#(2hrs ago)

[th3e-m4ng0]

some may remember megatron-cat,my family called him 'droopy', his real name was 'botas'. i didktn know him well but he was the grumpiest and loudest cat that has ever come to.visit us, he would only let me pet his head and sometimes his tummy and cheeks . he would annoy my cats to steal their food when we werent looking and he loved to layon top of the washing masjine to sleep, or on our a wooden chair and scream if we looked a t him through the window, he also loved destroying cardboard boxes with his claws .h e loved loved chicken and would take pieces away to eat on his own, grumbling all the way . He would always announce when he arrived, demanding food or demanding sleep or even pets from me . he was angry and loud and i will alwayvs love him and miss him, the neighborhood is so much quieter than before and it hurts so bad, i miss how he meowed sweetky when i talkednto him, a sharp contrast to his usual yelling, and i mkss how he would blink slowllyat us. he wasnt ours but i will always love him as if he were. i would jokingly refer to him as my.best friend to my friends, like i would point to his owner's house and go 'this is where my best friend lives. hes a cat' . Mostly because he didnt like me much but disliked everyone else more and i thought i t was funny. i miss him so much

[zentriii]

atsumu groans when light fills up his room. his head's submerged in the clouds and all he knows is that he's going to have to call out of practise today. fuck.

the sheets beside him are barely warm so he forces his eyes open and rubs the crust out with the back of his hand. what kiyoomi won't see can't hurt him. his phone reads 6:23. at least he's awake early enough that kiyoomi hasn't left yet.

the process of brushing his teeth and throwing a pair of clean, non-sweaty pants on feel like they take up five years. there's a fit of nausea trying to make itself known in his stomach but he wants to see kiyoomi off.

"how're you feeling?" kiyoomi asks, filling a plate up with eggs.

"like i wanna be run over by a car." atsumu finds that to be more of an honest statement than he thought it was. he can barely stand up but the unsteadiness of walking over is daunting.

"do you think you can eat some eggs?" there's a small gesture towards the plate in his hands but fuck – the thought alone of how greasy the butter is, the strong flavours of salt and pepper – he could puke.

"i dunno if i could keep 'em down t'be honest," he mumbles, shame churning in his gut. it's not the first time kiyoomi's seen him sick – but it's the first time since they started living together. there's nowhere to hide in their apartment.

"try?" and it's that classic Omi-Pout™ that has him folding. a little because it's cute. a little because he still feels like he's imposing sometimes. a little because he refuses to live with regrets – if all there is, is here and now, atsumu knows he'll be upset if kiyoomi becomes upset too.

there isn't much else for him to do but shrug helplessly and unstick his feet from the ground. walking isn't too bad after the first step – or with company.

the toaster pops off and kiyoomi quickly adds those to his plate before atsumu can even finish washing his hands – as if he'd refuse anything more once he sat down. kiyoomi's not wrong, but still! it's the principle of the matter – wait is atsumu internally trying to convince himself that kiyoomi should consider him a simp? that that's how he wants to be seen?

does he? he does not. (does he?)

atsumu is very confused on which side he's on right now and comes to the conclusion that his head hurts so he will not be thinking further on this matter. he sits down.

kiyoomi's long since scurried off to grab his gym bag and change out of his pjs but despite atsumu's 23 years of life – he misses him. his company's a quiet but solid one and the warmth that atsumu always feels from beside him leaves in exchange for a cold chill. the egg starts tasting more bland.

surprisingly enough – flavour-wise it isn't all that rich to begin with. kiyoomi's the type to overdo quite literally everything when it comes to food, and even though atsumu was expecting something more mellowed out in terms of taste, it's super easy on his stomach.

he wants to ask but kiyoomi beats him to it, walking out of their room and ready for the day. "i used less salt and pepper and cooked it on oil instead of butter. are you alright to finish it?"

atsumu's stomach turns into a mess for a whole new reason and there's tears pricking at his eyes that he ignores. "yeah," he croaks, voice far too fragile to say any more.

"i called coach already, i left some medicine on your nightstand and – rest well okay?" kiyoomi's brows furl and it rushes into atsumu all at once how far kiyoomi's going for him.

kiyoomi who hates being sick, hates the idea of even getting sick. kiyoomi who's been playing nurse since atsumu woke them both up in the middle of the night with a sudden fever, not once complaining about being in close contact with him.

"omi-kun–" atsumu's voice warbles. he's gonna regret this later but he's. he's not even sure what he wants to say but he feels steady enough on his feet thanks to the food kiyoomi carefully made.

"i'll be back soon yeah?" and it's the way kiyoomi doesn't make a step to the door that brings words flooding out of atsumu.

"i'll be waitin' at home for ya." there's a silent moment where he wonders if he chose wrong, if kiyoomi wasn't really ready to refer to his apartment as theirs. it's only been two months since he–

"yeah, love you." atsumu hates how he can't smother kiyoomi's stupid pretty little face in kisses so instead he engraves the curve of kiyoomi's pleased and wobbly smile into his mind.

atsumu knows his face is just as sappy. he can't quite find it in himself to care.

"love you too."

[crxwes]

redraw! (2023vs2020)

been a while since i drew chester :(

[alonetogether]

fob intern reblogging my art tagged as peterick, my edit tagged as peterick AND now my gifset tagged as peterick. they are literally joining the war on peterick on the side of peterick

[serenfire]

when the new hbomberguy video has an extremely cool & hbomberguyian twist in the middle of it and you’re like holy shit is that what the rest of this video is about!! and also there are two full hours left

[sukugo]

they took THIS away from gojo and i will never forgive them for it

[drbtinglecannon]

The worst part of having insomnia is having cats

Look at this shit, I have to play rain noises and deal with waking up every couple hours and being uncomfortable and getting a few shitty hours of sleep every night, meanwhile these guys can just lie down anywhere in any position and immediately lose consciousness

[pillarofna]

okaaay im gonna try and sleep im feeling the Effects

[americanhellkmart]

worlds end looking good so far

[mudkipper]

[queenlua]

"Our results suggest that between 6.5% and 16.9% of text submitted as peer reviews to these conferences could have been substantially modified by LLMs ... the estimated fraction of LLM-generated text is higher in reviews which report lower confidence, were submitted close to the deadline, and from reviewers who are less likely to respond to author rebuttals." (emphasis mine)

this is just a rando arxiv thing so like grain of salt, but

(1) lmao

(2) it is interesting (and depressing) to me how, like. there's a realm of stuff that we Have Not Been Able To Automate, right, where you actually need A Real Fucking Human Being to sit down and Use Their Cognitive Faculties to determine Is This Real Or Is It Bullshit. and for a while we've been relying on, like, some human Typing Up Some Paragraphs as a sort of proof-of-work that can't really be replicated by an automated system

now admittedly, all these systems that fucking *hate* the "ineffiency" of spending human time and expertise to properly analyze a situation, so the people in those roles are inudated with Too Much Work, and thus they've already been trying to skirt proof-of-work in various ways (writing lazy/bad peer feedback, skimming the paper, etc). so, y'know, "use of chatgpt to churn out the peer reviews you despise doing and don't have time for anyway" is just a step function in a trend that already clearly existed. but it does seem sort of troubling how much everything pushes toward doing things in this "efficient" way (that is, ways that look good in ways that are easily legible) instead of, like, are we doing something real here. because the real doesn't go away. and when quality just goes to shit because ppl are too lazy/tired to properly vet stuff, augh

[v-iv-rusty]

atp literally anything could start happening to me and I'd simply brush it off as either anxiety or heat intolerance

[bear-cubs-art-things]

YALL I FINISHED AVATAR THE WAY IF WATER AND IM C R Y I N G

Oh and there's this kid named Spider I like him a lot he's a badass 😎

[emptymilk-bottle]

i’m reading radio silence for the first time and i’m like not normal about this, like alice oseman pls stop writing things that fundamentally change me or smth. i’m about half way through and why, i can’t even express what i’m feeling but jeez

[holographicbutch]

What the hell

[wikipediagf]

Came home to my friend asleep on the couch like girl how did you get here