#to read more at bedtime

[absent-o-minded]

Happy New Years, everyone. May 2025 arrive bearing the fruit of gentleness and hope.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: WELCOME TO YOUR WORLD: How the Built Environment Shapes Our Lives by Sarah Williams Goldhagen.

[good-advice-ganondorf]

I'm trying to get back into some hobbies I stopped doing as my life got busier- reading books, drawing, etc. Any suggestions on how I can get back into the habit of these more slow-paced pastimes?

[basket-of-radiants]

Sorry, this was gonna be a comic with an actual punchline, but this part was funnier just on its own.

[randomminty]

If pokemon wont give me bea and allister siblingisms ill just make it MYSELF

[moodyvoid]

the fact that no one acknowledges the fact that spinner and twice are fucking jacked as hell makes me sad

like bro LOOK AT SPINNERS ARMS!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!!

not to mention twice and his massive man boobs

it’s just sad honestly

The real ones have always known 🙏😤

[ennard-is-near]

I don’t like it when people use the books to say Michael healed after being scooped and got normal again. Okay?? Lame?? Where’s the irreversible consequences? Where’s the living long past your prime fueled purely by spite? Where’s the destroyed possibility of ever having a normal life? What about never being able to truly move past what you and your family did in the past because your literal body is a reminder of it? Where’s my gross, stinky wet cat loser who’s weird looking?

Why would you sacrifice all the symbolism, implications, horror and everything else that comes with The Scooper for the sake of book lore? Why would you want that at all? Keep him dead and stinky, please.

(The FNaF canon is putty in our hands and you can interpret this nightmare franchise any way you want. I’m not mad at you if you support a hc that I don’t. This is just an over dramatic way for me to say how I personally interpret this story)

[aeolianblues]

okay with now twenty five years of wisdom I’ll tell you the secret to making it in a non-traditional/creative field, or perhaps really even any field for that matter, as told by someone who has now realised they are twenty five and have absolutely not made fuck-all anywhere: you cannot get disheartened. It’s a labour of love not only on what you do, but also in who will support you.

You know that XKCD meme about the entire internet resting on the shoulders of one single open source library developed by a single developer in their free time at home? Most movements are propped up on the shoulders of a small handful of passionate people who genuinely care about what they’re doing.

Take care of yourself, and take care of their sanity and yours. If you truly care, you simply have to get good at not getting disheartened when you realise that most people do not give a fuck, and that most scenes are propped up by a few people with little to no resources.

It’s not going to be the people in positions of authority or relative power who will support your work with resources. You’ll be very lucky if they do. At most someone might drop you the money to do what you wish. Making it come true unfortunately, is up to your little troupe. Do not expect any more than you know you can get. It will only lead to disappointment.

You are not special of course, bubbles of burgeoning culture have cropped up before you and have died uneventful deaths. But the fact that you are playing even a small part in your era is huge. Whether you’re pioneering post-modern postmodernism or setting up a new way of involving kids in youth theatre. Whether you’re starting a local punk scene or rallying every furry online. You are part of something that you believe in. It will never have gone to waste. Your efforts will always have mattered. It doesn’t matter if the whole world doesn’t know. Those who you created an opportunity for, will know and care. And they will never forget you.

Sometimes you don’t know what you have laid down the foundations for. Things take time and patience. Sometimes things you wish you could be around for will happen when you’ve moved on from them. Know what you did. You did good.

Never forget why you started doing something. Let that be the principle that guides you. The path may change, you must be flexible too; you’d know a thing or two about unpredictability in unorthodox feields anyway. Accept the happy accidents, and let the greater good that set you on your path guide you. Don’t lose sight of it.

Oh, and probably most importantly? It’s okay if it fails. For the time that it existed, your efforts were glorious and will have touched people’s lives in intangible little ways that you may never get the chance to know. And so I’m telling you. Your efforts matter. Your impact on your surroundings can never be erased. Keep working.

[selliho6530]

All I want, is to see Jayce and Viktor as foster fathers for Jinx, that's all I want...

[whoisthatstrangeimbecile]

LOLOMOLnkjb

WARNING: CRINGE

cringe warning (incredibly cringe)

[flour-is-a-spice]

The potential friendship between Connor and North is something that really interests me. Would she ever trust truly him? And if she did, what would their dynamic be?

[theloveinc]

wouldn’t it be fucked up if I wrote something abt being one of the women toji stays w/ after the death of his wife except… he brings little megumi and little tsumiki with him to stay with you? Wouldn’t that be so painful and I absolutely shouldnt do it?

[qoppybirdie]

I made this a couple days ago but only added more to it today! i now consider it finished.

This a little based on an Ocelhira fic I read that is set during the 9 year gap ( "I hope they never understand us" by theArchduchess) where they’re trying to work together and the girls argue like every chapter.

Kaz is an emotional bomb and doesn't understand how Ocelot can keep his composure when he supposedly has a 'special connection' with Big Boss. What he doesn't know is that Ocelot has a lot going on behind the scenes.

He's also hard headed and stubborn when it comes to his ideas/decisions to make money + gets angry when Ocelot refutes his ideas and thats basically how the animatic starts

[alphabravohotel]

Perhaps not the normal Tumblr fare, but I wanted to share with other Timmy Key fans in case you've not run across this before. It's from 2012. I want Tim to narrate EVERYTHING in my life.

But yeah, this is very Tim Key. Suffice to say, at some point in this he says, "I can't stop stroking my flanks."

I'll go find this story now.

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Rumination (3/7)

Third instalment in our series of 7 Matt/Mello/Near drabbles written for @dnrarepairweek! :3 Prompts: successors, pining.

Near was left behind.

Rarepair: Matt/Mello/Near Other tags: The Kira Case, Wammy’s House

[read on AO3 or below] [series on AO3]

There have been no new enrollments since L and Watari’s deaths. With Matt gone, the room is nobody’s now.

Near often goes there to think.

Sometimes it’s about the Kira case: the clues he is gathering, what he will do to catch Kira.

Sometimes he hugs Mello’s pillow and inhales deeply, imagines he can still smell dark chocolate. Once or twice, he does the same with Matt’s, which has kept the scent of cold tobacco.

Sometimes he pictures different things. L not dead, Mello still here, Matt still glued to him, Near creeping in-between the two of them and staying.

[fallowhearth]

I think one of the saddest parts of where I'm at in life right now (generally very happy so not trying to complain too much, to be clear) is that I use up so much mental energy during my work day--even on a day where I didn't feel very productive--that I've got basically nothing left over for my 'free' time. There's so many hobbies I'd theoretically like to be doing, but when it comes down to it, I'm so drained. And bored. So I have this listless yearning to spend my days in more personally fulfilling productivity but I can't follow through when I actually have the time. And I guess I don't have enough low effort pastimes that I actually enjoy doing.