#yikes @ myself

[slfcare]

after it has been new, scary and uncomfortable, it’s going to be okay. isn’t that what we’re doing it for?

[care666bear]

[gaygardner]

Buddie + (almost) hand holding

[caliblorn]

Hi @thistlebane, I'm your (extremely late) back-up Santa!! Hopefully this humble Mazoga offering will be enough to ask for forgiveness... I have a tendency to simplify (or dumbify) complex armour, so I hope you don't mind the inaccuracy! She was very fun to draw.

[eumivrse]

warning(s) pure angst, jjk chapter 120 SPOILERS

arguments with kento are always the worst.

you’ve learned over the years that you’d probably prefer it if he would just scream back when he’s mad rather than being dead silent.

because when he’s angry, he doesn’t speak. he just gives you space to cool off, then he always makes sure to kiss you before you sleep. a way to let you know that tomorrow is a new day and he still loves you the same even if things are heated; that you can always talk it out with him.

you hate it because he always, always apologizes first even if it’s your fault sometimes, but you always appreciated his way of communicating. it’s as if he would rather take the jab every time than have you mad at him.

however, he couldn’t do so that day— october 31, 2018. he had to go to shibuya and left with tension between the two of you. you don’t even remember what exactly you argued about— all you recall was that it ended with you both saying something that could’ve easily passed as unforgivable, words specifically chosen to wound each other’s feelings.

and as per, kento gave you your space and left with you having the last word.

except you never got that good night’s kiss.

when news reached you, you didn’t even react. how could you? the last words you said to him was “then leave already,” with the coldest, meanest tone you’ve ever spoken to him in.

you just stared at the wall for what seemed like days. people were calling you non stop, but your phone was turned off. you hadn’t even left your shared bedroom. the comforter still had his scent on it and you’re afraid that it’ll disappear if you get up for even a minute and then his passing will feel real.

it wasn’t until ino stopped by to drop off his cellphone— one of the only traces he left that night— that you did something else besides laying down. you stared at kento’s scuffed lock screen, sitting at the dim dining room table.

his wallpaper was a photo of you. he took it while you were eating in the very place you’re sitting in right now and you begged him for days to delete it. he insisted that you looked pretty so you let him be. he’d always been like that, so stern with others but he had such a soft spot for you.

you knew his password because it was your anniversary date, then the messaging app opened as soon as you punched the numbers in. it’s your chat, the last conversation you had on there was him asking if you wanted to eat outside because he was free the next morning and you obliged. that was the night before you had an argument the next day and lunch plans were cancelled.

he had an unsent message— all typed out, but he never pressed the send button for some reason.

he was apologizing for hurting you.

he said that he knows it’s been tough for you these days and how he should’ve seen the signs sooner instead of thinking everything’s okay.

then he apologized again for not being able to kiss you goodnight, and for being a shitty husband that couldn’t tend to his wife’s needs.

the message concluded with “i miss you, my precious girl. make sure to eat and sleep well, i’ll make it up to you soon.”

kento’s death hadn’t hit your reality until those words on the screen registered in your mind. your dry, pale lips from barely drinking water trembled, eyes welled up in tears for the first time since you found out. so many different emotions crashed over you in such little time, your chest felt tight and you let go of his phone, clattering onto the wooden table.

“then leave already,” replayed in your mind over and over and the way his face turned pale from your harsh words. with how things turned out, it almost sounded like you were sending him on death’s row and it made you feel like you’re responsible somehow.

guilt loomed over you like a stormy cloud for making him feel like he wasn’t good enough for you and you wonder how different the future might’ve turned out if you’ve at least gave him a hug before he left.

if you could’ve just set your pride aside and kissed him goodbye like he does with you before you sleep.

and if he still loved you the same at his final moments.

[yikes-strikes-again]

i was sad last night because i got to the end of volume 12 of the mob psycho official english translation and there aren't going to be any more books until january and then i saw this panel and laughed for 30 minutes

[drivinmeinsane]

My top ten favorite shots of Officer K's hands.

[angelpuns]

redrew a bunch of angels from like pre-2020 cause I was thinking bout em today :) The bottom girlies are lesbian angels and I still love their designs :)

Also the two traditional drawings are like..the very first angel I ever drew and some amgic lady. From 2012 at the earliest. So yeah. Enjoy. I like redrawing things, it makes me very happy :)

[themeraldee]

when lasering the plane's control panel is just an oopsie moment

[daisywords]

anyway my stance on "reading the classics" basically boils down to the fact that what is or is not defined as "a classic" is somewhat arbitrary, and therefore it makes no sense to treat "the classics" as some sort of uniform genre that you either like or dislike. Whether you liked Great Expectations has no bearing on whether you'll like 1984 or Rebecca or Pride and Prejudice or East of Eden or Frankenstein or Crime and Punishment. Because those are all vastly different books. "I don't want to read Classics; they're all boring and probably sexist or something." <<free yourself from the arbitrary category of "classic." It just means a lot of people liked the book. You might not. but you might. Treat it as an individual title.

[korrasamibottles]

Whatever you do‼️don't think about Asami rattling around in that big old mansion after her dad went to prison. I feel like she probably would've been too nice to let any of the household staff go until she literally ran out of money, so it was probably just her and the maids and cooks trying to ignore that big empty space Hiroshi used to fill. She must've been so damn lonely on top of dealing with the trauma of having her dad try to kill her, and I wonder if it was some kind of relief when Mako & Bolin's family came to stay with her.

[lionbearfox]

thanks honkai star rail for the top notch third wheel experience

[uncanny-tranny]

I just heard this ad that says therapy is just "learning how to love yourself," and quite honestly, I disagree with that sentiment. I think it puts uneeded pressure on people to "love themselves."

I don't think you need to love yourself to benefit from therapy, and therapy shouldn't just be "learning to love yourself." It certainly is beneficial for some people to learn skills that we call self-love, like setting boundaries, hygiene that works for you, eating full and balanced meals that you enjoy, for instance, but that doesn't need to include this air of being in love with yourself.

I think therapy is about learning how to live with yourself. You don't have to love your flatmates (for example), but you often respect them as people. So, you'll clean up after yourself, and you'll communicate with them, and you'll even make small talk with them. That's kind of how I see therapy. You don't have to love yourself, but you often need to learn how to respect yourself, and I think those are slightly different things.

[plumadot]

random youtube video essay on the slay the princess game somehow calls me out on my fear of being perceived as a person of multitudes/having a complex personality instead of just doing my best to show that single personality trait that people happen to enjoy

[mercymaker]

man I've truly been cringeposting on this site for over a decade huh

[tategaminu]

Ya know, I find super cute that Rayla and Callum don’t fight in S5, not once. They don’t even bicker. It’s the only season (TTM included) where this doesn’t happen. Now, I’m not saying good couples don’t fight, that’s impossible but like, in S4 we see Callum getting angry or antagonizing her over the smallest stuff, just to have an excuse to be mad and because he’s hurting but S5? He could have been mad in the bow scene but he just doesn’t. He gets mad at Opeli instead. He just acts patient and doesn't think any ill of Rayla's actions. In Rayla’s case she never resents him over his behaviour in S4 and even understands the way he acted, these two aren’t fully together yet and they act more united and patient with each other than ever :,)