#which is the hard part :l

[dkettchen]

Today I not so much learned that, as figured out which, one of my uni course mates worked on Nimona as a modeller x’D

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[13eyond13]

Death note ask #26

26. Saddest moment for your favourite character:

For L in the anime I feel like it's the part where he goes to Watari a little bit before his death scene, and Watari is like, "Ryuzaki, what's wrong?" and then it just fades out without explaining anything more. Gets me in the feels to think that L really would not have had ANYBODY else to talk to or to trust in his more lonely and anxiety-ridden moments like that.

In the manga I feel very sad when he's lying there on the floor and then we see his eyes finally close for the first and only/last time ever onscreen. Arghhh, I don't even usually get emotional about L's death anymore, because I'm just so incredibly used to it as a fact of life now, but it's actually kinda getting to me right now just thinking about it all again in that sense...

[Death Note ask meme]

[deus-ex-mona]

how long will chapter 5 even be my g o s h

[i-am-thevoid]

shout out to my coworker for triggering my 30 minute SL-1 Accident cutscene, and to all the crew chiefs that looked ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED the whole time lmao

[m--bloop]

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[cyberfunsupporter]

s/oljiwan is like o/ngsasun if they were good and had good development and a good ending and 😸 literally anything good actually

[byanyan]

...staring at my drafts and realizing i should perhaps consider pausing on answering ask prompts to start getting caught back up on those instead bc the number is back in the 40s & i just found a starter i completely forgot about bc it got lost on the second page :x

[smallblueandloud]

we watched "war crimes" tonight and the cliff calley storyline was so heartbreaking that i thought "ooh, the only thing that would make this better would be sense8 au schenanigans" and so now i have a draft about that??

it's technically complete, but it needs severe editing for the pacing. which is interesting to me, because recently i haven't been feeling like my fics need pacing editing? whereas in the past, pacing was the MAJOR thing i had to edit. so i was excited about potentially having Figured Out Pacing!

i think the secret is that i've been writing an extremely stripped-back narration style recently. my issues with pacing have always been with pov introspection -- i tend to write too much, or put it in the wrong place. so the stripped-back style feels much better and snappier to me. it's also just plain easier, since i have fewer tools that i can use to mess with the pacing (basically just dialogue tags and physical action). it's harder to mess up.

but writing josh's pov had me instinctively go back into the introspection -- and i don't think that's bad! i prefer introspection for something like this. the stripped-back lets me imply stuff, but sometimes a character is just someone who says things outright to themself, or maybe i think it's more effective to just say something outright. so i'm happy to get the chance to cultivate the skill again, it's just interesting, being faced with how much easier i find the newer style.

[quicktimeeventfull]

also i WILL say that vacuum sealing your analysis and consumption of media off from its wider context is not a neutral thing to do — like there are genuinely valid reasons to do it but it often (intentionally or otherwise) ends up reinforcing existing systems of oppression & erasure.

this also doesn’t mean you have to be Serious and Critical all the time, but rather that it’s worth just generally being open to the fact that all media exists within the world and can’t be separated from it. you don’t have to be actively deconstructing or problematizing things or explicitly acknowledging them to be participating in them. in fact, i think it’s a huge problem that Being Aware Of Existing Systems Of Oppression is so often equated with being critical and serious. you can also be fun and silly and shallow. it doesn’t have to be a big deal. most of the time it’s not.

[pepprs]

god my throat is raw from yelling / panicking. And part of me is wary wondering if it’ll happen again. omgggg

[l-wilbourn]

If Light was gay, L would know.

read him like a book

[jaberfamily]

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[facelessfractal]

I feel as though we on constantly on the cusp of some feral breakdown and just throwing ourself off the 3rd story and i cannot help but think maybe there is something that should be done about that? Like. There should be a medication or some kind of help for that kind of thing

[mechanichuntsman]

manananggal x witch maybe maybeee

[suguae]

Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like. 

And perhaps that's what it was. 

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong. 

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–” 

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted. 

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later. 

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer. 

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it. 

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi. 

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.” 

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch. 

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking. 

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

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