#yam yam i love u

[mxwhore]

https://www.tumblr.com/blog-of-horribleness/699658509707575296 this post made me think of martin and amayas so i had to share

HELPFUL BABY

[mumuqings]

tgcf book spoilers, but one mu qing and xie lian snippet that I think about a lot is this one, at the start of xie lian’s second banishment when he’s surprised to hear mu qing being described as generous and kind:

as opposed to this memory from before his first ascension when mu qing started giving out cherries to the kids in the city:

I think it just really goes to show 1) how deeply mq’s actions truly affected xl and what he thought of him, but also 2) just how different mq and xl are fundamentally in the way that they think and approach things.

I don’t have a lot of commentary on xl that hasn’t already been said, but bc we get the story from xl’s pov, we see a lot of mq’s actions being framed as selfish or suspicious (which is fair, bc again, we know how much his actions hurt xl), but we also see a lot of misconstrued kindness, like in book 8 where it’s revealed that he knocked out fx in order to save him. it’s also pretty obvious how much mq still cares abt xl, with how quickly he volunteers as fu yao and the lengths he goes to protect him when he deems hc a threat, so I also think it’s very likely that mq leaving the trio first was exactly what he said it was — that he thought becoming a junior official, ascending quickly, would be the best way to take care of not just his mother, but also xl, fx, the king and queen, and himself, and so in a way, him leaving was him acting on his kindness. but ofc it doesn’t work out, and he spends the next 800 years fighting w/ fx about it, defending himself, his decisions, and his kindness, and nitpicking the accuracies of his statues while he himself remains completely misunderstood by the two people he probably cares abt the most.

and idk, I guess I just think that’s probably a really lonely way to spend 800 years.

[datingdonovan]

a/n: wake up. food's ready. just sat here for a few minutes and rehabbed an old draft that was probably based on this fabulous onceler drabble, I think? also VERY pg13... not really any explicit sex but. it's a lot about sex. my blog and my writing used to be so sfw but cece is back after her most recent troubling sexual relationship and is probably sexier than ever. he he ha ha help me. I hope you enjoy. also reader is gn but does get called beautiful so if that feels gendered or triggering to you please be aware! also mentions of tipsy/inebriated sex!!!! so dubcon in that way? I tried to make everyone not drunk drunk but if tipsy sex is slimy for you watch out for that too

10:45AM

Yamaguchi wakes up slowly, eyes halfway open, naked body warm. And then he remembers what happened. The muscles in his body all tense at once, and it takes every fiber of his being to stay still. No no no no no. That hadn't happened. Shit. That hadn't happened, right?

But it had. His palm is resting on the soft skin of your hip and despite his best efforts he's squeezing lightly, so fucking nervous, and you're squirming toward him, still asleep, smiling softly, and it had, it had happened, oh god, it had.

Fuck. His ears are ringing with anxiety. What had happened? What had happened? He hadn't drank nearly enough last night for this to possibly have fucking happened.

And the information floods his mind as you nuzzle closer to his chest, your skin flush against his, a soft kiss where your mouth meets his shoulder. You, Tsukki, Tsukki breaking up with you — meanly, meaner than was necessary. You, Yamaguchi, and Tsukki, best friends, best friends since freshman year and Tsukki dating you and Yamaguchi shutting up and enduring it and you feeling tired of Tsukki's pretentiousness and his mean jokes and you telling Yamaguchi about it and Yamaguchi telling Tsukki about it and instead of fixing it making it worse and then you. You. YOU.

You with no more Tsukki, crying into his shoulder, and saying you just want to fuck someone. You're not even angry, you knew this was coming, you just want to fuck someone to forget. And Yamaguchi, the ever-loving asshole that he is, saying yes, yes, that makes sense, instead of saying, no, it's a bad idea. And then your dorm room, and then your sheets, and then your skin, god, your fucking skin. And now probably a hundred missed calls from Tsukki when Yamaguchi can chance a look at his phone, and the swirling feeling of bile coming up his throat, but what the fuck was he supposed to do? Wouldn't anyone have done the same?

He'd been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you, and in better, kinder ways than Tsukki, he knew. You were so beautiful, a ray of sunshine, someone who deserved the world, and to be treated with tenderness, and care. Tsukki just treated you like he did any other adoring idiot who was obsessed with him. Yamaguchi knew you deserved someone who was obsessed with you, and he knew he could be that. He knew he could love you. He had to constantly fucking remind Tsukki how you took your coffee in the morning, and what your favorite flavor of ice cream was, and that it did in fact matter when he got home if you were waiting up for him, and that you actually cared about him more than he knew and he shouldn't be wasting this opportunity treating you like an annoyance, like you didn't deserve his attention. Hell, with everything Yamaguchi tried to do to make sure you were treated right, you might as well have been dating him the whole time.

And he hated how his heart twinged with jealousy every time you chose his best friend over him, but he let it happen, because he loved you, even though he just fucking knew that wasn't how it was supposed to be. And then last night, everyone was tipsy, and you were crying, and he saw the chance to show you what really being loved could look like, and he took it. Fuck.

You mumble something soft and sweet against his shoulder and he remembers what he said last night with you on top of him, the only thing he could find the words to say, in every cadence he could think of, even after you laughed and told him to stop:

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you."

Yamaguchi swallows hard.

It hadn't been sex. It had been love. And that was so, so much worse.

[jrueships]

negligent mother

[weezerlvr228]

pork and beans as performed live at wonderfront!

[bluestation]

Do you think Franky has muscle dysmorphia? He kept remaking himself to look bigger and stronger. Maybe that's because he never wants to feel small and weak again, like that time when he was facing the Puffing Tom...

hmmm, i see what you mean 🥲 being physically strong enough to protect and push back against the world is clearly really important to him, and the associated grief from that must've weighed really heavily on him as he built himself much bigger into BF36, and again in his post-timeskip upgrade— i think it's a super interesting part of his character we could talk loads about,,,

i do also really like though how, at least by the time the strawhats come around, he seems to genuinely enjoy and take pride in his body as like a strong self-controlled canvas for his dreams, even more so post-2y (what with how he's proven himself with 36 and unfreezes the BF numbers + escapes from a human shape) :,-))) i've always thought it would be cool if he eventually builds himself up to be as tall as tom was, just for the sake of it.

i guess i'd like to think he's found a certain kind of peace haha but honestly, super interesting take TTTT thank you for sharing!

[salmoncakepls]

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[milkbreadtoast]

Saw you like asks, so!

First of all, I love your art, it's just plain gorgeous and the guilty challenge was AMAZING. Whenever I see it I just stare at the drawings for a few minutes. You did a fantastic job with Cédric's face and shirt and hair. And Yeseo and Christelle are so perfect too! Your art is one of the reasons I finally ended reading TWSB and you make me love them so much!

Anyways, I wanted to know which character do you like to draw the most? (Including your OCs cuz those are super cute/pretty too)

🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥WAAAH TYSM... sob sob... ty for liking the guilty challenge ones..!!! i like how cedric turned out on that one too hehe.. and omg really?!!? me???😳 the fact that ive been successfully dragging ppl into twsb with me even tho ive gotten into it only recently myself...... *rubs hands together in a sinister and plotting manner*😈🙏

and omg thank u for asking!!! my fav charas to draw are probably milk cookie and yeseo atm... drawing them feels like therapy to me KFJDJ gains healing... they both have similar cute faces tbh(the way i draw them at least)... milk is so much buffer tho💪... and specifically brown haired yeseo w the cardigan is the cutest to me🥺🤎 i wanna draw him again soon kshfsk

and as for OCs... it changes tbh bc since i go in and out of periods where i draw my ocs a bunch in a frenzy and then go months(or longer) w/o drawing them ㅠㅠ but I think seol has always been fun to draw!!! her design is v round and p simple so its relatively easy to draw??? its also fun to draw various expressions on her ^^

[oscarkelfbom]

500th assist on a YAMO goal

[theloveinc]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRpb1xLh/

i don’t know if you take tiktoks on this blog but if you don’t then this is just for the two of us

anyways this is what i imagine princess!reader and knight!denki to be like. unsung hero. back hurting from how much he’s carrying the team in all the ways no one would think about. but like, cripplingly goofy.

(link fs!)

Awww, knight!Denki! A concept I’ve never thought of before... but lowkey I love this (and laughed too fjehksof)

knight!Denki being the smallest and most good natured of his lance fournie (or maybe this is an AU where he's not ganged up with the squad yet?) ... works his flat butt off trying to keep up not realizing he's already one of the strongest. Over-volunteering for more work, to care for the horse... be the team's distraction... but keeping a smile on his face nonetheless.

i'd feel like he'd have all these dreams of marrying you... like he's known by other lances as a playboy, doesn't like... shy away from getting around, but deep down he's very in love with the princess. always shows up to your court (with messy hair, too much weight on his back, looking a lil flabbergasted and silly)... but always with a cute, shy smile and gift for you.

(even if he's a little insecure cuz there's much bigger and tougher knights who aren't the entertainers of the group, who your family seem to favor much more than him.)

but it's hard not to want to talk to him even if you know other royals are watching. trying to hide your giggle when he bows to kiss your hand, or shows you whatever silly thing he picked up in battle; often times a pretty (squished) flower that made him think of you.

ANDDD not to get too into this (bc i think i've lost the point of the tik tok: he's silly and CUTE) ... but i think it would be sweet if like... he ended up running away with the bakusquad right as ur royal relatives are trying to get u to marry... and he comes back for just a quick bit to ask if you want to leave with him🥺🥺🥺 (ofc after all the nights he spends running down to the knight quarters from your room in just his undershorts.)

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thank u so much for sending me this anon!!!

[achilleslyre]

not on my main sideblog (obviously) but i finally have a sasuke url and icon blog that i post to…. the world is so wonderful lovely.

[knittedbond]

all i got out of my birthday was these pics of potato and a really good vegan strawberry oatmeal cake

[causenessus]

HIT 30 TAGS ONCE AGAIN MY LAST TAG WAS JUST GOOD LUCK ON YOUR AP CLASSES MWAH I LOVE YOU RYE THIS WAS SO GOOD YOU'RE THE BEST <3 I LOVE MAC DEMARCO I LOVE YOU!!

the night shift — slow down

day 5 | masterlist | day 7

now playing: heart to heart by mac demarco

"you're late," she hums, with a lilt of tease and jest. she doesn't look up at him. the jingle of the doors opening cues her into fixing her posture, her spine fitting into the shape of her chair. he watches the action but can't quite process it, too overwhelmed with all the sweat and clothes and hair sticking to his skin.

an apology falls from chapped lips instinctively. he slips into the space behind the counter and discards his jacket from his figure, haphazardly throwing it into the break room before taking his usual seat beside her. "practice ran overtime," he heaves out as soon as he settles into his spot. like routine.

it's a slow day. the night shift is busy, for the most part, but there are the rare handful of days where the store is stagnant. they're silent, save for the hums of the heater and the refrigerators and the wind outside the window, and compared to the last shift they'd worked together, it's not so tense. it's light, almost, the burden of unspoken words and misdirected emotions no longer weighing heavily on their shoulders. he basks in it, just for a moment, before she gets up from her chair to busy herself with something, anything to escape the stasis. he follows suit.

restocks are her favorite task, he's noticed. it's her go-to to pass time, when her hands don't know what to do with themselves and her mind runs rampant. the boxes sit beside the snack shelves, the tape sliced open and the flaps lifted, ready to be emptied and organized. his shoulder brushes against hers briefly as he situates himself next to her, leaning into the depths of the first shipment and handing each product to her one by one. they fall into a slow, steady system. he passes. she places.

"remind me why you didn't go pro?" she questions almost a bit too loudly, failing to consider whether or not she's breaching a checkpoint that she isn't meant to pass yet. she notices the stutter in his movements, the flicker of a hitched breath, the avoidant stare. the perspiration still sticks to his forehead from before, evidence of the effort he had been putting into practice moments before clocking in.

kageyama stands, his shoulders rolling back and the bones popping slightly. an inhale through his nose, an exhale through his mouth, and he droops, as if physically bearing the mental baggage of what she presumed to be his passion. "i burned out, i think," he starts. it's barely there, barely audible. "i think i was also just scared. i was becoming someone i didn't recognize, so," he pauses. "i dropped it."

i think, i think, i think, as if he was still unsure in a decision he made years ago. she leans against the shelf with one shoulder, her eyes fixed on his while he fidgets with a bag of candy. "do you regret it?"

"sometimes," he whispers, almost sheepishly. "i do want to seek help for it. yachi recommended therapy, but," he pauses again, placing the candy in his palms into hers. he wills his mind into ignoring the way her hand ghosts over his, but his body can't seem to follow suit, with the ticklish feeling running through his palm and the dusting of pink on the corners of his ears (it's only visible if you look hard enough). the bag is set up neatly on the shelf, in line with all the others of its kind. "id want someone i know to listen to me. someone who actually knows me, not someone who's forced to."

she doesn't ask any more -- she knows not to. her shoes squeak against the tile as she makes her way to the next row, kageyama following behind her with the cart of boxes. they fall back into routine. he passes. she places. again, and again, and again, until it's muscle memory, so much so that they just barely miss the chime of the doors opening.

the pair from across the street -- none other than her two favorite new grounds employees (and his, though he'd never admit that) -- waltz into the building, steaming hot coffees cusped between their gloved hands and thick, wooly scarves (matching, of course) wrapped around their necks. "we thought we'd visit," yamaguchi explains first, taking his and yachi's drinks and placing them on the counter as if the place were their own. "it's slow tonight, and i think i'd rather kill myself than make small talk with our boss."

the two rid themselves of their garments -- the scarves, the coats, the gloves -- and just like the coffee, it all finds itself splayed across the counter.

a warmth spreads through her chest at the sight. it comes again when they all sit behind the register, two spare plastic chairs pulled out for the newfound company. and it rises once more when they all laugh in unison, the sound reverberating in both the store and her heart. it trickles up from the bottom of her ribcage to the top of her head, and with each pass it makes, she feels even lighter.

she wonders where it all was before. the white-hot glow of everything around her washes over the burden of being once riddled in her bones, and she questions the bigger picture that had consumed her life before: the false yearning for what once was, the reminiscence, the overbearing memory of someone that isn't quite her. a soft breath falls from her tongue, and another, and another, and another.

ᡣ𐭩 sooo cheesy LOL. but i loved when i first thought of this chapter bc the vibes were so cute and warm and i needed it to be in this series

ᡣ𐭩 updates r obvs going much slower be of school..... i need to be shot before APs kill me (AP phys and AP calc bc i will always hate you)

ᡣ𐭩 kageyama very often comes in sweaty from practice. do with that what u will

ᡣ𐭩 it's not very common for yachi n yams to come into the store at all. to kind of clarify the relationship btwn yachi yams and yn, it's like online they're oomfs and irl theyre just moots. do u catch my drift. in all srs yn is the one to visit them more often (bc it's new grounds, duh) which is kind of what sparked the household connection (outside of kenhina)

ᡣ𐭩 it's ALSO not very common for kageyama to be asked about the decision that sort of haunts his entire life. his roommates know it's a sore topic, and they were also there when the decision was made, and hinata brings it up way too much already, and it's just such an awkward conversation that they try not to pry too far. which is both great and horrible for kags, bc while he doesn't necessarily want to talk about it all the time (again, the theme of running away from his problems), he knows that bottling it up doesn't help at all

ᡣ𐭩 am i projecting? i guess we'll never know!

ᡣ𐭩 as i'm typing this i'm realizing that i need to finish mezzo forte (might discontinue it to be honest but ARGHHGHGHSD its so close to ending)

ᡣ𐭩 the fall of mezzo forte is like my fall of the roman empire. but this isn't about mezzo forte this is about the night shift

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[finex09]

At a punk/prog rock show at a dingy bar rn and I'm loving every minute of it but I especially loved how one of the bands, at their merch table, had FREE kandi. Like a bunch of bracelets and I was like !!! OMG IF I WOULDVE KNOWN I WOULDVE BROUGHT MY KANDI AND WE COULDVE TRADED!! and the frontgirl was like OMGGG ILL MAKE A SPECIAL ONE FOR YOU NEXT TIME and I almost cried

[presyongasin]

“Lookie!! Do I look smarter now?” she asks, grinning ear to ear

she’s adorable yam, im obsessed with the way u write ur bots (she wore my glasses in during our conversation, i guess she gets to keep it now)

i know it's been months since you released the bot but i'm genuinely never going to recover from the puppy!marley

Pretty. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips, as she raises a hand and runs fingertips over the collar. Her eyes are staring, a little dazed, until a thought occurs to her. "Collar means pretty puppy," She mumbles, glancing up at you. A small, slow nod. "And that means I get a treat," Another nod, a little stronger. "Can I have a treat?" She asks, tone soft and hopeful.

SHE KILLS ME GAH. i love her, the weepy whimpery pathetic little thing that she is

collar means pretty puppy n that means i get a treat oh wowww

just want to curl her up in a little ball and bounce her up n down. roll her into a soccer goal. put her under a lamp n watch her melt like a little puppy and stretch out with a yawn that takes up half her adorably scrunched face as she lazily whines for scratches.

[yamujiburo]

Yam I’ve had a horrible day! I got stood up for a date with a guy I really liked, and then it turned out I was catfished and he wasn’t who he said he was anyway 😭 I love your hanamusa comics, do you have any little sketches or headcanons you haven’t shared before/recently? 💕

I'm sorry you had such a bad day! I hope you're feeling a bit better now <3

I don't have a lot of doodles because I've been so busy this summer but I have some sketches I never finished!

And headcanons? Hmmmm

Although Meowth was usually the one to make Team Rocket's contraptions, Jessie picked up enough to be quite handy herself. She helps fix a lot of the appliances around the house

Delia's incredibly touched starved and subconsciously stands or sits really close to Jessie, always maintaining some sort of contact

After their first journey together, Jessie and Delia started doing smaller daytrips to random spots in Kanto to befriend and learn about Pokémon together. Helpful to satiate Delia's want for adventure and good for Jessie to research for her nursing job

Jessie's not a picky eater at all and Delia knows this but there have been several occasions where Jessie would make herself an awful concoction that she finds delicious and Delia just has to sit there in awe.

Jessie is constantly asking Delia "do u love me?" even after they get married

Despite Mimey not liking Jessie, he and Wobbuffet are best friends. Early in Jessie and Delia's relationship, when they were spending every waking moment with each other, Wobbuffet and Mimey became closer in the slight "absence" of their trainers