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Art Blog: thunderfx

Below you’ll find the fandoms I like, which I’ll keep updated as my interests shift; since I’m always hopping around from one show to the next lol.

Anything highlighted in red is what my focus in on currently:

WHAT. THE. HELL.

Genuinely, my reaction to that ending.

We are sitting there, cleaning up the crime scene, mixing solutions in the kitchen, and when I tell my brother to hide the evidence deeper in the trash can that’s when he reminds me there is a camera directly behind us…cue my slow head turn towards said camera.

It’s Kevin McCallister.

My cousin turned into Kevin McCallister.

The world’s grief was like the tip of an iceberg. The icy peaks that cut through the surface of the water showed only a preview of what really lurked underneath.

Hidden in the shadows is where most of the grief sat. It weighed the top down, always drowning so that its other half could stay afloat.

The grief below was doubled. Tripled. It didn’t take away from the pain felt above or made their feelings any less valid, but, there is something that settles into your cracked foundation differently when losing someone you personally knew. It slips in uninvited. It causes a heaviness in your chest and tears that burn your eyes. It brings a fierce kind of anger and makes you bargain and plead for a different kind of outcome. You cry, and cry, and cry, despite knowing all things that begin must come to an end.

Then, one day, it stops.

Things go quiet.