I HATE autobuses.
My bus didn't come so I lost my train.
I had waited 20 minutes under the midday sun for it and got a start of a heatstroke.
After I realized it wouldn't come I had to walk 40 minutes under the sun, which where I live gets even hotter in the afternoon, losing the first train.
I had to wait an hour for the next train, luckily the train station has shade, unluckily I already charged up on heat so I couldn't even stand.
I didn't sleep last night because I was working on the project for my exam of today, this added with the sunstroke made it so that when the second train came I didn't go inside because, even tho it was at the right time on the right track, it "looked weird".
I now have to wait ANOTHER hour for the next train.
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quiiiiiiiick updateeeee
More like a liberating rant (about myself mostly), deleting this lateeeer
I was going mad abt my AU timelines and stuff while I tried to fit them on tumblr (but I didn't think too clearly about them in my stories yet so it was all a mess of dates and events and stuff) and after almost two anxious/panic attack I decided WHO CARES THIS IS MY SELF INDULGENT BLOG I DON'T NEED TO CREATE A STRUCTURATED LORE AND TIMELINE FOR A SELF INDULGENT HC/FAN SETTING/AU OR WATHEVER IT IS I'M GOING TO DRAW MY BLORBOS AS KIDS AS TEENS AS LATE TEENS AS YOUNG ADULTS AS ADULTS AND EVEN AS ELDER IF I WANT WITHOUT NEEDING TO GIVE ANYONE AN EXPLANATION OR HAVING TO FIT THEM THROUGHT ALL MY TIMELINES IN A PERFECT ORDER COMPARED TO THE GAMES OR WATHEVER OHHH MY DRAGON GODS I'm sorry I am not used to internet posting yet and my anxious was getting worse ;-;
I also edited my "HC/AU general information" post too about the timelines with a more general info and I think I'm feeling better uwu
ALSO just let you know that if sometimes I shut down the comment section it's nothing personal, it's just because I need some time to cool off from socials and I don't want to interact with ppl while still maybe posting silly stuff (you can still reblog and like my post if you feel to! just be patient with me if you see comments as a blocked option for a while! I am just a funny little dragon who roams Tumblr as their safe space but... yknow, social anxiety sometimes gets stronger)
In the end I am still reworking a bit some of my Koopalings designs and it will take some time but yknow what, I can also do studies while posting, I don't have to have the "perfect design for my version yet" also because I think that my stile will change overtime. I also don't have to be consistent abt my HC/AU and stuff?? Not all the time?? I mean I'm not working for a TV series or a comic at the moment lel. So yeah let's chill and most of all have fun drawing things I love and want to share in my silly little blog!!
(I'm saying this mostly to myself aloud to convince myself I can chill on my own blog ;v; sometimes it's important to say yourself good things, too!)
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Unpopular haikyuu opinions bc I’m stoney baloney
Under the cat bc iON WANNA HEAR IT-
*also disclaimer pls don’t take any of these seriously or to heart bc like. My fruity ass ain’t worth being offended or mad at, believe me 🥲💅🏼
1.) no shot Karasuno should’ve won against Shiratorizawa. No way. It took them TWO TRIES to beat Aoba Johsai, a team who NEVER BEAT SHIRATORIZAWA??? Nah dawg. No shot
2.) FOLLOWING UP WITH INARIZAKI?? AGAIN??? SEE ABOVE???
3.) Oikawa isn’t evil. Like. No, hes pettyand cocky but he’s been in the game so long he’s bound to get obsessive- got nothing to do with being mean bro, y’all just don’t like competition
4.) this one is gonna get me jumped but listen. ….bokutoisinfantizedsometimesinthefandomimsORRYIKNOWOKAY I DONT MEAN HARM I LOVE HIM TOO-
5.) kiyoomi, right? Not really a germaphobe, just kinda icked by people, which like. Same. NO SHADE TO PEOPLE who write him like that tho, like I get it. this is COMIN from someone who writes fanfictions to BITE HIM LIKE BE SO FR
6.) a lot of the ✨mean boys✨ were loved by their teammates and weren’t completely heartless and aloof, their ways of showing it was just different. Looking aT YOU KITA SHINSUKE I SEE THROUHJ YOUR ASS-
7.) I was 1012% rooting for nekoma in the land v air, I just wanted to see them win, like. That’s my team that’s my RIDE OR DIE OKAY, ROOTING FOR LIFE BRO VEN MORE THAN INARIZAKI- it’s caused far too many disagreements in my friend group dawg like lEAVE ME BE-
8.) Suna isnt Like… mean mean. He’s just a tiktok emo boy who instigates because ITS SO EASY BRO HAVE YOU SEEN THE TWINS LIKE??? But I’ve seen so many TikTok’s where he’s this like. Bad boy™️ like idk man. I think he’s just bad at everything. Maybe I ruined him for me bc i made him like, a booger picker LMAOOOO-
9.) straight up, okay. This one is going to make a lot of people mad, so don’t read it. Straight up. Bc I don’t want to hear it.
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Terushima is just a dumb teenager he doesn’t know how to get rejected and it shows bUT HES NOT A PREDATOR HES JUST DUMB-
Neither is denki but yaLL AINT READY FOR THAT CONVERSATION-
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return to pierresteban
“I beat you,” Pierre says and the words fall hard from his mouth, like pebbles dropping into the smooth surface of a pond. The ripples go out in a circle, each their own tiny wave of energy, of life. They lap against the shore, uneven. The grass waves, gentle. He’s fighting, against Esteban, against time, against nothing. He’s not trying to be mean about it, maybe, or maybe he is. He did. He shouldn’t have. He did.
“And how many DNFs did you have?” Esteban doesn’t ask it as a question, not really. It isn’t a question. He knows the answer. It was one. He says it in that kind of flippant way where it’s true, too true not to feel like a knife, but not important enough to twist it. He knows how it went, for him, for Esteban. They can blame the car. They can blame each other.
Pierre doesn’t bother to answer. Esteban doesn’t bother to look at him. The lung virus, the mechanical issues, the crash with Pierre, with the wall, in the first lap, whatever. The season is over. It doesn’t matter anymore. Esteban is four points behind Pierre in the standings, the only four points that matter in the history books. Esteban will remember every race. He will remember the way his stomach heaved and his vision blurred. He will remember Pierre, stupid and shiny, the flick of his tongue. He already remembers Pierre, tiny and bright and angry. He didn’t miss him. He doesn’t.
“Right,” Esteban says, quiet. He’s not being mean. There’s no point to it right now, though the urge wells up inside of him, sharp at the thought. He can feel Pierre’s gaze on his cheek, his neck, slipping away, the heat of it. It was a good season, wasn’t it. The car wasn’t great, but they scored points. They both got podiums. Esteban got sick, Esteban got tired. He broke up with his girlfriend or his girlfriend broke up with him. He and Pierre aren’t friends. They couldn’t be.
“Right.” Esteban’s eyes snap to him like magnets. Pierre looks skinny, wrung out, scruffy. Handsome, maybe, if that were a word Esteban could use. Ready for the offseason. Esteban is ready to see his family, for Mick to come visit, to sink into the couch and watch stupid movies and not think about how the end is nearer than the start. There’s no end to Pierre. Esteban only half-remembers the start.
A banging noise in the distance breaks the silence. “See you after the break,” Pierre says. It shouldn’t be an offering. It should taste like ash in Esteban’s mouth, like pondwater, like scum. Esteban imagines he can hear the hum of the lights.
“See you,” he says, instead of opening his mouth wide and saying something he shouldn’t, tight and frustrated and tired. Pierre turns away. Pierre’s right. He won. Esteban thinks they’re getting too old for this. His knees have started hurting when he climbs out of the car, not stopping for hours. He’s getting too old, if all he’s going to do is lose, make excuses. Pierre quirks an eyebrow. Esteban shakes his head. One more year, he thinks. One more year.
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