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Another Bakunawa drawing! I wanted to change up my artstyle and I really liked this

— RANDOM MORNING THOUGHTS <3

gm it’s 7 am which means fluff hours for me !! here are some morning thoughts <3 hope u have an amazing day !

meian and kuroo are the kind of people to hug you from behind, have their faces nuzzled into your neck and would whisper soft things to you in the mornings

meanwhile iwaizumi, sakusa and suna would be extremely clingy in the morning. not wanting to let you go and would ask you for “five more minutes” whenever you try to leave :(

for oikawa, atsumu and kageyama they’re probably on top of you and getting up would be such a struggle with them <|3 but they keep you warm !

the opposite is ushijima, osamu and bokuto they’d let you lay on them. your head on their chest and their arms around your waist <3

lastly akaashi is probably up before you, he’d wake you up with your favorite coffee ready for you. would also be super super gentle in waking you up.

Gen was scared but not anymore

I looked back at all scenes with Gen in Tsukasa Empire and I noticed interesting thing. Gen would never stay on Tsukasa’s side because he NEVER felt comfortable there. He looked actually scared and always with his guard up. He never smiled in genuine way. He kept his distance. He wasn’t fine with Tsukasa’s plan. I actually think Gen wore bags with fake blood not since he found Ishigami Village but since he noticed how messed up Tsukasa is. He wore that to protect himself in Tsukasa Empire and it just happened to be more useful against Magma. I really feel bad for Gen. He looked miserable around Tsukasa only looking for chance to escape.

But then he joined Senku’s group in permanent way and his whole attitude changed. He started to smile in genuine way. He felt comfortable and that let him enjoy spending time with people. He started to mess around without fear of getting hurt by some meathead who wouldn’t understand the joke. Gen himself even said that Senku’s side is the safest place on the world. He is really happy now.

You ever think about the fact that Annie never saw any value in life and never took any interest in anything, only her fighting which kept her grounded and then BAM along came Eren who took interest in her fighting style and saw the value not only in it, but also in Annie herself (and her life)?

Dude no joke I was about to make a post about this and your ask couldn’t have come at a right time lol

One of the biggest things to come out of chapter 125 is how we finally got to see Annie’s pov and how she perceived herself, as well as the world around her.

She couldn’t grasp the concept of human lives and just lived her life doing what she was told, and didn’t care one bit who lived or who died. The only thing that brought her any semblance of affection was through her father and her training And through her father did she grasp a concept of what love actually was, and how much she cared to keep that love alive.

What;s really important is how this puts Eren and Annie’s meeting into a whole different context. When we first see her she obviously looks to have no interest in anything else other than completing her mission.

But that changed when she saw Eren use one of her martial art moves on Jean, and how she offered to train him during their cadet day. 

This is kind of a big deal because Eren reminded Annie of the warmth that she had when she was spending time with her father.  The only source of affection came from someone who she considered to be the only one who would ever care for her, and the only one she could rely on in their cruel, unforgiving world. Then here comes this boy who not only praises her combat skills, but reminds her of how much she actually did enjoy fighting and learning martial arts from her father.

I also need to point out that Eren was the only person who could see past Annies cold exterior and realize that she wasn’t being honest with herself when she said she hated learning how to fight. He saw how alive she was whenever she got to show off her hand to hand combat skills.

To me this only reinforces how strong both Eren and Annies bond was, and how much thy meant to each other especially their time training together. 

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

gods the soft LongJun moments in S2 E5 is just… good shit good shit

12. [orv] joongdok

‘laser tag’

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“Yoo Joonghyuk,” says Dokja, warily, “why did you bring me here?" 

"Tactical retreat,” Joonghyuk replies. He’s doing that thing that’s in all the substanceless fluff romance novels, with his arm on the wall next to Dokja’s head and caging him in– not that Dokja reads those sorts of novels, of course, it’s obviously just osmosis– and his distressingly good-looking face is equally distressingly close to Dokja’s. This is not at all how Dokja had planned this day to go.

“We’re on opposite teams,” Dokja points out. Then they both pause while the outraged yell of probably-Kim-Namwoon echoes faintly from the other side of the field. “And I’m pretty sure that was your teammate. Whom you abandoned.”

“I have something more important to do.” Joonghyuk leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth before Dokja can formulate a response. “So? Planning to shoot me?”

The expression on Dokja’s face is probably not very attractive right now, stunned as he is. “I guess not,” he says, faintly.

Joonghyuk kisses him on the lips this time, tilting his head for an angle that lets him slide his tongue deep into Dokja’s mouth. Dokja can’t do much else other than wrap his hands around Joonghyuk’s unnecessarily thick biceps and kiss back, messy and eager.

When Joonghyuk finally leans back, they’re both flushed, hips pressed against each other still. “Are we still playing?” Dokja asks. Joonghyuk runs a hand down his side and he shivers.

“We are,” Joonghyuk informs him, and unceremoniously shoots him right in the chest.

Watching Yoo Joonghyuk saunter arrogantly away as his vest lights up and the stun sound plays in his ears, Dokja discovers, to his lasting shame, that he’s entirely capable of getting turned on by sheer bloody annoyance.

the best thing about Trese is how it very carefully treads the fine line between urban fantasy, tropical gothic, and magical realism and how that specific brand of horror perfectly captures Manila's vibe because? honestly?

Manila really is Just Like That.

i go to Plaza Miranda and within seconds i will find a practicing mangkukulam selling cheap toys, tarot card readings, underwear, and curses all from the same stall in front of Quiapo Church. i have bought a curse off one of them once. i still have it in my bedside drawer because i chickened out last minute and never used it but now i'm too scared to get rid of it.

i walk through the informal settlers/squatter areas near my home and hear whispers of people dying in their sleep-- and it's almost always because of either two things: the police shot them in the night or because they brought something back with them from the province.

people disappear a lot. sometimes, they never find them again. sometimes, you only find parts of them. you're sure it's probably the work of a human but. you're never actually sure.

there are balete trees where you least expect them. there's one by one of the back roads leading to my office building and nobody wants to take it down because there's something living in it. same goes for the great sampalok tree in front of our office building. but they park their cars right next to them, paying a simple bow and "tabi, tabi po" as a parking fee. i try not to look at both trees when i pass by in the evenings on my commute home.

just last week my aunt called to casually tell me that they had their house blessed AGAIN because their maid had accidentally angered something the last time she visited her province of Nueva Ecija and everybody in the whole family has been waking up with scratches and bruises on their arms ever since. they had the house blessed by an abularyo this time because the first blessing from a catholic priest didn't work.

actually, my whole family on my grandmother's side is sensitive to this shit-- which explains the nonchalance, tbh. this isn't their first paranormal rodeo.

i know there is a branch of literary theory that studies why the development of magical realism, tropical gothic, and urban fantasy in fiction is largely credited to the global south (i.e. latin america, mainland asia, and south east asia), but fucking living in this bizarre city really drives it the fuck home.

there's at least two fucking balete trees near Manila's town hall. a building that is, by the way, shaped like a fucking coffin. i cannot make this up. it's so on-the-nose, it's like actual literary imagery right out of a magical realist/tropical gothic short horror story. and it's REAL.

and it's just normal here.

When writing always remember… a character flaw is only a flaw until becomes useful. 

Is your protagonist manipulative? Well that’s awful… until they manipulate the antagonist into making a decision that saves the lives of their friends. 

Is your protagonist a skeptic? Well that’s not good… until someone tries to lie to them. 

Is your protagonist overprotective? That sucks… until someone they love is in danger. 

Is your protagonist remorseless? Well that makes them pretty unlikeable… until a hard decision has to be made. 

gen loves… [x]