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Burrergh I'm making horrible progress I haven't even started chapter thr-
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character/doll by @strangegutz
3 favorites!! this one’s for u my indecisive friends!! tag a few friends and a few bloggers u admire!!
name: sadie
3 favorite foods: raspberries, ramen (the real kind, with an egg and bean sprouts, etc.), white bread toast with butter and honey
3 favorite books: carry on by rainbow rowell, moominsummer madness by tove jansson, french milk by lucy knisley
3 favorite artists: frida kahlo, molley may, @/lollalette on instagram
3 favorite musicians: sufjan stevens, aurora, genevieve stokes
3 favorite articles of clothing: my black doc martens, a tacky oversized men’s sweater that i thrifted, a cream-colored summer dress with little lace details
3 favorite animals: cats! cows! sunfish!
3 places i want to go: scandinavia, italy, japan
3 things that make me happy: picnics, sunshine, kissing
i tag: @howmuchchildrens @irvinebones @luneartemis @incorrectgreekgods @deadpoetwilde
homophobia is getting worse these days none of my friends will respond to my dms
zim: hey!! hey look at me!!! my movie just came out!! give me attention!!!
october, slowly approaching:
my love for wirt and otgw: ..... you’ll be back
me: **SWEATS**
There were these loud bangs all over the walls. The Haunting of Hill House: 1.02 vs. 1.08
What started as me attempting to draw Kirin and Bazelgeuse on one page became me sketching most of the OFF cast on the next. I didn't want to draw neatly because I'm tired (midnight once again y'all), so I decided to try something with the style that I don't normally do: something original and not copying the style. (I didn't include Dedan because I hate trying to draw that guy, he always ends up looking like a decayed rat, and that's what I wanted Bad Batter to look like here, so... :/)
THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS ON MY GOD
how i felt gathering the courage to post this
I think I can say my goodbyes now I’ve made the funniest joke possible
the skies and the ocean tide ☆☆
PARALLELS THAT MAKE INSANEE
(credit to @timelordsfallnomore for the top gif!)
though she had made an habit of skipping through any chapter that included even the vague mention of her family—somehow, something about this ( him knocking at her door, the way the room changed when it wasn’t only her in it ) placed a smile in her face that she probably hadn’t tasted in a decade or so. quietly, warm—a sense of company and shared intimacy; a ghost of what it was like when she still had someone to come back to, before life left her wandering on her own.
she never intended to let him ( or anyone really ) get close enough to get in her apartment, or the gaps where she wasn’t the girl from work. her facade an armour that had kept her going for several years, and most likely, many more to come. surely, she would have found many a point to stop this, come up with an excuse to avoid this proximity, shut him out—for safety, practicity ( you know better than to be tempted by a dream, don’t you? ), and yet—when push came to shove and she had catched that worn out look in his eyes ( the messy hair, that timid smile that made her sigh ) she didn’t even doubt before moving one step to the side, little nod towards the couch ( ❝ i have just the thing. come on. ❞ ) while every worry about her day faded in order to enjoy this one moment; these exceptions she has come to like so much.
so there they were—him sitting still, her—all focus set in the comes and goes of the brush, music playing from the radio at their left and just enough of self-restraint not to hum at the rhythm that she caught ( though she wants, a bit of her barriers remain like this ). she smiles, his curls a mesmerizing sight she probably never noticed as much before, but which now gets hold of all of her attention. come now, that’s a tricky path you’re treading, is it not? ❝ hmm? ❞ but—he speaks, and gently she goes back to this moment and the question that allowed an instant smile on her face; excitement in the way the answer came out of her. ❝ of course i would! ugh, it would be nice to finally have a chance to see more of this place. you know, you’d think that by now the very least i would have managed is a tour around famous old gotham, and yet—it’s been all work for me, non-stop ❞ true, at least in theory that was.
evicka took a moment to admire the work she had done, the locks of hair now falling in orderly fashion. the quiet impulse to run her fingers through his hair, tousle it and laugh with some other’s reaction until that voice ( her voice, the stage manager to which she surrendered control more often than not ) made her stop and remember this was but an echo of times long gone; body memory of what it was to have the little ones of her group asking time and time again to have their hair done and she complying until that last gesture made them chase her around the room; a pile of them over her laughing until she couldn’t breathe no more. no—come back to the present, come back to what you can actually control. her hand shifts direction and the result of it is one gentle squeeze on arthur’s shoulder and her thumb pressing a few caresses before parting ways. ❝ there, vicka salon’s finest. ❞ she announced to let him contemplate the finished product on his own while she made her way to the kitchen side of the small room.
❝ you… you mentioned that place a while ago, didn’t you? ❞ the question followed by a small silence in which evicka lifted a can of instant coffee from the counter and shook it for him to notice; her need to keep in motion and an invitation for him in case he wanted something warm at these hours of the night. ❝ last week, if i’m not wrong. i mean, i didn't get to ask what it was about but i remember feeling like it wasn’t just a random place to you—perhaps? ❞ the kettle was now set and she shot him a smile while biting her lip; watching. ❝ or maybe it was, you are allowed to call me crazy if that’s the case. ❞
which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you?
tagged by @thewrongsorts (♥♥♥♥♥!!!) // tagging @naturaldisastcrs @aneleos @plaguefated
ZOYA — antigone.
you are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once.
INEJ — orestes.
you are orestes from the oresteia by aeschylus, and you are haunted by a cycle of pain. you try your hardest to be a better person, but sometimes you wonder if you will stop feeling trapped by your past. you have a strong sense of justice, you are quick to protect and defend those you love, and you are not afraid to compromise your morals if that means you are settling the score. eventually though, the consequences of your deeds will catch up to you, but that's okay, because sometimes looking your ugliness right in the eye is the greatest release.
EVICKA — medea.
you are medea from from the argonautica by apollonius and medea by euripides. you are ambitious, ruthless, and unforgiving in getting what you want, and unapologetic in your self-preservation. the truth is, you have let your romantic ideals get the better of you before, and time and time again you have had to relearn how to build up those walls and thorns that guard it. the only person who can protect you is yourself, and you have learned that the hard way. sometimes stoking that fire of hate and anger in your heart hurts more than whatever you're fighting against.
( master )
@choicelesshope· asked: ‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’ ( nish to asra! )
ways to react to an injury ( not accepting! )
there are plenty of ways one can answer that, each one a blade unto their own chest as much as it would be towards hers —– some wry, hinting comment about how she, of all people, should be able to sense it the most, or some gasp to the revelation of god, that hurts! that holds a pain in the form of wheezing ribs trying to hold back their laughter —– but any teasing retorts fall flat as their eyes meet her own. this is not what she wants, nor needs, to hear, that much they know and can tell very well at this moment in hand: something crazy, reckless and irresponsible actions of a magician who leaves without a second glance who decides their next grand scheme is to jump straight back into the great unknown, existence a small scattering of bubbles across the oceans surface before their head makes it’s own grand return. they cannot explain what exactly made them do it and they can barely recall any thoughts they had given before he’d taken the plunge but it can hardly be of thought right now, at this time. what’s more important is that the unbreakable frown has disappeared from her face, behind her eyes, and asra has succeeded in nothing more than completing the goals they have at this time for an apprentice who’s been gone, lost, far too much that not even they are sure they can make up for it.
❛ … more than okay. ❜ asra replies, a comfort, reassurance, spoken with laughter spilling from their lips and a gleam in their eyes; both arms lift, ricocheting more droplets of water across their face as they then call out again. ❛ no matter where i have gone, the spells i’ve cast and the people i’ve seen, nothing has been quite as enjoyable as letting go like this. ❜ their arms wave quickly, not too overzealous but enough to enforce his unspoken wish: join me, let go, if i cannot help your sadness through words then please accept my actions in their wake and he has hope that nish will be able to understand it as such. momentary happiness, perhaps, but no longer the dark clouds that seemed to encompass the mood. momentary happiness, just for the presence of something brighter than the cold sheets and empty plate they’ll leave in just a few morning’s time again. ❛ … why don’t you give it a try? with me here, there’s no need to panic. i’ll catch you if you fall … just trust me. ❜
it’s but a second in time—acutely small, a grain of sand you wouldn’t notice nor care for in the slightest, yet—for her, it’s a second in which the world stops in its axis, ice shards entering her veins and pausing her breath as their figure disappear from sight; no warning that could have prepared her, not a thing to fill in their gap but her imagination and the sudden kind of terror she could only associate with the idea of them.
of their absence, sometimes. of things that cannot be, since there’s not a single record of them in her mind.
nish hadn’t been standing near the cliff, not for the sensible measures people take against heights and wild winds; probably not even in lack of passion for the sight it could provide, but because—and this is not a sentiment all too new for her, because she had got acquainted with the tug in her stomach, the realization without a need to be established that asra, his mentor, the only person that was important in her life would, unavoidably, leave in a matter of days. when? she couldn’t say for sure, but too many ( happy, joyous days ) had passed with them around the store and she have long learned not to let herself dream of them staying this time; not like before, in which she held onto invisible signs that this time, just this time, he would choose home over the trips that had a claim on their heart.
and—can she blame them though? had she not dream of running off, seeing the world they’re constantly hunting down?
well, it was a thing of seconds in which she tended to the rain of her thoughts, and then another of her running to the edge, her heart in a grip after the sound of the fall and her eyes searching for the sight of them in the waters. ❝ ASRA! ❞ their name instead of their title rushing off of her mouth until she saw them again, big grin on their features. ❝ are you crazy?! you scared the hell out of me! god i’m killing you once you’re out… ❞ and though she recognized the scolding in her voice, so did the apprentice feel her heart going back to normal, shortly, only to be bothered by the intervention of their laughter, the pretty gleam in their lavender eyes. why? she would have wanted to ask, why had they that power over her, the secret to dissipate her anger, every dark thought, transform them into wonder.
❝ you do know i don’t know how to swim, right? ❞ she answered, laying over the ground, arms crossed over the end of the rocks. ❝ you should know, you never bothered to include that skill in our sessions. ❞ insisting, she watched as they played on the ocean, how their clothes swimmed around them and how their smile stole her of the certainty of their departure. perhaps—and only perhaps, she could delay this sorrow for a few months ahead, after they had come back and became ready to leave again.
❝ i so grant you full responsibility for this. ❞ she ended up warning them, standing from her position and disappearing from sight for just a moment, the possibility of her returning to the woods only discredited when she reapered once more, confident strides and one leap aimed to their position down below, with the girl turned into a laughing mess. no, she did not know how to swim, but would there be someone—anyone in this life she trusted more blindly than them and only them?
certainly, she would have argued against that any day and anytime you’d want.