#IM GONNA... COMBUST!

[h0]

incredibly happy to fulfill my decade-long dream of launching my own website! :D

so i'm not the best programmer and frankly i'm still learning web development but i couldn't wait any longer so i set up a very minimal site with only a couple features: language selection and display of three different poems of mine! i wrote and translated and made the associated image to them too :) if an actual web developer checked the source code they'd pass out but idgaf im happy with that i accomplished!! <3

i'm not fully comfortable with calling these poems, as i've always believed that poetry is beautiful and evoking, and i don't think i can describe those as that hahaha, so i can maybe just say three different writings of mine and abstract art to go along!

i've grown quite dissatisfied with the internet this psst year and even using tumblr feels rough sometimes, so i'm trying to spend my time better by learning new things and making art that i like :3

if you check it out please please pleaseee tell me what you think and if you got feedback to share with me, it would make my day <3 also this was NOT developed for mobile so if youre checking it on your phone it'll prolly look like shit lol!!

click here to check it out!! thank you!! :D <3

[yeyinde]

waking up after a night out drinking in a foreign country only to realise that the bed you're in is not your own. no one is beside you. you try to leave but the doors are all locked. the windows won't open. you're trapped. a pretty bird in a cage.

nothing is in the dressers except large, old shirts. the clothes you were wearing when you woke up disappear after you take a shower. no panties. no bra. food shows up on schedule. you never see who leaves it.

they don't answer when you scream. when you bang your fists against the door until they're bloodied. passing out on the floor when the drugs finally kick in. but the mess you make in the daytime is cleaned up. your hands bandaged. disapproval heavy in the air along with the stale scent of tobacco. smoke.

when you're good, you get things. books. magazines. treats. your favourite food. a laptop arrives when you sob yourself to sleep after screaming yourself hoarse about loneliness, and how this isn't right. this isn't okay. it's restricted, of course. you log into Facebook but the moment you try and ask for help, the internet is turned off. you're being watched. monitored closely.

you learn your lesson slowly, giving nothing away to your family and pretending you're enjoying your holiday. being good. quiet.

instead of treats, gifts, recipe books arrive—some pages dogeared. you start making the food. leaving a plate in the fridge. it's gone the next morning. more recipes appear. you make them, too. an expensive chain comes next. a pretty gold necklace for a pretty bird in a golden cage.

(each meal gets you a strange rash on your cheek, jaw the next morning. beard burn, you think, and try not to shudder.)

lingerie comes after. silk, lace. all of it fits perfectly. you try to avoid it. the idea, the implication, is a knife between your ribs, but the next morning, your laptop is missing. the books are gone. food, too. your clothes disappear until all that remains is the lingerie set and a little black box. one you pointedly ignore. throw out with the trash. chew on gum to make the ache in your belly go away until that vanishes too.

your world is narrowed down to hunger. loneliness. isolation—

(in the corner of the rooms, a red light glints in the dark. lonely, but not alone.)

it persists until you relent. give in. another lesson you learn. you wear the set to bed, and try to think nothing of it—

you wake up to something heavy around you. a warm, thick body pressed against your bare spine. coarse chair tickling the skin between your shoulder blades. a burly arm under your neck, elbow bent to wrap a rough hand around your neck. the other slung over your hip, shoved between your thighs. something hard presses into your ass. a bruising pressure. it aches. you stifle a gasp, but with his long, thick fingers wrapped tight around your throat, he feels it.

everything goes still. quiet. just the faint rustle of sheets. the scratch of coarse hair on silk. a breath. you tremble. fight back another gasp when lips press into your crown with a sharp inhale. scenting you. nuzzling into your scalp. warm breath that smalls of malt and honey. woodsy. tobacco.

your eyes adjust slowly to the dark, and fall on a black box left on top of your end table. velvet, you know. you've felt the softness between your fingers when you threw it in the trash with a sob. no escaping it, after all.

the hand between your thighs twitches. when he speaks, it shudders through your spine, makes your hair stand on end. it's a growling purr. the low roar of an old engine. more grit than comfort in the midnight dark.

"jus' close your eyes, love," he rasps, pushing his thick body tighter against you. coiling around you like a big, hungry bear. "an' go back to sleep for me."

and you do.

[kenchann]

my delusions (❤´艸｀❤)

[emmyrosee]

I neeedd you at some point write uni au Toji proposing to reader and megumi helping out in the background somehow

NOOOO BC IMAGINE TOJI TRYING TO GET THE WORDS OUT, AND MEGUMI IS PLAYING WITH THE BUTTERFLY THATS FLYING AROUND SJDJDINEKEENE IM UNWELL- also i had to go with a western approach for proposal im sORRY-

Like, Toji has practiced this speech before. A lot. He’s trying to keep his declaration of love for you concise but meaningful, simple but sweet, but what he does know, is he wants Megumi to be the one holding the box.

Because you haven’t just accepted toji for all he is. You’ve also taken megumi as your whole world, and he never can say just how grateful he is for that.

So, he works it all out. He’s going to propose in the courtyard, and his buddies are going to help him decorate it up slightly, so your friends can take pictures of the event. He’ll have Megumi bring out the small box with the ring in it, give a short but sweet speech about how much he loves and needs you in his life, only to pop the question there.

Your friends spend the week prior to pamper you, and toji makes it a point to compliment you on your updates- the small kiss you press to his cheek in appreciation is enough to make it worth it, but he just hopes you don’t catch on to anything until the end of the week.

“Geez,” you giggle. “The girls are getting me buttered up for something,” you say one night. “Every time I ask about it, they tell me it’s self care week, but we’ve never done this thorough before.”

“You have been extra busy lately, maybe they’re just trying to take care of you,” he defends.

You open your mouth to say something, only to completely change your demeanor as megumi appears in the doorway, stuffed cow clutched to his chest and a soft “daaaaad?” falling from his lips. He’s grateful for the topic change, not wanting you to ruin your own proposal with your damn questions.

The day of the proposal, you’re kept far away from campus, last minute touch ups and errands while Toji’s friends help him set up the perfect decorations and ambiance for pictures that your friends are scheduled to take.

Everything goes to plan. Everything is perfect.

And when you finally come up to him, a knowing smile and tears in your eyes, he wastes no time in kissing your cheek, then between your brows, your nose, and-

There’s a soft giggle behind him. One from megumi. Your eyes leave Toji’s to turn to the small boy, laughing as you watch. When toji also turns to see his son, there’s a large monarch butterfly that’s fluttering around, delicate wings brushing against the small boys cheek, only to then land on it moments later. Instinctively, Megumi goes to wipe his cheek, and when the butterfly tries to land once more, tiny hands bat at it away, causing everyone watching to coo in adoration.

“Kid’s stealing my thunder,” toji chuckles, and you laugh as a tears finally fall from your eye, and his big hand comes up to swipe the drop from your cheek. “Megs, c’mere.”

“Pretty butterfly,” the small boy hums, but he does toddle over to his dad with the small box in his hand, and you let the floodgates open. You’re trying to wipe the tears from your eyes, freeing your sight from the blur, and you watch as Toji gets down on one knee, flips open the box and reveals the ring. Toji sighs, “I couldn’t afford a bigger one, but someday, I promise you, I’ll-“

“Don’t,” you say softly. “It’s perfect. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen, Toji.”

“I helped,” megumi says shyly, rocking back and forth on his feet. You laugh around your tears and gently grab his cheeks, placing a big kiss to the swell. He giggles and smiles at the affection, wrapping his arms around your neck. You scoop him up, but leave your left hand open for his father to slip the ring on, a final seal as you truly become a family.

[berribeat]

Two Days Left.

Colorish version + me being excited below!

IM SO EXCITED IM SO SO SO AGHHH

like I've never had so much motivation in my life I literally cleared the rest of my bio notes for a week in advance so I can just play the dlc when it comes out 🥳🥳🥳

[afterhandholding]

Mother hen tucking in her son

[pazziville]

PUT THIS IN MUSEUMS, RAFTERS, HISTORICAL ARTIFACTS, EVERYWHERE. 😭😭😭

[asexualaromanticautistic]

Video by: @/iubecaheolam on tiktok

I MEAN GUYS LOOK AT THEMM 😭😭😭

[balfeys]

Angela Bassett as Athena Grant in 911 + Doctor Odyssey Crossover promo

[sapphicpixxiedreamgirl]

Sorry to my future gf because she will have to deal with the fact that I will forever be completely and irrevocably in love with Aubrey Plaza

[ludinusdaleth]

-Critical Role Campaign 3, Episode 102, "Reconciliation"

[the-other-soup]

ithink hes in a bit of a pickle guys ngl

[sockssquishiiii]

who in their right mind decided that Swampert should learn attract? who is this froggy pulling?

im replaying emerald.

[dr-spectre]

I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED!!! NINTENDO YOU CANNOT SHADOW DROP THIS!!!

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!

MARIO KART 9!?!?! YOU GONNA REVEAL IT JUST LIKE THAT?!?!

Oh my god Splatoon 4 about to go CRAZY with the mouse feature on the joy cons.

Nintendo casually shadow dropping the announcement for their most anticipated console ever is so funny to me.

[linebot]

Girl ur gonna fall over put it down

[opshizt]

LIVE ACTION CHOPPER WHAT THE FUCK HE'S HERE OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT