#PLEASE BE PROUD OF ME

[peach-fiz]

Finally watching Adventure Time so I can watch Fionna and Cake with my brother!!

#adventure time #finn the human #finn #adventure time fanart #simon and marcy #simon #ice king #fanart #fan art #please be proud of me #fionna and cake #fionna the human #adventure time fionna and cake

[starfruitgoddess]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡ FUJIKO ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡

#please be proud of me #i tried my hardest on this #lupin the 3rd #lupin the third #lupin III #ルパン三世 #fujiko mine #ibispaint art #digital artist #artists on tumblr

[kleotheundeadone]

Scenario: Angel Shows You His Poetry

(A/N: I head cannon Angel as being a fan of poetry, and writes some of his own in his spare time. Originally this was gonna be a little huskerdust oneshot, but after a very stressful 10 minutes I concluded that I did not know how to write for Husk. So until I figure him out, I turned this into a Scenario. I kept it pretty neutral, so feel free to interpret your relationship with him as romantic or platonic) ⚠WARNING, WARNING⚠ It's sort of angsty? KInd of? I dunno, i'm warning you anyway just in case

"Hey, what's this?"

You carefully pick up the pink binder filled to the brim with paper from off of the floor, the words "poetic shit" written in the center in swirly black lettering. "Oh hey, how'd that get out here? Nugs must have been messing around under my bed and pushed it out." As if on que, Fat Nuggets wiggles himself out from underneath Angel's bed, sniffing slightly as he waddles over to him. "What is it?" You flip it open for only a second before Angel pulls it out of your hands, tossing it onto his pillow nonchalantly as he sits down on his bed, Fat Nuggets cradled in his lower set of arms, already fast asleep. "Nothing nothing, just some like joke poetry nonsense I write sometimes whenever I'm feeling bored." You had never really taken Angel as the artistic type. It wasn't totally unbelievable, but it was kind of hard to picture. And out of all the things... Poetry? It was intriguing to say the least. "Can I see them?" Angel gave you a look. He was hesitant. Nervous even. But he quickly covered it up with a smirk as he grabbed the binder and flipped it open, pulling out a small handful of pages. "Of course! Here's some of my best work. It's some real Shakespearean stuff, believe me~." There was something tucked away beneath the surface of his expression. Something you couldn't quite place. You wanted to prod, but you decided against it. Maybe it's nothing.

The poems he showed you were about what you expected. It was basically the typical sex jokes he'd tell usually, only now they rhymed and were in glittery pink cursive writing. So why were you still disappointed? It was Angel. What did you expect? But still... You had a feeling there was more to it. More to him. "Oink!" Fat Nuggets poked his head up from Angel's arms, squirming further against him as he attempted to press his nose against the hand Angel was using to hold one side of the binder. "Ahaha! Nugs! Come on little fella, cut that out, eheha!" A page from the binder came loose as Angel lifted it up in order to get it away from Fat Nuggets curious snout, falling face-up in front of your feet. As you lean down to pick it up, you quickly notice that the page is older than the others you read, based off the slight yellow tinge and tears at the corners. "Woah woah, hey, hold on a second-" His words don't register in your mind as you begin to smooth out the pages creases, taking notice of the complete shift of writing style. It was written in regular black pen, in print instead of cursive, was much longer than his other poems, and it didn't rhyme. And as you carefully scanned the words on the page, you find yourself getting lost in the literature before you, unaware of the way his cheeks paled as you read silently.

Hot And Cold

How does one ever survive in the cold? I may never truly know the answer Yet in spite of such, I am living in it, overtaken by the icy frost I breathe in the air that surrounds the space between us, and my chest burns My lungs filled with ice crystals, and I shiver I'm cold So very very cold I beg of you, I beg Let me feel your warmth If not only for a moment A second A fraction of that time My mind freezes over, and I forget my name Tell me what my name is Unthaw my snow covered mind Whisper warmth into my skull and melt the ice away So I may know the feeling of being alive again You hold me, and I feel warm So so so warm Too warm It burns All I ever wanted was to feel warm But who am I to deny your heat? So I dare not turn you away Burn away my skin, and consume my flesh in flames Tear away my cooked remains, and lick my bones clean Bury me in the ground, and let the earth take root in my marrow May my sullied remains be worthy enough to bear fruit That is my only use My only use The flames between us glow dimly A raging forest fire, now a mere candle, flickering in the wind I am warm I know just who I am I am real, raw, and absolute I could just about say my name My name is... The candle flame flickers and goes out You're gone I feel cold I don't know who I am I'm so cold So so cold

You were speechless. You only start to realize you're tearing up when you notice your tears dripping onto the page. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve before looking up towards Angel, his gaze locked onto you anxiously as he balled up and released his fists repeatedly. He didn't rush to take the page from you like you expected, or even tried to play it off like a joke. He just sat quietly, waiting for you to say something. Anything. You smiled softly as you held it out towards him. "This is beautiful Angel." He smiled back.

"Thank you. Just... Thank you."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel scenario #hazbin hotel writing #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader #poetry #I WROTE THAT POEM MYSELF #PLEASE BE PROUD OF ME #also whoever can guess my meaning behind the poem i'll give you not one #hazbin angel dust #should i tag this as angst #hazbin hotel angst

[felizusnavidad]

i've been working on my cv pretty much the whole day and i think i'm finally done, who's proud of me

#please be proud of me #im tired #now i can finally have fun for the rest of the evening #also i need to find a decent job #please wish me luck besties #but sincerely can you hear me?*

[thekittyfox2999]

TRICK OR TREATTTTTTTT (●'◡'●)

Oooo! Well, have a mouse

He's a little tired but, do not fear, he doesn't bite unless his moral code so desires

#happy halloween #halloween #my art #sherlock holmes #little mouse #cooked up this in like- 20 minutes #please be proud of me

[nexus-my-beloved]

Suptober #1 - Liminal

Prompt #1 of Suptober!! (I will be writing these every two days as there is only 15 prompts!) Word Count: 837

The empty parking lot seemed to stretch on for eternity. 

Rain fell gently, the soft patters of droplets hitting the ground echoing up the floors of the multistory parking garage, seemingly the only noise in the entire area. Everything seemed to stretch on for much longer than it needed to: the parking lot on a single floor was shockingly vast, and for the same layout to be repeated floor after floor of the car park seemed excessive. To walk to a car across the lot from you would entail walking much further than should be required, a trek that felt too much to walk. 

Maybe that was the symbolism of this; a relationship that had a mindless trek, one that would take so long to complete for just the uncertain possibility that the trip might be worth it, the same as this lot was almost infinitely expansive and laid ahead a journey much too far to seem fair to walk. 

The difference between walking this lot and getting closer to Dean was simple: Castiel had wings, something that would allow him to physically travel across this expansive area in seconds, where those wings yielded useless when it came to trying to reach Dean’s heart. 

There were other parallels between this parking lot and the heart of Dean Winchester. Just like this lot, Dean’s heart was expansive, open and wide for someone to come and stay– but only temporarily. His heart was open, full of spaces to be taken, and yet hardly any occupied. For the spaces that were used, it was for his family: a space for Sam, one that sometimes went empty after a particularly harsh fight and Sam thought it necessary to leave, although that space was left untouched for his inevitable return. Other spaces were there for friends– Garth, for one, had a space that he’d taken by sneaking around the security guard at the gate and catching him off-guard, growing on him until his space was officially his. Then there were the other spaces; spaces occupied by loved ones that were long gone, dead, leaving their cars and names behind in spaces that would be filled by no one else. Kevin, Jo, Ellen, Ash, Mary, even John’s begrudging space; all were filled by a car that would never be touched again, one left to rot and rust. 

Dean’s heart was expansive, welcoming to those who needed love, willing to offer solace to those that were hurt. He’d offer you a place in his heart, a spot to park as you got yourself together, and he’d love you– but only temporarily. The only ones allowed forever were his family, and Castiel could understand: family didn’t end with just blood, not for Dean, and those he cared enough about to call family weren’t the kind of people he was going to just let go. 

But then there was the matter of Castiel. Where Sam might’ve had an on-and-off space, one that he was always welcome to return to, it seemed as though Castiel’s space was both there for him to take and laid in spikes to puncture his tires and attempt to keep him from returning. For whatever the reason, Dean couldn’t seem to decide between wanting to keep the angel there with him and wanting him to leave and never come back. For Castiel, it was tiring. 

The journey to Dean’s heart was a slow and painful trek, one he had started on with such confidence that he hadn’t minded repeating back when his will was stronger and he hadn’t known what the path he was walking really was. Since then, however, he’d been stripped of that confidence, stripped of the determination and left with rocks in his shoes and sweat pouring down his neck as he found himself utterly exhausted. Castiel wanted to finish this walk, to get to Dean and ask for his heart in return for his own. Castiel wanted to love Dean, even if he didn’t fully know the implications, and it was in that thought that he found the realization that it might just be another test– he wouldn’t be able to walk through this liminal space until he knew the expanse of just what loving Dean meant. 

And yet, standing here, watching Dean lean against the back of his impala with a hard-to-read expression and a beer in hand, Castiel decided: even if this journey costed him more, costed him his entire life and costed him his soul, he would continue the trek that bled him dry and asked of him until he could give no more. Castiel would walk this path, walk further than he could ever imagine he’d have to walk, just to take the injury that would come with finally knowing, finally understanding Dean Winchester. Even if it killed him, Castiel would walk this far if it meant he could have Dean’s heart, no matter how vast that space in between where he stood now and where he wanted to be was.

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #spn #writing #fanfic #suptober23 #liminal #i wrote this while having a splitting headache #please be proud of me

[urlocalsadkid-l]

it was my first time showering since thursday!!!!!

#please be proud of me #it took so much energy #i’m so tired #urlocalsadkid l #text post #random #venus rambles

[flashbackonyourbehalf]

This is the first time in about 3-4 weeks that I’ve eaten three full meals today.

The ED part of my brain is disgusted with myself, but I hope somebody is proud of me.

#anorexia #anorex14 #eating disorder #eating disorder recovery #please be proud of me

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

So apparently the Ivy/Claudine one shot from yesterday passes for this week's Writing.

Please go read it.

#please be proud of me #i want attention

[lauryn-order]

I did it. I ate a bowl of mashed potatoes. I want to cry now, but I did it.

#please be proud of me #that was the most painful thing #but I forced myself to do it

[three-in-one]

Yippee, we finally took a shower! It might not seem like a lot, but it is when you're always tired and never have energy. Believe it or not, 700+ people sharing a body does take a toll on you. Who would have guessed? /s/lh

- Troy

#please be proud of me #we're tired #we're trying #but it's hard #:'} #plurality #plural system #system #system stuff #sysblr

[00frey00]

my year 8 english teacher would not be proud

#girlblog #girlhood #academic weapon #academic validation #mrs wayman i miss you #please be proud of me #burnt out #radiohead #im just a girl #hell is a teenage girl

[adaine-party-wizard]

yall. my dance showcase is TOMORROW. i’m choreographing the contemporary number and i picked out the costumes that look like this

i picked the black one cause the dance is to Son of Nyx by hozier. anyway there’s a guy in the dance who isn’t comfortable with that kind of bodysuit so i spent so long looking for a shirt for him that had similar sleeves and decided fuck it, i have blind confidence and a very basic knowledge of sewing. i can do this. so he bought a turtleneck and i replaced the sleeves and

VOILA!!! it’s decent!! i hand sewed it all cause my sewing machine makes me want to scream. but like it’s passable!! it’s good enough! the fabric and elastic only cost like $7!

#the devil lillith on my shoulder #please be proud of me #i’m making scrunchies for all my dancers now with the extra fabric #and maybe a shirt for myself? we’ll see

[shatnerihardlyknowher]

Just ate 4 slices of bread

#please be proud of me #:(

[kanekoii]

i gained some weight :D

#lyr.txt #for the record #i’m pretty underweight cuz of multiple things #neglect ed etc #but i gained a little weight and i’m on the way to recovering :) #please be proud of me

[bpdohwhatajoy]

Today is the first day I didn’t check my abusive ex’s socials once in a very very long time

#please be proud of me #ryan.txt #ex fp #fucked up people #basically he harassed me again in the summer which started up my trauma response again so I fell back into being hyper vigilant #and checking his stuff #and it’s been getting worse #I’ve been on edge #I haven’t been sleeping #and I realized that basically my brain feels like it’s in the relationship rn #even though it no longer is #I’m trying to break the cycle of checking his stuff #it is so incredibly difficult #abusive ex #bpd