#imma stop tagging now

[medlabmech]

Oh golly, oh gee, it's that time of day again, huh.

You know, the one that makes you feel as if an abyss would greet you if you opened my chest.

The one where you're just having shitty days after shitty days and you're supposed to take it because "that's how it's been, that's how it's always been"

The one were the only constant in your life is the constant exhaustion.

The one that leaves you unable to even shout and communicate your pain to others, hell, communicate anything, really.

I'm so incredibly tired of this, every single day. Is it really that big of a sin to be born a Greek male?

[jestierabbit]

[lynxfrost13]

I’m sorry Holt.

[wrencatte]

mini-fic 3! Cere POV. linguist!Cal, Mantis Crew as Family, Merrin & Cal bonding 1.2k words

“This one?”

Cal squints at it for half a second, says “yes,” then looks back down.

“What about this one?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even look!”

“Greez, that’s the third time you’ve shown me that one.”

“No, it – oh, wait, haha, yeah it is. Okay. Let me see….”

Cere watches in fond amusement as Greez goes back to the shelves. Merrin comes over with a tome from deeper within the city library and angles it in a way Cal can look at it without straining his neck. His expression brightens and he takes it, running his fingers over the edges and corners.

There’s a slight twist in the Force that Cere’s beginning to learn means he found an echo. She has to focus pretty hard to feel it so she only pays it enough attention to be sure Cal’s not about to fall into anything nasty – not that she can do anything about it if he does, but she likes to be prepared – and tunes back into the softly murmured conversation between Merrin and Cal.

The Nightsister looks absolutely delighted at having found something in a language Cal doesn’t recognize, all quiet pride and subtle preening. Cere hides a smile behind her hand. Adorable. Cal flips the tome open and the two of them duck heads, Cal underlining a few words with his finger and saying something that Merrin repeats. He shakes his head and says it again. Her face twists in thought as she sounds it out before giving it voice and he nods rapidly, grinning. She smiles back, one of those small soft ones that pops up whenever it’s just her and Cal.

Cere is just about to go back to her own readings when Greez arrives, BD-1 whirling on his shoulder, a book held over his head in triumph.

“Ha! Try this on for size!”

Cal takes the book carefully. “I know this one,” he tells Greez, who groans in disappointment. “But, oh wow.” He flips through a few pages, lips moving as he reads the text silently to himself. “I can’t believe they have a book written in pre-Reformation Gwyrdd’tafodi. Do you know how rare that is? When they switched over, they deliberately destroyed all they could! An archivist hid this away for a hundred years in order to get it safely off the planet. It kept getting passed down the family line until one of them got passage on a ship.”

Greez crosses one set of arms, his free hands on his hips. He watches Cal fondly as the young Jedi’s excitement grows with every page flip. “You know, I would’ve never pegged you as such a gigantic nerd.”

“Jedi were scholars and peacekeepers before they were soldiers,” Cere says quietly. A hush falls on the group. Cal ducks down, shoulders hunching, eyes kept resolutely on the page though it’s obvious he’s not reading a single word. She smiles and adds lightly, “We’re all nerds.”

Cal laughs first, tinged with grief and legitimate delight. He tucks the book Greez brought under the one Merrin showed him, which makes Merrin throw Greez a smirk and for the latero to throw his crossed arms up in the air in a huff. Cere rolls her eyes fondly and catches Cal’s gaze. He grins, unrepentant, enjoying whatever contest is going on between their friends. It gets Cal more books without him getting up, so he’s not going to stop them.

Greez’s frustration is amusing to watch, especially when he snatches BD from scanning the book Cal has open so he can co-opt the droid’s database to help find a language Cal doesn’t know. It’s not helping. BD-1’s database might be filled with years and years of history and culture but knowing the intimate details of a language instead of just a simple dictionary is completely different.

Merrin listens to Cal read out loud for a few minutes, humming at all the right moments, but obviously thinking hard about something. Cere gives up on reading her book and focuses on the two of them, curious as to what’s going to happen next.

“How many languages do you know?”

Cal’s teeth click he stops talking so fast. “I don’t know,” he admits with a shrug. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I know a language until I see or hear it again. Sometimes not even then! It doesn’t always register it as a different language. It’s just…words I understand.”

She tilts her head, expression intense. “Could you learn Dathomiri?”

He grins and quips something in the smokey, gritty sounding language of Dathomir. Merrin’s eyes widen, and then, suddenly, they glimmer with a wetness both Cere and Cal pretend they don’t see.

Knuckles pressed to her lips, she breathes a very quiet, “oh,” before clearing her throat and adding roughly, “Your accent is terrible.”

“Is it though?” Cal asks smugly.

Merrin scowls. “I will teach you more…if you want to learn.”

Cal’s expression softens. “I would love to. Thank you for sharing it with me.” He adds something in Dathomiri at the end that has Merrin abruptly turning back to their shared book, expression pained and grieving.

Cere nudges the Nightsister with a tendril of the Force and gets a small smile in response. They don’t share the same bond as Jedi do, but theirs is enough for Cere to believe her. She settles back in her chair, musing on what her life has become, sharing a bond with a Nightsister, before she shrugs it off and fully intends on finally going back to her reading with Merrin and Cal’s back-and-forth as a background noise.

Except Greez comes back again, the book he carries is much thinner than any of the ones stacked around Cal like a barrier. BD-1 clicks excitedly and Greez is grinning smugly as he waves the book in the air.

“Did you know this place has an unknown language section? Guess who found it!” he all but brags. Merrin frowns, nose wrinkling while Cal laughs brightly and holds out a hand for the book.

Greez slaps it in his hand, earning a scandalized look from one of the librarians. Merrin and Cere laugh as he hunches down with quick apologies. Cal inspects the book carefully. If there are any echoes, they’re soft and quick. He grins.

“Congratulations, Greez, I don’t know this one.”

The latero cheers silently, all four arms thrown up in victory.

Merrin rolls her eyes. “You still lost. I found one first.”

Cal hums. “Best two out of three? This place is open for another five hours.”

The two of them exchange looks for a full second before Merrin jumps out of her chair and rushes into the depths of the library. Greez yelps and follows her as fast as he can without running. Cere hides her face, as though that will keep people from realizing they’re with her. Cal laughs, covering his mouth with his book. His eyes peek over, glittering in mirth. He pulls the book away, and holds it to his cheek, leaning in like he has a secret. Cere can’t help but lean in to hear it.

“I already know the language,” he admits.

Cere blinks at him then laughs loudly – nearly getting them kicked out of the library.

[theproblemcallednight]

guys i found the cure to my artblock. sigma

ok ok so imagine sigma goes on a whole like villain arc bc of ep 11 and he's finally decided to put his foot down and become the greatest badass ever-

and this is his glow up outfit. or smth like this. idk wat do yall think.

oh yeah @aroacesigma came up w the villain sigma thingy originally so props to him :))

[randaccidents]

I have been informed that as the death counter person it is my solemn duty to update chat about the death count in the rp HAHA.

Its been, what, 27 days since we started? It's only been a month??? The current death count looks like this:

Host: 22

Heart: 9 + 1

Mind: 2

(oh the plus one? just my harsh little reminder that there is more than one way for Heartless Heart to die :3, the death is not physical or traditional so I gave it a separate counter)

[saeriibon]

borrowed twitter template by user @/ratttt0526

my armored core sillies

[tallbluelady]

I saw this mod so this happened :3

[izzy140105]

Wasn't gonna drink tonight, but I just remembered how much Elia Martell and Lyanna Stark suffered at the hands of that twink bitch Rhaegar Targaryen...

[that-was-anticlimactic]

one of the worst feelings ever is wanting to write but your hands hurt too much or the words just don’t want to work so you just sit there staring at a half finished doc with tears in your eyes bc you want to write and you need to write but everything is telling you that you can’t

[you-need-not-apply]

TUMBLR

What are you doing.

[randum-famdoms]

GODS FUCKING DAMNIT WHY DID MY PARENTS DECIDE THAT A HOUSE LESS THAN 100 FEET AWAY FROM A HIGHWAY WAS A GOOD FUCKING IDEA

[canonically-a-genloser]

your friends/moots as other emojis/things you associate them with?

sO im gonna try and put a couple different people in this INSERT ME BEIN A SAPPY MOTHERFUCKER UNDER THE CUT

so theres @/greenpirate05 and she's my brother basically. she reminds me of yellow and seeing clouds from plane windows and rainstorms when its just getting dark outside and a lot more. she reminds me of ghostbur and the yellow and blue heart emojis. btw i think ghostbur should be her oc now as a treat

@/crowtheflame again xe reminds me of lauren sanderson and bookstores and hotels and swimming pools and woods and driving down an empty road singing who knows what but its fun whatever it is

we dont talk much now but i have a friend named lilly. they remind me of lambs and daisies and blankets and iced coffee and emoji wise they used the red hearts a good amount too (:

@/xxyourmonsterxx i know bro hasnt been on here in fuckin ages but he reminds me of peaches and adventure time. the way he told me all the time i was like finn and kept showing me that one cursed peach gif. funny as all hell too

and then theres just the randy collective in general. theyve been puttin up with my clueless ass since june last year. they remind me of a billion and one things by now. hannibal. tfb. tmnt. canine poetry. different themed blogs and the correlating characters. its just the littlest bit funny

[i-swear-its-only-ironical]

Okay but SAO abridged!Kirito and Blitzø. Do you see my vision? Do you see it???

[six-demon-bag]

what about your rarepair? 👀 (this is babycupart btw this is my main blog i can’t send asks on my art sideblog 😭)

ahh so first then: i would encourage more rarepair batshittery for you but alas....i dont know anything about star trek so it would be wasted on me 😔

my mcu rarepair is Bucky/John Walker, but there's dozen of us! i think. probably a dozen. god i don't even know. tiny but strong for our poor maligned baby john 🥲

my other self-created monstrosity rarepairs are all my Daniel Brühl Cinematic Universe crossovers that usually have Zemo as my ship hub....so it's kind of cheating to say they're a rarepair when i made them up and also it's a crossover. and the same actor. like yeah, of course its rare smh. why am i like this.

watching db movies is hazardous lest i collect yet another babygirl for my stables

[mercurymacaroons]

woagh 2 posts in one day