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archivingheartbeats · 8 months
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Friendship doesn't feel like fire, anymore.
Our shared has-been could burn me hollow.
There is no raging need to throw
Open wide the gates, to be invaded.
You have no invasion force.
You're just one weary traveler
Easing down the road
To meet my hearth-fire.
You're just the cat padding peaceful
To my lap to purr and sleep.
And that's the way I love you.
My hearth is always ready,
Because I know you'll knock for me.
My hand is open to your curious nose,
The gentle dance of reacquaintance
Waiting on your purr.
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ellemonjuice · 3 months
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Memory plays a joke on me. I remember little things.
Fear of heights. Dislike for bananas. Allergy to pumpkin. Disgust for toes. Favorite colors. Forgotten places. Rare smiles.
I wish I remembered something else instead. Something of greater value. Like this rule I couldn't apply during my midterm, or where I put my keys this morning.
The ghosts pass by after spending a while making home under my skin. The small parts of them linger, like skin particles and hair all over the apartment. I do not study forensic science, but I pick them up and put them in sealed bags.
The evidence of someone sharing truths and secrets with me somewhere in the blurring fog of the past.
I wonder if they carry those little bits of me with them too.
I wonder if my bag is still sealed in a corner of their memory.
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.
but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.
a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.
instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting
i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."
i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.
and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.
"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."
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snarkspawn · 3 months
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I randomly did this as a bunch of quick warmup sketches over the weekend, and I was going to do nash as well only to run out of steam two doodles in lmao
but I need you to look at twin tails and short haired nash anyway asjkls
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Phantom, the sentient Helmet
Danny wasn't running away. He no longer had a reason to run, or to really care about his injuries (he wondered if his experience at Amity had left him numb to physical injuries, but when your father shoots you 5 times a week you start to get used to it).
The truth was that Danny was a little envious of his clone. Ellie had no responsibilities and she could travel wherever she wanted; Because of his obsession, or his mentality, Danny could never be free, he always had to stick with someone to protect. He needed to protect. It just couldn't be Amity the one he protected anymore.
Then he left his hometown. He hugged his friends and said goodbye before looking for a new "purpose", preferably one that didn't hate him. And he arrived in Gotham, with an aggressive spirit that screamed that he wanted to be protected as much as he was protecting.
It was obvious that "Red Hood" didn't know the ghostly ways, so Danny debated how to help him until he noticed his helmet, and the halfa did the only thing he could think of: he possessed it.
When Jason woke up, his helmet had developed an A.I. that he was sure it didn't have before. When he tried to restart it, the A.I. moved to his motorcycle, and well, it wasn't hard to find out that it wasn't an A.I. at all, but "Phantom" refused to leave. Jason sighed and left it like that.
At the end, Phantom turned out to be very helpful, always with reliable information, and sometimes, he didn't even behave like the A.I he was supposed to be, sometimes he was just a very tired guy, spouting vaguely worrying comments. And giving life advice to Jason, ignoring everything he was doing, like killing people (bad ones), Phantom didn't really care. Once, Phantom said that he was right, that what he was doing was right.
The first time he found out what Phantom really was was because some people cornered him, and were about to shoot him before something jumped out of his helmet. Something gigantic and vaguely threatening, but Jason felt safe. When the shadows disappeared and all that was left was a boy of his own age, clearly tired, Jason wondered if it was too late to ask him to stay out of the helmet.
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enbysiriusblack · 8 months
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the marauders are the most dramatic ppl ever.
james 'acts like the world is ending and everyone he loves has died everytime he loses a quidditch match' potter
sirius 'declares life pointless to the entire school and decides to make it everyone's problem when zonko's runs out of stink bombs' black
remus 'stutters, drops everything, throws up, trips down seven flights of stairs at the mere mention of his crush' lupin
peter 'got shouted at by madame pince on his first day and decided to spend the next seven years pissing her off as much as possible' pettigrew
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bread-wizards · 28 days
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I think a lot of the meta about Orym forgets that Orym isn't just an adventurer, he is a former bodyguard. His self worth is tied up in how well he can protect people and especially his loved ones. Thats why he sold his future to a hag, because its all he had left to give in order to be able to help.
Thats also why he seems so angry after FCG's death.
Otohan has killed his husband and father. Then him. Then he is brought back and told she also killed Fearne and Laudna. She killed Eshteross. She almost kills Keyleth. Now FCG has to sacrifice himself to save them all and kill Otohan and Orym was knocked out for it.
His job is to protect people and even with the added power from Nana Morri, it's still not enough. 6 years later and his loved ones are still dying and he can do nothing but watch.
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owlsie-hoot · 4 months
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"It's a relationship that is open to interpretation. Everyone should interpret it as they wish. It's about the little subtle moments." Jamie Crichton (x)
✦ It is a multi-layered relationship filled with unspoken truths ✦
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voxmilia · 2 months
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Oh Sklonda's righteous fury hits so hard, as a kid who WAS taken advantage of in many ways by her friends when she was in school, and whose mom tried to tell her they were being unkind and who didn't believe her until she got kinder friends
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iwasbored777 · 11 months
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When Peni smiles in the end despite being so numb earlier it made me smile too. The moment wasn't exactly happy when she showed up, she couldn't smile then unlike now, it's a whole different mood in these two scenes. And when we take in consideration that she had her disastrous canon event play out before ATSV, she's happy now because she has her old friends back which makes this even more wholesome.
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vaggieslefteye · 2 days
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MORE THAN ANYTHING - REPRISE ↳ from Hazbin Hotel Season One (2024): 1x08 - "The Show Must Go On"
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archivingheartbeats · 4 months
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You swore yourself a house
With no fire escapes,
A ship with no lifeboats.
While I was still thinking of caution
You said you would go down with me,
Go down beneath green waves.
There's a chance of us becoming
Coral-covered bones,
But we might get so lucky
We are magicked into mermaids.
The ship you built our birthplace,
No stress of drowning,
Just a private grotto.
If the house ever went up in flame
You are betting on us being phoenix,
Eggs miracle enough to hatch
New life from ashes.
You leap faith and I watch feathers grow
To wing you even higher.
You swear you will not Icarus
But kiss the sun,
Run its firelight honey down your face,
Bring all that life back in your faithful fledge
To pass the kiss onto my brow.
How are you so confident you will not break,
Or that breaking will be worthwhile
As long as we are hand in hand?
Oh my luckiest accident,
My sun-golden blue-eyed girl,
My cleverest wild thing,
Tricksy but faithful Fox.
You believe in me so loud
You make me sing again,
With notes I thought were dust and death
In withered lungs.
You make me hope us mermaid,
Phoenix:
Sun-kissed we'll swim or soar.
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rhymaes · 4 months
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Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023) // Anne Carson
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stuckinapril · 2 months
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A toxic trait I had when I was taking organic chemistry is I’d listen to love songs but instead of thinking about a hypothetical lover like a normal person I contextualized the songs as being about me getting the grade I wanted
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hajihiko · 2 years
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A little too real 😢
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 10 months
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I know many people in the fandom hates the EC and for some reason also Nora (when she gave us aftg like what’s wrong with y’all) but how many authors give us as much as Nora did?! Who gave us so so much extra content when she could have just left us with the three books. I love the EC with my entire heart and I understand if you don’t agree with some of it but hating it ?? And hating the author for it?? The EC is so under-appreciated and underrated.
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