#for a little bit

[blip-blip-blop]

"Arthur's lucky to have us" - "Not Arthur"

#merlin #merlin bbc #merwaine #gwaine #gwaine was in love with merlin fight me #unrequited love #at least he got to be happy with percival #for a little bit #merlin fanart #blip art

[superchat]

#its doneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #around the 7:00 remaining mark it just turns into a jam #for a little bit

[victormare]

fusion reborn

#my art #gogeta #dbz #dragon ball z #ughhh ok i'll stop drawing everyone as girls #for a little bit

[pirateshavefeelingstoo]

Will someone please come hold me? I feel like that’s not too much to ask for

#just like #for a little bit #wlw #wlw yearning #wlw romance #lgtbqia+ #bi #bisexual #bi yearning #bi romance #lesbian #lesbian yearning #lesbian romance #sapphic #sapphic yearning #sapphic romance

[astralarias]

I need to write about Ruárn and Jioxa’s relationship in a bit because man, she loves him, but dating an ex-Mordrem who still can become mordrem when your first partner was killed by Mordremoth himself has gotta be…a lot to unpack.

#I think she resented him at first even though #she knew it wasn’t his fault #she resented that he’d still WANT to use his mordrem form #even though he was 100% within his rights to do so; it’s his life / body #and I think eventually she saw she was being overly resentful and let that go #but was still a bit scared around him #for a little bit #until she fell for him

[qnpc04]

what i would to do to see ccforever and ccbad’s dm’s … like how did the conversation and planning for this go ????? did forever tell bad everything he was going to do or did he just tell bad ‘hey show up at this time’ and bad rolled with it

#i think forever at least told bad there was something that was going to #happen to dapper and that he might be locked up #for a little bit #qsmp liveblogging

[itspileofgoodthings]

i think (to speak sanely and in a practical manner for a minute rather than a self-pitying one) that it’s hard to both a) feel all you’re feeling, b) keep going and be a professional and also a daughter and a sister and a friend to all the people in your life. and you do have to do both! the way out is through, it’s time, it’s good not to melt down in the wrong time and context, in places where it wouldn’t be helpful and would just be a weight for everyone else. but the melting down still needs to happen. the tears still need to be cried and the feelings felt. and it’s just. the balance of that is part of what is so hard to strike. 

#i keep having this image of me just going into a room and shutting the door and crying for four hours and then falling asleep #and tbh that is exactly what i need to do #but it is amazing how hard it is to have the space and the opportunity to do that in close quarters. with a busy schedule. #with work that still needs to be done. and around other people who are feeling variations on the same theme #there's also just the reality that i can't do any of this perfectly which is its own crushing weight #and then the feeling of being alone and frozen that overtakes #but some of those come out of not being able to have the space of just pure sadness #the sadness is many things. catching up and all converging at the same time and space and point #but the sadness is one thing and i need to let it exist and let it breathe and let it BE #for a little bit #and i have not been able to because of all the aforementioned reasons

[inknopewetrust]

I don't really know how to say this, or if you'll read this, but for now, all I have to say is… goodbye.

If only for a little while.

And if you care to read about me, the cut below has a better explaination.

I love writing.

I can express myself in ways that I didn't see possible and it awakened something inside of me creatively that I didn't know I had. Within the past 2 years, I've actually begun to like my work too–a difficult ask for so many writers.

But over the past few months, the inspiration has begun to dwindle with my own life motivation (and no need to be concerned, I am safe, healthy, and un-harmed). I do not like my job, I feel at a standstill and nearly lost at where I want to go, and the future I want seems impossible. My dreams, the ones that we aspire to achieve, the ones that our parents should help us manifest, feel just so–a dream and nothing more.

My passion for writing spurred something in me. I did not know I was capable of writing something people would like. On Wattpad, I have a Jaime Lannister x oc story that has gained so much momentum over the last few weeks because of HotD and it sucks. I don't understand why people are reading that fic and commenting and giving it love when the works I write on here struggle to get reblogs and comments but are so, so, so, so much better.

Just a sign of the times, I suppose.

With my motivation, the inspiration for writing has also lacked severely. I've had mutuals leave over the past few weeks and it makes me so sad. They are lovely people, beautiful writers, and just like me, struggle with the knowledge that people in the same fandoms in which we write, have 30k followers, 40k likes on fics, and post the same times we do yet we can only get 3k and have 4k followers. It's not a game. We know that.

But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

So many of you have been incredibly kind with sharing your stories to help me write fics and build a community that understands the feelings of people wanting to be loved, to be accepted, and be transcendent of their own lives. You have been heard. I hear you, I love you, and your story will get told–just after a bit of a break.

Goodbye is not forever, it is only until 'I'll see you again' when happiness is restored.

I want to be a screenwriter.

And somehow, I need to gain the courage to start learning, to start writing, and at least try. But I can't do that when my heart feels heavy every time I open this app and see 9 notifications after a whole work day.

9. Nine.

It makes my content feel worthless and by fauly, myself too. And no one should feel that way–I know it, we all know it.

For the sake of those who will remain as I take my leave, let me part with one final request that perhaps you will all take to heart: support your writers. Reblog with comments, comment on their work, send them messages of good-will and kindness to motivate them, and whatever you do:

If you don't click with it, don't bully them.

With kindness we can only grow,

Kelsey

#personal post #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #signing off #for a little bit

[gniteruirui]

Can we maybe…. Hold hands (?)

#rui rui #for a little bit

[gatheryepens]

I made focaccia!!! :)

#tw: food #for my first attempt #it’s not the best but I would still say it’s a success #I think next time I’ll prove it in the oven at a low temp #for a little bit #since currently where I live the weather has been awful #it’s mainly been rain and it’s been quite cold too #but I think had it been warmer my yeast would’ve respired a bit more #and the dimples would’ve been a bit more pronounced #but it tastes really good #I used this potato seasoning that had flakey salt thyme and other herbs #I think next time #I might do caramelised onion or tomatoes #gatherbakes #foodblr

[dinitride-art]

The more I think about, the more I think that Karen has a chance of being Alice Creel. Even just looking at how she’s shot in the show, it’s not hard to argue that she’s more important than a lot of other characters. She’s given an entire character arc in season three. That doesn’t happen to one dimensional characters used to fill a space in the main characters story. And somehow she’s always dressed in some form of pink and blue, which represent forced conformity. The Snow Ball where everyone was dressed in pink and blue, the end of season four (im 100% serious about this I just haven’t gotten to it in my lighting analysis/mike Will and El season four analysis yet), Nancy when she was with Steve: all of these things are connected to that theme and have characters wearing pink and blue. Or purple, but that’s just pink and blue together.

And Karen doesn’t agree with her husband’s opinions. The way she treats Mike in season one shows that she knows something. She might not know what’s going on exactly, but she knows enough to tell him that he can always talk to her. When Ted says, “you see what happens?” Karen knows exactly why Mike leaves the table. She herself leaves the table soon after. Because even though her kids don’t tell her anything, she’s not oblivious. Her thoughts are written on her face and we are meant to see them.

And I know I’m just rambling here and spinning her around in my head but. I just went through the first three episodes of season one (high speed scrubbing because I needed pictures) and Karen’s in all three of them. And the way Karen’s shot in those three episodes is drastically different than Ted. She’s being shot like Mike and Nancy are. When they’re sitting around the table talking, we are seeing Mike, Nancy, and Karen. And Holly (but she’s two. So. Not much to glean from that except that she’s important and very confused why everyone’s so tense).

There is no reason to write a three dimensional character if they’re not important to the plot. Ted isn’t a three dimensional character, and neither is Dustin’s mom, or Lucas’s parents, or anyone else that’s in the same category as Karen is. We are looking at her for a reason.

And I’m not saying that she’s 100% Alice Creel, because really I can’t say anything for certain. But. She is important. And not in the way that she’s a representation of something else, or a placeholder, or a tool for the main characters. She’s her own character. Something is going to directly affect her because her actions are important to the story. And they’re important to the story, because she is. And I would very much like to know why.

#Karen wheeler #I am making actual posts to explain myself here #but I’m also still in the gathering dots phase #I can’t connected them until I’ve got enough to make an actual picture #and right now the picture is still a bit fuzzy #so I need to do some thinking out loud #or I guess into the void #for a little bit #I can’t just say oh she’s alice creel without saying that she has importance either way #solid foundations first #and analysis #and then wild ass theories #there is in fact a method to my madness #it’s just hard to get past the analysis step sometimes #because I get lost in the symbolism and meaning sauce

[dailyxisumavoid]

[non-doodle/update]

For the past few days drawing hasn’t been an easy task, and I’m finding myself forcing out doodles instead of enjoying the creation of them ^^;

So for the sake of this account, I have decided to take a break, I’ll be back around the 30th this month or 1st of December!

I wish you all a good morning/noon/night and I’ll see you all then <3

-Goldie

#feel free to send in asks still! #I’ll do them when I return from this small break #I’ll be hanging around #just not making doodles #for a little bit #I love this blog and I don’t want to burn out #while drawing for it #so this break will hopefully help that ^^ #not a daily post #not a doodle #update

[flightofaqrow]

Red/Green/Purple trios amirite

#* behind closed doors = ooc * #okay i'll shut up for now #for today #for a little bit

[forafcrtnight]

@xtinyslip

HE HAD BEEN.. KEEPING TO HIMSELF FOR SOME TIME NOW. no, he hadn't wanted to do that, but.. for someone who had been brought back to life and whose killer was probably still around? it was for the best - same as he had and angie had agreed. that had involved the fact that he had needed to stay away from his brother - he knew that matt was around - and pass off his death for a little longer, but.. now, bos had heard that he was talking about him again and.. yes, it was time to go and find him. did he know how that was going to go? not precisely and.. right now, he couldn't be more terrified. tapping his foot against the floor, he walked through the hospital corridors, before finding the office that had his brother's name on it. god, he really had come so far, had he not? and right now.. well, he was beyond proud of him. "hey, little bro," he didn't think he'd ever sound like he used to, perhaps.. his vocal cords had taken too much damage. "heard you were talking about me? figured it was time to.. erm, come over and have a family reunion. BRING IT IN, COME ON. CLASSIC MATT BEAR HUG." he attempted to make a joke, grinning a little bit.

#bos ; talks. #bos ; matt b. #BROS REUNION #>:) #so he has been in the shadows #for a little bit #as per angie's request to keep him safe #and working some cases for her #just sparkling in that lil angst that she knew he was alive #hehe #death mention tw

[iplaysims4]

Turns out that Paris just had a bad day at School. Some kid had bit her.

SN: They still managed to have small beef after making up. They went back and forth being mean to each other but if Raegan looked their way, they would appear to be talking and laughing with each other...Smh Lmao!

#ts4 #thesims4 #Paris #Lorelei #bad day at school #sibling rivalry #for a little bit #Raegan

[just-puddding]

Team Minato week day 4- queer platonic/ soulmates

Oh– It says– it was you. that was one of Kakashi's two soulmarks, grim, he had always found it melancholic, for it implied they'd never realized they were soulmates before they had to part

Most people don't– they can guess, but never be sure. because life, life is brutal. So very unfair, keeping them just out of grasp, out of reach until they're gone.

Oh, it was you– but Kakashi, he had two soulmarks, it was unusual but not unheard of– Kakashi had always thought one of them was Obito (he had to be, he knew it, he couldn't phantom otherwise) and yet Obito's last words weren't 'oh, it was you' (do you promise?) Nor were they–

-Kakashi- Rin whispered and he could see the light leaving her eyes– he could see everything, painfully clear with no spare detail, no mercy, engraving itself in his mind. 

(could see the way her lips quivered as she spoke, the way she tried to smile but it didn't quite give, the way her hair flew in the wind, the way her body gave up) 

Surely, more people may say his name before departing, because he was with them when it happened, surely.

But he knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, as her body collapsed against his, as His hand pulled away and her blood ran down his skin, as he trembled, that she was it. His soulmate

Cruel -i'm sorry- he could barely get the words out, his legs were shaking, he could barely stand up..he squeezed her into a tight grip, unwilling to let her go– why– even as he lost his strength, even as his eyes closed into darkness and nothing.

the last thing he did was release her body and let it collapse to the ground– then he passed out

The beeping comes as a surprise. The noise of the monitor, of the machinery, of the steps and the curtains rattling against the wind, the scent of medicine and illness, of hospital

Kakashi hadn't anticipated that he would survive (a doctor comes to his side shortly after he wakes up and starts asking confusing questions that Kakashi can't answer, because his mind is reeling and it won't stop) even though he had to– was yet to hear the words

(Another loss, another goodbye, one that would hopefully be his own, if life may be so kind.

it was never kind) 

Kakashi had thought that that was the end, for both of them, that he wouldn't be left to wallow in the loss, to live on as murderer (the doctor gives him headache medicine, says something he doesn't understand and then leaves him alone again)

His hands feel dirty, they itch and he can barely keep himself from peeling their skin right off (he's caught, there's yelling, they knock him out and he wakes up restrained, his hands still itch– hurt

He wishes he was dead)

("...She was my soulmate" Minato's eyes soften painfully as he brings him close and runs a hand around his back "I'm sorry" Kakashi is the one that should be sorry "this should never have happened to you"" Minato and Kushina both cry, sobbing all over him, hugging him close– Kakashi can't feel a thing) 

The years go by, even still, they feel like they shouldn't– not when his whole team is dead, when he couldn't save anyone couldn't even keep a single person alive, as they fell like flies to some curse, a punishment for his mistakes– he's sure

It feels so wrong– but they still pass. Past danzö, past tenzöu, past itachi and past the massacre, past his eviction, past everything, each moment so fleeting (each memory so real)

He's 13 when Minato-sensei puts him ANBU, when he ties the red knot and for the first time, becomes hound, the first of what feels like an entire lifetime–

He's 23 when he's evicted, when he can no longer be hound, even when that felt like all he ever was. all he'd ever be

Then he's 26 and the Sandaime gives him team 7, tells Kakashi to train them (why? didn't he see what happened last time?) 

Kakashi doesn't want to meet his soulmate, or at least he doesn't want to discover them– not until he dies–

 he would never let anyone know, not over his dead body, but going on missions terrified him, sent his mind flying in a haze

(They could be an enemy, Kakashi could be the one to kill them again)

But nothing happens, even as years pass by, their identity remains unknown (sometimes he wonders if it's Gai, if he'll lose another soulmate as he loses another loved one– someone he can't imagine life without, someone who's always been there, who he treasures so deeply) 

(hah, wouldn't that be cruel?)

Kakashi starts to believe he'll really be the one dying, Shinobi don't live long lives, he's near the end of his, most likely

Then there's Sasuke, Orochimaru, the Akatsuki, Tobi, madara, the war

And then, 

there is Obito

Obito, Obito who he thought had been dead for 18 years, Obito who he mourned everyday, who he told everything to, Obito who was his hero (Obito who was the number one public enemy now, hah, isn't that cruel?)

And Kakashi understands (maybe he'd never been wrong, after all. Maybe he had always know then, of course he had)

He understands.

(Why are you leaving me again? I thought– I don't want this!)

(A forceful, saddened smile, a gasped chuckle as he came apart right in front of him– disintegrated–

Oh, he says, it was you)

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I'll probably post day 3 tomorrow, i ended up struggling with it, i wrote two different things in preparation but didn't like either so I scrapped them, then yesterday I wrote something else but didn't like that either, then i settled on something and ended up getting too excited with the drawing and trying to finish it and... Yeah

But, uh, here's few Obito doodles because I'm tired and haven't got any drawings of him posted yet!

#teamminatoweek2022 #Kakashi Hatake #Nohara Rin #for a little bit #didn't know what to draw except maybe red string of fate hands but #you know #hands #so i made a few Tobitos #his armour-like outfit Is very fun to draw #Obito Uchiha #just saw i tagged his goddamn name wrong