Squishy Faces 🥰 By Lyo.thecat

Writing is like you’ve found a garden that’s overgrown and unusable.

First you have to cut through to make a path.

Sometimes you’re going to come across a tree or an obstacle, so you’ll have to start a new path or do around it.

You’re going to get tired. You’re going to want to give up.

Eventually you’ll have to go back. Clean up the path. Remove some junk.

Then you’ll bring in the decoration. The bird bath. The flowers.

To finish you’ll add a nice bench and sit down to watch the world you created.

But first you just have to clear a path.

“I didn’t plan on being a wanted fugitive.

Of course not. That’s not a thing you plan on doing. You don’t wake up on a fine Monday morning, look up at your ceiling and say to yourself; ‘Today, I’m going to become a criminal.’ You don’t. You don’t do that. Please, don’t do that.”

When the last tree has fallen and the rivers are poison You cannot eat money

AHUI

listening to old nostalgic songs gives me old nostalgic feelings and i am simply vibing

Everyone who’s been talking to me knows i’ve been working on this comic about wlws and cats for a while and i’m so so happy it’s finally here!!! :D

idea stolen from this post :’3

Agata

“Sleep tight, my flower.” Mama tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. With a soft and gentle smile, she rested a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you when the sun rises.” Agata blinked. One hand roughly rubbed at her eyes - while the other flashed as they wrapped around Mama’s wrist.  “Wait,” Agata stifled a yawn. “’m not sleepy. I want to play.” Mama’s chuckles sent warm reverberations through her bones. “Darkness is no place for a little flower to play.” Mama gently pinched her cheek, then tapped her nose. “Sleep. The sun will give us light in the morning.” Agata frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. Yet Mama would not be deterred - and the battle was lost when her mother began to sing.

“Mama!”  The Child clung desperately onto a pillar. The ground shook and shook and shook. People were screaming as they pushed past each other and stepped on each other. All of them, running away from- With a short cry, Agata was knocked onto her back. The ground shook and the feet that were going to trample her were monsters that hid in the dark. For every attempt she tried at standing, there were five monsters that knocked her back down. The rumbling beneath her exploded.

“Agata?” The Child blinked. Gone was the flaming city. Gone were the monsters. Yet gone, too, was her Mama. But...not for long. She tilted her head back, meeting the warm worried gaze of The King. He who tilted his head down at her. “Such a sorrowful face for someone so young,” Hades murmured.  Agata glanced away at that. The hand that was not held pushing stray strands of hair out of her eyes. She blinked as The King pulled her into a stop. Hades knelt down until they were eye-level with one another; until their eyes locked their gazes. She stilled, perfectly replicating a statue, as The King tucked the strands of hair behind her ears. Hades tilted his head at her again. Smiled then - a warm sight that spoke of promising safety and protection. Agata shifted her feet - though not out of discomfort. The act was more of a giddy, excited dance. The King straightened and they were soon on their way. The Underworld - Agata had only heard stories of it, and not many as Mama always thought they were too scary. But here, walking side by side with its’ King, The Child found that The Underworld was not too terrifying to be in. “We’ll find my Mama soon, right?” she asked, glancing up. Hades merely hummed a response - his voice sending reverberations through her bones. “Soon,” he said, glancing down with a smile. “I promise.

literally how are you supposed to reach the end of the rainbow this way-

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Queer and scared of goin’ homeless

I’m getting kicked out of my place. Head is pounding over this. But it is what it is.

This was sudden as fuck and it’s crushing close to the holidays, and difficult as fuck to find a new place with COVID-19 and all that.

I’m frantically looking at some rooms for rent in town. But costs are up and I’m doing what I can. I’m selling a few of my more expensive possessions to scrape up some cash for the move-out but the new places I’m looking at cost a lot more than I can handle right now..

So I really need all the help I can get, to scrape together at least $1,100 before the deadline in January. The sooner I move the better.

My Ko-Fi is here if you would be so kind as to give your buddy Sin a hand. I hate asking for money at a time like this but I really don’t know what else to do here.

Please boost if you can. Every bit helps. Even a dollar. Please please please.

Thank you so much for reading

WHY was I CALLED OUT in SUCH A MANNER, I-

Oh, by the way, for context;

This is NK

People writing about any sort of nonhuman character