#day 1: beauty

[shisasan]

1 September, 1925 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[emoregressioncore]

fall out boy in valentines <3

1/2/3/4 in emo quad valentines series

like or reblog if you use them plz

print pdf link

stickers/magnets (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)

[byemambo]

What the hell, Charlie? I came to pick you up, Master Babe.

PAVEL PHOOM AS BABE AND POOH KRITTIN AS CHARLIE

Pit Babe 2 (2025) | 2.01

[lyxchen]

Maybe he'll pick up anyway...

This is my contribution for Sangihun week day 3: 'Phone Me' and I also tried to include 'Clothing' and so what Gi-hun is wearing over his shoulders is actually one of Sang-woo's jackets. I have more versions under the cut + a close up and I also put an explanation of some details I added if anybody is interested in reading that <3

Here some details I added and some thoughts I want to share about this one :>

So first of all this is supposed to be only a short while after the games are over and Gi-hun goes to Sang-woo's apartment and here he's lying on Sang-woo's bed trying to call him but obviously it's just going to voicemail. Very sad, now some details: I put Sang-woo in his outfit that he died in, also you can see the wound where he stabbed himself in the throat. I'm not sure if I want this to be ghost Sang-woo or just Sang-woo from Gi-hun's imagination/memory but either way Sang-woo's face is clean and he's wearing his glasses cause (wether in Gi-hun's mind or as a ghost) this is a "better"/"more free" version of him. They both have wounds/scratches on their hands from the tug of war game, also the cut on Gi-hun's face from the glass bridge game is not as visible anymore because it has started to heal. I also wanted Gi-hun's nose and eyes to be red so that it looks like he has cried. Sang-woo is looking directly at Gi-hun, while Gi-hun is looking at his phone cause he obviously can't see Sang-woo. Also I tried really hard to make Sang-woo look like he's not really there and also kinda out of place but then also I wanted him to still fit into the whole drawing and not pull the visual focus away from Gi-hun too much. I hope that worked. I also used a slightly warmer colorpalette for Sang-woo and gave him brown outlines, while Gi-hun's are blue and he has a colder colorpalette, cause Sang-woo is supposed to be like this kinda warm glowy memory/ghost from a happier place. I think that's it, I hope anybody was interested enough in my art ideas to read this

[makeagif]

Lando Norris / Formula 1 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, Media Day. (06/03/2024)

[snebulae]

Jesnsn Fagggot Aackles....

[dwellsinthebog]

@homicidal-lingonberry requested some labrumisu doodles a while back so here's some kabru giving smooches + laimisu being freaks in public

and also some messy laimisu doodles from finals season. idk i've been on a laimisu kick lately <3

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I NEED PEOPLE TO HOP ON LABRUMISU ASAP!!! please it's so lonely out here ;_;

[klaxonsynth]

happy restock day

[ricky-mortis]

Hatchetfield @femslashfortnight Day 1: Make It Sapphic AU

[shisasan]

March 1, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[mossiistars]

i started watching arcane the other day

[rheya28]

"Hello's"

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[albaharu]

got his dad kidnapped, his friend kidnapped, mizora is waiting for him at camp and his favorite clown got killed. terrible day for the blade.

also he was made to be the perfect trickster hero lying to the baddies with that high charisma so i got him to do the talk

[garbagequeer]

the thing about olivia cooke emma d'arcy rpf is that they keep saying things that are usually your PRIVATE THOUGHTS about the person you like but they say these things in front of cameras... our friendship works because im more dominant and you're more submissive -> agreed. i crave (literal word used was CRAVE) to hear about the way you see the world WHICH IS SOMETHING I FEEL FOR VERY FEW PEOPLE. i'd follow you anywhere. what is going on...

[makeagif]

Lando Norris / Formula 1 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, Media Day. (06/03/2024)