#and then die

[automaticmercy]

I have tht can’t-stop-drawing-Megatronitis disease again

[stiltonbasket]

I see your post answering about 'til the end of the moon au. I read that .... And I want to see more of it!!! Aaaaaaaa. It could be a cute story or an angst story. I dont know if it fortunate that i never see the drama so it wont fill my head with the possible plot or unfortunate because i cant imagine it to quench my curiosity

I haven't seen TTEOTM either; all I know is that the heroine (Ye Xiwu) travels back in time to defeat a demon king(?) and eventually falls in love with him.

I just thought it would be interesting to see an A-Yuan who a) lost several sets of guardians by the age of 16, including Lan Wangji, b) actually believes that Wei Wuxian was responsible for this, and c) stumbles into a "kill the resurrected YLLZ" plot that was supposed to kill him, as the only remaining witness who could conceivably know something about how Lan Wangji was murdered.

A-Yuan would like to escape and get word to the Cloud Recesses ASAP, but this strangely comforting and familiar Xian-gege is going to plant him in the soil today and take him shopping for vegetables tomorrow, so perhaps he'll wait for another day...

[intheorangebedroom]

My love @dreamymyrrh just VIOLENTLY attacked me with this as I was already on survival mode, smothered under a heap of work.

Orange besties. ORANGE BESTIES OMFGGGG!!!

See this 👆🏻?

Well this is exaclty what I had in mind for PTMY Frankie when I wrote, in the epilogue, "He washed his hair with your shampoo to carry the scent of you; he kept it long because you asked him to."

That's him after a couple of months living with Gabrielle, with luscious albeit unmanageable curls, cap not even fitting right on his head anymore, calling from the door while you're still in the bathroom and he's about to leave "Alright, I'm getting a haircut TODAY, that's it, I'm done, you can't change my mind!!" and trying to storm out of the house before you dash into the living-room with a towel wrapped around you, and those goddamn wide puppy-eyes he can't resist, pleading "Oh no! no no no no no, Frankie baby pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaase just a little more, pleeeeaaaaaaase" because he knows he's already lost this battle.

Now if y'all don't mind, I'm gonna cry in a corner of my office, thank you.

[c4tth3w]

boston bruins you will implode in 5 seconds

[wxndswept]

Ok I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something, I gotta turn it around

[endlayer]

going out of town for a few days and im really scared honestly. i have to be up early but i can't sleep

[anonbinaryweirdo]

nvm i just got another notification and it WASN'T from yui I'm not drawing shit

[astral-from-afar]

Tobari is true. Why bring child ninjas into this, especially in a life or death situation

[hawkeabelas]

you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe

[vamptits]

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

[shadovvheart]

i will... draw for fun... the things that..... bring me joy ...

[teaboot]

Okay so I'm a security guard, right

And part of why I like my job is cause I'm pretty good at deescalating conflicts without violence or police involvement

And that *might* be because my primary coping mechanism for stress is humor, and if the guy in the uniform isn't stressed out, usually nobody else is either

But anyhow today I witnessed a crime, which 911 had already been called for

And I'm telling the guy, you know, as he's running away, that nobody's gonna touch him, we don't do that here, I don't have any weapons and he can totally walk on out if he wants to

And he gives me this 'go-fuck-yourself" type answer, right? As you do

And I fucking

I fucking. Start danCING

I DONT KNOW WHY

I WAS JUST LIKE "aight guess I'll go fuck myself then, cheerio" AND START FUCKING DANCING

LIKE MY BRAIN WAS LIKE "Cool not being attacked, gotta keep the witnessed calm, gotta stay chill and breezy" AND THE PHYSICAL RESPONSE FOR THAT WAS TO SYART DOING THIS SASSY FUCKING JIG

I DIDNT EVEN REALIZR I WAS FDOUNG IT UNTIL SOMEONE POIU TED IT OUT AFTER

and it all ended fine and the dude is in custody and I get a call from my boss like "Yeah we're gonna need to send footage to police"

AND

FUCKING

THIS IS GOING TO BE SHOWN IN COURT SOMEWHERE

IM DOUNG A SRUPID LITTLE DANCE ON CAMERA AS THIS GUY LOSES HIS MIND AND ITS GONNA BE ON COURT SOMEWHERW

THIS IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING THING IVE WVER DONE

I HATE MYSELFD

[curiosity-killed]

There are truly very few forces in the world as strong as the inertia of staying up way too late doing fuckall

[ricemilk413]

"It's too late, its always too late"

Crowley starts off his confession already terrified, already most of the way to mourning, but his voice really starts to go to pieces when he says “and we’ve spent our entire existence pretending we aren’t. Well, these last few years, not really.” And you can just see it sinking in — after all these years of pretending, this is all we get? These few years of half-admitting, half-having? Never saying it was love?

I think that’s why he can’t get through “and I would like to spend — ”. Whatever time we have left together. Really together. Before it all comes apart. He’s just realizing that after all this time, he won’t get to.

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.