this is what happened right

based on the ao3 fic “nothing more, nothing less. nothing more, nothing less.” by Nobody_in_particular03. also on tumblr going by the name of @hectorthedoggo (i think…) go check them out lmaolmao

we never painted by the numbers, baby, but we were making it count; you know the greatest loves of all time are over now?…I knew you, leaving like a father running like water, and when you are young they assume you know nothing—but I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long, ‘cause I knew EVERYTHING when I was young, I knew I’d curse you for the longest time (chasing shadows in the grocery line) I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me you’d come back to me and you’d come back to me and you’d come back…50 years is a long time Holiday House sat quietly on that beach, free of woman with madness (their men and bad habits) and then it was bought by me ;)…I can see you staring, honey, like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me, second, third, and hundredth chances (balancing on breaking branches) those eyes add insult to injury…I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace, and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves, you had to kill me (but it killed you just the same) cursing my name, wishing I stayed, you turned into your worst fears, and you’re tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years…and I’m still a believer (but I don’t know why) I’ve never been a natural (all I do is try try try) I’m still on that trapeze, I’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me…please picture me in the weeds, before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted…back when we were still changing for the better, wanting was enough (for me it was enough) to live for the hope of it all—cancel plans just in case you’d call and say, “meet me behind the mall,” so much for summer love (and saying “us”) ‘cause you weren’t mine to lose…they told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential, and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad (I have a lot of regrets about that) I was so ahead of the curve the curve became a sphere, fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here…“DON’T CALL ME “KID”! DON’T CALL ME “BABY”! look at this IDIOTIC FOOL that you made me,” you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else; and you know DAMN WELL for you I would RUIN myself a million little times…time, mystical time, cutting me open then healing me fine, were there clues I didn’t see? and isn’t it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?…the master of spin has a couple side flings (good wives ALWAYS know)—she should be MAD should be SCATHING like me, but no one likes a mad woman…only 20 minutes to sleep but you dream of some epiphany (just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen)…will you have me? will you love me? will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? if you kiss me will it be just like I dreamed it? will it patch your broken wings?…our coming-of-age has come and gone, suddenly this summer it’s clear: I never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near (and it’s just around the corner, darling, ‘cause it lives in me, no I could never give you peace), but I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade, ocean wave blues come, all these people think love’s for show (but I would die for you in secret)…my best laid plan, your sleight of hand, my barren land I am ash from your fire, stood on the cliffside screaming, “give me a reason, your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in.” don’t want no other shade of blue, but you, no other sadness in the world would do…I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet ‘cause I haven’t moved in years, and I want you right here

Either this is on response to something I did or it’s just a hug

And I can’t tell which it is

oh i forgot

promoting myself rq

I made this a couple of months ago but. hack your 3ds. do it right now.

ok yeah this rules

MEN DNI

crimis doodles that turned into a story by accident

hi sanlu nation how are y’all doing

realizing thistle never actually reached the maturation point for an elf is so. eye opening. especially bc he actually witnessed both delgal's birth and the birth of delgal's son (AND HIS GRANDSON!!). as a human reader it's so easy to be lulled into thinking he's so old and marcille's remark of him being a child came so fast it's so easily forgotten

like i definitely think the golden kingdom and delgal himself never knew let alone be able to perceive thistle as an immature person. bc in their years he's just so old. and i think growing up surrounded with all tallmen also gave thistle false perceptions of how mature he was and it played a part in him taking on the responsibility of rejecting death for the whole kingdom. it's a brilliant and raw display of what age discrepancy actually means in the world of dungeon meshi

a lil bit older now, but some simon sketches ♡

teef

the them..?

sketching something....maybe.....

RDR2 Text posts that are 100% true