#i have no motivation lmaooo

[bwunnishit]

Fr, I got so much math hw I gotta do, its not even funny The strong urge I have to drop out of college is insane guys <33 Hope you all are doing well thooo <3

[ryoun]

i think this scene right here is a ✨masterpiece✨ how they crafted this certain scene perfectly. they don't have to be cheesy. she simply keeps talking and too distracted with her goal to convince him, not noticing that simple yet very thoughtful gesture he's already doing for her. not to mention, highlighting the scene where he slipped the slippers on her. yes, i'm obsessing over this very simple action, caught me head over heels, because it's so sincere and crucial, especially in the development of their rough first meeting.

brewing love ▸ episode 2

[renirae]

FABLEHAVEN MOVIE IS REAL??? oh my god that is my FAVOURITE book series. please god I hope it ends up being good <3

(I'm keeping my expectations very low of course lmao, I've been burned wayyy too many times by bad movie adaptations. but honestly I'll just be happy if it brings more people into reading the book series!!

other than one or two things (*cough cough the horrific disaster of Brackendra cough cough*) it's such a SEVERELY underrated series and one of the only childhood favourites of mine that has actually held up enough that I enjoy rereading it to this day!!!) (also hands-down the best inclusion of indigenous peoples into worldbuilding that I've ever seen, which is really cool!!)

[chimerahyperfix]

Being frozen in time definitely does something to you. Physically it cages you. Mentally it throws you into the longest dream you could ever have. It's not comfortable-- far from it in fact-- but you've grown to look forwards to it, when you loose. It's better than being mashed to dark paste at least.

You're frozen right now, in fact. Waiting in silence for time to loop back. Stuck with your thoughts and a vauge feeling of a dream. The house is around you and you're moving through it. Empty rooms and endless hallways, curling and twisting in ways that make them feel alive despite the lack of any living thing that isn't you. No sad monsters, no frozen bodies, no dark stains. There doesn't seem to be an exit.

The dreams you have when frozen seem to correlate to how you're doing emotionally. Most of them have been lost to time, like most things in your life now. Dreams, wounds, emotional bonds; everything is turning back with you, and that’s started to do something to you, because now you can predict the actions of those around you with quite a bit of accuracy. You can recall little bits of things, but the further back you go is just static. There was a bunch of dumb things that you can’t piece back together anymore, there were times with those you love, there was endless rage flowing through your very being, and there was this. The desperation. The empty halls of the very House you’ve worked so hard to protect.

You want out.

You've kept count of how many times you've been frozen. How many times you've died. How many loops. 61 is the counter and it's far, far too many times to relive the same day over again. You grew tired of the monotony by the tenth go around. Twenty five felt like a stab wound. Forty, like you were being split in two. Big 6-0 felt like drowning. You don't feel real anymore.

But that's fine! You can still see the good in this, if you stretch your imagination like taffy, as far as it'll go. It's better to be just you, just one person, than everyone else! You can live with the weight of the country on your shoulders for a bit longer, if only to keep it off of Euphrasie's. You’re doing this for her! For everyone. You can do it for a bit longer. You just need to find the King’s weakness, or something. Make a more powerful potion, or scrap together the materials to make a second craft bomb, or, or something! You’ll find it soon enough. You’re smart! You can do this!

You have to.

You turn down the hallway. Find yourself on an entirely different floor. Just as much of a ghost town. Just ice and cold and tiredness, your breath forming clouds in the air. That’s fine. This is just a dream or something, anyway. You’ll wake back up at your desk any time, with the looming vials of all sorts of toxic stuff you keep drinking that you crabbing neglected to put away because you didn’t think time would crabbing loop, because realistically, WHY would you assume that would happen? Preposterous! Ignore the burning feeling in your throat and the smell of sugar and push on. Wait for it to start all over again.

Because it has to be you, doesn’t it? You wished for this, or something. You don’t remember. It was a long time ago. It has to be you, because only you have the power. It HAS to be you, because who else would it be? Euphie? She’s already got enough on her hands. Mirabelle? You’d rather die. It’s better you do this than the ones you love.

It has to be you.

it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be

It's sucks, having to be the one to do it. Your limit was a long time ago.

You can't do this forever.

[nasubibibi]

Sanji 🚬

[kaufmo-is-alive]

Welp it’s no better time than ever to see Zoobles and Pomnis first impressions of each other since, also I’m very happy to the love birds back together :)

[a-storytellers-wish]

A snippet of the story draft I'm currently working on. Just some kingdom lore that's pretty similar with the canon movie.

There's also a small tease about the villain couple here too so- yeee

[theonlyturtleinexistence]

Girlfriends 💕

[locallygrowndaikon]

you should totally put Beefy and Co in Minecraft.

i should…..

[datura-tea]

so. sofia and shaun's story is the tragedy of a mother forced to contemplate the death of a son who she barely knows, who in her mind is still a baby, will always be a baby, even though he died an old man. father - shaun - is a son she never got to see grow up, never got to know. finding him was all she wanted to do, and when she did... she was heartbroken. he was her child. he came from her. but he's not the child he could've should've would've been, had she raised him. and before she can come to terms with all of that, he's dead, dead by illness, and dead by her - the minutemen general's - metaphorical hand. all of those months, looking for him, killing for him, and for what? there's nothing to show for. nothing to hold but the vague shape of shaun's potential.

[decaf-mother]

I had a dream about Peter Maximoff last night. I dreamt I gave him a heart shaped rock and the conversation went like this.

"This reminded me of you."

"... Because I'm useless too-?"

"What?!? No! It's shaped like a heart! I think you're great and-"

"I was just fuckin' with ya."

"I hate you."

"This rock says otherwise."

"Next time I'll be throwing the rock at you."

[ratkingcorpse]

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[painfully-unoriginal]

if ur mainly a digital artist i recommend getting a little sketchbook and some pens/markers whatever (anything non-erasable) and just going crazy doodling whatever u want. its very freeing & low-stress imo and helped my artblock

Oh i have plenty of art supplies. Just no time or energy lmao

[wasabipig]

i cant keep up with ppl. ik there's new ptn content coming but i dont feel excited at all. not their fault since i've been like this for 2 weeks now. i just can't feel anything

[kalashtars]

need professors to stop modifying and giving weird due date permutations. my professor was like 'oh yeah i wont actual LOOK at your essays until 9 am tomorrow so if you dont turn it in at midnight exactly, it's fine, just turn it in by 9' which is a very nice gesture but Sir You Have Absolutely Fucked Me