Sleep button broke. 🙃

Reading something that makes me feel joy as it rips out my insides. Knowing it’s duology and I don’t have the second book. This makes me feel normal things.

Also doing copious research about a setting for a fic I’m writing but maybe I just won’t make it accurate and go off ‘I want it to work this way so it does now’ because wow this thing is actually so much more complicated than I thought. I might just have to go at the end “hey guys this was inaccurate. Here’s how it would ACTUALLY work but I’m not writing that. Gets in the way of them holding hands.”

Also also would any of you guys like to read a short story about a cat getting a bit funky and weirdly murderous, who knows he might be a metaphor for something. ??

It's a good thing I hadn't seen Utsukushii Kare recently when I'd gotten that ask about my favorite scene because I would never have been able to choose. Literally every single scene is amazing in its own way, and tells us so much, often with very little.

I'm only halfway through my re-watch, so I'm sure that this list will expand, but in terms of scenes that give me joy the top contenders are the first bicycle ride, the water fight, the fireworks at night, and the entire scene in the classroom culminating in the hand kiss. Honestly, that last one might win, just because there is so much happening in it.

Amazingly, this show gets even better on re-watch. I'm noticing all sorts of details I missed the first time. And, like in my re-watch of Blueming, I'm paying a lot more attention to Kiyoi and his reactions and expressions. The actor and the framing put so much subtle nuance into the character; everything we learn about him in the last episodes is already there, waiting to be noticed.

Original Anon, if you see this and want to write in with your favorite scene from Utsukushii Kare, I'd love to read it.

Also, I love Hira's house. So delightfully cluttered and homey, in a real, lived-in kind of way. Something I've noticed Japanese shows often do well.

we shouldn't be allowed to open fics on ao3 after 11pm I swear to god

thinking about the diggity dog

What if ingo never returns. Au/hc time

Ingo never gets returned to the present. He stays in hisui , grows old and dies. He regains some of his memories, over time they get triggered but he never fully remembers. He has a different life now and no matter what he has to settle. Back in Unova though Emmet hasn't stopped looking for his brother. The battle subway still runs, and challenges come and go but it's always just emmet. Ingos og pokemon are still there with him as well. The subway feels lonely without Ingo there with him. Missing posters are scattered around the city and in others as well. But over time people stop looking. No one cares anymore. It was a lost cause. Not emmet though. Back then when Ingo was still around the twins would often visit Nacrene city when they had the time. Perusing around the museum and library. Ever since ingo disappeared though, Emmet drowned himself in work and couldn't bring himself to visit alone. Everyone knows Emmet is still hurting. There is nothing they can do but hope for the best. Even if he still wears his iconic smile it's different, tight and forced. It wavers at the mention of his brother. But it never truly falls until he reaches the confines of his home. He sits at night wondering where it went wrong, where his dear brother was. Tears staining his cheeks and eyes becoming swollen, surely to be visible the next day. Emmet took in Ingo's stray pokemon, and they all share the same pain, Missing Ingo greatly. One day though, while Emmet is at work, he gets a call. From Nacrene city's gym leader, Lenora. She would interact with the twins from time to time explaining new discoveries and theories they liked. She was desperate and breathless. She struggles to find the words. New items had been put out for display. Her voice trembles as she tries to explain her findings. And once she gets the words out, Emmet's hearts sinks. Suddenly it's much harder to breath, and his ears are ringing painfully so. He can't even hear what Lenora is saying at that point. His vision falters and he stumbles back into a chair. His phone vibrates, Informing him of a new message. Pictures of an old torn coat. Matching his but in black instead of white, a worn tunic with an unfamiliar symbol in the middle. But the hardest to miss was the hat. Ingo's signature hat, torn from some places, but Unmistakeably his. Much like Emmet's own hat, the familiar red ribbon and charm adorning the top. And to add insult to injury, a picture of his missing brother. He looks older , his posture horrible as he slouches. Wrinkles and scars visible on his face and exposed hands. As well as a small goatee on his chin. Standing next to a young girl with long black hair. Captioned "warden ingo and the hero of hisui " it's old and worn. Horribly faded in some parts. But he could never forget that face. The face of his missing twin." Born:? / died:?" His brother was gone. No longer in Unova. Not even the right time period. He no longer belonged to the land of the living, leaving his very much alive twin behind. Somehow, he had gone back in time. Had he been killed? Or had he grown old and lived a nice life? Emmet couldn't think. His eyes filled with tears, brain not getting enough oxygen to process anything correctly. It felt as if he was being choked, and he couldn't do anything to save himself except helplessly clawing at the invisible force that was draining him. Why had fate been so cruel? Why him? Had they done something to deserve this punishment from Arceus himself? He screamed, and the Walls of the security room seemed to mirror his pain. Echoing back his own pained shrieks. He was helpless. His brother was dead. had been dead for many years. Then, everything went black.

its (finally) time for

🌊🤿💤🐠Oxenfree👻🔊📤❔

ever have things happen to your eyes and they make a sound

holy fucking shit I should not be awake at 11:21pm

I’m so tired but I’m not sleepy what kind of fuckery-

The midjourney stuff just reminds of when we were trying to find a new platform to host the ao3 donation form, and companies kept trying to tell me about all their "ai" features that would track donor engagement, and figure out the optimal pattern to email individual donors asking for follow up donations, and all the ways they suggest we manipulate people into staying on our websites. It was a great way to filter out who either wasn't listening to us when we described our ethics and donor base, or just didn't believe us.

Now granted ao3 is a unique case based on a) the amount of page views we get in any given time period and b) the fact that most donors absolutely do Not want to be identified as such anywhere, (the default "list of recent donors" module got nuked Immediately) but it surprised me some that the concept of "donors who value their privacy and would be furious at even the whiff of AI" is unique. Some of us really are just existing in different worlds.

So there I was in the living room watching a show and relaxing after a few hours with qb work, I mean I like working with numbers but today it was a bit much. Anyway a person walks in the living room telling about their day tomorrow and reminding me of all the things I have to do.

SO rude of this person to remind me that tomorrow is Monday and I actually have to get up early and do things!!

@mlcpopfan - I will be needing coffee and a good massage from you to survive! 😉

randomly rememebered a very silly maya content creator AU i came up with like 2 years ago. its just dumb fun haha

*vape spits in my mouth* me looking at it “u fuckin bitch”

I’m not happy, I’m not prepared, and I want to go home

Snorting crack cocaine but my nose is too stuffy