#idk haven't checked in a while

[jetii-mando]

Cheecks last updated Sees it was 2 months ago

Oh, well, been a while lol

Finally decided to get myself back into actually using some form of social media again, cuz honestly I've been bored :/ anyways yeah hopefully this sticks :p

[butterfirefly]

Wouldn't it be utterly depressing wild if the first death Lu Guang tried to prevent was actually Cheng Xiaoshi's parents? Like what if he wanted him to not be sad anymore but his actions caused him to die so now Lu Guang's trying to fix everything but it keeps going horribly wrong?

[shakertwelve]

aww they finally got rid of the line on vicky's wiki page that accidentally implies she's a cluster cape

[coollyinterferes]

The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…

They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…

…and closer…

……until..................

"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.

"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.

"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…

[loserboyfriendrjl]

sirius black headcanons because why the hell not

his first gay celebrity crush was bowie and he and remus had frequent debates on whether bowie or jagger was fitter (inspired by this post by fairysilk)

uses fuck in almost every sentence. even in the ones that do not have a fuck required

ambidextrous but prefers using his left hand, he doesn't like writing with his right hand

designed the marauders map. the handwriting is his, bedore it became more of a messy scrawl than anything else

deliberately smudges his eyeliner, he learnt out to make it look both messy and good from marlene

besties with mary, they talk to each other about boys and fashion. sirius learnt how to dress like a muggle from her, she was very in touch with the muggle world (being a muggleborn)

weirdly flexible. it makes james shiver, peter thinks it's funny

gave himself stick 'n' pokes in the bedroom of his dorm. most of them are really stupid and wonky and he did them while he was either high off his head or drunk (all of the marauders have a stick and poke with their respective paw/hoof)

really fucking boney

he and james have this weird relationship in which they love taking the piss off each other and the next second they're very clingy (when the rumor that the marauders were dating each other, most bets were placed on james and sirius)

has a really long fringe. by long, i mean it's always in his eyes and he constantly has to push his hair out of his face

chainsmoker

[connectionterminated13]

I realize it's been like a billion years since I've read the AR emails with Louis and Vanessa.

[kneeslapworthy]

S.Q. has a strong albeit shaky grip, which certainly makes precise linework difficult, but he’s learned to work around it. His hands are also cold and distinctively not clammy. Unlike some of his peers, (who he’s occasionally been able to observe more closely during class) S.Q.’s fingers do not leave behind small circles of perspiration on paper, he does not continuously drop his utensils in the cafeteria because his hands are too slippery, and he does not have to constantly wipe his hands on the front of his trousers to dry them off. He supposes it’s a small privilege, to be able to hold onto things and not constantly drop them. 

And yet, things continue to slip through his fingers. 

He often loses his pencils. Not the ones he uses for his art, no, those he keeps obsessively organized in a pencil case. If he were to lose those he doubts his father would be too pleased to purchase new ones. Meanwhile, the pencils and erasers required for his schoolwork just keep disappearing. It’s almost comical, how he can rummage through his mess of a bag (filled with pencil shavings, scraps of paper, and the dangerously sharp pieces of a broken ruler) and find everything but the one pencil he needs to be able to take a simple exam in Mr. Oshiro’s class. Or, that’s a lie; the exam was not simple. 

Often, he resorts to using his colored pencils when taking these exams (which results in odd looks from his teachers, but not much else). Students at the Institute are often too focused on achieving top marks to help another struggling student, least of all the headmaster’s supposedly spoiled son. Even then, S.Q. would never be able to accept a pencil from someone else, mostly out of fear of losing that too. Then there’s also the fact that people don’t offer S.Q. things without expecting certain favors in return. ‘Genuine generosity’ appears to be a rarity in the world, if not completely extinct. Not that S.Q. is any different, he hasn’t felt inclined to share – whether it’s his things or himself – in quite some time. It’s safer that way: Don’t take, don’t give, don’t lose. 

S.Q. could exist within that philosophy without too many issues. Sure, he wasn’t pleased nor even remotely close to happy (whatever that means), but at least it was safe. At least he knew where everything was. He couldn’t lose what he didn’t have, and what he did have could neatly fit into his bag (seemingly apart from pencils, erasers, intact rulers, and last week’s homework assignment for Mr. Oshiro’s class). 

That was until he met someone who gave without thinking. Someone whose hands and arms were perpetually open, as though in preparation to always just give, give, give. It didn’t make sense. At first, as S.Q. observed this generous vigilante from a distance, he wanted to tell them to close up: To fold their hands into fists and cross their arms over their chest; to keep their head down and to keep safe. But when the two spoke for the first time, in the confines of his father’s office (which is not how S.Q. would plan for any fruitful social interactions to take place in), S.Q. was instead introduced to the boy named Reynard, though he preferred to be called Reynie. 

And Reynie gave out his abbreviated name so freely – almost as freely as he lent out his pencils and homemade bookmarks – that anyone could assume to be his friend. And S.Q. found himself taking that title, ‘friend’, and gripping onto it. Tightly. He found himself giving in and giving away. 

Reynie never took without gratitude. In fact, it seemed as though he rarely took anything at all. S.Q. had wanted to be suspicious, like he had been in the beginning when the boy had been all but a silhouette clad in yellow. But it was difficult to continue poking at a bruise in order to keep it dark and painful when Reynie kept pulling his hand away; when he kept stilling his mind before his fears could lead it astray.

All of this was partly why the letter, dropped from a strange falcon, felt so dizzying. Like a cross between a racketing realization and a confirmation of a deep, visceral fear. Reynie’s purported ‘mission’ to stop his father’s ‘evil plot’ didn’t even matter to S.Q.. What mattered was that someone’s generosity had been so deeply fraudulent. It hadn’t been kindness, empathy, or any synonymous, redeemable trait. No, it had been nothing but unmitigated theft, taking under the guise of giving. And S.Q. didn’t know what to say. He had taken, he had given, he had lost. It was so simple, so predictable that he truly had no one to blame but himself. It was embarrassing. It was infuriating. 

But he also couldn’t allow himself to take from Reynie in return. To become a thief stealing from a thief. It would be unethical (not that ethics ever play a part in the field of thievery), or at least that was the only justification S.Q. could come up with at that moment. In retrospect, it was probably because he didn’t want to lose something – someone – he actually cared to keep, just this once. So, instead, he let the boy go. 

He let something slip through his fingers then, too. Whether that thing was Reynie, the boy with the open arms; or his own sanity, he isn’t quite sure of. As for right now, he tries not to hold on too tightly anymore. 

[multishipper-baby]

I'm pretty surprised that out of four finalists, three turned out to be femslash ships. I wonder if that's because of the fandom culture in Tumblr or something, because I feel like that doesn't really translate to the feelings of the fandom at large.

[crispyliza]

I'm no contact with my family but not because there's any bad blood between us, I'm just really bad at answering calls and messages.

[bragganhyl]

Good news: the Beast™ can run bee gee 3 (on medium graphics but it runs)

Bad news: those camera controls

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Ultrakilling it

[doedipus]

I'm really fascinated by the clade of twitch streamers that play games in ways that are like tedious beyond comprehension as like their bread and butter. speedrunners are a variant of this sometimes, if they're grinding for world records and reset within the first 10 minutes of a run over and over for 8 hours straight. but like, it's really pronounced with the people who do challenge runs

like there was a guy who spent most of last year doing a run of dark souls 3 where every enemy was replaced with one of the dlc bosses, and he spent probably 6 months just trying to fight the first mandatory one. every so often the weekly gdq stream will feature someone trying to do a run of some pokemon game where every 5 minutes they read off a new byzantine rule that explains why they have to lose and reset.

this whole paradigm would drive me insane. but like, for someone with enough patience, it's pretty brilliant. making a run of a game that's impossible to complete is, if nothing else, job security. if you gotta fill 4+ hours of stream every day with something, doing this kind of stuff takes the stress out of figuring out what to fill that with.

one must imagine sisyphus happy, etc

[afro-elf]

oh it's getting real bad lmaooooooo

[child-of-the-cosmos]

Random Oc sketch go-

So. I'm kinda making this up on the fly, but hear me out....

Name: Dracy (Drace for short)

Status: King

More info: In this world there are leaders, called Aces. The Aces are born with a symbol on their body that's connects them to whatever group they have to lead. (Heart, Diamond, Clover, or Spade.) And everytime on old Ace dies, a new Ace is born in their place. You can not hide an Ace. People have tried since the Aces are usually taken as soon as they are born to be primed into the new leader. Those who have tried to hide the Aces have all died. Usually by the hands of the Aide.

Dracy basically works as a bodyguard/aide for her Ace (the absolute leader of whatever their card is... which in this case, is the spade.) Drace kinda has to be by her Ace at all times, because if her Ace dies? And it's her fault? She dies, too. No questions asked.

Ahhhhhh I want to put more, but I don't want to fill this thing up by putting too much.

[project-catgirlpillar]

Mad respect to Groundhog Day the musical for having a song that’s literally “never stop trying to commit suicide”

Yeah that Sounds Like the Kind of Song groundhog day the musical would have

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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