#and maybe... a reblog? ;0

[what-even-is-sleep]

Shores Made for Lovers [Excerpt]

song I started tonight messing around with the uke! v exciting it turns out that when u can finally accompany yourself after singing a capella for 10 years that some kinda smooth sounds can slide out

[littleplantfreak]

Midnight

So...this is a self indulgent Ume/Reader kinda not too much Ume about your cat passing away and going through it because that's where I'm at right now and I thought writing about it might help. (i named it after my cat too so)

Word count: 800ish (sorry i know that's a lot)

Cws: Hurt/Comfort (I tried to make it a little happy at the end), Animal Death, Grief

I only read it through once so no beta and under the cut :0 because I don't wanna make anyone sad who doesn't want to be.

It’s snowing again and the white powder muffles sound, making the walk from the car to your front door quieter than usual. Your keys jangle loudly in opposition when you take them out of your purse to unlock the door. 

“Hey, I’m home Mid-”

The words die in your throat, realizing there’s no one to call out to. Hajime is still at work, and your cat, who would normally greet you with trilling mews and a smack of his tail is gone.

His sickness came quickly and in the end it was better for him to go peacefully rather than to let things fail on their own, causing unnecessary pain. Logically, you know that, but you never realize how big the hole will be until it stares you in the face. 

Hajime had tried to stay strong until the very end, if not for you then to make sure the last time your cat saw your faces they wouldn’t be scrunched up in upset. You saw the shatter of his walls the minute the vet let you know it was over though.

The small funeral you held for him in the backyard had left both of you snotty and puffy faced. It’s a beautiful grave, especially once the two of you were through planting the flowers and placing painted stones in a few extra spots. Loved and certainly not forgotten, your cat’s absence is felt now more than ever when you’re by yourself. 

His cat tree is still in the living room, still fuzziest where he liked to rub off on it, and a little green mouse is still under a side table, only visible if you walk past it the right way.

By the time your boyfriend comes home, you’ve been on the couch for about an hour. You pet the white blanket around you as if it could possibly come close to feeling like your cat's fur. It doesn’t.

“Too quiet?” Hajime’s voice guesses as he sheds his jacket. He knows what’s wrong without you having to say it. He feels the spaces left behind too.

“I still expect him to come around the corner to look at me with those big green eyes,” you sniffle, pushing the tears back. Grief is not easy. It bubbles up when you least expect it, yet the world doesn’t stop turning and it rarely gives you a breather. You both pushed through the work day though if it’s any consolation. 

“Me too sweetheart,” he says, walking into the room. He curls up next to you as he brings you close, a blanket of warmth that you're so familiar with. It almost feels unfair to be comforted like this, but the thought is pushed quickly aside when his fingers thread through your hair to massage small circles, a pleasant distraction from the ache in your chest and the soreness of eyes that’ve cried too many tears. 

You rub and pat and feel his back and shoulders, molding them like putty in simple reciprocation as if the whole of you is saying to each other “I’m here, you can feel me, I’m not going anywhere.”

It begins there. With little comforts like a text to tell him you’re home or the radio left on throughout the day so that when you walk through the front door you just might be able to sing to the song playing. With a weekly pruning and upkeep of the little grave whose flowers are just starting to bloom. 

The wound doesn’t necessarily heal, but it gets stitched up. The scar doesn’t fade but if you run your finger down it, you don’t wince like you used to.

Which is why, when there’s two little mismatched eyes peeking at you from the top of an old cat tree, months and months past since the last time it’s been used, you can’t help but feel a dull throb.

It wasn’t planned; most cats aren’t in your experience. Still, she is quite cute with her eyes that remind you of Sakura and an orange glossy coat. At first you were afraid to forget your first cat, but the longer you have her, the more differences you pick out between the two. She’s an addition, not a replacement, and you both agree wholeheartedly. 

“Yowch! She’s climbing up my back again,” your boyfriend whines from the kitchen. You can hear small mews signalling she's made her way to her perch.

“If you hadn’t taught her to do that and ride on your shoulder everywhere, you might not have scratches on your butt that I have to keep disinfecting,” you sigh exasperatedly back at him as you fold the laundry. 

“She likes to be tall!” he defends and you can see that, considering her favorite spot to jump up on is the top of the fridge. She fills her own spaces, just like your cat before did, and you can’t help but be grateful for that.

[ahollowgrave]

hi people can see your tags!! i know we like to talk about how 'safe' screaming in the tags feels and to an extent it is safe, indirect communication. but it is communication and the OP is very likely to see them. if its not something you'd say to them don't put it in the tags, maybe. (:

[attemptinghaikyuu]

He messes up.

When Sakusa tells Komori those sharp words he’s heard so many times before, directed at him-

Well he doesn’t think much of it. He doesn’t usually care too much when people tell him he’s weird. He has Komori to tell them they’re wrong or he ignores them when he’s alone.

Once he sees the heartbreak on his cousins face however, his insides freeze. Telling Komori those words regarding another failed romantic endeavor was the wrong thing. “Shit,” is what he thinks at his current situation.

He goes and tries to fix his mistake once he’s collected his thoughts.

He tells his cousin he’s sorry.

——

Komori won’t want to acknowledge it or him. He’s avoiding his cousin as well as he can. Komori isn’t one to ignore people, he likes to talk things through. But this wound is too fresh and is making him want solitude.

At least for a couple hours, he can’t stand his cousins face. He walks away and only says “not right now.” Saying Sakusa with a tiredness he can’t hide.

When he gives in and turns to face his relentless, determined cousin he only talks to him on the condition it’s not about what started his silence.

He can’t stand ignoring his family for more then those two or three hours. It’s too heavy a burden turning away from someone he knows he loves without any invisible wall stopping him. The only thing about Sakusa’s blip that won’t be fixed is Komori’s absolute refusal to discuss how he can’t seem to stop turning people down- whether he was the one to initiate or not.

It’s less about Sakusa saying he was weird and more about how he’s steadily found he thought that quietly. Hearing it aloud, after all those times of him almost thinking it .

He doesn’t understand himself. So how can he explain it to his cousin?

He wants romance. Yet he hates romantic gestures that dig down too far.

It takes long, liquid moments to understand. He’s after something unattainable. A relationship where he’s with someone who cares about him and keeps him company but doesn’t do any of the things that immediately put him off. He starts to wonder how he can simultaneously loathe and crave a deep loving commitment with someone.

Komori doesn’t let anyone know he’s feeling so bitter and misshaped on the days where he’s surrounded by people who give him blushing looks. He lives with these jagged pieces he doesn’t even understand and works hard on telling himself it’s okay.

Looking in the mirror and being okay that there’s not someone beside him. It’s probably the hardest thing he’s ever going to do, and he does it over and over.

He won’t feel like this forever… they’re the most important words he utters.

And he doesn’t. Giving up on the thought of a romantic relationship, on sex, and the intimacy he doesn’t really want is a rock he drops into the ocean one day. It just happens.

It sinks deep and far and he finds it’s a relief to see it go.

Komori will never stop craving people. His friends and family are there though. Regardless of there mistakes when talking about love and sex, he’s glad they are his people.

He’s glad he has such loving, committed relationships to so many people who care about him.

He’s glad he loves himself too.

He’s sad it took him so long to realize and he’s ecstatic when the day comes he can tell his cousin how he feels without it breaking his heart to admit it. That he’s aroace and that it’s okay to be that.

[ry0ubakura]

TKB? more like TBK

[z-ppy]

brad headcanoning

Brad's no liberal arts major, he will make that very clear. Paying money to read a novel and then getting drunk instead and showing up to class hungover and bullshitting your way through socratic discussion? No thank you, he'll pass.

But. Brad loves the Hero's Journey. He loves King Arthur (he avoids Shakespeare on principle for a reason he will not disclose).

He loves the idea of Fate. It falls so perfectly into his ideas about honor and duty and ~warrior's spirit~ AND it means he gets to do exactly as he's told. There is a script. He follows the script. His abilities and instinct are perfectly suited to the tasks at hand. It all slides into place so neatly and there's nothing messy like feelings or pain or heartache--

He's a knight on a quest with a code of chivalry. He is chaste. He is honorable. He is protected.

[casiavium]

links meet but it's just my 600 AUs of skyward sword

[swagging-back-to]

people wonder why artists are leaving the site in droves and abandoning their accounts meanwhile most FANDOM art barely gets 5 likes in two days. barely gets 2 reblogs in the span of half a year.

and im not even gonna TOUCH on what it's like for oc art (which gets no interaction. at all. ever. oops I just touched on it.)

why the fuck would people keep feeding ai companies when absolutely no one is supporting them? when absolutely no one cares about their art? when no one even spares it a second glance? why would tey go through the trouble of glazing and nightshading everything when it gets NO INTERACTION AT ALL. When it's going to rot in the tags buried under hundreds of other ignored pieces of art. when ai generated photos get dozens of reblogs and likes in the first hour.

you people wonder why artists are leaving? You. you are the reason.

[elboxitracio]

*manages to pirate one game* i am. A computer genius<3

[astralriver]

Btw its late af but tomorrow is gonna be exclusively fundraisers reblogged here

[nexus-nebulae]

i feel like half of my posts are just hidden from other people's dashes bc like 80% of what i post is just not seen by anyone

[sunnydayaoe]

[randomestfandoms]

…

[volfoss]

like hearing abt the monster design absolutely being the best in volfoss i was expecting rly bad gameplay and story. bc why else had it been lost to the sands of time if it wasnt good. and then i started playing it and now im hooked to trpgs and spend every minute of every day thinking about it

[thisismeracing]

I thought about something along these lines (what I did for my one month anniversary)