Ooookay. This is honestly the best thing I’ve ever drawn. So. Yeet. My poor baby needs a hug;-;
0My first Historical Geology exam is tomorrow and I’m screaming bc my study guide is asking about the relationship between Bowen’s Reaction Series and the types of volcanoes and I know the answer but I can’t figure out how to put it into a comprehensive sentence.
0“I uh..”
Prue didn’t even know where to begin. She felt like she was suffocating for the last 48 hours. On some sub molecular level deep within the sensible part of her brain, she knew she was just being paranoid. Oh, but what if she wasn’t?
It happened all the time. It could happen to anyone.
People fall out of love.
A concept that Prue didn’t quite understand. Possibly because she was so fiercely, ridiculously, miraculously in love with Danny that she couldn’t possibly imagine ever not loving him. She’d been in love with him for years…even before they began dating. She could never un-feel this way for him .. but …
But people fall out of love. All the time. Even people who don’t expect to. Everyone always thinks they’ll be together forever. Until they’re not.
What if Danny changed his mind? If anybody was the best candidate to be left behind, it was Prudence the absolute trainwreck Halliwell. Her life was messy, to put it lightly. It was complicated. And terrifying at times. What if he came to his senses one day and decides he doesn’t want that life for himself. Who could blame him, really? She couldn’t. She thought and overthought about that too for months…years even. What if he changed his mind? It could happen. He could fall out of love with her at any time..for any reason. For no reason at all.
People…fall out of love.
Not to say they don’t care for the other person deeply, just not…quite deeply enough anymore. To say it was understandable was untrue at the very slightest because Prue didn’t know how to fall out of love. Or how a person could look at the one they’ve been with for so long and used to see the moon and stars in their eyes and one day it’s all…just … gone. Where does it go? Does it disintegrate slowly over time? Until there’s nothing left? Or is it spur of the moment something that triggers a reflex of the heart to change its desires. To look upon your lover’s face and feel..nothing. She didn’t know what that was like. And she feared that she might be on the opposite side of the rock if it did happen.
“The rock..I don’t want to ever be on the opposite side of the rock.”
She inhaled deeply, trying to check her emotions but they were laid all out on the table by this point. “Remember, um, that day that.. there was this giant boulder and on the other side was this couple just—screaming at each other…and um.. we always said that, we were glad to be on this side of the rock.” She looked up at him, nose red and voice quiet, yet still shaking. “I don’t want us to be on the other side of the rock…not ever.”
1I have the sudden urge to write a fic literally just about Roman being lactose intolerant
I think it’s just my body wanting me to go back to all the kinky shit I used to write on Wattpad but like
I wanna try to write that but leave out the,, more gross parts?? Or I could make an alt and write it with the gross parts 🤔
0Me, deciding to make Jason Todd into a suit of animated armor for a dnd crossover: so he died in his early 20’s, got his soul bound to his armor, wandered aimlessly for about a decade, regained sentience and his memories, and started protecting some no name town from monsters for about 50~ years. He’s still called Red Hood cause he wears a red cloak to hide the fact he has no actual head and wears medium to heavy armor
Me, upon realizing how deep i’ve dug myself in and needing a reason for the rest of the BatBoys to live 50+ years without being human: FUCK
1Not looking for sugar bots but if anyone is able to donate to my medication and bills fund it would very much be appreciated
Dm for details, boost if you can please
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