#not goodbye

[fairrytype]

the pokeshipping comic I had wanted to finish earlier this year. I never did, but heres my mock up for it considering I probably won't work on it again. I posted it on x a few week back, so I wanted to post it here too !

[autumnsunshine10]

This isn't goodbye

No not this time

It's a bookmark on the page

Saving the date for another

Time and place, a bit older

And hopefully wiser

We'll find each other

Sure as sunshine

Finds its way through clouds

And bees find pollen

It'll be sweeter than honey

We'll smile and laugh until

We cry over the moon tears

Wipe the sad ones from our eyes

Because this isn't goodbye

[batwynn]

I’ve been awake since 4am stressing about how to pay for things in the coming months because of how expensive the move has been already, how expensive food is, how expensive everything is. I’m very tired. I have two more very busy/stressful/exhausting days ahead of me. I should be asleep.

And then I started thinking about when I first joined Tumblr. I’d stumbled into the Marvel fandom (a few years late to the first ‘Avengers’ party) completely by accident. I was already really sick and bed bound, I’d just lost everything I’d spent years working towards, lost people important to me, and was basically waiting to die. I can’t really claim that fandom ‘saved’ me. I feel like that’s almost romanticizing it. But like… I met so many amazing, kind people because of it. We built so many cool things together. I’ve learned so much from people here. I’ve seen so much complete purple-eyed bullshit, too. I’ve been harassed, stalked, dog piled, bullied, told to kms, exploited, manipulated, etc. I’ve also been genuinely fucking wrong about things and correctly called out for it. I’d get gently corrected, too. I’d also get random, nice anon messages. For no real reason. Just because someone decided to reach out and be kind. I get sent photos someone took during their day, just because they wanted to share and cheer me up. And then randomly get an anon crying about Tom Hiddleston and Taylor getting together for 3 minutes. The complexity of existing in this space is forever fascinating, and humbling, and invigorating. Fandom space is weird, and welcoming, and threatening, and wonderful, and scary, and communal, and just generally a lot.

And I’m eternally grateful for it.

So, you know, thanks for existing in this place with me. Even if it was only for a little while, even if we only passed each other going in different directions fandoms, even if we said goodbye somewhere along the way. I don’t know if you saved me, but you lifted me up when there wasn’t much else that could. And it’s been an amazing fucking ride.

[solely-ashes]

Objects that make me cry after watching Project Hail Mary, exhibit A:

[milk-and-wildflowers]

💐We’ve Saved You a Seat by the Window

The kettle’s already on. The teacups are mismatched. One has a chip in the rim. The other has a flower painted too far off-center. But they still hold warmth. And so will we.

You don’t have to say anything. Not right away. You can just sit here. Breathe a little slower. Let the quiet settle on your shoulders like a shawl.

This isn’t a story that rushes. It doesn’t unfold in fireworks. It unfurls, like wildflowers waking up after rain.

Here, the girls grow slowly. They speak softly. They fall in love with people who don’t always stay— and with versions of themselves they thought they had to leave behind.

This is where sisters laugh in kitchens. Where letters are written and never sent. Where coats still smell like someone who left gently. Where birthdays ache, and forgiveness sometimes smells like bread.

This is where Rosalina paints, and Petunia sparkles through her ache, and Liliana tries to hold the house up with both hands and a heart she’s too shy to mention.

This is where Abilene writes her letters in secret, where Sullivan waits without asking, and where even the ones we don’t speak of still live in the garden of memory.

You don’t have to be ready. You don’t have to be anything. Just curious. Just kind. Just here.

Take your shoes off, if you’d like. The floor creaks, but it’s friendly.

The girls are waiting in the next room. Their stories don’t demand your attention— they invite it.

You are not just a reader here.

You are someone we’ve been saving a seat for.

So come in, love. Sit by the window. Take a sip.

Let’s begin.

[snufmin-prompts]

Quick sketch of some gentle boys

"Not goodbye. Rather, goodnight."

[kaminageeha]

So the original verse I had where Kamina died just so I could bring him back to life later is the (admittedly very silly) idea that when Simon meets him in the dimensional labyrinth and Kamina says "this is goodbye for good" Simon's like "nah, fuck that" and grabs Kamina by his cape and drags him back to reality

Everyone's waking up from the labyrinth and Kamina's just. There. On the floor. Flesh and blood and so very alive. And no one can believe that actually worked. But hey, Simon was only following instructions: do the impossible and pierce the heavens to steal his brother back from the afterlife!