#slam doors shut

[mochiwrites]

i hate my mother.

[wandering-tides]

Look at the Piggybank

Look at the Piggybank!

It's shaped like Raon!!!

....this must mean Hong and Ohn's piggbanks are cat shaped with their respective colors, right?

-thinks back to the Top Whips Test on the Wind Island where only the kids piggybanks were left-

...That scene is so much more devastating now

[skeletoninthemelonland]

woman

[rebouks]

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Tristen: You should’ve taken your clothes off. Matilda: I still might… … [cicadas chirping] Tristen: You’re not allergic to mold, are you? Matilda: I wouldn’t care If I was. … Tristen: We shouldn’t have waited so long, Mat-.. I don’t know what I was thinking. Matilda: Maybe we should stop thinking… [Tristen nodded slightly; she was right, they’d done more than enough thinking] Tristen: That’s-.. romantic, actually.

[takami-takami]

Learning about domesticated bird mating habits. How they get hormonal if you let them nest and they start wanting babies, so you have to remove cozy spaces from their enclosure when they're in mated pairs.

You already know where my mind is going.

Keigo being hesitant about moving in together, let alone sharing a room. With you. He doesn't think he could stand it. He'd convince himself it's a good idea after copious amounts of logical leaps. Surely he has enough self control... He's a man, not a fucking animal, surely he can keep—

When Keigo opens his bedroom door to find you rearranging the furniture, pushing your shared bed against the corner right by the window, adorned by new bedsheets in your favorite color. He turns tail right then, waltzing right back into the living room to take some deep breaths.

You're so cute. You're so adorable, primping a little nest for the two of you. You're so fuckable I mean breedable I mean please don't make him pull out I mean FUCK. He can't even look at you.

Sorry. The thought of Keigo seeing a nest and burrowing in the pillows and popping a half chub and whining about wanting babies like he's fucking ovulating or something makes me unwell I'm fucking SORRY, OKAY!?

[vulturereyy]

@cupcakeshakesnake I am going through supreme art block right now but I can't get this out of my head. Anyway I'm sure Lurien is super duper normal about this.

[harpoonsnotspoons]

Fucking freak...

[bookwyrminspiration]

as of about 10 minutes ago, my cat has learned how to open cabinet doors. but she's not very good at it and has immediately decided to make that everyone's problem

[crystaloregarden]

I am not going to make rent this month. Mid-November I was laid off early from my main source of income while I attempted to work at another office, and then said office dumped me on my ass for another, "better" new hire, screwing me over and leaving me with only my second (now only) job, a grocery store position that only gives me 30 hours a week and doesn't pay enough even if I WERE to work full time.

I've been scrambling to find another second job to replace my main income, but to be frank, no one is hiring. I've put in at LEAST 30 applications in the past week and a half, only three of them have reached out for interviews, and ALL THREE of them fucking ghosted me after the interview. No rejection notice, no call, just radio silence. I don't know what I'm going to do. At this point I'm filling out every single job application I can see out of sheer desperation that one out of a hundred of them will even bother to respond to me.

Until then, I'm asking for help to keep a roof under my head until someone hires me and I can work two jobs again. Please donate anything you can IF you can because there's no hope in sight for me until someone fucking hires me and the stress of it is making me sick.

[crehador]

post-canon samaichi, once they move in together their wardrobes become so grossly intermingled that neither of them go a day without wearing something that belongs to the other. samatoki often goes out in ichiro's hoodies, ichiro sometimes borrows samatoki's boots. samatoki wears some of ichiro's rings every now and then, and ichiro with his repierced ears can always borrow whatever he wants from samatoki's collection

so it's only a matter of time before they start going out with each other's mics, not caring which one they grab on their way out the door. soon enough samatoki with ichiro's speakers and ichiro with samatoki's big fucking coffin become common sights around yokohama

(and imagine if the special abilities are tied to the mic and not the rapper. imagine you're some petty criminal who's spent weeks hyping yourself up, mentally preparing yourself to face samatoki's counter blow, only for samatoki to send you blasting off like team rocket with ichiro's critical blow)

[kyunniebuns]

OUT!!! OUT I TELL YOU!!! BAD DOCTOR!! BAD DOCTOR ZAYNE!!! YOU'RE NO LONGER MY HUBBY!!! I BARELY GOT YOUR DRUNKEN INTIMACY!!!! BAD HUBBY!!! BAD BAD BADDD!!!

[reckonner]

ending things on good terms is actually incredibly hard cause how are you supposed to fully accept that something is over if the door is still a liiittle tiny bit cracked open

[chartreuxcatz]

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

i can’t imagine how violating having your work fed into ai felt and the more I’ve thought about it today the more it disturbs me. you’ve put so much wonderful stuff into this fandom and it should be treated with respect.

🫂 if you want them. i’m truly sorry that happened.

Honestly I went through a lot of emotions, and I think in the moment I was mostly in shock because... they came in with like... excitement? A "hey! :D I really love what you make so I wanted to make you something with your ship! I used AI to make it!" kind of a moment and I just stared at the messages as they kept going

The only reason why I didn't purge my stuff back then was the fact that the longer they went on, the more they started to double down without me even saying a word (or them even knowing I had seen the messages), because they could see for themselves how messed up it was. And they concluded something like "so maybe this could be used as a kind of a prompt". Which was a relatively easy footing for me as well when I eventually did type back, because... I genuinely didn't get ill intention vibes from the person, and they were self-aware enough to see how it must've felt like without me having to explain it

But still. Like the one question in my mind was "if you like it so much, then why are you doing this to it?"

I know that some people are very insecure about their English skills (which is also why they sometimes comment in their native language instead of English; and I've thought about replying in my own), or creative abilities in general, which... like that I DO GET. That I understand. I've been there. I am still there. That's what learning new skills and developing them feels like. But... I don't mind the typos or incorrect grammar or structural issues or whatever, just don't... bastardize my writing.

Because it's like... I knit a shirt. You take the shirt and say you like it a lot. You start pulling the threads apart and stick it into a sewing machine to make a franken shirt, and hand it back with "it's better now! I used a machine to fix it!" Which will inevitably make me feel like whatever time and effort I put into my craft, the development of the shirt (or story) and the pattern (the characters) actually isn't good. And if you want a sweater that's made of plastic "yarn" and can barely survive two turns in a washing machine, you can go buy one. Go ahead, I can't exactly stop you, but plastic shirts (no matter how fluffy) won't keep you warm like real wool.

yeah... that was not a good day

But thanks for the hugs, they're very much appreciated

[vimbry-moved]

posting about how the neighbour's kid isn't as annoying as he used to be hours before he throws an obnoxious house party

[planetsallalign]

I woke up at 4am with a migraine that felt like an ice pick was being jammed from one temple through the other. I stumbled my way downstairs and downed a couple ibuprofen and some water then went and laid back down. Unfortunately this migraine decided it was going to be one of those that the pain gets so intense you throw up. And I threw up the only pain relief medicine that was in the house. After throwing up the pain wasn’t as blinding, but Maeve decided if I was up she should be eating. So after 2.5 hours of her in my face purring/licking/digging at the blankets and me pushing her off the bed I gave up. Got up and fed them and then remembered Walmart opens at 6am. Threw clothes on, luckily the sun isn’t out today because the migraine was still killing me. Grabbed some excederin migraine and a bunch of other random things. Now I’m back home straight into bed. I should have made coffee but I don’t have it in me at the moment. I did buy myself a treat for later. Can’t wait to have this once everything is nice and cold in the fridge.