or should i say reading

Midnight Thoughts Part it’s-about-my-oshimen-graduating-soon-so-I-need-to-let-it-out-somewhere

Haven’t done this ever since Murai Junna grad… and here am I doing another one about Sakai Mei… 

As usual, Imma put the “keep reading” thing after this so you can skip this post and have a nice day (if you want to read this, feel free to waste your time)

Enjoy~

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  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

LATER, CHIRRUT SLEEPS next to me. […] He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body. I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have? (insp.)

a+ witchy pickup lines

• “the demon that follows me around says you’re cute”

• “I did a tarot reading and it said we should date. I kept shuffling until I pulled The Lovers.”

• “you’re absolutely bewitching”

• “are you my crystal collection… ? because uh you’re really pretty and you rock.”

• “are you using Fae glamour magic or are you actually just that beautiful”

• “I like to call on deities and spirits but you can call me anytime”

• “I read your palm and it says you should hold mine”

alright so you know me i can’t go making a fluffy post without balancing things out 

so i just noticed something while making that last post actually and it kinda may have messed me up a bit so that’s why i’m sharing it tho ofc this could be just me hardcore headcanoning again but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so dennis mentions this

and yuya’s reaction to learning that dennis was yusho’s student intrigued me a bit because

obviously something just clicks in his head like right that makes sense now

but he doesn’t look too happy about it unlike the first time he suspected it

and well with recent events, we know yuya has his memories of being zarc back

which also include knowledge of the fact he isn’t really yusho’s son

then by the end of the duel, there’s some kids gathered around yuya asking him to teach them Entertainment Dueling

but what does yuya say

“Teach them the true Entertainment Dueling my father taught you!

as in, the true Entertainment Dueling Yusho taught Dennis for the past 3 years he wasn’t there to teach it to Yuya.

listen… we know Yuya has a habit of hiding his pain with a smile and

well

i mean… he’s doing it… and then he turns away

from then on we don’t really see if he keeps actually smiling for long…

Teach them, Dennis. Teach them the Entertainment Dueling I wish I had been taught.

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pale-chartreuse replied to your quote “I entered the society of the craft at the age of fourteen, as an…”

This is an amazing statement of intent. This goes into my stash of sources to steal from if I ever need to make a speech.

I will say I have found that when I have trouble starting something – a fic, or the intro to a paper, or a tough email – it helps to pretend you are Charles Dickens. Not only did Dickens have a level of ego that seemed to make him believe he literally could not write bad fiction*, he always started with the most vital part of the impending scene. (”Marley was dead, to begin with.”) 

Dickens had some issues and I’m not trying to say you should read his books to become a better writer because wow no. But I find that just putting yourself into the flappy cloak of an arrogant 19th century novelist who was paid by the word really helps get the ink flowing. You can go back and rewrite it in modern English later. 

* Great Expectations is a terrible book. Fight me. 

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Goodbye self-titled era

Portugal Ficlet: Dreams

Another 2010 Portugal ficlet, though this one isn’t really about Portugal … it just takes place during that vacation. I intended this one to be really short, but it got away from me. Maybe this one is long enough that I should put it behind a “Keep Reading” thingy. Comment to say so if you think I should.

[Masterlist of all pieces of the Portugal fic project]


Phil slowly emerged from sleep to the feel of Dan pressed against him along the entire back of his body, from the face tucked into the back of his neck to the knees curved along the backs of his own to the feet tangling with his beneath the sheet. The rest of the sheet had been thrown off at some point and now tangled around only their legs. In the warmth of the night, Phil didn’t mind the lack of covering, but he knew it was a sign that Dan had been restless. Add that to the fast breath against the nape of his neck and Phil’s sleepy brain was able to figure out that Dan had probably had another bad dream. It happened sometimes.

Phil didn’t roll over yet, but pressed his own arm to the one Dan had thrown around his waist and entwined his fingers with Dan’s. Dan’s arm tightened to hold him closer. “Nightmare?” Phil asked quietly.

Dan scooted even closer. Phil had thought there was no real space between them a moment ago, but now Dan was pressed against him so tightly he could feel every inch of him trembling slightly. “Not a nightmare, exactly,” Dan said in a small voice, and he sounded so very young. “Just a bad dream.”

Phil wished he could hold Dan, hold more than just his hand, but he knew Dan would want a bit of privacy right now. After a bad dream, he liked to be close, but not too close. He needed a bit of time and space before he could accept that much comfort. “Want to talk about it?” Phil asked into the darkness, his voice almost a whisper.

A long moment passed, and Phil waited patiently for Dan to be ready to talk about it if he wanted to. Then Dan said, “It was just stupid.”

Phil held in a sigh. Dan always dismissed his own doubts and fears as “stupid.” “Tell me about it anyway?” he coaxed.

Dan was silent for another long minute, then murmured into Phil’s neck, “I needed to do something. Everyone was counting on me. But I didn’t know how to do it. I didn’t even know what it was I needed to do! But it was really important. And I knew I was letting everyone down. And I kept trying to figure out what it was I was supposed to do so I could try to figure out how to do it, but there was no one to help me and I was panicking…” His voice trailed off as his breath sped up.

Phil squeezed his hand gently and asked, “Is it okay if I turn around so I can give you a hug?” and he felt Dan nod. He rolled over to face Dan and took the boy into his arms, rubbing his hands up and down along his back, and when he pressed a tender kiss to Dan’s lips he felt tears on Dan’s cheeks.

“You don’t have to have everything figured out,” Phil reassured him softly. “And you know that you aren’t alone. You know that I’m always right here beside you, that I would do anything for you. I’ll always be here to help you.”

Dan’s arms around him squeezed him so tightly Phil could almost feel his bones creak under the pressure, but nothing on earth could have persuaded him to ask Dan to ease up in that moment. He heard a quiet sniff in the dark. He wondered if this was about uni, since Dan had received his acceptance only a few months ago.

He was proven correct when Dan asked hesitantly, “Do you think I’m doing the right thing with the law program? I just … I have no idea what I want to do, and I figure the law degree would at least be … you know … impressive. But is that a good enough reason to do it?”

Phil kissed Dan’s cheek and could taste the salt of his tears. “You don’t need to have any answers right now. You can always change your mind after you’ve seen what the courses are like. You don’t need to have your whole life planned out in advance, you know. Nobody ever really does. If they say they do, they’re lying.” He pressed another kiss, this time to Dan’s hair.

Dan sighed, and Phil could feel the warm breath against his face. Then Dan burrowed closer within Phil’s embrace and nudged in beneath Phil’s chin, pressing his face to Phil’s throat. They were both quiet, breathing together in the dark hotel room. They’d left the doors to the balcony open, and the smell of the ocean perfumed the air around them, a subtle breeze brushing across their bare skin.

“How do you always make me feel better?” Dan asked, and there was a tiny bit of humor in his voice now. The worst was over.

“It’s my superpower,” Phil replied. “Probably not as impressive as laser eyes or being able to move things with my brain.”

Dan kissed his throat and whispered, “I think it’s better. It’s the best superpower there is.”

Phil hugged him tighter.

It’s awesome to be able to draw Mark with his black hair again

Another small Viktuuri comic based on this au concept. “Imagine whenever you lose something, your soulmate winds of finding it.” One panel is a bit dark but it has our favorite ending or should I say beginning! ^^ Again, read from right to left!

ps: I drew them growing up. I think before Viktor has that long hair, he grew it out like Yuri did :D

afterwards, you stretch empty fingers
into dream-space, wishing
for your own adventure. you pray
 
your hand closes around a dragon egg,
a jewelled sword-hilt,
a bloodstained rose, a crown.
 
you keep your eyes on your shadow,
keep your eyes open
as night’s breathing slows, waiting.
 
the air smells like snow, sharp and clean;
you exhale hard, picturing smoke-clouds,
picturing flames. patience remains
 
fleet-footed as a nymph, her laugh
as mocking. renown lives in distant mountains
past realms unknown, but here,
 
beauty grabs your wrist as you pass,
a bright-eyed temptress draped
in frozen pine needles.
 
afterwards, you build your own story.
you name your favourite pen,
compare word counts like a kill count, argue
 
the merits of quality over quantity. palms
dripping dream-dust, you shape your own world,
your own adventure, chase magnificence
 
at the speed of thought — you know it is yours,
surely as the long-lost heirs of faraway lands
believe in a waiting throne.
—  glorification, for @mirrorsandwindowsabstractedfocus