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[chris-elkar]

Of course. He could never get the right answer for Isabelle. Well, at least Chris had gotten used to being wrong. "I guess I just have different ways of dealing with my feelings. I like getting someone's help rather than trying to do it on my own." He shrugged, pushing off from where he'd been leaning against a wall. "I should head back to work before I get in trouble."

Belle rolled her eyes at him. Chris was stubborn at the wrong times, but he had a good heart in place of common sense. "It's not about sorting themselves out. It's about allowing your subconscious thoughts to come into your conscience mind. When you remove all barriers and concerns, your true feelings are released rather than suppressed. It's about realizing just where the problem lies and fixing it. And learning that silence can sometimes be golden when someone gets emotional."

[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[cheer-nympho]

Demon Eddie this, Demon Eddie that…take a minute to picture Demon STEVE

Theres so much fun to be had with that. Maybe that’s how he got to the top, favours and exchanges

People come to him with requests and they don’t know how, but he always gets it done.

And then they owe him.

It becomes a thing for him to jokingly go “you owe me!” With a big smile, but they literally do. And he always cashes in, but usually just for small things he wants in the moment. Like a spare cigarette or a drink at a party.

And hey! Maybe Eddie DOES try to summon demons…

And one night, after he’s playing dress up as a satanist, he finally manages to summon one successfully.

Not that he knows that, all he knows is that Steve Harrington is knocking on his door all of a sudden.

Stupid puffy hair and goofy grin staring at him while he leans in.

“You called?”

And Eddie looks towards the phone slowly and back to Steve. Because no, no he didn’t.

He’s too tired and high to even pretend to be polite, just shutting the door in his face before leaning against it with a deep sigh.

But when he opens his eyes, Steve is stood there. In his trailer. As if Eddie didn’t just block his only way in and- okay, yeah. His eyes are fucking red.

He probably shouldn’t have used that book.

[vividaway]

cats camouflaging themselves

[eremington]

It was still painful to think that someone else would be the one to step up other than Rei, because on some level it felt both like a personal failure and like he was giving up on his sons. After a moment of thought though, he took her hand in his. This was absolutely the wrong place to have this conversation, but it had come up.

"Daphne, would you consider working with me more? Not to take over the coven tomorrow - I don't plan on retiring until I'm at least 200 - but possibly taking on more responsibilities when you feel ready?" She was smart and already trying to develop magic even if she was slightly reckless with the way she did it. But then again the same thing could have been said about Elijah himself. She'd also handled it well when Elijah had brought her along as his backup to reinforce the wards.

"That's what I'm hoping." Daphne couldn't understand why, but in her heart she knew that he quest was hopeless. No matter what she was doing to do, she was not going to get a happily ever after this evening. "Don't say that. I'm sure there is some way. Family has a habit of knowing how best to hurt, but then when everything is falling apart at the seams, they somehow know just when you need them." The coven was something far more complex. She knew what the legacy meant to Elijah. It was his family name after all. "Even if your sons don't want the responsibility, the coven is like a family. Someone will follow your lead and do what needs to be done." She was certain that he had the wisdom to know whomever that person might be.

[eucanthos]

Maggie Hensel-Brown (Australia, 1990)

Zoom, 2021. Lace size est. 18 x 12 cm (no info). Needle lace techniques [approx 1h/sq cm]

https://www.maggiehenselbrown.com/zoom

[breadandthread]

My latest knitting project is a ludicrous idea - a large Shetland ring shawl in yarn so thin it's basically thread. I am aiming to knit this for my wedding which is possibly next year, and it almost certainly won't be finished by then. I will try to update here as I progress and face the consequences of my hubris. Top image is my progress so far on the edging of the first border. Bottom image is a completed project by Ravelry user Q-knitter.

Pattern: The Queen Ring Shawl by Sharon Miller (Heirloom Knitting)

Yarn: Jamieson & Smith, Shetland Supreme (100% pure Shetland wool)

Hazel

[itscolossal]

Victoria Rose Richards Surveys Land From Above in Atmospheric Embroidered Landscapes

[thedevilworksharder]

"If I haven't turned into the rabid dead, y'mean?" Devan counters with a chuckle, standing in front of the door, looking at it. He doesn't know what to expect in there, and while it doesn't show on his face, there's a hostile apprehension settling in his stomach; a 'brace for impact' sort of thing, but all mental.

Finally, Devan turns their gaze back to Wexley, giving him a playful grin. "I'll come find ya again, mandamás," he chuckles, turning the handle. "I'll try not t'bite." With that, he lets himself into the room he'd been lead into.

Brows lifting as the younger man closes the space between them, stepping into his sphere of personal space in such a way that it set the older man off balance just ever so slightly. There was no mistaking that this man knew what he spoke about, and his words weren't taken lightly at all, a grave nod indictating this as the pair stepped away from each other. Tobias adding grateful for the breath of fresh air to his appreciation to his personal bubble.

"Noted." Pulling open the door, Tobias waved Devan through, nodding his head with a relieved chuckle at the descriptor. "Not bad at all for a place to stay for a couple of days while we get you settled into one of the suites." Leading the man toward the door of Val's lab, he lifted a hand to give a knock.

"Remind me when you're out of quarantine to show you the Wexley Archives upstairs. I think you'd find a lot of fascinating reading there."

[heartnosekid]

🌓 mimikyu 🪡

with no people or hands for anon!

🪡-🌓-�� / 🌓-🪡-🌓 / 🪡-🌓-🪡

[reedilla]

Finally finished the other pocket of my denim jacket! The parrot flower came from an illustration from a book from 1871 called “Nonsense Botany” that served as a whimsical embroidery idea book for children and adults.

[ask-hws-america]

Uhhhhhhh

How 'bout Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood!

I'm done with my monthly Evangelion rewatch, what should I do now

[imp-and-skizz-but-everywhere]

To kick off summer, Imp and Skizz are throwing a beach party!

They're setting up refreshments while they wait for everyone!

[melancholicmoonlight]

In the dark afternoon, two horses guided by lanterns trudge off down a snow whipped path, up to a shabby cabin off in the distance. Ice nips at their noses, and in the distance, the sound of howling wolves echoes throughout the mountains.

Jameson tugs his scarf up to cover his face, glancing over at Reid. “Do we have enough firewood for the night?”

[dailydoseoflogic]

[Just as he had finished, he had turned around to see Soundwave there, waiting. Perhaps he had been a little too meandering in his thoughts.] [He passed Soundwave and stepped into the elevator, gave it time to follow him in, and before they both knew it, the laboratory was closed behind them.] [He transformed shortly after stepping out, not just preparing to take off, but testing himself for any further problems. Thankfully, he felt none of the pain he was previously subjected to.]

[He gestured outwards with his cannon towards the way out of the city.]

Please, lead the way.

@dailydoseoflogic

[Shockwave was not the only one who remembered the reformat. This memory was far crisper, more than likely spurred on by its emotional importance and the situation Soundwave found itself in. Shockwave leaning over it working quickly with a practiced servo while the grief of losing all but Laserbeak sat heavy on its processor.]

[It knew that this moment was different, and the hard stop it had placed on its emotional processing was doing most of the work from keeping it go nearly catatonic like it had been eons ago. Still, a heavy feeling was able to bleed through, code popping up in places it shouldn't. Primus it was going to have the worst helmache when it woke out of recharge.]

[All Soundwave could do was watch and try to distract itself. It focused on Shockwave's digits as they ran through its sensory net, finding the small modules to turn them off. Every movement it could feel sent a chill up its spinal strut. Those wires were not usually touched, and it took all the willpower in its frame to not melt against him.]

[When it noticed that small action, Soundwave immediately found it to be strange. It was not supposed to be deriving comfort from this. Yet, as soon as the sensation was there, it was gone when Shockwave turned off the localized sensory input.]

[Instead, it would look to his optic. Again, it was devoid of indicators, except maybe the slight backwards tilt of his finials, and still he exuded concentration. Soundwave found itself studying him- it's not like Shockwave would be able to tell anyway. It wasn't giving him one of its patent death glares, and its visor was firmly covering whatever remained of its face. It was intrigued by the way his finials would move ever so slightly as he worked, by the near imperceptible refocusing of his optic, the plating that framed careful lines along his helm.]

[Then, there it was. A pause. Not only in the scientist's hand, but overall. For a moment, Soundwave feared something was completely amiss, but then suddenly it felt those digits leaving the sensory input that had been off mere seconds ago. Moments later the plating had been replaced and Shockwave was speaking. It would have to file that away for further analysis...]

[It was in the process of sitting up, when Shockwave uttered "mutually occupy the one available." Soundwave could not help the startled jerk its helm gave to stare at its companion. Leave it to Shockwave to find the least, yet most, awkward way to approach an awkward situation.]

[Soundwave held up a servo, attempting to indicate that it was thinking.]

[The process felt smooth, easy. Primus, it really needed that tune up. The thought tree splintered off in many different probabilities and outcomes. It clipped the most absurd ones first, especially the ones that related to intimate physical contact. It had no need, nor desire, and it highly doubted Shockwave would either. It clipped together a (short) list of terms and compiled them into a readout on its visor. It knew for a fact that it would not have the words recorded for this. In a fluid motion the mech stood and faced Shockwave, visor once again lit up.]

Mutual Occupation Terms:

1. Shockwave and Soundwave will stay on their own sides on the berth.

2. Physical contact will be avoided as best it can be.

3. Shockwave will not attempt to wake Soundwave out of its defragmentation cycle unless it is a matter of life or death.

Acceptable?