Hii INTJ girl here. I’ve been on hiatus from tumblr for 3 years but I was so happy to see you were still around 🖤
I wanted to ask you something… I’ve been feeling lonely for some time now, and it’s something that’s never really bothered me, I was happy doing things by myself, but lately I think I got a sense like I’m missing something. All my friends have they’re special someone and it feels like life is going on and I’m stuck here all alone, even more now that I’m finishing uni. But then again every time I have to go through a crowd of people my age I get anxious and just walk as fast as I can to get away. So what do people usually do? Like what can I do to get away from these feelings of loneliness? 🫠
Hellooooo INTJ! I've also been on hiatus tbh :) it seems like there's a wave back to tumblr these days.
Ohhhhhh so I big relate to this feeling of like.... sENSING like you're missing something, particularly at the end of uni. I am #perpetuallysingle, and I have many friends who are #perpetuallynot. But I would say that even for them, they feel loneliness, so it's not about being in a relationship. Loneliness is pervasive and kind of an unsung dementor that everyone feels to like... some degree.
If you are like the INTJs in my life, just hanging around people who you only kinda like won't do the trick, and having to interact with a ton of random people in a crowd won't do it either. Which it's totally ok to be more into quality interaction over quantity. Loneliness I think is only solved by fully living in the moment, being fully occupied and enjoying your time. And passing interactions don't fix this.
The biggest help I think of, for me, has been hobbies that I can do by myself--particularly because my loneliness was the worst at night. So by having my self hobbies, I'd be fully occupied by a project and then realize it's time to sleep without time to think about being alone. I was living by myself in Germany for a couple of months during covid and it was so ridiculously hard in the beginning. By the end, I'd painted so many pictures, had a yoga thing going on, a puzzle, and joined on as a mentor in a hackathon in addition to work. It was good because I learned to be alone and enjoy it-- and now when my housemates leave, I have a hot minute of being sad that I can't run home for the little holidays, but then I remember that I know how to enjoy my time. This aside, I'm still lonely! I just think it doesn't hurt anymore lol.
The second help is holding on to friends who you do like. Now I live very far from both my home, family, and many of my close friends. As a result, it's very very necessary for me to make effort to message people. Eventually people become close, and it gets much easier! (I didn't have close friends until uni so I was a late learner on this.)
It's ok to be lonely though! I think it's natural and difficult for people when they grow up to go out into a world without family immediately there. Particularly since no one will quite know us the way our parents or guardians did, you know? Also, it's better to be lonely than in a relationship you don't enjoy. I did that a year ago and woooof I was sO glad to be single again when I broke up with him! :)
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Every once in a while I remember this porno clip or still I saw of a guy living the ostentatious masc dream of a luxurious pad filled with hoes draping themselves languorously and cavorting lithely and etc. But a big part of it was supposed to be, clearly, how much power and money he had. and.
he had a tarp down on the sofa for his hoes. and.
sorry but am I shallow for my dream being that someone else washes the covers on the cushions OR it just gets reupholstered after??
like it was just so intrusive on this fantasy of power and control that this guy couldn’t unwind his neuroses enough to relax about his couch. like just don’t fuck on it at that point! Fuck somewhere else!
putting a tarp down for your hoes. god.
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Was looking at the Harrington home online to scout out how many rooms it had, n there was a list of rooms other than bedrooms and bathrooms, n one of them was a recreation room. Now I can't stop thinking about a pool table that sits in the rec room all day long that Steve knows every nook and cranny of. When he's bored and everyone is too busy to hang out with, he goes to the pool table and plays game after game after game.
Queue Eddie coming over, seeing the pool table, and offhandedly saying how he doesn't really know how to play. Steve, who has the biggest fucking crush on him, sees an opening. He tells him he'll teach him. Even if by the end of it Eddie still forgoes some rules and asks Steve to make his hits for him, he can't get rid of the burn on his fingers from here his hands touched Eddie's — and he could never forget the sensation of Eddie's hair brushing against his cheek.
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Falling (In Love)
Destiel Fanfiction
2,065 words
Rated G
Tags: Aftermath Of A Case (we don't see the case, but we see what Situation Dean and Cas have ended up in because of it), Castiel Is A Fallen Angel, Dean Sees Cas's Wings, Near Death Experience, First Kiss.
Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures even if those measures are jumping out of the window on the seventieth floor with nothing but hope and mangled fallen angel wings to keep you in the air. Probably not the best time for a kiss... or is it?
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In terms of ‘situations where escape seems impossible’ Dean would probably rank this at a solid two. He’s not entirely sure what keeps it from being number one, since there are currently a group of eight witches blocking the only doored exit to the room, and the only other way out would be through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him – seventy stories up from the ground. Dean lost his gun a few floors back, and Cas’s angel blade was stolen by the witches, so they’re also weapon-less. But he figures that while the spell book that he and Cas just stole is still in his hands the witches won’t risk damaging it, so at least they can stall for time while he thinks of some way to get them both out with the book. He’s escaped with impossible odds against him all the time.
It just feels a little more impossible than usual.
Dean glances over at Cas, hoping to see some kind of glint in his eyes that means he’s got a plan. But he’s not looking at Dean. His eyebrows are drawn together in indecision and worry and he’s staring straight ahead with a vacant expression that means he’s deep in his thoughts.
Hope flares in Dean’s chest.
He’s learned enough from Cas’s expressions over the years to know that he’s got something up his sleeve. Something risky, but hell, Dean’s not picky about that right now.
The witches all take a pace forwards as a unit and Cas tugs on Dean’s shirt sleeve to pull him back further towards the window, to keep their distance. Nothing but a desk separates them now.
The huge glass window is pressing cold and solid against their backs in a cruel reminder that freedom is a pane of glass away, but they’d never survive the fall.
“Just give us the book Winchester,” one of the witches snaps.
“Give us the book and we’ll let you both live,” another adds in a low, persuasive tone.
“Like hell you will,” Dean retorts with a snort, “you think I’m gonna trust a single damn thing that comes out of a witch’s mouth?”
A witch taller than the others takes another step closer to them both, her chin held high, and she examines her long, blood red nails as if bored by the whole situation. “Boys, boys, boys,” she says, with a shake of her head, “I grow tired of this. You’ve stolen my book, and I want it back. There is clearly nowhere for you to go, so I suggest that you hand it over, or I will regretfully have to kill you both and hope that my book survives.”
“This book contains angelic spells, and it belonged to the angels before it belonged to you. You’re the ones who stole it in the first place. You have no more claim to it than we do,” Cas says suddenly, his voice firm and full of defiance.
“Yeah, except Cas is an angel, so really, yknow, if it belongs to anyone it belongs to him,” Dean adds, tapping the front cover of the old book with his knuckles and scoping out the room again while he stalls for time, hoping to find any way out of this. Preferably without him and Cas becoming spell-practice for witches or bloody smears on the sidewalk below them.
The bold witch at the front laughs in a throaty cackle.
Dean smiles. “Wow, nice laugh you got there, Wicked Witch of the West, you about to tell me you’re gonna get me and my little dog too?”
“Mm, you are pretty I’ll give you that. But no, I’m just amused that you can call that an angel. I’ve been using those spells a long time, so I can see something of this… abomination’s true form, and trust me, Winchester, if you could see what I see you wouldn’t call it an angel.”
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Print shop update & comms opening soon!
Now that the grad show has finished, I've got the time to focus on things besides school! The show was yesterday night and I'm proud to say that my illustration work earned me an Award of Excellence, and this painting here, titled "Blue Sky Thinking", was selected by Sheridan College to be the face of their Community Impact Report and it'll be mailed to tens of thousands of homes!!
I'm so happy to have my hard work appreciated after struggling with Covid for so long 😊😆 You can check out my grad webpage here! It's a chance to see what I've been working on in between dozens of fanart paintings hahaha
In more news, my print shop has been updated! I've received asks requesting that I make certain paintings available as prints, including some Critical Role stuff and all my Limited Life art. If there are any I've missed that you'd like to get as prints, let me know and I'll add em! All prints are currently on sale!
One last thing is that I'll be opening up commissions in the next few days!! I'm planning on opening up several slots for a discounted run of Portrait commissions. This initial run will be only Portraits as I ease into it after the crunch of grad, and they will be 50 dollars off the usual price–so get your characters ready! I can't wait to hear from you 😄✨
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I got married this summer!! And I spent the year leading up to it designing & patterning & making my dresses! So here they are; unfortunately my photo selection is pretty limited cause our photographer got almost no fullbody pictures of me alone from the front, but w/e
My wedding dress/outfit/what have you consisted of an Edwardian-ish blouse and a skirt which I drafted off of an actual Victorian walking skirt pattern except since I didn’t wanna obtain/wear a corset & bustle I took out the hip shaping so it just turned out to be a partial circle skirt that’s a little longer and fuller in back. Oh, and the front panel was actually two overlapping panels which could be folded back and attached to the inside of the skirt. I wore it closed at the actual marriage part which I didn’t get good pics of, and open at the ring ceremony, which is where all the above pics were taken. The pants were resale, but I did make my veil and bouquet!
The second dress was very inspired by this set of classic lolita OP’s (particularly the one in the first two pics) which I first saw back in 2021 and I’d been itching to make something similar ever since, so I picked up the fabric for it when it was on sale back at my old job and then pencilled it in as my reception dress so I would actually get around to making it. (Although fun fact both of these outfits STILL need more sewing done before they’re completely ready for regular wear lol. Someday) I got the cameo for the brooch off Etsy (it has a butterfly on it) and my grandma bought me the shoes for Christmas last year, though I added the bows to them (they’re removable and I also made a pink set) and also made the earrings and hair bow.
Anyway we recently got done moving and stuff so hopefully I will be able to do more art soon! (Also they/them preferred as usual 💜)
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