hello I am new to the fandom and wanted to introduce myself, i love your content and was wondering if you'd recommend any active blogs to follow. thanks!

ahhh for sure!!

@rainstormcolors is one of my top fav yugioh bloggers and a beloved friend. @yuujoh and @emblematik and @danieco and @kuriboh-i-choose-you and @atembomb and @nenya85 and @dxmichelle and @kaibacorpstocksplit and @millenni-em-tauk are also beloved friends (some of them post a mix of things, not just yugioh <3)

i love @zombiekaiba's yugioh posts, although they post less yugioh nowadays.

@millenniummmbop posts hilarious and lovely rivalshipping art although i believe she's currently on hiatus.

here is storied list of yugioh bloggers that i know are active and post or reblog a lot of yoog, mostly DM but some other series thrown in: @norealgoodbyes @marikism @crushcardvirus @zorcskhakis @duelistkingdom @dominonary @popflythesky @shinayashipper @millennium-tin-stick @alectoperdita @millenniumblog @king-thief @beanist GO WILD. a truly wide variety of bloggers, tastes, opinions, ships, types of fanworks (fanart and fanfiction and meta) etc <3 enjoy!!

drop a note in the comments if you're also an active (mostly) yugioh blogger!! we're thriving, baby!!!

AND HOW CAN I FORGET MY BOSS: @kaibacorp !!

this was supposed to be an incorrect quote but it spiraled out of control

note: im american idk if yall brits have cuties (kidding im sure ur all cuties ok im sorry i couldnt resist) but i really had to alright pls be-ryllium ar-gon with me yes im sorry we are revisiting chem lads dont worry i will provide you translations/i will make it obvious also theres switching povs & im telling you ahead of time: the puns are very, very bad 

also i wrote this at like late 5am un-beta-ed so please forgive me for any mistakes, i have 0.5 braincells left and i used up 0.279 for academic papers

kind of a crackfic btw 

ok without further ado bc i ramble too much, other notes at the end: 

*on Valentine’s Day*

John woke up to the sound of clinking and the faint sound of rustling of papers, the other side of the bed empty and cold. Ah, probably on that experiment again with those oranges he said were also a good pet name for me. What was it again? Right, cuties. A small smile appeared on John’s unshaven face. His hubby was too endearing for his own good sometimes. 

In the kitchen, Sherlock paced back and forth, eyeing his failed experiment with disdain. Which he was totally worrying more about rather than whether his plan would work. Would John like these? Maybe he should have just gone with George’s advice and went to get some takeout Angelo’s like they often did during quarantine, but Sherlock wanted to make this special. He nervously adjusted his shirt collar, looking down to check that he was indeed wearing the purple shirt John loved so much. Apparently it was called the purple shirt of sex or something? The detective honestly had no idea how or why but that wasn’t important, what was important was John. John. He still couldn’t believe the brilliant, patient, and gorgeous army-doctor was....his husband. After the drunk night they had that one day, things got a bit heated and...well, you could say they definitely had a good time and cleared up their feelings for each other, much to Donovan’s chagrin who lost Scotland Yard’s bet by just a week. Mrs. Hudson was the winner, obviously. 

Thank god for Mrs. Hudson’s and Gavin; he didn’t know what he would do without both of them giving him advice, though the DI wasn’t always pleased to be summoned in the middle of a case to help Sherlock out. 

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Sherlock scanned his surroundings to make sure everything was in place. Ah, he could now hear John about to step into the aisle, right on time. Quickly, Sherlock went back to pretending he was working on his experiment. 

Just a few moments later, John padded into the kitchen, clean shaven, and as expected, looked at Sherlock pointedly. Of course, the detective was used to this and promptly ignored it, waiting for John to say something. 

“Sherlock,” John said, tilting his head to the side a bit, “What is going on here? Why are there little sticky notes all over the place?” 

Sherlock simply shrugged. “Why don’t you go take a look for yourself, John? I’m sure you would be able to find out that way.” 

Sighing, John went back into the living room and perused the various bright colored sticky notes. Sherlock’s scratchy handwriting was on all of them, along with small drawings on some. Stepping closer, John took the first one off the wall above the couch and read the note out loud: 

“Jawn, you’re small and angy, just like the bunch of Copper (Cu) Tellurium (Te) Iodine (I) Einstieinium (Es) we got the other day. Will you be my clemenvalentine?” Belatedly, John noticed a small orange drawn next to it, with a small >:[ face. Sherlock still wasn’t going to let him ever live it down, huh? 

Shaking his head with the faintest hint of a smile crossing John’s expression, he moved on to the next one. 

“John, the first time we met and dined at Angelo’s, I said girlfriends weren’t really my area. What I really wanted to say was that I was Gallium (Ga) Yttrium (Y), John. Obviously, I am married to my work and love of my life now, but would you still be my Valentine again, for the 11th time?” This one was written in rainbow ink, probably one of those pens Rosie got for Sherlock, insisting that he would have some use for them someday. Which he did, evidently.

As John picked up more and more notes strewn around the room, and read more and more puns, some of his favorites being, “Forget Hydrogen–you’re my number one element” and “Why don’t we go back to the bedroom and form a covalent bond ;) Or we could do it on the table, periodically” he didn’t know whether he should have laughed or cried. Maybe both. Some were so bad they were hilarious but the fact that they were that bad just made it more funny and endearing. Oh Sherlock, where would I bee without you? who would I be without you?

Oh god, John realized with horror. Sherlock’s terrible puns were rubbing off him and invading his thoughts. Typical of him, that bloody cute charismatic arse.  

Finally, John reached the last one. 

“John, I know I’m not very good with expressing my affection for you, but I want you to know, especially today, that Iodine (I) Lutetium (Lu) Vanadium (V) Uranium (U). You are my best friend, my lover, my husband, and my lifelong partner. You’ll always be my doctor and blogger at heart.” On the side, a small smiley face was drawn. 

The entire time, John knew Sherlock’s eyes were on him, even though he pretended to be busy with his experiment. The doctor knew those telltale signs: tense shoulders coupled with a nervous biting of his lip. Watching closely, trying to gauge his reaction after reading all of them.  

“Sherlock, were you trying to test my chemistry knowledge again? You know it’s been awhile since I’ve studied all this, right?” 

Of course, Sherlock knew this. Sherlock always knew but was somehow still an oblivious idiot. My oblivious idiot, John thought affectionately. 

“Well yes but I-” a beat. Sherlock took a deep breath. “Well, it’s always you making plans for Valentine’s, and I thought, maybe I should take charge this time, with something other than Angelo’s–don’t worry, I’ve already ordered takeout for dinner, I know you love their food, John, so I still did it. But I wanted to do more for you this time. Mrs. Hudson and Rosie agreed it would help me express myself better, so I tried it out. Um-” Sherlock stopped mid sentence as John walked up to him, and put a finger over those pouty lips. 

“Sherlock, you amazing, adorable, gorgeous man, you’re so cute, you know that? And I did in fact notice your shirt–we will be making use of that later, obviously.” The detective gulped visibly. “But for the record, I want you to know that I know how much you love me, and you know how much I love you, so don’t ever feel bad about having trouble expressing it verbally; I can always tell through the small thoughtful gestures you do for me and the looks you throw my way when you think I can’t see. What you did for me today was very sweet, and it made my day–I will always cherish this memory on this Valentine’s, but I can assure you my love for you will never change no matter what, whether or not you do gestures like this for me. My love is of the same magnitude as yours to mine, and it never stops growing everyday”

Sherlock beamed, that charming crooked grin of his slowly spreading across his face, and John pulled him down for a kiss, both laughing against each other’s lips lightly as their mouths clumsily crashed together. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Too High-Strung to Sleep

It’s been way too long since I’ve typed up a blog post like this. 2016 was a hectic year for me, aside from what was happening in the world. My mental health was at an all time low. My depression grew worse around the fall to winter time. I noticed it around October. It makes sense. The sun wasn’t out for very long. I didn’t go outside much unless I had to. I was cooped up inside my house. 

Now. Flash forward to now. It’s currently 3:33 am. I know. My sleeping schedule is always erratic though. Thankfully, I’ve been awake and slightly more energetic in the mornings. It’s all thanks to my motivation to go job hunting. I’m getting old. Put college on hold until I pay off the bulk of my student loans from 2010-2011. An expensive-ass all women’s college. Life ain’t easy. It’s basically the equivalent of 4 years at a California state university. :D WOWIE

Today was a fairly nice day. A couple hours earlier, I had such a lovely conversation with my best friend on the phone. She’s the best. Right when I thought I was losing all my good friends due to long-distance and general “falling-out” of communication, she stays in my life throughout all the years of my depression and lack of constant communication. I am extremely blessed to have known her for almost 6 years now. 

Speaking of friendships, I contacted my old high school buddies. Only 2 of them really keep in contact with me through Facebook. One in particular (I’m not naming names. Let’s call her Cathy) -- Cathy lives fairly far from me now. She moved out for college and now lives in another state to achieve her career goals. I haven’t seen Cathy for years now. Can’t even remember the last time I saw her. Yes, I miss her. Back in high school, she used to let me borrow her teen fiction books. She introduced me to the TrueBlood book series (which I still love) and K-pop music and Korean dramas. We always had something to talk about, and she usually noticed when I was too shy to talk in our group of friends. Cathy encouraged me to speak my mind. Even despite being an extrovert, my being an introvert didn’t have a negative effect on our friendship. In fact, she helped me overcome a lot of my shyness. I take a long time to break out of my shell too, especially in front of new people. Anyway... I talked to her today, sent off a message. She must have been busy because she didn’t say much aside from a few replies. I know it’s hard to balance a romantic relationship with your partner whilst communicating with your friends too, but sometimes I wish there was no added pressure of living with your partner despite having some “troubles” or issues. She didn’t share the details with me. I don’t expect her to. I wish her the best and I hope she does work out things with her boyfriend. She seems rather happy with him, but at the same time, I wish she wouldn’t forget to talk to her friends too. Your partner can’t be the center of your universe all the time, you know? You need that balance of having friends by your side. That’s my opinion anyway. 

I talked to my other old high school friend. Let’s call her Nicole. Nicole isn’t someone I talk to often. Usually she’s rather quiet, sometimes quieter than I am. She only speaks when I speak to her. Other than that, she often has nothing of substance to contribute to the conversation. I know it’s awful to say that, but when I spoke to her today, it was SO one-sided. It was boring. I lost interest quickly. It’s sad too, because she’s not a bad person. She’s nice. She just doesn’t ask me questions in return. She doesn’t check in on me or ask how I’m doing. Those are decent things to do, and I guess she’s too cooped up with other priorities?? I dunno. Part of me wants to burn this friendship bridge. She is still local and I have the opportunity to hang out with her in person. But do I want to? Nah. We have literally nothing in common. Nicole wants to study child psychology. 1. I hate kids. 2. The majority of college students study psycholgy. It’s nothing new. I admire the field, of course, but I think some students who delve into the field do it because they glamorize mental illness. Toxic shit there. I don’t know what her goals are for life. Even in high school, she was one of those side friends who was merely a part of our circle of friends. I didn’t hate her but I didn’t love her, ya know? If only Nicole actually contributed to any conversation I initiate with her. Everything that was said is so bland. I lost interest. Being completely honest here. 

Now here is the main issue I’m currently facing. While I do enjoy some aspects of Tumblr, I’ve noticed more arguments, debates, and overall back-and-forth banter with folks yelling at each other trying to prove they and ONLY they are correct. It’s mindless. I even unfollowed a “previously only Deadpool themed” blog. Now this blogger is a bitter person complaining about everything and anything-- claiming one group is better than another. I’m sorry, what? I unfollowed that chick so fast. Problem is, I’m losing interest in Tumblr. I only follow artists here for the most part. Tried making Tumblr friends. That didn’t work. How the fuck do people do that, by the way? I can’t hold friendships with people I can’t physically see due to long-distance. Like, they live in countries thousands and thousands of miles away. It’s difficult. I try so hard too. Like right now (I doubt she reads my posts) I’m so torn as to whether I should admit defeat and end the friendship. She cherishes her current best friend in her life to the point where I am kind of a stool pigeon who checks up on her well-being. That’s all. Perhaps I’m jealous? We used to talk often. Now I barely her from her maybe 2-3 times a week. What changed? Seriously. I probably offended her. I did something. I have no idea? I know my biggest flaw is being uncensored, unfiltered, too honest. I don’t know when to shut up. At the same time, I talk TOO much. I say too much in one text and people will be like: “Oh cool.” Here I go over-thinking about shit. I’m just fed up, to be honest. I try so goddamn hard to make friends either here or in real life. The only friends in my life are from school. That’s it. I am reaching a point in my life where I need new friends. I need to have a reason to leave the house. I need to vent to people who are willing to drop what they’re doing to speak to me (if it’s an emergency). Where are these friends though? 

So. I’ve come to the point where I’ve decided I will move up north, closer to my best friend. Problem is: it will probably happen YEARS from now. Hopefully in less than 5 years. She has had such a positive impact in my life. My current love life is “under-construction.” I know he wants to move to Oregon though. Maybe it will work out for the best. I desperately want a reason to live. I need a new beginning, to start fresh. At this moment, I still feel uncertain about my career path. Looking for work is on my radar, that’s all. 

This is the gist of what’s happening so far. 2017 is the year I hope to grow more independent. I wish to learn how to take care of myself without relying on my family. I know it will happen. Soon. 

If you’ve read this far, send me a message. Obviously you share an interest with me, yeah? Thanks. Ciao.