Its A Pain When Its Karaoke Night But Your Fav Sings Are All Korean

my teacher just asked us in the groupchat if we had our games period or not. IN THE GROUPCHAT THAT ONLY ADMINS CAN CHAT SMH

I explained to some absolute idiot on discord that as a blind person I hate when people make their blog titles or their usernames a bunch of letters compiled from different languages. If you use the letter that looks like an A but in Greek is actually an s, the screen reader is going to read it with an s sound. So a blind person cannot tell what you have typed because it reads as garbled nonsense.

And they thought it was just the funniest joke to intentionally type like that to poke fun. Please reblog and spread awareness that typing like this is inaccessible

my love language?

all of em

plz spend time with me, plz engulf me with your arms, plz feed me treats made from your love, plz help me with my homework, plz cast my doubts away and say you love me

I'm just really lonely

it’s time. tell me ur favorite book you read in 2024. also least favorite if you’ve got one!

To any fic writers who worry they are wasting their time... I read a fic for a relatively small and inactive fandom about three years ago. And there was one specific scene where a character watched another dancing like an idiot to a beyonce song and it was so sweet and loving that even now years later I have that song on one of my spotify playlist so every once in a while it will play and remind me of that fic, and every time it does I smile and feel a little happier.

The stats on a fic will never really tell you if your writing touched someone. There's no numerical way to show you what impact you made. Maybe you are wasting time, or maybe you are writing something that someone will remember for a long time, something that will never fail to make them smile.

another hc: luna and mana always give makeovers to nahoya and souta whenever they comeover. and i mean ALWAYS. they will braid their hair, try to brush it, straighten it and one time even managed to force a wig upon their head. souya doesnt mind it but nahoya literally vibrates in his seat because he hates it when someone messes up his hair.

mitsuya obviously has fun with this. he will deliberately place certain objects on low surfaces so luna and mana can easily find them.

they use their mother's makeup set to put lipstick on their lips, orange and blue eyeshadows, fake lashes (nahoya is scared shitless of those things) and blush and whatever else!

luna gets nahoya because she can talk back to him.

"next up: eyelash curler!"

"oi, you're not putting that anywhere on my face!"

"it won't hurt, you big baby."

"im not a baby!"

"prove it ,then."

mana and souya are literally the cutest. they work together to bring glam to souya's face. souya suggests some colors and mana tries to find it and when she cant, souya gently guides her toward it. they will laugh and giggle and have the most fun while their siblings on the other side are struggling to put on a bit of powder (it gets all over nahoya's face).

i have found another relationship to appreciate

these two big bros

i love love love to imagine how these two started to interact cuz theyre the older brothers in their family and toman. draken, chifuyu, baji, and kazutora all have the "only child syndrome", mikey is the middle child mess, we dont know anything about mucho's life and i think practically everyone ignores him and sanzu. so among the mess they found themselves in, these two created a tight bond no one ever expected.

their contrasting nature works: mitsuya with his polite way of talking, respects everyone unless they give him a reason not to, and generally is a friendly nice guy while smiley has a rough way with his language, disregards anyone who is not worth his time and once you peel back the layers is just as amiable as his twin. yet they share that responsibility of being the big brother, of taking care of their younger sibling/s. they get each other.

i imagine the day the kawata twins were introduced, nahoya and mitsuya locked eyes and nodded cuz they have that "older sibling" vibe to them that only the other one gets. they just went "i feel u, bro" and left mikey and draken to wonder wtf is going on.

they can also telepathically communicate!!! whenever one of them is having a rough time, the other acknowledges it and tries to destress them. nahoya catches mitsuya struggling to be strong and offers him a handkerchief, tells him its okay to cry it out. one day, mitsuya happens to stumble upon one of the kawata twins arguments and gently intervenes, explaining to souya that his brother just wants him to be safe and telling nahoya that he doesnt have to raise his voice and could also explain things in a soft voice because souya is not a three year old anymore.

i also would like to imagine these two eat together and just talk about the hilarious stuff their siblings have done or advice each other on how to get them to sleep quicker or what to give them for their birthdays.

"luna tricked mana into letting her cut her hair yesterday."

"seriously? man, shes got -"

"nahoya."

"confidence. shes got the confidence that every girl should have."

mitsuya sighs. "gods know what mom wouldve done to me if she saw half of mana's hair gone."

they just get along with each other and its a mystery to others. their bond became so close that they swore to take care of each others siblings in case something happens to them.

naturally, them being close also meant souya and luna and mana see each other very often. they get together every once in a while and although souya is older than luna and mana, the three of them are a pact and already have inside jokes. oh and hakkai's there too.

me: *tries to do the miroh dance*

also me: *hits myself in the eye*

im scared to watch the last epi of death note...

romantic or not, i really like the bond mitsuya and yuzuha have. something that really struck this thought was mitsuya saying how much he respects yuzuha for what she has done for hakkai. they are both the older siblings to their youngers ones, are protective and caring and loving, have to bear the responsibility of being a parent at a young age. they both know what it takes to be the shield for thier younger siblings. they both know how tiring it is, how much it hurts, how much one requires energy and the patience, how much they have to sacrifice themselves for the safety and happiness of their loved ones.

i really love that mitsuya recognizes the situation yuzuha is in because he himself has been in that same situation. its saying 'i know what youve been through, ive been there before, and youre so brave for being so strong. rest now, ill take care of things from here.' and yuzuha is so happy, so relieved, for being so appreciated because for so long it was kept a secret that she was the one taking taijus punches for hakkai. now theres someone who knows how exactly it feels like.

they both love their siblings and would do it all over again if it is to ensure their happiness and safety. but in the process theyre both starving themselves of their own happiness.

i relate to them so much it hurts.

A Conversation about the Sky (EreMika Fanfic)

Summary: Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head. He's here. He's here. He's here. He's really here. A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.

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Warning: Spoilers, Angst, Emotional hurt/comfort, Canonical Character death, References to Depression, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Making out.

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The back of a head is the first thing Mikasa sees after she opens her eyes and it takes her a moment before she can register that it is an unruly mess of brown hair on the head. It is too familiar, the shape of the head, the thin strands of the hair and how many times she has searched for this specific hair color in a sea of other colors. And she can just about imagine how it would look tied into a little ponytail as though it was a sixth sense in and of itself.

"Eren?"

She shouldn't say his name, because the figure in front of her could be anyone, but she does anyway.

The figure doesn't move an inch.

"Eren?"

His name rolling off of her tongue has always been a naturality on its own right but right now, it feels strange. As if she should have been calling his name all this time.

But didn't I?

Her arm lifts itself up, or maybe it is of her own accord, she doesn't know anything anymore, other than the fact that there is a sudden desire to touch this figure in front of her. To just have a feel of that hair, or cling onto those tattered-looking clothes, or even just a touch of the nape of his neck.

The figure is startled the moment her fingers come into contact with a little piece of his cloth, shoulders jerking up, and his body tenses up.

"Eren?" Mikasa's voice comes out as a whisper, but he nonetheless hears it. The way his ears perk up at the mention of his name remains the same, and she thinks it is as though he might get a command from someone any time now.

Please …

What? Please, what?

I don't know but please …

"Eren?" Her grip is on his arm now, too greedy for her own good but she must satisfy her hunger. She couldn't help it anymore, she has to see his face, so she twists him around and tries to locate those green as grass eyes of his until she realizes that she doesn't have to search. The pair of eyes are staring right down at her.

Mikasa is unable to open her mouth anymore so she leaves it be, her hands coming up to cover them and she can feel the slight tremble of her lips. Her thumb collects a tear that runs off on its own as a noise that sounds like a cry arose from somewhere. It isn't until later that she realizes it came from her own throat.

Those boyish facials she has spent her whole life looking after, taking care of the many scars and bruises it received due to his reckless habit of jumping face first into fights whether it concerned him or not, and the hair she remembers she based her own out of because it was the closest and only thing she could imagine that could guide the scissor in her hand, the mouth that cried out her name and it was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard.

Eren is here in flesh.

Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head.

He's here.

He's here.

He's here.

He's really here.

A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.

Mikasa is vaguely aware of her next movement: the wetness of her hands and cheeks is the first thing she notices but then she finds herself planting her hands all over his face, fingers crawling every nook and cranny, behind the ears, his scalp, under his jaw, half because she wants to make sure this isn't a cursed dream and half because there might be injuries hidden somewhere and she wants to be the one to treat it.

(To read more, go here.)