#one way to find out 💀

[5hark-byt3]

Callie this is why you lost your gas station privileges

[mistakes-have-been-made]

I watched rtc again recently and brain rot hit me hard w this one and I am once again making another studio investigrave au in my head as per usual

Will I ever make proper art or make nothing other than one post explaining it? Probably not, but will it infest my brain and plague me with visions for the next few weeks? Yeah

[r0tt1ngr4bb1t]

Drew myself in Liminal Space cuz yes 👍

[sidesteppostinghours]

pulps law is that whenever i get insane enough about something, i will inevitably attempt to make a persona 5 au, regardless of whether or not i am successful at it.

[blooky8]

one panic attack and breathing excercise later,,,,,,,,, i think i need to write some of my thoughts down before moving on

first of all, as i said in the notes earlier i honestly should've expected something like this to happen. even if the king sounded pathetic each time we fought him, i should've kept in mind how powerful he is and that he still froze a bunch of people in time and was going to do that with the whole country, no matter the reason. but the most important thing to recognize is probably the fact that perceived emotional weakness didn't mean that it would be possible to convince him, didn't mean that he wasn't cruel. it's not like anything could've been changed with my knowledge, i just feel silly for walking right into that with no suspicions. well, lesson learned, can't stop the king with words

second of all - the king was talking about something called wish craft, saying how he smells the sweet scent right before that, and claiming that sif's using this craft right after. i guess this is what it's actually about, huh? not time craft, but wish craft? while i still know nothing about it the only assumption i can make is the symbolic one - you know, wishing upon a star? jhhgfk

but could sif really wish for something that would cause the loop, or is it someone else's wishing's fault, or both? even if sif could, i doubt they'd be able to remember. i mean, they congratulated themselves on reaching the 20th loop at the 24th, and i don't even know if it's a bug or a feature💀

third of all - no matter how much i pretend like i'm unfazed i think i still need to address that. HOLY SHIT was i terrified for a second there. especially for those few seconds when i thought i actually WILL have to watch everyone get violently murdered, with no easy way to loop back in sight...... the moment i saw the unusually big-fonted laughter i knew i did something wrong......... it was almost a feeling of amusement with how much i did not expect any of this to happen, with how unbelievably cruel the scene had became in such a short time, the kind of terror that you don't believe at first because well there's no way, right?

but i guess this wish craft is really a thing sif can control, since thinking about looping very hard really did loop us back! i don't think this was like any other loop, it was definitely directly from a wish. the king said that he "wished" to be like this as well, does that mean he wields wish craft rather than time craft, or perhaps both?? lots to think about

also, funny how sif assumed that loop is going to be an ass about this:

right before this dialogue option popped up i thought "i know you told me all about how the king can't be trusted but don't you dare to go i-told-you-so at me right now, that would be The Bitch Move ever--"

.........aaaand they did it! cool🙂 "rude to them" how about RUDE TO ME

[obstinaterixatrix]

ok. setting up foxskull shrine to cope with my abject stupidity. though, considering this severely reduces my shelf space, I now need to find a place for all my books, so really I’m trading one act of idiocy for another

[voltttmeter]

the art style jump is crazy LMAO anyway this is tyler.. hes kennedys ex best friend. they stopped talking after ty started dating kens ex like almost immediately after they broke up

[narwhalandchill]

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Reading my fave thin man and lady fic. Kicking my feet a lot because tbh. Sometimes a sad man really is just a weird woman's science project in a way that is so homoerotic

[shalom-iamcominghome]

A very funny interaction happened when I was trying to shop for some things for shul where a guy walked past me and started saying, "g-d bless you, g-d's on YOUR side."

And I'm pretty sure it's only because of israel that he says this, but like... I don't know how to feel about it... like, thank you for the support but I guess it's just weird to be told g-d is on My Side

[rodjanikov]

Adult life is actually so lonely but most of y'all aren't ready for that conversation

[mad-hunts]

How many shots would it take for you to sleep with @twcfaces ?

at the time that barton was asking this question, both him and matilda were about to enjoy some popcorn as a snack — you know, because it's delicious — but after hearing the last word? he stopped what he was doing. and coincidentally enough, so did matilda because she was about to grab some popcorn. but she heard all about what he'd told as well as tried to do to barton. which was almost kill him.

but anyways (LOL), you could practically feel the judgment coming from the both of them even though they weren't saying a thing: the best way to describe the stare they were giving the anonymous person who asked the question is that it was kind of like the, 'really? right in front of my salad?' glare, except if they were just exasperated instead of angry.

a few beats of tense silence passed, then before barton turned to matilda and was about to speak to her. though, it seemed she had guessed what her father was about to say already and left the room. that way, he could 'deal' with this anonymous person. barton cleared his throat then and faked a smile towards them, ❝ ahh — you know, i really didn't want to have to do this, anon. but you've forced my hand now... and i was trying to quit too, ❞ an overexaggerated sigh left his lips as he pulled a cigarette out of a pack he pulled out of the most random place ever (in a compartment in the cabinets that were too high for him, which he'd put there on purpose so he couldn't reach them easily. though he was lying about quitting so don't feel bad about that anon JSJSJ LOL)

barton stepped out onto his porch then and lit it, looking a bit like this sullen cat as he appeared to have lost all of the will to live. but he was really just being overdramatic.

❝ alright, who sent this in, hmm?! are you purposely trying to make me throw up in my mouth a little? because if so, then you succeeded, ❞ barton rose his voice but not enough to be considered yelling after saying this. a shiver ran down his spine just thinking about it. i mean, it wasn't that harvey and two-face weren't attractive in a general sense, but he literally told barton that maybe jim should've 'finished the job' whenever his father was killed by killing HIM too, and he also tried to shoot him (though he did technically provoke him, that was besides the point in his mind)!!

❝ i honestly can't believe that someone would ask this. i mean, part of me actually can, but you know what i mean. i'm not attracted to him at all, so i'm afraid i would have to take like... however many shots i need to not just get drunk BUT black-out drunk. like, i wouldn't remember anything of what happened between us, kind of black-out drunk, ❞ an incredulous laugh left his mouth while he put down the bowl of popcorn he was carrying.

barton narrowed his eyes at the other in suspicion before doing the ' i'm watching you ' motion with his fingers. ❝ alright, so i can't pretend to know why you saw it fit to put me through the terrible ordeal that is imagining me being with them, but just so you know; once i find out who you are... because i WILL find out, i'd watch your back. if this is the man himself though? i've got a special thing for you, and it's this star. ❞

[miekasa]

mie im so sorry i just keep sending you stuff i swear this will be the last onw for awhile

nanami, the handsome, but moreover, respectable and good man of the town, the owner of the bakery in the capital. every mom in town is literally pushing their daughters into his presence, just hoping that he might notice them. he doesn’t, though, as his greatest love in his current life was baking and taking care of his ancestral family business.

nanami who returns from a neighboring country after a year long apprenticeship and god… he’s even more skilled but also even more handsome; broader, taller and somehow even more charismatic. the knights believe that the rigorous curriculum he endured makes him a perfect candidate for you. you are both acquainted, through the countless times you had visited his bakery to have a taste of his town-renowned pastries. they’re so full and smooth, so obviously crafted with love and care. it’s nothing surprising though, as he’s so pleasant himself, the gentle and fleeting touches between you two when you visit him in the silent and dark hours of the early morning, away from the eyes of the court, always make you unusually bashful.

you think nothing of it until a knight hands you a list of the most eligible men in the country and abroad; accomplished and noble men alike, but at the bottom of the list lies nanami’s name. you must admit, he’s quite dear to you, and he would make a fine consort.

— doc dad levi anon

Hehehe. First of all, I’m sorry you sent this in literally MONTHS ago, and I let it rot in my drafts. Finally stumbling upon it again, and I would like us to consider: it’s Satoru, your head knight and personal advisor, who pushes for Kento to be a candidate. Kento is well-loved, strong, determined, skilled, and most importantly in Satoru’s eyes, seems to care for you, and not just the throne you sit upon. 

Satoru also knows a thing or two about the elders of your cabinet, and when you give him a look when you see Kento’s name, Satoru does a terrible job of hiding his grin, “What, do you not approve?” 

You frown, “That’s not the matter, and you know it, Satoru. He doesn’t deserve to deal with the council’s disapproval if I were to pick him. He has a life of his own, one that I will not uproot for trivial reasons, nor for you to entertain yourself by upsetting the elders.”  

Satoru hums at your explanation, carefully taking the scroll from your hands and rolling it into his. He lets that smile creep back onto his lips when he eyes your furrowed brows, expertly flicking the end of the rolled paper in the middle of your forehead. 

“You ought to be greedier, my princess,” Satoru chuckles, “And have a little faith in me. I was left in charge of your list of bachelors, but those old idiots approved of every name—I didn’t even have to make a case for him—I’d say it’s a sign! He’s quite handsome, don’t you think? Other princes are boring and desperate, plus think of all the fine sweets he could teach the kitchen staff to make!” 

You should punish him for hitting you, but you can’t seem to care, only letting his words swarm your mind. So, you heed your advisor’s words, and luckily, Kento makes time for you, graciously allowing you to visit the following week, long before the bakery is to open for the day. You have to question him honestly, unable to drink the tea he’s brewed until you ask, “Did Satoru put you up to this? He can be protective and intimidating when he wants to be, but you needn’t fear if he’s threatened you. I’ll ensure you’re left alone, and I apologize on his behalf if he—” 

You pause, only because you believe this is the first time you’ve heard the baker laugh. It’s light, warm, steady, even. You know Kento to flash an earnest smile from time to time, an enamored one when he’s teaching Yuuji a new technique that he masters quickly, a gentle one when feeding the birds stale crumbs—but true, ringing laughter is new to you. 

“I was neither threatened, nor coerced, by Gojo,” Kento clarifies, reaching for a wooden jar of honey to his left, “He proposed the prospect to me a little over a year ago, and I informed him that I would be willing, so long as I had your mutual approval.” 

“A year ago?” 

Kento nods in confirmation, sweetening your tea to your liking before closing the jar, “He told me it would likely not come to this, but that your elders have been planning to arrange a contest for your hand, should you not choose a suitor within their preferred time frame.”

You nod slowly, grimacing slightly at the reminder—you know it’s only thanks to Satoru’s pestering, and quite frankly, frightening reputation, that they have not had you to take a husband by force. Still, it doesn’t explain why Satoru would be informing Kento of such sensitive information long before an official call for eligible bachelors. 

“He is the one who arranged my apprenticeship, and who provided for Yuuji in my absence, but I accepted both of my own volition. Just as I have accepted the honor to court you, if you’ll have me,” Kento finishes stirring your tea before placing it carefully in front of you. When he looks up, he can see the steam of the hot water dancing in front of your face, swaying slightly when he speaks, “And I am prepared to fight for you hand, and your freedom, if it comes to it.”

[ragnars-tooth]

One of my big compulsions is taking a fuck ton of screenshots Just In Case a piece of information is important in like 4 years and I can't remember it (sometimes the information is an instagram post that I might not remember later and of course needs to be recorded everywhere (I will Not be looking at that again)) so today is my transfer 16000 images off my phone admin day (woo)

Like yeah I never looked at any of them and they were completely irrelevant to my daily life, But what if I need them ✨️ later ✨️ (you'll see that the idea of Later is doing a lot of heavy lifting here) OR what if there's a vital piece of information in the mix somewhere that I'll lose forever if I delete them? So: onto the external hard drive they go

This is one of those cases where. Yeah. Ideally I wouldn't take 16000 screenshots in half a year. And YEAH ideally I'd just delete them and not transfer them somewhere else to never look at again. BUT at least I get a clean slate and I can maybe not mindlessly save everything for 2 seconds. It's like. Small wins? Progress. Yknow.

[hungergameshyperfixation]

Slight “musings” on an older nonspecific Haymitch relationship. Not proper fanfiction, more like scenario prompts. (“Edit”: IDK why I wrote it like this. This is basically like a oneshot…I just forgot the word ‘oneshot’ I guess LMAO) Kinda fluff…??? Idk???

(Also second edit: maybe I’ll explain a bit more in the comments or a reblog but I used They/them pronouns for the other character. I did this both a placeholder but also so that the gender was ambiguous. Idk, I know it seems wonky because I capitalized it sometimes and sometimes didn’t, bear with me. I had like a hard time finally posting this; it’s been “finished” in my drafts since July 💀)

They bring him a cup of warm coffee as he sits out on the porch. He’s staring out into the view from his house; the same house he’s had since he won the Hunger Games at sixteen. He’s seen it a million times, and he’s zoned out now. Haymitch looks over at his person, not making too much of an effort to smile their way; it wasn’t that kind of night. His health had been declining, naturally of course.

He takes the mug of coffee, acknowledging the act. He feels their hand travel to his shoulder, the touch light and familiar. Soon, his head is inched closer in Their direction; he doesn’t acknowledge it when he receives a gentle kiss on his head.

He didn’t like to be babied. But, he had known Them for decades now, and he’d rather be “babied” by them than by anyone else. He doesn’t grumble anymore, not too often at least. Sometimes, if he does it randomly enough, it’ll get a light laugh from Them. He still got that slight sense of pride and an ego boost whenever They laughed.

He looks back out to the shadow covered trees, taking that first sip of coffee…

As he tastes that familiar, comforting drug that was caffeine, they start to brush through his hair. Haymitch didn’t say anything; he still wasn’t sure if he liked it. He knew he didn’t hate it, and as cynical as he was, he didn’t want to ruin these kinds of domestic things for Them. His hair, now gray with the occasional flecks of its original color, was still thick despite the age. Thankfully though, before he can dwell on it too much, They stop. Their hands go to his shoulders, no words being exchanged still. Yet, it’s worked before and it works now. They lean down from behind Haymitch, gently pecking his cheek.

Alright, now they were going too far. His brows furrow and he shoots them a silent look, one they’ve apparently seen before because they just silently look back. Their hands on his shoulders, easing down lightly to ease all the typical aches Haymitch now feels. They lean back in to lightly brush their lips to his cheek again, and Haymitch lets them, brows still furrowed as he takes it in.

“Mm,” they lightly murmur, a tiny upturn of their lips as they glance back at his face. Their eyes held years of memories yet the fondness of novelty. Well, now he might as well give them a kiss back! He doesn’t act happy about it, but Haymitch does begrudgingly lean in to meet their lips for a brief moment. The peck was a little bit firmer than the previous kisses; this was the one Haymitch noticed himself dealing out a lot more with age. It was just easier, that’s what he told himself.

Haymitch watches as they walk back inside the house, presumably to make themselves a drink or to grab a proper jacket.

He liked when they sat to watch the sunset. The sun was already gone tonight, but the sky wasn’t dark enough where the bugs will get them. It was their routine to go in by the time the bugs get out.

[ichigosoju]

💭💗