#mellow loves you

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Ugh I haven’t really been on tumblr much recently because I’ve been so stupid busy but it’s the weekend and I thought of Melly because of course so now I’m here and I just wanna know what’s been up with you 😊 How has life been treating you?

Ugh Lemon I swear life just keeps getting busy and busy- like I have had a relatively easier last week because work was slow, but it starts in full force tomorrow and I'm not ready for the grill😭

But it's so sweet you decided to drop by, reading your messages always makes me so happy! I know you're still busy but I hope you get enough time to take care of yourself. Eat and sleep well and drink lots of water and don't keep sitting at the same spot for hours💖🥺Love you babe💫

[canisalbus]

If I remember correctly you created Machete around 2007-2008. But when did you create Vasco? (I'm sorry of this has been asked before, I couldn't find anything)

First finished pictures of Vasco are from 2018, but even before that I had been thinking it would be interesting if Machete had had one (1) romantic relationship in his youth before he was ordained. I just didn't have a name and design for him yet.

In the earliest sketches of Vasco, he first looked a little bit like a bordercollie, then like a spaniel or a setter. He had a darker color palette as well, sort of chestnut brown with white markings, but combined with the overpowering whiteness of Machete he looked kind of impassionate and drab, so I kept making him warmer and lighter until he became the golden boy he is today. The name came later, I just thought Vasco sounded friendly and charismatic. (Also the old finnish word 'vaski' means brass and bronze, and even if it's a tedious connection and doesn't factor into their canon at all, it felt too fitting to me personally and I had to go with it).

[bonetrousledbones]

so when are we gonna start appreciating undertale AUs for fueling a metric fuck ton of the creativity and longevity of the fandom because if i see one more person calling them the cringiest part of the last 8 years i might lose it

[secretmellowblog]

One thing I feel people almost always overlook about Javert is that:

The book’s narrator is usually harsh/sarcastic towards Javert, and that harshness is why his character has pathos. Javert is able to be sympathetic because Victor Hugo has basically no respect for his beliefs. Javert is so pitiable because Hugo mocks and drags him on basically every page he appears.

I’ve mentioned before that the message of Les Mis is (paraphrasing) that ACAB— Javert is the best police officer it is possible to be, and he is terrible, because the laws he enforces are terrible. His law & order ideology is terrible. Everything he believes is fundamentally wrong, and so deeply wrong that it deserves no respect.

Yes, Hugo acknowledges that Javert occasionally has a misguided kind of nobility— the nobility of holding yourself honestly to a set of bad rules, the nobility of following a terrible moral code even when it hurts you. But Hugo has no respect for Javert’s bigotry, or his bootlicking, or his deranged obsessive worship of law and order. Hugo portrays the way that Javert martyrs himself for his ideology as strangely honorable— but the ideology itself is mocked and condemned. Hugo thinks martyrdom is cool, but that Javert is martyring himself for a terrible cause.

In his most sympathetic moments, Javert’s worldview is portrayed as pitiable…. not a worldview that’s worthy of true total genuine respect, but a worldview that’s deeply pathetic in its wrongness.

Without himself suspecting the fact, Javert in his formidable happiness was to be pitied, as is every ignorant man who triumphs.

This is part of why those old 2012-era les mis fanfics always threw me off, if anyone remembers the fandom trends at the time. XD People used to write Valjean and pre-barricades Javert having political debates, as if the two of them could make arguments about law that were equally valid and worthy of respect, and pre-barricades Javert had a worthwhile set of beliefs that Valjean could learn from. But to me it’s personally kinda like, no XD. Nah. The whole thing about pre-barricades Javert is that he does not have any valid points to make. He has nothing resembling a point. He is “ignorant” and determined to stay that way because he literally believes that thinking is evil. He is a violent authoritarian whose worldview is just “mindless self-destructive bootlicking and bigotry.” I joked about it in a previous post but if we want a character who offers a genuinely meaningful counterpoint to Valjean’s philosophy, who could debate him on politics, and who could represent justice while Valjean represents mercy— that character is Enjolras, not Javert.

Valjean has a fascinating complicated relationship with law and politics and violence, but Javert is just a deeply pitiable brainwashed creature who martyrs himself for Wrong things.

Hugo pities Javert, but he does not treat Javert’s worldview --‘authority is always right, rigid social hierarchies must always be enforced, human life has no intrinsic value, the police must violently suppress any kind of crime or rebellion’— as something that deserves to be genuinely respected. It is not something that’s even worthy of debate. It is wrong, it is nonsense, it is an incoherent cruel self-contradicting ideology, and Javert only believes it because (to quote Hugo’s sarcastic narration) “thought was something to which he was unused.” (Or to be more charitable, Javert believes these terrible things because he was born inside a prison and has been brainwashed from birth into internalizing a cruel carceral view of the world.)

And I think Hugo generally does a good job of walking that tightrope — having pity for Javert without portraying Javert’s ideology as something worthy of genuine admiration. He sympathizes with how rigidly Javert holds himself to his own moral code, while condemning the moral code itself for being idiotic. He has empathy with Javert’s sincere self-destructive dedication to what he believes in, while pointing out the things he believes in are all stupid. He pities Javert’s martyrdom, while condemning the nonsense that Javert martyrs himself for.

One of my Top Ten Favorite Pathetic Javert Moments is this one, when Javert recognizes Marius’s body after the barricades:

A spy of the first quality, who had observed everything, listened to everything, and taken in everything, even when he thought that he was to die; who had played the spy even in his agony, and who, with his elbows leaning on the first step of the sepulchre, had taken notes.

Because Javert martyrs himself so earnestly for this terrible cause! He “takes notes” even when he believes he’s going to die and the notes cannot possibly be of any use to anyone, simply because taking notes is the thing he has been ordered to do. He’s so self-destructively dedicated to performing these useless pointless tasks because he believes there is real ~dignity~ to his mindless bootlicking— when there isn’t.

That’s why Javert’s emotional breakdown and suicide hit so hard for me, in a way that it wouldn’t if the narration was forgiving towards his stupid belief system. The contrast between Javert’s sheer pathetic terror and the often harsh/sarcastic narration is just….wild. It makes Javert sympathetic without making his awful ideology seem good, reasonable, or valuable. (And while this is only adjacent to the point I’m making- the harsh narration in Derailed also emphasizes the way Javert has been trained to view his own thoughts/emotions with contempt.) Javert is deeply pitiable/sympathetic without his ideology being framed as correct. And the whole tragedy of his character comes from the fact that he is utterly entirely wrong.

If I were to summarize the pathos of Javert, I wouldn’t say “he’s sympathetic because he’s a noble anti-hero with good strong morals who makes some valuable points about the importance of law” or w/e. I’d say that you can feel sorry for him because he’s a wretched brainwashed creature who’s never done anything right even though he wants to, and is deeply ridiculously pathetic without ever realizing it.

As Hugo puts it: “without himself suspecting the fact, Javert (…) was to be pitied.”

[sleepiestslooth]

thinking about the scene in ep 19 where the ninja are sneaking in imperium and it cuts to wyldfyre vocalizing her little sneaking theme and when lloyd asks kai to do something about it he just enables her further and they both start doing it oh my god i love them theyre so stupid i need a thousand more scenes just like this

[mamoonde]

i really really really love the idea of wei wuxian revolutionizing modern cultivation over breakfast and conceptualizing these different theories simultaneously because the adhd brain has no brakes and the only reason it took him a decade to publish all these ideas was because he could not stick to a single train of thought long enough to finish (verbalizing) it, let alone put it down on paper coherently.

the only reason he even got to publishing them eventually (and enrolling to cultivation theory grad program to get on that track) was because one morning, his undergrad thesis advisor, lan qiren, finally got fed up and sat him down for an early morning progress check-in because it was midterm season and wei wuxian still hadn't decided on a topic.

wei wuxian, fueled by an unhealthy amount of redbull and three all-nighters, finally word vomits all his 'convoluted' ideas which he'd thought were uselessly obvious and redundant (because he's gone over these like a bajillion times, it's very plain-as-day to him, so he probably just hasn't read the articles that say these exact things).

lan qiren, teacup frozen halfway to his mouth: ...first of all, i only understood half of how you got to these conclusions, which only means they are indeed too convoluted and will need to be pared down; secondly: you have never mentioned any of these ideas before. why.

wei wuxian: oh. haven't i? oh well, i just thought, xyz, because, obviously, abcde. which is really what the 2 centuries old law on ghjkl was alluding to, right? and so, logically, xyz.

lan qiren: [mind blown, screaming, good gods this is the same child who's always tardy and spent freshman year pulling on the metaphorical pigtails of my straight-laced nephew?!?!??!??!?!] ..again, why...how have you never even spoken or submitted these ideas?

wei wuxian: because!!! they're so obvious!! surely, it's been published somewhere already? i can't be the only one to connect these dots, surely??

lan qiren: incredibly, you are. no one else has even thought to question tradition nor pursued more thoughts on the law of ghjkl, with half as much...sound arguments as you seem to have. in the past century, the focus of modern cultivation has tended towards practical uses and tools, some fine-tuning, perhaps. not entirely new theories.

wei wuxian: huh....

lan qiren, sighing, feeling a migraine: your problem with your thesis is not a lack of focus or ingenuity, but likely to be more a lack of recent, evidentiary sources. you will need to become very familiar with the university archives and dig deep for sources that will back up every argument you make.

he jots down notes on a paper. "you will also need to strictly adhere to the structure and methodology of these articles, especially given how radical your thesis will be. if you are diligent enough, you may just be able to submit your thesis without too much of a delay." he slides the list of materials to a gaping wei wuxian. "depending on your output then, we can discuss the possibility of submitting this for peer review."

"peer review." wei wuxian repeats. "as in, that thing where some uppity committee of old coots put their stamp of approval for it to become the reading materials of undergrads like me. you're joking."

lan qiren chooses to ignore the sentiment about peer review committees being uppity old coots, especially considering how he can't completely deny it on account of some of his colleagues, but also as a member said peer review committee, he isn't exactly pleased about being lumped in the same category.

wei wuxian backtracks at his unamused look. "right, you're not joking, of course you're not." he slowly inches the list towards himself. "right, yes, i guess i'll uh, get to it then. ok bye."

----

idk, just, waves hand at wei wuxian candidly explaining new modern cultivation theories over cheerios at 2 in the afternoon to lwj who's trying to help him structure his grad thesis, getting mind blow dick hard at how this messy genius who's talking with his mouth full of half eaten cereal is the object of his affection....

wwx: --oh, oops, your highlighter fell

lwj: mn

wwx: ...aren't you gonna get that?

lwj: it's fine; i'll pick it up later. finish your thought.

wwx: right... i'll pick it up for you!

lwj, fighting for his life, trying to think unsexy thoughts: NO! sit. finish your meal, and then your thought.

[kbmrjmd]

welsknight has one of the most pleasant voices out of the hermits in my opinion

[seaglassdinosaur]

Grover talking about Ares’ wars like they’re the niche indi-albums of a popular artist is everything to me.

[mellowcremepuff]

Reblog with 1 f/o and I will assign them a stim toy based on 🫧vibes🫧

mdni / proshippers dni

[toasted-melow]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS WAAAA I CANT BELIEVE THAT DHEJEJIRJEJE😩✋️💖💖💖 Here have frank falling in love ❤️

Here is the none animation version I really love frank so much 😩✋️💖💖

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Mel! Hru? :D

Hey Rennie!! I'm doing fine-ish, I think? Just have a lot on my plate rn, but how are you? How's school going?💖🥺

PS. Have I ever told you how thankful I am for you always checking up on me like this?

[sadderdaazee]

𐙚⋆.˚𝐀 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦; 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 ⋆.˚𐙚

lali's note!! (this drabble is cheesier than i wanted it to be so apologies in advance :p . also, reader is kinda poc, i mentioned :not explicitly: like once or twice only tho. and song recc!!)

there's something about toji that stirs his heart into your home.

something about him that caresses your fragile words with a hint of 'i love yous' and 'thank yous'.

feeling akin to sifting fingers within warm wool in withering winter.

akin to touching stars between your fingers.

you're reading a book avidly, skimming about pages with your husband laying his head by your chest. and despite his vague interest in such novels you shrug him into reciting with you, he can't help but delve himself into your imagination, reading of dialogues that make of the stories together.

of having read countless times the book 'wuthering heights', this time, toji quietlu listens to you, feeling the tips of your fingers weave a soothing rhyme to his heart.

he lays by your chest, droopy gaze finding solace in the endless words you read to him like a baby. fingers threading among his dark locks, you feel his breaths.

autumn has touched her feet among the skies, kissing every corner with quite rattles of the foreboding of winter.

"be with me always," you read, tone desperate to claw at the emotions of each syllable, "- take any form - drive me mad!" you trace your fingers by his jaw, feeling the stubble thats grown slightly, eyes dancing about his own. by now, you've memorised each dialogue of the book, as you sing it to him while you set the book aside, "only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!" he looks up at you, eyes dim from the scant lighting of your room, yet spry with such sparkles, he torches your heart with his sun. "it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!" you whisper to his chuckle.

you're selfish when it comes to feeling loved. he knows that. he is too. and if he isn't as desperate, he's far more than you.

he can't help but fall again.

in love again. so utterly, madly, carelessly, childishly in love again.

so helplessly, recklessly, selfishly, as he pulls your lips to his.

then, for a moment, he stays still. takes in your scent, memorizes your warmth kissing against his own. for a moment, he feels your heart beat in sync with his. he's falling by your side.

"jiji," you whisper, laying cheek to cheek with him as he mushes into your affection.

"hey," he replies, turning his head to kiss you on your cheek.

"what do you want for dinner?" you turn to him, that your lips are lingering perilously away from his.

"let me take you out tonight," he whispers, mingling his lips to your own in a form of peck.

"we're tight on money this month, honey," you peck him once more, an impish smile flairing by your cheeks.

"don't worry about the budget tonight," he pecks your lips, like periods to his replies.

"you gave up on gambling, you're finally earning loyally," you peck, "don't–"

"what's the point of earning, if i can't let you rest for a while." he doesn't peck, and for a moment, you almost frown. but he pulls your lips in an indulgent kiss.

you're taken with a sprinkle of shock, but you give in anyway. tasting his lips, his breath, everything that makes of him.

he has to lift you away from him, to dive into your sultry gaze and swim away from everything he's ever become.

"i love you," you must've whispered.

"i love you too," he must've replied.

then he slips away from the bed, gently as your eyes trail him. he takes one of his shirts out and green cargos, and avidly, you watch him in scrutiny. next, he moves to your closet, a small almirah containing your clothes.

he has to peek for a moment, deciding what you'd look good in today. and a meek dress hand sewn by you catches his eye.

its flowy, like the smiles you cannot contain that draw by your lips.

he's so ridiculously brawny, that when he takes your dress into his palsmy, it looks so tiny, despite it being not.

with that, you two get ready.

the food was delicious.

albiet not as fancy and extravagant as toji would've loved it to be for you, it was homely.

you and him hold hands, his awfully big hands grasping onto your own, making your palm feel so dainty against his. (no, you're not dainty, he's just too brawny)

the skies have a coat of woolen gray clouds that hug away the stars. not a single speck of starlight or moonlight slips through them, but its oddly comforting.

the concrete under your sandals is damp, air a little misty from the vague invitation of rain.

"i'm so full," you pat your belly playfully, and toji has to bite away the stupid grin that urges to form by his lips.

and then, when you're around a more secluded part of the road, where the flickering streetlights don't kiss away the dark, toji holds you by your waist.

you chuckle away the fluster heating beneath your skin. and through your chuckle, the clouds dance away.

a glint of moonlight falls against your skin, giving it just the right bronze glimmer that toji can never get enough of.

"you're shivering," he breathes.

"not. i'm jus' really happy right now." a grin. you tend to the shiver that has rattled it's home within your happiness in the form of adrenaline. he kisses you, kisses you again.

and as you pull away, twirling around, holding his hand as the road falls quiet of its crowd, you feel him smile.

one you've memorised countless times till you no longer have to look at him to know about the crease pulling by the corner of his lips.

he holds you by your waist, moulding himself into your impish shenanigans. the way you hold his hands, twirl around again as if dancing to the sky.

a frosty drop of water clinks against your eyes making you flinch, sliding away from your skin as if melting cocoa.

"it's raining!" you laugh.

you're taken by surprise, but you indulge within the feeling anyway.

he has to take a moment to settle your sight into his mind in such a way that it becomes a tattoo to his brain.

the rain falls, and falls again till you and your husband are drowned within the pattering drops of water.

you look at him with squinted eyes, water trailing by the corner of your gaze. and for once, you wonder if you've ever fallen so desperately in love before. because as he grins with every wrinkle of his skin, you melt, akin to the water pouring by your skin.

and it all feels so stagnant, that you urge to never let this moment cease.

to grasp him between your fingers and selfishly dissolve into him.

he picks you up amidst your trance, and a small yelp leaves your throat, legs dangling as he spins you around in his arms.

you laugh heartily, hand perilously holding his shoulder, water flowing over the crevices of your skin. toji guffaws, finding himself syncing within your hearty laughs you splay out so vulnerably to him.

wet hair sticks to your nape, your forehead as water trails across your body, sputtering every drop from you and wringing it out to the road.

"you'll catch a cold," he yells amidst his pointless laughs that dissolves to a grin again, putting you down on the road. amidst the heavy rain, red lights from someones approaching car scatter through the drops.

and in an immediate motion, toji grabs you by your waist and pulls you back, till your hitting his chest and adrenaline is running across your veins.

through all of this, when you listen to the thunder brawling beneath toji's ribs, you're reminded that despite any showers of cold, he'd still melt away your winters.

he sighs, grin still there like a mark of relief that he caught you in time.

you're quick to leave his side, and intriguied, he let's you hold his hand.

with an impish glint in your gaze, you jump against the nearest puddle, dirty water splashing everywhere on you as toji has to flinch away from your shenanigans.

you do it again, and again, and again, till you feel his laughs tattoo itself against your memory.

a memory you're sure you're never letting go of.

and then, he's joining you, jumping once in the puddle. yet, when he jumps, you're sure he's emptied the entire pit as the water just sways everywhere.

it makes you laugh, and it's so infectious that he has to adopt it too.

he crouches in front of you, both of your clothes pulling with the falling drops of water.

"we'll reach home faster like this." he tells you, gesturing his hand towards himself so you'd climb on. he just wants to feel your warmth against his skin.

"we'll slip and fall!" you laugh, finding your voice abd skin already drenched, yet albiet your words, you cling against his back.

with a smile, you accept his offer.

his scent is there. gripping to his skin like a memory as his brawny hands lock you close to him.

he isn't wearing any cologne, but the faint scent of his deodorant and a mix of rain fills your senses, withering your touch of reality into his grasp as you melt away.

and there he goes, laughing like a baby again.

you grip onto his damp shirt, grin tattooed against your lips as you snuggle within his skin.

he's walking-running-ish now, not fast to be called a sprint but not slow to be labled a walk. just enough for the rain to cut away from you both.

and within minutes, you're standing by your apartment's doormat, dripping profousely as toji wrings his shirt.

he turns to you, and sees you already grinning at him. so he can't help but oick you up in a bridal carry, to the laundry room as he sits you by the dryer.

"we're wet," you whisper, cheeks cold as water trails to your calves.

he says nothing, yet his nothings always say everything as his lips linger by your own.

he kisses you, a fragile peck as he takes your dress off and throws it in the dryer.

he tells you you can shower first, but you avidly shake your head.

"let's shower together," you tell him, a smile kissing your cheeks.

and he doesn't bite away the grin forming at his skin, for when you're both clean and in a drier and warmer set of pyjamas, he can't help but surrender to your comforting touch lacing by his hair, snuggling into his skin. he never liked rains, but for once, he wishes it rains again.

it's still raining outside, and toji has to look at you, if he's ever been so content with life. right now, if he believes in God, he's thanking Him.

he's sure, he'll fall in love with you even more, and sure there's no end to it.

there's something about toji, that entwines between your fingers and pets your hair till you're drifting to sleep.

something about him, that makes you feel as if home only exists into his embrace

[secretmellowblog]

Jean Valjean and Cosette fleeing Paris <3

[corvid-feathers]

Me looking into the Hazbin Hotel fandom is like the "Why do I hear boss music?" Meme. Like I like Hazbin Hotel, but some of the people here seem obsessed with saying it has no flaws.

I like the show, it IS flawed and that's fine. I don't care if it's well written or not, I just wanna watch silly cartoon demons man. I have a stupid sense of humor and the constant swearing is really entertaining for me, but I can see how not many people actually talk like that

But damn looking into the fandom was kinda ehhhhhh. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of good people in the fandom. This post is just talking about the stuff that kinda concerned me.

Like I've seen people get harassed for redesigning the characters and uhhh....there's nothing wrong with that? Let them live???

Also please stop shipping Alastor with everyone, he is canonically aroace, it's been mentioned by the creator's multiple times

and you know it's ok to not like a show, just please guys. Don't flood someone's inbox if they don't like the show, it's their opinion. It is ok to have a different opinion.

My rant is over, shoutout to the fans who don't do any of the stuff I just rambled about

[hoshigray]

gojo or geto?

nanami or choso?

toji or sukuna?

yes.

[woundlingus]

What the fuck is up with alarm clock anxiety it’s actually the worst. New job, new people, I’ve been out for like five years with disability in the prime of my youth so I’m a little awkward. I don’t care about ANY of that. My alarm clock scary, tummy hurt, oooooh alarm gonna yell at me in the morning better wake up ten times in the night just incase I can wake a minute before hand and not have it yell at me I don’t likey :( cause I’m just a little guy ooooh don’t yell at meeeeee :(