#graduation in february.............

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

NeZha 2 International Trailer (哪吒2: 魔童闹海）

[yume-fanfare]

@koiroshiki THIS ONE HUNDRED TIMES FOREVER they're setting up ES to be oh so evil but somewhat trying to blur the pre established fact that the company is pretty much eichi's. i feel like graduation is one of the prime examples of this because (except koga) all the characters in it are quite linked to eichi. so it's indeed that vague oh nooo how could ES do this, when, as far as we know, there is that one guy whos pretty much the head of the company and could stop this, but no one ever mentions him.

and it's even more annoying knowing this happened AFTER atlantis. so theres the story where eichi messes with tori's student council election while keeping important things a secret from him Again, "you're not worthy something something" and when tori finally wins fair and square, there's the "oh no evil ES wants to close the school and quite possibly dismiss the student council!!!" story Again. and maybe they kept it ambiguous because it'd understandably be insane to have so many stories in a row where eichi messes with tori (with white brim and the ss arc also), because yeah that's some sort of psychological torture. except its. still exactly what happens. all of these happen in the same ~5 month timespan.

good lird

[iruludavare]

{ ooc. Ahem important vital announcement

My thesis passed

Guess who is a ✨️Dr of biomedical science✨️ now

[sungjinhos]

the fact that i have to finish a bachelor degree and still work on a fucking thesis in the same period is making me slightly crazy not gonna lie

[daunsun]

I guess this counts as my (eventual) revival lmao

hopefully this should help/put an end to my artblock for the last year or so

[girlpetrarca]

I'm probably not going to pass the exam, which is no big deal because I can retake it, it'll be laughing matter next year, mother will be angry with me, because if I fail it's only because I didn't try as hard as I could and I should always do my best, but I'm tired of worrying about her being angry because of a non-existing failure

[usadapekora]

[fata-carabina]

The concept of resume gaps is crazy to me. Are you telling me that I cant chose to take a year off if I want/have the means to, without becoming unemployable? Am I really supposed to work every single year of my adult life until im 80 or else i will be punished by the system? This doesnt sound like freedom of choice to me

[popcornkwantum]

It's time for the summary of ART once again!

Ignore august

[rythmicjea]

Shocked Kiss

A Riverdale microfiction based on the prompt "Being Shocked After a Kiss" by @unboundprompts

It looked like nothing had changed. The world continued to spin like something momentous in their lives didn't take place. La Bonne Nuit was still outfitted like its prohibition casino night was going to happen. Dust had yet to collect on the furniture. And her mind was on fire.

Veronica paced. Her heels clicked on the tile with each step. Words vomited all of her pent up emotion from the past few weeks. She questioned what else they didn't know and did it even matter to get the full truth?

"Did you know she never apologized?"

"Why is it always her being the comforted one?"

She rambled on about the authenticity, no - the legitimacy of their friendship.

Jughead sighed. His bones ached from all of the drama. He knew what he told Archie. But what do you say to the guy who has been your best friend since you were six and is now going off to war? "Who the fuck cares?" he breathed, thankful Veronica wasn't paying attention.

He watched her in her mini skirt, stilettos, and pearls. Always dressed. Always prepared. It was her armor. She never left the house without makeup or her hair done. In the three years they'd known each other he never even saw her in a pair of jeans. What did it matter in the end? Being prepared only got you so far and how could you possibly be prepared for your now-exes to turn on you?

She was dizzy. Her brain was a mess of thoughts. She wasn't a writer. Numbers were her specialty. There wasn't a way to quantify this. She ticked off every detail and thought like a data point. She tried to find the point where it all went wrong. She thought that if she could get everything out in the open her mind would go dark and she would be able to think clearly.

His hand was warm. His pull was strong. For as much as he chewed his bottom lip it was never chapped and she felt how pillowy they were. The vague memory of their kiss in the hot tub was nothing like this. That was hard and unyielding. This was tender. Compassionate.

The air around them stood still. Her mind frozen. He let out a little sigh. It was only a fraction of a second but the world felt normal again.

"I'm so sorry," he blurted, hand pressed to his lips as if he couldn't believe he'd done that. "I shouldn't have kissed you. Not now, not without asking, I--"

With glazed eyes, Veronica breathed, "Jughead." It was like she saw him, the real him, for the first time. With her mind short circuiting she wanted to blame it on the shock. The unexpected proclamation. She had to know. "Just… stop talking." Ironic as she dominated their visit with her never ending soliloquy.

Softly she took his cheeks her her hands and brought his lips back to hers and sighed at the relief that came.

[merryfortune]

a moment in time and space

Written for Femslash February 2025

Day 25. Myth

Title: a moment in time and space

Ship: Amelia/Sana

Fandom: hololive

Word Count: 1,653

Rating: T

Warning: None 

Tags: First Meetings, Crushes, Bittersweet

   “Ehh, so this is the end of time, huh?” Amelia marvelled at what she saw.

   And what she saw was a whole lot of nothing.

   It was just space. An infinite continuum of space. Of course, it was very pretty though. Space, in its truest and most unfiltered form, was beautiful. The dying stars twinkled, they dwimmered and glowed gently in colours across a spectrum of hot and cold, red and green, yellow and blue, and then white. All of them sequined in place to the vast expanse of the inky blue-black abyss. 

   Looking around, left and right and right and left, Amelia had a lot to think, a lot to joke about it but she couldn’t bring herself to laugh. It was too sad and lonely out here to laugh. Not to mention, there wasn’t any air out here either but she was doing fine, Amelia wasn’t a normal human being after all, so don’t worry about it.

   So let’s see…

   Doctor Who got it mostly right. And there would be a big party at the end, a huge goodbye. It was vast and lonely and yet beautiful at the same time, devoid of life, devoid of planets, merely the lingering remnants of dynasties past, both human and alien. 

   NASA would want photos but neither NASA nor Doctor Who had been around for quite some time. Heh. After all, this was the end of it all. The final stop until kaboom and then nothing wouldn’t even exist afterwards, when these last stars finally died and space ate itself and then… Who knows what will happen, a second Big Bang, maybe? Something else entirely?

   “Oh, hello, its rare to see someone out here.”

   Amelia startled and whipped around. She floated and she stared as her vision was engulfed by a titan.

   She was beautiful. She had massive, glistening eyes of a rich amber and long, lusucious locks of ashy-blonde hair. Her smile was sweet and innocent and all of her was impossible to take in at once. Amelia could only glance through her other features, her eyes darting up and down and around so she could get a snapshot of her pigtails, of her hands, her legs and her body.

   Everything about her was impossibly big.

   It was amazing. Marvellous, even. 

   “Ack, sorry, I’m being so rude right now- allow me, I’ll use my capacitator!”

   As if Amelia wasn’t the one, slack jawed and staring. Crazy.

   Amelia blinked and the titan was gone. Instead, now, she was accompanied by that very same goddess just in a relatively smaller size. Compared to Amelia, a tiny tot, she was still quite the giantess but nothing impossible like before.

   “You must be Amelia Watson,” she giggled, hands behind her back, fidgeting, “Kronii’s told me much about you.”

   Amelia’s eyes widened, “You know Kronii?” she exclaimed.

  “Yes, of course, she is my fellow councilwoman after all. I’m Sana, it’s nice to finally meet you, Amelia, I had a feeling I would. One day and, well, whilst there isn’t any “days” anymore, I’m glad that today is that day. I’ve been keeping track, you know. Keeps the mind sharp, staves off boredom.”

   Amelia listened, dumbfounded, to Sana’s rambling. She was so sweet-talking and lonely-sounding.

   “I hope we can become very close friends, Amelia Watson.” Sana bowed.

   Amelia smirked and she shined her nails on the flap of her jacket in some vain effort to seem cool and detached and mysterious, “My friends call me, Ame, you know.”

   “Then its good to meet you, Ame.” Sana replied and when she smiled, there were crinkles in the corners of her eyes. Tears, too, grateful tears.

   “So, uh, you just Sana? Like Madonna?” Amelia asked.

   “Huh? Oh, uh, no, I’m Tsukumo Sana, of the Council.” Sana clarified, startled so she blinked back her tears.

   “Good to meet you then, Tsukumo Sana of the Council. As you know, I’m Amelia Watson, of Myth.” Amelia preened, proud.

   It felt like only yesterday that was well and truly true. Probably was. Oh, the woes of being a time traveller. Thrown about through the time streams, skipping through portals or falling through them, more accurately.

   Had its benefits though.

   Like meeting lovely ladies like Tsukumo Sana.

   Sana must have felt the same. Her giddiness at having met someone new in the first in who knows how long was contagious. Amelia flashed her a smile and Sana clasped her hands together in ecstatic prayer and gratitude.

   “We simply must get to know one another,” Sana insisted, “please, tell me all about yourself, Ame, I’d love to know!”

   Amelia chuckled, “Well, I guess we have the time for such stories.”

   “The space, too.” Sana laughed.

   “So, it couldn’t hurt. After all, its not every day you meet a brilliant detective such as I.” Amelia bragged. “In fact, there was this one time I was a train when all of a sudden, a dalmatian sped past my carriage and you’ll never guess what was in its mouth, or who was chasing it. Starting an absolutely classic whodunnit murder in an impossible red room.”

   “Ooh, tell me more.” Sana replied, excited and fangirling.

   Sana released her hands from the clasp she had upon them - and instead stole Amelia’s. Sana was fun and playful and vivacious. That’s what Amelia’s keenly detected in the sparkle of her smile, the glimmer of her eyes, and the touch of her soft hands.

   Sana twirled Amelia through the stars in some kind of waltz. It was messy and out of step with no ballroom beneath them. Just the abyss. Amelia played along and she regaled many tall tales from her past. Sana listened in rapture, her heart pounded along to every twist and turn that Amelia mustered in speech.

   They went back and forth like this for quite some time. Dancing, telling stories, laughing and playing pretend at being horrified by the plot. For how long, however, Amelia wasn’t sure of the exact hour, minute, or second. She struggled to keep count, not even her genius brain could resist the oblivion that she was tiptoeing upon through with Sana and the stars. 

   After all, this was the place where time had ended after all but it felt like a long time. And its not that she was running out of stories, either, and nor had she begun to dig on the ones that surely Sana could tell as a titan of space but…

   There was something that began to plague Amelia as she had such fun with this new bosom companion of hers.

   “Hey… Sana…” Amelia mumbled after a din of not very much in their conversation.

   “Yes, Ame?” Sana brightly asked, blinking all but audibly.

   “Will the others find this place?” Amelia asked. “One day?”

   Sana hummed, “I hope so but its hard to say.”

   “Ah. I see. Makes sense. No plants and no water, no civilization, no one to die so no souls to harvest… It’d be hard for the othes to find this place, huh?” Amelia mused, she tried to hide her increasingly downcast expression beneath her fluffy blonde bangs but a note inside her voice betrayed her. Especially when an after-thought slipped hurtfully through her lips, “They mightn’t even want to come here.”

   “Is something the matter?” Sana asked, concerned. “Is there something wrong with this place?” Her voice twisted like an offended knife.

   “I… I probably can’t stay here, you know.” Amelia replied. “It’s highly unlikely that I will, actually, hic.”

   They stopped dancing. Abruptly. 

   Sana’s shoulders slumped and her fingers began to slip through Amelia’s which were interlocked. Her lower lip quivered, disappointed immeasurable began to pearl in the tears she was threatening to cry. Against her will. She was so happy, so grateful to have met Amelia, or anyone, for the first time in so, so long. She didn’t want to let go and yet, her involuntary loosening of her grip was apparent.

   “I’m a time traveller, you know.” Amelia began to clarify. “I can kind of control it but I kind of can’t either. I get that yearning to hit the road and I need to go back to a time and place where there are roads for me to hit, time for me to travel.”

   “I… I understand.” Sana forced herself to say.

   “Like, not right now. Not yet but eventually, I think it will happen.” Amelia felt bad so she put her foot in it some more. 

   “I said I understand.” Sana fiercely interjected.

   Amelia shrank in herself, “I’m glad. C’mon, I… I haven’t even told you about the time I met the Queen of England, yet.” She tried to brush it all off, to quell Sana’s quiet fury.

   Her imminent heartbreak over something that had yet to come to pass. 

   Sana chewed her bottom lip and stared deep into Amelia’s eyes with an emotion that Amelia could not fully articulate. It was sad, it was angry, it was Sana.

   Words that Sana need not speak dammed behind her mouth. Amelia could read her like an open book.

   How dare Amelia suggest that there was something wrong here. They had each other. Sana had been waiting for her, all this time, for the human who could live in the space where time had ended. 

   “Please, let’s enjoy ourselves a little more before, you know… that time.” Amelia suggested and she reaffirmed the companionship that she had.

   She tightened her grip on Sana’s hands. They were large and slender, elegant and soft. They dwarfed Amelia’s hands but it was now Amelia who anchored them both in this abyss.

   Sana let go of her breath in a hot exhale but her expression afterwards was refreshed. “Alright. Tell me more, Amelia, tell me everything.”

   “With pleasure.” Amelia replied.

   Sana smiled and for another moment in time and space, all was right with her little corner of the universe now that she had someone to share it with.

[thatsitso]

Eolio Ezrest 🌞

A very late birthday gift for my besto friendo @slow-slug

[mishkakagehishka]

I'm like if a living girl were a rotting corpse

[ksen-noodles]

I love being

So so so ill

In a moment where it's crucial to have so much focus and memory and be productive

[moonchild-in-blue]

I'm gonna be super real with you guys. I'm extremely sad and frustrated that I will be in London less than 2 weeks away from Exploring Birdsong's one (1) headliner show. Also in London 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

[king-wens-king]

i lost so hard