#holiday thoughts

[x-strwbrry]

heyaaa! i just wanna say merry christmas to this little space and the people in it 🤍

thank you for being here, for reading, feeling, and sharing pieces of yourselves. i hope today brings you something gentle, even if it’s just rest or quiet. and if christmas is complicated for you, that’s okay too.

sending love to those celebrating, to those surviving, and to those just trying to get through the day. you matter. never fucking forget that.

love you all 🎄🎁

xx

[evangelinar]

Merry Christmas, etc.

No matter how you choose to celebrate (or ignore) the holiday season, please accept this simple wish from me to you...

May all your days be filled with the love of the life you are living. The odds of your having been born are too infinitesimal to calculate. The life you have is a gift from the universe. Spend your time wisely. Avoid negative emotions. Surround yourself with loving friends and family. Lend aid and assistance to those in need if you can.

We are all passengers on the same ship, hurtling through space on an unknown journey. Imagine what we could achieve if we turned our collective will to the betterment of the civilization. Imagine.

[nonefrancesca]

Do you have any special New Year’s Eve traditions?

[lilbiastronaut]

How I am currently watching all the gays post about their year with their boyfriends

[girls-are-very-pretty]

I’m gonna give a girl a flower crown on our first date, and I’m going to go to michaels before every holiday and make her themes headbands/crowns so we can pretend we own the world, that we’re the halloween queens and nobody can hurt us, nobody can touch us, because we are together, perfect, and in love

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

Sketchy Saturday Holiday Thoughts

Hey there, friends, followers, and Sketchy Saturday fans! Loor here, your humble Sketchy Artist, having some thinky thoughts about December and the holidays that occur during the winter months, and how best to spread Sketchy joy during the season we often need it most. Long hours, stressful holiday traffic, forced merriment on every corner, and compulsory family time for folks who may have really crummy families... December can be a rough month for all of us, and I wanted to come up with something that could enable a spreading of joy throughout the community.

SO! With that in mind, I present to you the following idea:

Sketchy Secret Santa

The idea is that during the month of December, I will leave the askbox open and anon off for the entire month up to Christmas day. Instead of regular Sketchy Saturdays, I'll be working on these requests throughout the month, releasing them all on New Years (closing the askbox on Christmas will give me a few days to catch up with any last second askers). Instead of posting like I usually do, by publishing an ask, the requester will be anonymous-- tagging only the user whom the sketch was requested FOR, as an anonymous gift.

Does this sound like something y'all can get down on?

[megaspacemanspiff]

The song Awaken gives me Anakin vibes

[galadrieljones]

Imagine a world where Arthur quits the Van der Linde gang and becomes the full time bodyguard and personal assistant to the amateur wildlife photographer Albert Mason.

He changes his name, his whole identity. Together, they go west, looking for great adventure, a better life. Arthur never looks back, at least not at first. He spends his days herding wild buffalo for Albert to take pictures of and sketches small scenes beneath the shade of tall trees. He reads. He is a calmer, healthier man.

A few years in the future, when he and Albert have found success and amicably parted ways, Arthur settles in a fishing city in California called Monterey. He opens a shop where he sells custom weaponry, which he curates and engraves himself. One day, he receives a letter from Mrs. Sadie Adler asking if he is okay. The letter comes as a great surprise. It is postmarked out of Colorado and this warms his heart, because perhaps she too found her way out of that old hell. That old purgatorial sentence. He writes her back a six-word letter in return, and nothing more: Yes ma’am, he writes. Take care of yourself. A.

He carries around Sadie’s letter in his breast pocket for some months. But one day, he leaves his jacket on a trolley by accident and never sees it again.

In Monterey that very year, Arthur meets the unmarried daughter of a rancher who is good with a bow. She never took a husband before because she never much saw the point. She writes poems and the two spend time together in the meadows and high hills of the Monterey Bay. She bids Arthur to read her poetry aloud in his old fashioned man’s voice. She is enchanted by his simplicity, his love for animals and nature, and soon Arthur sells his gun shop and makes a job with her father, herding and breeding horses for the ranch. Arthur and the rancher’s daughter are married on a bridge over a creek in Carmel-by-the-Sea. She wears a plain white dress. They have one daughter shortly thereafter who they name Joanne. Joanne Morgan.

Sometimes, Arthur still has bad dreams that wake him up in the middle of the night. He wakes up seeing the red eyes of a man he once counted as his father, always killing. He feels a guilt so deep in his chest as a gaping wound. He left so many behind. So many to die. He weeps and his wife comforts him, for he is a broken but a decent man who only narrowly escaped a bad life she knows he still thinks is coming for him. She sees the good inside and tells him so and he always falls back asleep in her embrace.

Arthur often wonders if the devil will take his breath while he sleeps. Reap his soul back to the hell that he rightly deserves. He fears that old father will catch his scent, come for him, for his wife, for his baby girl. He sleeps with a loaded pistol in the drawer of his bedside table.

Time passes. He still receives four letters a year from his good friend Albert Mason, one for each season. Joanne grows bigger and Arthur grows older and after some time, he comes down with a lung disease. He lives with it for a little while, but then he grows gravely ill. His wife is by his side when he takes his last breath. Her pretty face is the last thing he sees. The man with the red eyes is kept at bay as Arthur is ushered into a good place where there are no more troubles in the world and the weight of his guilt is lifted off his shoulders and he can just die now. Peacefully. He can look down upon all he has wrought on this earth and think, “I did okay.”

Imagine a world.