#yorself

[i-bring-crack]

Instead of Shen Jiu being popped out of existence or his soul being swiched and ending up on Shen Yuan's body or even being stuck in his world as a ghost, Shen Jiu is actually placed as the system. And as such he must find a way to diverge the plot of PIDW so that the soon to be emperor Luo Binghe doesnt gouge out everything and everyone in his wake.

He utterly hates it, he is in shambles when his best chance is a run of the mill fanboy from the novel that has become sentient enough to warp reality and time. He hates the fact that his soul is now tied to Luo Binghe in technical terms, he hates he has to rewind time each and every single time Shen Yuan fucks it up with his horrid communication skills, he hates the way the player's modern lenguage has rubbed him off past those rewinds, he loathes the fac that he can`t even be himself and has to act like some sort of caricature in order for Shen Yuan to not notice who is derailing his life, and his own as well.

He hates the fact that its his fault the things have become more messed up.

But he is fine, he is fine knowing that he can put these new BL novel to rest and and let Yueqi and the sect live for more than what fate deemed them to be.

He is thankful, though not outwardly, that Shen Yuan was kind where he would never be.

[beartitled]

Just a small update bc been posting less frequently

This year’s Halloween doesn’t feel spooky enough, so I’ve been doodling some silly stuff 🎃

And also I’ve been drawing comics dedicated to this flüffy guy 🐝

I will most likely gonna have hiatus of sorts? Dunno how things will go

I’ve been trying to take things slow and not rush myself for the sake of my mental health

Not that something is wrong necessarily, just trying to regain my passion for art (god that sounds concerning no matter how I word it 😭)

Basically my fanart speedruns kinda caught on to me and I’m having a tad bit of art block 💥

Sometimes you just want to create things for yourself and simply enjoy the journey if it makes sense 🎨🐻‍❄️

[naivety]

really cannot overstate how powerful it is to be there for yourself the way you wish people would be there for you. that's not to say you don't deserve support from others too, but until you find those people in your life, sometimes what can get you through is giving that space and care for yourself in the meantime. taking moments just to tell yourself hey i know you're doing your best and that's enough for the world right now elsewise it wouldn't be, or hey maybe we did fuck up for real this time but i'm here for you and with you and we're gonna get through this, or i know we're alone right now but i like you and think you're pretty damn cool if i do say so myself, or i know things are hard and we don't have to force ourselves to pretend it's not but it's going to be okay, and even if it's not, that's okay too because i'm not gonna give up on you. we're in this together til death do us part baby

[silver-la-pixels]

I kind of realized that all mutuals are either

-primarily have robot blorbos

-vSynth

-pokemon

-some form of chronic dissociation

-artist

-Aspec

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

quick boys, someone get him to sign lmanburg back to us while he’s distracted !!

— tommy

klil yorse lf 👎

[positivitywithinme]

[hengheng7]

Play with the iPhone and be yourself

[itz-hipshiitv]

did you know that there's a genre of adult media where people let worms crawl up their urethrapoles

[emi1y]

shout out to tumblr for putting [redacted] as a reccomended blog on my own page and making me see a photo of [data expunged] in the top 3 posts preview section i looove when i have to look at things i forgot about

[learncafe]

Curso online com certificado! Casamento DIY:

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[wormchaser]

hes gonna do it agai

[masquepalabras]

—Créditos a quien corresponda

Fuente: Pinterest

[weedevil]

life will be a constant cycle of crushing u and building u up again the idea of trying to find an infinite comfortability is unreliable and unsustainable for your happiness

[bloginspiringilango]

[stychu-stych]

I love how you draw yorself on the doodles :D its so fun

Fiancee reveal when?

✨ta da✨

[pucked-bunnie]

it's not that bad ⎜s.jarvis

pairings: seth jarvis x reader prompts: times they were hurt ⎜"i've got you" ⎜ genre: established relationship ⎜angst ⎜ warnings: mentions of injury ⎜ sad boi seth ⎜ mild arguing ⎜ reader is worried⎜ synopsis: seeing someone you love get hurt is never easy - trying to convince them to get help is even harder. word count: 1.5k authors note:  this was requested is from my prompt list and I love mr seth jarvis so much he's such a cutie so I hope everyone enjoys!

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You knew something was wrong as you watched your boyfriend hold his shoulder tight as he skated off the ice. He mumbles something to the athletic trainer who moves towards him on the bench, shaking his head shooting the older man a grin as he shakes out his arm. 

‘It’s all good.’ You knew he would be telling his team, making jokes about wanting to cry about how hard he got hit - but you can still see the way his face cringes as he moves his shoulder too quickly throughout the rest of the game. 

“Hey baby.” Seth coos as he makes his way out of the locker room - rushing over to your side to wrap his arm around you, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Seth notices instantly how your carefully manoeuvre your arm under his to return his hug, avoiding any contact with his sore shoulder. 

“It’s not that bad.” He whispers quietly, his eyes locking with yours as you frown, pulling away from the hug to slide your hand into his. 

“Did you tell the trainers?” You ask as you bid farewell to his teammates, the two of you making your way to the parking garage. 

“It’s really not that bad.” Seth sighs in response, your frown deepening as he shoots you a nervous smile. “I promise if this gets worse I’ll let them know.” He adds, as he pulls open the passenger door for you, a tense grin on his face as you slide into the seat, Seth shutting the door gently behind you.

 You know where this is going to go. You know the Seth is going to run with this motto for as long as he can manage. The hurricanes being so close to the playoffs mean that the stubborn man was going to hide any pain he could to push through - not wanting to be a disappointment to his team. 

“You look upset?” Seth asks as he pulls himself into his own seat, a grimace on his face as he rolls his shoulders back to get comfortable. “Please don’t be upset.” He whines as he pulls the car out of the parking garage, reaching for your hands settled in your lap.

 “How can I not be upset, Seth?” You sigh, moving your hands out of his grasp, avoiding looking over at him as his face drops, his hand slowly returning back to his lap. “You’re going to run yourself into the ground for no good reason.” Your voice is soft, but the words cut deep into your boyfriend, his body flinching as you speak. 

“No good reason.” He repeats your words softly, both his hands gripping the steering wheel as he keeps his eyes on the road. “My career and everything I’ve ever worked for is no good reason to you.” He adds the words coming out in a scoff. 

“That not what I meant.” You say. 

“It’s what you said.” Seth grumbles as you finally turn your head towards your boyfriend, the angry red rising on his neck as he tries to ignore you, his body still responding as you reach out to brush the hair sitting against the base of his neck. 

“I just hate seeing you push yorself so hard when you don’t have to. There are people on the team there to support you, but they can’t do that if you don’t tell them something is wrong.”

Seth’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles turning white as he keeps his gaze focused on the road. The tension in the car feels thick, a heavy silence hanging between you as you let his words settle.

“Look,” you say, trying to soften the moment, “I know how much this means to you. I really do. But you need to take care of yourself first. It’s not just about hockey; it’s about you.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, finally breaking the silence. “You don’t understand. If I sit out now, if I say anything… what if they lose faith in me? What if I lose my spot?”

“Your health is more important than a spot on the team, Seth,” you insist, your voice steady but pleading. “They’ll understand. They’re your teammates—they want you to be okay. You think they’d want you to push through pain just to be on the ice?”

His jaw clenches, and you can see the conflict warring in his expression. “I can’t be the weak link. Not now, not before the playoffs. I need to be strong for them… for you.”

“Being strong doesn’t mean ignoring your pain. It means knowing when to ask for help,” you reply, your tone gentle but firm. “You’re not just a player; you’re a person, and you deserve to take care of yourself.”

The frown on his face deepens, and he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. “I just… I don’t want to let anyone down. I’ve worked my entire life for this.”

“And you’ll keep working for it. But not at the cost of your health. This isn’t a sprint; it’s a marathon. You have to pace yourself.” You reach out, placing your hand gently on his arm, trying to ground him. “I know you want to be there for your team, but you can’t pour from an empty cup, Seth.”

Seth shifts in his seat, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “I just don’t want to be the guy who doesn’t give it his all,” he murmurs, a hint of defeat in his voice.

“And you won’t be. But giving your all also means knowing your limits,” you assure him, squeezing his arm gently. “You’ve given so much to this sport already. Now it’s time to think about you too.”

He nods slowly, finally meeting your gaze. “I guess I just… I’m scared.”

“I know,” you say softly, your heart aching for him. “But I’ve got you, Seth.”

A small smile breaks through the clouds on his face, even if it’s tentative. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” you reply, relief washing over you. “And promise me, if it gets worse, you’ll talk to the trainers, okay?”

“I promise.” He finally turns back to the road, the tension between you easing, but the weight of the conversation still lingers in the air. As he focuses back on the road, you can’t help but steal glances at him, wishing you could take away his pain but knowing that all you can do is support him through it.

As the familiar streets pass by, you reach for his hand again, intertwining your fingers with his. This time, he doesn’t pull away, his fingers of his free hand taping on the steering wheel as he pulls into the garage of your apartment building. The two of you make your way into your home quickly Seth settling on the seats in front of the counter digging around in the left over pasta he nabbed from the rink kitchen. 

“Do you think they’ll really understand if I tell them?” Seth asks, his expression shifting, his hands pausing their movements, his mind still racing over the options - the decision heavy on his shoulders as they slump forwards.

You nod earnestly. “Absolutely. They want you to be at your best, Seth. If you’re hurt, you can’t play to your full potential. They’ll want you healthy for the playoffs.” You stop your motions in the kitchen leaning against the bench as you watch him. “Seth, one of  my favourite things about you is you never know when to quit - you just keep going and going until you’ve got nothing left to give.” You start taking a deep breath before adding, “but one of my least favourite things is you don’t know how to quit.” You say, a small chuckle leaving him as he lets out a shaky breath. 

“I just feel so weak sometimes when I have to ask for help.” He admits, his hand dropping his fork to push the hair away from his face. 

 “Knowing when to step back is actually one of the strongest things you can do.” You admit “I see how hard you work, how much you sacrifice. But you’re life is more than just hockey.”

Seth takes a deep breath as he leans back in his seat, his hand rubbing at his face as he lets out a long groan. “I’ll talk to the trainers tomorrow,” he finally says, the resolve in his voice making you smile. “I think it’s time to be honest with them—and with myself.” 

“Good.” You nod trying your hardest to stop the grin spreading over your face, using your fist to cover your mouth. 

“You just love being right, don’t you?” Seth teases, digging his fork back into his pasta taking a big bite of the tomato-y goodness. Your smile widens as you nod, rounding the counter to press a soft kiss against his cheek. 

“I don’t like being right.” You say quietly, placing another soft kiss to his temple before adding, “I just love when you realise you’re wrong.” Seth drops his fork as he gasps in shock - his hand pressing against his chest at the betrayal in your words. 

“How could you.” He states, feigning hurt. “And in front of my pasta.” You chuckle at his words, shaking your head as he shoots you a quick grin before finishing his food.