sickness and work


life update: officially a community college boy, i went apple picking w my grandma, moved into a new place, been staying hydrated and drinking tea every morning, started my transfer application to hofstra, feeling the love from all my friends. hope yall are having an A+ day. i got your back

Yelling Into The Void

I guess I haven’t been back here steadily because I don’t feel like I belong anymore. On my own blog, I don’t belong.

I’m happy people have made friends with each other. Friends they’ve made plans to reach out to and visit. Friends they spend late nights with. But in all of this, one of my hopes was that I’d be one of those kids who made friends with the other kids.

It shouldn’t be super surprising to me since I’ve always been this way. Even when my Tumblr was gaining insane followers, people didn’t really talk to me. People still don’t. So I guess one of the reasons I hesitate to really be back is that there aren’t people excited to have me back. There aren’t people waiting for my fics. No one liked my last Bucky fic and fewer liked my last Chaos chapter.

I changed my name, legally, officially. I’m Alix Olivia Deschain now. It means a lot to me. But my writing is what defines me, and part of what inspired that name there. So I guess I’m just hurt. And echoing this into the void of people who aren’t listening. I’m not mad, and trying not to be emo (and failing) but I’m sorry.

If you are waiting for fics, or if you have missed them… let me know? Tell me somehow? It’d mean the world.

Otherwise I’m not sure what I’m writing for anymore.


°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°- ALL the jack(s)


i was preparing this in extra with my other S&P artwork for the #septicart event but i maybe pushed me a bit too much and ended up severally sick.  ( ̄▽ ̄)ノ(plz, quick advice, take care of ur body moar than me and mah booty)

ヾ(´▽`;)ゝ im not very happy of this drawing btw,i had a lot of fun but i feel like it’s rushed and messy. so lame!


this aside,I’m also sorry for my inactivity this past week. I was too weak for doing anythin’ except reblogging stoopid stuff that made meh giggled .i’ll reply to the asks and e-mails that i received asap. 

anonymous asked:

Can i ask the mod to choose gifs that they think best sums up each companion character in da2?

im sorry but this is gonna be shitposty af bc I’m too tired and sick to make up a coherent post











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Don’t forget Gorillaz fans, Jamie Hewlett exist! He made all you’re favorite band members come to life in the music videos, shorts, ect! He continues drawing them countless times and works day and night to give you new content with the band members! So please appreciate him!!! ❤❤❤


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Ignis | Prompto | Gladio | Noctis

(Zimbits, AU, 3.7K, click “read more” for the whole fic.)

Thanks. You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.”

That had been Jack’s first mistake.

It wasn’t so much the words he said, but rather the fact that he’d said them in French.

However, to Jack’s credit, he had been in the middle of revising a chapter when he’d heard the knock on his door, and the fact that he hadn’t had any caffeine yet due to the broken coffee maker had thrown off his entire morning.

He had been expecting Georgia, the lady he rented the cabin from, to be standing on his door step. However, instead of the landlord, he got a blond guy with wide, brown eyes staring back at him.

There was a sort of gurgle of surprise and a nervous giggle from the other guy for a moment before he blurted, “Hi, I’m your new housekeeper!”

Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything in his confusion. Francine, Georgia’s wife, usually stopped by once every couple of days to tidy up the place, but neither of the two ladies had mentioned anything about a new hire.

Jack must have been lost in thought for a moment too long because the other guy took this as a sign that Jack didn’t speak English. “Uh, you know, cleaning?” He mimed a sweeping action and then pointed at Jack. “Ummm, je… travaille pour Georgia?” he said in a truly horrendous accent.

Jack gave an impatient nod of his head.

Je m’appelle Eric or you can call me Bitty. Actually, je m’appelle Bitty,” he said proudly with his hand out.

There was something about the other guy’s candidness that made Jack pause, or maybe he had been trapped in a cabin for too long, but he reached out and took the handshake.

It’s nice to meet you,” Jack replied in French.

And that had been his second mistake.

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