#going to sleep. too tired to think

[flamestar126]

I don't know what im doing. This is the first weekend in a long time where I just don't know what to do with myself. I really dont get enough free time to do stuff actually for me anymore. Im usually doing or creating things for someone else and like right now. I love making them but

i dont wanna do anything but there's people waiting and deadlines to meet and preparing so im not completely stressed later. I havent wanted to do anything in a long time. Like draw or talk. My brain has been so foggy since the start of the year.

I genuinely cant think of my usual funny comments or ideas. I wanna be fun but my head is so empty most of the time i cant even think to respond cuz brain fog is so bad. I wanna do nothing and say nothing.

[disgracedghostprincess]

Idk it’s 1 am and I thought this idea was funny and just wanted to draw sonadow fankids interacting, anyways enjoy <3

Starfire is by @screwedupscrewball (aged up in the doodle so they could speak, but love the au so far it’s so cool!)

Sunny is by @sonic-pja

Dusk is by @chowadoe

Plz go give them some love, their AU’s are so cool!!

Sonic Masterpost

[xxplastic-cubexx]

doodley

[please-read-the-manga]

Hm... the idea of the ghosts of Uchiha continuing to endure beside the mourner who grieves them, even beyond death... Idk, it compels me.

[minn-why-skye]

Moby Dick is long and boring TO YOU. Moby Dick is a tedious read TO YOU. I found every word and every chapter on this page to be very insightful and interesting actually. In fact Ishmael doesn’t yap enough. Anyways it’s like 1am 1851 classic literature novel about whales and gay men save meeeeeeeeeee

[salt-bun]

Matching pyjamas mayhaps?:3

[randomafterthought]

There's one thing I'm surprised I haven't seen in the Danny Phantom Phandom...

I think we, as a fandom, can agree that the Anti-Ecto Acts are essentially saying it's illegal to be dead. The general wording used in most fanfiction is: "Ecto-entities or beings that produce ectoplasm must be captured for containment, experimentation, and elimination."

This is, of course, terrifying in and of itself. However, they based this "law" on the idea that ghosts are "post-human consciousness imprinted on ectoplasm..." ei. dead people.

This leads me to the topic of this post. They are basically waging war on the afterlife. Ignoring how foolish it is to fight an ever growing dimension like that, the GIW is basically attacking what could be Heaven. Granted, with the ghost fights, it would be Hell too, but the law doesn't differentiate.

You cannot tell me that there wouldn't be pure mortal chaos if people were told that going to heaven is illegal. That the government found proof of life after death and started to attack those on the other side and no human would be pissed because of the successfully piss off the afterlife there'll be no more heaven for anyone.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not particularly religious. I haven't touched a Bible. But, I do live in the US, and I think that if it got out that war crimes were being committed against the eternal resting place or whatever? People would riot. The Justice League wouldn't be necessary, just Lois Lane and other daring reporters telling the public. The GIW would get shut down so fast their heads would spin.

That being said, the show is pretty secular and I don't know if any of the major religions pop up in DC Comics, so maybe that's why I haven't seen it be used in fanfiction.

If you made it this far, thank you. I needed to get this off my chest.

[snzydarling]

Primrose

link, zelda, implied ze/link ( BOTW / TOTK )

cw: snz kink !! brief mentions of mess, implied chara with kink

notes: hi!!! this one was a lot of fun to write(^_^) im in my totk era again let's see if i finally finish the game. this takes place pre-totk, but a few years after botw. this was inspired by this post when I saw it and went ok reverse that and also by the flower sanctuary in totk I found a few days ago doing the Penn quests !!! I hope u enjoy ( ´∀`) rbs and any tips very welcome!!

It was beautiful. 

Endless rows of flowers. Buds she had only seen in ancient texts, species’ even the royal labs couldn’t get to thrive, all displayed in a stunning show of color. Some, more adapted to the moonlight, were hiding away in their leaves, but they still stood tall. Others, newly discovered, were just beginning to peak through the soil. Zelda was speechless.

Magda didn’t hesitate to fill in the gap, rushing towards her the moment she spotted the princess. “Aren’t they so beautiful?” She asks, flitting about. She stops only to give Link an out-of-place glare. “Be careful with them.” She warns, before flipping back to Zelda, who’s yet to actually register any of it. 

”While the two of you are here, I need some muscle. There’s been such little help.” It’s, sadly, true. Most farmers are focusing their efforts on returning the agriculture to its former state, so there have been so few hands for something like this. As important to the ecosystem as these flowers are, food takes priority. Zelda remembers enough of her lectures to know that much. 

She would love to. This project is hers. But both she and Link had taken the day off from major projects. They’ve spent the day on a relaxing horse ride along quiet roads when Zelda remembered Magda’s gardens about an hour previous, and realized she hadn’t visited in months. She really ought to help, just as an apology for forgetting. 

On the other hand, Link had been seeming a bit tired. He was placed front and center at the monster clearing effort, and it was definitely taking a toll. When she looks over at him, at her right side as always, he’s looking right back with a neutral expression. 

“Would you like to?” Zelda dares to ask, trying her very best not to let any emotion seep into it. They’ve been running into a roadblock where Link struggles with individualistic things. A lot of minor details are still fuzzy for him, but Zelda suspects he hasn't had much time to think about himself anyway. They’re working through it together. 

But to her immense relief, Link nods. And again, before Zelda can say anything, maybe praise for the choice or just simple acknowledgment, she’s cut off. Magda grabs Link’s arm and drags him off in a whirlwind of argumentative noises and a “you just relax, princess!”

There’s not much else to do, so she stays. Maybe not relaxes, because she feels a bit too bad when Link is being put to work, but she finds a nearby stool and sits. Rehabilitation efforts have been successful but slow, and the princess (Queen? The line is still a bit blurred, and she’s not in any rush to clarify it, despite Impa’s nagging.) She’s in charge of everything. Zelda can’t really remember the last time she slept in a bed or house that belonged to her, and the warmth on her back here feels delightful. It looks like a dream. The whole area feels like the royal gardens, with its stone pathways and well-trimmed bushes. If Zelda unfocuses her eyes, watching Link as he hauls bags of soil, it feels like simpler times. Like the Calamity never happened. 

Halfway across the island, Link jerks forward. Does it again. What’s wrong with him- could it be a monster attack? Is he grabbing for a weapon?  Magda, who’s directing him animatedly, pauses and says something Zelda isn’t able to hear. Link waves her off with his free hand and piles another bag onto his shoulders. Stray dirt tumbles down his back, dirtying royal blues. 

Zelda’s hands are shaking. It’s a shock when Link appears near her, still hauling the bags. He looks annoyed and focused. It’s the kind of look he gets in a battle, brow furrowed and shoulders tense. Something must be wrong. It’s a monster attack just like she thought. 

Zelda can’t hide the worry on her face when the expression deepens. They must be closer. His hearing is better than hers- he’s surely listening to the thundering footsteps, war chants in the distance. When he takes in a breath, Zelda’s ready to jump from her seat. He’s about to yell, she’s sure of it. Tell them to run, or duck, or something. Then he jerks forward. Once. Twice. 

Oh. That makes more sense. Her heart’s pounding in her chest. Link straightens up, flipping hair out of his face, and sniffles, looking a little sheepish, but still slightly bothered. They lock eyes, and he smiles, but it doesn’t look genuine when his brows are creased. His face falls a little into a concern she’s too familiar with when she doesn’t move, but her heartbeat is still thundering. She has to swallow past a lump in her throat to talk. 

“Goddess, bless you.” Is what she manages, and it's a relief when his smile comes back. Despite her and many others’ pestering, she’s never been able to get him to sneeze properly. She’s adjusted to his restraint, even though she wishes he would let himself relax. 

Link sets the bags down with a thud a few feet away from her, wiping beads of sweat from his brow. Before she's able to offer him her stool, he sits down right in the grass, smiling at her again. She recently discovered that he has dimples. She observes as he takes a bottle from his belt and drinks. There’s a small scar on his neck, the edge of it just peeking out from his hair. His throat bobs as he drinks. After so long apart, she’s always trying to drink in any detail she can of him. His nose is a little pink, and when he scrunches it again she can’t help but giggle a little bit, because he looks like a wild fox like that. But then he does it again, and his breath gets pitchy, and he wretches away from her in a flurry of motion. 

“h’nGT-! e’nDT-! hi’nGKT-!” She can only watch his back tense with each release, but she’s certain that it can’t feel good. Something must be wrong if he’s sneezing so much. He can’t be sick- they’ve been together for the whole morning, and he’d been fine. He'd slept in as late as he could, eaten his usual heaping for breakfast, gotten the horses ready with his usual care, and hadn’t so much as sniffled for their entire ride. Link isn't sensitive to anything, either, and has never had a reaction to pollen. Could he have been hiding an illness this whole time? How could she-

“nKT - e’NGT-hh! ” Suddenly, Link jerks forward into his lap. He looks up, blinking at the sky as his shoulders tremble, lips parted. His expression crumples again and he jerks back down. “eH’TZCHh-iewh!”

Zelda’s face explodes with heat. 

Hearing something so - natural. So raw, out of Link, put an odd feeling in her stomach. He rights himself, sniffling, and Zelda can’t miss the wetness dripping down his lip before he wipes it off with his sleeve. It must’ve made it worse, because his nose starts twitching and twitching again. Like everything before wasn’t enough to cleanse whatever tickle he has. Zelda’s enamoured watching this silent battle- his breaths are uneven, his eyes squinty, brow furrowed. He looks up at her through his eyelashes and tears his eyes away with a new pink on his cheeks. Even his ears are twitching. He gasps again, finally, because Zelda can’t take this anticipation anymore. 

“ ‘tTZCHh-!   hiA'CHht- i'TZCHhih-!” Seeing his princess’s face must have brought back some kind of etiquette, because these ones are muffled into his elbow. They’re itchy. Needy. Strong enough that he can’t fight them. Zelda feels all tingly. Something must be wrong with both of them. 

“May Hylia bless you.” She says, and prays that he’s too indisposed to recognize whatever emotion is coating her words. “What’s wrong?”

Once again, he waves the concern off, this time with an expression so tickly it makes her own nose itch in sympathy. She wants him to sneeze again. She wants to study every reaction, every twitch in his face, and understand whatever is making her knight unravel like this. What she needs is to get a grip. 

“You’re certain you aren’t sick?” Why is the idea of that enough to make her feel too hot all of a sudden? Would he look just like this? Face flushed, hints of his voice peaking through raspy and low? Zelda must be the sick one. Link shakes his head a little wildly, like he might be able to get rid of the itch with it. Thankfully he doesn’t. Instead, he whines.

“ hI‘iISHHihh-yU! hI’TSCHh -e’TCHhih-! hiH’tZCHh-iew!” Four times, Five. Zelda’s dizzy. Warm in all the wrong places. She’s never seen anything like this from Link. He looks so desperate. He tilts his head back with stray tears tracking down his cheeks, chest heaving, before he sneezes again. Mist sprays down his front, glimmering in the springtime sun, his hands raised but not close enough. There’s warmth between her legs. Every release makes her spine tingle. This isn’t the usual thrill that experiments bring her. Watching him sniffle desperately, pawing at his face, red with irritation and maybe embarrassment, is unraveling something within her. It also allows her to see flecks of yellow covering his hands and tunic. 

“Link, stop!” She yelps, ignoring the part of her that doesn't really want him to stop at all. He freezes, looking at her through red-rimmed eyes. Now is the part where she has to explain herself and seem normal. Get it together. She’s done things much harder- she can say the words sneeze and allergy when referring to Link. 

“You’re, um” She's so, so warm. She clears her throat. “You’re allergic to something here, I think. There are several rare flowers here that you wouldn’t be used to.” Link gives her an owlish blink and she thinks, oh, she’s been caught. He’s too perceptive. But then his facial expression crumbles again and he buries himself in his elbow with a gasp that’s so unrestrained that she can’t think.

“ hyIHT'SHHhih-! ‘iISZHh-! hih - hE'ISHh-iewh!” They’ve taken on a wet quality. His nose is streaming when he comes back up. Hair unkempt and in his eyes. He looks tired. Undone. Natural. Sexy, Purah might say. She’s struck with these sudden, conflicting desires to wash him off and feed him tea, and to watch him unravel with sneeze after sneeze while her hands disappear under her skirt. She’s been away from civilization too long. Thank Hylia she doesn’t need to be much of a princess right now. The royal court would be in shambles. 

The first idea sounds a little more plausible. So she finds Mgda quickly, where she’s kneeling over a tiled bed of soil with her sleeves rolled up. She looks determined. Zelda, not for the first time, is overwhelmingly thankful that somebody so passionate gets to do this work, even if she can’t. 

Magda sends them off with well-wishes for Zelda and a promise to call for more help soon for Link, and the horses are already prepared once she comes back. He’s adjusting the reins and his hair is soaked, plastered to his forehead and dripping wet. He looks over when she comes closer and blinks at her, and he looks so pathetic like that that she just bursts into giggles. It gets worse when he shakes himself off like a dog, probably to make her laugh, and sends droplets splattering around that make the horses whinny with irritation. 

They’re both quiet for a few minutes, until they’re trotting down the path to the stables. Zelda tries to distract herself with the scenery and the rhythmic clack of horseshoes, and it works until Link comes up to her, rubbing his nose on his shoulder. While she’s trying not to think about the implications of that he brings up his right first and rubs a circle around his chest. Sorry. 

Zelda’s not quick enough to hide her frown. She really needs to get back into etiquette lessons. This has been another struggle in this uncharted time of peace. He’s guilty about so many things. Big things, like not being fast enough and remembering her enough, and little things, too. Tearing the champion's tunic in battle and having nightmares and being tired. It hurts her heart. “You can’t help it, link. It isn’t your fault.” She wisely elects not to mention that seeing him like that had awoken new feelings in her. “If it will make you feel better, you could cook me something?” He lights up at that. With a small smile on his face, Zelda can see how his under-eyes crinkle, like he has a headache. Even though he was looking better, his nose is a bit red again, too. It may just be sunburn. Her stomach does not get any sort of feeling of the possibility that he's still itchy. 

She can't hide the noise she makes a few moments later, when a “e'tSZHHhi-!” from behind catches her off guard. Her horse jerks to the side, caught off guard, and it takes a second too long to get her bearings back and fix their course. She tries to cover it up with an only slightly shaky “Goddess, bless you!”A moment later, when the click of horseshoes behind her stops, she tugs the reins of her own mare and chances a glance behind her. 

He's quivering silently, nose pinched in his hand. The sight of it does not bring back that warm and tingly feeling in her stomach. She's very collected when she says “Just let them out, Link. I don't mind,” and prays and prays that he can't sense any ulterior motives. To continue, she does not nearly fall from her horse when he obeys instantly. There must be some knightly manners still left in him. They're lying in wait, Link caught in a desperate, hitchy buildup and Zelda trying to suppress this too sensitive, wanting feeling in her body. His breath finally catches in his throat, whiny and needy, and Zelda nearly shudders. Finally, his body gives in. 

“e’EITZCHh-et’TZCHh’yu-!! hI'tSCHHh! hiA'tTZCHh-ieww!! hi’IDTCHHiew-!” They're back to that itchy and needy quality that makes her head spin. He washed off and should be alright now, but he sounds so allergic. So at mercy to his own body. He aims another needy release towards the grass, almost doubled over. Zelda does not feel any need to close her legs. 

She fumbles for a handkerchief, something to busy her hands and eyes. When she looks back up at him, his face is wet again, stray strands of golden-blond plastered to his cheeks. She hops off the horse and quickly presses whatever fabric she'd managed to come up with into his palm. If he doesn't get himself under control now Zelda doesn't know what will happen to her. 

This close, she can see pollen on his horse's chestnut brown coat. She clicks her tongue. The horses must have been rolling around in the fields. She tells as much to Link, watching him dab at the moisture on his face. She can't help but think about how sensitive he is, especially not when he rubs his nose a little too much and trembles into the fabric with a rapid “ ‘dschh-‘tszhhiew!” Warmth spreads across her stomach, even though she's too hot already. She needs to take off some layers, but she's already in a simple dress. Link will get suspicious if she dunks herself in some nearby water, too. She's trapped. “You both can wash off once we get to the stables.” Link nods and tucks the fabric, now useless and covered in wet spots, into his pocket and takes up the reins with more needy sniffles. 

Zelda has to wipe the sweat from her palms before getting on her own horse. It flicks its ears and throws her a look like it can see right through her, and that's how she knows that she's truly lost it. 

She’s infinitely lucky that a knight traditionally rides and walks behind his princess, because just the sound of another prickly sneeze leaves her white-knuckling the leather reins. If she'd seen it, that jolt of want would've run through her even worse and overwhelmed every too-sensitive nerve ending she had. 

When they make it to the stables, after both too much and not enough sniffling and stray one-off releases, Zelda orders her knight to the lake to bathe and seats herself near the fire. The sun, already setting, lights Link's hair aflame in gold as he leads his mare away. When his shoulders twitch once, twice, and he jerks forward, Zelda most certainly does not feel anything about it.  

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

My fellow Destiny fans… I have something to admit… I presented my Witness project today and IT WAS A MASSIVE SUCESS WOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWO!!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY AND EXCITED YIPPPEEEE!!!!!

[bunny-uninterrupted]

imagine your f/o dragging you to bed after you've stayed up super late. would they coax you to bed with gentle reassurance, or would they just grab your arm and physically pull you to your room? how do they lull you to sleep? do they cuddle you, or perhaps play with your hair, or sing you to sleep?

^ (use this as a gush pass btw ^^)

[lyxchen]

Okay so I got inspired by this post by @fandomfourever to take a look at some of the books on In-ho's desk in the room where Jun-ho looks for him in season 1. Here's a picture and I numbers the books which I looked up so you know what book I'm talking about

(also just fyi it's almost 5am where I live but I feel the need to make this post now instead of tomorrow, if there are any spelling mistakes in this post or something is worded weirdly, that's why)

So let's go!! First book:

So book number one is the one I'm most uncertain about. The book here is titled "René Magritte, l'empire des lumières" (empire of lights) and online I found this book with the same title but a different cover. You can even read or download it here if you want. But what I also found out is that "l'empire des lumières" is a series of 27 paintings that René Magritte made over the years and they're always of a landscape at night (often a house lit by a street lamp) while the sky in the background is a sunlit sky by day and In-ho seems to like this series a lot. We can assume that because he has both a small print of it taped to the desk and again a bigger print of it framed hanging on his wall

I'm pretty sure the framed one is this one but I can't be fully sure:

Second book:

Book number 2 is "Picasso, The Blue and Rose Periods". I have to admit I didn't find out anything specific about this book, I think it's just a book about Picasso's art. If I'm wrong please correct me. Also the picture of the book I put here isn't the same cover as the one on In-ho's desk but it should still be the same book

The third book is about Monet/his art and if I'm correct it's the one by Christoph Heinrich. Again I didn't look up too much information about this one because it's just an art book.

The fourth book is "Van Gogh, The Complete Paintings" by Ingo F. Walther and Rainer Metzger. Again art book about Vincent van Gogh's art

So for book number 5 I couldn't actually figure out which book specifically it is. From what I can read it's called "Campus Life" and I tried looking that up but there were multiple books with that title (one of them was gay tho sooo...). Also maybe that's just me but it does kinda look like it could also be a notebook?

Lastly book 6:

It's called "The Catcher in the Rye" by J. D. Salinger and it's a novel from 1951 and it's about a 17 year old boy looking back on three specific days from his past. You can find the description and what it's about online. I'm gonna read through that tomorrow I think

Bonus book but I couldn't find the exact one:

This one, which is on another shelf on In-ho's desk. It's probably an art book on Picasso

So what does this tell us about In-ho? He's an artist, or at least very interested in art and he specifically likes René Magritte's "l'empire des lumières" series so much that he has two prints and a book about it

[demonir]

I like them a whole lot 💜

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Wait if Takeda inherited Suchin's looks and Suchin looks like her dad does that mean Suchin's dad was the origin of the fat ass genes

Does this man look like he could have a fat ass

[asliceofzosan]

i've seen figure skater sanji and hockey player zoro before. idk if its been explored but i'd love to put it out there:

hockey player sanji (specifically goalie bc he desperately wants to avoid being checked) and then pairs skater zoro.

pairs skater zoro's long time partner has been nami. though many people ship them together a Lot, they just know each other super well. Well enough to try dating and both of them realized they don't swing that way. in fact, it makes them a really good team. they fought long and hard to claim top spots in competitions because they portray a chemistry that's separate from the rest. plus zoro can carry nami like she weighs fucking nothing. so their lifts are so much more dynamic. they even have a whole next to impossible combination that they're trying to get the ISU to name after them officially.

sanji plays for the East Blue Straw Hats in the Grand Line Hockey League – a formidable rookie group that took down lots of big names in the preseason. they want to make it all the way to the postseason playoff finals but always seem to fall short. but theyre so determined. they reignited a lot of old sparks that were no longer there for old fans and brought in new and curious fans. sanji is the starter goalie and a damn good one at that. it makes sense bc goalies are often doing splits on the ice just to make a save. he's perfected the technique that utilizes just his legs to make saves that make the crowd go fuckin insane.

we have the usual "i booked the rink to practice before you did" trope but a little more spice. in actuality, sanji loves watching pairs skating competitions. his favorite pair rn is franky and robin (mostly for robin). and he adamantly does not want to admit to anyone that he watches zoro and nami's routines much more frequently. (and if anyone asks, he always says its bc of nami. its never just bc of nami.) and zoro's besties with luffy so he always watches their matches even if he barely understands the rules. and he definitely does not stare at a certain blond starter goalie most of the match thats fucking ridiculous

one day zoro and sanji are invited to do one of those comparison videos between hockey players and figure skaters. both get to laugh at the other even Attempting to do their sport. zoro frankly looks ridiculous in all of sanji's usual goalie get-up. and sanji couldn't land an euler to save his life. the video producer suggests they try a simple pairs skating routine. sanji is like "oh i couldn't do that–hEY WHAT THE FUCK MOSSHEAD PUT ME DOWN" because zoro lifted sanji and had him sat on his shoulder like it was normal.

zoro smirks, "you might be lighter than nami, actually. wanna be my new partner?"

sanji knees him in the stomach before skating away while blushing so hard he could melt the ice beneath him.

[lesbiangiratina]

The nitpicker arrives. I dislike it when people say testament has “transcended gender”, its absurdly common for something that hasnt been said officially. First off i assume people are mixing up daisuke’s quote about them “transcending humanity”. He essentially says testament is sexually androgynous due to not being human, being something above humanity, which really is not an uncommon idea. Their early coding revolved around the conflation of sex and gender, saying something was going on with them while still considering them to be a man. What i think was less typical though is daisuke’s obvious very genuine interest in depicting testament androgynously in general, and well that intention was fully realized with making them explicitly agender in strive. And really, while its VERY interesting history, that previous statement shouldnt be applied to testament as of strive. Riku ozawa said outright that the team wanted to change how they handled testament’s gender, seemingly referencing the phrasing of that daisuke quote and proposing something new in its place. Developer backyard vol 10 says testament lives “without the concept of gender”, phrasing that has a lot less implied Otherness and lack of agency than “transcending humanity”, especially with referring to gender as a concept. Admittedly this is still attached to them being a gear, possibly still with implications about their body, but its pretty clear that the japanese fandom’s idea of testament’s body being related to their androgyny has changed with these statements and i’ll trust them on that. It was never about identity before strive, i think a lot of people dont really get that. Theres a reason for the shift in phrasing alongside the shift in their portrayal.

Just wanted to ramble about this. Ummm my bad. I love that daisuke quote, i’ve tried to do as much as i can to research it, to find more information and proof of its existence (DID YOU KNOW. Theres currently no actual archival of it’s origin. It was allegedly in a mail-only arcsys fanclub newsletter, probably from the first 4 volumes in 1998/99. We only have volume 15 currently. But it’s existence is fortunately kind of undeniable at this point. I wont ramble further.), but it drives me crazy seeing people both misquote it and incorrectly apply it to strive testament. Okay

[lightbulb-warning]

shit man he's downright POSTITNOTE'D