i might cry over this

Darling One
A one-shot, told through Jaal's perspective. [1098 words]
By Organization for Transformative Works

He understood the repercussions of falling for a human, much less someone whom people refer to as a hero. But everyone else be damned, he loved you and would proclaim it at the top of his lungs… again.

things that have happened to carl grimes

  • believed that his dad was dead
  • watched dead people come back to life and eat people he knew and cared about
  • lost his best friend, only to see her as a walker and then saw her get shot in the head 
  • lives with the knowledge everyone he used to know, all of his old friends, are dead
  • lost someone who was almost like a father figure to him and then had to shoot his re-animated corpse
  • blames himself for the death of dale
  • watched his mother die and then shot her in the head so that she wouldn’t come back
  • received no support after this bc his father went batshit crazy
  • shoots countless walkers and people in self defense, but imagine the psychological damage this would have on a kid
  • believed that his baby sister had been eaten by walkers
  • watched countless people he was close to and cared about die in front of him
  • had to care for his father while he was sick after the prison
  • was almost raped and watched his attackers beat up his father
  • got trapped by a community of fuckin cannibals 
  • never asked for help through any of this because he knew he was expected to act mature and strong 

what carl grimes says after all of this

  • everybody can’t be bad
  • we’re strong enough that we can still help people

even after everything that he’s been through so doNT U DARE TELL ME THIS CHILD IS NOT AN ANGEL

Polish Literature: The Stones by Grażyna Chrostowska (1921 - 1942)

I used to like watching stones,
They are naked, simple like a truth.
Silent rough beings.
Without tears and love - without complaint…
Thrown on huge, wide earth…
Stripped yearnings, free from hope
Stand, belonging to nobody, yet with grief…
Of their hard eternity
Free from illusion -
Alone in nothingness.
And I sorrowed unwisely over something,
That I might cry among those mute rocks,
That winds chop them up,
Storms are passing by,
But they last -
And nobody rules over them,
Because they had lived
And became human hearts.

Grażyna Chrostowska was born on 21 October, 1921 in Lublin, Poland. She was a member of the underground KOP (Komenda Obrońców Polski) organization during the Nazi Germany occupation of Poland. She was arrested by Gestapo in Lublin on 8 May, 1941. Together with her sister she was sent to the Ravensbrück Concentration Camp on 23 September, 1941. On 18 April, 1942, Grażyna Chrostowska (aged 21) and her sister were executed by firing squad in the camp.


some warmup sketches from earlier this month!! i usually forget to post these and they get buried under wips ;;  


When Eddie looked up, she actually had a small smile. “Ms. Star used to tell me that all we need in life is a good friend. And, Peony, I think that’s what I have.” A few tears rolled down her face, but she kept the smile. “This sucks, and is horrible, and terrible, and I might cry a bit over it and be sad. But. I think I’ll be OK if you’re here with me.”

okay so wait a minute

so im listening to triptych again because apparently i hate myself and i discovered a thing

just before the static, cecil says, “and then he started hollering about the figures he could see approaching from within the depths of the vortex, and”.  after cecil does some wire wiggling to hopefully get rid of the static, we hear kevin say, “started hopping up and down joyously about the figures he could see approaching from within the depths of

presumably, if we can go off of the sandstorm episodes, these two events would be happening at the same time.  so then… why are we hearing past kevin?  like yeah okay i get that time probably really doesn’t work with night vale, but???  and like it makes me sad now cuz listening back to part b of the sandstorm, kevin’s tone is the same as it is in triptych, or at the very least before we get present/”much more recent past” kevin, and there is a definite difference between the two tones.  

and then we hear from the sandstorm in kevin’s pov, he’s talking about how strexcorp is just now getting to the baseball team, but if we’re to go off of other things kevin has said he had alluded to the idea that he was one of the very last for strex to take.

time is weird and i was happy and now im said because just



like deja vu

louis/niall, ot4 & ot5 | ~104k

Niall knows if he turns, Zayn won’t be there. He doesn’t expect Zayn to be there, but he should be. He should be next to Niall, looking out at Dubai and smiling and bright and happy and with so much awe that he can’t hide any of it. He should be here next to Niall. They should be sharing this moment.

Zayn isn’t here. Zayn is gone. He’s not letting Niall into anything anymore.

Niall’s afraid the space next to him will never stop feeling empty.

a canon compliant magical realism au that follows niall and the boys while they try to navigate a post-zayn world. written for round 4 of the @1dbigbang

the stunning art above is by the superbly talented amanda @becomewords. she also made an absolutely incredible mix for this fic that can be found below! make sure to go and let her know how truly beautiful all of her art is!!!

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