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from all the things passed down from all the apples coming before
no but genuinely, the tribe is the worst things the erin’s have ever written in warriors full stop.
How shackled are we?
By the words of people we don't like, doing things we don't want?
~I'm perfect as an idea, a hypothesis even, but as a process? As a working theory? I'm nothing but a lab rat, helpless under the needles of Society.~
-a poem of a new kind
totally not thinking about someone I can't have, no no why would you think that
Current AlanJeff mood: ksksnksks Hamilton edition 😂
Okay so I'm listening to 'helpless' again and if you subtract the tragedy that comes after that, that alone is an adorable, lovey dovey song about any ship actually cause who doesn't love two people in love?
So of course I'm thinking "hehe, Jeff is singing this about Alan" but then I notice that both are singing the song! Kinda like a pov switch even!
So, we have the first half of the song that has Eliza spotting Alexander and having the crush and like "pss, angelica this one is mine" and then panicking when angelica goes to do the wing woman business etc. Does it remind you of something? Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Alan having an existential crisis about what should he do and act like with his new crush.
And then the second part, with the whole letter exchange and finally meeting to ask for their hand in marriage. We have all seen how Jeff was smiling at the apology scene with Alan's song/cards etc and even more at the confession scene! And Alan is there, to do anything to get the boy he loves and Jeff is enjoying every second of it!!
So, yeah, my cuties got each other helpless 💞💞✨✨
If i was born with another blood
Would i have been able to be with you
Alas even if my love flows like a flood
I can't still change my blood for you
If we were in a shoujo manga
We would have been together
After a long story and a few aria
There would have been an ever after
Alas we are in real life
Among it a real knife
Cut down our relation
In the heart of the nation
Me, angry: I will do everything my own self and nobody is allowed to help because they’ll just be in my way. I will deliberately work myself to death out of pure spite.
Me, on every other occasion: Literally, I am just a little woman who catches the vapors after any mild labor. Please release me from these cruel expectations.
Art is our only salvation from the horror of existence...
me, every day: i just dont have the energy for this today
I Digress
My son is nine, beautiful in the unconscious way only the young are. My son is creative and brilliant and clever and fierce; an unstoppable force of nature packaged in shorts and a tie dye shirt.
My son is nine, and voices live inside his head.
One is mean, and can speak with his mouth, the other can push a button to make him calm down.
They have names, these girls, these alien entities embedded in my son's psyche, they have names and personalities, individual characteristics and they Are. Not. Going. Away.
I always knew I would lose my son to another woman someday, I just never thought the woman would be inside his own head.
Wish me the best of luck, everyone. Me and family are officially homeless.
hai how are you . for the drawing prompt umm a person looking out into the nice sky through the bars of a cage
I finally got around to doing the caged Whumpee looking up at the night sky. I’ve been a little stressed with finals, and I was too tired to color him so he’s just kind of grey lol.
Kind of just imagining this Whumpee being trapped in a bird cage tied to a tree and some giant is keeping him locked away or something. I was going to draw almost like fairy or dragon fly type of wings on him, but I got burnt out, so just imagine they’re there tucked away. Or don’t, maybe the giant ripped his wings off already 😈.
Anyways, thank you for the prompt, I appreciate it and I found it fun to try to come up with this. I almost wanted to make a small comic page out of it, but maybe that’ll be a future project.
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Date: May 8, 2024
I feel like time is ticking faster
I have become older and more understanding
But I've also become fearful of a time without you
I've been chasing you all my life
So why when I've finally catched up
Why is your time ticking so fast all of a sudden?
I feel like time is ticking faster
I have become older and more understanding
But I've also become fearful of a time without you
I've been chasing you all my life
So why when I've finally catched up
Why is your time ticking so fast all of a sudden?
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up