#it's pretty rough

[rkgk-art]

I drew @fell-star-if 's Asol. It was supposed to be a simple sketch which turned into a rough not-quite-sketch-not-quite-full-piece kinda thing LOL

I enjoyed drawing him but man do I hate drawing tits facial hair. Was actually the first time I drew facial hair ever LMAO

Oh and also the first time I drew in grey only, now that I think about it...

So anyways! Here he is! Uhm...uh, enjoy???

[makorra-scarf]

home | makorra drabble

Mako walks on the crowded sidewalk on his way home after a busy day at work. Hands in his coat pockets, scarf pulled up to his nose.

It's been getting colder lately. As the days crawl by, snow begins to drift in more constantly.

He mindlessly walks down the path he follows everyday, not bothering to look a the restaurants he passes, or the clothes displayed in front of boutiques.

He falters in his steps for a moment, looking across the street. A woman with short hair walks on the other side of the street. His heart stops for some reason.

The woman adorns short hair, tips just barely grazing her shoulders. A loose cream colored sweater is draped on her body, paired with black jeans and boots.

The woman is stunningly beautiful, and although her hair is short, his heart knows who it is. She may look a little different, but his heart recognizes her, no matter how much time has passed. He knows her.

Korra.

Heart pounding, thoughts whirrling thousands of miles per second, he runs to the crosswalk, and anxiously waits for the signal to allow him to cross the street safely. The crosswalk light tuns green and he quickly weaces in between the other pedestrians. He can't lose her. Not again.

He makes it to the other side of the street safely and raises on the tips of his toes to look above the sea of people in hopes of seeing her again. She wlaks past a small bookstore and Mako begins makung his way to her, doing his best not to knock anyone over. He gives a few apologies when he brushes past people. He quickens his pace, making his way out of a large group of people and sees her. He stops walking, just shy of a few feet from her.

"Korra?"

The woman turns around; shocked expression immediately softening with a look only reserved for him.

"Mako," she says warmly, as she steps closer to him.

She embraces him and Mako wraps his arms around her. His heart finally feels light. He feels at home again.

He loves her.

In fact, he doesn't think he's ever stopped. In spite of himself and how much he's buried himself in his work, trying to move on from her and dull his heartache, he's always loved her. He always will. And nothing could remedy his heavy heart except for her.

He smiles brightly as he embraces her tighter.

[milktea-md]

it's the third month of third year, and my patient is dead.

#grief

how quickly a person can not exist. electronically. digitally. physically. the space where they were, a vacuum in my chest, air punching in like a hungry ghost: her deadpan look when I told her her cat couldn't be named Oreo if it was only black and not black and white. listening to her complain about the hospital food. feeding her ice chips in the ICU while she closed her eyes in bliss. holding her bony hand. her husband looking at her in the sunlight, tears in his voice: "I'm not trying to find another wife."

#guilt

I google her name and a children's book comes up. was she a writer, did she like kids despite not having any of her own, did she move here from Pennsylvania? the photo looks nothing like her but how would I even know what she looked like before the drinking and the dying, I only knew her for a month. this tiny sliver of her, how do I deserve it, do I give it back? what was her favorite food? did she sing in the mornings? I know nothing about her childhood or her hopes or her dreams and yet I know her hummingbird heart, her drowning lungs, her blood, her blood, her blood.

#apathy

everyone goes through this / is part of the job keep a safe distance stop making this all about you / a mountain out of a molehill other people have higher mountains to climb get over it / to work / to the rest of your life you weren't even her doctor why are you sad that she died when you've been waiting for death your whole life?

#fear

I want to be okay vs I don't want to be okay I want to grieve vs I don’t deserve to grieve this is what medicine is vs I don't want to be what medicine is vs what do I want to be vs what can I possibly do vs what can I possibly say vs

"This patient is deceased. Are you sure you would like to review their chart?"

[thesassywallflower]

“Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more.” - Louis L’Amour

[kerfufflearts]

I was looking through some old-ish sketches, and I found the bastard. Not sure I ever posted this though @trig-loves-clowning-around

[comebackolivia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 7

The latest installment of Tim can’t find his sunglasses/the great bat-sibling prank war written as my contribution for the #batfamcontentwar. Enjoy!

[internalscreeching]

Shout out for dumbass crunched to death jpg of a piece of fried chicken somehow?? Cheering me up when I'm having the most fuckass morning

[sunmontuewrites]

Tuesday 2nd January... last day of my holidays before I am back to work tomorrow. A lot happening this month (like the boys starting high school and turning 13...)

Morning routine

Uncle Max's birthday (and I can't go to the party)

Finish sewing the quilt

3k words

Do supermarket order

Do a Lego thing for side blog