#so so SO stressed this morning

[agenderhyde]

trying to tell myself it doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to be done

[buggachat]

does anyone else form their headcanons of marinette and adrien largely on the basis of "they have to be opposite each other"? like, creation and destruction, yin and yang, etc. like Marinette being late all the time and sleeping through her alarms? so she's probably a deep sleeper? So that means, by the laws of my lovesquare headcanons according to my brain, Adrien has to be a light sleeper. Marinette is a chaotic creative person and I can imagine her just having so much STUFF all around and living in organized chaos. so therefore Adrien likes his spaces neat and clear. (also something something creation and clutter vs destruction and emptiness) you know??? ???? ? adrien and marinette headcanons just cant be independent of each other in my brain. they are always intrinsically linked

[boringwomanwithabook]

more weird ass angles from your least favorite girl

[buttercupshands]

I started drawing this next day after I finished Act 6

13 or so days and it's finished!

Main things are traditional and Loop's body was edited digitally after

Unedited it looks like this

I've been torn on how to do Loop's body for the entirety of lining, also

A bit sad the main lines are visible only as a wip, most of this thing is literally just a ton of sharp lines

I think it's also my first day of drawing, Loop is just a sketch here (feat. my leg)

I even finished the beans before it so they were a moral support, because if you let me things like this take a year

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good Morning, World.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[bluehandprint]

Misha answering my question about how he wants the confession to be approached in the potential revival

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin in the Mountains video.

[mintjeru]

rough day?

open for better quality | no reposts

[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head but being young, broke college students with Levi in modern Japan.

It has been difficult. I mean you tried to do your hobbies, watch some movies, cook, anything just to get your mind off the stress. But, ugh the stress just can't go away. You just did all of your favourite things with a heavy stone of stress balancing on your head.

And Levi sees it all. He knows you're stressed out. He knows you're doing everything you could think of to destress. But it is obvious that you're not making an progress.

Your head is spinning as you read the same paragraph for the 15th time. You are seeing words but not getting the meaning of it. You tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling as you fight back your tears of frustration. You take several deep breaths.

Levi looms over you. Your eyes lock. His eyes are shadowed by his face and hair but you could still see the beautiful blueish silver that gleams despite the shadow. You give him a sad smile. He closes the space and kisses your forehead. "Let's go out." He breathes onto your skin.

You sign, "I can't, Levi, I have to finish 2 more chapters today. I need to pass this test." You tilt your chin up and is greeted by his lips on yours.

"I'll take care of you, you don't even have to finish college." Levi kisses you again. You giggle. You know he means it. And he knows you are too stubborn to give up. You stare at each other for a moment. You study his face. He's looking at you with all the patience and love you have ever received in your life. He lifts his left eyebrow. You know you couldn't turn him down anymore.

"Ok, let's go out." You nod, and slam the book shut. "Can we get ice cream from the convenience shop?"

"Only the small one, it's late now." Levi pulls you up.

"Maybe a cup of instant noodles too?" You grin as you think of the salty, hot soup in your mouth.

Levi helps you into your jacket and places your shoes by the door, "sure, we can try the new flavour that came out last week."

You slip your palm into his, feeling the warmth of his skin on yours. Levi is always loving like this. Even though you are two broke college students where Levi has to work part time at the coffee shop in the college while you do tutoring for younger children, he is never stingy with you. That's his love. He loves by making sure you are well-fed, warm, safe and happy.

Hand in hand, you walk on the deserted street with the love of your life. You blabber about how you would study twice as hard after you had your noodles at the convenience shop (although Levi knows you will fall asleep as soon as you got home), Levi listens to you, nodding and giving comments here and there, and his thumb gently rubbing the back of your palm, silently showing love in subtle ways.

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

I have this perfect mental image of Stiles carrying Eli into daycare in a crumpled suit with spit-up on the jacket. And when they ask Stiles for his ID so they can make a copy for the file (because he's one of Eli’s approved pick-up people, obviously) and he didn't bring in his driver's license because trying to get a 6 month old out of the house, into the car, and then out of the car on a time limit is hard, okay? So he pulls out his fucking FBI badge since it's technically a government issued ID and the poor worker having to call the manager to make sure that's a valid for of ID.

[the---hermit]

i am sadly one of those people who are super insicure of themselves after any social interaction, I go over and over again in my head and feel irrationally bad bc my brain tells me I was awkward, and probably came off as weird and so on. But you know what brain? I had the social interaction. I did it. I spoke out loud to people and had a conversation instead of freezing and feeling unable to talk. So fuck it if I came off as weird and awkward, I am weird and awkward and it's okay, because I did something that just a few years ago would have been even more of a struggle, and even earlier than that it would have been close to impossible.

[redhotarsenic]

@nowfallc PICTURE!! FOR YOU!! PLEASE TAKE IT!! <3

[iguessitsjustme]

If anyone has any pictures of pets or plants that they’re willing to share with me, I could really use them today

[corviiids]

One word prompt: nightmare.

For the nth time in as many days, Light startles awake and the chain goes taut. L dutifully gets up from his desk and follows Light to the en suite to watch him throw up into the toilet.

Leaning against the doorframe and watching Light wipe his mouth, hunched defeated over the bowl, L can't help but think this boy wouldn't make an effective serial killer if he tried.

"Nightmare," he says, remembering to tilt his tone up at the end so it's a polite question and not a flat fact.

Light's breath shudders out of him like he's been shot. "I don't know," he says. His voice is hoarse and acid-burned. His body convulses again and he dry-heaves, fingers scrabbling at the ceramic. Fetching sight, the Yagami boy. "I can't remember."

Stock-standard. Easy excuse. Almost laughable. And yet this sweet, shiny version of Light Yagami is almost compulsively believable. He could look up at L now, bright-eyed and earnest, tell him the sky was purple, and L would have to check.

Light breathes out another miserable sigh. L slouches to the bathroom sink and fills a glass with water.

"Thanks," Light says softly. "Sorry to interrupt you."

"If you're sick, it can't be helped."

"Thanks," Light says again.

When they return, L listens to Light try and settle himself in the sheets. They rustle intermittently. The chain sways.

"Light-kun can't get comfortable," says L.

"I'm sorry," Light says. "Ryuzaki, could you..."

For a moment, L worries that Light is going to ask to be held.

"Could you keep typing?" Light asks.

Typing. "What?"

"It's like white noise," says Light. "I guess it's nice knowing you're here. Working on the case even while I'm sleeping. Ryuzaki, we'll catch Kira soon, right?"

"Yes," says L. Typing. He makes a few nonsensical notes.

"Thanks," Light murmurs. He's starting to sound drowsy again. "Yeah. We'll catch him soon. Don't work too late, Ryuzaki."

L keeps typing until the chain stills, then chances a look. There's a furrow in Light's brow even as his breathing evens out. He's curled around his wrist, holding the chain like a lifeline. Like a child holds a toy.

L shifts. The chain shifts too, swiping against Light's cheek. The furrow lightens a little.

-

(send me a one word prompt)

[tomfrogisblue]

I very much enjoy that in every qsmp event it is impossible to truly contain:

- the french

- the brazilians

- and tubbo

[brown-little-robin]

it's now officially Sunday so I can log on and complain: it's past midnight, I'm exhausted, and I have 6 more pages of extremely dense, badly-written English-as-a-second language papers to edit, line by line, word by word, for very ambitious Central Asian students who are applying to places like Harvard Law School and Purdue University and who knows where else, and I've already done 53 pages of this today and I'm TIRED!!!! ok im normal again I can do this