#whatever me

[your-littlesecret]

I've been sleeping like shit and working like crazy and I'm in a weird mood all week and also feeling like shit and I don't know why I'm telling all that but the basketball date 2.0 made its way to my dash again and I went down that rabbit hole, again

I wanted to write something bigger for this event but eh

this is nothing but I hope someone likes it 🫧

so where you go i follow (piarles | 736 words)

Charles is already in bed when the videos and edits start to pop on his phone. He simply scrolls through them, stopping occasionally to study further one or another gif of him and Pierre at the basketball match.

Pierre was so soft and warm with that sweater and jacket and Charles was sleepy.

There was nothing else he was feeling except the want to get back to their hotel room and fall in bed - and now, Pierre is the one already fast asleep curled around him while he watches videos on instagram. Very clever, Charles.

He remembers how Pierre gently grabbed at his wrist under his hoodie and told him “Come on calamar, it’s going to be fun. And you can sleep until late tomorrow, I promise.”

Charles shut up then, because the only reason he was doing this was Pierre. He was invited, yes, but if he were to go alone, he would have given up just before leaving the hotel room.

But Pierre would be there, and he insisted Charles should come too so they could spend a little time together after all that time they were winter-training on opposite sides of the world.

So Charles went, almost falling asleep on the back seat of the car they sent to take them to the game. Pierre was holding his wrist all the time, the soothing movement of his fingers never stopping until they had to get out of the car.

He knows now everyone could tell he was sleepy when they arrived, the video of Charles rubbing his eye and almost leaning against Pierre’s shoulder while they try to find their seats playing over and over again.

Then the videos of Pierre talking to him and making him laugh, smiling so pretty and wide when Charles ducks his head the way he always does. What everyone doesn’t know is how Pierre was only doing that to keep him awake and alert enough.

“Pierre, I swear I’ll fall asleep right here. This is too boring.” Charles complained not even 10 minutes into the match.

“It’s been 10 minutes calamar, it’s not boring.” Pierre squeezes his knee and his hand may or may not linger a bit too long for the public eye but surprisingly, there are no videos of that moment. “Do I have to distract you? You know I can’t use my normal techniques right now.”

“Pierre!” Charles whisper-shouts, looking ahead at Pierre's shoulders and then looking back, just in time to see Esteban rolling his eyes and laughing at them.

“What? No one knows what my techniques are.” He shrugs but Charles simply sighs, leaning back against his own chair. Pierre’s got his elbows resting against his own knees, leaning to the front but head turned to look back at Charles.

“You’re so grumpy when you are sleepy, Jesus.” He shakes his head, straightening up and crossing his legs.

“I didn’t even want to come! I’m only here because of you, so shut up?” Pierre laughs and ducks away when Charles pokes at his cheek with his index finger.

“Stop this.” Pierre grabs at his finger but he doesn’t let go, bringing Charles’ hand to his lap and holding it tightly.

“Oh, do you see that guy over there? He almost ran into Esteban today and he said ‘oh, sorry little guy, didn’t see you there’. Esteban turned so red he looked like you, funniest scene of the day.” Pierre says, letting go of his hand and when Esteban says ‘hey! it was not like that!’ Charles bursts out laughing, ducking his head.

They start bantering while Charles is in the middle simply laughing too much, and the rest of the match goes unnoticed by the three of them.

There’s a pair of arms hugging him from behind, a hand skimming through his stomach. “What are you still doing up?” Pierre’s drowsy voice comes from his place in bed.

“Nothing.” Pierre hums and then kisses his shoulder, grabbing at Charles’ phone and taking it away from his hands - lost somewhere between the sheets now.

“Come to sleep, then.” Pierre’s arms tighten around him, pulling him closer. There’s another kiss on his shoulder before Pierre buries his face on the crook of Charles’ neck.

All the tiredness he felt earlier seems to find its way back to him and sleep comes easily now that he’s in his favorite place in the world - Pierre’s embrace.

[yumenikkii]

just another average day in gravity falls

[charlikesalmon]

space oddity

[kanarii-91]

some manga panel redraws for funsies

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha whoops

[unapologeticallydorky]

idk if anyone else felt this way, but in the Shapeshifter ep of Dungeon Meshi, it's treated like a joke that all the copies of Laios are super obviously not him, but isn't it kind of fucked up that Laios's closest companions don't seem to view him as... whole?

None of his companions had an accurate view of him as a person! One of the copies was a stupid, drooling mess! And on top of this, they all believed that because Laios struggles with social cues he wouldn't be observant to them as people. They just... fundamentally don't understand him.

I think the really accurate copies of the rest of the party was drawn from Laios's mind. His powers of observation and analytics are his strength, but that's not the same as being good with social cues.

Anyway. It made me really sad. I know his party cares about him, but it's so isolating to know your friends don't know you.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[pigswithwings]

above all else a trans woman is a person. above all else a trans women is a woman who goes to the same grocery store as you and buys fruits in the same grocery cart as you and goes home and eats her dinner the same as you. above all else a trans woman is a woman who dresses like you do and talks the same way you do. above all else a trans woman is a woman who wants to be cared about the same way you want to be cared about and a trans woman is a woman who makes friends the same way you make friends. above all else you should care about trans women because they are people. treat her as such.

[sivsii]

also we fucked up as a society the moment we started telling teens and aspiring artists to conflate being an artist with building a brand as if the two things are inextricable. the name of the game if you want to share your art is to work a job and sell yourself as aesthetizied content. back in my day we could just POST SHIT. to deviantart! what the fuck!

[notherpuppet]

Alligator tears 🦌 🥲

The beauty of the pumpkin head joke is that the true joke is TELLING the joke to people.

For those who don’t know it, this is the joke:

A man with a pumpkin for a head walks into a bar. The bartender exclaims: “My god, I’m sorry, but WHAT happened to your head?”

The man sighs and says, “So I found a genie in a bottle who granted me three wishes…”

Bartender: “Ok, well what were the wishes?”

Man: “Well, my 1st wish was for 100 million dollars. AND I GOT IT!!”

Bartender: “WOW! Okay…what was the 2nd wish?”

Man: “For the 2nd wish, I asked for the most beautiful woman in the world to fall in love with me…AND I GOT THAT TOO!”

Bartender: “Incredible! So then…what was the 3rd wish?”

Man: “Now see…that’s where I really messed up…

I asked for a giant pumpkin head”

[thundersbugs]

rich boy get your ass up and FIGHT!!!

[1st year au]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i would say that, mentally speaking, i'm in a good place right now! physically of course, the crows continue their chanting,

[switchthedragon]

Fuck it

If this post gets 30k notes I'll ask to go see a therapist.

[iwasbored777]

We're not appreciating the Weird Barbie enough. It's said in the movie that she helps everyone who need help while they always see her as someone who's not as good as them. She was friends with all dismissed Barbies and Kens, was there to offer support and safe shelter for everyone who needed it in Kendom, without her nothing in the movie would've been alright. When Stereotypical Barbie calls her "ugly and unwanted" she still helps her.

She was representing a woman in women's world who was pushed aside by other women because she didn't fit in but still had more wisdom and kindness than everyone who thought they're better than her.