#ok i'm sleeping

[homielander]

shiv's motivations for voting to pass the gojo deal are so layered and i don't think they should be dismissed in favour of any one interpretation. shiv desperately grabbed on to a lifeline for her relationship with tom. shiv was the deciding vote and she couldn't bear to hold the crown only for a moment just to place it atop her brother's head. shiv knew she would have more influence as wife of CEO rather than sister of CEO. shiv absolutely hated seeing kendall crystallize into logan before her eyes, especially when he made roman bleed ("and if we did kill him we get to go to bed") -- succession has always been about siblings so of course she tried to free her brothers before her child. shiv still thinks she can raise her child with all the material benefits of being the daughter of waystar CEO while doing better by her, whatever that means. and all of those things are true

[pseudophan]

anthony is dead: the funeral roast (paid content)

[crownleys]

is anyone else just like, having A Time of it lately

[expelliarmus]

[mylittleredgirl]

controversial opinion, but i love second-person pov in fic. in this case, i specifically don't mean x-reader; that seems like a different kind of story that scratches another itch.

i want you to be a fully-fledged character, familiar, recognizable. the thing i love about second-person is not that it inserts me into the story as a reader, but that it inserts the narrator as this omniscient, invisible, inescapable force.

in present or future tense -- you do this; you will do this -- the repeated you becomes a back beat of inevitability. the character is being moved from page to page by the voice of god, and we can see god's shadow on the wall. the you is so bound by the constraints of their own character, their own nature, that they could never have chosen another path. it creates an undertone of horror in any genre for me. the story is that there could be no story other than the one the narrator chooses to tell.

[wistfulwatcher]

NEW YEAR'S EVE + ROMCOMS

New Year's Eve (2011) Sleepless in Seattle (1993) A Lot Like Love (2005) When Harry Met Sally (1989) While You Were Sleeping (1995) The Five-Year Engagement (2012)

[daily-odile]

exhaustion

[mayhemspreadingguy]

"If you stare into the abyss,

the abyss stares back at you."

[princenotsocharming]

Morning after an absolutely innocent sleepover at Harrington's... Billy will totally stay for breakfast.. or will he?

(closeups under the cut)

[temeyes]

'eepy time! good night!

[nitw]

[expelliarmus]

[krysmcscience]

Trying out a mix of my own style and the game's. I can't seem to get Narinder to look quite the way I want him to, because of course that precious bastard cat has to be difficult. >:\ I was expecting the Bishops to be a lot harder to draw, but they were pretty cooperative. Ratau, on the other hand...man, fuck that little dude. I redrew him five times and I still don't like how he looks. >:[

I decided to take a few creative liberties with what Leshy and Shamura are wearing under their cloaks. Mostly because I find it funny to ban Leshy from freeballing down there, and also because I wanted to incorporate the many bandages Shamura has for their eldritch form in some way.

ALSO I GAVE THE APPROPRIATE ANIMALS BACK THEIR TAILS BECAUSE BOTH THEY AND WE WERE ROBBED D:<

Oh, right, and there's this weirdo, too

In the full file of all these goobers together, they're judging everyone else with that look.

I should have been asleep hours ago BYE

(yeets this post into the tumblrsphere and collapses)

[teddybeartoji]

watching a movie with roomie!gojo until he feels your head drop onto his shoulder. his breath gets caught in his throat and he tries to glimpse at you, to see if you're really sleeping or just leaning on him. not that he minds, though. but when he feels your slow and deep breaths, he know it's the former. so he, ever so gently, moves your head down onto his lap and pulls the blanket over your sleeping form. he turns down the tv volume and lowers his hand to your head. his long fingers bury themselves into your hair, combing through it, careful not to pull on any knots. he pushes some of it behind your ear to see your peaceful expression. you look so cute. your brows are relaxed for once - he keeps making fun of you and your silly little habit of mindlessly furrowing your brows at the most random times. another habit of yours he has noticed still manages to poke through even in your slumber - your pretty lips are forming the cutest pout and satoru can't help but smile down at you. he traces his fingertips over your cheek before continuing twirling a strand of hair in his hand. the tv is quietly playing in the background but it's long forgotten - someone way more important has his attention now.

[irritablepoe]

It feels like it's been yesterday when I asked bones for the fyolai hand holding scene..

Bones... when I said fyolai hand holding... this isn't what I meant...

[solacium]

presence // aventurine

he'll never outrightly ask you what it is, not at the outset.

he might find you curled on the couch, quiet, trying to breathe out the something in your chest that writhes and constricts, or in tears, but he won't ask, only sit quietly with you, lean against you, the weight of him enough to reassure you of his presence. maybe you reach for him, curl into the hollow of his body, and he'll let you, hold you until the tears stop, or you can feel your hands again, or you fall asleep, to the steady rhythm of his heart.

you'll wake, or look at him, and he'll speak, then, maybe look back at you with those iridescent eyes that you love, as he asks, softly, if you're feeling better, if you want to talk about it.

he'll keep you company, either way, listening. there is a steadiness in the weight of his arms around you, in the even beat of his heart against your back. you'll have to move, eventually, one of your legs falling asleep under you, and you'll both laugh, and shift. he gently disentangles himself from you, to get you something to drink. you settle back down, curled around each other, talk quietly until the sunlight changes.