#2022 post

[spinch-san]

I made this piece last year and originally thought it was ugly, but now it's aged like fine wine 🍷👌

[kaitcake1289]

in paris you gotta sleep with one eye open

[idontmindifuforgetme]

every year the time passes and i say "wow i can't handle the passage of time" and the time continues to pass and the cycle repeats

[welcome-home-official]

I remember reading something about horse breeding, how if you breed a sweet but slow mare with a speedy but bad tempered stallion, you can get a sweet-tempered racehorse, but every now and then you’d just get a mean-tempered slowpoke. I’m the latter of that. Somehow I got the worst genes of both parents lmao.

[eohachu]

WATCHED IN 2024:

Interview With the Vampire (2022-), season 2, episode 5

ASSAD ZAMAN as ARMAND

"you're going to teach me how to be fascinating."

[smeagles]

jawn: A light to burn all the empires // @/mychemicalromance photographed in Montreal 📸🦇🖤 - October 1, 2024

[xx-knife-xx]

Batgirls #4

Gosh, I love Steph.

[nottsangel]

cleaning up bloody mattheo after a fight 🤤🤤 and he’s still clenching his jaw and angry 🤤🤤 but he doesn’t want to scare you 🥹🥹

“this is going to sting” you warn as you press the cloth drenched with alcohol to his face to disinfect his wounds. to your surprise, he doesn’t show any pain—no flinching or screaming—making you raise an eyebrow. you analyse his facial expressions and realise the adreline is still pumping through his body— his jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and his knee is restlessly bouncing up and down. you aren’t even sure why he got into a fight in the first place, but you figured it’s best to give him some time to cool off before bombarding him with questions.

“fucking idiot. i should’ve hit him harder. fuck!” mattheo hisses, eyes fixed on the wall ahead, not even blinking as his tongue exasperatedly pokes the inside of his cheek. you feel uneasy, trying to keep your mouth shut to avoid infuriating him further as you dab the cloth against his wounds— but curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but wonder what happened before you entered the room. “why did you fight, mattheo? what even happened?” you blurt out, your eyes moving to his narrowed ones, gazing at him with a worried expression.

“it’s not important.” he quickly mutters, shaking his head in disapproval as the memories rush back, yet still avoiding your puzzled gaze. you let out a defeated sigh, fully knowing that pushing further isn’t the smartest move— but you just can’t let it go.

“mattheo, just tell me what—”

“he called you a slut, alright? and i just— i just couldn’t let him get away with that shit. so yeah, i punched him, just like he deserved.”

your brows furrow with both empathy and concern as you gently cup his face with your hand, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “oh, baby…” you sigh softly, followed by pressing a gentle kiss to his head. “i’m proud of you, you know that?” mattheo’s brows knit together as he turns to meet your eyes for the first time, confusion evident on his face as he was fully expecting you to lecture him. “what— why?” “because he looked way, way worse than you do right now.”

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[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[saucefunk]

rewatched the batman in cinemas on monday and it reminded me of how much i loved this film, so here’s some older works i still like!

these are available on my inprnt!

[spinch-san]

Sonic slamming Wyvern into a giant mountain will never not be cool.

[tazmiilly]

various college doodles

[astrolavas]

have. this

[naiad-r]

Some say it was a man, with hair spun from gold and a fiery temper that matched even the fiercest of flames. In every story, they had two spirals above their eyes.

The Swordsman, the Fox, and the Onigiri by three_days_late

A little fic that kicked me in the feels, very recommended.

[vongulli]

old drawings from like 2022 of my cat lady theif, Natanya!

[thesandyhooktragedy]

the lengths that ethan blair miller went to in order to mimic eric harris and dylan klebold, especially as he was someone who eventually decided on not committing a school shooting, definitely fascinate me.

during his attack on a safeway in bend, oregon, he wore a shirt that said ‘HURT’ across the chest, which is most visible in the photo above. miller also displays many behaviors that other columbine copycats exhibit, such as dressing in a way similar to harris and klebold (black pants, black boots, t-shirt with word art). though, this specific outfit—with the red text against a black shirt—is much more reminiscent of klebold’s ‘WRATH’ shirt that he wore during the attack on columbine.

miller seemed to have more of an interest in klebold than he did in harris, in general. miller’s wattpad username was wrathofman22, most likely referencing the shirt that klebold sported on the day he attacked columbine. and it’s not like miller’s admiration of the columbine shooters was any secret, either; he cited them as a main source of inspiration for his attack. he had even originally planned to shoot up his past high school, in order to pay homage to columbine.

i’m assuming the reason many people don’t discuss ethan blair miller are because he kind of got lost in the mix of copycat crimes committed by columbine fanboys, and the body count of miller’s attack wasn’t more than five. either way, his case is very interesting (the fact that he published his manifesto on wattpad is definitely… something?) and i wish primary sources about it were more accessible!