‘Who catches who now?’
I really wanted to draw Clora in my art style and found the idea of them being in Alice in wonderland cute. Hope you like it. ^^ 🐇✨
AHH OMG I LOVE IT!! THANK YOU!!!😭💖💖its so cute you inspired me to draw more of it😭😭
clora as alice already works so good but i love your role reversal of the white rabbit chasing HER instead of the other way around BAHAHHA. THANK YOU AGAIN I LOVE IT SO MUCH CLORA IS SO CUTE IN YOUR STYLE AND I LOVE HOW YOU DREW SEB AS WELL!!💖🥹
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[no advice, no platitudes. give me either on this post & I'll yeet you into the fucking sun]
Survivor's guilt fucking sucks.
It sucks even if it takes you nearly eleven years and the death of a second friend before you realize you're carrying it around. Or maybe just admit that you're carrying it around.
I got the benign intradural extramedullary ependymoma in my spine. Ginny got the aggressive metastatic cancer in hers. I had surgery and kept walking. She fucking died.
Why her? Why her and not me?
I was stupid levels of in love with her. A lot of people were. It was hard not to be.
So why one of the singularly most lovable people on the planet and not the fucking pain in the ass? (Don't, okay? I know I'm harder to get along with than she ever was. It's the truth. You don't help or flatter me by denial.)
She died on April 23. On May 9th, I almost died three times in recovery from the surgery that removed the Evil Grape from the sheath of my spinal cord. My blood pressure crashed repeatedly, and in a recovery room that I remember as being pitch black, she came to visit me. At the time, that seemed completely normal. I didn't question it. Of course she was here. Where else would she be?
I was dying, and Ginny was there. Of course.
We talked for a long, long time. She got up to go, and I tried to get up and go with her, and she told me I couldn't. I didn't understand because I didn't remember then that she was dead.
I still don't understand why she died and I lived. I still don't understand why Kep died and I'm still here.
It's not fucking fair. Why did I get a dodge and they didn't? Why am I still breathing and they're not?
I know there are no Reasons. That doesn't mean I don't keep asking myself in the dark and quiet.
So yeah. Survivor's guilt is a bitch. It's helped a little bit when one of the people who Gets It more than anyone else in the world happens to message you right after you lose your shit at The Longest Johns' version of Wild Mountain Thyme and end up sobbing into a sink full of dirty dishes, but it still fucking sucks.
In nine days, it'll be 11 years.
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Somehow never caught this before, but does this imply Birdperson’s mom killed his dad and he remembers seeing it?
The fact this memory is somehow tied to Blood Ridge in his mind makes me wonder if that’s part of why he didn’t accept Rick’s advances— maybe even subconsciously. If that’s what this implies, no wonder he had commitment issues. Makes the shit with Tammy hit differently, too…
I know it’s a throw away moment, but I really hope we get a follow up on that… Regardless of what that memory is, it’s dark shit.
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abby coming home after work and you’re fixing dinner — homemade pizza — and she stands in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she tells you about her day, including a morning gym session that she swears made her buffer
“what?” you laugh and she takes it as a chance to show off for you and jokingly flexes her arms for you, going “oh yeah? how’s this for a gun show?” and you’re giving her your best audience reactions, oohing and awing as she does different poses. you reach up and squeeze her bicep.
“my girl is so strong,” you coo
abby drops her arms and leans into your space “i’ll show you strong” followed by her wrapping her arms around you and picking you up, swinging you around. you squeal out a laugh, begging her to let you down while also never wanting your goofy abby to leave you alone.
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