Please grow happy and strong💕

Not gonna lie, this very public friendship breakdown is giving me flashbacks of how the friend group I was in in college dissolved. This really speaks of people who never experienced these things younger suddenly going through all the levels of high school pettiness at once. Yes, some of these guys made massive screw ups or betrayed each other (according to certain people). Yes, things should have ended earlier. Yes, there is a power dynamic at play in a lot of this we weren’t aware of. And frankly… WE DID NOT NEED TO KNOW.

This should have been done in a group setting, closed doors, and then people coming away deciding quietly not to work together anymore. I’m disappointed in pretty all of them at this point, but that’s par for the course for a lot of these younger Minecraft creators. (The only reason I see the younger hermits being okay is they have proper mentors, not each other to bounce off of). I wouldn’t be surprised if the Brighton group goes through something similar in a few years.

I really miss the days of Jack, Mark, and Pewds. Where if someone stopped working with someone else for personal reasons, it was treated as if it was a business relationship dissolving. Nothing more. Things were handled privately, without the fans needing to be involved.

I really hope Bad and Sam are doing okay. I hope Sapnap is doing okay. I could see Punz splitting from the entire group with Hannah and Sylvee. Bad has known these guys since they were young teens. Sam I’m not sure. I know him and Punz are much closer (unless, horrifically, Sam is Friend B). But I hope everyone is doing okay regardless.

I give it a good year before things smooth over. Before people realize the way they acted was inappropriate and maybe apologize for what they did and how they handled things.

For now, guys, take care of yourselves. Go watch some other people (the Hermits are great and so is InTheLittleWood and the Empires gang), don’t feel guilt about enjoying these creators (you didn’t know, no one did publicly), and don’t be ashamed of still wanting to enjoy the DSMP. The characters are based on how the creators acted on the server, not in real life. They belong to the fandom as a whole. Go enjoy some fanart and fanfics.

—You are loved

Friendly reminder that if you feel like you're getting burned out from kink stuff, take some time away. I genuinely believe too much kink stuff can mess with your head. If you arent getting the same enjoyment, no one will blame you for taking time away for some fresh air

Amongst the chaos of life, don't forget to press pause ⏸️. Taking the time out for self-care isn't just a luxury, it's also a necessity. Embrace moments of stillness, recharge your spirit, and nourish your soul. You truly deserve it! 💕🛁🍷

“Take time to do what makes your soul happy!”🥰

Hello lovelies~

I am taking a wee break from Snapchat and tumblr :) I’m feeling a lil drained from posting and making content and just need a wee breather <3

I’ll be back in a few days

Love you all :))

I'll be waiting and my feelings for you won't go away 💝

hi amber! could i request something about harry helping reader through grief? if it's too heavy or triggers you in any way that's completely understandable and you don't have to write it! i just need some comfort right now, i lost my grandpa a month ago and i'm struggling a lot with it and i feel so lonely and like no one cares, so yeah... :(

thank you so much and i hope you're doing well! <3

Hi lovely, thank you for the request! I’m so sorry for your loss. Grief is tough but take your time with it okay? It’s hard but I promise it gets better. I hope this brings you some comfort. And please know you are loved and cared for, sending you all the healing energy. All the love, A. xx

The safety of your arms

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Harry was a firm believer of the saying grief was love with no where to go. He knew you often overwhelmed yourself with such a thing, it tore him apart, it truly did. But now he was focusing on the fact that your grief was becoming unbearable… you had become more quiet. Less talkative. More emotional and very anxious. He always told you to talk to him and that if you needed him he would be right there, but you were afraid of bothering him but that morning- you awoke feeling worse than ever, the grief was getting to you, it felt like the weight of the world had been pressured upon your shoulders and here you were knees up to your chest as you stared down at the covers on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks as your breathing grew heavier and heavier. Your chest was very tight and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe

Your lower lip trembled, eyes wide, as your hand soon trembled towards your phone grabbing onto it and immediately calling Harry’s number. You and Harry were a couple but didn’t live together just yet, he had offered to stay with you, but you explained the fact that you needed time to grieve and he accepted that. Soft sobs left your lips your eyes squinting as you struggled to calm down “y/n? Hey… what’s up?” Harrys voice came through the phone, voice croaky and slightly raspy proving he had just woken up “h-harry… I-I need you… I-I cant do this anymore.” You sobbed out and the man’s heart instantly dropped into his stomach “oh y/n” he whispered, “hey… darling I need you to calm down. Breathe okay? I’ll be over in ten.” He spoke keeping the phone up to his ear as he threw on a random T-shirt and some navy blue shorts “Harry I cant do this anymore, I’m so scared… I miss him so much… I don’t know what to do. I miss him” you cried out to him your voice cracking over the phone as your sobs only grew heavier and heavier “I know baby… I know… I’m coming now okay? Keep talking to me sweetheart. You’re going to be okay.”

His words barely got through to you, you felt as if nothing would be okay anymore, and so you didn’t respond you just cried. Seconds turned into minutes and soon enough Harry had walked through the front door, hanging up, as he rushed into your bedroom. Your hair was a mess and your face was covered in tears- dry and new. You clearly hadn’t been taking care of yourself. The sight of you made his heart break. “Harry” you sobbed arms wide open, needing him, and he happily but sadly obliged as he got onto the bed beside you the bed dipping beside you, your arms wrapping around his neck as his arms smoothed around your waist pulling you into his chest- he slowly sat down, back against the headboard as he held you in his embrace- pressing soft kisses to your head as you sobbed into his chest your sobs breaking him, fingers curled into the material of his T-shirt your sobs only growing louder. “Shhh shhh… I’ve got you… I’ve got you… oh baby I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hand snaked up and down your back slowly and gently as he gently tried to sooth you “shh my love… shh… I’m right here. I’m right here.” Your shoulders jerked with every sob that rocketed throughout you before an anguished scream left your lips, the scream muffled by his T-shirt, it wasn’t necessarily a scream- more so a yell of pure agony. You didn’t know how else to deal with these unbearable emotions and so you were letting these feelings out and Harry was allowing you to do just that,

“Let it all out… good job… you’re doing a good job sweetheart… you are… I’m so sorry baby. So sorry.” He whispered holding onto you tightly your sobs growing louder and louder, you were practically inconsolable, and soon enough you began to panic because you couldn’t suck in your breaths properly- hiccups leaving your lips, your lungs contracting harshly as you squeezed your eyes shut, hands gripping onto his T-shirt “I-I-I can’t breathe- I can’t…” you could though, you just felt as if you couldn’t due to the panic and pure grief you were going through. You needed support. “Hey hey… baby… baby…” his hand caressed against your cheek making you look at him “focus on your breathing… hey… focus… you’re breathing. You’re okay. Listen to me sweetheart… hey…” he looked deeply into your eyes before he gently grabbed your hand placing it down onto his chest allowing you to feel his heart before he began to slowly exaggerate his breathing, attempting to get you to follow his breaths, “I love you so much darling. Love you so much… just breathe okay? I’m here for you.. right here…” your eyes, full of trust and desperation, gazed into his eyes fearfully your grief stricken gaze breaking his heart “I-I’m so scared” you whimpered out and he shushed you gently “I know you are but you’ve got no reason to be scared darling… I promise… I’m here. Right here. Shhh.” He ran his fingers through your hair as he gently and slowly rocked you back and forth in his embrace “I-I- don’t leave me… please.” You whispered out and he shook his head “won’t leave you. Im staying I promise.” His fingernails gently scratched against your back in a soothing manner, before he slowly lifted his hand up to cup against the back of your head, scratching your scalp slowly and gently trying to sooth you, your head coming to rest against his chest as he continued gently scratching your head soothingly your sobs continuing but little by little your sobs slowly began to die down,

“That’s it… good… good.” He soothed quietly as he pressed soft kisses to the top of your head “you’re okay… you’re okay…” he held you close to his chest as you whimpered quietly. “I miss him…” you whispered and he nodded “I know darling. I know. You’re allowed to miss him. You’re allowed to be sad. You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to not be okay…” he soothed to you gently as he rubbed up and down your back slowly and gently “let me take care of you… okay? Let me take care of you… you don’t have to do anything anymore… let me look after you, yeah?” And as you nodded weakly he pressed a kiss to your head, soothing you lovingly “I-I feel like no one cares for me Harry… I’m so sad… I don’t know how to do it anymore.” You sniffled weakly and he nodded, trying to show you that he understood you “I understand darling… but listen to me… please. Y/n…” he cupped your face in his hands your chin resting against his chest, eye to eye as he looked deeply into your eyes “you are so loved…” he spoke to you quietly before leaning in, lips pressing against your forehead “so loved… I care for you… you have so many people that care for you. I promise you. You’re so important…” he stroked his thumb against your cheek gently and lovingly “you’re very loved.” He studied your eyes attempting to get it through to you that you were loved. That even if it was difficult you mattered and were very important. He soon fell silent just holding you in his embrace, allowing the silence to wrap around you both as he rocked you back and forth in his embrace staying quiet for a while until eventually he spoke to you quietly,

“Want me to run you a bath?” He asked gently and very softly and you just weakly nodded “yeah? Okay sweetheart.” He murmured gently “please don’t let go of me.” You begged out and he shushed you keeping a hold of you “I won’t my love… I won’t….” He held you close to his chest “bath later…” you whispered and he nodded his head “okay darling… okay… that’s okay.” He murmured softly rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently “if you want to sleep you can… I’ve got you… it’s okay. You’re safe with me.” He pressed multiple kisses to your forehead, arms squeezing around you as he held you close his arms tight and loving around you. “You don’t have to do this by yourself sweetheart… please let me help you, okay?” You nodded snuggling into his embrace and he simply held you, loving on you, pressing soft kisses to your forehead every now and then as you began to rest in his embrace. He hummed a soft tune to you, a random tune, no specific tune just a random one to sooth you and it certainly helped. Your breathing became a lot calmer and now you were half asleep on his chest

“Love you so much” you muttered out gently as he stroked his fingers through your hair “love you just as much. Forever and always.” He murmured softly not daring to let go of you and just like he promised: he took care of you. He pampered you and loved on you as best as he could, whilst also getting you out of the house, buying you flowers and chocolates to try and make you smile again. Your happiness was important to him and he wanted you to be okay… it was tough… it always would be… but grief took its time. And he wanted you to know that you had to let it take its time… it was torturous, and exhausting but soon enough it would become easier. It might take years…. Months… or never… but I promise you… one day it’ll all become a whole lot easier.

Be kind to yourself. You matter. You’ll get through this. As Harry would say: we’ll be alright<3

Healing isn't a straight path; it's a journey of ups and downs. Embrace the process, be patient, and trust your resilience.

Quack? 🫤🦆

part 10 I'm gonna take a nap in a minute bc I've been sobbing to Radiohead songs all morning while working on this and being in the crossfire of arguments between parents and friends

"Oh, Tyler! How's it going, eh?" The farm boy looked over at the floating ghost, not even noticing the hole in his chest or his pale, taut skin.

"..Ezekiel, you need to avoid Alejandro at all costs. He's.." Tyler thought hard, trying to come up with a lie.

"..Infected? Is he infected, Tyler?"

"Sure. That works." He replied dryly, clearly tired from.. y'know. The whole being dead thing. (/ref)

"Thanks for warning me, eh. I should get back to the others, you coming with me?"

"..I can't. And please, keep the fact that you talked with me a secret. Everyone thinks I'm not on the island." He lied again, trying to keep the fact that he's not alive hidden from Ezekiel.

"Oh, okay! So, I'll see you later?"

"Of course. See you later, Ezekiel."

(Sorry if this part is really poorly written, I hadn't had time to plan anything first since I've given myself a schedule for the production of this AU, and I'm just one dude handling this on my own after all.)

Tyler's lucky that Ezekiel was dumb enough to not notice the fact that he's a CORPSE.

“Do More of Your Favourite Things.”

You’re Not Lazy : How To Force Your Brain To Crave Doing Hard Things