#written at night and not edited at all

[yerbamansa]

Wrote a little thing last night on my phone because I keep thinking about it. What if I shoved all my sad feelings about the bunny dying into Stede and made it a meetcute in the end, as one does? Everything is an AU, blah blah blah.

Under a cut for pet death, depression thoughts.

Stede hadn't expected Arthur to die.

The funny little guy with the soft face and floppy ears left poop on the floor and a hole in Stede's heart.

He wasn't even sure about getting a rabbit in the first place. Always figured he was more of a cat guy, maybe, except Mary was allergic so they never had one. Then the divorce, and then the kids pleading for a pet, and then the shelter event at the pet store where the most beautiful man he'd ever seen showed him how to handle a bunny, gentle and easy as anything. Told him about a Facebook group that was good for questions and congratulated Arthur on finding his forever home.

So he'd brought Arthur back to his two bedroom apartment and given him run of the place. Coaxed him to jump up on the couch for cuddles and treats. Got used to the little guy being underfoot, especially in the kitchen. Stede found himself eating more green vegetables just because he could share. Habits that became ingrained over time. 

The rabbit was for the kids, sure, but Stede was Arthur's human. He had never really been anyone's human, not really, so Arthur occupied a very special place in Stede's heart.

And then, one morning, Arthur didn't want to eat breakfast. Not even pellets or treats. Stede brought him to the vet, gave all the meds he was prescribed, paid for the tests he was told to get, and then…

Well. No one to appreciate his kale stems and strawberry tops anymore. No one to look out for under the desk chair. No one to appear at 7 o'clock on the dot, eyes shining, to remind him about dinner.

The kids were sad, of course. And his friends were kind. No one made him feel bad about mourning something as silly as a pet bunny. (He'd excised anyone who might've ages ago, around the same time as the divorce.)

Thing was, Stede had been sad and lonely for a while. Arthur was good company, a reason to get up in the morning, but his loss felt bigger than that. And yet, he felt it in all the little ways, the crevices of his day, the way he didn't have to check a water dish or close a door at night. All the small ways he'd made space in his life for the love of a tiny creature. Like it was the last good thing in his daily life to go.

The mourning held so much more than that one loss. But it was the part that anyone else understood.

It took him weeks to clean out all of Arthur's stuff, all the little oops stains and fur piles and scattered hay. Part of it was just feeling tired. Part of it was wanting to feel that wave of sadness and loss from seeing the mess left behind, just a little longer.

Eventually he decided it was time to try again. No bunny could be Arthur, he was certain, but he could make new friends. Probably.

He spent time on the website of the local rescue that he'd adopted Arthur from, sent a few emails about different bunnies, and made plans to visit an adoption event to meet a few.

There, sitting in a pen with a fuzzy gray thing with jet-black ears, was him. The beautiful man who helped him find Arthur.

"I'm here for the adoption event?" he said timidly. He wasn't even looking at the rabbits, all sitting in their little pens kitted out with colorful blankets.

The man set down the rabbit and stood up. "Great," he said, brushing some of the fur off his shirt (but not all, never all). "I'm Ed, who are you here to meet?"

Stede swallowed. You, he thought.

[spacemothes]

The Sun/Moon (fnaf) fandom to In Stars and time pipeline needs to be studied in a lab.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[daddy-long-legssss]

Suck It and See

"That is something that I started writing when we were recording those Submarine tracks. It just sort of came to me that melody and chorus, it’s quite Beach Boys-y which is something I’ve been listening to a lot recently, and always have. We decided to make it the title track quite near the end – once the pedals thing didn’t really come off. When we played it to someone earlier they were asking us about the fizzy drink reference in that where it says “dandelion and burdock” – a lot of people don’t get that and don’t realise what it is. Something I like the idea of is putting colloquialisms where they feel strange – especially in some of the other tunes like the fuzzy, heavier ones, it feels quite funny when you can drop in something very British next to ‘Raw Power’ guitars."

[x]

[hazellvsq]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hazel Levesque & Leo Valdez Characters: Hazel Levesque, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Frank Zhang, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Gaea (Percy Jackson), Gleeson Hedge, Sammy Valdez Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Book 3: The Mark of Athena (Heroes of Olympus), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Graphic Depiction of Burn Wounds, hazel and leo's cosmic connection takes a turn for the worse, Unhappy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:

“Does it normally take you five minutes to notice that you set someone on fire?” Percy asked.

 Hazel and Leo need to find out what connects them together, but Gaea arrives in the flashback they share, and nothing is the same.

[ivalice-tifalucis]

With the release of From The Rehearsal Room - Tokyo to Ramin's youtube I finally, finally, continue and finish this side project I'm doing.

Initially, I used AI to mastered it because the first version I got from bilibili were not in good quality but I wasn't satisfied and I found the much better quality. But with Ramin uploaded it to youtube, I re did all the mastering just with audacity for both Part 1 and Part 2. The Part 2 is still from the better version I found from bilibili, by the way.

What you need to do is just download the file and put it on your music player. The metadata is all completed as if it's whole legit album. Enjoy, guys!!

And I'm being weird so all the lyrics that are put there are from my listening although I still use what I found online but I still listened and compared. They made few ad-libs and changes and I notice because for the songs that I wasn't familiar, the lyric that I found online and what they sang was slightly different. Perhaps they sing the newer version of the lyrics or mistakes? Even each Sheytoons songs they sing one in both parts differ from the ones I found online.

Another sample from my favorite:

Source and Credits Part 1 | Part 2 (Ramin's upload) Album cover Photos

Vocal & Guitar: Ramin Karimloo, Hadley Fraser Piano: Ryohei Mori

[aprilblossomgirl]

MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT (2022-2023) | ep. 12 [finale]

Last day of school: Good morning. This is the last day you have to put up with my morning speech. And it’s the last day of our high school lives. I'd like to congratulate those who already know their next path. I'm also rooting for those who are still finding their paths. I hope you all get to do what you want. Good luck, everyone. [Tinn Tinnaphob Jirawatthanakul - Student Body President] 

[likeasurgeon]

What's ur fav foxszn song, it's sooo hard to choose between nepo baby and last night they both slap so hard

IT IS SO DIFFICULT FOR ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM 😵‍💫 I have a lot of thoughts abt the two since they're the most recent songs Danny (er Fox Szn) has released...

Both Nepo Baby and Last Night are incredible comedy songs, while Nepo Baby is centered around a comedic theme, Last Night is a genre parody of 2010s recession pop and both are executed SO WELL.

Nepo Baby is also extremely catchy and the punchlines in the song are SO perfect the way he builds them up before executing them is 👌!! Last Night does a great job of over exaggerating the typical 2010s pop theme of "living tonight like its our last night" and incorporating party themes/"working hard". Both are just so good I absolutely love Danny's lyricism in his comedy songs he's so talented when it comes to writing funny and catchy comedy music 🥰

Sorry for rambling but all in all I'd have to pick Nepo Baby cuz I have 5k plays for the song and it's the best thing Danny's ever written (Last Night is def right next to it tho the genre parody is 🥰💕)

[scionshtola]

with certainty

summary: Corisande was forced to heal her own injuries following their battle in Cape Westwind. Y'shtola is none too impressed with the job they did. pairing: Corisande Ymir/Y'shtola Rhul (pre-relationship) word count: 1666 | read on ao3 notes: everything about healing in here i made up. and supplemented with things i saw on grey's anatomy. sorry in advance. and spoilers for the end of ARR. [divider credit]

Behind Corisande, Castrum Meridianum loomed in the distance, the glow of its shields bright against the night sky. Before them, the Alliance troops prepared for the next phase of Operation Archon, spurred on by their successes at the other Garlean outposts thus far. Corisande watched them work, running here and there, voices blending with the sounds of weapons being tended.

If all went well, the troops in front of her would engage the Garlean forces outside while Corisande snuck into the stronghold and disabled its magitek shield generator. If it did not go well, if Corisande let down all of the brave people before her, those willing to risk their lives on the misplaced hope that she succeeded—

They shut their eyes, pushing the thought away. There was always a way for things to go wrong. Now was not the time to dwell on the possibilities.

“Ah, there is our Warrior of Light.”

Searing hot metal closed over Corisande’s wrist. Rhitahtyn sas Arvina stood over them, yanked the chain that linked them and sent them stumbling toward him. She dug her heels into the ground, struggling for purchase in the mud and the grass, churned together by his relentless attacks. It was no use. He was far bigger than them, far more prepared for battle in close quarters, and the manacle on their wrist was blisteringly hot. Pain greater than any they had ever felt before radiated through their arm. She needed distance, needed time to cast, needed her hands free—

“Corisande,” he sneered down at her. Around them, the battlefield was ablaze, flames licking their body as they continued to struggle. She aimed her grimoire at his head, tried to shove him away, anything to create the time and space to cast a spell. If I can just summon Titan… “Are you well?”

They blinked, and the flames receded. The manacle fell from their wrist, leaving behind a phantom pain, as if their skin had been scalded all over again—but it did not truly hurt, not anymore. They had made sure of it.

“Corisande?” Y’shtola’s voice broke through the haze of imagined pain. Where Rhitahtyn towered over her a moment ago, Y’shtola stood peering up at her, her fingers wrapped loosely around their wrist.

“I’m fine,” they answered, and tried to cover the suspiciously quick response with a smile. She tugged her arm free, the tips of Y’shtola’s fingers trailing along the back of her hand, and let it fall to her side, fighting against the urge to cradle it protectively against her chest.

Unsurprisingly, Y’shtola did not seem convinced. She trained her gaze on them, unwavering, concern evident in her bright teal eyes, and reached for their arm again. She took it with a practiced hand, pushing their sleeve back to reveal the web of mottled scars encircling their wrist, a wide, morbid bracelet, the tendrils of which stretched across the back of their hand. 

“When did this happen?” Her touch was firm but gentle as she turned their arm over, examining the scarring from all sides. 

Corisande hesitated, reluctant to do or say anything that might distract from the next phase of the mission. Reluctant to relive the pain in the retelling of it. But she has kept little from Y’shtola in the course of their friendship and as much as she wished not to speak of it, she did not wish to hide it from her either. 

 “A few bells ago,” they finally admitted. “At Cape Westwind. I am afraid I got a little too close to my adversary.”

“A few bells...” Y’shtola prodded at the scars, her eyes narrowing when Corisande did not react. She turned their hand over and skimmed her fingers along the inside of their wrist, brushing the singed edges of what was left of their wrist wrappings. They had not found a moment to replace them since the battle, swept from one task to the next as they were.

“Pray, which healer is responsible for this remarkably poor work?” The sharpness of her words contrasted the gentle hold she kept on their arm. “I should like to have a word with them. A burn so deep as this one appears to have been would take hours to heal properly.”

Corisande would laugh, if it did not feel like so much work. If her skin did not itch, did not feel stretched taut over her bones, fragile and paper thin, at war with the ironic spark of warmth blooming in her chest. Still, that Y’shtola should take such immediate offense to the shoddy quality of care they received was enough to bring a small, fond smile to their face. If only they had someone else to blame. “I will keep that in mind for next time.”

Y’shtola’s eyes widened, gaze flicking between their face and their scar. “You healed yourself?” she asked, at once both incredulous and irritated. “Reforming the layers of skin, repairing the nerves, not to mention the debridement—the pain would have been excruciating. Even more so if not given time to rest between stages. Why did you not come to me?”

Corisande had hardly been able to take two steps after defeating Rhitahtyn, the pain had been so overwhelming. They had tried—one foot in front of the other, just until they reached the others, but they hardly knew where they were going, the pain blinding them to everything around them. Every step had jostled their arm, lightning bolts of pain emanating from their wrist. She’d held her arm to her chest, but every brush of her open wound against her clothes had set her wrist aflame all over again. It had been impossible to think straight.

They had only meant to heal it enough that they could think about something else. Anything else. But Y’shtola was right—the pain of healing had been excruciating, so much so she could hardly keep her eyes open to watch. But she had. She’d watched as the seared bits of her gloves fell from the wound, grit her teeth as the skin began to reform. They had meant to stop, meant to leave the rest until they could find a real healer—until they could find Y’shtola.

But they had never had much control over their healing, had always neglected the study of it for the more interesting act of summoning. She could hardly tell what she was doing, her own cries ringing in her ears, unwilling tears blurring her vision. It had been hard to see, so hard to think about anything but the pain—until there was no pain at all.

“I only meant to make it bearable,” Corisande answered, meeting Y’shtola’s gaze. Her expression flickered, melting from a borderline scowl into softer concern as she looked into their eyes. It lasted only a moment, and then she dropped her gaze to their wrist once more. She prodded at it with cool fingers, then pressed hard against their skin, almost a pinch, pursing her lips when Corisande gasped.

“‘Tis not the prettiest work, but your nerves are intact,” she said neutrally, and let their arm drop to their side.

“You could have just asked.” Corisande rubbed her wrist, though she could not quite hide her amusement at Y’shtola’s straightforward approach. In fact, she found something rather comforting in her lack of gentle bedside manner.

 “Had you proper knowledge of healing magicks, there would be far less scarring,” Y’shtola continued, as if Corisande had not spoken. “But we must make do with what talents we have on the battlefield. That you have healed is of greater import than the manner in which it was done.”

“Come to me should you need any further healing,” she added, in a tone that brooked no argument from Corisande, then narrowed her eyes at them. “But do not expect that I will let you get away with subpar healing forever. A mage of your skill should know how to properly heal themself.”

The laugh that Corisande had struggled to produce moments ago burst easily from her lips now. “I look forward to your lessons, Master Y’shtola.”

Y’shtola smiled, pleased, a touch of mischief in her eyes, and Corisande’s heart swelled with affection, an answering grin forming on their lips. Until Y’shtola’s eyes darted over their shoulder, at the fortress still looming over them, returning to the forefront of their mind all the worries that had fallen to the side when she had first touched them. 

“I would prefer that you rest, but there is still work to be done,” Y’shtola said, staring up at Castrum Meridianum with steel in her eyes. Corisande turned to face the fortress, and for a moment they stood side by side in silence, contemplating the task before them. One more step on the path to Eorzean liberation.

Y’shtola grasped Corisande’s hand. This time she did not look away when their eyes met, and instead returned their gaze with an assurance in her eye that calmed them. “I will see you when you return, Corisande,” she said, giving their hand a comforting squeeze before slipping away to resume her duties amongst the troops.

Corisande took one last look at the looming castrum and let the sound of the battle preparations taking place behind her wash over her. The fate of Eorzea, of everyone behind them, very likely rested on their shoulders. The thought was nearly enough to send them running for the forest they had come from. 

Instead, she turned toward the crowd of people working behind her. Cid was somewhere amongst them, beginning the preparations for the infiltration, and it was past time she sought him out to assist. 

They worked their way through the encampment, a certainty rising within them as they walked. Y’shtola was right—they would see each other again. They were as sure of it as Y’shtola seemed to be herself. 

And they found, suddenly, that they could bear anything, so long as they had that to hold on to.

[schrijverr]

Tomorrow is my deadline for the first draft of my MA thesis, the fact that no one stopped me from writing this much fanfiction while I should have been working on my thesis is both highly criminal and very much appreciated

[yiangchen]

today i tried to explain to my coworker all of the different versions of midnights because she didn't understand. i was like alright so first we have the standard edition of midnights okay? thirteen tracks. released in october of 2022 at midnight.

then we have the 3am edition. released at 3am the same night as a surprise. includes all 13 tracks plus seven new 3am tracks okay? makes sense? okay good. alright.

then we have the target exclusive known as the lavender edition, which consists of the original 13 tracks plus three bonus tracks. one of them is an entirely new song hits different. the other two are you're on your own, kid (strings remix) and sweet nothing (piano remix), which are two of the standard tracks. these three tracks were not available on streaming. note: sweet nothing (piano remix) is really also a strings remix, there's no added piano just added strings, but for some reason, it's referred to as a piano remix...not a strings remix...but i digress!!

fast forward to may of 2023 and the til dawn edition comes out. includes the 13 standard tracks, the seven 3am tracks, one of the target lavender edition bonus tracks hits different (but not the other two bonus track remixes of you're on your own, kid and sweet nothing), a new version of snow on the beach featuring more lana del rey (because people were upset that lana didn't have a verse on the og version of the song on the standard edition), and a remix of karma featuring ice spice.

but wait!!! there's more. on the same day in may, taylor also released the late night edition. includes the 13 standard tracks and then eight "late night tracks", which are actually just five of the seven 3am tracks (excluding paris and glitch for some reason...), a new song you're losing me (from the vault), snow on the beach (featuring more lana) and karma (featuring ice spice). for some reason, hits different is not included and is only on the til dawn edition despite the other two til dawn edition songs (snow on the beach ft more lana and karma ft ice spice) being on the late night edition. also, the til dawn edition was available on streaming, but the late night edition was only available to buy as a CD or as a digital download, so....

this was a wild day because we finally got hits different on streaming, but then the new song you're losing me wasn't on streaming. an absolute tragedy!!

but hey! don't worry. you're losing me will be released. fast forward again to the end of the year and taylor releases you're losing me as a midnights single as a thank you for winning spotify artist of the year 2023.

you're losing me is not on any of the albums on streaming though. it just kind of exists on its own. yeah, no. there's not a single album actually that includes every single song.

oh and also? those remixes of you're on your own, kid and sweet nothing? still only available on the target lavender edition. yeah no. they probably won't ever be on streaming.

[gardenoblues]

I promise to be productive once all this sht is over.

[abstractlesbian]

To: me

From: me

SHUT THE FUCK UP

GO TO FUCKING SLEEP

CLOSE TUMBLR

Stop typing and deleting discourse and vent posts ur hudt gonna delete bc u cant word thibgd fhe way you need fo stop it stop it stop it stop it you dont have the brain power to b wordy rn and ur just pissibg urself off gonto sleep u stupid bitch ur letting the stress win

Everything is fine!!!!! No one is dyijg, transphobia at work situation is resolved, work is accomodating ur stupid back injury, moms cancer is in remission, u have the best job youve ever had, you have great friends and rachel, you can relax u are fine u are safe no one is getting cancer bc u did or didnt do xyz lots of ppl in ur family and circles are getting cancer bc its a genetic thing worseened by environmental factors and ppl are getting older and it happens ur not making it happen.

And also life has been kinda miserable despite thijgs being stable, ppl have died and u never get enough time to grieve before the next loss or health crisis to yourslef or someone u love, ur exhausted, ur a mess, its ujderstandable its ok to let urself be upset but please jesus christ snap out of life and desth panic mode

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[puckpocketed]

MUSTANGS @ BRAVE

5 (31 SOG) - 2 (46 SOG)

END game.

The score won’t show how hard the boys worked. after a sluggish first period, the Brave were finally put on the scoresheet through Cangelosi’s efforts. With this, new life was breathed into the team, who rallied for a much stronger second and third. The Brave are still missing their captain — an irreplaceable presence on the ice. Special teams were once again the difference maker — though the Mustangs couldn’t stay out of the penalty box, giving up 6 power play opportunities, the Brave only managed to convert on one. Third period onwards was a shooting gallery, in which the Brave managed to keep the puck coming at Flodell relentlessly. Unfortunately, the bounces weren’t in their favour tonight. An empty-netter seals the evening. All that’s left is to turn our eyes on tomorrow’s match and hope the Brave can end the weekend series on a win. MUSTANGS EXPLODE <3

[callixton]

sorry for being insane abt my own fic but i forgot i said that. anything that’s mended is but patched virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin & sin that amends is but patched with virtue!!!!!! anyone else up being normal abt shakespeare’s fools