#todays been such an awful day

[shatteredsnail]

6 hour shift + 1 hour of dogsitting + 6 hours of babysitting = one very tired snail

[dailynakaharachuuya]

10. Painters AU 12. Coffee shop AU 15. Dazai Chuuya 15 16. ADA AU

[exilepurify]

I recently re-watched some of the MP100 anime and it's really got me thinking about how horrifying it must have been for Reigen all those times where he could only sit there and wait to hear if Mob was alright. As the audience, we follow Mob around the story, so he's not often absent to the viewers like he is to those who love him.

I've been thinking about season 1—Mob not showing up to work for the first time ever, not answering his phone, and his GPS pinging at a random spot in the middle of the forest outside the city. How must that taxi ride have felt for Reigen, just staring at the red dot on his phone screen, having no idea what he'd find? Sure, he's a powerful psychic, but he's also 14. He's just a boy.

Or during Mogami arc, when Reigen had to sit there next to Mob's body, empty and cold on the tile floor and completely devoid of life or a soul, with no idea when or if he'd return. After Dimple, who knows very well how possession works, had warned him again and again that Mob was dead and never coming home. The fact that when Mob first wakes up back in his body, Reigen was already bent over him, sweating, eyes wide, telling him, “I actually thought you might’ve died.” That was around 45 minutes or an hour for Reigen.

It took 4-5 hours for Reigen, Ritsu, Teru, and Dimple to just lay eyes on Shigeo after the explosion at the end of season 2. 4-5 hours of searching through the rubble after they all watched a massive explosion consume him first-hand. He was buried completely within the broccoli and they only found him once they got a shovel and started digging. How must it have felt, searching for that long and still not knowing if they were going to find him alive? Or those few moments after finding his face buried in the ground, calling out for him again and again without any response or signs of life? Reigen played it off as a joke—“I thought you were a goner back there Mob. Pretty scary!”—but you can hear the fear in their voices when they’re calling for Mob to wake up, and it’s not really a joke.

Or even before that, when Reigen was sprinting his way up hundreds of stairs, gun heavy in his hands, after Dimple told him that Toichiro was intent on mercilessly killing Mob. Walking in and finding him crumpled and broken, held up by his hair. One very quiet, very weak “Ma…ster…” and then he’s unmoving on the ground. Desperately, “Hey…! You still alive, Mob?”

“I’m a pathetic excuse for a master.” Always left waiting until it’s too late. Until Confession Arc, when he finally runs into the fray to bring Mob home himself, just in time.

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

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[ailani-reillata]

YOU GUYS???!!!! THE ACOLYTE HAS ALMOST 900 HITS IM GONN CRY????? AND OVER A HUNDRED COMMENTS (I KNOW HALF OF THEM ARE MINE BUT STILL THEY ALL MEAN A LOT TO ME)!!!!!

I know I’m like, the most annoying broken record at this point, but I don’t want anyone to ever doubt my thankfulness for even a second, I want you guys to know how deep my appreciation goes. I am thankful for every second, every instant of support and love you’ve shown me. It may only take a second for you, it might seem like a mere click or a mere comment, but please know these are not mere acts for me, they mean the absolute world. I never had people appreciate or value my stories before tumblr, I’ve never had people care about my creativity or anything. 

This story is so so so important for me, I needed to write it and sort through myself and my culture and my emotions and my health, and to see you all supporting this vulnerability and effort with such love and vocal support brings literal tears to my eyes. Having a creative outlet literally saved my life, and having you all encourage, enjoy, and support that outlet gives me strength as well. Casual joy and fun are so important to maintain mental health and stability, and you’ve all given me a place to create and laugh and grow, and I’m so thankful. You’ve given me a rare gift, thank you so much.

Whether you read one chapter, one line, or the entire thing, thank you so much for supporting The Acolyte. Every hit touches my heart, and makes me feel appreciated. Even if you only read for one second, your hit made me feel appreciated, thank you. 

I want to express a massive thank you to everyone who left comments as well, seeing your thoughts reinvigorates me and inspires me. You bring me comfort I cannot repay, thank you for speaking with me and seeing me. That connection through those comments makes me feel so special. I know it takes time and effort to leave comments, especially with a fic so long, and I want you to know how much i appreciate that extra effort on your part. Thank you so much. Thank you.

Thank you so much for hearing me, and laughing with me and crying with me and just being here with me. Thank you so much for the conversations and comments we share, thank you for being here with me. I’ve spent so much time alone with the stories in my head, and I just. I’m so grateful to not be alone anymore. Thank you for taking the time to listen to me. 

Thank you so much.

[atopvisenyashill]

“why would elaena marry a dornishman when they’re nasty evil people who murdered her poor innocent brother daeron”

maybe because once elaena grew up she realized that there were better ways of bringing dorne into the realm than violent conquest, and that daeron got the death he deserved from not just a nobility that is valid for fearing subjugation from valyria but also a smallfolk sick and tired of these people showing up every few decades to set their principality on fire, and put aside any anti dornish sentiments she may or may not have harbored as a child to see the way her family had directly attributed to their suffering, eventually even falling in love with and marrying a dornish man??

also, considering daeron ii attempts a type of proto-reparations act in bringing dorne into the kingdom, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that someone as intelligent as elaena would recognize the inherent racism in the targaryen conquest of dorne and especially considering the very loud anti-dornish, deeply anti intellectual faction in the blackfyre rebellions, realized they wouldn’t be kind or understanding of an intelligent woman like herself and had no interest in herself or her daughters (of which she had four!!) getting shoved back into the maidenvault again?

like, daeron i is on some andrew jackson manifest destiny shit, and if it makes me an asshole for thinking “god i wish someone had merked jackson before he genocided & displaced my ancestors, good on the dornish for realizing you can’t negotiate with imperialists” than i am perfectly comfortable being considered an asshole right next to my girl elaena.

[kaidabakugou]

the new girl at one of my favorite bakeries called me pretty this morning and it literally melted all my stress away 🥺

[bunnihearted]

also i just hate new year's eve bc all i can think abt is that today millions of animals in the world will die and be traumatized bc of fireworks. i despise fireworks sooooo much

[satanfemme]

*the cloud of smoke settles and you see me laying face down on the floor* I sent a follow up email.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, How are you celebrating Jimin Day? 🥳🥳🥳🥳

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Working, and taking a few Tumblr breaks in between. Also treated myself to a pistachio eclair and extra whipped cream in my coffee. :)

Most of my celebrating, and reflecting, will happen when I'm back home in Korea later this month. There's going to be several remembrance ceremonies for the Itaewon crowd crush incident in some weeks and I'll be attending a few. I also plan to visit my favourite cafes in Busan, Seoul, and Andong where I know they keep celebrating Jimin Day for ~3 weeks, and keep Jimin-themed treats on the menu till early November.

How are you celebrating Jimin day?

[kazuichikazuichi]

mahiru! ♡♡

[dreamlogic]

musing in the tags about the view two years out from my hysterectomy and the shifting nature of neuropathy. i asked my PT for recommendations/resources pertaining to pain science and that's been a very helpful lenses to have. i'm still not back to normal, will never be unmarked by this experience or return to my pre-op self, but my baseline has been gradually increasing over the last few months, and it feels good to look back on the last two years and say "i have no idea how i managed to function while living with that, but i did!"

[abalidoth]

Gotta say, you're very much gender goals for me.

I'm trying to grow out a beard now too and I hope to have bright purple hair one day. You're wonderful, ty for being you!

Ahhhh jcslfjskxbakf ☺️☺️☺️☺️ that means so much to hear, thank you!!!

[after-witch]

another smiling man servant imagine because I have no self control

Oh, to be someone who got roped into a deal with the smiling man that makes you his servant on the "sunny side" of the world for an indefinite period of time, in exchange for getting exactly what you wanted so desperately.

And to be called upon to do awful things. Like ensuring people get trapped, and you know what awaits them... (and you, too, down the line): in the end, their souls crunching like stale, dried out corn husks between the Hound's teeth.

But you do it, because you made your bargain, and you don't want to let go of your greatest desire even though it's rotting you from the inside out to do these awful things.

You get used to the idea that you're a terrible person. It's the only way you can keep moving forward.

The smiling man is still terrifying. But over time, you get used to it... sort of. He never shows up without scaring you--it amuses him, you think, to frighten you out of your wits now and then. But he's not outright nasty towards you; he's polite, all things considered. Even gave you a handkerchief the first time you broke down sobbing after delivering a group of innocent bystanders to him.

But one day, you meet someone. Someone kind and thoughtful and understanding and compassionate, all these things you've long since stopped believing you could ever be again.

Someone who looks at you and doesn't see a monster, someone who--in response to your vague, bitter comments about being a shit person--takes your hands in theirs and says that they think you are better than you realize, that you can always become a better person in the future, that whatever you did in the past doesn't matter now, that they see the real you and love you for it.

And you fall for them, hard. Harder than you ought to, considering. Hard enough that you worry that the smiling man will target them, so you hide them as best you can.

You don't keep photographs of them out. The clothes they keep at your place get tucked carefully in a specific drawer in the closet--you told your partner it was because of your obsession with neatness, and they didn't argue. No trace of them where you live, because you're so afraid.

But you slip up.

Because you're in love, and people who are in love sometimes do foolish things.

Like wear your engagement ring the day after they proposed, too high from the proposal to consider tucking it away, or to think about what you'll do when you're living together and the smiling man pops in.

The smiling man does pop in, when you're admiring the ring in the mirror as you get ready for work.

He hones in on it, immediately.

It's the first time he's touched you--he grabs your hand and holds it in a warm, perfectly ordinary grip. Slips it off your finger like it's nothing.

And he doesn't love you. He couldn't, really. He is, perhaps, a bit fond of you--you make good conversation. You're not too awful at chess.

It's not love that makes him snap his fingers and erase the ring from existence. It's possession.

Because you're his to keep, not anyone else's--certainly not someone who thinks they're going to join with you eternally, when you've already made your bargain with him.

As the Hound said--"What he has, he holds."

Even you.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

debbie, worried and upset over her brother’s illness, talking about how she feels in a way that a dumb teenager would: “he’s totally monica.”

carl, worried and upset over his brother’s illness, talking about how he feels in a way that a dumb teenager would: “what’s it like to be crazy?”

the response we get for debbie: what an insensitive, annoying, bratty bitch.

the response we get for carl: aw, what a good brother. he really cares.

[beevean]

Mega Man X5

Zero Stage 1