Regular Jon Sims Tuesday

Jon every single day when they were at Salesa’s…

Me when I can't talk about my TMA AUs

Me when I'm trying to lock in

I'm multitasking right now (redoing an animation, working on a web page, and cleaning up this sketch) but apparently Sonic is the priority to my brain

What am I doing with my life?...

Here you have a sneak peek to my future lonely eyes fic.

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They lie in bed, silence stretching between them.

"You know... I really used to love you. Never said it, never had to," Peter murmurs, twisting the ring on his finger.

"You don’t love me anymore?" Elias asks, almost teasing.

"No."

"Then why do you keep coming back?"

"You know why."

A smirk tugs at Elias’s lips. "You really lost your purpose, didn't you? Now... you rely on me. To be the subtle reminder that you'll always be..." He pauses, letting the word settle before finishing, "alone."

He chuckles. "Poor, lonely Peter Lucas."

Peter exhales sharply "Elias... I want a divorce."

"You'll come back eventually."

Elias reaches out, tilting Peter’s chin up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Peter looks away, eyes almost teary. Without a word, he slides the ring off his finger and sets it on the nightstand.

"Fuck you," he mutters before getting dressed in silence, slamming the door behind him, and vanishing into the fog.

Elias stares at the abandoned ring, running a hand through his hair. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he murmurs, "I love you too."

My first post and it’s them. Just Michael yapping while Gerry prepares himself a burger.

The background picture was taken from Pinterest.

I simply love the fact that the episodes that talk about them are 101 and 111, don’t ask me why.

You Are Keeping Us Going 💙

I never thought I would be here, writing these words, asking for help just to make it through another day. But war does not leave you with choices. It takes everything—your home, your family, your future—and leaves you with nothing but grief and uncertainty.

I lost 25 family members in a single moment. I can still hear their voices in my head, still remember the warmth of their presence. But they are gone, and I am left to carry the weight of that loss.

Our home was reduced to dust. Everything we built, everything we owned, disappeared in an instant. And now, every day is a struggle just to survive.

But because of your kindness, we have now reached $2,500. It is still far from what we need, but it is a reminder that people have not forgotten us. That even in the darkest times, compassion still exists.

💔 We are still displaced, still searching for safety. 💔 We are still mourning, still trying to find a way forward. 💔 But your support gives us the strength to keep going.

Even $5 might not seem like much, but it adds up. If you can’t donate, just sharing this post can help us reach someone who can. Every act of kindness matters.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters #309

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My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Yes.

Some of my wips

Don't know where to start yet, but hopefully I can finish one for next week

I want to be inside a podcast

jon sims losing his mind in seasons two and three <333

the magnus archives has me in a serious chokehold right now

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