#(I've had these on my mind for awhile)

[reksink]

Beloved Residents of Dirtmouth (And Quirrel 👍)

[miimeeks]

two sillies.

[imdoingjustgr8]

exe in tmosth stuff in varying degrees of quality

his role is the big chao band's director, and yes he's borrowing sonic's symphony suit 🫶

i swear i'll get to the doodle stuff during school break

[pagetbewbster]

Criminal Minds 7x24 • If Morgan & Prentiss actually hooked up after JJ’s wedding

[salthien]

and tattoo #2, on the inside front of my bicep (photo angle was awkward). i. yknow. part of me feels like i have to justify myself here, explain my reasoning, but i don't think i do, actually.

[weirdlybeans]

CM x Halloween x Dead By Daylight crossover

[fallingsatellive]

If I say "I'm taking a break until I have my PC back" but then you see me posting, it's not that I failed, it's just that I lied

[askthecmcs]

oh also coming someday soon probably this month or next month, me voicing over/comic dubbing everything from this blog 😏

[kiealer]

thinkin' about.... an AU where enlil brought nasuen & gali with him to earth when he escaped the planet....... and how frankly that would shake up a lot..........

[leohtttbriar]

jake sisko is stronger than i am because if my dad chose to be a space-martyr-god in order to hear divine cosmic truth at the sacrifice of his own health and life and leaving-me-behind, i would probably never really forgive him. i'd hold on to that shit forever.

[chickenmcnuggies]

so turns out giant war wargs are pretty dangerous. a pack of ten just wiped out my fort of 100 :(

I had quite a bit off issue with ones that spawned in my caverns (groups of 1-3), them being able to take down several dwarves/monster slayers. though i could always take them out with my military.

extremely unfortunate about ending up with 10 of them in a single pack though, they're only supposed to spawn in groups of less than 4. I can try looking at their size/stats later thought, to try and make them a little less bullshit.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

the grimm werewolf and his wife, uh. someone and rosalind: office au?

He’d be lying if he said this, here, wasn’t his favorite part of a work day. She smiled at him over a cup of coffee, her laughter warming him as much as the drink, and he marveled at how incredibly lucky he was. It only lasted a few minutes; they had to clock in, after all, and face the endless streams of paperwork and phone calls. But he wouldn’t trade those few minutes for all the world. This was, he had to admit, a vast improvement over his last job. 

As they made their way to the time clock she paused, resting a hand against his shoulder, and excused herself with a murmured ladies’ room. 

It was only after she disappeared that Wu cleared his throat, stepping out of the shadows. The man was typically something of an office clown, causing the kind of shenanigans that made everyone forget he was actually kind of brilliant, but just at the moment, he looked impossibly serious. 

“Hey, man. Everything okay?”

Wu sighed. “Look, I get it, okay? But you’ve got to let her go.”

Monroe bristled. He’d actually liked the guy, but to have the nerve to say something like that? “Excuse me?”

“I know you’re new, but you have to know that she’s married. And whatever excuses you’re making right now, I promise you it isn’t worth it. You’re just going to end up with a broken heart, and it’s going to make work all kinds of awkward, so just… Don’t.” 

Offense gave way to bafflement, a slow sort of understanding dawning at the back of his mind. Did he mean-? Surely not. But then, it wasn’t like Monroe and Rosalee had exactly announced it to everyone. But it seemed pretty obvious, didn’t it? “Yeah, I think you’ve got the wrong idea here. Ros-” 

Wu cut him off. “I’m not blind, you know? But she’s married, and-” He paused, glancing at Monroe’s left hand. “It looks like you are, too. The only thing I don’t know is whether or not you guys are already involved.”

The words came out before Monroe could think them through, quick and stunned. “Well, of course we are, but-”

“I don’t want to hear it, okay? Just-” Wu held up a hand. “Walk away, for all our sakes. You’re a better guy than this.” Then, before Monroe could string together a reply, he walked away.

The reality of what just happened was starting to hit him in full force, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. Great; that would have been really easy to handle, and instead, he made it way, way worse. Now all he had to do was… Make sure that Rosalee never ever found out about it.

-

Five hours later, he and Rosalee were on lunch break, chatting about their day so far over sandwiches, when Nick strode into the break room, grinning ear to ear. Even before he said a word, Monroe’s stomach sank; somehow, he just knew. 

“Hey, Rosalee,” Nick drawled, eyes dancing, “Have you heard the latest office drama?”

Rosalee smiled and shook her head, that indulgent look that she often gave Nick when he shifted into full annoying little brother mode. “Nick, you know I don’t listen to that stuff.” 

“Oh, I think you’re going to want to hear this.” He glanced at Monroe, and his grin somehow widened at Monroe’s sharp look. Taking another step, lowering his voice dramatically, he told Rosalee, “Apparently, you’re having an affair.” 

Rosalee scowled. “What? With who?”

“The new guy, of course.” He nodded to Monroe. “Apparently Wu confronted him about it this morning, and he practically confirmed it.”

Okay, so we’re just throwing me completely under the bus, huh? Sometimes, it was hard to remember that Nick was Monroe’s friend before he was Rosalee’s. Since meeting, the two had become like siblings, and while Nick was friends with both her and Monroe, they definitely had a unique bond. 

Rosalee went completely still, a thousand expressions crossing her face, before she asked, voice a calm that was clearly forced, “What?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Monroe protested, for all the good it would do. “I was just completely confused. At first, I didn’t even know what he was asking!”

Nick didn’t even dignify that with a reply, just dissolved into laughter, as Rosalee hid her face in her hands. 

“This isn’t funny,” she forced out, though her voice was a little too high, and she was clearly on the verge of laughter herself. “Are you telling me that the whole office thinks I’m having an affair with my husband?” On the last word, her voice cracked, and she gave into breathless giggles, as Monroe sat there desperately wishing he could just sink into the floor.

“Yep!”

“Did you at least tell them-”

“Nope!”

“Nick-”

“I didn’t want to spoil the fun.”

Fun. Right. Monroe was never going to live this down.

-

Rosalee worked fast, Monroe had to admit; by five pm, the whole office seemed to know the truth (in spite of Nick’s desperate pleas for them to just let the gag play itself out a little longer). This was both a great relief, and more than a little mortifying. 

Still, as they clocked out, and Rosalee slid her hand into his, Monroe couldn’t help but smile. All in all, he really liked this job.

[harmonybarmy]

decided to not let the bullshit get me down 😤 🖕🏻

[madlori]

My ankle journey

I am sharing this with all you good people on the dash because I am so fucking mad it took so long for me to learn it and if I can spare one (1) person the agony it will be worth it.

So for like...oh, 8 or 9 months, I've been struggling with pain/inflammation/tendinitis in my left Achilles tendon. I don't know what caused it. It just started up (welcome to middle age, this shit happens). It wasn't severe enough to be debilitating, but it was annoying and limiting. It was also intermittent, in that some days it would be very painful and other days hardly at all. The kind of shoe I was wearing affected it a lot.

Now, I have bone spurs on both heels (it's just a thing that happens as you get older sometimes). I'm also aware that heel pain is usually the result of tight calf muscles that pull and irritate the tendon. I tried stretching that calf muscle. You know the stretch, this bitch right here:

I did it all the time. I also iced the ankle after walking for awhile, hoping to avoid inflammation. Results were...unsatisfying.

I went to:

A chiropractor

A podiatrist

A physical therapist

A bodywork coach

They all gave me some variation on the "strengthen your calf muscle, stretch your calf muscle" advice. I continued doing this without results.

I was getting frustrated, and a little afraid that this was just my life now. Finally, I thought...maybe some targeted massage might help. I asked for rec on a local FB site and was pointed to a woman who specializes in therapeutic massage including cupping, etc.

I went to her a week ago.

She spent over half our first session working on my left lower leg. Within about 10 minutes of making my eyes water, she uttered the sentence I did not know I had been waiting to hear:

"Oh, it's your soleus."

Excuse me, what?

"It's your soleus that's the culprit. It's all tied up and stiff." She started digging into it and I felt literal sparks run up my leg as she released adhesions and got the muscle moving a little. When she finally put the leg down, it felt like it was on fire with all the blood rushing into it.

She said, "You'll need to stretch your soleus. It'll clear up, but it'll take a bit of time - tendons take ages to heal."

But I HAVE been stretching.

"No, you haven't. The usual straight-leg calf stretch only stretches the gastrocnemius, that's the big belly muscle in your calf. That's not your problem. That stretch doesn't stretch the soleus. Don't worry, I'll show you how to stretch it."

My mind is spinning.

So here are the muscles in question:

The gastroc (as the pros call it) just attaches down the back but the soleus runs underneath it from the knee around the side to the heel. The lower part above the ankle is where it typically gets tight and forms adhesions.

To stretch it, you do the same calf thing where you put your foot back and press your heel to the ground, but you have to do it with your KNEE BENT:

The bent knee keeps the gastroc from engaging. It's one of those selfish muscles (like traps) - if you give it an inch, it'll just take over and prevent other muscles from working or stretching. There are other ways to stretch the soleus but this is the easiest and you can literally do it anywhere. I've been doing it while standing and waiting for things (the elevator to come, the toast to toast). You just put the heel back and bend the knee. It's kind of like curtseying.

The minute I did this stretch, I could FEEL where it was pulling on my tendon. I knew that THIS had been the problem.

The massage therapist also told me to stop icing my heel. She said icing is for an acute injury, but a more chronic aggravation needs heat, to increase blood flow for healing. She recommended elevation with heat every day (I've been doing it in bed during "phone before bed" time).

I have been doing the soleus stretch at least half a dozen times a day for almost a week, and the ankle is at least 70% better. It is still a little tight and tender, but the improvement is significant. I think a few more weeks will have it feeling normal.

I am...blown away by this. This massage therapist was able to pinpoint an issue in only a few minutes that eluded all the other professionals I saw. I can't wait to go back to her and have her solve all my other problems, tbh.

[connorsui]

Sylus x reader - imagine

"A Month Without You"

You lay beside him, tracing the veins on his arm, feeling the gentle pulse beneath your finger tips as you hit his wrist.

"One ...two... three," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sylus shifted sliently, his red eyes watching you with mild curiosity. "What are you doing?" He asked, voice deep and smooth, like a dark melody.

"Shh! Stay still," you replied. Barely glancing up at him. "One...Two...three" you traced further down his arm, eyes focused on the way the veins looked under your touch.

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Sweetheart," He began, amusement dancing in his voice. "When you said you wanted to spend time with me, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

You smirked but didn't stop tracing. "Oh, calling you to come to bed with me half naked with the blinds closed and the room dark and Netflix being on the tv is supposed to say something?"

Sylus laughed, the sound low and rich, causing a flutter in your chest. "Cmon, don't do this to me... you know I've been gone too long. Being without you has caused me to lose myself every night"

You bluffed. Rolling your eyes playfully. "I doubt it. I bet you liked being without me for awhile---some alone time to yourself, hmm?"

He sighted dramatically, catching your hand and holding it still. "Every night ..when I was stuck inside that colorless room filled with nothing but luxury, chandeliers and a colder bed …I swore to myself ..is this what hell feels like?"

You let out a soft laugh, leaning in closer to your head against his chest. "Yeah, well..." You murmured, your voice softening. "I'm glad you're back, I missed you after all"

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him until you were pressed firmly against his chest. "Being without you for a month is something I do not want to do again" l. His voice was quiet now, a rare softness in his tone as he pulled you fully to him. His hands resting on your back. "But I'll admit," he continued. "Those videos you sent me late at night? They were the highlight of my day"

Your face flushed at the countless memories; you lifted your head to look at him in disbelief. "Don't tell me you saved those!?"

His smirk widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Don't worry darling ..I didn't" he teased, his fingers brushing along your back in lazy circles. "But I couldn't help myself ...I watched them over and over again. Just to imagine you losing yourself to my fingers instead"

"Sylus!" You gasped. Your face heating up even more. Before you could protest, he pulled you on top of him, your legs straddling his waist. His grin only deepened as he gazed upon you, his hands resting firmly on your hips.

"Now," he said. Voice dripping to a low, dark whisper. "I want to recreate every last video you sent me." He reached up, his fingers brushing lightly against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "So, first thing first, can you turn around for me?"

[xstarlightsupremex]

There is so much about Rhysand's character that doesn't make sense tbh. Especially when it comes to his overwhelming power/authority in Pythian.

Rhysand is constantly framed as the character who does bad things for the right reasons. But what are the right reasons? Like you said, Rhysand wore a mask to protect only Velaris for centuries, but considering how Velaris was a well-kept secret from the start...what was the point?

Was it really all just to protect Velaris? Or to maintain an image of strength by projecting fear to other courts?

The book often mentions how Rhysand is seen as a threat by other High Lords. But in the books, we don't see much evidence of it. At the High Lords meeting, almost everyone (minus a few) seems to be on good terms with him despite everything. Kallius and Tarquin hold contempt for Rhysand based on his past (fair). Rhysand and Tamlin have a complicated history, and Beron is just hateful towards everyone.

So this ongoing narrative of how targeted Rhysand is for his power and influence has no backing in the story at all. It's his actions and past behaviour that have created most of his "enemies." And if Rhysand really was the most powerful High Lord seen in centuries...then his presence alone would afford him enough protection, and he wouldn't need to resort to wearing masks or other kinds of awful behaviour to ward away harm.

And there is that bit too. Rhysand is labeled the "most powerful highlord", as SJM likes to remind us every few pages. But when it really matters, he doesn't step up or stand out from the rest. Like you mentioned, if he was really as powerful as SJM tries to make us believe, then he should be able to defend his court with ease. But he falls short every time.

At the end of the second book, the "most powerful highlord in history" (along with his "powerful court") is easily overpowered by a few soldiers, Hybern, and human queens. They suffered heavy injuries and lost Feyre.

During the war, the 'most powerful highlord in history" doesn't volunteer to winnow multiple armies by himself and needs the combined strength of Feyre and Cressida to glamour said armies.

On the battlefield, the "most powerful highlord in history" doesn't take on the brunt force of the army on his own. He doesn't stand out from any other High Lord in terms of power or presence. We saw nothing new, or profound from him.

So what is the point of continuously labelling him as this overly strong individual if he isn't when it truly matters.

To make his character more interesting, he needs to face defeat and true consequences for his actions. It's a weakness not only in her writing but in his character to always come out on top, when he doesn't really deserve it. If SJM wrote that after the events in ACOMAF, Rhysand stops seeing himself as "the most powerful" and for once in his life has doubts. This would motivate him to either a) learn to trust and lean into others, rather than taking everything on his own, or b) regress and take even more risks + manipulate + lie leading to conflict internally and externally.

But instead, despite the losses, Rhysand remains as triumphant as ever. He still carries on as if he is the most powerful and strongest male in prythian. The resulting losses from Hypern does not leave him shaken or prompt any character growth. This is boring. This is also predictable.

Rhysand is by far the most stagnant character in this series, and the Rhysand that walked on page in Book one would undoubtedly remain the exact same Rhysand we see in the final chapters of the series.

S/N: I find it SO hypocritical for Rhysand to act as if he is the only one who can wear a mask, and play the villain for "the right reasons." Eris does the same thing, and he faces so much judgement from Rhysand/Night court? I'm not saying Eris is innocent and hasn't made mistakes...but Rhysand is in the exact same boat lol. Literally pot meet kettle.

Don't even get me started on Cassian's little "you could be good if you tried" speech. The IC constant holier-than-thou charade gets more annoying day by day.

If you think about it, Rhysand wearing a mask to protect only Velaris doesn't even make sense. While UTM, sure, but everybody thinks so badly of the Night Court that it must have been going on for way beyond that. What was the point of that??? The other courts lived in perfect harmony with each other. Rhysand supposedly possesses far more power than the other High Lords anyway, so he would be able to protect his court from invasion quite easily. There's no need to separate the CoN and Illyria from Velaris if you just properly enforce laws. And if you think about it, guys like Tamlin (and Tarquin) who believe in the freedom of all, would 100% help him get rid of all the oppression and misogyny that occurs in the Night Court. The cut wing problem could be resolved through Nuan, a brilliant technician who made herself a metal arm and a certain redhead a metal eye. What do Tamlin and Nuan have in common? Yes, Lucien. He could've solved all of the Night Court problems in one swipe. With Eris, he often has to wear a mask to survive an abusive tyrant. Rhysand though? He IS the abusive tyrant. There's no mask, it's just who he is. I think SJM tried to recreate Hades not just in a romantic trope but as a character. He rules over the dead and he's shit on by Zeus and Poseidon. So the Night Court is supposed to represent...the underworld? And Velaris is supposed to represent Elysium while the CoN is supposed to represent the Fields of Punishment. Which is really disturbing when you think about how many innocent people must be stuck in the CoN. So Sjm failed to create Hades vibes because people are sorted out fairly in the Underworld based on their misdeeds. Also, Hades didn't pretend to be a super nice guy lol. I mean there's many problems with the Hades-Persephone trope too but I actually think that their relationship is healthier than feysand's at this point.