#my brain isn't braining today

[elysiumarchieve]

How do you think scara would be with a s/o thats always tired? Like always just on the brink of falling asleep

(Bonus: reader falling asleep on his shoulder)

honestly mood😭

scaramouche with a tired gn! s/o

warning: fluff! you're hella sleepy but honestly same, no proofread i'm so sorry😭

✧ first of all, scaramouche has no idea how exactly you managed to stay alive like this

✧ whenever he sees you, you're either yawning or about to fall asleep standing, something that was rather... odd about you (he genuinely wonders how you can fall asleep standing)

✧ being his s/o however, he keeps an extra eye on you and especially the way you constantly seem to be about to sleep wherever and whenever you can - one time he caught you lean against a wall and he couldn't even count to ten and you were already fast asleep

✧ while he first believes that it doesn't matter to him, he has found this trait of yours rather troublesome. while he doesn't happen to be the most talkactive in all of teyvat (unlike a certain mondstadter he once met), he almost couldn't believe his eyes when he turned around and all of his explanations had been for nothing because you were sleeping

✧ he even caught you once because your legs gave out and you almost fell forward right into the icy snow (and sometimes he regrets he didn't just keep you falling)

✧ one time he even saw fatui soldiers standing around in confusion and when he ordered them to leave, he just found you sleeping near the training camp in the tent, your head still resting on your fist from hoe you presumably were watching the soldiers train

✧ scaramouche allowed this three times to be exact. three times of you falling asleep while he was talking or trying to do something while you were nearby. the fourth time this almost happened, he decided he had enough

✧ from now on, he wanted you to stay close to him at all times. you were losing dignity falling asleep like this most of the time and it was embarrassing

✧ he might give you tiny shocks to keep you aware and the sadistic side of him cheers when your eyes snap back open in sheer bewilderment and you turn to him, only to see a giant shit eating grin spread across his face

✧ at night, he doesn't think it's too much of a problem. it's late so falling asleep is okay now, right?

✧ or so he thought until your head fell onto his shoulders and you were already way to asleep to notice him nudge your side with his elbow

✧ the first time it happened, he'd definitely push off your shoulder and leave. how could you be so relaxed around him? unbelievable

✧ but then it happened again, and again, and again... and again. and he was actually starting to lose his temper, seeing how you'd snuggle up to his side at night and how quickly you fell asleep. from then on, it took your head less than a minute to swing to the side and land gently on his shoulder

✧ and although he pushed you off every time, you'd just continue doing it, every night - maybe it was your way of trying to cuddle him, the way you wanted to be close to him at night

✧ scaramouche didn't exactly dislike it. he did, don't misunderstand, but that he's the person you're leaning your head on? it kind of caused his chest to feel warm and fuzzy and for a moment he thought he had become incredibly sick

✧ however, he'd try and help you get a proper sleep schedule regardless. what if you fell asleep and someone takes that opportunity to harm you? he doesn't really want to think about it, but the more he sees you becoming careless and falling asleep in places like trees, he sees it as necessary

✧ you better thank him for putting so much work into you, that's what he says when he tries to talk to you about it, only to be met with a shrug

✧ "i only sleep that well because i know you're around."

✧ again, there was that weird feeling that made him sick to his stomach. only when he is around? how laughable, you should hear yourself

✧ in the end, even though he hates how you go about your day with one yawn following another, he decides in the end to let it be

✧ however, he often asked you in the comfort of your four walls to sit down next to him so he can make sure 'you're actually asleep and not pretending so you can work' - it was literally the worst excuse for him to have you sit next to him and fall asleep right there so he can test the genuineness of your words

✧ he also won't push your head off his shoulders anymore,, congrats!

[thekrawunkel]

Digital circus voice: "In tOdAys AdvEntuRe, our short king gets to experience Adams' only braincell!!!"

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

[international-repeater-station]

hobbies include: sketching phos (particularly not having a great time). yeah this is just a sketch dump pretty much!.

the last 3 were done while listening to the most phos-core song ive ever heard: Low – More (discovered thanks to @punpuncake) (no seriously, google the lyrics. mind-blowingly accurate. angst.mp3.)

aaand a bonus sketch from an aggie.io session with friends – blindingly white next to the previous pics, so im putting it under the cut:

[thisautistic]

so the thing about xiaobao's bones hurting more on rainy and cold days is TRUE. in chinese traditional medicine (which i am by no means an expert in so excuse any mistakes please) the four states must be in balance. (cold/warm, wet/dry).

the thing about arthritis being worse on cold and damp days is true but it has more to do with barometric pressure than anything else. if the pressure is low (which it often is on colder/rainy days) arthritis (or any joint, osteo pain) can be worse.

people often think of joint/arthritis pain as 'achy' and that is true. on the good days. on the bad days (which often have to do with the barometric pressure) my whole body feels like it's on fire. the pain is sharp and stabbing. It won't kill me. but it makes life much harder than it needs to be

[rhapsoddity]

💗💥CUTGUY BE UPON YE!💥💗

[DDVAU by @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi ]

[kindahoping4forever]

Nostalgia For A Time That Never Existed in Washington DC - 26 May 2024

[marcelineuntitled]

silly little drawing of these two :))

[2030kamenriders]

Uh. So I see a post going around about why you shouldn't rely on ChatGPT for school stuff. And on the one hand, I agree that you should never rely on ChatGPT for maths. But on the other hand, I think there are times when "just use a darn calculator" is not enough.

Hence why I want to introduce a non-AI website/app I used a lot to help me in highschool maths class: Desmos.

You know how, in middle school to highschool, you learn about functions? Equations with multiple variables, where changing one variable will change the other? And then you can make lines on a grid with them? Desmos is specifically for stuff like that!

It's also helpful for trigonometry (sines, cosines, and tangents).

I typed in a few basic functions in the screenshots above. However, if you mess around with the different numbers in the functions, you can get an idea of how that changes things. And if you're more of a visual learner than a listen-to-lectures type, it can be an amazing learning tool. Highly recommend it.

[lavenoon]

TFW your curious human partner wants to watch you eat but you're maybe not quite ready to have them witness it, so you tease them out of it

@naffeclipse I looked at all the angst buildup from chapter 17 and just decided to ignore it to instead deliver post-canon fluff <3

[dailyloweffortpace]

Day 20: aaauughfgsgxgvnnfgjnd

[somebluemelodies]

SURPRISE MFS in honor of one whole year since the spiderbit wedding, here's a little something to celebrate the gay cubitos of all time <3 also known as: spiderbit renewing their vows and being so stupidly in love with each other this is a really fucking long one i'm sorry (not sorry)

They walk until they find a flower forest, and it's three in the morning when the words are said. Repeated.

Neither of them have been able to sleep well the last several weeks, with the tumultuous amount of back to back to back situations, feeling stripped of almost all the control they felt they had before.

(And heaven forbid they don't have their eyes on each other for more than a few hours. What if something happens again? What if the other gets ripped from them, right from arms reach, all over again?)

(What then?)

The amount of times they leave each other in a day can be counted on one hand, and at night they're pressed together as close as humanly possible, warm and paranoid all the same.

Everything has gone to hell, it feels like. Everything except them, at least. And it truly is a reminder that maybe Roier was right once upon a time, saying it was them against the world.

So it's all gone to hell, but they have each other. And because they have each other, and have had each other for so long now, they walk and walk until they find a flower forest.

(And because they can't sleep, but that's besides the point.)

(It's the closest they can get to a year ago.)

They walk through the flower forest until they find a clearing, standing themselves in the middle of it.

Cellbit is the one to break the quiet that had befallen them, gently taking Roier's hands into his. His voice is soft. "Guapito?"

"¿Sí?"

"Would you like to get married again?"

A smile etches its way onto the spider-hybrid's face immediately, and he's nodding after a couple seconds. "I thought you'd never ask, gatinho."

The investigator smiles, too, feeling lighter than he has in months. Wordlessly, he slides the puzzle piece ring off his husband's finger, slipping the spider ring off his own to press it carefully into Roier's palm.

It's just them, there, and neither of them remember much of the formalities and spiels of words that came with from Father Peta the first time around.

(They were too focused on each other.)

But they both remember at least one thing as clear as day. And, temporarily pocketing his ring, Cellbit takes Roier's hands again, and speaks the words that came to him as easy as breathing. That still do.

"Você foi a primeira pessoa que eu vi quando eu cheguei nessa ilha. No meio de todo aquele caos, você foi o primeiro que apareceu no vidro, e desde que eu vi esse seu sorriso--" he lets go of one of his hands, raising his own to cup the spider-hybrid's face, stroking his cheek adoringly-- "eu sabia que eu nunca mais ia esquecer dele.

Quando eu mais precisei de alguém, quando eu estava completamente sozinho, você apareceu." Somehow, it almost felt even more true than it did back then. Roier, who always somehow knew when to show up when he needed it, who always knew whether he needed to talk or needed a distraction. Roier, who not only loved him through his lowest and most gruesome moments, but was willing to stoop to the same exact level as him.

(Was it unhealthy? Maybe. But Cellbit gave up on maintaining healthy habits months ago. There's no time or patience for that, anymore.

And Roier understands that. Roier understands him.)

He watches his partner lean into his touch, dark eyes closing as he soaks in the words with a small smile. "Eu quero que você saiba que enquanto eu estiver aqui--" Cellbit moves his other hand, to carefully cradle Roier's face in both-- "você nunca vai estar sozinho.”

(He'd gotten a little rocky on that promise, but he came back. And he'll keep coming back, no matter what. Nothing will keep them apart anymore.)

(Roier knows that, too. Because Cellbit has left, but Cellbit always comes back. Time and time again. The one person who hasn't truly left him yet, and the one person it seems he could never truly get rid of even if he wanted to. A scarily beautiful thing.)

Eyes open, Roier lets a few moments pass before gently pulling his husband's hands off his face, holding them in both of his own against his chest. The look the cat-hybrid is giving him makes him want to melt into a puddle on the forest floor, and he hopes that the other is feeling even half as warm and fuzzy as he is.

(Cellbit most certainly is, resisting the urge to pull him closer and kiss him senseless.)

Roier sighs, squeezing Cellbit's hands. "Yo no tengo nada preparado para decirte, pero te lo diré desde el corazón. Eres una de las personas en las que más confio. Eres la persona en las que más confio."

(That had certainly become far more true with time. Cellbit understands him. And when he doesn't, he tries until he does.)

(With Cellbit, Roier doesn't need to worry about feeling seen or heard. He can just be.)

"Te amo." It's his turn to reach out, delicately pushing back some of his partner's hair before stroking along his cheekbone. He hears the telltale rumbly beginnings of a purr from the cat-hybrid, and feels the oh-so-familiar light coil of a tail around his leg. "Te amo con todo mi corazón.

Y, estaré siempre a tu lado, para cualquer cosa que necesites."

(He's proven that, time and time again. Between being willing to go war against the Federation with him and being so incredibly willing to murder worker after worker until their message is clear and everything else in between.)

Cellbit pulls the spider ring back out of his pocket, smiling amusedly when Roier immediately holds his left hand out. "Do you accept me as your life partner?"

"Sí, sí, acepto. I think it's obvious, no?"

The investigator laughs, and, with a gentle meticulousness that makes the spider-hybrid weak in the knees, he slides the ring back on, holding his hand in both of his and raising it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the top. "May not even death do us part."

Roier is momentarily surprised, but his smile brightens in a heartbeat, feeling like he could burst. He grabs the white puzzle piece ring from his sweatshirt. "And do you accept me as your life partner?"

"Aceito. Sempre."

He grabs the white puzzle piece ring, sliding it back onto his husband's own left hand and mimicking the kiss. "Then may not even death do us part.

Is this the part where we kiss, now?" he asks after a beat, making Cellbit laugh even more. He starts to laugh himself at the contagious sound.

When they calm down several seconds later, Cellbit cups Roier's face once more, warmth reigniting in the latter's veins at the fond smile on his husband's face, the brightness in his eyes that goes far beyond their piercing color. "Well, it is now."

"Perfecto. I was getting impatient."

One hand immediately holds the back of Cellbit's head, the other resting against his cheek as he pulls the cat-hybrid closer, slamming their lips together.

Cellbit melts into it instantly, moving one arm to wrap around Roier's neck and draw him even closer still.

(It's a miracle they can even get closer to each other.)

They only pull apart when their lungs demand oxygen, foreheads falling forward to press together as they catch their breath. But even then, only a few seconds pass before they're reconnected in another kiss.

But this one is softer, far more gentle. Roier cards his hand through Cellbit's hair, and Cellbit holds him tighter even still.

Their noses brush when they pull away. "Obrigado, guapito," the investigator murmurs.

"Ya, mi amor," his husband chastises fondly. "No thanking me." Roier tilts Cellbit's head down, kissing his forehead. "Eu te amo, gatinho."

Cellbit smiles, turning his head to kiss Roier's palm and nuzzle into it. "Te amo, guapito."

He lets the spider-hybrid pull him into a tight embrace, no more space left between them. A loud purr reverberates from his chest, and he lets his tail coil back around his husband's leg, effectively keeping them in place for a while.

The Federation could take and take and take, but there's one thing they'll never be able to take, no matter how hard they try.

(You can't take soulmates.)

No one should find them out here, giving them all the time in the world. But should anyone try to mess with them, they'll learn the hard way.

(Never again.)

[amelia-yap]

happy new yearrr

[grandpappys-chinstrap]

John Kramer never wanted Mark Hoffman as a convert. Mark is and was always meant to be a tool for John to use. Since Mark's game of Russian roulette that did not require a true "offering," such as murder or pain which for John was an manifistation of the individuals will to live, Mark's identity as a convert is at best loosely based upon John's need for physical strength and more hands to create the great gears of his games. This distinct difference in Mark's game and therefor conversion story and apprenticeship creates a deep divide between his role and the role of both Amanda Young and Lawrence Gordon.

In this essay...

[oifaaa]

I'm not gonna lie I've been pondering for the last 30 minutes or so on what a good animated Robin movie would look like and Im kinda coming up blank I'm even getting stumped on which Robin the movie would focus on and outside of that what story should be the main focus

[accidentallyatekneecaps]

Everyone at pk thinks saiki is chronically ill (which is true but he deny it cause he thinks he can't be since he's almost a God)

They first thought this when he passed out during the sports festival but most of his friends kinda thought so before since he's always been so stoic and barely left the house.

This is me projecting but I think it's also in character

But saiki hates when people try to be soft on him for thinking he's just an fragile ill kid, he doesn't say anything but he just sits there feeling really mad because of it