#asked.

[creepyalienghost]

For each of the kids who visit Doc’s cabin, what is everyone’s greatest strength and weakness?

Savannah: she’s good at chemistry. Scary good. She’s bad at behaving.

Wren: astronomy. Bad at math though (might change it to biology)

Max: biology. Bad at art.

Rue: technology. Bad at art.

Ella: art- more pacifically. Theatre bad at technology.

My little zombie crew:(when human)

Lucy: herbs. Bad at technology.

Christopher: dinosaurs. Bad at sports.

Samatha: astrophysics. Bad at drawing.

[belsevere]

are you even listening to me? (from the singular prompt list u have)

' --No.' straight to the points as ever, nylinda's reply is as flat as stagnant water. little leon stood as tall as her should and looked up at her with his little face, and his sparkling little eyes. all of these agents where like action figures, waiting to be picked up under the arms and carted around like her favourite little dollies. this one, though, had a knife in his holster and any sudden movements from her--she'd be seeing the business end of it. ' what do you want ? i'm busy. ' doing nothing. but even nothing was something. wasn't it ?

@sseizonsha

[antiibow]

"I'm sorry it turned out like this."

❁ ❜ " YOU'RE...SORRY. FOR HOW IT TURNED OUT ? " sheva's voice was flat, steady, quiet and unwavering. her eyes which had been trained on her fire arm laying in parts across the table before her for cleaning, slowly turned toward the sound of dr. birkin's voice. the look in her gaze was as hard as steel and dark like a thick, cotton-y, cloud, heralding an oncoming storm. " what good is your apology now, birkin ? if only you and your husband had developed some sort of moral compass years ago, there would be nothing for you to try and make amends for."

@deviral

[possiblyasir]

What’s that? I’m posting yoo much? you don’t care? I should kms? Well well well

[raccoonvandal]

things i won't post on instagram

It's been a year.

I realized something after the new years celebrations ended, and I did my yearly calendar review. I realized something painful. Something telling. From March to November I did not fill out, check off, mark in any single way, my calendar.

It was as if during that period of time I did not exist within the world. I sat somewhere else beyond. It was not all bad, it was not all good. It was, as my calendar shows, nothing.

And I do not want this year to be nothing.

Last year in March, someone I thought I would be best friends with for the rest of my life, exited my life. Following them, were a handful of other people who I thought my children would someday call Aunts. Through a combination of my own, and their own, mistakes, we will never see each other again. Maybe it is better this way, but I grieve and mourn for them all as if the world has lost them, and not just me.

Throughout the following months, I tried to fix this grief. I felt it was a problem to be solved; a knot to undo. I wanted to escape the consuming pain in any way possible. I wanted to stop missing.

But missing is a privilege. It is a sign I loved and was loved. It is a testament to the bond that existed, and to run from that, to attempt to deny that? It was an act of desperation, but would stand as disrepect to the relationships that did exist. I loved these people, and I still do love these people. This is no longer something I wish to deny or erase.

I also went through a time during this were I was so deeply drowning in this hurt that I made myself a kicked puppy, and my past, a boot. There is a place beyond victim and villain, and it must be found. I was lost between these two lenses for some time. I think I have been for far longer than I knew.

One of the hardest things to realize is that you have been wrong.

The second hardest thing is putting this realization to action. Apologizing.

And I don't know if I really meant it at the time, but it started a conversation. Someone who I had been villainizing in my life for years. I had been obsessing over pain they caused me for so long that I had been scratching open the wound myself, without them being there at all.

I sent an apology expecting nothing back. I was wrong.

We spoke. Some of my friends were shocked. They expected me to come back with vitriol and poison to share, and I had nothing. I love this person, and I buried it under resentment and anger for so long. These things don't offer peace. Love, offers me peace.

I missed my friend. He missed me too. No longer do we have to miss each other.

The most difficult part of this year has been letting go of a future I had wanted so bad. People I thought would be at my wedding, one who I thought would have a key role. People who I thought, even after the fall out, I would always know. Who would always know me. A degree I thought I would get. A career I looked forward to. A whole state that I thought would someday be home. I wanted these things, so badly. And giving them up felt impossible.

But these things are already gone. And mourning them in place is only making me bleed out alone. It's up to me to make these decisions. To let go, to accept a future that is different than what I thought it would be. And I want this year to be different. So it will.

I'm majoring in mathematics! A very good friend I made this year shook me out of my delusions of an inferiority complex around math, and now I couldn't be more excited.

The aforementioned friend? I took a train to see and stayed at their apartment! Something very scary and something I almost didn't do. out of that fear. And instead, had a lovely time! I love train rides, and I love hanging out with this person. 10/10, I recommend.

I go to college somewhere new. This was truly a recent decision, the aforementioned "letting go" is a very difficult and arduous task. It is something you do over, and over, and over again. It is no less painful each time. But that is okay, and it is okay, each and every time.

I was in a very dark place much of last year, and the months prior to that year as well. It's difficult to think about myself during those times, let alone those who supported me during those different periods. I relapsed later last year. This is something I feel a lot of shame about. I'm trying not to.

But, I can say I'm doing much better. I made necessary changes in my life. I've learned more about myself. It's scary to see yourself changing and becoming a new person. But things needed to be different. So I made them different.

I think that's probably what I think is my biggest motivation going into 2026. Sometimes you have to let go. Sometimes things need to be different. And you need to make them different. You have to want to get better. You have to make the changes. It is up to you.

I don't want to review 2026 in the next year and find a bunch of empty months. I don't want to spend my time floating between victim and villain complex. I don't want this year to be nothing.

I don't want to be nothing.

So, I won't be.

All my love,

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[bellerisque]

❝ you’re late. ❞

・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ . .♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. ~ accepting

。・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ ・ 。 。・゜ ♡ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ . .♡ ♡ 。・゜ 。・゜

LYSANDRA BLINKED, THE GLITTER of her mascara sparkling against the low lighting from the ceiling above. leon, stationed before her like a barricade, was show stopping. his dark dress shirt was well pressed, the material smoothed and unwrinkled. the first few buttons had been left undone; a sliver of chest with the slightest raise of scarring winked at her from the v shaped opening of cloth. as she ran her eyes down his waist almost greedily, she caught the gleam of silver holster buckle above the zipper of his dress pants. she was performer--a natural star.

❝ I WAS TRYING TO FIND THE RESTROOM. ❞ she said after a moment, apologetically. her gaze flickering back up to his face to present him with an almost sheepish grin. An effortless lie, but the only person who could truly know of her deception was bound, gagged, and unconscious in the trunk of her EXPENSIVE little sports car, and soon to be as cold as clay. tucking her clutch beneath her arm, lys gave her head a tilt, the ringlets of her curls brushing light against her bare collar. ❝ you...can forgive me, can't you ? ❞

@sseizonsha

[belsevere]

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜ (Questioning Minds meme)

-from Jake

AFRAID ? NYLNYSA'S HEAD rose no further above the water. she remained submerged within the shallow, the water lapping against the wide of her nose bridge. soon, the siren's eyes shifted side to side, as though expecting either an audience or predator to spring out of the frothing waves and tear her to pieces. would a fate like that be truly any different than what may await her upon that floating vessel of human voyagers ?

men were greedy; they took and hollowed out everything they touched, used the sharp points of their blades to pop gemstone and pearl from the backs of her sisters, filleted their tails to keep the bones for good fortune, or grind them to dust for spells.

SHE FLOATED CLOSER until she could splay a webbed hand against the slime and barnacled covered side of the Stella, tilting her head up. the captain's shadowy outline looked down upon her against the blaring of the midday sun, and she squinted against its golden light. " ..." her lips parted as though she might say something, answer his invasive question. seconds of silence stretched on with nothing but the crash of water and a distant cull of gulls playing on the wind before she spoke.

❛❛ the witch you keep. ❜❜

@nichtmeinvater