#time to go back to schoolwork

[ohihopeicanchangethislater]

The mention of Jim and Pam made me think of Michael and Holly's relationship. There is such a different dynamic between Michael and Holly and Michael and all of his other romantic relationships. Nearly all the other women in Michael's life (also Ryan, but that's another conversation) are objects of Michael's worship/obsession. Most of his other girlfriends don't even really seem to like him that much. Carol got weirded out by him pretty quickly, Helene was just using him as a rebound, and Donna used him as the other woman. Jan is the only other relationship that started out somewhat normal, with mutual attraction, but it mostly stemmed from that forbidden relationship with a subordinate for Jan, who proceeded to completely lose it (whether because or in spite of Michael).

Holly is the only one who "matches his freak," as they would say nowadays, creating a more equal relationship as opposed to worshipper and worshipped.

But there's a problem with Holly, too. She's hardly even a character. She only appears in 17 episodes, and a few of those are just over the phone. It seems like when they were creating Michael's soupsnake, they just took Michael, keep most of the weirdness but make him a little bit more grounded (so that she can make Michael more grounded by the end) and make him a woman.

I love Holly, she's adorable and one of the characters I relate to most, personality-wise. But there's only so much personality there. The rest of her character is just "dorky HR lady who Michael loves and who loves Michael" and that's pretty much it.

I feel like the only woman they really took the time to write any real depth and growth for was Angela. Don't get me wrong, all of the women of The Office are amazing and beautiful, but they're too often objects of affection rather than their own characters.

i don’t know exactly how to say this in a way that comes across clearly, but i am obsessed with the idea of depicting m/f relationships in a way where the hype isn’t all on the man’s love of the woman, and how swoonworthy it is and how powerful. (this has been on my mind an awful lot lately because lost loves to lean on this, especially in season six. it’s also something that often grates on me about the office’s depiction of jim and pam even though i’m very fond of jim and pam.) i really want to see women being active in the relationship too, rather than just being the object to be pursued or worshiped or cherished or whatever the heck! not in a way that depicts women going out of their way for men who don’t reciprocate, which i think is always the go-to assumption when you talk about this kind of portrayal of a relationship. but i love the idea of women being able to make romantic gestures and acts of great love toward their male love interests in a way that is, like, considered cool and iconic in the way that so many male characters’ romantic actions toward their ladies are cool and iconic. idk how to say it. like, something that goes beyond ‘is this woman being honored nobly enough by her man, which is the sum total of all romance?’ i want the women participating tooooooooo! WHY NOT!

[snoozerin]

sketches and a wip. i dont like thinking too much before posting, head empty this is the stuff i have in my gallery take or or leave it the void is nice

[nguyenfinity]

This month's feature is Crazy:B, with this edition releasing alongside their new Valentine's Day single 'Lovebug'! (written and produced by my hopes and dreams)

art-only version below the cut!

[stolenslumber]

i wanna lock in your love (sjy)

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x gender neutral reader GENRE: best friends to lovers, newly established relationship, fluff WARNINGS: kissing, suggestive content WORD COUNT: 1.1k

“So… what do we do now?” Jake asks. His head tilts quizzically at you from where he hovers at the side of the bed— his own bed, so why does he feel so nervous?

Your hands smooth over his bedsheets robotically, just as nervous. It’s the end of your first date with Jake Sim, who has seen you in diapers and acne and graduation gowns alike; who knows you like a favorite song, played backwards and forwards and over and over again; who looks at you with such sweet adoration that your heart lurches and trembles whenever you catch him staring at you. 

It’s the same look he’s been wearing proudly for the past week, ever since you’d finally gotten on the same page about the way you feel for each other. He’d wear this look for the rest of his life, if you let him. 

And you would. You’d let him do anything he wants; but the words die in your throat, caught somewhere between aching familiarity and wobbly newness. 

He’s the same Jake who raced you around the block under never-ending sunshine in those hazy elementary years, and he’s the same Jake who told you last week that the air you breathe— you, just you— is more precious than anything in the world. 

(He had added that he could confirm this, thanks to everything he knows about the laws of physics, and you had poked his forehead and called him a nerd for that joke, so truly: he’s the same Jake as he has always been.)

But even after all this time, there are still parts of him that you never knew. Like how his mouth moves against yours like he was made for you; fluid, eager, earnest, forming words of devotion in Korean and English, haphazardly alternating between the two after you’d kissed him for the first time after that stupid joke. Like how his face shines in the glow of requited love, his half of which he had been holding tightly against his chest for so long as an unspeakable treasure. Like how his fingers dance across your skin as they did during today’s date, tracing mindless stars and hearts over your arms, raising goosebumps from you and chuckles from him.

So… what do we do now? There’s really only one answer you can give. 

“Whatever you want,” you let out— finally, truthfully, and with a great whoosh of air that you’d been holding in for too long.  

Suddenly, Jake laughs; that high-pitched giggle so dear to you that it automatically makes you smile.

“We’re being dumb,” he declares as he drops himself onto his bed, settling with his back against the headboard. 

“Speak for yourself,” you retort, but there’s hardly any conviction to your voice, what with how distracted you’ve become by the way he has one arm tucked behind his head and his bottom lip caught under his teeth.

He laughs again, but now it’s breathless, because he’s tracking the rise of the flush from your chest to your cheeks. “C’mere, cutie.” He pats the spot next to him and hopes you don’t notice how his hand shakes. 

Of course, that just makes you flush deeper, but you obediently scooch up until you’re hovering over him, up on your knees while he looks at you with that same adoration that scrambles your thoughts once again. 

Slowly, he reaches out and unfurls your fingers from the unconscious fists they had formed. He takes your hands in his and squeezes, once, twice; right in time with your racing heart. 

When he speaks, it’s hushed and sacrosanct. “Will you let me love you?” 

“I always have,” you murmur. And it’s true. Now that you’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it: Jake has looked at you like this for a long, long time. Realizing it was like coming up for air when you hadn’t even known you were drowning. 

He hugs you close, bringing you into his lap. “Then will you kiss me?” 

And when he asks so sweetly, how could you ever say no?

You get lost in kissing him as heat rises all around you just as quickly as it had risen in your cheeks, until it’s almost unbearable and you’re whining something incomprehensible against his mouth. 

He tears himself away from you with a gasp. His chest heaves, and his lips are so shiny and red that it makes you squirm in his lap. His hands tighten around your hips to still your movements even as he asks, “What do you want, angel? I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

Your thoughts ricochet in every direction; there’s too much you want, and the strength of your want is dizzying. One thought bubbles up to the top: “Off. Please take this off.” Your fingers scratch against his stomach through the thin fabric of his white T-shirt. 

He shudders underneath you, and he can’t stop himself from wrenching another whine from your throat when he kisses you again, so deeply that you almost miss it when he attempts to take his shirt off with one hand. Of course, you do notice when he fumbles and gets stuck in the shirt. 

All of a sudden, the almost suffocating tension in the room pops, and you can’t stop laughing when a muffled, “Don’t look at me,” comes from inside his shirt. You’re still laughing when he finally untangles himself and gets out of it. 

“What were you trying to do?” You ask, settling your hands on top of his shoulders. 

“Some trick I learned from the older guys on the team. Heeseung, mostly,” he admits. His fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt. 

“Heeseung can do that?” 

Jake makes a face at you. “Yeah, so what? Are you impressed, or something?”

You burst out laughing again. “No, you idiot, I think you’re all very stupid.”

He nods as his hand splays against your back underneath your shirt, pressing you closer to him. “Okay, but you like me the most, right?”

You roll your eyes even as you lean into his chest. “Obviously. I love you, like, an embarrassing amount.”

He chokes on air. “Sorry, I’m still not used to hearing that. Feels like I’m dreaming, y’know?”

“Me, too. The best dream ever,” you sigh, settling your ear against the steady beat of his heart. The overwhelming heat from before simmers down to comfortable warmth; fervor slips into felicity. 

Unexpectedly, you yawn. You’re halfway to apologizing when Jake shushes you with a kiss. “Sleep,” he urges. “I’ll be here when you wake up. We have all the time in the world, lover of mine. The rest of our lives.” 

And you do. And you do. 

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[jamlessjj]

I don’t think we as a society talk about The Joshua Tree outtakes enough. Every morning I have to listen to this song during my little commutes. I don’t think a day has gone by without me having some part of this song stuck in my head.

It is my understanding that this was an early jam session from which “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” was composed. Knowing that information, I can’t unhear it and I think it’s fascinating. Harmonically, I’m pretty sure the tracks share a chord progression, vi — IV — I. A very cool progression in its own right. Can’t believe I haven’t noticed this before haha.

[misty-wisp]

happy birthday to the bestie @sirenspells!!!! here's a redraw of an old piece of hers :3c sunako my beloved

siren tysm for being my friend and sticking by me <3 ily /p

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[blunderbussin]

i may not have. planned out this weekend correctly

[orcelito]

Appointment went fine. Got everything sorted out & got confirmation that I should be able to graduate in the spring.

I also officially applied to graduate.

Got so overwhelmed by this & my grief over the fact that my dad won't be there for it that I ended up crying in the bathroom over it. 👍 but it's a good thing overall. Just. You Know.

[townofcrosshollow]

AAAAAAND IT'S HEADACHE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

[agnesandhilda]

they should invent a day with enough hours in it for me to get all my tasks done without having to turn into a joyless husk

[seth-the-giggle-fish]

my keyboard is all squeaky clean from it's bath

[designernishiki]

it really means the world to me that little 12 year old daigo mentions that kiryu used to hang out with him a lot, meaning a teenage kiryu (and likely a teenage nishiki as well) basically babysat an even younger daigo on the reg for some amount of time. i wonder what shenanigans they got up to

[hplonesomeart]

Took a schoolwork break so I could get back into sketchbook doodling! Trying to keep the momentum going so I can finish the whole thing before the year ends. So here ya go feast upon some Puzzle propaganda /j

Is this page cursed? I like to think it is :))

Also here’s a digital collage of various notebook doodles from classes wow super neat (you can tell most were from October)

[numberonebidoofenjoyer]

Hey, Lochland! I know this is unrelated to the ask game, but I really feel like I need to apologize for scaring you with that video of Hoaxe. I hope this helps you feel better.

You spent some time in Sinnoh, right? Then maybe you're accostmed to the sight of Combee and Vespiquen. And guess what?

[Photo ID: The proudest looking Vespiquen in the world, holding a large jar of honey, surrounded by a few Combee.]

While I was away from Paldea, Vi found some wild Combee and adopted them as her children. That's their first batch of honey they've ever made!

i really hope this brightens your day, even if just a little bit.

- @clvr-the-insect-enthusiast

Oh that’s adorable! I’ve been the owner of a couple of Vespiquen and Combee before and it’s always a joy watching them produce honey! It tasted so sweet!

And…about your Kleavor..it’s-it’s fine. Really Clover, I just…had a couple of bad flashbacks. Scyther line shenanigans. Don’t worry about it.

(Not like it was glowing yellow so there was no real reason to be scared…)