Okay So - Blog Posts
where you go i go
the selling of the truck (potentially) just breaks something in me. just a little bit. because eddie does not invest in himself hardly ever. so to see this truck that... okay the way he got it, not great... but this thing he earned and got for himself that he is now giving up to fit in a box that isn't right for him. for chris, eddie would give up anything and everything. but first, it was the job he loved, then the city and home he loved. and now he is going to be without the job that gave him purpose again, PLUS he is getting rid of that truck. it's like eddie is making himself smaller and smaller, cutting out pieces that don't fit, so he can be this thing for chris. because if Chris was traumatized and running from him, but happy and thriving with his parents.... well, maybe the issue is eddie. but if eddie can be something else... can figure out how to be exactly what chris needs, who cares if he is a shell of himself if it means chris is happy, healthy, and taken care of. perhaps this is the penance he must pay. it's like the well... he cut his own line for a kid, and now he is under 40 ft of mud. he has two choices... wait and potentially let himself die or fight like hell to get back to his family. he's still alive down there. he's screaming, pounding against the mud. he won't give up without a fight. but for those few uncertain moments, he still wonders if he will make it out alive.
and the game was over
YES EXACTLY YOU GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND
Aren't most angel wings actually like swan wings or somwthing like?
We need more angels with colors, design, and wings based on all manner of winged beasties. So ok "demons" get bat wings. Fine. Whatever. (If they're fallen angels they should get "corrupted whatever they were as angels" wings) But Angels could and should be all manner of birds from peacock to finch to any flying feathered beastie.
Yes this is sparked by @practically-an-x-man. And now I wish I could draw a heavenly host based on this concept.
And now this is canon in my universe.
so, i finally fell in for it and doodled both wukong and macaque— mind you, i am NOT in the monkie kid fandom though i have watched all the episodes for a very dear friend of me who has hyperventilated over it
LOOK IT MAY NOT BE PERFECT BUT BE KIND TO ME, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DRAWING THESE GUYS AAAND they were actually very fun! yahoo!
oh, and to the one who’s my friend and stumbles upon this post • if you see this and so happen to realize it’s me who drew it: hi! guess what? i drew them, happy birthday and sorry for not sleeping like i promised! just got the random impulse of a drawing! yeah, thank you bye bye!
last one before i go, thanks!
For my wonderful sister @ladynoblesong who’s birthday is today ! We all deserve some happy rare ship. (I know this ain’t much but more things to come ^u^)
Apparently tumblr hates me, but for the non blurry pic you have to click or go to my blog. I may fix this is the future
She looks out across a world in chaos and frowns.
“It was brash”
“It was bold”
“It was impetuous”
“It was inspired”
They grow silent. An acknowledgement that no agreement is to be found in this place.
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She says that she should kill him. She says so often, without humour. She says so as a woman who has killed hundreds across her lifetime and will no doubt kill hundreds more.
“You know more of me than anyone else does.” he confesses.
She hums.
“I could say the same to you.”
He grins and she can’t help but pity him. Connection was never necessary for her, but to watch this child suffer without it must be a tragedy beyond measure.
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She tells him that she put poison in his drink. He sighs, tired, and walks outside. She hears him throwing up in the ally behind the abandoned building they had chosen for their meetings.
He comes back in with clothes just as clean and hair just as neat as when he left. He frowns at her but is happy to continue their conversation as it was.
“I’m going to hurt you one day.” she informs him. He rolls his eyes.
“You hurt me constantly,” he gestures to some bruises for effect, “At least this way I might be tough enough to survive what’s to come.”
She nods. With the sorts of enemies the boy tends to make he has a point.