Had To Do A Gratitude Thing In Class And I'm Realizing How Much I've Changed Over The Last Two Years

This needs to be taught to people. Holy crap this is useful

No idea who needs to hear this. Because I've been writing, professionaly as my job for over a year and this only just clicked for me.

Dialogue does not have to be followed with 'X Said/Told/Yelled etc etc.' You can just move on to an action. IE: "Can't believe you did that!" X dropped to the floor, narrowly avoiding a sword that flew through the air where her throat had been seconds before.

I know for many writers this isn't some grand revelation but maybe it'll cause an epiphany for someone else.

and suddenly, i'm screaming.

snapshots of a stolen childhood

and suddenly i'm stimming

Regency era Touya who marries you, the daughter of a baron, in secret when you’re both in the folly of youth and then goes off to sea. You get a letter saying the ship he was on went down and there were no survivors. All you have to remember him by are the three weeks of marital honeymoon bliss before he was shipped off, and a wedding ring you keep hidden on a necklace (Elizabeth swan style ya know). You don’t even get a body to bury.

Seven years go by and your gentle heart has hardened. You had love once, but you’ll never get it again. You’re on your second season, determined to have fun and not seriously look for a husband - let alone from any of the young men who pursue you (what do they know of the world. Save them for some naive blushing debutante).

You still get offers though, and when an earl and your guardian sit down to properly consider marriage, he tells you that all he wants is an heir, and that your inheritance will remain yours, and to top it off you’ll have both a country and city home where you can reside and conduct yourself however you like (after the heir is secured, and with discretion of course)

Not a marriage of love, but of convenience and duty.

And you agree.

Your dress is bought, the invitations sent; everything is going off without a hitch.

Until you walk down the aisle and stand next to your fiancé and the doors burst open.

A man with inky hair and wild eyes stares at you and calls for a stop to the ceremony. Scars and tattoos mar his skin. The crowd is in an uproar calling for the removal of the filth that dared enter the church and ruin the wedding of the season.

He only has eyes for you though. With a swagger in his step, he marches down the aisle and grins at you.

“Aw,” he teases, “don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own husband?”

Freak

creative bursts go SO hard

omg YES i do want to finally return to watercolor painting

YES i want to use palette knife's

HELL YEA i wanna do a mixed media for my friend

I am no longer new, yet this is a brain-fuck of a site.

I am a complete newbie to tumblr.

I know of this existence because of Pinterest.

What is tumblr like as an actual site?

my broken man ❤️❤️

A Realistic Outlook on dating Hawks

Distorted Reflections - Hawks

This ended up kind of only focusing on the bad parts lmao-

Now lets get this straight- dating Hawks? Miracle. My next question is why?

He's... he's not an easy person to love. He's sarcastic and a sassy little shit most of the time when you actually get to know him properly, but flips on a dime to be the well-known and well-loved, kind-hearted, gentle hero everyone assumes he is.

The hero he lets everyone see.

He is not easy to love. Yes, he'll cherish and adore you, just shy of worshipping you, but he's also not very often around. He's a hero, and in his universe, that means he's spending weeks upon weeks out of town in the fucking trenches. He's shedding blood, hunting people down, planning. And if he's not doing any of that, he's patrolling.

"Hawks." You murmur gently, relief filling you as he settles quietly against the balcony. You stare at him- his golden eyes reflecting yours, catching the dimming sun and sending the warm light dancing. The smile on his face looks just a little less forced, just a little more real. "... hey, chickadee." He whispers, voice soft and affectionate. You slump into him, he catches you in a firm embrace. ... so many words are always left unsaid between you. It's better that way. You don't want to spend the time you have together fighting.

Hawks doesn't like being called Keigo, full stop. In fact, it triggers his flight or fight response and he gets very violent.

He would never, ever, ever raise a hand to you intentionally- but this man has undiagnosed C-PTSD with violent outbursts if he's ever triggered. He doesn't want to hurt you- god he doesn't want to hurt you- but he needs you to be patient with him.

Please, be patient with him. He's trying. He's never had a meaningful relationship in his life where both people's lives weren't on the line. He's never truly loved anyone.

So please be patient with him. He's trying his hardest but he's far from being perfect.

Oh- and don't think you went into this relationship unaware of any of this. He warns you that loving him, caring for him, being by his side is not going to be easy.

... which, I guess, brings us to the next part-

This man does not sleep. He has hallucinations, near constant ones that flicker at the corners of his visions and sometimes right in front of him because he won't let himself sleep. He can't. He's been conditioned to keep going until he passes out- and he does. And you can't force him to sleep, as much as you want to, because you can see the way he gets silently panicky whenever he even oversleeps for even a few seconds.

He never tells you about what he's been through, but it's not hard to see the signs that whatever it was, left him severely fucked up.

We don't even talk about how damn well he can mask. How he can cover up his emotions as if he can perfectly control every part of his body. Every inch. Every muscle. So sometimes you can't even tell. Not even his wings give him away.

You tell him you want more time with him.

"When the world is quieter." He offers you a lopsided smile- one that you're sure holds exhaustion and guilt behind it, "when I'm sure the world will finally leave you alone."

Because it's always for you. He always does everything for you. It's for you, or for others. You don't think he's ever done anything in his life.

The life of loving the number one pro is hard, but he's trying.

God, he's trying.

He just hopes that you can handle dealing with him and wherever the relationship ends up.

AHHHHHHHH AHHH AHHA HAHHHHHHHHHH

HERE IT IS, THE FINAL PART, I really can’t believe it’s been more than a year since I started drawing this, makes me so happy that so many people liked this AU that for so long Rose and I kept for ourselves, I’m so glad we decided to share it and turn it into this comic, IT’S BEEN SO AMAZING, Thank you all SO SO MUCH from the bottom of my heart for being here and for following this story, you’ve been so amazing and so patient, I’m so grateful I got to make this until the end.

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WE DID DISNEY KARAOKE I LOVED IT SM