Merry Christmas! 🎄✨♥️

Chapter 9 is up! Happy reading 💖

George Hyde Pownall (English, 1876–1932)

Slams the reblog button. This was, it still is, such a treat to read. So soft, so gentle, so delicate, so slice of lifey. Love this.

p.s. I love your Grad School AU series too!

I haven't done a lot of exploration into Mikasa fics, so I wonder if anyone's written about the loss of her Ackerman abilities post-rumbling. Her athleticism and ability to physically protect her loved ones and herself was central to her sense of identity, I wonder how she fares without that strength...

Think about your earliest memory for a second. Now think about the fact that the you in this memory had their own rich bank of memories which (by definition) has zero overlap with that of the you that's reading these words. The thought has a certain pleasing shape to it, no? Okay, now stop. You can go back to thinking about whatever you want again.

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

Or cycling back to trawl through the entire document, to check if one has been consistent in the use of either British or American English. It's the "s" and the "z" and Microsoft Word's lacklustre spell check is out to get us!

writing is just staring at a blank document thinking, “this is the year i revolutionize literature,” while frantically googling synonyms for “walked.”

Digitally painted some ducks. I’m starting to really like the way I’ve started to do foliage lately with the gouache brushes.

My website! c: