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okay so i’ve been talking about this fic ever since i made my tumblr account... you might also know it as my favourite kuroo fic ever or maybe just favourite fic ever because it’s That good... written by one of my favourite fic writers ever... and i would have rec’d it sooner if not for the fact that the author took the fic down to rewrite it and the day i clicked on my bookmark of the fic and found out that the fic was privated was the absolute Worst day of my life BUT we are all good now and today is the best day of my life in fact because!!! she reuploaded it!!! and this fic is good luck, have fun by ao3 user wanderwithme <333 i love her and her fics so much i even have a hashtag for it (see below LOL)
i adore this fic for soooo many reasons but to keep it short (and to avoid spoilers), here are three main things i love about this fic under the cut!!!! 
1. it has kuroo in it. duh. okay but this kuroo is truly unlike any other kuroo i’ve read!!! he is... very normal. and i mean that in a good way; normal as in he isn’t a person who’s crazily outstanding or extraordinary. but he’s still great, he’s a good friend to kenma (very good friend in fact), a good boyfriend to reader, a good captain to the nekoma team. he simply does his best to quietly elevate everyone else around him. he’s sweet, respectful, kind, and so so smiley in this, he gives me the craziest butterflies. what i like about this kuroo is that he seems very attainable and almost boy-next-door. this kuroo makes me feel safe; and i can guarantee you that you’ve never read a kuroo like this (or at least i haven’t)
2. the writing style. this goes for all of her fics!!! it’s the total opposite of mine which is why i think i like it so much -- it’s punchy, succinct, straight to the point but still filled with so, so much detail. the worldbuilding is subtle but still so good, and overall her fics are easy to read but still pack a punch. i read her jjk stuff too (and i think she writes more for jjk now!!!) tho i still don’t know anything about the anime despite watching it twice <3 i haven’t even met the lawyer dude but i’m obsessed with her new series with him which i am linking here (when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?) if you wanna check it out : ) there are manga spoilers though so please tread carefully
3. the love between kuroo and reader -- it’s very simple and realistic!!! despite the misunderstandings (and god do i LOVE some good misunderstandings <333) you can really tell the pair of them trust and care for each other deeply. it’s very much show-not-tell in this fic and that’s why i love it. their love is a little playful, really sweet, really comfortable, and i love how it isn’t always like that -- reader falls slowly, then all at once, and it’s just so realistic and relatable. this isn’t something i can describe well, you have to read it to find out!
anyways i’ve blabbed on enough but that’s really just how much i love this fic so!!!! go read it!!!! smash the kudos button!!!!! leave the wonderful author a comment as well!!!! T^T 
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zabiume · 1 month
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LOVED your response to the ichihime ask about ichigo's feelings, and i guess i wanted to add to it by asking how you would envision ichigo's crush on her, what kind of thoughts he would think, because he's very hard to read in the romance department lol
i got another ask similar to this one about ichigo's feelings, but my inbox seems to have eaten it up because i don't see it here anymore (even though the number of unread asks it says i have still hasn't changed...), so i guess i'll answer them both here
i mean, we know their first meeting had a big impact on ichigo, even if orihime herself doesn't remember the encounter, and we also know based on what he says to rukia that he'd kind of been keeping an eye on her ever since their paths crossed in high school, so i'd say it began as a kindred soul thing: she lost someone close to her, he lost someone close to him, he knows what it's like, so he can't help but keep an eye out for her, worry about her, etc. he notes that she gets hurt every day, so i'm guessing it was a kind of situation where he'd be minding his own business or going his own way and then out of the corner of his eye, he hears/catches sight of her getting into something clumsy as usual. a dropped book here, a loud crash there.
i'd say his feelings at this time are pretty similar to orihime's feelings in the 'one way sympathies' chapter. he begins to understand her or feel closer to her because of this loss, but they're not necessarily close friends so he can't explain why he feels close to her. he mostly just ignores it all as background noise unless she's directly in front of him. we also know that she told him about her brother and her hairpins some time pre-canon, so maybe she brought it up in casual conversation once ("i never go anywhere without them" etc etc) and ichigo remembered it because he remembers seeing her and sora at the clinic and he knows how much sora meant to her. it's not unreasonable to guess that, having sisters of his own, he could kind of put himself in that situation and feel vehement about that happening to his own sisters. who would take care of them if he died? little sisters need big brothers, and having lost hers, ichigo probably couldn't help but really feel for her.
i think it's important to remember that ichigo ends up caring about people deeply very easily. after orihime encourages him to save rukia, and after she accompanies him with his other friends to help him fight a battle that has nothing to do with her, i think it's safe to say he's touched and he considers her a friend–and a cherished one at that, since she ends the arc by telling him she's sorry she couldn't protect him. ichigo doesn't get to hear people say things like that to him often, because he's....usually the one saying them. so his face in that moment speaks of fondness, tenderness, maybe even a little gratitude as orihime cries about his well-being.
ichihime really gets its push in the HM arc, though, i mean it's no surprise that the amount of ichihime fanfics probably tripled in number after the arc began. and for good reason! it's kind of incredible how many times orihime gets singled out this arc even before she gets kidnapped, like the time ichigo promised to protect her, even though chad and tatsuki were also there and also injured. it's clear that he feels like he's got something to prove in front of her, and i think, at the time, he justifies it to himself as needing to make it up to her because he let his own insecurities about his hollow get in the way of protecting her from yammy. and i don't think he's even lying to himself about it. ichigo was very, very occupied with his own trauma and the plot constantly happening all the time so i think he was satisfied with surface-level reasons of, "she's a pacifist, she has trauma with her brother and THAT'S why i've got to personally make it up to her."
but i do think, deep down, he has this tendency to only ever want to look good and strong and kind in orihime's eyes, because he likes the way she looks at him when she lets some of that love and admiration shine through. he's seen it before and i think he's a little addicted to it, because when he later remembers moments where he was proud to be a shinigami, orihime shows up there twice, both times crying about how much she cares about him lol. he clearly loves it whenever she expresses her feelings for him, though i don't think he's examining it as anything deeper than the simple joy of making his friends happy.
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the repeated hand motif is another thing that i think is an important indicator of how ichigo feels at the time. here's a post i made about it a while ago that never came out of the drafts:
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all this to say, i think ichigo has a feeling all throughout the HM arc that orihime left her heart with him when she said goodbye. he doesn't know how to justify this feeling, just that it exists and it's strong and he needs to prove to her that he won't be letting her down. the anime surprisingly rounds this out nicely by having ichigo hold her hand after the grimmjow fight, but so much of ichigo's behavior this arc feels like the narrative's response to orihime's insecurities about their bond in chapter 199. ichigo does some pretty balls-to-the-walls crazy things this arc for orihime, so it's kind of like he's responding to her confession with magnanimous action of his own (though he doesn't know that's what he's doing; it's subconscious behavior, coming from the part of him that heard her even when he himself was asleep—his heart. this repeats for a second time when he dies at the tower but his heart hears her again. not the physical, beating thing of course, but the metaphysical thing that transcends physical form). what does orihime mean to him at this point in the story? he would say she's his friend, of course, but to us it's clear that their bond continually reminds him of what he's fighting for. he sealed his promise to her with the kanji that makes up his name. his life's purpose lies in protecting people, and as long as there's someone to protect, someone he promised to protect, he'll never die.
fullbring arc shakes things up by a) having them get closer as friends who share mundane interests, like reading the same manga or sharing mutual friends (esp tatsuki, who he seems to have made up with) or just chilling and hanging out in his room and b) having him actually acknowledge that orihime wants to protect him, too, and is now actually capable of doing that. before, ichigo could easily brush her under the wing of his protection, but it's here that he's got to contend with the fact that he might have an equal soon—a potential battle partner, which is something he's never had before going into horn of salvation.
which brings us to the 10-year-timeskip. i've said it before, but once the surface-level reason of wanting to protect her, just like he wants to protect everyone, is swept away, i do think he's got time and space to consider the fact that he might actually have a crush on her. AKA, this, to me, is the first time he realizes it for what it is and says it out loud to himself. he's always been able to distract himself or justify his feelings to himself using plot events before, but they're in a period of peace now and that's when i think he realizes that he wants to be with her. i don't think he could have ever had that realization if he was still paranoid about her safety, because duty comes first to him, but now that he's not, i think he realizes that he just likes spending time with her and spending hours in his room, with or without their friends, just talking and relaxing. they grew up together and she's seen every side of him—pre-powers, shinigami, hollow, quincy, powerless, what have you—so i think it moves him, knowing that she's been by his side through it all, seeing him up close in all his forms and versions, and maybe he's ready now for her to see what he's like as a lover too. if she'd love that version of him, just like she did with everything else! he's sensitive and protective of his own feelings, so he'd only make that move once he had a guarantee that it would be accepted. that he would be accepted. and orihime has obviously always tried to accept him for who he is, even when he was at his worst, so he feels safe in giving this side to her too!
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mochiwrites · 6 months
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an mmau drabble.
( mentions of unconfirmed character death )
reblogs do more than likes!
Scar sits in a park.
His cane rests against the bench beside him as he leans back into the seat, eyes taking in the scenery around him. He watches the happenings of natural life, seeing families out with their children, couples going for a stroll on the path. A man plays frisbee with his dog, and Scar nearly becomes well acquainted with said frisbee as it nearly smacks his head. He catches it in time, the man running up to him with an apologetic smile as Scar returns it.
The man has sandy blond hair, and for a moment, Scar’s eyes play a little trick on him.
He sees brown instead of green, a red sweater instead of the plaid button up.
Scar feels a bit numb as he passes the frisbee off to the stranger, who runs back to his dog and throws it in the air again. Scar’s eyes follow the movements of the frisbee, watching how it soars through the air.
He entertains a fantasy, just for a little bit. One where he’s watching not a stranger, but someone he knows very well. Someone who is his other half. He entertains a world in which nothing ever happened to them, and Scar never needed a cane on the hard days. He entertains a world in which there is still a plastic ring on his finger, maybe even a real gold one, and he is the happiest man on Earth.
The frisbee is caught midair by the dog, who happily runs back over to its owner, the plastic firmly between its teeth.
It’s been eight months since everything happened. Two months since Scar tried to find Grian with no luck. It’s been two hundred and forty-three days since Scar was left behind, and sixty days since he was forced to face the very possible truth that Grian was dead.
He hasn’t heard anything about the apartment, no sight of Grian anywhere even remotely nearby. There hasn’t been a single trace, not even a small clue. The thread is gone, and Scar might have missed his window of opportunity forever.
Nearby, a group of pigeons land on the ground, picking through some crumbs spilling from bags on the ground. They coo and jerk their heads, and Scar looks over at them. Something tugs at his chest as he sees one of the pigeons lift its wing to poke its beak through the silver-gray feathers.
It feels like grief.
(“What do you say to getting a cat one day?” Scar looked down at the man curling into his arm, a curious expression on his face. “A new home, new pet. A lovely little companion for us!”
Grian snorted as he pulled the blanket up to cover his bare skin from the chilly air. He rested his head on Scar’s arm, looking up at him. “I think you’d spoil that cat absolutely rotten.”
“What?!” Scar made a playfully offended gasp. “I would never do such a thing!”
“You would.” Grian grinned at him. “There’d have to be a limit on treats though. The cat’s health is important.”
“Of course, of course!” Scar nodded along before his face softened. “You’d get a cat with me?” He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so wobbly, but sue him, he was an emotional guy! The idea of getting a cat with his boyfriend made him happy!
Grian looked at him with a look that on the surface screamed annoyed, but Scar knew better. He could see the fondness in those brown eyes, the slight quirk of his lips. “Obviously. Someone’s got to be the responsible Cat Dad.”
“Cat Dad!” Scar couldn’t help but gasp before bursting into tiny giggles. “And hey! I’d be a very responsible Cat Dad!” He playfully squeezed Grian’s side in retaliation. Grian laughed in return, getting comfortable against Scar as he was pulled closer to him. Scar moved to rest his chin on Grian’s hair, pressing a kiss there first. “What about you?”
“Me?”
“Mhm. Do you have any animals you’d want to adopt?”
Grian moved his head to rest more comfortably under Scar’s own as he hummed in thought. And then, “A parrot.”
Scar chuckled, “I should’ve seen that one coming.” He was fully aware of Grian’s love for birds, how much they meant to him.
“We’d have to keep Professor Beak away from the cat though,” Grian replied, and Scar couldn’t help his fond little laugh at the bird’s name.
“Professor Beak?” he questioned. “Gosh G, has anyone told you how cute you are? I can feel my little heart just melting!”
“Professor Beak is a perfect name for a bird!” Grian exclaimed defensively, moving to look at him. Scar could see how pink his face was. “It’s sophisticated and elegant.”
Scar only melted into further laughter. Grian grew more embarrassed by the man’s reaction, squawking some kind of defense for himself. Yet all Scar could focus on was how much he loved the man in his arms.
Silencing Grian, he used the arm around him to pull him forward until he could kiss him. It was something sweet, loving, and light. Grian sighed against him, a content noise as Scar held him within his arms.
When they pulled apart, Scar grinned, “A cat and a bird then.”)
They never got the bird. Scar never got Grian, and he probably never will, with the man quite possibly being dead.
It’s not something he’d put past Them.
He watches as one of the pigeons takes flight, seemingly uninterested in the pile of garbage on the ground. Scar follows the bird as it flies, and he can’t help but wonder. If Grian really is dead, perhaps in his next life he’ll be a bird. It’d be a beautiful gift, for the man to finally have the wings he envied so much.
It was something Grian used to talk about a lot, having the ability to just fly anywhere, any time. He was envious of it, of that much Scar was certain. Grian had always seemed so trapped, and not even Scar’s shitty apartment could break him free of his cage. There were nights where Scar often wondered who held the key to Grian’s chains, who kept him grounded and clipped his wings.
Maybe such kindness shouldn’t be offered to the man who left him to die. Who betrayed him. Yet Scar found himself giving it to him anyway. He’d give Grian a lot of things, he thinks. Forgiveness could be one of them, depending on the reason. Besides, Scar is too tired to hate. He’s too tired to be angry and hold contempt. He doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to.
Besides, he thinks he let it all go the moment he realized Grian could very well be dead. He still held out hope for the man, but two months and… maybe it was time to move on (Scar knows he never will. Not when a piece of him will always belong to Grian. Maybe it shouldn’t, but Scar is a man in love, even now).
He’ll just have to bury his need for answers and live.
As he watches more of the pigeons fly away, he hopes that Grian is among them. He hopes that Grian has his own flock to call his family, and that he is able to soar in the skies like he’s always wanted. Scar hopes that wherever Grian is now, he is happy. He hopes it’s a lot better than where he was.
Scar certainly knows he’s much better than where he was.
And even if it’s not with him, there’s a part of him that hopes Grian can finally fly free.
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hi i have a bit of an odd question and im so sorry if it comes off as rude at all!
ive seen a lot of your posts about canes, i have hEDS and chronic pain and im trying to convice my mom and my doctor to let me have a mobility aid. my mom is very adamant that i dont need a cane because i dont have balance issues, but my knees and ankles are pretty much always aching. i was just wondering if you think a cane would help with chronic pain or if i should look into other aids?
Canes can help chronic pain, they are not guaranteed to help you specifically
You can get a cane for ~$30 at most stores and try it out
A physical therapist and/or a specialist in rheum will most likely know more than your PCP about your specific pain and situation
Parents often don't want to admit their kids have health problems
I wish you luck
I won't be answering any more asks about mobility aids.
This is nothing about you specifically, you were not rude, I just get a lot of questions like this in my inbox. It becomes draining to get so many asks with people's personal vents about their medical issues or religious trauma or the homophobic situations they're living in.
While I would love if I could help people, I am not a doctor. I am not a therapist, I am not a social worker. I'm just a random artist on the internet who has EDS and is barely getting by myself.
I prefer to keep my blog about my art and about my work, not about my disability. It is relevant to my work, of course, and discussing my conditions in vague terms in how they relate to themes present in my work is more than okay, but I prefer this space to be dedicated to my work and getting to engage with my readers through my stories.
Personal information about my pain, my medications, my tests my doctors and my trauma are not things I want to make public.
Thank you for understanding.
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honestly so rude of dndads to drag me through the fucking fires of oak family hell and then expect me to go about my day like nothing happened. will campos. count your days.
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bluewinnerangel · 1 year
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Faith In The Future: Parallels.
We Love Parallels. <3
So we keep seeing parallels between lines of FITF songs (I'm not gonna bring in any other songs for this, yes I know there are some very clear ones) right, as obvious as the same line reused in another song, but also songs sharing themes to the point some lines are saying the same thing, shared keywords or imagery, etc, and I wanted to attempt to list a bunch. This list is probably going to end up being longer than your attention span (and mine like this took some sittings so I recommend taking your time to digest them all I think it's worth it all this time) but I love it, I love the FITFverse. Obviously I couldn't tell you which of these he put in there on purpose and which of those are also meant to mean anything beyond that they all together create this wonderful body of work that is FITF but I just love looking at it like this, I love how one song can extend and amplify the meaning of another, I love seeing how you can take one thing and flip it on its back and show the another side to it, and how it all morphs and works together, and if somehow magically none of these are on purpose which I doubt then still, it's still showing what he focuses on in songwriting and in life and what he chooses to share with us so however you view this I think it's really fucking awesome.
I'm probably gonna miss a bunch, some might appeal to you, some meh, it's all subjective, that's the beauty of it, blablabla:
Do you see what I see? (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS) 🤝 Do you see what I see (COMMON PEOPLE)
I hear you through the silence (HEADLINE) 🤝 I can still hear a silence (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE)
It’s the way we see ourselves through walls of trees (ALL THIS TIME) 🤝 Finding faces in the trees (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
Sit down with a master plan (SILVER TONGUES) 🤝 Sit down sit down in the space and time (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
But I’m king on a 50 metre road (SILVER TONGUES) 🤝 we're still the kings of the Friday nights (CHANGE)
Silver streets and the neon signs (CHANGE) 🤝 feeling dirty cheap on silver street (SATURDAYS) (🤝Silver tongues)
It’s you and me until the end (THE GREATEST) 🤝 You and me until the end (SILVER TONGUES)
If every star is an eye the sky you’ll see angels fly (ANGELS FLY) 🤝 You should be staring at the sky, the birds just passing by love (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE)
Silver tongues (SILVER TONGUES) 🤝 Conversation is currency (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
Said I had a plan for us (THE GREATEST) 🤝 Sit down with a master plan (SILVER TONGUES)
We had to disappear cos nothing gets through here (THE GREATEST) 🤝 cos we faded into darkness (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE)
faded into darkness (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE) 🤝 Fade into light (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
So come on call me liar yeah you're so quick to judge (THE GREATEST) 🤝 So fast judge in error, you thought you knew me better, so quick to kill forever (HEADLINE)
You let your pride hide all your beauty and your kindness (HEADLINE) 🤝 She is beauty (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
If you need you can call on me, I'll be the friend you need (CHANGE) 🤝 We haven’t seen you yeah we’ve given you your space, pick up the phone cos now it’s time you learnt to say (THAT'S THE WAY LOVE GOES) 🤝 Cos if you’re lonely in Chicago you can call me baby (CHICAGO) 🤝 I’ll knock on your door it’ll save me from calling (ANGELS FLY) (🤝 ->)
I didn’t have to search cos I still know your number (CHICAGO) 🤝 I called you twice but then regretted it and changed my number (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE)
Time of our lives, it's easy to see, we were just getting by but we were complete (CHANGE) 🤝 Lately, lately it’s been so easy to see my life completed instead of half way full (PARADISE)
Time of our lives, it's easy to see, we were just getting by but we were complete (CHANGE) 🤝 That was enough for me, you know you had to see it to believe, all the late nights, good times / No deep pockets but big hearts, do you see what I see (COMMON PEOPLE)
You won't be the first or be the last to bleed, every broken heart as far as your eye can see (COPY OF A COPY) 🤝 Not for the first time, not for the last time, we always used to say "Saturdays take the pain away" (SATURDAYS)
They always say is so bad for me, everything I tried makes me feel alive (HIGH IN CALIFORNIA) 🤝 takin' all of my demons, Putting them where I won't see them, cos I just wanna feel alive (OUT OF MY SYSTEM) 🤝 Good and bad and right and wrong are stories made up when we we’re young to scare us, love and hate are in between, depends on your reality to see them, I just wanna stay in the moment the rest of my life (FACE THE MUSIC)
See all these waves and waves of green / smoke some weed outside in the summertime, they always say it's so bad for me (HIGH IN CALIFORNIA) 🤝 Getting high on the amber wave / You said grass was a dirty drug (SILVER TONGUES)
Everything that matters is forgotten (FACE THE MUSIC) 🤝 Nothing really matters, nothing really hurts (ANGELS FLY)
I/you still doubt that what I/you do can get me/you home when it gets cold (ALL THIS TIME) 🤝 Together we’re the greatest, we’ll never be that cold again (THE GREATEST)
Nights like these we’ll remember those songs we wrote only we know (SILVER TONGUES) 🤝 You’ll hear strangers singing you name if you act like you’re one of us (COMMON PEOPLE)
Let’s buy some time (FACE THE MUSIC) 🤝 I’m on my way with some time to borrow (ANGELS FLY)
Look at the horizon, does it make you feel small, put the pain behind you now, you don’t need it anymore (ANGELS FLY) 🤝 So I’m not gonna spend another night of dreaming of what could’ve been, keep your eyes on the horizon, paradise is in your own mind anyway (PARADISE)
someone’s else fantasy is nothing like reality (SAVED BY A STRANGER) 🤝 stories made up when we we’re young to scare us, love and hate are in between, depends on your reality to see them (FACE THE MUSIC) 🤝 Fabricated fairytales bring a new world to life (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS) 🤝 If you believe that guy is superman (LUCKY AGAIN)
You know the party’s over when you’re standing in an empty space alone (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE) 🤝 Back dancing in the dark, back to the very start, finding pieces that can fit, making up for what we missed, I said you know me, alone we’re only just as good as the rest (THE GREATEST)
Together we're the greatest (THE GREATEST) 🤝 It's bigger than me (BIGGER THAN ME)
It's an old curse, dreamers divin' head first, broken beaks and dead birds / every broken heart as far as the eye can see (COPY OF A COPY) 🤝 And time can always heal ya if you let it make its way into your bones / You should be staring at the sky the birds just passing by love / you said I'm holding on to heartache (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE)
Blue like the lights surrounding me (HIGH IN CALIFORNIA) 🤝 Surrounded by light (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
It’s written all over your face, say it (WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE) 🤝 Your face reminded me of a love you cannot hide but don’t need to tell me why (THE GREATEST)
Escaping the inevitable, fade into light (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS) 🤝 I don't wanna face the music but I still wanna dance with you (FACE THE MUSIC) 🤝 Back dancing in the dark (THE GREATEST)
We’re the greatest, it’s you and me until the end, life for us is never over 🤝 forever we'll let the feeling last (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
It’s hard enough to get you sober, I’ve got no chance if I’m hungover (WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE) 🤝 You said grass was a dirty drug, you like to preach with vodka in your mug (SILVER TONGUES)
I've woken up from my sleep, it's bigger than me (BIGGER THAN ME) 🤝 I ain’t even woken up yet, not nearly vertical (WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE) (nasty edition)
Demons, I'm takin' all of my demons, putting them where I won't see them (OUT OF MY SYSTEM) 🤝 You'll see angels fly (ANGELS FLY)
Somebody's got your trainers on (SATURDAYS) 🤝 I bet sometimes you still like to wear my jumper (CHICAGO)
Gotta get it out of my system, gotta get it off of my chest (OUT OF MY SYSTEM) 🤝 We stand up tall and beat our chest, shout some things that we’ll regret (SILVER TONGUES)
Hidden across my face in the crowd I'm counting up the days in a haze (SATURDAYS) 🤝 Let’s buy some time for what we shouldn’t do I don’t wanna face the music but I still wanna dance with you (FACE THE MUSIC)
Hidden across my face in the crowd I'm counting up the days in a haze (SATURDAYS) 🤝 The way you know something, your face reminded me of a love you cannot hide (THE GREATEST)
Are we one or are we two? Are we me or are we you? (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS) 🤝 Our eyes meet and I can tell that you’re the same as me (ALL THIS TIME).
I am only half of what I think I can be (OUT OF MY SYSTEM) 🤝 Are we one or are we two? (SHE'S BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS)
But the truth is I still doubt that what I do can get me home when it gets cold (ALL THIS TIME) 🤝 when I get lost I go back to where I started (COMMON PEOPLE)
45. nothing stays the same (CHANGE) 🤝 Until nothing is the same (HIGH IN CALIFORNIA) 🤝 But nobody stays the same (SATURDAYS) (🤝->) 46. Time it came and changed it all (THE GREATEST) 🤝 The wind held us up but we knew that all would change (HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE)🤝 Some things change (SATURDAYS) (🤝->) 47. somebody told me I would change I was afraid and don't know why (BIGGER THAN ME)🤝I don't know why everything's changed / Everything's changed outside but I feel the same inside (CHANGE) 🤝 Spent my whole life just thinking I had to change (HIGH IN CALIFORNIA) (🤝->) 48. Common people, nothing’s changed (COMMON PEOPLE) 🤝And all the people have changed (CHANGE)🤝Cos yeah I might have changed but everybody does (BIGGER THAN ME)🤝 and I wished that I could tell her that she changed me for the better (SAVED BY A STRANGER)
my inbox is open if you got more asdfsd
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emjiroki · 11 months
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OOH girl I was just thinking about Enji in a “fucking shotos friend” kind of way! It’s giving all the dilf energy, and is of course an after UA affair 😌😮‍💨
No but please I'm 🥴 thinking about that!
Shoto knew you and Enji had met once when you had come to his house to drop something off when he was still living in his Father's house before he got his place, but never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would ever come back to his childhood home, on request of Hawks because Enji had called in to work and wasn't picking up his phone, and find him rearranging your guts on the living room couch.
He wouldn't know what to do and would probably just walk out. and never able to look his dad in the eye ever again.
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bisexualbuckleyy · 2 years
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one day i will write my meta about how theo’s character arc in season 6 makes the most sense if he was in love with liam. does anybody care? probably not but i’m gonna do it anyways
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deathbypufferfish · 3 months
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Love when someone you respected and trusted turns around and lets ignorance and blind trust erase their humanity.
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stylesnews · 2 years
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wishing everyone who’s watching My Policeman today and in the upcoming days a happy we hope you’re bringing enough tissues with you ❤️
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helianskies · 13 days
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ugly maths.
i hate maths, right. i don't usually like numbers, and if i do like numbers it's gotta be an 8 or a 48 and nothing else.
thing is, i've recently caught myself doing maths again. ugly maths. the kind of maths that, really, i've been trying to avoid as much as possible because, well, it's ugly!
you... wanna see?
okay, fine... but don't say i didn't warn you!
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ugly, see? look at all those numbers! not a 48 in sight!
huh? what's that? you don't see what i'm on about? oh... oh! hang on, lemme just—
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better? yes? no? no? okay, what if i—
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mmh, yes. ugly numbers. see it now? can you see why they're ugly?
here, i can make it worse.
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these numbers are ugly. the maths they make me do is ugly.
now i'll level with you: the worst ones by far are the yellow numbers. the maths they make me do it the ugliest.
why ugly?
because it makes me ugly.
those numbers turn me into not only a suddenly number-obsessed fool, but a fool who also cannot understand these numbers and what they mean and why i feel like they reflect on me and my ability.
87, 75.
the thoughts are as follows:
• the orange numbers are big, so why are you being ugly about the yellow ones? you should be happy with what you have. so many nice big numbers! not everyone receives that.
• is it that there are two different audiences for these two different fics? perhaps. they are quite different works, with different appeals, and different themes. maybe you are reading too much into it.
• why are you obsessing over numbers anyway? you don't like maths! you left maths behind when you were 16, put it down!
okay, okay, fine! i'll put the maths down. right here, in fact!:
that 87 was an 83 at the start of the year. the 6161 it is attached to was a 5453.
4, 708.
ugly maths.
the 75 is a nice number. in fact, compared to 87, it is beautiful, radiant, enchanting. at the start of the year, 75 was 48. wow. now that is one sexy number!
27.
mmmm.
6161, 1061.
5100.
87, 75.
12.
mmmm.
you know, my most favourite comment left recently on a fic of mine was 2 characters long: :(
it made me :)
well, actually, it made me >:) because it was left in response, presumably, to one of the key scenes in a new chapter which left the exact impression on someone that i hoped it would.
they must be the only one who reacted like that, though.
1.
have i mentioned that that 87 and 75 include author responses?
i won't try to do more maths, there. it might not end well for me. the maths is making me tired enough as it is, and i have an early start tomorrow.
oh! but, that being said, i have another set of ugly numbers to show you, so keep 87 and 75 in mind.
ready?
838, 245.
(want a hint? the green numbers!)
838, 87. 245, 75.
9.6, 3.3.
ugly maths. it's ugly again, see? i don't like it. i'm seeing numbers within numbers within numbers, and i can't seem to stop!
the numbers make me ask new questions:
• why is it not good enough?
• people seem to engage more with one fic over the other, so shouldn't you prioritise?
• is all this maths this really good for you?
no, it isn't.
i want to avoid ugly maths. ugly maths makes me want to tear my hair out. it makes me want to start from scratch. it makes me want to grab someone and scream. it makes me want to cry and press a button that has tempted me many times before when the numbers become too ugly to bear.
ugly maths turn me into an ugly person.
ugly maths make me obsessive, paranoid, anxious, regretful, vindictive, spiteful, alone.
i hate maths. i hate numbers, just like, it feels, the numbers hate me.
#helia rants#cw vent#i'm okay but i'm not#this has been playing on my mind over the last couple of weeks#it's aimed at the sky rather than anyone here#i know i'm not the best myself as commenting. i justify it to myself by affirming i don't read much. which i don't.#since the start of the year i have tried to comment on everything i have read#bearing in mind i may also dm someone rather than comment because i want to scream and ramble about their fic more personally#that being said. i know i'm not the only one who finds themselves doing ugly maths#and in turn starting to feel uglier too#i don't like looking at the numbers#i was doing well at the start of the year#but as i open my drafts and look to a new chapter and at the notes i wrote#i can't stop myself from opening the fic. from seeing where it's at. from seeing if it's changed. from checking my inbox to see if...#if only...#what it's meant is that i've come to a point where a fic i loved has become exactly that: a fic i loved. past tense#the other fic is still a fic i love. but i know deep down that that is tied to the numbers too#i hate that this is what i've become#because i have tiny fics. fics with 50 hits and maybe 1 comment. and i love them. i still love them#but when it comes to the big ones. the multi-chapters. the hefty fics. after a point all i see are numbers#and those numbers have come to determine both my happiness and fulfilment as a writer#and so i am ugly. i am sad. i am pathetic.#and i don't know how to stop.#helia's stuff#this was meant to save back into my drafts. i was editing tags. tumblr decided it should post. so... so be it.#also this is not an attention thing if anyone dares go 'oh but you're a good writer uwu' i might do something we'll all regret#this is also not a 'ffs comment on my fics will you 😒' hell no#it's just about me. and my issue. and my unhealthy relationship with these fucking numbers.#gotta get this shit out of my head somehow :)
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grid-daisies · 15 days
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Tronblr, how we doing?
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lord-shitbox · 2 years
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drawing judar in mesh crop tops is my passion
[reblogs appreciated!]
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formerlyjannafaye · 2 years
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Just…thinking about
season one mileven
season two mileven
season three mileven
season four mileven
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johnsbleu · 13 days
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I seriously need to hand it to reader
like she handles the whole dead wife thing so well i know me personally i would not 💀 i would be comparing myself and everything but thats just me and my issues ofc 😂 like idk if i would be cool in living in a house that my husband used to live in this his wife but his house burned down so everything is new so its fine in the end
no i totally agree because i would be bouncing off the walls going insane. i think the biggest thing is that she has john and john has never made her feel like she's not important or that he wishes that he was there with someone else. he's fully let go of helen. he'll always love her and he'll think about her from time to time but he's so happy and in love with reader now. one of the biggest things is that he's never slipped up and called her a different name. like i think that would kill her if he called her helen by accident because it would mean that he was thinking about her. he makes her feel important and seen.
helen and reader are so different from one another too that i think it's really sweet that john was able to fall so deeply in love with both of them. john is just really in love with reader and is really happy. his life is so different from what him and helen wanted and he's happy with that! he talked about it in a chapter before about how when he sees pictures of him and helen, there's no part of him that wishes he could go back and live in that timeline. He has a beautiful, smart, kind, amazing wife, and he has the most perfect daughter. why would he want to go back? he understands that this is just a new life for him and he loves it.
idk if all that makes sense but john just really really loves reader and i'm so happy for her (and slightly jealous lmao) he's so perfect and he always makes her feel so important and loved and that's why she isn't like me and bouncing off the walls in jealousy lmao
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eletainart · 27 days
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Hey, dear anons and so on. To reference someone´s art is perfectly fine, we all do it. You should do it. References help you grow as an artist. They can be a fun way to get yourself going is you´re stuck. Redrawing memes, doing studies, that´s all fine.
But link your reference. If I can link to a stupid twitter meme, then you can link a drawing you directly reference. The fandom, the pose, the vibe, everything.
Yes, you can´t own a pose but people aren´t blind and can tell if you copy them. Be adult about it, don´t send anons all over the place. If someone is dramatic asshole of a bitch, is you, dear anons.
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