I Really Miss Jackie…

HAPPY JON SIMS AND CATS DAY

@jonsimsandcats

Oh my...

(Just to add to the atmosphere, listen to Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce and read the verses below like the lyrics)

“The man of two minds and two voices

Who’s not in control of his sight,

Skin is gilded with scars, yellow tainting his thoughts, he stands tall,

Always ready to fight;

Can he make it through one more journey

With death, like a shadow, close by?

He’s been there before, Fate is taking his hand,

And then, they will dance one last time.”

Rewriting lyrics for a podcast…am I hyperfixating on it a little too much??? Nope👁️👁️ there’s no such thing as “a little too much”, it’s always “not enough”

Close-ups!! (Because I really like the fingerprints-)

HAPPY JON SIMS AND CATS DAY

@jonsimsandcats

(late) happy birthday Arthur Lester can’t believe you’re 125 now

A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙

My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.

But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.

🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced.

🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed.

🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.

🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope.

Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.

💙 This is where you come in.

I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.

Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.

Chuffed

Help Naser & His Brothers Rebuild Their Future

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

🙏 Will you help us rebuild?

Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨

I listened to it three times. Three. UGHH

Tiny spoilers after the cut

Does anyone know what the Archivist is muttering? I think I heard some voices after Heidi spoke, but I’m not sure if it’s just me or if they’re actually there.

I was watching some Will Wood music videos, fell into a Will Wood rabbit hole, then opened Tumblr to talk about it… and then I looked at the date. That’s when I remembered... MY SILLY PODCAST HAS A NEW SEASON!

My phone crashed 2 times because of this drawing. Spiral related art really is cursed!

JayVik t-shirt wip

What am I doing with my life?...

Here you have a sneak peek to my future lonely eyes fic.

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They lie in bed, silence stretching between them.

"You know... I really used to love you. Never said it, never had to," Peter murmurs, twisting the ring on his finger.

"You don’t love me anymore?" Elias asks, almost teasing.

"No."

"Then why do you keep coming back?"

"You know why."

A smirk tugs at Elias’s lips. "You really lost your purpose, didn't you? Now... you rely on me. To be the subtle reminder that you'll always be..." He pauses, letting the word settle before finishing, "alone."

He chuckles. "Poor, lonely Peter Lucas."

Peter exhales sharply "Elias... I want a divorce."

"You'll come back eventually."

Elias reaches out, tilting Peter’s chin up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Peter looks away, eyes almost teary. Without a word, he slides the ring off his finger and sets it on the nightstand.

"Fuck you," he mutters before getting dressed in silence, slamming the door behind him, and vanishing into the fog.

Elias stares at the abandoned ring, running a hand through his hair. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he murmurs, "I love you too."

Who else up terminating they velocity rn