#i'm unokay

[mrghostrat]

dust and light

i swear to somebody, the actual good omens parallels were a complete accident when i wrote this scene in BNF, where crowley is a writer in the agnes nutter fandom and aziraphale is his big bang partner. i've been on fire ever since i realised.

"The way you talked about the lighting in that last scene was just so striking— I really want to capture it somehow; find a way to paint the different layers of sunbeams and dust motes, just as you’ve written them.” Aziraphale’s grin caught himself quite off guard. “What are you planning?” Crowley shifted with an exaggerated, bashful shrug, but his grin remained steady on his face. “Not sure, just some kind of metaphor about the light and the warmth, probably. Maybe note some stark differences between the bookshop and a dusty room with no light, or a bright place with no dust. Each feeling equally inadequate compared to the shop, and that being… Er, I dunno, a reflection of their lives without one another in it, or something.”

#jesus christ how did this happen #i'm unokay #they're burrowed so deep in my head it's not even intentional anymore #good omens #gomens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #bnf au #i mean this art has literally nothign to do with bnf au but #rat draws #rat writes #ineffable husbands

[ablog]

This is maybe for later cus I'm really bad at writing down ideas so I'm using Tumblr as a motivator (I got the idea from a dream I don't know why a lego show works with that a bit too much for me)

Got an idea for basically lmk × arcane (it started as a different idea but the consept just grow into a similar world and i rolled with it)

Sun wukong is like Heimerdinger, basically as the top of the council and sort of the head of the up city

Tang and nezha are in the council as well but I'm not sure what's their part in the story yet

Macaque and MK are in the under city and are kinda like Powder and Vi, but not really fully siblings vibe, more like twp close abandoned cats ( Macaque is on adge whenever anything related to the up city happenes) he's still immortal like swk and the two has history, one that ended badly

Pigsy is like vander, instead of a barman he's cooking and he don't like the situation at all but to keep the people living there safe (ish), he make sure nothing too extreme happens with the top city to make them come down there

The mayer is the head of the enforcers and he's the one doing business with pigsy (who's btw bulid more like Zhu Bajie here)

Sandy is a blacksmith in the under city and although it doesn't seem like that so much, Macaque is very close to him and feel safe in the workshop, he occasionally make little bulids but mostly like to watch sandy make stuff, there are a lot of weapons stored in there from the past but these days sandy mostly make moving statues of different things (and he has a lot of mechanical cats, their mechanisms are quite simple but their builds are very impressive)

For some reason I imagen him looking pretty much the same figure but different pants and added welding goggles

Mei is a high ranked guard that works close to the palace but occasionally leave for long missions

Lady bone demon is in the council and while looking mostly neural and pro the city, actually working behind the curtains to push her agendas, to weaken the city and to hold a revolution at some point, when the opportunity shows itself.

She doesn't believe in the current system that the world runs on and think the only way to fix it is to gain power so she could change and improve how's everything works, at some point after seeing a bit too much of the politics and the way humans around her prefer to take the easy way out, or the one that's more beneficial to them regardless of how it'll effect the less fortunate, she believes that the only way to make a real difference is to take the power by force and to make the changes necessary no matter the cost.

The demon bull family are nobleman's.

iron fang in the council, and she let red son to study the under city tech and he study with the great minds of their time.

His parents doesn't know it but occasionally he sneak to the under city for supply that's too hard to get from the other researchers that bring different devices to work with.

This is what i thought of so far, I also have the bigging of a story but I'll write that later :)

If you read all of that, you're awesome <3

#soooo #yeah #I may be cringe but I'm free #that was actually really fun pft #one of those ideas you wake up with and the go back to sleep for a few hours to continue them #can't believe i wrote all of thag instead of sleeping #i really thought it'll take less time to write lmao #i think I'll draw a little bit of it some time #it'll start with macaque having a panic attack and wk doing some shady stuff oof #i hope I'll write it okay enough #it'll not be a script cus whenever i try these they feel to unokay and with stupid not grounded words #so i think it'll be fine if I'll just write the plot #umm yeah tomorrow hopefully #lmk #arcane #lego monkie kid #lmk au #lmk crossover #lmk x arcane #lego monkie kid au #lego monkie kid crossover #arcane cross over #with a silly lego show heheh #lego #sun wukong #mk #the six ears Macaque #Macaque #monkey king #the brain rott :3 <3

[cagesings]

getting emotional over the lyric "you're gone and yet you're mine" and how it implies that sweeney basically just thinks of daughter as dead although she is very much alive and how if they did reunite, i think they might be a case of when a father misses his late wife and commonly mistakes his daughter for her

#i'm not saying he would but the idea did just pop into my head and i shall be sad forever now #johanna's frantic attempts at explaining that she is NOT her mother (and the reminder of how turpin thought of her as an extension of her) #very unokay about this #*❈ ‣ i’m a silly little ninnynoodle — ( ooc. ) #tbd. #it's a johanna quartet day

[luveline]

Jadeee! I had a thought reading the last zombie au story, with r taking a bath in the cold water and she was super chilly maybe she gets a tad sick (maybe just some sniffles or a stuffy nose) and Robin and Steve kind of go overboard to take care of her? (And cuddles with Robin's new cat!!)

thank you for your request angel, hope this is ok. steve zombie au —steve and robin take look after you when you get sick. fem!reader, 2k

There are better places to feel shitty. You're the kind of sick that could get dangerous —hypothermia, maybe pneumonia, you got too cold after a cold wash in the river outside of camp and didn't warm up the right way— and it would be a thousand times easier in a building with central heating. But at least you're not in a tarp anymore. 

You, Steve and Robin share a real tent. It zippers closed and doesn't have any mesh, so heat brought inside of it doesn't ebb away immediately, like it had in the poorly constructed tarp tent. You pull your second blanket over your body and try to seem casually tired rather than sickbed exhausted as their footsteps return. 

"Hey, killer," Robin says as soon as she sees you, ducking under the tent's opening, a box in her hands. "You're finally awake. Since when do you sleep in?" 

"I'm tired from the girl's trip." 

"That was nearly a week ago," Robin says. 

"And yet you're still reaping the benefits," Steve says to her dryly as he follows her inside of the tent. He gets on his knees and crawls to your side. "Hello," he says, kissing your cheek. "Good morning." 

"Hey." 

He frowns at you. "Why do you sound like that?" 

"What? I just woke up," you say. 

Steve clearly doesn't believe you, and he's right not to. Sick of being a burden on him, you've stopped telling him about your aches and pains, your injuries, your worries. He absolutely hates it but no amount of begging has changed your mind. You're not interested in being his weight to carry. Love, sure, but there's no reason he should be so intrinsically responsible for your wellbeing. Or at least that's how you feel right now.

"Sarah's given Robin a present," he says, his eyes narrowed at you. "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine. What did you get, Robs?" 

Robin slides the lid off of the box eagerly to show you the contents. "It's a baby grow, only Sarah's cut off the arms and legs and sewed the hems. I'm going to put it on Stinkyboy." 

"I thought his name was Shark?" you ask. 

"Or something as stupendously stupid," Steve mutters. He smells like woodsmoke. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't look okay." He rubs under your eye with his thumb. "You're all puffy." 

"I don't think you can speak to her like that, Steve," Robin says. 

Her deadpan delivery makes you laugh, and it's a perfect segue to new conversation and away from your unokay-ness. "Are you and Sarah, like… you know?" 

Robin looks at you for a second. "Like what?" 

"Romantic?" you whisper. 

"Oh, no. She's my new Steve, I'm replacing him."

"Can't you replace him with me?" you ask. 

Steve puts his hand on your forehead. "You're warm. You're warm, shithead, are you sick?" 

"No?" You frown as his hand moves to the back of your neck. You're not warm there, you're a furnace. 

"You're actually sick?" he asks, frowning down at you. "What, were you just not gonna say anything?" 

"It's not that bad," you mumble. 

Robin and Steve make simultaneous sounds of disbelief. "You really weren't gonna say anything?" Robin asks. 

They talk so quickly. 

"I don't know for sure if I'm sick, and neither do you guys, don't worry so much." You sit up to get away from Steve's overly cautious hands, black spots behind your eyes and a shooting pain at the back of your head. "Ew," you say, bringing your hand to your eyes, "Maybe I'm sick."

Steve puts his arm behind your shoulders. "Dummy," he says, rubbing your arm. 

"What he said." Robin stands up. "I'm gonna go track down some breakfast for little miss secretive. I'll be back. Don't let her die." 

"I'll try not to," Steve says. 

When Robin's gone, Steve gets nicer. Which isn't to say he's mean when she's around, of course he isn't, but he's polite enough to spare her the full reality of his affection for you, and maybe slightly shy about it. He gathers you into his chest and rubs his cheek against your crown. "You're so warm, honey. I'm not fucking around, you have to tell me when you're not okay." 

"You can't do anything about it, Steve, just a flu." 

"Where would you have caught the flu?" 

"I mean, I must've got it from the cold. It's a cold, that's all it is." 

"You sure?" he asks, his hand snaking under your shirt. He takes an unabashed handful of your stomach. "How do you feel?" 

"I'm fine, Steve." 

It isn't without fondness, but it's said to be simple and straight. Steve tends to catastrophize —why wouldn't he? You can't be cut, you have to be bleeding out. You can't trip, you always fall flat on your face. You have the worst luck in the entire world (or, almost, getting bit would plant you firmly in the worst luck category). And Steve's the one who pays for it, every single time. 

So you assure him as best as you can and describe your symptoms honestly. "My head hurts, and I feel like I'm on fire. My hands and my legs are really hot, but I don't feel sick. It's not food poisoning, and it probably isn't, like, influenza."

"I guessed that much." 

"Oh, did you?" you murmur, turning in his arms to hug him back, and better. Steve gives the best hugs for you, but you know everything that he likes down to the placement of your pinky finger. You do your own skin-searching and slide your hands under his shirt, one palm roving over each bump of his spine to the midway point. His skin is smooth as velvet under your touch here, and noticeably colder. "Stevie," you say, still murmuring as you drag your fingertips down to the base of his back, "I love you. Don't worry, okay? I caught a chill from the river." 

"I do worry," he murmurs back, nuzzling your temple with his scratchy cheek. 

"I know, baby." 

"It's hard to be the one in charge when you speak to me like that," he says. 

"Who says you're in charge?" 

You snuggle like fools until Robin insists you eat your breakfast outside in the cold, which you abhor but your feverish skin appreciates. Steve sits on one side of you and Robin on the other. 

You know Robin likes you, but you think she must really love you, she's so worried. She doesn't say it, but she keeps glancing your way with a pinch between her eyebrows, and she asks you twice if your breakfast, a lukewarm soup she procured from the campfire, is hot enough. You lie each time, 'cos cold soup stopped bothering you a long time ago, and she's a sweetheart for caring. 

Steve suggests a group reading, as in, he grabs a book and usually you'd read, but you're sick, and they both tell you it isn't your turn. Steve reads, practised by now, more confident with each page. He even tries to follow the dialogue tags, whispering and sighing when instructed. 

You start to nod off. There are things you should all be doing, but none of you move. You can't report for washing duty, you can barely stand, and Steve refuses to go without you. Robin's supposed to take baby Ada for two hours. When Robin doesn't show up, one of the other members of the camp appears and makes her take her anyway. 

"You should strike," you say, woozy on Steve's arm. Your fever is getting worse. The cold breeze helps some, but eventually Steve's gonna have to dunk you in the river. 

"I should." She hugs the baby on her chest. "I don't even really like babies. Like, I'd die for her, but kids aren't my thing. At least, they weren't." 

"She's quiet," Steve says. 

"Why don't you hold her, Stevie?" you ask. He loves kids. 

"I'm busy with my own baby." 

You can't decide if it's funny or romantic. You fall asleep against his side and wake a few times throughout the evening, your face in his lap, his hand protective in your hair or against your ear. He wakes you at dusk, kissing a stripe down your cheek. 

"Sorry," he says softly by your ear, "but I can't carry you." 

"You would if you loved me," you tease, your eyes sticky and hard-pressed to open. 

Steve helps you stand and takes more of your weight than necessary as you walk back to your tent. Robin's already inside sans baby Ada, and she has a surprise for you. 

"Tada!" she says. "It's a pillow." 

You rub your eyes with your fist. "Aw," you mumble, disoriented, "yis."

Steve laughs like you're the cutest thing on earth, and he helps you sit down. You're horrified that you actually need him to, almost slipping and smashing your head on the packed dirt ground as your leg buckles under your weight. Now that would've made you sick. 

One fool on your left and another on the right, you rest your aching head on Robin's miraculous pillow and breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Where did you get this?" you ask. 

Robin taps the side of her nose. "Not saying." 

You huff at being out of the know but are ultimately too tired to pioneer for your right to know —you nod off a minute later, and vaguely recollect the sound of the tent zipper. 

Much later, you wake to whispers. 

"He has fleas, Robin," Steve says. 

A weight lands on your legs. "He doesn't anymore! And fleas don't live on people." 

"But they bite. And they have diseases! Stinkyboy can't stay in here." 

"Stinkyboy has just as much right to shelter as you do." 

"No, he doesn't. Not if he's going to give bubonic plague to the love of my life." 

You try to wake up properly. All you manage is a weak sound and a leg twitch. There's a sharp and sudden silence, disrupted only by a thwacking of skin on skin. 

"Did you just hit me?" Robin whispers furiously. 

"No! You tried to hit me, I was defending myself!" 

"You're so done. I'm taking Stinkyboy and Y/N in the divorce." 

"Idiot! Shut up, you'll wake her up. She needs to sleep to get better." 

"You're the idiot, idiot. Isn't that right, Stinky? Isn't Uncle Steve just the worst?" 

After a night of tossing and turning, you finally wake at daybreak. You're confused at first when you can't see Steve, until you realise he's pulled your head into his lap again, stroking the skin before your hairline. It tickles. 

"I still feel awful," you say hoarsely. 

"I don't think you'll recover after just one day," Steve whispers back. Robin sleeps beside you, a blanket wrapped bundle of cat at her feet. 

"You let her let the cat in?" you ask.

"We actually argued about it at length." Steve's fingertips draw a heart over your temple. "She swears that flea ointment stuff worked, but I found a flea on my sock. I'm furious." 

"You sound it." 

"Don't worry. She has to de-flea everything, we made a contract." 

"Well," you say. "It's a big tent." 

It most certainly isn't. If Stinkyboy was as rife with fleas as he was when he first came along Steve would've put his foot down and so would’ve you rather than let him stay, but he only has a few stubborn ones hanging around, and Steve feels really sorry for the poor cat. Imagine how lonely he must have been, he'd said, and then coughed, like sympathy was something to be embarrassed of. 

You feel very sorry for the cat, but you absolutely don't want fleas. You ask Steve to help you go down to the river so you can change your clothes and wash the ones you'd been wearing. You're still too sick to do a good job, but Steve sits half behind you and helps your aching arms scrub the fabric against the makeshift washer (corrugated metal from a shed roof).

Being sick isn't so bad when you have that much love at your back, metaphorically and physically. You lean all of your weight on him and sigh. 

"Love you," you say. 

"Love you," he says back. He holds your wet hands in his. "Now let's go and warm you back up, loser. You're just dying to get hypothermia." 

"It's in season." 

"Funny." 

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

[jewish-vents]

I was talking in a discord server with people I trust (bc we don't get political) about how I'm scared to join any new servers now because I'm Israeli and I'm afraid people will be unokay with my existence. I explained how I've had cases where I'd mention where I'm from and immediately got attacked by the person who I was talking to. One of my friends in the server who I *know* means well but don't know what they're talking about just said "just tell them you're not a zionist!!! it's unfair people just assume your political stance based on where you're from :(" and it took. so much self restraint not to just lash out. bless your soul honey I wish it were that simple.

.

#jewish vents #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #antisemitism on tumblr #antisemitism on discord #israeli #also this might be an unpopular opinion #it shouldnt be unpopular but yeah #zionists deserve basic respect as human beings too #which is something many people forget

[iiyoshi]

This is not a shitpost, just me bawling out my feelings.

Severus fucking Snape is the only thing keeping my mature student ass intact. I'm almost crying everyday from the stress and the best part of the day is always reading/writing about Snape.

I don't think Rickman understands how much of a comfort character he played in the Movies, and if the HP universe were real, I don't think Snape would know how much of an impact he makes on all of us.

I'm mentally unokay, but I have Severus Snape✨️

I'm still mentally unokay, but at least there's someone unokay to be with.

#harry potter #severus snape #snape #pro severus #pro snape #professor severus snape #professor snape #severus snape fandom #snape community

[grntaire]

being sad rq

probably going to break up w my partner on sat and my heart is so heavy but ik it's for the best. talked to my best friend abt it finally who also knows him rly well and she was like, yeah it seems like this is the best thing for you and that even though he's a good person, he's not the good person for you. and that yeah, even though you could build a life with him, you know you could be happier with someone else it seems etc etc and hearing it from her really solidified it for me.

i'm really sad bc i do love him and hes a great person. but i think i need someone more like, idk if assertive is the right word? but someone whose energy matches mine and someone who is equally enthusiastic abt going out and doing things etc etc. like, he really struggles with communicating bc of trauma shit and like idk how to word it but its like, bc of his communication issues i feel like if im not extremely diligent all of the time i could end up accidentally walking all over him which is the last fucking thing that i want. that and he's a full time double music major and i have so much shit i have to do and work through this year that i rly dont know if either of us have it in us to put the time into this relationship that it needs and deserves

idk. just feeling down and weird and i am definitely going to be super unokay on saturday

#personal

[workof-tortured-poetsdepartment]

Idk man it's like everyone is suddenly grown up or grown apart and I'm just here. Being weird, unokay, bad.

[musashi]

anyways i'm unokay about 'i've got you, edgeworth. i've got you.'

#fools to lovers #colossal waste of time #three nights at feddys #Youtube

[terribleoldwhitemen]

endeavour finale clocking in at two whole hours? two whole hours. two? whole hours? hey can somebody come over here and help me. yeah I'm gonna need some help. no, really. please? some help? I'm unokay and rapidly getting worse

#supplemental log

[witch-of-the-west-country]

The hell d'you mean you feel like shit?? That's unokay mama I got your back don't you worry.

First off, you post a photo of yourself like that and still need anyone else to compliment you? That's absurd to me. You're a beautiful lady and should know that just by looking in a mirror. It's a shame I don't share your genes because I'd be damn happy if I got to grow up to look even half as lovely as you. You want a compliment? Look at yourself, you're already your own biggest compliment.

And secondly, you're one of the kindest and most interesting people I have ever met. You were incredibly inspiring to me while I was growing up and I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to take the role of my tumblr mom. You helped raise me when no one else in my life would, and I'm incredibly grateful for that.

Also I still remember reading your writing back in the day and just how wonderful it is. Honestly it's so good that, to this day, I still remember excerpts from that one Lucas story you wrote, and to this day I'm still so impressed by how good the dialogue and plot were.

You're an absolutely outstanding lady, and if you ever, for some reason I couldn't possibly fathom, feel like shit again, my dm's are still wide open as they were all those years ago when we first met.

I love you lots mama <3

I love you too baby person.

It was an emotional evening and the menopause is not kind to women of a certain age who have lost their makeup and keep sweating.

But I just took a time out and cried a bit and realised I didn't have to rush and hair grows back and my boots were just at the back of the cupboard and I didn't need to panic so I might as well get there and draw a line under it all

And I had a good time. Then a bad time. Then a good time again. That how it works. Breeze over that shit and start again.

Life or fic, we are all just a wip, and we can always start again

Love my enby Tumblr kid. I have the best taste in moots and you're the best of my best taste

[katierosefun]

If it makes anyone feel better I have this headcanon that I'm 100% convinced is what actually happened of juwon faking the documents he needed to get lee geum hwa's body so he could claim it as family.

Reason being he was a bit Too Zoomed in on the documents chief nam had with him when he came to take min jung's body.

I mean c'mon, can't he do a lil bit of forgery as a treat? I'm pretty sure he can.

So Lee Geom Hwa has a family who claimed her body and it's Han Juwon, in this essay...

headcanon accepted, anon! (han joo won using shady practices to do morally unokay things is out, han joo won using shady practices to do morally good but technically legally incorrect things is in)

#answered #anon #beyond evil #han joo won is allowed a little forgery as a treat!

[imminentinertia]

Just finished Good Omens S2 and like the rest of the audience I'm extremely unokay

#good omens s2 #s3 please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please plea

[surely-galena]

Hey Galena! I brought up your Giann amnesia theory in DMs with my friend. We've got a whole Marius destructive fic outlined now in between rambling to each other about thoughts. My emotions are unokay (and neither is Marius :'D). Thank you for the emotional destruction you've brought to both of us.

Hello roshie-writes!! :D

[in reference to this post I made about Giann not having a sprite]

That's so cool that you've got a whole Marius destructive fic! It sounds like a lot of fun (except maybe not for Marius, haha). Honestly Marius and Giann angst is so interesting to dig into and also very fun to write. Even though it hurts :')

I'm glad both of you enjoyed my theory rambling and I hope your emotions recover shortly! XD

#asks #roshie-writes #marius von hagen #giann von hagen

[iwaasfairy]

Lemme just say

me after finishing with your wip

I aM

sO UNoKaY

BUT I'M ALSO AMAZING

IM—

SPINNING

CRYinH

soBBIng

on the floor and don't know when I'll get back up.

Probably when you message me again so I can screech at you more about how I've never wanted to be an Itoshi more than this moment

hAHAHAHGETZFYDEUE yESSS yEEEEEESSSSS embrace it rYn let the itoshi smut and angst combo consuME you i! im so happy you can be a voIce of reason thank yoU iM VERY EXCITED TO FINiSH this baby up, spit an d polish her up iM AAAAAA tHANK YOU thANK YOUUU

#i give you all the kisses on your head #tY for helping me out and sitting throUGh my bullshit hHAHAHDFEF #honey mail #moots 🥂

[eggmeralda]

I'm so unokay about truffula flu rn I wanna read every character's blog all over again

#m #maybe i will #ramble #technically I've never read swag or bitter's blogs after archiving them so that would be fun