#but now??? now i wanna scream and cry

[natalias-pierogi]

i know exams are around the corner when people showing oopsie pregnancies/babies of their pets on tik tok and i have to close the app and stare at a wall for a minute

[yuwuta]

yuuji who canonically does care for hoodies but wears them anyway untik he gets a gf and she loves hoodies so she’s always stealing & wearing his which he doesn’t mind, in fact it kinda turns him on a bit, like yeah he admires you and thinks it’s cute and ur beautiful in his clothes but something abt it also gets him hard and he lovesss fucking you in his hoodie walk with me

i’m walking with you…. i am….. and honestly don’t put it past him to be all over you the second he catches you in his hoodie, and by all over you i mean all over you. you hardly get the word “hello,” in when you greet him because yuuji’s got your face in his hands and his lips on your lips, and very shortly after, your body over his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom. 

it’s a haste of very enthusiastic and messy kisses, yuuji clumsily stripping himself of his own clothing, and you attempting to follow suit when he stops you, catching your wrists in his hands and telling you, “no—no, just… keep it on,” and you don’t have time to protest or process his words because he’s back to kissing you, and forcing you even further back into the mattress and shoving. the only way he could possibly express what he’s feeling right now is pure possession and it’s honestly a little striking to him—he’s never felt such a strong need to have you and claim you as his but something about you in his stupid hoodie is doing it to him and even tho he can’t get the words out he doesn’t have to, it’s awfully evident by the way he fucks you. it’s not fast but it’s hard and deep and you feel so full of him and he can barely keep his head up, forehead falling to the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into your skin for another point of contact

he’s so torn between wanting to look down at you while he’s fucking you in his hoodie and the sight being too overwhelming for him. it’s an inconsistent oscillation of him breaking into your neck and biting and lifting his head to reveal blown out pupils and a dopey little grin, pushing all the way inside you and stuttering for a moment before cupping your cheeks between his palms and just looking at you. you’re writing a bit, itching for him to move and drunk on feeling so full of him and it makes yuuji chuckle just a little, leaning down to press his forehead against yours and kiss you so deeply it has you pawing mindlessly at his shoulders, his waist, anything to get a hold of him. and one isn’t enough, he does it again, and again until you’re whining at him to move again and that pulls another laugh out of him, “sorry baby, i gotchu,” he raises his head, pushing the flyaways out of your face and kissing your forehead before resuming to fuck you within an inch of your life again

[thefrsers]

#BATHENA HONEYMOON CRUISE IS A GO #EVERYONE REJOICED

[nomidreams]

"never forget you're my favorite" needs more love and appreciation, it's my (personal) favorite of perc'ahlia quotes, I think about it on daily basis, I love it with my whole soul, I love how it's a part of percy saying sorry, and in other hand I love how it's casually dropped, like "it's lady vex'ahlia..." is great but I can't get enough of "never forget you're my favorite"

[stressed24seven]

sketches I’ve never posted (until now)

[bitterseaproduction]

Angsty Bilbo dying Bagginshield art giving me another story idea~ 😂😭💕

But no, seriously? A play on the popular time travel fix-it, but one where Bilbo dies protecting Thorin during the Battle of Five Armies? And Thorin is inconsolable, I can’t even. And he might pull himself together long enough to stabilize Erebor, but there is No Way he can be a good ruler in his grief, so he has to pass it on. (I was going to say to Dain just to twist that knife a little harder, but actually there are reasons hinted below on why Fíli & Kíli must have lived.) And Thorin just… he wanders, probably. A shell of himself for the rest of his days.

And yet, when he inevitably passes away, he awakens on the road to the Shire. And he’s younger. And he’s so confused, quickly suspecting he must be dead and this is nothing like what he was taught to expect. But then his instant impulse to check Bag End has him walking in on that same meeting from so many years ago, his Company intact, the wizard smiling at him, introducing him to… to…

Bilbo. His Bilbo. The sight of him makes Thorin want to weep and hold him and never let go again, but he is instantly terrified to do anything, because is this a dream? Will he wake? What happens if he says something new, will ‘this’ be ruined somehow? He doesn’t want that, doesn’t want to change anything, save for the end. The very end.

But, even as he strives to mimic himself, he knows something is wrong. He’s off-script from the start purely due to his shock, but he tries to recover, get back on track, and within words, he’s managed it. The discussion is righting itself, and no one there could possibly know the difference, right?

And yet, Bilbo stares at him. From the instant Thorin walked in, Bilbo was staring, looking lost. As he had before, that first time, but it wasn’t the same. Bilbo had been confused then as well, but it had been a light, anxious uncertainty then. This time? He was frowning, his expression tense.

His eyes haunted.

Because Bilbo has also lived that night before. Just once as far as that night was concerned, but it was familiar to him. So familiar. That first night had haunted him for decades, to the very end of his long, long life, when he thought he might know rest, and perhaps — if he was truly as lucky as some once claimed — he might get to see his friends again. See Thorin again.

Instead he had slept, drifted away, and awoken to a battle about to start.

And he had questioned it, had stumbled that first time, but he adjusted. He tried to save Thorin. To save them all.

And he failed. Again.

Then, when he finally slept for the first time afterwards, he awoke to the battle starting again.

And again.

And he tried, over and over, day after the same horrid day to find a way to get through. And sometimes Thorin lived. Sometimes the princes did. Sometimes, new people died. The wrong people.

Once, in his darkest moments, he thought that perhaps someone was trying to teach him humility, teach him to accept fate as it was and not try to fight it, not change anything. And so he went through the motions as well as he could remember them after all those years, following them to the letter, save for when he sobbed all the harder when it was done.

He sobbed again, the relief bone-deep, when he awoke again the next day, the battle still awaiting him.

He lost count of his attempts, and no one could rightly vouch for his state of mind when he finally resorted to the one thing he had refused to try: Not since that fourth (or fifth?) time, when he managed to be there for the fight and threw himself in Azog’s way, but Thorin pulled him out of the way, and screamed at him with such outrage and fear and despair in the few beats he bought by pushing Azog over, that Bilbo never attempted it again.

Until that final day. And that time, Bilbo didn’t give Thorin a chance to stop him.

And it broke a heart Bilbo thought long since shattered to hear Thorin scream, to feel him pick him up and hold him close and hear his voice like that. But the words faded soon enough, and he couldn’t feel anything, nothing except for regret and acceptance, because this was different. He felt it. This time, he would not awaken again, and that was fine. He had saved his king, kept all of his dwarves safe that last time. If that was to be the last, then that was all he could ask for. It was alright. He could sleep.

Then he woke up.

Not outside Erebor, but inside a hole. His hole. Bag End.

He walked outside, stood in the sun, and watched a wizard walk up the road to his door.

He did not understand.

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[fabiolajyx]

[andrastes-cheeks]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN AO3 IS DOWN, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO BEFORE BED???

[anambermusicbox]

Excerpt from 2024 人物 interview, found here:

For example, [while redoing the album] Qian Lei "forced" him to write a song. Qian Lei thought, this new album was extremely significant to him, so there should be a song Zhou Shen wrote himself. What's more, others have criticized him for not being able to compose. But Qian Lei knows he can---and quite well too. "It's not possible someone with strong emotions and a sensitive heart to not be able to write a good melody, it's completely not possible." Usually, Zhou Shen will hum out a melody and record it with his phone---sound engineer Xu Wei has listened to them and thought the melody lines were really good, and could absolutely be straightened out into an original song. But Zhou Shen always felt it wasn't good enough, and even said, to compose beside such a skilled composer like Lei-ge, it would be like an elementary schooler insisting on reciting their composition in front of a doctorate holder---so imprudent. His friends all know his personality---for a "master in self-deprication," being unduly humble was a daily occurrence. His old friend of ten years, lyricist 沃特艾文儿 said: "Not just composing---when I first met him, he even thought his singing was bad. It was so upsetting to me. I'm very relieved that he at least recognizes his singing ability now." Qian Lei has also listened to Zhou Shen's compositions before, and told him, isn't this pretty good? Zhou Shen said, don't mess with me. Qian Lei said, I'm serious, I'm not joking, it's quite good. Zhou Shen said, bye bye. Qian Lei said, bye bye yourself. Thus, when working on the new album, he would use every means possible to force him to write a song. One moment he would "hold a hammer behind him and get him to hurry up and write," the next moment he would set his mind at ease, saying "you don't have to overthink it, gradually the more you write the easier it will be. I'm here, so don't worry." This song was written at Qian Lei's home---once the first step of writing was taken, the rest went smoothly. Musically, Zhou Shen already had things in mind, and a few hours later, the main melody was basically set. Zhou Shen also participated a lot in writing the lyrics. He really liked the line "I can catch the flowers floating in the wind; I don't care whether I fall into the galaxy or into the mud." But "no matter how I sang it, it felt a little off, like it was missing something." He hummed it and hummed it, and out of nowhere added a soft, low, even a little "rude", "嘿，少管我," and "suddenly it came to life." Before, Zhou Shen had always wanted to write a song called "少管我." In his earlier years, he had randomly used these words in replies to fans, and in an interview where he talked about how his fans were never satisfied no matter what he changed his profile picture to, he ended up jokingly shouting "少管我, " and it then went viral. After that, Zhou Shen thought, as a singer, if one day I could turn "少管我" into a song, how interesting would that be. These past few years, he found a lot of people to compose its melody, but he always felt the melodies weren't quite what he wanted. The album that was cancelled also had a song in it named "少管我," but he still felt it wasn't quite right. Until now, it came to him like a "gift" from above. The first impression many people get from these three words is more or less rigid, sharp, harsh, stubborn, and capricious. But to Zhou Shen, a rebellious attitude is easy but truly knowing yourself is a long journey. "It's not necessarily about rebelling against the whole world, but you have to clearly know what version of yourself you want to be, and only then can you become yourself."

The day of the interview at an art park in Tongzhou, Beijing, the sky darkened a little. Zhou Shen took out his cell phone and played the unmixed recording of "少管我." The melody was light, "like travelling, very free." He shook his head to beat, and listened to the song he had listened to countless times one more time. "When I was writing this song and its lyrics, I didn't have "少管我" in mind, but in the end it became the "少管我" that I wanted." Moments like these, sparks flying, you think, "that’s right"---that's the biggest joy in making an album.

[sarumint]

pop!

[alvojake]

it's safe to say im losing my mind pretty promptly.... I have been watching edits and clips of this all DAMN DAY 🤧😮‍💨

this man is so fucking fine and HIS ARMS??????? I JUST WANNA BITE. LIKE GEMME A NIBBLE. PLEASE. I BEG.

[inklore]

just finished bridgerton

[ritzy-biscuit]

I know Palia is still fresh and the bugs are slowly getting fixed, but I'm losing so many arrows b/c the deer keep glitching out of the way 😭😭 and the materials used to make the stronger arrows take forever to craft b/c it's irl time 😭😭😭

[gregoftom]

i’m speechless

[druidberries]

hi i’m sick so no posts for a few days 💔