#falling asleep. sigh

[planet4546b]

need to be less SLEEPY so i can read more BARU CORMORANT

[lover-of-mine]

911 Hiatus Rewatch and Parallels:

6x09 “Red Flag” -> 6x12 “Recovery” -> 6x15 “Death and Taxes”

[bbonbonss]

⁺✦ boys on pointe ✦⁺ (one of my pieces for @cerebrusdean 's ballet au)

[expelliarmus]

[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou coming home exhausted from night patrol, but he promised his little daughter that he’d take her to her ballet class so he wakes her up and gets her ready even though he’s exhausted🥺 and he stays the entire class too. Watching from the side as she dances around, and gives him little waves every so often because she wants to make him proud.

[elizakai]

horror dead is going insane JAHA BUT I MUST KNOW,dusts thoughts on horror now?

(he’s oblivious to romantic signals and chronically unaware apparently BAISNDI😭)

(but hey, wonder if horror could throw him as far as he could throw that axe-💥😔)

[mitskiluvr]

persona 5 spoilers i suppose …

the entire akechi boss fight felt so miserable and sad you don’t even get any gratification from kicking his ass it just feels like you’re bullying a sad wet rained-on dog and kicking him out of his cardboard-box shelter. Like wow i feel like i should be apologizing for kicking the shit out of you?? I’m sorry that happened to you?? I hope you feel better soon??

[breannastewart]

MVP of meme faces and hater of media time 😭

[bbnibini]

It's late at night and I'm really tired and consumed with thoughts of Solomon being such a...lonely existence. Alienated from humanity whom he continues to protect despite the way they treated him. Clinging to said humanity despite being told by almost everyone that he doesn't act "human-like" at all. Lacking social awareness because of his limited interactions with others.

Being forced to learn things on his own to survive, practically raising himself and filling in the gaps of his whole being by mimicking what he sees in others to feel even a semblance of what he thinks a person is and should be. Like a patched-up blanket with scraps of fabric he'd taken from different mosaics of people he made connections with over his long life. He's a reflection of humanity and what being a human is despite barely feeling like he was human in the first place.

An unwilling observer, wanting a place to belong in the very domain he protects. By that I mean he doesn't merely want to watch over others, but form connections with them. But because his experiences are hard to relate to, he's easily misunderstood. He's doomed to a life of people just barely tolerating him for being who he is. For being born the way he is.

I guess that's why I get even sadder when I see him smile. Had he learned to smile to be more approachable to others? To be more friendly? Did he become so accommodating and eager to please because of that? Why does it feel like he always seems like he's on the verge of giving up or had already given up even before he expressed his willingness to be closer to MC? His learned helplessness really hurts. He only fights back and shows anger and intense emotions when it's for the sake of others. He's incredibly attentive and thoughtful when it comes to others but could barely even prioritise himself.

[valewritessss]

Headcanon that Annabeth takes a long time sometimes hours to fall asleep and wakes up very easily due to being ready for combat 24/7 and Percy falls asleep right away and has nightmares almost every night(some he doesn’t remember) so he startles awake every morning

[evansboyfriend]

it's the middle of the night for me & you are on my dash so i wanted to share my thoughts about buck being the most annoying ever the second him and tommy get married. everything is always my husband he never ever passes up an excuse to say that. buck's telling a story and he's like "so my husband said..." and the entire 118 is like "his name is TOMMY we know him you can use his name"

i KNOW im OBSESSED 😭😭😭

[fortunaegloria]

Harrison Ford interview with Charlie Rose on Sabrina (1996)

[autisticlee]

is it an autistic experience to ALWAYS be the one in a friend group who gets left out, alienated, secretly disliked, then kicked out of the group?

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter five┃Saw Something

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[urahara-lovepage]

honestly fuck aizen but you know how insane and sicknasty it would have been if kubo gave him a better motive than “loneliness” or at least explained it better. you’re not getting me w some sob story abt how he had no equal so he committed mass murder and colonized a place. that’s straight nonsense.

[sesamestreep]

30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 6

Write about a blackout (from this list) ➸ totally cheating once again and using this as a one-word prompt instead of probably how it was intended??? oh well. have some canon-verse angst and I’m sorry…

“Do you want to know the stupidest part?”

Foggy looks over at Matt, who’s hunched over his drink like someone might steal it from him. Then again, the fake IDs that got them into this bar were honestly not the highest quality, so it’s not an entirely baseless fear.

“Granted you’ve told me like three details total about what happened between you and Elektra, I will take any additional information you want to divulge, stupid or otherwise.”

Matt blinks at him with hollow eyes. “You just said a lot of words to me.”

Foggy sighs. “What’s the stupidest part, Matt?”

“I thought—it’s just—you’re going to think I’m a moron.”

“I won’t,” Foggy says, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. “I think you’re extremely smart, buddy. You might be the smartest person I know, okay? Just tell me. I promise I won’t judge.”

Matt looks so utterly fragile and lost in that moment that Foggy honestly doesn’t want to hear what’s going to come out of his mouth next, because he just knows it will break his heart. It’s been hard seeing Matt in such bad shape and to know almost nothing about what happened between him and his girlfriend after he’d disappeared with her for two weeks. Foggy had been a wreck about it, beside himself with worry and yet without a legitimate reason to excuse himself from classes and responsibilities, so he’d walked around for those two weeks like a shell, keeping up appearances, until Matt came back. His relief at his reappearance was quickly replaced by a new kind of worry, when he saw how miserable and unstable Matt was in the wake of…whatever happened. Matt still couldn’t be induced by any means to give Foggy a straight answer on that count.

“I thought I was going to marry her,” Matt says, quietly. If Foggy hadn’t been actively trying to hear him, that statement would have been lost to the noise of the bar.

“That’s not stupid at all,” Foggy says, allowing the hand on Matt’s shoulder to slip over to rub his back between his shoulder blades.

“I thought she was my soulmate,” Matt adds, with some vitriol, in the direction of his drink, like he wants to spit the words in there to drown them.

“She wasn’t,” Foggy replies, firmly, because it seems like the right thing to say up until Matt’s face crumples.

“I think she was,” he says, miserably, as he buries his face in his hands. “I think she was and she left anyway and that’s it for me.”

“I don’t—hey, listen, Matt,” Foggy says, shifting his chair over so he can wrap his arms around Matt’s shoulders completely. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I said she—I didn’t know her that well. Maybe she was your soulmate. I don’t know! I’m not convinced that’s anything but a nice story we like to tell ourselves to make life more bearable or to impose meaning on random events.”

“This pep talk sucks,” Matt says, in the vicinity of Foggy’s collar. Foggy can feel his breath on his neck and it’s weird but not enough to get him to move away.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is, if soulmates are real, and Elektra was yours, then it’s not over yet. Maybe you’ll meet again someday.”

“I hope not,” Matt says, darkly.

Foggy resists the urge to roll his eyes at yet another vague but still concerning allusion to this terrible breakup. He’s trying to be sympathetic but Matt’s whole Catholic guilt lone wolf shit does test him sometimes, if he’s being honest. Still, one look at Matt’s pale, sorrowful face in the neon lights of this dive bar is enough to remind Foggy what they’re doing here.

“I think it’s much more likely that, if we have soulmates at all, we probably get more than one,” Foggy continues, hoping that if he just muses vaguely enough, he’ll stumble on something that makes Matt feel better. “So, you’ll get another chance to—”

“You mean like you and me?” Matt asks, and Foggy’s brain does a full factory reset as he tries to parse that question. He can’t possibly mean…

“Oh, like—yeah, you and me and, well, everybody could have more than one soulmate. Exactly.”

“No, that’s not—” Matt shakes his head, which, given his current position, is functionally just nuzzling his face into Foggy’s neck. “I mean, how you and me are soulmates. Kind of.”

“You and me?” Foggy asks, casually despite not feeling casual at all. “You think so?”

“You’re—yeah. I mean, you’re basically—you’re family to me but…also more than that. If that makes sense.”

It doesn’t and Foggy’s been holding himself back from drinking too much tonight because he wants to be able to get Matt home safely, but he does feel like he might throw up on this table right now. He tucked away the part of him that found Matt attractive somewhere deep and secret and well-fortified in his soul a long time ago, in the interest of not fucking things up with his best friend in the entire world, and he certainly can’t trust anything Matt says now when he’s drunk and lonely and heartbroken. But he’s never loved anyone as completely as he loves Matt and it’s such a pathetic, hopeless situation that he doesn’t let himself think about it except on really special occasions when he wants to feel bad.

“I’m not sure anybody has ever loved me as much as you do,” Matt says, like it’s not a crazy thing to say, here in a shitty bar near campus, after a breakup with his girlfriend, to someone he’s never even kissed.

“I doubt that,” Foggy says, even as he, selfishly, wants to claim it, even as he knows it to be true. “You’re very lovable.”

“We should get married.”

Foggy laughs, because what else can he do, under the circumstances. “Now? It’s pretty late. The courthouse won’t even be open.”

“No, I mean, we should get married someday,” Matt says, petulant like Foggy’s the one being ridiculous here for not following his thought process. “When we’re older. If we haven’t met anybody else.”

That last condition is enough to break Foggy’s heart all over again, but he does an admirable job hiding it, he thinks. Matt’s drunk and very distracted, and more importantly doesn’t know anything about how Foggy feels, really, despite his proclamations on the subject a moment ago, so it feels safe to assume he won’t notice any signs of disappointment or hurt in this split second before Foggy swallows those feelings and pretends to be his usual upbeat self. That’s who Matt really needs right now, and so that’s who he’ll be.

“How much older?” Foggy asks.

“Old,” Matt says. “Like, thirty.”

“Okay,” Foggy nods, already able to find this funny. Matt won’t still be single by the time they’re both thirty. He’ll be married by the time they graduate law school, most likely, so it won’t be an issue. Foggy doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows it’s true.

“You’ll do it?”

“Maybe,” Foggy says. “Ask me again when you’re not blackout drunk.”

“I’m fine,” Matt objects. “I’m not blackout. Not even close.”

“Then we can pick this conversation up in the morning, no problem!”

Matt nods, drunkenly. “Absolutely.”

Matt doesn’t bring it up in the morning, of course. Foggy never really expected he would, either, and doesn’t permit himself to be disappointed about it, no matter how much he would like to.