but aren't until he tastes blood, desperation growing and growing because he is forgetting her.
"joel you're scaring the fuck out of me right now what's wrong?"
ellie's voice is distant, and he hates worrying her, hates the almost hysteric edge beneath it when she repeats herself, hands squeezing his shoulders, softly, first, then harder when he doesn't respond. all of the years that he didn't even know she existed, memories she has that he never will, all the firsts and buts and what ifs and failures that define a childhood, their innocent light fractured into vivid fantasies by the stained glass window of life. he has had all that and more with sarah, clung to it in the after to remind himself that she is real, that he is still a father even with his daughter buried by a nameless river.
it is all he has left of her, the childhood she never got to outgrow, and it's fading in a mind that has mourned her for longer than she got exist.
not for the first time, joel wishes he hadn't flinched, his brain worthless if it allowed sarah to fade away. without ellie bound to his heart, he would have tempted fate again for that alone.
-
"who hurt you" too many people to count and luckily tumblr lets me make it everyones problem
78 notes · View notes
echoesofadream · 4 months
Text
so many books on my tbr and also so many books i have started but not finished and im thinking about reading dostojevskij instead
16 notes · View notes
siiinfully · 8 months
Text
update. i had to give the puppies back. i didn't think things through and considered how they might affect my senior dog. as much as i want to keep them, i've chosen to return them to their mum and give them a chance to be taken in by someone who can give them the love and care that they deserve.
on the off-chance that my cousins decide to keep them for me ( i didn't ask them to do this ), i can still see them whenever i visit.
17 notes · View notes
bleuberrygliscor · 9 months
Text
pikmin 4 was made with so much fucking love in it.
i WANT developers to take LONGER to create their art and be paid MORE to work LESS hours and i am NOT FUCKING JOKING.
16 notes · View notes
nexusconjunx · 10 months
Text
Mantra: I AM GETTING A MASTERS BECAUSE I WANT TO and I am doing this for myself!! And it doesn't matter how long it takes, it matters more that I am feeling good and not to compare myself with others
7 notes · View notes
caterpillarinacave · 2 months
Note
I am SAT for your Chenry fic. Please please tag me when you upload it?
Aw, thanks so much! I’ll be happy to!
1 note · View note
5weekdays · 6 months
Note
When did you get into tf?
i got into tf2 late april of this year actually. i think… if i recall correctly i watched the boundary break episode on tf2 and from there watched all the “meet the team” videos. the rest is history
6 notes · View notes
adamarks · 6 months
Text
Ep 4fun and games is literally my favourite episode of the entire series. It’s so fucking good it’s just fantastic television
6 notes · View notes
radlegowaffle · 8 months
Text
i think a lot about when someone told me the kanji for rain looks like youre looking out a window at rain (雨)
4 notes · View notes
foolishfalls · 11 months
Text
Writing her is its own reward but it really does mean so much when I update your body is a burning book and people say they enjoy my lil interpretation of Riza. She is so close to my own heart!!
Like I’m at a point where I’m getting better at just writing for pleasure and for myself, which is part of why I think my results are somewhat successful, and it has taken me being two years out of studying fiction writing in school, learning to let myself be and figure out how to work with my own voice (which has always been more of a poet’s voice and learning to lean into that with some amount of abandon has been sooo freeing) to get to a place where the process can just be what it is to accomplish this and the process and the results themselves just make me feel happy and fulfilled.
So like, Learning that others are enjoying it is just a huge lovely cherry on top. I’ve always struggled to share my work despite feeling an impulse to do so, so it feels like a great place to be with it.
So just a heartfelt thank you to anyone who takes the time to read and engage with my work!!! Nothing brings me joy the way getting a comment or kudos does! Huge wet kiss thru the phone/screen for all of u :3
4 notes · View notes
tatakaeeren · 1 year
Text
Mentally exhausting day...
I need my fav mug, some baked goods, a random playlist, and a sleepless night reading fanfiction. (bonus points if it's raining like it is right now)
This is how I recharge my spirit batteries. How do you do it?
💖
4 notes · View notes
dogcollarpunk · 1 year
Text
ALSO had a print workshop today with stencil printing and uhhhhh it fucked
6 notes · View notes
renjunniez · 2 years
Text
not at me going through my archives and realising some of my favourite creations are from when i just giffed whatever i wanted whenever i wanted to and didn't think of it as some sort of job
4 notes · View notes
soulofamy · 1 month
Text
.
#misc#venting in the tags#my own impatience frustrates me so much honestly#like i want to do cool things like animate or write whole novels based on my original ideas or even get fanfics out for people to read#but the pace it takes in order for me to get there makes me so tempted to just give up#like i know that realistically if i wanted to animate i would need to have character charts and i would need to#have some test animation exercises in order to get the hang of the animation software and all that like theres a very logical process#but my brain doesnt want to do all that build up or go through the correct sequence of events it just wants to jump to the 'cool stuff'#and like it makes my motivation to do the things that i love so low because my brain isnt feeling the immediate gratification of#having the thing that i am making finished and ready for people to see#like i am sitting here literally just trying to finish up the amy character sheet and my brain is like 'maybe you should just give up' and#'no one cares about the character sheets or the test animation exercises'#i truly dont know how to cling onto motivation while being this impatient#i wish i wasnt impatient like this i wish i knew how to work up to big achievements instead of go for whatever is instantly gratifying#to be clear i am not giving up (yet) i am going to keep pushing through until i get to the part i really want to do#because if i dont make a soulcalibur animation then no one else will#but like jesus does doing the nongratifying parts make me feel like garbage and like im wasting my time
0 notes