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does anyone think about how quirks develop around the same time personality disorders do, really explains a lot

the freshman middle of October realisation that you are in fact living alone in a small student apartment away from home hits hard

(it's probably because I have big exams coming up, but shush let me enjoy my peace for a little more time)

Thinking about a Kiri desperate for answers who begs Ewya to see her, to talk to her, to just give her a chance. About her slipping into the water and connecting to the tree of souls when she knows she can’t. About her crying into warm sand as she racks her brain for memories she can’t quite reach and not knowing if they’re even hers.

About a Kiri meeting an aunt she never met, who brushes the hair from her face and whispers about before all this. About a school yard and a her mother as little as Tuk. She dreams of glimpses of red hair and a teacher, not a mother yet. She can’t imagine a life as peaceful as that could really be real.

A Kiri who opens her eyes and is immediately on the floor, a narrow eyed man pulls her up and holds her shoulder tight as if he didn’t shove her to the dirt the moment before. Tsutey is barely there before he is gone but she feels strong as stone. She wants to ask what he was going to say but the ground under her feet is growing growing growing until the earth reclaims her as it did him.

Her grandfather is found when she tries to bond to a tree with a shimmer in its bark. Is not a soul tree but she thinks there’s something there. He whispers about failures. About passing his burden to his youngest daughter’s oldest son. How he almost ended a cycle. How he didn’t.

She never thought about the people in bridgehead that were like Norm, Max, Trudy, Grace - they couldn’t be people in the stories or else the fires were too hot. But she breathes in the air of one of Norms meal kits and the metal floor beneath her feet is littered with candy wrappers and paper. There’s laughter, clinking of vials, a song humming through a tinny radio, and humanity feels a little too real. Her skin suddenly feels thin, her bones weaker. Her body is too big and too awkward but there’s a haze she hopes they felt all the way til the end. She never forgets how warm the sun through a window felt on such fragile skin.

Spider is so small and so stubborn and she can’t protect him. She’s screaming into the soil, begging for her mother to tell her what to do, and then the smoke fills her lungs. She gasps, breathing in fumes and choking on the poison when his eyes meet hers. Paz Socorro has his eyes, his curls in darker little ringlets. She cries, sobbing just like Kiri. She tried to get home, she tried not to leave him. She didn’t mean to start the pattern. She was only 23, she’d never done this before. Her plane burns and all she can taste are ashes but she feels her strength in her bones, trembling as they are, and she marches home like she doesn’t remember what fire tastes like.

The answers never come plain and sometimes Kiri doesn’t think she’s one person. She thinks she’s a collection. All the souls lost on pandora, gathered and loved with her ancestors or buried beneath the dirt she walks over. She tries though, again and again and again because the heartbeat thunders so loud that she swears it’s thousands of them, begging her to find them. She loves them as much as she hates them. She clings to her mother, the large and the small, and speaks with the only voice that doesn’t shake. Thinking about Kiri who calls it a blessing because a curse is ungrateful and she can’t call them something so cruel. She was never a little girl in the same way there’s always one reaching for her hand in the quiet seconds between minutes. Thinking about how Kiri can never just be Kiri but the way it’s integral to her that she can’t ever just be the one girl she was born as. How she’s not even sure which one that is.

Alright what’s the queer community’s opinions on Klinger from M*A*S*H

And yes this is my favorite frame of him because I like how he looks and the fit is great.

This is a new kind of tag game that I haven't partaken in so this will be interesting.

Tea or Hot Chocolate | Cozy Books or Halloween Movies | Plaid or Corduroy | Foggy Mornings or Twinkling Nights | Orange or Black | Pumpkin or Apple Pie | Wool or Velvet | Picking Fruits or Carving Pumpkins | Libraries or Coffee Shops | Cinnamon or Peanut Butter | Spooky or Cozy Halloween | Candles or Fairy Lights

Tag you're it: @pasta-monster-of-death @ami-box @shizuolovemail

ty @homosubtext & @evelyncwrites for the tags 🫶

Tea or Hot Chocolate | Cozy Books or Halloween Movies | Plaid or Corduroy | Foggy Mornings or Twinkling Nights | Orange or Black | Pumpkin or Apple Pie | Wool or Velvet | Picking Fruits or Carving Pumpkins | Libraries or Coffee Shops | Cinnamon or Peanut Butter | Spooky or Cozy Halloween | Candles or Fairy Lights

tag you're it: @invith @kenmas-blue-psp @aliens-took-my-iwa-chan

I'm a subniche retcon worldbuilder

I'm stealing this from Twitter

Here's the link

I am a high-definition gateway drug body double!

Artblock is killing me but they will save me

Picking up children in the woods is a perfectly normal way to expand your family (if you're a pirate).

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Another installment of Stinky Child Ace~ You can read the first part here!

(About Crocodile being referred to as "Wani": he's already known as the Warlord Sir Crocodile, so it's best to use an alias and hope that nobody in this quiet, peaceful village will make the connection. And if they do, that they'll keep quiet. Which they most likely will, considering that they must have noticed Dragon's return to the Monkey family home.)

Sorry for style inconsistencies X'D

Next part: Dragon finally comes home!

Ekko in his peaceful world with Powder:

Jayce experiencing all 7 circles of hell, the 5 stages of grief, and the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse all at the same time:

How we feeling Arcane fandom

Because I am not feeling good

“How many angels can dance on the head of a needle?”  Somehow, I forgot to post my last entre for Reverse! Reverse! GO AU Zine. Thank you again for having me ♡ I was lucky to collab with super talented @ashfae, who wrote a lovely story A Duel in Versailles, for which I drew the art ^^ Thank you for your patience, I know it took me much more time to finish it then I promised.  You can enjoy the whole drawing in AO3 (but be warned, there’s partly nudity, sorry not sorry). 

how do yall take your steak

I like how

In the 1992 movie, Spot is the taller one with blonde/light brown hair and blue eyes while Race is the shorter one with dark hair and eyes.

Then, in the Broadway musical, Race is the tall blonde, blue eyed kid while Spot is the short one with dark hair and eyes.

*Le Gasp!*

SPRACE SWITCHED BODIES!!!!!

The gender be gendering and being a boy sure is awesome hope it don't change anytime soon this is great!

I say that now but wait till tomorrow when I reblog this like "lol gues what fuckers!" because my luck be like that

Something I’ve learned while being in constant pain is that I hate the feeling of anger. It doesn't feel righteous or good or strong, it feels sick and childish. in my mind i understand why i am angry, its a lot for anyone to go through, especially because i have no idea if ill ever be able to work or function normally again, but it still feels so weak and undeserving.