#take a rest for a while

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

"酒寧剩欠尋常債，劍不虛施細碎讎。" Take a rest for a while :))) 俺很愛"老土花生麵包"配Taiwan Gold Medal Beers. lol 這人生哪，何須當英雄，吃好喝好且好好活著；『相濡以沫，不如相忘於江湖。』此語出自《莊子·大宗師》：「泉涸，魚相與處於陸，相呴以濕，相濡以沫，不如相忘於江湖。與其譽堯而非桀也，不如兩忘而化其道。 」Lan~*

西村醉歸 || 陸遊 (1125-1210) 南宋文學家、史學家和愛國詩人。

俠氣嵥嶸蓋九州，一生常恥為身謀。

酒寧剩欠尋常債，劍不虛施細碎讎。

歧路凋零白羽箭，風霜破弊黑貂裘。

陽狂自是英豪事，村市歸來醉跨牛。 🫶

陸遊一生筆耕不輟，詩文皆有很高的成就；其文采平易通達、章法嚴謹有律，兼具李白的雄奇豪放與杜甫的沉鬱悲愴，特別是其愛國情懷對後世影響深遠。

【釋義】

這位俠客的氣概非凡，他的豪情壯志足以氣吞山河，他的一生，常常因為只圖謀私利而感到羞恥。

他寧願常常欠下酒債，也要暢飲美酒，不願為了那些瑣碎的恩怨，而毫無意義地揮舞手中之劍。

岔路眾多，他逐漸消耗了手中的羽箭。風和霜（或指歲月）他身上的貂裘也日漸殘破。

他善於假作癲狂，並非瘋狂，而是他獨特的豪情和英勇氣概。他醉醺醺地騎在牛背上，從繁華的村市歸來。

「酒寧剩欠尋常債，劍不虛施細碎讎」 （《西村醉歸》）。「剩欠」：不是全欠，只欠一些。「尋常」：一般，普通，不是大大筆的。「虛施」：白白亂揮，不中。「讎」：音酬，義與仇同。上句，一派不羈豪放；下句，不計小恩小怨，但卻執著在大是大非的原則。

ღ♡ work by Salvador Dalí, Flores Surrealistas, 1938.

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[cringefail-clown]

been thinking about no-sburb/alternia escapees au

[hikeyzz]

draining his balls making him cum over and over again just so he'll pass out and finally get a good night's sleep >>>>

[egophiliac]

now that I can think semi-coherently again...whooooo's ready for Friday WEEHOO

[thats-sir-dyke-to-you]

I've always been curious to know this about the people around me. Most people have been in severe pain, but in my experience few have had what they would say is their 10/10 experience. I guess it's just something I find fascinating, as I had my 10/10 experience quite young and I sometimes forget that not everyone has. In my opinion it changes your relationship with pain and how you engage with it afterwards. If you answered yes, feel free to elaborate on your circumstances in the tags!

(reblog for a bigger sample size etc)

[chronicpaingirlie]

can everyone please do me a favor today and do one thing to make life gentler for yourself ? you deserve it i promise . 🫂

[xmimikyuusx]

I do think about quite often (unfortunately) a post I saw by another trans guy a while ago complaining about artists who draw big, bold top surgery scars (specifically calling them "botched") and it's such a weird and awful thing to say to ppl. I had my surgery in March, I'm healed now, but my scars are very much visible. They're dark. They're stretched. They go far back under my arms and around my sides. They probably look that way because I'm fat. And I love them! I love how my body looks, I love my scars. I fought hard to get this far. Maybe it's not always safe for my scars to be visible, but I want to see them, they're proof of what I've gone through and they're apart of me. They've grown and will grow with me. They're not botched. They're perfect. They're everything I could have ever dreamed of and have improved my life more than anything else ever could.

[crabsnpersimmons]

I wanna give them all a lil kiss :3

ooou! kisses for the boys!

Moon: no no no! please wait! i need to clean up clean up!! and then! then...! w-w-w-we should get to know each other first! this! this is too sudden!!

Sun: I do not understand.

Eclipse: Guess you'll have to settle for just little old me for now!

[equill]

You missed the mark! (Time Travel)

Extra: Otsutsuki

(they learn Kurama is willingly there)

anndd more sketches to give

[dessa-banks]

Breach!

Tactical Breach Wizards (2024)

[artsyhamster]

Calypso knows how to throw a party

[eccentricmya]

The Valar's mistake did not lie in seeing a possibility of good in Melkor. Rather, their mistake lay in not seeing the equal possibility of him remaining evil.

[gojoest]

first time meeting neighbor nanami kento in the elevator. both reaching to press the button for the 5th floor. your movements freezing as your hands touch in the air. an awkward “sorry” coming from both sides. “let me”, he presses the button. “thanks”, you put your hand back on your bag handle, slightly bowing your head, hoping it’s enough to hide your flushed cheeks.

you glance at his reflection on the elevator door. he’s looking at you. “new around?”, he asks, voice quiet and monotone. “yes”, you reply, “just recently moved”

“it’s a quiet neighborhood, hope it’s to your liking”

you nod with a barely audible “mhm”.

the elevator stops. the doors open. “please”, he takes a small step back, “after you” — inviting you to go first both with words and body.

“thanks”, you say as you step out but “what a man” you think in your head, your heartbeat slightly speeding up — you might just be tiny bit charmed by this blond man.

“well”, you stop in front of your apartment door, “it was nice meetin—”, you fail to finish as he stops in front of the next door and looks at you, “oh?” — it’s barely noticeable but his eyes slightly widen — “we’re next-door neighbors” — and then quickly go back to normal.

“seems so”, you confirm with a smile.

each encounter with him in the apartment building would lead to slower walks down the corridor and more dragged-out conversations in front of your doorsteps, on purpose — just so you can steal a little bit more time together here and there, neither of you aware of the mutual crushing nor brave enough to invite the other in — it might seem too pushy and inappropriate — you both would think.

your eyes would search for each other every day going in and out of the building. sometimes you’d find him waiting in front of the elevator, even though the hall indicator would show it’s already on the 1st floor. and other times it’s you who’d do the waiting.

after a while you both become well aware of each other’s schedules and thus the “accidental” hallway meetings become a stable part of your day.

but when you don’t see him around this evening you find it a bit unusual. maybe he got held back at work, you think.

he didn’t.

he’s waiting. leaning against the wall next to your apartment door, with a bottle of red wine and two glasses — he’s waiting. for you.

and little did you know — you would leave together the next morning.

[themissingmango]

[ruporas]

can’t talk about it

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic starts with the sounds "thud, thud, click". Vash, mid-action of peeling an apple, turns to the sound, noticing who it was that entered, and says, "Oh, Wolfwood, you're back." He resumes back to his apple in the next panel as he speaks, "Where'd you go? You snuck out of bed quickly this morning..." Wolfwood's hand then enters the panel, hovering over Vash's cheek and Vash looks up as Wolfwood asks, "Can I?" Vash responds, "Not going to talk about it?" while using a hand to gently hold Wolfwood's hovering hand and presses a kiss to his inner palm.

Vash then gets up fully, setting down the knife down on the table and the apple onto a plate, He leans into Wolfwood as Wolfwood explains, "Had to meet someone. Nothing interesting to talk about." Vash kisses Wolfwood's left cheek and a hand moves to cup his other cheek while muttering, "You're being vague." Wolfwood says neutrally, "If yer really that curious, keep askin'. We  can talk about that instead of doing this." Vash leans back and responds, "Let's talk after, since... You look so tired."

The panel pans to a close up of Wolfwood's downcast eyes, bags heavy underneath his eyes. He doesn't allow Vash to sit in that moment for long though, then saying, "Yer not helping, Spikey. Being all slow with it... I could fall asleep right now." He moves his hand to start unclasping Vash's coat, starting from his collar. Vash with red cheeks, responds briskly, "Oh, shut up. I'm worried about you. I can't be worried?"

The final shot shows Wolfwood's back to the viewer while Vash's softened expression can be seen as he holds gently onto the side of Wolfwood's face and a hand firm on his waist. Wolfwood responds, "I'm fine, seriously," pausing for a moment before continuing, "Is it okay to still..?" Vash responds, "Yeah, it's okay."

The next image is a shot from later that night after the previous comic. Vash and Wolfwood are now in bed, half naked. Wolfwood's buries his face into Vash's chest, his arms wrapped around him, while Vash is petting at his hair. Vash reminds him, "Hey. You said we'd talk about it." Wolfwood pauses for a moment before piping up, "In the morning? I'm sleepy." Vash says, "Okay..."

The next two pages start from the morning after. Wolfwood is already fully awake, pulling on his outer jacket as he says to Vash, whos' still bundled in his blankets, "Breakfast is on the table. Make sure to eat it. I'm going to grab some things in town and then we're leavin'. Got it?" Vash says, "Mh." Wolfwood responds, "Good. See ya in a bit." The dialogue starts to shift into Vash's inner thoughts now, as he gets up and eats toast, thinking, "Wait. Weren't we supposed to... talk about it?" The next shot then shows him fully up, meeting Wolfwood in town. He carries a half worried expression with him while Wolfwood slides on his glasses for him. A quick panel shows Wolfwood's tired expression from the night before and quickly juxtaposes with Wolfwood in front of him who's smiling gently, the shades covering his eye bags. Wolfwood asks him, "Still not awake yet?" Vash pauses, his thoughts stirring, thinking, "Oh. I guess I was getting ahead of myself... thinking you owe me that kind of honesty." He smiles at Wolfwood and responds, "I'm awake!" His thoughts continue, "Maybe one day, you'd trust me enough to share your burdens."

The final image shows Wolfwood pulling at Vash's cheek and Vash complains, "Owwwww why..." Wolfwood quickly says, "You were thinking something stupid, right? It's all over yer face." Vash mutters, "Nooo, I wasn't..." END ID]