#6am and cannot sleep

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

albus "I hope I die first, because I can't live without you" potter

and

scorpius "I hope I die second, so I can save you from that grief" malfoy

[defiledtomb]

Energie dink. You are my last hope

[ezlo-x]

How did Ganondorf manage to feed baby sheik? Like before she could really eat food and still needed milk. I always assumed idk something with forest magic but I wanted to know if you had thought about it!

Ohh I wanted to draw smth rlly cute abt this but I never had the time 😭

Ganondorf being injured at the time really couldn’t leave the forest, especially at the state Hyrule was at that time. The Korok and Minish actually aided Ganondorf to feed Sheik. From fruits to milks so Sheik could keep growing.

The Korok and Minish were skeptical at first with Ganondorf but slowly warmed up to him. And helped him with more essential ingredients to make food. This is around the time Navi also taught him how to harvest ingredients like mushrooms.

Ganondorf would try to make little plates for the Minish as a thank you on helping him. Once Sheik got a little older and Ganondorf noticed it was safer to go out. He began leaving the woods to look around more ingredients. At first it was short trips to not leave little Sheik alone for a long time, but as Sheik got older and more independent, Ganondorf’s trips were longer.

Finally at 17, Ganondorf realized that Sheik could help a lot on looking and harvesting rations.

[billdenbrough]

fem kevaaron, 790w, for @naturecalls111, inspired by this sketch mina and i stayed up way too late bc of reasons that were mostly my fault, so i wrote this for her the morning of our suffering as a virtual coffee substitute. wasn't originally planning to share it anywhere except just to her but we kept talking about it & now the doc has spiralled beyond its original purpose so i figured, ok, i could share the original scene. kevin is down horrendous

There’s a box of Frosted Flakes in the upper corner of the kitchen shelf.

Kevin knows this, because she put them there.

She’d done it with altruistic motives in mind—saving the twins from a life of cavity and sugar-induced stamina failures on the court (extremely embarrassing, mostly for Kevin, but probably them too)—but she’s having a hard time remembering that now.

Aaron got out of the shower about fifteen minutes ago, see. Her hair had been wrapped up in a loose twist of her towel, but her cereal-obtaining endeavours had involved some attempts at jumping—Kevin had paused in drinking her smoothie for a longer moment than she’s proud to think about—and now it’s half-fallen out. Aaron pays no notice. She has her hands on her hips, and she’s scowling up at the shelf.

“Fucking Nicky,” she mutters, which—Kevin can’t decide if she’s pleased to be spared Aaron’s wrath, or if she’s dismayed that Aaron thinks there’s a universe where Kevin and Nicky have interchangeable actions.

Her hair is making the shoulders of her shirt damp. It’s a loose, worn thing, so thin at some parts of the chest that it feels indecent to look. (Kevin still does, of course. She’s not in the habit of denying herself the things she wants.) There’s a discoloured album cover on the front: a bared throat, a naked collarbone, and a band name hidden by the way Aaron has it half-tucked into her shorts, but Kevin knows from prior observation is semi-faded anyway.

Aaron turns around, and for a moment, Kevin thinks she’s going to ask for assistance. She’s still deciding what she’ll say—her rational brain’s firm absolutely not warring with her appalling animal instinct’s drawling what’ll you give me if I do?—when she realises Aaron is planting her palms flat on the counter behind her. She bends her knees, as if to launch herself up. Okay, no.

Kevin moves quickly, slipping off her barstool and making her way around the kitchen island to stand next to Aaron, too close for Aaron to continue her action without knocking into Kevin.

“You could just ask for help,” Kevin says. She’s kind of looming over Aaron like this. It’s not a new sensation, but it kickstarts something in her chest every time.

Aaron glares up at her. “You could have offered,” she points out, which is true. Kevin’s been keeping her gaze fixed on Aaron’s face so she doesn’t get too obviously distracted by the swell of Aaron’s tits through the (genuinely loosest possible, Kevin is just a fucking degenerate, probably) fabric of her shirt, but it’s kind of backfiring now. The way Aaron looks, glaring up at Kevin, is just as hard to look away from. She’s close enough that Kevin can see her eyelashes, even as light as they are.

Kevin clears her throat. “That’s too close to an endorsement of your terrible dietary choices,” she says.

“Oh my god,” Aaron mutters. She’s relaxed her grip on the counter now, just leaning against it. The position has her arm resting lightly against Kevin’s stomach. It’s a searing heat through Kevin’s gym tank. “Then stop complaining and let me get it myself,” Aaron says, shifting a little to re-balance her hands on the counter. Her chest heaves with the movement, and Kevin’s eyes follow the motion, unbidden.

It’s that, more than anything, that makes Kevin swallow a sigh and say, “Fine.” Aaron glances at her before she can get her gaze away completely, but she hopes it’s a blink and you’ll miss it kind of thing, not the pathetically obvious ogling that Neil accused her of last week in the world’s worst whisper after Kevin’s eyes strayed over to the backliners’ section of practice, where Aaron was trash-talking Nicky with a sharp grin while Nicky tried to step on her heels.

Kevin reaches up to the shelf, stretching a little for the box. She’d pushed it towards the back of the shelf, hoping the extra effort required would deter Nicky too, so now she has to twist a little to get her arm far enough in. She huffs as she manages to close her fingers around it, pulling it down.

“Here,” she says, turning to Aaron, who’s suspiciously quiet. She’s not looking at Kevin, exactly; more like she’s looking to the left of her, eyes firmly fixed.

“Thanks,” Aaron says, grabbing the box. She glances up at Kevin. Her cheeks are a little pink. There’s a slight scrunch to her nose, like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t, just steps back.

Kevin nods, then realises her shirt’s ridden up a bit. She absentmindedly adjusts it.

There’s a small noise, like a swallow, but when Kevin looks up, Aaron is nowhere to be found.

[orpheuslament]

brother i am not getting any sleep these days

[jerevision]

Good morning world, were there two Käärijä gigs at Tavastia last night and Bojan was there and Käärijä is now trending again or was it all just a really good fever dream?

[cookinary]

Reasons why you should vote for KEM-0N0

Propaganda for my blorbo for the @best-hifi-rush-character​ polls!

1 - They look like a mix between a cat and a dog with a dragon head LOOK HOW COOL THEY ARE

2 - They canonically make good pets AND THEY HAVE A CUDDLE MODE

3 - Their rythm parry attack is so goofy, it's literally just them screaming and it's called Plasma Roar how cool is that

4 - They are literally too fast for their own good, they go NYOOM so much that they get confused as to where they are, dumb dog cat dragon <3

5 - Look at dis face

Look at it

6 - Their snoot is perfectly boopable <3

7 - They're big enough to ride on dramatically into the sunset

8 - Imagine Chai getting one post-game and accidentally synchronising with it so that he has a little cat orb AND a BIG KEM-0RB following him, how fun would that be

9 - I was stumped on the design of Wolf Chai's hind legs until I took inspiration from a KEM-ONO's leg design and it worked like a charm (speaking of Wolf Chai, I haven't forgotten about it, don't worry! I'm just drowning under school work and it's burning me out)

We aren’t winning against CNMN, I know that, but please let my blorbo have this one?

[fearandhatred]

it is 7.20am and i have not slept

[siren-of-agony]

My sleep schedule this past week would bewitch some sleep scientists, I'm certain

[crabs-nonsense]

Hey anybody remember like half a year ago when I mentioned traveling to the other side of the country to meet cosplay friends in person in half a year.... 👀

[jaarijani]

thinking about pulling an all-nighter

[robinsnest2111]

still feeling the need to do something drastic to my hair (lydia deetz bangs and the reddish purple dye)

[sleepy-aletheas]

"The value of language is not limited to words. A unified language helps to govern thoughts. Language is the bottom line, rules, weapons, and violence. By making our language unique, we can open up a special path to the relative completion of minds.

Governing thoughts may appear meaningless to some, but to others, it has a very significant meaning. Individuals' pursuit of uniqueness gives rise to various languages and media. People are controlled by language under many circumstances."

-- excerpt of Alhaitham's Vision Story

The more I stare at this, the more Alhaitham makes so much sense in a thematical way. This was from a book he read on a research trip. Was it during his Akademiya days? Post-graduation? Both make sense in their own ways.

If he was still a student, him latching onto the possibility of expressing himself in different, unconventional ways that fitted him more could explain the dissonance between him and everyone else (especially Kaveh, who obviously struggles with this).

If it was after he graduated, it would make sense he would ingrain this into himself, because he lost his best friend (his only friend) when he couldn't clearly communicate his concern when it mattered (they were young, they were stubborn, they didn't know how to deal with this type of battle between truth and grief).

Him finding wisdom, him finding ambition and hope, to communicate with someone else (someone who could show him different perspectives on life and complete his worldview) in ways that came more natural to him. It seems so easy, so trivial. There are people losing loved ones, almost their lives to get visions, and he was like "Ah, yes, communication is key."

It's ridiculous, just like him. And it's utterly lonely when no one even tries to look deeper than surface level, than from the lens of common etiquette.

And it's the perfect narrative foil to Kaveh, who praises himself for being an aesthete, who follows passion and art and values uniqueness. But communication? That has to follow strict social rules. You should be pleasant, and try to not step on anyone's toes. You should try be friendly and accommodating and helpful.

It's fascinating, that a character so set in trying to be good and find good in everything and everyone, cannot for the life of himself acknowledge that his roommate is capable of kindness and honesty, just because it doesn't follow the conventional paths.

It's mindboggling, that a character who tried his best to change the mind of a nation about art and its practical appliance to architecture, to life, and yet cannot phantom that communication also doesn't have to be just pragmatic, stiff, scripted sequence of socializing.

The absolute dissonance, the mirroring is so good, and so heart-breaking, and so frustrating. It makes me wanna curl up under my bed, and weep over these stupid geniuses.

[xanthema]

i need all 3 of you to know that i was at the club tonight on tumblr

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

guess who has covid 😆😆😀😀

[chrollogy]

im about to describe atsumu in the most lovesick possible way