and last touches

Old Gods

when was the last time when you touched the earth?

lowered your head, bent your knees, buried your hands in the life giving grass and rich dirt? close your eyes, listen closely to the rustle of leaves, the song of the wind, the heartbeats of birds. feel the sun on your back, feel as it colours you in shimmers of gold. feel the life around you, never ending and never stopping, old voices singing the same hymn since the beginning of time.

take a deep breath. open your eyes.

you’ll see them.

Stained with melancholy

I didn’t think I’d feel this way, but my every being feels stained with melancholy. It wasn’t like this when we said goodbye on the phone, it wasn’t like this in the two weeks following our breakup where we didn’t see each other. It felt so easy then to try to forget him and move on.

This time’s different. His last touches left fingerprints of sadness all over my body, perfumed my skin with the scent of bittersweetness.

When I woke up for a nap and the weight of reality settled in, my heart ached and my chest felt like it was caving in. It’s for the best, I know, but the best doesn’t come easy.

Never will his abnormally large hands cup my face again, or his tongue dart out to affectionately lick my nose. No more cuddling in the morning, no more laying my head on his chest and tracing patterns across his body in the morning light. No more soft, gentle kisses. No more ordering blueberries. No more nightly freeway commute to his apartment, excitedly waiting for him to come downstairs to me.

I was never given a deliberate “last night” with any of my past flames, save for a high school relationship, but that hurt nowhere near as much as it does now.

It hurts to know I can no longer be a part of your life. You’re so incredible–funny, intelligent, compassionate, and thoughtful. I won’t get to hear about your long days at work, or de-stress you with squeezes and cuddles. I won’t get to see where the next few months take your company, or how you’ll celebrate yourself with the new earnings from your grant, something you absolutely are deserving of. I won’t be able to try and decipher your emotions and take care of you. I won’t be able to share pride in your moments of success and assuage your sadness in your rare moments of unhappiness–and that part hurts the most.

But it’s all for the best. I know.

WidowTracer Week

Day 4: Saccharine

“Don’t forget your cap and come back safe, Cadet Oxton..”



So i decided to cosplay Sniper!Lance instead of generic 100% cannon Lance since I’m…really weak for the sniper lance thing. So I decided to design the gun! I’m probably gonna stick with this design unless you guys have feedback ;v; (which i would love to hear omg…..)  
I probably won’t be making this until the end of october tbh. 

I imagine that when Marinette finally asks Adrien on a date it will be with full Ladybug confidence and full Marinette awkwardness. (She probably fell into that position and only narrowly avoided calling him “hot stuff”)

Thank you to everyone who came to the stream! Bonus doodles under the cut:

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Yixing must have been wearing pants with glue on them (cr.)


maybe we can make our life a story. so, marry me grace violet blood. 



I’ve only just been able to tear myself away from these beautiful cards in order to make this post. They arrived this morning and ever since, I’ve just been handling them and taking endless photos. I swear, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this deck! 

Some thoughts and first impressions bellow the cut! 

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