#just stuck

[aeuwu]

phenomenal dynamite tonight lads

[fireflower-art-stash]

Gimgerbread hous + lore

Kat & I made a gingerbread house. We also gave it lore!

While the house was being built, lil man wasn't paying attention when the wall fell & squished 'em. When the others went looking for him, they lifted the wall back up & he was stuck to it.

@betawolf6204

[justascrollingghost]

Does anyone else feel trapped?? Like you’re just stuck. Everyone around you is achieving dreams and moving to cities you’d give anything to move to and you’re just stuck? You don’t really know what your dreams are and you don’t really know what you want to do but everything requires years worth of training and you feel like you’re wasting your life away training for jobs you might hate..

[lilwritingraven]

Searching for Hope

Part Nine

Masterlink

John Seed x Female Deputy/OC

Trigger Warnings: Just a smidgen of violence, but it’s okay

Notes: This is a short chapter but it has been a rough week for me and I want to update for Christmas!! So here we are. Thank you once again @proudspires for helping me proof this and just being the best friend anyone could ever ask for. <3 And thank you to all the people who read this and leave wonderful comments. It makes my day/week/month/YEAR. 

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John had dumped her at the house and promptly disappeared. Audry chose not to dwell on the ache it left, instead wandering through the house. She was sat in the middle of the living room looking at a book when the door opened.

Her eyes flew up, and her back stiffened immediately. She first noticed the hazel eyes, the greasy hair, which had gotten to the length he would have normally cut it, the deputy outfit. Then she saw the bruises, the cut on his nose, the way his eyes would scan the room like searching for danger before landing back on her in shock, amazement, something else.

She was moving, scrambling for him before she could stop herself. Her feet had barely hit the floor when she heard a gruff, “Move it, Peaches.”

Staci immediately lowered his eyes, moving to the side of the door. His hands crossed, looking for all the world like a nervous bellhop. Her mouth gaped, her eyes never leaving him, even as John moved forward and closed her mouth with one finger.

“Take a picture, why don’t you?” John whispered; his mouth dangerously close to her ear. She turned to glare at him, noticing just how close he stood to her. Her heart hammered incessantly, traitor.

“What is wrong with you?” She hissed back, tripping over her feet to pull away. His hands caught her by the elbows, steadying her.

His eyes narrowed. “What is wrong with me? Audry dear, I believe you need to do some soul searching while in my brother’s care.”

Anger coursed through her, lightning thundering through her veins and straight into her heart. She heard the crack, felt the sting of her palm, saw the red on John’s cheek and thought, oh damn.

“You little-“

“John,” Joseph’s voice rang out. Audry could barely glimpse him over John’s shoulder. Tension radiated off of John. He didn’t move a muscle, staring into Audry’s eyes. A secret part of her wanted to melt into him, beg him for forgiveness, use her mouth to-

Her eyes flit away, blush creeping up her cheeks. With Staci standing right there. Embarrassment was quickly becoming an emotion she would always associate with John. She heard a cough, sounding more like someone trying to hold in their laughter.

“John, release the deputy.” Joseph demanded, a father scolding their child. Audry wanted to hate him, all of them really. But she couldn’t. Whether she liked it or not, she was connected to them now.

John obliged, slowly relaxing his fingers until his arms fell by his side. He took a step away. Her eyes instantly looked down, and her cheeks heat for the second time that night. Looking up, she saw the flame in his deep blues, lust.

Maybe he had been right about her sin, but he had to know he was also a part of that.

He kept his back to the others, hands clenching and unclenching. Audry involuntarily looked to Staci. His eyes were dark, unreadable. She itched to go to him, to stay right where she was, to go to John.

She never once imagined herself to be the kind who felt the same feelings towards two people.

Joseph stepped forward, hands cupping Audry’s cheeks. She stared at him; blue eyes turned green behind those ridiculous yellow glasses. “Audry, it’s time for you to go with Jacob.” His voice a whisper, breath fanning her face, blowing her hair back and leaving the faint scent of mint. She blinked owlishly at him, entranced. “Will you be a good girl for us, hm?”

“Yes, Joseph,” she answered, eyes closing at his hum of approval. Behind him, a noise sounded. Audry felt too lost in the moment to keep track of it. Joseph’s hands moved to her shoulders, pulling her into his side to guide her towards Jacob.

The oldest of the brothers stood with his arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall. “Take care of her, Jacob. She’s family now.”

The painful reminder twist violently in her gut. Family.

[sinkingsidewalks]

I’m really goddamn sick of my roommate

[gross-queen]

I wish I was pretty

[nighttimepixels]

i made a test mini platformer ‘game’ to teach myself how to... well, do the basics of platforming! look at that tiny snas go. he sure can... walk and slide on ice and jump! (ﾉ>ヮ>)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

all assets and... er, literally everything done within about 5 hours~ and boi howdy you can tell

no, this isn’t an actual game in progress - but i sure did name it “S’no Problem” because heck yeah.

[mentalevcnt]

Has anyone else ever noticed how little tolerance everyone seems to generally have when it comes to making and keeping new friendships in comparison to established friendships from earlier in life?  This has been on my mind a lot lately, because I don’t have the convenience of work or school to make new connections... especially with what happened last year with someone I was trying to be friends with.  Like, if you ever see two people with a long-term friendship, you’ll see some pretty big fights that they’ve worked through in there.  It’s just natural when you grow and change with other people.  But as I’ve been struggling to make new friends as a young adult, I always seem to be on the receiving end of unforgiving judgment. Like, my first or second mess up with someone is our last interaction... I guess it’s just easier to walk away from a relationship when you don’t have to see them regularly (even though I married their friend lol).

I’m not sure if I’m explaining this right.  I guess I just wanted to vent about it, because I feel pretty disconnected from people I’ve got long-term connections with and can’t seem to make more.  I miss drawing with friends and talking about stupid shit and supporting each other as fervently as we used to.  I miss how casual it all used to be, like it wasn’t even a question of “do they want to see/hear this?”  Nobody sat around waiting to be contacted by the other, not even me with my anxiety.  The conversations weren’t an endless cycle about how we should talk more and then never trying.   We just talked so fluidly and freely, and we did what we had to so that we could.  What the fuck happened to that?