i couldn't see who i was hitting

I don’t know if any of you will really care about seeing this but I know there are 5,606 of you and I feel the need to address something. 

I havnt posted anything in like… 3 months? And I know I don’t owe anyone an explanation but I feel like ya’ll do since you all were the most dedicated lil shits I knew. 

I have lost touch with this blog. A lot of touch. It came to a time where I dreaded updating it cause of reasons I was really to afraid to bring up.

I’m gunna bring them up now. Let it all loose and maybe then can I start fixing it.


-I hated my artsyle. 

Full on loathed it. It was generic and always changing and I felt that it was a bad thing since a lot of ask blogs had consistent and recognizable artstyles and I didnt. 

-I was super jealous of other ask blogs. 

I have been making content on this blog for 3 years and yes Ive accumulated a nice following and I love all of you  but it really hurt to see some bright eyed and bushy tailed newcomer start a blog and literally hit with so many followers. 

It felt like i spent my time crawling up a wet dirt wall for attention and validation for the work I made and this new comer was given a ladder to clime cause they had a nicer artsyle.

Ofcourse I don’t think like that now. Yes I’m still jelly as hell, but in a good way. Those blog inspire me. And I couldn't be more happier for them. Hell I proud. 

I know now that neither of us have a say in who views our content and its all a literal lottery only a few can win at.

- I’m not that great at story telling

It came to my attention when i started making harder hitting storie lines and tried to add depth to the characters I created (By created I mean the versions I use in my blog) 

I was completely unable to finish the now named “Unspoken ark” Where we see the underlying issues of BEN’s trauma with water and drowning. 

I literally hit a road block and ultimately refused to do anything. Ever time I tried my art faltered and I began making mistakes in the craft I thought i had down. I began to crumble and make excuses to not finish it. 

There are more reasons I stopped doing this (and art in general) but they are very personal and would require a deeper explanation which I want to save for another time. 

But I don’t want any of you to worry.  Alot can happen in three months.  

I’m not giving up on this blog.

While i was the most stressful thing ive ever done it was also the most fun and consistent thing I ever did.  I had never stuck with anything for so long and it makes me happy that I feel motivated to continue it. 

But I’m gunna change how I do things. 

This will never be a professional ask blog. It is now and will forever be something I do for fun. It will also double as a place for me to mess around and play with my art. 

You all will see first hand how I’m developing as an artist. 

I just hope you’re all ok with that. 

- Mun Jay

moonlightcombustion  asked:

Hey could you please do a type contrast between ENFP and ISFP because I'm trying to figure out which I am. I think I might be ISFP because I'm pretty sure I have inferior Te because I'm quite impulsive and I don't usually think things through and I used to like to have things in control and to behave according to rules. I've always typed myself as ENFP before though or very initially I also thought I was INXP. I looked on ur type contrast page and couldn't see this one so I thought I'd ask!

Someone out there is laughing at me. My phone literally hit me with this ask 35 seconds after The Scarlet Pimpernel ended and I watched it with an ISFP.

Why does that matter, you might ask? Well, Percy is an ENFP and Marguerite is an ISFP. Go watch it. It’s worth it, I promise. It stars Anthony Andrews and Jane Seymour. The plot is about a British aristocrat (ENFP) who goes under the alias of “The Scarlet Pimpernel” to rescue people from the French Revolution and winds up falling in love with a French actress (ISFP), who is then manipulated by her ex-boyfriend (INFJ) into trying to find out the identity of the Pimpernel.

As a Ne-dom, Percy has a few excellent things going for him, and a few pitfalls.

One, he’s absolutely hilarious and can snark at the drop of the hat. He enjoys manifesting his feelings through barbs, insults, innuendos, and suchlike, often to express his contempt for the current state of French politics (”You should send your tailors to the guillotine!“ he quips, dissing French fashion; Chauvelin says, “We shall send our king instead, and exalt our tailors,” and Percy retorts with, “Alas, then tailors will rule the land and no one will make the clothes. So much for French fashion!”)

Two, he keeps the larger picture in focus at all times and manages to stay one step ahead of his adversary – this is Ne/Te, allowing him to innovate on the fly just enough to keep ahead of Chauvelin; he engages “plans” and easily sets them into motion, he delegates tasks to subordinates, and he argues rational reasons why they must remain a small group and incognito.

Three, he can revise his plans and abandon all former ones at the drop of a hat, which in the end saves his neck because he had a few minutes to scheme.

Four, he is largely concerned with philosophical abstractions – even though he is using them for mockery much of the time, the real focus of his jabs is the sensory world (he’s pretending to be “the most idiotic fop” in England, for the greater good, because he self-identifies with the French aristocracy - Fi) – fussing about clothing, mocking French fashion, and over-exaggerating his feminine traits to throw people off (emphasis on low Si).

Being so laid back and trusting his ability to get himself out of messes has its disadvantages – Percy almost gets himself killed because he permits one of his League to disobey his orders – his strong sense of Fi (“I am not your boss, and you must do what you believe is right”) is almost his undoing, and his lower Te prevents him from stepping in to lay down the rules, which would have been for everyone’s greater good. His Ne is naive and idealistic – he underestimates how dangerous Chauvelin is due to personal dislike (Fi), and underestimates how dangerous individual situations can be. His Ne’s “we’ll wait and see what happens, and I can revise it later if need be” isn’t always in his favor.

His low Si is also a pain when it comes to believing a piece of information about the woman he loves. Percy has such a poor connection to his own sensory impressions that he cannot contrast and compare what he’s told about her actions with the woman he knows (stronger Si required) and thus believes the ideas he hears (Ne) and retreats into himself, emotionally – he tries to hide “his contempt” but cannot really manage it (Fi).

Since there are two introverted feelers at the heart of this story, there’s a huge presence of misunderstandings, lack of communication, the inability to be frank with one’s feelings as things happen, and the inevitable frustration that comes from each person pulling away from the other to process their feelings, when it might resolve everything if they just… talked.

If Percy is the idealist, Marguerite is the realist who sees more than Percy because she pays attention with Se and interprets with Ni. Early on, strangely drawn to him despite his foppish behavior, she asks him, “Are you an actor too, playing in some strange charade?” She knows he’s lying to her, and to society, but cannot put her finger on why; she senses the shift in him when he believes something about her that isn’t true and says he “wears THE MASK (his fake self) in private now, as well as public.” This is her Fi/Ni loop, sensing Percy is not being authentic to his true self in others’ presence and intuiting his reason why – he must be hiding something because he doesn’t trust me.

Her intuition isn’t quite strong enough to figure out that he’s the Pimpernel, until she sees a visual representation of the Pimpernel symbol and associates it with her husband (Se). She is willing to accept him as he is, though it frustrates her (Fi-dom, disinterested in changing another person; Percy expresses his open disapproval in a much more brutal tert-Te manner, intended to punish her for her perceived wrongdoing and in so doing, change her). She reacts to his coldness by pulling away. Marguerite is offended that he will say nothing in her defense when the accusations become public – society’s opinion matters to her less than that he doesn’t believe her, nor intend to forgive her; and instead of telling him it’s all a lie, she stops confiding in him altogether. Since she isn’t an extrovert, she’s far less confrontational and cutting than he is, when she’s upset (she never confronts him with aggression or demands answers for his strange behavior, but rather tries to appeal to his better Fi-nature).

She isn’t as good at innovating on the run as he is, because he’s an extrovert and has stronger Te, but her impression of who she is, who he is, and who Chauvelin is, is much more grounded and realistic than his (”You shouldn’t tease Chauvelin; he’s very important in the government” = he’s dangerous, Percy, and whatever game you are playing, you need to stay out of his way).

She aligned with the Revolution until it became something she disagreed with, and could no longer morally support, then her Fi slammed on the brakes and she ceased any involvement. She refuses to pretend to be anything she is not. Percy is more willing to compromise who he is, behind a facade; he puts aside his pride and loops out of his emotions as much as he can, in order to deal with what is in front of him (even as his marriage falls apart, Percy focuses on “getting the Dauphin out of France”).

So, in short:

Percy’s Ne is naive and idealistic and he relies on it a lot, reasoning he’ll deal with that problem when he gets there; he falls back on strong Te to get things done, but all the mistakes he makes are sensory-based (underestimating people and situations, making failed escape attempts, etc). His lack of a strong connection to a stable Fi (it’s under Ne’s influence) means he can dismiss his love for Margot, and show her nothing but contempt, disapproval, or a false side of his nature (Te and Ne).

Marguerite prefers to take things at face value (Se) unless something tugs at her subconscious awareness and informs her that this person is dishonest, hiding part of themselves, pulling away from her, or malicious in nature (Fi/Ni). SHE is the one who tells Percy that their romance is moving too fast (he responds, “My heart dictates the pace” – aw, such a romantic sap he is), and because personal integrity is so important to her, it pains her a great deal that he is being inauthentic to himself and to others (Fi) until she understands why.

- ENFP

anonymous asked:

A Strain makes everyone who talks have to sing each word in an operatic voice.

I’m imagining K: The Opera XD Like of course Fushimi gets hit first (Fushimi is Strain patient zero, always) and when he’s asked if he’s all right he somehow manages to operatically click his tongue. Everyone is very confused and Fushimi gets to call Doumyouji an idiot in a booming operatic voice with really long held notes and it’s actually a little impressive. Maybe then the alphabet boys all get hit and they get to be the backup chorus for Fushimi’s operatic proclamations, imagine him trying to deliver his report to Munakata with this scowl on his face as he sings each word, the alphabet boys backing him up and repeating half his words. Maybe the Strain power just makes everything operatic in general and now suddenly everything doesn’t just sound more dramatic it actually is more dramatic and so Fushimi is making these grand gestures with his hands and posing while the alphabet boys do choreography around him and the entire time Fushimi looks irritated, just because he has to sing every word doesn’t mean he has to like it. The Strain power soon spreads and all of Scepter 4 gets affected, Awashima singing out her orders to the troops and somehow her outfit has turned into a long flowing gown while Munakata does his very own oya aria and everyone applauds helpfully.

At some point there’s a confrontation between Homra and Scepter 4 and Homra is probably very confused when instead of fighting Scepter 4 begins an entire amazing choreographed fake battle, voices rising to the heavens as they sing and anyone who spots them wonders if this is some kind of weird street performance. Munakata sings a lecture to Mikoto, who just grunts and decides they’re leaving right as the Strain jumps Homra and now they have no choice but to sing as well. Mikoto turns out to have a very operatic voice and sings more in one day than he’s probably spoken in his whole life. Fushimi and Yata have a super painful musical number about trust and betrayal, Yata’s singing a vocal part that’s like an octave higher than Fushimi’s and Fushimi gets to taunt him for it. Awashima and Kusanagi do a neat little tandem number that also briefly involves a tango, while both sets of alphabet squads continue to sing backing (except maybe Akiyama, who unexpectedly gets his own solo due to the power of popularity and all the other squad members are impressed and a little jealous, Akiyama himself is all embarrassed even if he did enjoy the part where his solo dovetailed into a duet with Fushimi-san).

random songs starter sentences
  • ❝I waited for your reply here in the pouring rain.❞
  • ❝Nothing lasts forever.❞
  • ❝Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.❞
  • ❝Say you'll remember me.❞
  • ❝I know the hurt won't pass.❞
  • ❝The horses are coming.❞
  • ❝I know I let you down.❞
  • ❝Give me love like never before.❞
  • ❝Sometimes I wish you'd just shut up.❞
  • ❝I wish I was in love but I don't wanna cause any pain.❞
  • ❝What if the way we started made it something cursed from the start.❞
  • ❝I never meant to hurt you.❞
  • ❝There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around.❞
  • ❝I know I took the path that you would never want for me.❞
  • ❝I gave you hell through all the years.❞
  • ❝I'm just a slave unto the night.❞
  • ❝Lose your mind.❞
  • ❝I gotta change if I wanna keep you forever.❞
  • ❝I bet my life for you.❞
  • ❝Lose your clothes.❞
  • ❝Don't let them in.❞
  • ❝Remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me?❞
  • ❝I promise that I'm gonna try.❞
  • ❝I let you down, didn't I?❞
  • ❝I'm not a saint.❞
  • ❝What if it only gets colder.❞
  • ❝Don't tell me you can't forgive me.❞
  • ❝I've had enough.❞
  • ❝I hate that I let you down.❞
  • ❝Do you ever think of me when you lie?❞
  • ❝Am I just a fool?❞
  • ❝If you had a heart I was hoping that you would show me some.❞
  • ❝Maybe I'm addicted to all the things you do.❞
  • ❝They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone.❞
  • ❝Yes, I suppose.❞
  • ❝Does she/he know I've been in that bed before?❞
  • ❝I just want you to know that I did it all for you.❞
  • ❝You'll remain just afraid in the dark.❞
  • ❝All things go.❞
  • ❝What do I see in you?❞
  • ❝I'm ashamed to say that I'm not over you.❞
  • ❝Ten years ago, that's when you proposed.❞
  • ❝Am I just a silly girl/boy?❞
  • ❝Call me when you're not so busy just thinking of yourself.❞
  • ❝Life is a movie, but there will never be a sequel.❞
  • ❝The people are saying that you have been playing my heart.❞
  • ❝Don't yell at me.❞
  • ❝I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace.❞
  • ❝Get the fuck out.❞
  • ❝Together we'll mend your heart.❞
  • ❝They say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn.❞
  • ❝You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.❞
  • ❝You had me caught in every web that you weaved.❞
  • ❝Don't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the same.❞
  • ❝I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken.❞
  • ❝I need to just make up my mind.❞
  • ❝Good things come to those who wait.❞
  • ❝I'll never have a chance.❞
  • ❝Touch me, don't be sweet.❞
  • ❝It's been awhile but I still feel the same.❞
  • ❝I'm done feeling like a stranger to myself.❞
  • ❝Why you gotta be so rude?❞
  • ❝Life couldn't get much sweeter.❞
  • ❝There's no one in town.❞
  • ❝I'm best when I'm in love and I'm in love with you.❞
  • ❝If you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time.❞
  • ❝I'll give you all I got.❞
  • ❝Why we're always at each others throats?❞
  • ❝He/She hit me and it felt like a kiss.❞
  • ❝There's you in everything I do.❞
  • ❝Chasing after you is like a fairytale.❞
  • ❝Is there life on Mars?❞
  • ❝Don't let them see.❞
  • ❝One last time I need to be the one who takes you home.❞
  • ❝We're living different lives.❞
  • ❝I don't deserve it.❞
  • ❝How in hell did this shit happened?❞
  • ❝I know that this is my fault.❞
  • ❝You're turning me on.❞
  • ❝I don't wanna be without you.❞
  • ❝The ones that love me I tend to leave behind.❞
  • ❝I should've been more careful.❞
  • ❝I'll make it feel like the first time.❞
  • ❝All I really care is you wake up in my arms.❞
  • ❝No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me.❞
  • ❝When I get you moaning you know it's real.❞
  • ❝I feel like a failure.❞
  • ❝I am longing for your love.❞
  • ❝One more time, I promise after that I'll let you go.❞
  • ❝He/She'll never love you like I can.❞
  • ❝Stay with me a minute.❞
  • ❝I am drowning.❞
  • ❝I swear I'll make it worth it.❞
  • ❝Why can't I keep my fingers off you baby?❞
  • ❝It's hard to breathe.❞
  • ❝At least I'm being honest.❞
  • ❝I really loved you bad.❞
  • ❝I don't care if you got her/him in your heart.❞
  • ❝I was hoping you'd save me.❞
  • ❝I just can't believe that this is my life.❞
  • ❝No one said this would ever be easy, my love.❞
  • ❝Don't make me cry.❞
  • ❝They could never make me hate you.❞
  • ❝Let me kiss you in the pouring rain.❞
  • ❝I'm angry but I still love you.❞
  • ❝Let's go get high.❞
  • ❝I will never let you go.❞
  • ❝You like your girls'boys insane.❞
  • ❝We will be alright.❞
  • ❝Don't make me sad.❞
  • ❝I will be by your side when the impossible rises up.❞
  • ❝The past is in the past.❞
  • ❝He/She hurt me but it felt like true love.❞
  • ❝Don't let them know.❞
  • ❝I'm never going back.❞
  • ❝Don't tell me that I'm wrong.❞
  • ❝It's all fun and games 'til somebody falls in love.❞
  • ❝Be the good girl/boy you always have to be.❞
  • ❝I never meant to break your heart.❞
  • ❝Lately I've been waking up alone.❞
  • ❝I never wanted anything from you.❞
  • ❝I never meant to make you cry.❞
  • ❝Don't you place the blame on me.❞
  • ❝I just wanna hold you.❞
  • ❝What would you think of me now?❞
  • ❝You gotta hold on.❞
  • ❝I've been saving all my summers for you.❞
  • ❝I guess we are who we are.❞
  • ❝I never said thank you for that.❞
  • ❝All I want is the thaste that your lips allow.❞
  • ❝Did I take it too far?❞
  • ❝Don't you know I'm human too?❞
  • ❝You're still beautiful to me.❞
  • ❝I thought might get one more chance.❞

ryshai  asked:

If you're free for SQ prompt: We met in an arcade. I always have the high score for this particular game. One day, it got beaten by somebody. So, I went and got my score again. When I came back the next day, my score got beaten again. It went on for a few weeks until I decided to see who kept beating my score. --and you can take it from there XP I'm sorry I couldn't word it better. Thank you for sharing your stories!

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma grins as she enters the arcade. She brings Henry by here most days after school - though if Regina asks they’re at home doing his homework - and every day she hits the Space Paranoids machine. 

One of the bonuses of living in a town created in the 80s is that its arcade is full of her favourite games. Henry used to play with her and sometimes he still does. Most days though he heads off with his friends to play the newer racing games Sleepy had shipped in. 

She heads over to the machine before frowning. The high score should read ERS for her initials…but instead the high score reads MRM. 

“MRM? Who the hell is MRM?” Emma muses aloud before setting to work getting a new high score. By the time four o clock rolls around she’s beaten it by a scant 100 points…but hey a high score is a high score and she types her initials in with pride. 

—–

The next day she returns to the arcade to find that MRM has beaten her score by 500 points. 

This happens day after day until three weeks later when Emma finally snaps. “This is insanity!” 

“Mom? Are you okay?” Henry asks as he watches Emma frown at the game machine. 

“Every day Henry I get a high score…and everyday MRM beats me. I don’t get it Henry. Who could it be? They’re driving me crazy…”

Henry chuckles, “Mom seriously? You’re the Sheriff. Just stake out.” 

“An arcade machine? Your Mom would kill me if she found out I was investigating this.” 

He shrugs, “Don’t tell her. Operation High Score.” 

Emma laughs slipping her arm around his shoulders, “I’ll think about it. Now let’s get you home to your Mom.” 

—–

The next morning Emma hides in the Jurassic Park game with her beanie hat pulled low and a pair of sunglasses on. It’s the best disguise she could find at the last minute. She dithered all of last night as to whether or not to do this but she has to know who loves Space Paranoids as much as she does. 

She spends most of the morning idling around playing games and she’s about to call it quits when the door opens around 11 a.m. Emma gasps in shock when Regina enters. 

What is Miss homework is more important than video games doing in an arcade? Emma asks herself as she watches Regina cross the arcade until she reaches a certain machine. Her eyes widen as Regina slips a quarter in and begins playing Space Paranoids.

Emma climbs out of the machine quickly shedding her hat and sunglasses as she walks over to Regina. She has no idea what she’s going to say but there’s something so captivating about the way Regina plays - the way her tongue darts across her lower lip and the sparkle in her eyes as she races closer to a high score. 

“So this is why I can never get a meeting at 11?” 

“Emma?!” Regina jumps cursing as her character is shot, “Damnit…I was 1000 points away from winning,” she pouts. 

“Wow that’s hot.” 

“What?” 

“I said that’s hot,” Emma blushes, “I thought you hated video games.” 

Regina smiles, “For the most part I do…but this game is a guilty pleasure…did you take the morning off just to see who was beating you?” 

“No…this is an official Sheriff’s station investigation,” Emma replies, “So…what does MRM stand for?” 

“Mayor Regina Mills,” Regina explains, “Though I thought you’d be able to guess it was me beating you…”

Emma raises a brow, “Is that a challenge Madame Mayor?” 

“Loser buys dinner?” 

Delena New Years
  • Elena: Come on we should go
  • Damon: Why would go out?
  • Elena: So we can see all the people and the fireworks
  • Damon: I hate people...and we can make our own fireworks
  • Elena: C'mon Damon, I'm serious
  • Damon: So am I
  • Elena: Damonnnn
  • Damon: You know I love it when you say my name, come on Elena, I'm sure I can make you scream louder than any fireworks
  • Elena: ...
  • Damon: Honestly Elena when that clock hits 12, and the new year begins I couldn't imagine anything better than looking into your eyes beneath me.
  • Elena: ...
  • Damon: Fine, if it means that much to you, I guess we can-
  • Elena: Who says you get to be on top.

navykillian  asked:

First off, how dare you. "Good Night, Swan. I Love You Too," hurt me so so so badly, but it was amazing. I swear you are too talented for my emotional health. Second, I'm gonna need you to hurt me more and write a follow up with an insecure and somewhat traumatized Emma coming back and finding those messages. (If you find the time, it would be much much appreciated!)

(companion piece to this)

———-

For days after, Emma does not feel human. It is only a joke, some borrowed skin, that she will shed and evanescence into the nothing, into the darkness again. She fought as hard as she could to keep it at bay, fought until she couldn’t fight anymore, and yet even now on the far side of this, with it scoured raw and stinging clean of her, so that she knows she is no more and no less than Emma Swan –

She can’t help wondering if it won after all.

She wanders around town at odd hours, telling herself it’s the sheriff’s duty to protect, to guard, anything else that will connect her back to that small steady flame of humanity inside her – but in reality, it’s because she can’t sleep. She gets used to telling her parents and Regina, whenever they ask, that she’s fine. Henry knows she’s not, but as long as he can keep a close eye on her, doesn’t push too hard.

The truth is hardest to avoid with Killian, and so Emma is the most hesitant about letting him back in. Not because she’s afraid he’ll hurt her, but she’s so terrified that she’ll hurt him. The threat of the raging, uncontrollable monster is gone – but what has it left in its place? What if this time she does ruin it, all on her own? What if he doesn’t look at her face and see the woman he loves so well, but the demonic entity he spent hundreds of years trying to kill? What if that kiss that saved her was just the end of their story after all, and not the beginning? Because some wounds are too deep, cannot truly heal, always slipping softly out into the darkness like an outrushing tide?

What if?

What if?

Until the night it occurs to her to do a simple human thing, a small mundane task, like emptying the dishwasher and tidying up Henry’s papers (the Author has them everywhere now, always scribbling) and underneath them, she finds her cell phone. Blinking at it like it’s some alien transmitter, until she picks it up and sees that the voice mails are full. Who could have been calling her all this time, certainly knowing she wouldn’t, couldn't answer? 

Still hesitant, but curious, she thumbs to the first one and hits play.

“Em… Emma…. I… it’s good… to hear your voice, love. Even on this… this bloody talking thing. I hope… I hope you’re safe tonight, wherever you are. Fight hard. We’re coming to find you. Well, good night, Swan. I love you too.”

It clicks, and then the next one starts. He sounds a bit more confident this time, slowly gaining his stride, clearing his throat every so often but never faltering entirely. This one’s short, just a blow-by-blow of the day’s events, ending the same way: Good night, Swan. I love you too.

Emma goes on and on, listening to all of them, hungrily lapping up every detail of every day they spent without her, recorded patiently and thoroughly to her in Killian’s voicemails, ending the same, telling her over and over. Promising her he does not care, there is no odd that can daunt him, there is no way they won’t come to get her. Until her eyes overflow and she sinks silently to her knees, clutching the phone, shoulders shaking, grateful beyond words, spent, weeping, curling up on her side like a child, almost falling asleep with the exhaustion of everything, but drowsily hitting play to hear them all again, from the start, until she does drop under with his lilting, steady cadence in her ears. It keeps the demons from her dreams. She sleeps like a baby.

That is where Killian finds her the next morning: crashed on the floor, blonde hair loose around her head in a shining halo, so beautiful he can’t breathe, almost can’t bear to disturb her. Until at last he gets down on his knees and settles behind her, spooning her, nuzzling her neck, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, until she stirs and sleepily turns into him by reflex, making those small purring sounds he likes so well, until all at once she blurts, “Oh my God, you’re real!” and shoots bolt upright.

“Aye, Swan,” he says gently, taking hold of her wrists, pulling her clawed hands away from her face, kissing her knotted fingers until they loose, open convulsively, and wrap around his shoulders, pressing herself into him until there is not a single atom of space or sunlight left between them. Holding her tight as her back breaks with sobbing, rocking her, murmuring, as the grief has its way with it, bursts from her, until at last it’s gone, washed clean, and she lies in his arms, heavy and spent and utterly, finally at peace, as he curls tendrils of her hair around his ringed fingers. 

His heart breaks. 

“Aye,” he whispers at last. “It’s me. And I love you too.”

  • me to tumblr: my last girlfriend was wild and I don't wanna deal with that no mo
  • what tumblr sees: I couldn't handle treating her like a regular person with respect, I am trash and should hit myself with a mean seppuku tbh
  • what I really mean: I couldn't handle being with someone who would threaten to kill themselves if I had something to do that took any increment of time away from "us". I felt suffocated and I was throwing up on a weekly basis from stress and even went to the hospital because of it, that shit destroyed me and I thought I could replace that void with material possessions and people. So for the sake of my mental, emotional and physical health....I don't wanna deal with that no mo
  • tumblr: .............nah nigga!!! you was trash!!!
  • me: bruh
a REAL post that a REAL person ACTUALLY POSTED on facebook
  • Me: God, can I ask You a question?
  • God: Sure
  • Me: Promise You won't get mad
  • God: I promise
  • Me: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?
  • God: What do u mean?
  • Me: Well, I woke up late
  • God: Yes
  • Me: My car took forever to start
  • God: Okay
  • Me: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait
  • God: Huummm
  • Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
  • God: All right
  • Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?
  • God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that
  • Me (humbled): OH
  • GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.
  • Me: (ashamed)
  • God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn't want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.
  • Me (embarrassed): Okay
  • God: Your phone went dead bcuz the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
  • Me (softly): I see God
  • God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark.
  • Me: I'm Sorry God
  • God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in All things , the Good & the bad.
  • Me: I will trust You.
  • God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.
  • Me: I won't God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.
  • God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children...