#i think i need a vacation

[blood-orange-juice]

Everyone is wrong on the internet today.

[queerofthedagger]

got less than two hours of sleep (thank you insomnia), expected to start work at my client's workplace (20min commute) then got a last-minute text to come to his house instead (1.5 hours commute) which meant i had to rush like woah to only be half an hour late (hate hate hate rushing in the mornings), lost the piercing ball of my septum and now have to sit in a dark silent room making sure he keeps breathing cause he had another episode. without me falling asleep. happy new year what a fucking start

[grilledsquids]

yesterday i felt the sun warming up my face for the first time in months and some song from un verano sin ti came on and if the feeling that overcame me in that moment had not occurred during my morning drive to work (while i was running late) i would have stopped everything to write five more chapters of Sky Full of Stars right then and there FUCK

[lavenderstratosphere]

I had a disturbing dream last night...

(tw animal harm and distressing mental illness description under cut)

A bit of background before we get into it, I work at an animal shelter. I think this may be a sign that my job is stressing me out too much...

In the dream, the animal shelter I work at was only an animal shelter in name.

In truth, it housed men, most of whom were under the impression that they were dogs. Not in a furry or sexual-play way either, but genuinely believing that they were canines and acting the part.

I work at the front desk. I was the only employee left. It was after dark and I was locking the front doors when the power went out. I waited for the power to start back up. What felt like 10 minutes later and there was nothing, no sign of electricity.

And I realized I would have to go check the circuit breaker. Which was located past the kennels.

The kennels of the shelter irl are made of concrete and chainlink to avoid fights and properly give the dogs their own little rooms.

The kennel in this nightmare was a giant room filled with wire crates that formed a maze, and each one contained a naked man, ranging in age from late teens to 60's.

I took my flashlight and started to navigate the maze. The streetlights were flickering outside, so they only helped a little and did nothing to assuage my anxiety as I walked. I tried so hard, so damn hard not to look at the crates. But the men would leap at the doors, barking like enraged dogs, and trying to claw their way through to me. At one point, I walked past one that held a young man around my age who was sitting against the wall, hugging his knees. He looked up at me with huge eyes and smiled in a way that shouldn't have been considered unfriendly, but something in his eyes--it felt like malice--made me look away.

As I got nearer to the circuit breaker, I passed by one crate that had a man on all fours inside and something underneath him caught my eye: Tied around this man's waist was a leash and attached to the other end of the leash was a live Yorkie, trembling and emaciated.

"They did this..." I inhaled sharply when the man spoke in a pleading voice. "They did this to my dog... Please..."

What else could I do but speedwalk away.

And as I left him behind, he started yelling for me to come back. It was accompanied by sharp snapping of bones and screaming from the Yorkie. I couldn't see what was happening and I didn't want to.

Right as I shined my flashlight on the circuit breaker, I woke up.

[midydoof]

Yonko in need of a break. Just for 2 minutes. Then it's back to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

[zuzu-draws]

Trolling aside, i think there is some great importance as to why Gege chose this specific manner of panelling for the Yuji-Sukuna confrontation in JJK 264. We can't help but think that Gege's trying to show us some sort of a parallel between Gojo and Sukuna in this situation.

In JJK, there's this interesting notion of one's decision to go "North" or "South" as explained by Nanami during Gojo's death Flashback:

And we all know, that chapter of Gojo's death is titled as "Go South", which highly implies that Gojo chose to stay as who he was, as opposed to starting as something completely anew.

Now the interesting point in the Yuuji-Sukuna confrontation is that apparently...

....the destination for the supposed train within Yuuji's domain...is "North".

Which means that Yuuji's taking Sukuna towards the North.......

They're heading towards the North.....do you guys understand what that means?? For BOTH of them??? Q C Q

[wigglebox]

Beach fun! 🏖️☀️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I started reading Dungeon Meshi last week, became instantly charmed and captivated, and blitzed through the entire manga in 4 days (and changed my profile picture about it). With that in mind, I would just like to say...

I love your dungeon meshi art so so much

CHILCHUCK!!!!!!!!

Thank you kindly! I love Dungeon Meshi a lot, so I'm happy to see so many people get into it for the first time.

CHILCHUCK!!!

[natalieleif]

I know Jack and Maddie's relationship in canon is probably MEANT to be seen--depending on the episode--as a pretty bog-standard, 2000s-era "idiot big dad and exasperated, smart wife who puts up with him" trope.

BUT

my personal favorite interpretation is that BOTH are equally genius engineers who are also equally on the autistic spectrum, with a specific hyperfixation on ghosts and mad science.

The main difference is that Maddie has siblings and female social expectations, so she had to learn how to mask in ways that are seen as sociable and polite and attractive and "smart." When she does bumble major social cues (such as not recognizing Vlad's flirting until Danny points it out decades later, or humiliating her kids by showing up in a hazmat suit at school), it feels more "socially acceptable" from her.

She genuinely loves Jack because he could not care less about her being Feminine or Socially Acceptable. He just wants to shout with her about ghosts! So the nanosecond she's around him she can yank the mask off and go chasing spirits with a toaster turned into a machine gun.

[federaliszt]

recovering whumpees with:

a black eye and accompanying bruise that covers nearly half their face.

a split lip that keeps reopening and is impossible to keep bandaged.

a lacerated eyebrow, drawing attention to the wound with every slight change of facial expression.

a distinctive limp that has gotten so bad that co-workers or family members have started to tease them for it, because they don't know the true source of the original injury.

a chronic flinch when someone near them moves into their space unexpectedly or too quickly.

deep purple bruises on their back, from being hit repeatedly with the same blunt object on the same spot.

choke-marks and fingerprint shaped bruises around their neck that they try to hide under a scarf or high-neck sweater.

a broken bone that can't be kept in a sling or cast, which they unconsciously cradle when they think no one is watching them.

dizzy spells that rise up and cloud their vision because they still can't bring themself to eat normal meals after what happened.

nightmares of being trapped in the moment where everything went so horribly wrong, and daydreams of going back to that moment and being the perpetrator instead of the victim.

[saetoru]

al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.

he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.

he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.

he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.

“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.

he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.

“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”

“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.

and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.

he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.

“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”

[kacievvbbbb]

While I think Garp would be soley responsible for Mihawk’s hair falling out in clumps if they spent any amount of time together

I do think garp and Zoro would get on splendidly. As they are after all the same flavor of person.

any attempt to put all three of them in the same room will give Mihawk ulcers.

Mihawk would comment on their stupidity

Garp would respond “ain’t got to be smart to be a marine” and zoro would raise his glass in salute “ here, here”

And Mihawk’s blood pressure would reach levels previously inaccessible by man.

[temeyes]

tsukki is airport dad-coded, and you can't change my mind

[here-comes-the-moose]

So I was making myself a sandwich and I had a random thought that wouldn’t leave me alone (shocking I know), so I must ask:

How many times do we think Echo has had the Mom Experience™️ of being in the bathroom when one or more of your kids (the other members of the Bad Batch) show up and start having a full-blown conversation with you from the other side of the door?

[momotonescreaming]

What if Buck is the first person Tommy has given a house key to. Like, Buck has Maddie and Eddie, has given keys to them freely because he trusts them. But Tommy hasn't had anyone like that until Buck

[my-beloved-lakes]

Had a dream last night that Eliot was sitting in a hospital bed with some bandages and stuff on and said "maybe we provide too much leverage." In a grouchy and sarcastic voice.