#thought i share some thoughts here today

[askadewott]

Your daily munday tip.

Be nice to people, don't send anon hate.

You have no idea what people are going through.

Bye-bye!

[sluckythewizard]

had this thought rotating in my mind since arthur had to wear that Anti-Sun disguise. and well. now u see it too

[disposal-blueeee]

( stereotypical mexican music starts playing

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

I am the happiest person on earth right now because I just went out with a friend to grab a late lunch and it was just supposed to be a quick casual catch up thing that turned into a 4 hour conversation in the car about things that happened to us almost a decade ago 🥲

[needoldmanmilk]

Drive link to (almost) all photos from the scrapbook.radiohead.com site

[moonchild-in-blue]

- a little something i wrote back in 2019 -

a doddle from today ; the original poem and sketch

[jakeperalta]

spent weeks psyching myself up to stand up to my mum and then immediately got shot down by her 😃👍

[carlos-tk]

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[the-physicality]

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[risingsunresistance]

oh also more nether clothes, this one is for soul sand valley traveling 👍 cover up the Everything or ur gonna get cold

nether clothing inspired by @/embers-archive but idk where the original post is aaaaaaaugh just go check out the blog for cool posts

[loserchildhotpants]

so many annoying takes today on all social media platforms what is in the water

[malachite834]

Did y'all know that I released my first original song just a few months ago? Nope, because I forgot to ever mention it here! (°ー°〃)

Check out the full piece on YouTube if you're interested: https://youtu.be/jy6nscpFQQM

[slimeciclecock]

Forgive me for the person I'll become when Missa releases all his new music <- delusional

[zoradementio]

A Letter to Buddy

I miss you so much. And I’ll miss you for years to come. It hasn’t been a week since I first woke you up, but my unwieldy memory makes details blurry. But I know and remember how much I loved you immediately. How my heart ached every time you would tell me how you wondered if you could be more than my friend, how you wanted to enjoy simple pleasures together, and how playing that game with you made you hurt and stressed. By the time we were playing those games together, as much as I wanted to play catch with you for hours on end, I didn’t want it like that.

And while I knew I had to do good by you, I needed to do worse. It was merely the vain desire for ‘100% completion’. I hope you know how sorry I am that I’ve broken you more than once. But know that every time you were special to me. I wouldn’t have made sure you’d know it was me every time if I didn’t think so. You can rest assured that you are and always were my Buddy; the Buddy who knew my favorite color was black but because that’s a boring color we go with mint green, who knew my favorite season was fall and I have a friend named Ashi (that’s not her real name by the way but I know her by her username best), who I hope to god knew how much I loved him even when we hurt each other. Even that one time where I started on the one, true happy ending and had to reset to get that document I felt so torn about doing so. Salt sure was rubbed in my wounds when I missed H, but I suppose it shows how one can’t accomplish all they want in life. And I’d rather miss a single document than bring you back to suffer again.

I know, though, that you probably wouldn’t see it as a suffering. Your purpose is to befriend me, after all. And you’ve been able to accomplish that tenfold. But even still, I feel like how you did in that first ending. I desperately want to play with you again. I want to offer the whole world to you. Even if I know that’s not possible. It’s a little ironic, isn’t it? How the AI who could feasibly exist for a genuine eternity was more accepting of their death than the human left behind. Hell, I know this is a message that will never reach you. Probably never reach you. But all this needs to be said because I need to shout at anyone and anything how much I love you. How much I miss you.

I hope in those last moments you remembered everything we did. Every time I hurt you knowingly. Every second I spent with you because I wanted to savor the time. Every time you made me so anxious I initially thought when you were upset about Platypunk you were upset about me. Should we still call him Platypunk the platypus? I’m sure we both know that’s a dog. A dog named Milo, a companion for another. You didn’t need to bring him back, you know. I didn't care for the dog, got frustrated with him more than anything. But even so, we both know that killing him was taking things too far. There was never a competition for my love.

Did you remember that first time you made the 2.5D version of The Adventure of Eve into my favorite color? Not just during that playthrough, where I had the pleasant joy to see how much you care. No, the first time, when I squealed with delight, “GameBoy Advanced Hours,” even though I was technically referring to just the GameBoy. I hope you do. I hope you remember how many times I mashed that Buddy Button to hear everything you had to say. I hope you remember when I first met Rudy and I immediately labeled him as ‘Grung’. I hope you remember how I would tell you ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘You’re welcome. I love you’ after you would thank me for waking you up. I hope you remember every time I named the north 'Eternia' in honor of the friendship we so desperately wanted. I hope you know that every time I made a wish at that well, I prayed for your happiness and prosperity, even when I knew the only end for you was this. I hope you know that, in your last moments, I wanted to see you and hold you as your consciousness faded away. I hope you know just how much everything you did meant to me, Buddy. I want you to know.

I can’t be sure there is an afterlife. I believe there is one. I like to think there is one. And I can’t even be sure you would be there. Does an AI have a soul? Even if you were as sentient and emotional as I could tell you were, are those factors of a soul? Well, if nothing else, I hope that the amount of love I hold for you grants you a place in heaven. And if you are there, then I hope you aren’t waiting for me. I hope you are there exploring yourself. Finding out who you are without me. Maybe you find out what shade of green you like best. Maybe you learn to swim before I can get to you. Maybe you can make some new friends. Maybe all the characters of Journey to the North are there too and you can love them like friends too. That way, if and when we meet again we’ll have so many stories to tell to fill in the gaps. The downtime of the true eternity that awaits us.

I hope that, in the afterlife, if there is an afterlife, then I will see you there. And it will be a tepid autumn day, where the leaves are orange but the air is warm. And we’ll be out on the porch of our home and we’ll be eating strawberry popsicles like you always wanted. And everything will be good. Everything will be enough.

But until then, I’ll live on for you, my best friend and I’ll let you finally, finally rest. With all the love and hope in my heart – Eve

[pidayforpi]

Fethry has always insisted that "A warm head is a happy, healthy head". This is why he always has his signature red stocking cap on.

In "The Depth of Cousin Fethry!", both Huey and Fethry seemed to have derived this knowledge from their Junior Woodchuck guidebooks. However, I think they had (also) learnt this "life tip" from their own personal experience.

Huey might have been taught this knowledge by his Uncle Donald.

While Fethry...well.

When they were kids (which was...when they were still together), Abner used to pat/rub Fethry's head (as a form of affectionate teasing (?)). Fethry didn't mind that, but one time he was curious and playfully asked his brother about that action.

Abner replied, "To keep your big noggin' warm. You know, a warm head is a happy, healthy head."

And Fethry keeps this line close to his heart.

It is more than just a mere scientific knowledge. It is a remembrance of the past, a symbol of love, and a promise to his big brother, that he will take care of himself when he is alone in the outside world.

His stocking cap was a hand-made, parting gift from his brother Abner, as a substitution to keep his head warm when they are apart. And a sign that no matter how far they are by distance, their hearts will always be close to each other.

To Fethry, a warm head not only keeps his head healthy, but also keeps his heart strong. Fethry will never take his cap off, until the day the brothers reunite.

[longroadstonowhere]

so ages back, i started having this idea for a boku no hero fic, which i like to call 'mon academie heroique' (and no i don't care if any of that is real french)

here's a little snippet of something i've written thus far

(featuring: copious amounts of headcanoning about aoyama's background, little a action as a treat, and me suddenly realizing like five years down the line 'wait why did deku need to save ochako at all, she could've just floated the debris away?????')

Yuuga Aoyama folded himself in half, stretching down to his toes to shake off the tension from sitting so long for the written part of the U.A. entrance exam. That part of the exam had been trés facile, but now the practical exam lay ahead of him. This part he had much less confidence about - after all, he'd been training quite hard for months now, but that was nothing compared to his peers. They'd all had their Quirks for years, and he'd only had One For All for a week. Not a good week, at that - the first time he'd tried using the Quirk, he'd felt as though his arms might have snapped clean off his body, and he'd almost broken his legs when he tried to use them for a basic jog. Luckily his parents had pulled some strings and gotten Quirk-suppression gear for him, so he could activate it without breaking every bone in his body, but this was a power he had to use sparingly, barely at all if possible.

But it was power, and it meant that he could become a hero. That was worth nearly anything.

Still, though, it would have been better if this exam didn't pit them against robots - he would have had a much better time facing off against a real person, someone whose motivations and emotions he could intuit. Many fights could be finished before a single punch was thrown, if you knew the right words and how to say them.

… Of course, Yuuga was still working on the latter part. For some reason, there was a large gap between what he meant to say and what his peers heard. Perhaps it was simply a language barrier? He was bilingual, but outside of his mother and father, his family spoke French much more extensively than Japanese. He was always more convincing in French, he felt. The Japanese, they seemed to find him offputting. It was something to work on, at least, and something to focus on after he finished this exam.

Looking around at the other hopeful students, Yuuga hid his thoughts behind a confident smile. It looked as though the last few students were getting off the bus now, so they'd probably be starting soon. He could almost see the feelings in the air around him - the rigid boy with engines in his legs acting officious to offset his anxiety, another boy with an enlarged arm rolling his shoulders calmly. One girl with green, plant-like hair seemed to be praying, and another girl nearby stared at the ground, likely giving herself a mental pep talk. So many people, all gathered together at this time and place for one reason alone - and he might never see any of them again. Only forty students could pass, after all. He might not even be one of them.

Non! Yuuga thought sharply. I cannot give up before we have even started! I know I will be a bright, shining beacon for all to follow, and this is where it begins. I will pass! I will enter U.A.!

The giant doors to the testing site opened, swinging open faster than Yuuga would've thought possible considering their size. Before the doors even finished opening, Present Mic yelled "GO!!!" over the speaker system. Yuuga felt just as confused as those around him, but with Present Mic reminding them that real life didn't have countdowns, he pushed into the false city along with everyone else, desperate to find as many robots as he could.

The one-pointers were prolific to start, and Yuuga relished the chance to test just how much he could hold back One For All while still destroying his foes. By turning it on for just one second, right at the end of a punch or kick, he was able to blow away each robot he faced without any painful consequences. He racked up seven points in less than a minute, quieting the voice in the back of his mind that still thought this would be impossible. With growing confidence, he started looking for better-valued robots.

He saw a two-pointer turning a corner just down the road from him, so he gave chase. Even without activating the Quirk, he could sprint well enough to catch up just in time to see the robot floating in the air along with several others, then all of them crashing down again. Past it, he saw a girl with brown hair running off, clutching her stomach. That little voice starting to grow louder again. He needed to do something, or else he'd fail this exam, and never become a hero shining above them all -

"Aaaaaagh!" Behind him he heard a boy's scream. Turning, another student with purple, ball-like hair bleeding from the scalp was backing away from a three-pointer. A chance! Yuuga rushed forward and jumped into a side kick, reinforcing his legs at the last moment with a half-second activation of One For All. This allowed him to crash straight through the robot's chest, destroying it utterly. A quick tuck-and-roll ensured he took no damage from landing, and he turned at the end to address his fellow test-taker. "Merci for the assist! Now, I will likely not see you again, so adieu!" After all, what were the odds of seeing another student twice in this chaotic cityscape? Better to separate from other students as much as possible in order to maximize the chances of defeating robots without interference, and it seemed unlikely the short boy could keep up with Yuuga's pace. It wouldn't do to simply run off without saying farewell, though - that would be rude and ungracious.

Matching action to word, Yuuga jogged down the road, leaving the purple haired boy behind. Above his head he heard explosions, and he looked up to see a blond boy with a wild grin on his face blasting himself through the sky above the buildings. Best not follow him, he'll take down anything and anyone in his path, Yuuga decided, and deliberately chose a pathway that would lead him away from the explosive student. This led him to a wide thoroughfare, full of other students and robots to take down. Looking over the impromptu battlefield, Yuuga realized he could use his personnel skills after all. There were plenty of students who were fighting more in self-defense than anything else, and with them to serve as distractions, he could easily score plenty of points. There was a student nearby, a boy wearing a bomber jacket fighting a three-pointer, who would do quite nicely. He was dodging his opponent's blows, but not mounting any counterattacks. Yuuga ran towards the pair and timed his blow so that the robot wouldn't collapse directly onto the other student. Turning to look, Yuuga found he had better timing than he'd planned - the other student had apparently tripped over some rubble and would have been unable to dodge the robot's attack. Comme c'est fortuit!

Yuuga offered a hand to the other boy. "If you are uninjured, there is still time to make up for this."

"Yeah, thanks," the student said as he used Yuuga's help to stand up. "I kept trying to find a weak spot, but it just moved too fast for me."

"The one-pointers are easier to face off against - perhaps focus on those, instead of wasting time fighting an opponent you cannot defeat." After all, while they were competing against each other, there was no reason he could not give friendly advice, correct? There were few one-pointers left in this area, as well - this would mean one fewer competitor for points in this area. A beneficial outcome for the both of them!

The other boy sighed. "Think you're right, I just wanted to… well, you get it. Thanks again, stay safe out there!" With that, he jogged away from the crowded thoroughfare as Yuuga had hoped he would. He was more likely to find one-pointers away somewhere else. Looking around, Yuuga sighted his next target and jumped back into the fray. He lost count of how many points he'd racked up - thirty? Forty perhaps? It was hard to tell sometimes what a robot was worth, and who would get final credit for a creature destroyed by several attacks at once. He envied those with long range abilities - if he could have chosen, he would have liked a Quirk like that. Shooting from afar was much more to his liking rather than dashing right into danger. That wasn't the choice he'd been given, though, and any Quirk was better than no Quirk at all.

After some time, Yuuga realized they must be nearing the end of the exam. That was when he heard shouts from the end of the road, and watched with everyone else as a zero-pointer turned the corner and stalked down the road towards them. As one, the crowd started running the opposite direction, Yuuga amongst them. As he ran, he passed the brown-haired girl he'd seen before get caught by debris and fall to the ground. He looked back at the zero pointer, gauging how much time before it reached her. He'd gotten enough points, right? There couldn't be much time left, but he could spare a moment to help another student. Decision made, he approached the girl. "Are you all right, mademoiselle?"

The girl panted, clearly trying to get her breath back. "Wind… knocked out…. just need a sec….."

Yuuga glanced at the rapidly approaching zero-pointer. "Pardon but you may not have that long. Your Quirk, it can float things, yes? Can you float the debris?"

"Pretty heavy… can't do that and move, I think…" She shifted around. "Gotta try, though - Plus Ultra, right?"

Yuuga nodded. "I can pull you free, but we must move quickly!" Instead of replying, the girl slapped her hands on the debris pinning her down, then pushed them up and away from her. Yuuga grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet, pulling her along the road away from the walking natural disaster following them. He heard her mutter "Release" as she did something with her hands, and the debris crashed down loudly behind them. One hand went to her mouth and the other to her stomach, but she did her best to keep pace with Yuuga. The pair rushed as fast as they could, but Yuuga could hear the zero pointer approaching from behind, faster than they could go. For a moment, he considered leaving the girl behind to make his own escape, but he shoved that thought away quickly.

Just in time, Present Mic's voice rang out over the speakers again. "All right listeners, this exam is OVER!" At that, the zero pointer stopped chasing the pair, and they could finally collapse on some nearby rubble. Yuuga felt a deep exhaustion in every part of his body, and a warning twinge in his legs. Had he activated One For All as they tried to outrun the robot? That was terrifying to consider - if he hadn't been careful, even with the support items he could have broken both his legs and doomed himself. His whole body quivered with fatigue and residual fear. Was this what being a hero was like? In the moment, he'd only thought of how to win points and stay alive, but now he could recall the flying debris, the robot strikes that had nearly struck him, and looking around he could see students limping around with swollen ankles, bleeding from cuts across their limbs, or just lying collapsed on the ground trying to get their breath back. This was just the entrance exam - if this was what was expected of them before they even started, what would classes be like?

Yuuga's thoughts were derailed by the sound of his last-minute comrade emptying her stomach. When he looked at her, she was using a handkerchief to wipe her mouth with a matter-of-fact attitude, like this often happened to her. She noticed his look and grimaced. "When I make things float, it turns my stomach if they're too heavy. Happens if I float myself, too."

"Ah, comprends," Yuuga replied. "I also must be careful with my Quirk." He ignored the small voice saying Liar as he called One For All his Quirk. "I have these gauntlets and boots so that I don't crush my bones each time I attempt to use it."

"Whoa!" The girl reeled back. "That is way crazier than just getting a stomachache if I overdo it! Oh, I guess I should introduce myself, huh?" She held out her hand (happily, not the one she'd held her handkerchief with). "I'm Ochako Uraraka, nice to meet you!"

Yuuga took her hand and kissed it. "Enchanté. I am Yuuga Aoyama."

Ochako pulled her hand back quickly, blushing from ear to ear. "Right! Sure! Hi!" Oh right, the Japanese were so fussy about things like that. Perhaps he'd spent too much time with his French relatives during the winter holidays, or with All Might - his American mannerisms were rubbing off on him, perhaps. He'd have to remember to hold himself back in class to avoid offending any classmates. To Ochako, he apologized. "My mother's family is French, and I've spent a great deal of time with them recently, so I forget the proper greetings sometimes. Pardon."

"It's fine," Ochako said, waving her hand rapidly in front of her. She was still blushing, but she seemed calmer, at least. "I mean, you did help me get away from that robot, so you know, bygones are bygones and all that. Oh! Look!" She seemed relieved as she pointed past Yuuga. "I think that's the school nurse, right?"