i’m just gonna be sappy for a moment (hey, it’s been a while) and say thank you to everyone that still puts up with me on this website. that follows me, just adds notes to my content, or occasionally chats
all the friends i’ve made here (sorry we barely talk anymore it’s my fault and i’m sorry), all the lovely nonnies, be it dave, music, whatever, have really brightened my days for the past few months
Most of what Mycroft listens to is music from 2-3 generations back as its more or less the soundtrack of his childhood and of course, he finds most music of today un-relatable for someone of his caliber.
Most of it is what we would classify as “classic” rock (Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Queen), a few of those jingle-like songs from the late 50′s-early 60′s (creepy ass sounding songs to you or me but for some reason he thinks they’re truly nice songs???), a handful of 80′s pop songs (Europe and even Madonna made the cut) , and maybe one or two songs from today that Mycroft feels are truly the evolution of the music industry.
But if we’re talking about what Mycroft listens publicly its all classical, in the car on a trip of some sort-now that’s a different story altogether.
Honestly im just out here waiting for something to come along and lift my spirits and make me feel like me again cause life hasn’t been on my side lately and im tired of feeling like shit and im tired of feeling detatched and alone but then theres a part of me that enjoys the lonliness. The feeling of just me in a empty room, how little old me is capable of filling the whole room with just my voice makes me feel like im enough. Idk what im trying to say im not good with stringing along sentences and put what i feel and think into words.
To round it up i just want life to give me a break, its not even been 6 months into this year and ive been through so much shit its getting heavy to carry it all.
Anyway pray for the world, keep everyone in your prayers, be good spread good.
If you believe in God, God bless you if not my g tupac shakur is looking down on you and may he bless you
In retrospect, Mike should have realized something was off with Ginny when he kept finding her curled up in the nursery’s rocking chair—pulled up right beside Ruby’s crib—dead to the world. But she’d been having so much trouble sleeping lately, even though they were both constantly exhausted. Mike figured any sleep was better than the none she’d been getting in bed. She’d toss and turn and eventually clamber out, “Just to check on Ruby,” and wouldn’t come back for hours, apparently watching the baby sleep.
It wasn’t until he found his wife sitting at the foot of their bed, their cache of pregnancy and parenting books spread around her, deep in the throes of a panic attack, though, that Mike realized maybe this wasn’t just par for the course.
This wasn’t just baby blues the way Ginny’d told Ruby’s pediatrician at their latest check up.
more than a few taz moments have been drawing me in to draw or animate them. for some reason i chose an early season moment i didn’t even remember happened until the second time i listened to the series.
Hey guys! I haven’t been very active lately because I’ve been in Animation School Hell, so I thought I’d show some of the stuff I was working on. These are some concept art for my Legend of the White Snake idea. Basically I was envisioning an animated wuxia drama lol.
Anyway, thanks for continuing to follow me and support me even though I haven’t been doing much. Hope to see some of you at cons this summer!
I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That… is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.
A/N: Long fics might be turning into my new aesthetic. I’m sorry.
You never truly believed in love at first sight ― there was no reason to. The very idea seemed far too preposterous to be taken seriously, too ludicrous to exist outside of dreamy movies or forgotten fairy tales. How could two strangers cultivate such deep, mesmerizing emotion in the mere seconds they held a glance? How was it possible for them to simply know of their fate in the short amount of time they encountered each other? ― No; there were no soulmates, no predestined encounters. At least not for you. For you, there was only the faint ghost of a broken heart, the haunting of crumbled expectations; and the strong, determined promise to never fool yourself into another failed attempt at romance.
When you first saw him, however, you felt like the cosmos had morphed into static.