THE SWIMMING PIC HAS ME SOBBING 😭😭

Dynamic pose practice: pose is from a base

IT’S THE:

1. DONNIE WITH GLASSES

2. RAPH WITH THE FULL-HEADED BANDANA

3. LEO WITH BRACES

AND, 

4. MIKEY WITH HIS SKATEBOARD, FOR ME!

I wonder if even after Odysseus returns, Telemachus still wakes up in a cold sweat some nights and goes to pace in front of his mother’s door. There’s light and loud talking and laughing and Telemachus grips his sword tightly, tense as he knows he can’t let anyone near.

The door opens and Telemachus jolts, turning to see a man standing in the doorway behind him. He lunges forward, but the man grabs his wrist and shoulder, disarming him and bringing him to the ground. He closes his eyes, bracing himself and feeling a burn in his throat. He failed. He can’t protect her. He-

Suddenly there are gentle hands on his face. A soothing voice replacing the cacophony that the prince realizes had never existed. He looks into his father’s eyes with shame, blinking back tears as the king gently takes him into his arms. Odysseus promises his son that he’s safe, brings him back to rest beside him and Penelope, and lets him have just a few hours of peace before it happens again.

Just thoughts.

I used to read rangers apprentice as a kid and lemme tell u I was obsessed

image my shock when I recently reread it and no one is described as I imagined them 💀

I hella projected onto alyss and imagined her as asian so going back and finding out she’s blue eyed blonde hair was weird. Also Crowley I always imagined him big and bulky, completely forgetting that almost all rangers were short and lithe.

Horace had brown hair but besides that he was pretty accurate to how the books described him. Even though it was a major plot point that Cassandra wasn’t a red head I always saw her as such.

Same w Gilan, a red haired Mexican kid.

They were all so much more diverse in my head lol, maybe I’ll draw them how I imagined vs how they’re described in canon

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

I did it

Technovember day 6 - favorite duo

Emerald duo

I am a sad person

On top of the building he was standing under there was a kid. He seemed to be Don’s age but the weird thing wasn’t the fact he was sitting on the ledge of a twenty-foot drop, but that he was singing at the top of his lungs. Off-tune and accompanied by a cat yowling along, the bleach-blonde boy was kicking his feet and dropping rotten meat into the crowd. He was feeding the infected like an old lady with birds. What the fuck?

The kid looked down and locked eyes with Donny. They both froze and stared at each other for a moment before Don slowly, oh-so-slowly, lifted a single hand and waved. The kid’s face shifted a bit, his flat expression scrunched slightly in confusion and he cocked his head, even as he returned the gesture. He stood abruptly and the cat jumped from his back. He gestured for Don to follow him before walking off to the side of the building.

(Almost a year since I last posted a fanfic/ fanfic update- im excited to get back into writing :))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55596028/chapters/161302870

They just bombed one of the last hospitals in Gaza and so far 1500 have been confirmed dead.

Today I felt nostalgia.

I get home from work and chat with my brother for a bit before going upstairs to shower. I lay in my bed, dozing as my sleep is interrupted by a call. My cousin, she tells me to come with her and my brother to eat at my grandparents house. I didn’t even realize my brother had left. I tie my hair up without drying it properly and walk over, annoyed and amused over the fact my brother had stolen my car, forcing me to walk in the chilly evening. When I get there, my cousin’s already left, home to nap before she goes to cheer. My brother leaves soon too, something or other he has to do that I can’t remember.

I stay with my grandma, sitting infront of the fireplace older than me. Without it the house would have frozen long ago. I listen to the sound of her cooking, lulled by her soft words. She’s cooking enough to feed my family and my cousin’s.

My grandpa comes in, tired from moving wood to their outdoor shack. I watch him eat and I’m reminded of his age, his bruised hands from slow tired blood. He goes to bring wood inside and I rush to help. He’s older now, somehow, I’m not sure when, I can carry more wood than him. After I watch them sit tired and I sweep the floor for them, cleaning the trails of dirt and wood chips.

I notice the tiles as I sweep. they’re duller then i remember. The cement in between each tile seemed more cracked than before.

I sit with my back to the hearth again, enjoying it warming my clothes and my chilled skin. My grandma sits next to me on a woven stool. I let my hair down to dry it with the heat and she ruffles it playfully. She smiles and laughs at my colored, damp hair, scolding me lightly for the dyed streaks in my dark hair.

Soon enough she drags me close to her, I sit on the ground in front of her as she rubs and scratches my back and damp head. I know that I should be doing this for her, but she always insists. Even though she’s in her chair and I’m on the ground, I’m still as tall as her, I’ve been taller than her for a while but this points it all out even stronger. She tugs my head until I’m rested in her lap. My neck cramps from the odd angle, my spine sore from the bend. My body is tense, worried about the weight I rest on her but I can’t bring myself to sit up.

It’s been so long since I’ve been held, no- doted on like this. I remember doing this as a child, the strain on my back nonexistent. I could lean on her legs with ease. Her hair was darker then, her skin less wrinkled, her hands stronger.

I still feel like a child, though. In her hands, I still feel as vulnerable and fragile as the small girl I was.

When I sit up, no longer able to stand the strain on my back, it isn’t only my bones that ache.

My hair is dry by now, and I’m not sure what I mourn as I tie it back up in its tight knot.

Today I felt nostalgia.