#(myself including! including myself in that!)

[gazafreee]

The ongoing conflict in Gaza has had a devastating impact on civilians, with the United Nations reporting that nearly 70 percent of the deaths are women and children. This alarming statistic highlights the severe humanitarian crisis affecting families in the region. The widespread destruction and loss of life have drawn international concern, as innocent people continue to suffer amid the escalating violence. As a woman without an income, I struggle to provide food and clothing for myself and my family. I urge those who can help to donate and support those in need during this difficult time.

The situation in Gaza is particularly tragic due to several key factors:

1. High Civilian Casualties – A significant portion of the victims are non-combatants, including children and the elderly.

2. Vulnerable Populations – Women and children are disproportionately affected, with little means to escape the violence.

3. Humanitarian Crisis – Limited access to food, water, and medical care worsens the suffering of survivors.

4. Generational Impact – The psychological and social consequences of war will affect generations to come.

As the conflict persists, calls for an immediate ceasefire and increased humanitarian aid grow louder. Organizations around the world are urging world leaders to take action to prevent further loss of innocent lives. But beyond political solutions, the people of Gaza urgently need direct support. Without income, I struggle to access basic necessities.

I ask for help from anyone who can donate food, clothing, or any form of assistance to help us survive this crisis.

Donate now Here

[frostfires-blog]

While everyone—myself included—is raving about the frog scene... I absolutely adored the door scene at the end...

She sees him for him and that's why I love them so much. I loved the introspection we got from Maomao about her not understanding and picking up on other people's emotions well... But in this moment, she said what he needed to hear most... And then, in true JinMao fashion, this serious and impactful moment of sincerity was interrupted by tomfoolery...

You guys don't understand how much I love the duality of JinMao... They have such a complex and nuanced dynamic—but at the same time, they're so silly...

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This is off topic but the switch direct featured a game called Disney villains cursed café, and it got me thinking, what if Yuu ran a café in twst

I saw the trailer myself and instantly thought of Twst! 😭

Maybe Yuu wouldn’t be able to have their own café (lack of capital for startup), but they could be the Mostro Lounge’s barista or something? They have what appears to be a bar-like area:

It could be considered a part-time job to supplement the monthly allowance Crowley gives Yuu! It’d also be a good way for them to spread the Magic of Friendship and interact with the student body way more than what is shown in the main story.

If that part-time job goes well and Yuu enjoys it, maybe it could be a viable career path for them once they graduate NRC (assuming they don't find a way back to their world)? With a degree from a prestigious arcane academy + connections built by then, Yuu could surely net some financial backers and set up shop in Foothill Town (or even on NRC campus!). They could even have drinks and sweets themed after the dorms of inspired by their classmates. Since a lot of the expendable items in Twst gameplay are edible, it would also be so cool if Yuu recreated them for their business. Friendship Popcorn, Leaping Macarons, Rich Card Cookies, Limelight Waffles, Lucky Cupcakes, Starshards, Friendship Tea, Secret Snacks, breads drizzled with Blooming Honey, etc. It sounds like the beginning of a cozy fantasy novel www

In Disney Villains Cursed Café because I want to talk about how silly it is, you play the part of a "potionista" and serve magical brews to various Disney villains in a modern setting. Your choices will influence the villains' ambitions and result in different things happening in their storylines! Some stories teased include:

Gaston attempting to impress his golfing buddies

Hook wanting to be the star of a community theater production

Maleficent seeking to dominate on social media

Ursula becoming a reality TV sensation

The art style is very stylish, and I'm always a sucker for games involving food and fairy tale motifs 🤡

Some customers you'll meet include Ursula, Gaston, Jafar, Captain Hook. Cruelle De Vil, and Maleficent (in casual wear!). asdbasoydasd The Mistress of Evil using her staff as a selfie stick in the promo art makes me laugh a little ��� Gaston looking preppy and athletic is also super fitting, but Jafar looks so different in a hat and suit that I had to do a double-take when I first saw him.

If you pay close attention, you'll also find Easter eggs in the decor and background! For example, Flotsam and Jetsam are in a glass container on the left of your counter, and the Magic Mirror seems to be mounted on the right. You'll find customers seated at tables and enjoying their drinks (JAFAR WHY ARE YOU HUNCHED OVER LIKE THAT... I also spot what seems to be the Evil Queen in one screenshot?)

Yzma also makes an appearance; apparently, she helps you with ingredients upgrades to make even more powerful potions.

THIS IS SO SILLY... My brain is just superimposing the NRC boys in these scenarios and that magnifies the silliness 😭

Ursula's "I went to the beach today and NO ONE wanted to make a deal with me" gives Azul being dramatic on an NRC school beach trip energy OTL Maleficent wanting to be a social media influencer is so ironic given that Malleus doesn't know how tf to use technology and regularly breaks phones... Vargas going on a golfing trip... Crewel wanting a hot brew to take the edge off of dealing with unruly pups all day... TWEELS CRAMMED INTO A JAR FOR THE AESTHETIC... Paparazzi trying to sneak a photo of Vil at a café... Jamil being a chuuni by declaring his drink teleports him to a powerful lamp, only to reappear a yard away under a ceiling fixture lamp... This just SCREAMS of the NRC students/staff terrorizing a local business/j Not me hoping that fan artists do crossover art/art inspired by interactions in this game...

[thimblings]

c'mon ashley it's not even grammatically correct (planning a fic mentally and working out dialogue for a scene and then suddenly Viago says "y'all's" because i'm southern and despite my best efforts some phrases are ingrained in me and honestly i would like to personally apologize to him for it)

[alllgator-blood]

@bialejaja

SCRAMBLED to color this today because I literally did the lines like a week ago and gave up only because my power kept going out. It started as one drawing, and I kept adding to it because more space needed to get filled and the designs were simple enough, so now there's ALL THESE GUYS.

Now I'm going to do an epic Top Three List of why I love your kallamar. Let's fucking gooo

The silhouette is CRAZY and the outfit is PEAK. I don't know how exactly you think of your shapes but you draw your bishops so incredibly Shaped and it itches my brain in the best way, heket is my second favorite from you because she's SO SQUARE. Also anybody who incorporates plague doctor vibes or just general Medical Themes into their kallamar designs is my hero tbh

Big fan of the scar tissue you include on his design, I myself have a lot of noticeable scars that I can't always cover, so it's incredibly based seeing a kallamar design that keeps his scar tissue from his purged form?? It makes me feel less icky about myself cause this guy is so fucking slay, not sure if that was your intention or if anybody's ever told you that but there it is :')

I LOVE LOVE LOVE when you draw him playing guitar. For some reason I can vividly imagine this mf being invited to a bonfire to play some basic chord ass songs, and then flexing on everybody with his classical guitar skills + heavenly nylon strings + masterful finger work. I'm not sure what you have him play, but as a guitar player that's my reaction to seeing him :')

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: Let’s hype you up

Hello and welcome to this reading! Here I will try and hype you up. I hope you enjoy this reading!

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IMPORTANT NOTE: I made this pick a card in hopes of helping people get through the day. I'm currently in a very bad situation I do not wish to specify. I made these readings in hopes of helping myself as well. Whatever you are going through you can do it, and I believe in you.

Pile 1:

Listen up. You are not just good, you are an exceptional person. You have worked too hard and have pushed yourself too much and have come way too far to start doubting yourself. You have the capabilities; the skills, the mindset, and the motivation to make it all happen. Whatever you’re facing today, I promise you you are more than capable of handling it all. There is nothing out there big and strong enough to hold you down, absolutely nothiny. So hold you head high, take a deep breath and stand strong, act like whatever room you’re walking into is owned by you. Because guess what? You do.

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Pile 2:

You need to understand that you are an absolute powerhouse. Every time you’ve been knocked down you’ve gotten back up again. Every time you doubted yourself you’ve proved yourself wrong. Today isn’t going to be any different. Whatever challenge is in front of you you already have all it takes to conquer it. Look at everything you have achieved so far. This is just another step on your journey that you’re going to nail and nothing else. Trust yourself, own your space and be the unstoppable force that you are. Show everyone including yourself how amazing and awesome you are; and keep going until everyone believes you.

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Pile 3:

Please take a second to remind yourself of who you are. You are someone who is kind, compassionate, understanding, strong and intelligent. You have overcome and experienced things many people wouldn’t have been able to survive, yet here you are, standing tall and ready to take on whatever comes next even if it might not feel that way. Today is another chance for you to show the world what you’re made of. So don’t hold back, don’t second-guess yourself. Be there with confidence, show off your true personality no matter how loud or ‘bothersome’ it might be for others. You’re meant to be here and you’re meant to thrive while at it.

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[sapient-marshmallow-princess]

actually, they are.

women's bodies are made to live. usually including walking, eating, sleeping, and other such things the biologicals do.

oh shit I think I just outed myself as a non-biological lifeform oh shit oh fuck what will the council think of me after this

women’s bodies weren’t “made” to do anything, nature didn’t “intend” anything, no human action is “unnatural” and there is no inherent “purpose” to a human life

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

With time

Summary: Owning a flower shop across the cemetery leaves you to meet a wide variety of people. Including Joel Miller.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3.9k

Rating: T

Warnings: no outbreak AU, kind of a flower shop AU?, Sarah dies :( , strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of car accidents and injuries, angst, grief, mentions of attempted suicide, healing, fluff, a little bit of oblivious idiots, time jumps, mentions of pregnancy, just really fluffy at the end

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Full Masterlist // Joel Miller Masterlist

You had read about it in a newspaper. 

A terrible car accident. A drunk driver hit a car, a father and daughter driving home after a soccer game her team had won. The father had been in a coma for three days, having to learn that his daughter had sadly not survived the accident after he finally woke up. 

Sarah Miller. 

A thirteen year old girl. 

Dead because of a reckless drunk driver. 

You remembered her and her father, how could you not? 

Sarah used to ask you a million questions about every single flower and you always answered each and every one of them, loving the way her eye lit up every time she learned something new.

They visited your store occasionally, buying the brightest flowers for her Grandma who had passed away a couple years before. She had told you that her Grandma loved sunflowers before proceeding to beg her father to buy the biggest arrangement of sunflowers for her grandma’s birthday the last time they had been here. 

You remembered the way her father had sighed seemingly annoyed, yet fighting against a smile before he had looked at you and asked you how much all the sunflowers would be. 

You remembered thinking how handsome that man was. How happy, how… warm it felt when he looked at you, his brown eyes so full of life.

He somehow always seemed to be already looking at you before you could look at him and for a while you even thought maybe, maybe you should ask him out. 

The man sitting in front of you in a wheelchair now was a much different version of the happy man you had met back then. 

He looked broken. 

Dark circles under his eyes, almost healed scratches littering the left side of his head. The man next to him, his brother Tommy was talking. Looking equally as exhausted but the look he gave his brother, Joel you learned, every now and then was downright devastating. As if he was waiting for his brother to shatter into a million pieces right in front of his eyes. 

You knew they had waited as long as they could to arrange the funeral so Joel could be there. The funeral home had contacted you a week ago, explaining the situation and ordered flowers and arrangements. 

The funeral would be tomorrow and the amount of flowers that had been ordered for the sad occasion was overwhelming even for you. 

A sea of purple, pink and blue flowers had been delivered this morning and you and your employees would spend all day binding the flowers so they’d be ready tomorrow. 

For Sarah. 

A little girl taken way too soon from this world. 

„We just wanted to check…“ Tommy Miller said again, gazing down at his brother whose eyes were fixed on something behind you. 

„Everything will be ready for tomorrow. I’ll take care of everything myself,“ you said gently and saw him swallow, before he nodded. 

„Joel?“ He asked and the man blinked once before he looked up at him. 

„Anything you wanna add?“ He only shook his head, before he looked away again and Tommy closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. His eyes were watery when he opened them again. 

„Thank you,“ he whispered as he stepped behind the wheelchair and began to turn it. 

„I am so sorry for your loss,“ you said quietly and for the first time Joel looked at you. 

The amount of pain in his eyes made it hard for you to breathe as he looked at you, before his eyes glanced again at something behind your head before his brother led him out of the shop. 

When you turned around you noticed the big vase of sunflowers behind you. 

The shop was busy. Strangely busy. 

It was a normal Friday afternoon, at least you thought so. No special holidays were coming up, yet the people kept flooding into your little store. 

Sure, the location of your shop right across the cemetery guaranteed business for you. It was one of the reasons you had invested in it almost six years ago. But lately, with the start of your social media page (well, your niece Ellie started the page for you) people from all over town came to buy your flowers. You even had orders for a hand full of weddings later this year. 

Business was good. So good that you were thinking about expanding and maybe adding a greenhouse to start growing some of your own flowers instead of ordering everything from the various flower markets you were working with. 

You were in the back, working on your order for the next couple of weeks when Kat, one of the girls working in the front asked you if we had any purple flowers in the back. You nodded, knowing you saw some purple hyacinths earlier, telling her you’d look and bring them to the front when you found them. 

And there in one of the back corners they were, beautiful purple hyacinths you had ordered the week before. 

Ever since that rainy day that October you found yourself adding an order of purple flowers to your orders. 

Never in your life had you seen a sea of so much purple flowers at a funeral. Not only from your shop but delivered from all across town, paying respect to a little girl called Sarah, taken too soon from her life. 

You had lingered in the far back during the funeral, hiding under a big umbrella, finding yourself unable to just walk away. There was so much grief and sorrow in the air. The rain hadn’t stopped all day. As if some higher power was crying too. 

Yet in the moment where you saw the wheelchair that had a grieving father sitting in it being pushed towards the grave, stopping so he could say goodbye to his little girl for one last time the sun had come out, a rainbow forming within minutes. You heard the sob all the way to where you were standing, tears springing into your eyes before you decided it was time to leave. 

You found yourself drawn to her grave since that day. 

And one day, after noticing that Sarah Miller never had gotten new flowers after the ones of her funeral had withered, you started bringing her flowers. Every other week. 

Occasionally Tommy Miller, her uncle, came in to buy some daisies. You would clean them from the grave once they too had withered, replacing them with a fresh batch of seasonal purple flowers. 

It must have been her favourite colour form the amount of flowers at her funeral.

But months after the funeral Tommy had stopped coming too. You hadn’t seen him since. 

And you hadn’t seen her father Joel in the four years since he left your shop the day before the funeral, broken and grieving. 

You were sure he had his reasons, finding yourself responsible somehow to spend some time with the girl until her family was ready to visit her. 

You were quite surprised to find Joel lingering at the counter of your shop when you brought out the hyacinths. Telling Kat that you would take care of this she nodded, already walking towards a new customer who needed some help. 

„Mr. Miller,“ you said softly and he turned around, looking at you, surprised. 

„Joel, please,“ he said with a tight lipped smile. 

He looked…. Older. Deep lines around his eyes, his unkempt facial hair had some greys. 

He looked like the weight of the world rested on his shoulder. Which did not mean he wasn’t attractive anymore. The opposite really. 

„Joel,“ you said gently, „You wanted some purple flowers?“ you asked and he nodded. 

„Yeah. Uh…. I want a small bouquet of flowers. Purple, pink maybe blue?“ He asked, seeming nervous. 

You gave him a small smile. 

„Of course. You want to chose the flowers or should I? Apart from these of course. I do not have any other purples left i am afraid,“ you gestured to the hyacinths you had laid down on the counter. 

„You, please Ma’m,“ he said and you nodded. Taking deep breath when you turned away from him you drifted through your shop, reaching for some gerberas and snapdragons and some greens to fill out the bouquet before you made your way back to the counter. 

He was still leaning against the counter when you got back, looking at the hyacinths. Slowly you began to arrange the flowers, all under the watchful eyes of him. 

„I never thanked you for all the flowers. For the work you did with them at,“ he cleared his throat, „at the funeral,“ he said quietly. 

You finished binding the flowers before you looked up at him. 

„She deserved to have the best of the best that day. She was a special girl,“ you said as you looked at him and he nodded, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. When his eyes opened you could see just how hard this was for him. 

His life had changed in a matter of seconds and he was still dealing with the aftermath. 

You had read about the trial. 

The driver had been the CEO of some big tech company, now in prison until he would die there. You also read about the settlement after he had been sued for wrongful death, rumoured to be in the tens of millions. 

„She was a special girl,“ Joel whispered and you found yourself reaching over, putting your hand on top of his. He looked at you then and for a moment you forgot that you were in the middle of your busy flower shop. 

„What do I owe you?“ He asked and you shook your head. 

„It’s a gift. A birthday gift for her,“ you added quietly and you could read the surprise in his eyes. You knew it would be her eighteenth birthday today. 

Joel Miller looked at you, really looked at you then. 

You have him a small smile and he released a shaky breath before ever so slowly the corners of his mouth lifted. 

„Thank you. She’ll love it,“ he said. 

You watched him as he took the bouquet from you, giving you one last glance before he walked out of the shop and across the street. 

„You know him?“ Lisa, one of your employees and one of your closest friends asked after he left. 

You shook your head. 

„Not really. His daughter died in a car crash some years ago and I did the flowers for the funeral. Never seen so many flowers in my life,“ you said. 

„She the girl you bring flowers to?“ She asked and you nodded. 

Lisa hummed. 

„He’s hot,“ she added and you rolled your eyes with an oh my god before you disappeared back into the back into your office, still hearing her cackling. 

You wondered, if you would see Joel Miller again. 

„The contractor is here,“ Lisa knocked on your door and you looked up from where you were cutting roses to arrange them for small bouquets later. You nodded with a smile, having heard that the architect you had hired for the remodelling of the shop and the two greenhouses had arrived already. 

Washing your hands you took a look at the small mirror over the sink, deciding that you looked okay enough to meet with them. 

The architect, Tess, had come highly recommended by a friend of yours who had remodelled his office space a year ago. The two of you had clicked immediately and you loved the plans she had worked out. 

With the loan worked out now all that was left were the permits. 

Tess had said that she worked with a small contractor business that was still pretty knew but did great work. And you decided to trust her. 

Hugging her when you saw her you were excited to start this new project. 

Since launching the online shop a couple months ago you had hired additional help. Business was running more than good and you were ready to expand it. 

„This is the contractor I told you about, Joel Miller,“ she said and your eyebrows raised in surprise when the man turned around. 

„Oh, Hi Joel,“ you said with a wide smile. He chuckled as he waved rather awkwardly.

„You know each other?“ Tess asked, also surprised. 

Oh yes, you knew each other. Since that day where Joel had picked up the flower bouquet for Sarah’s birthday he had been back regularly. Every two to four weeks. Buying fresh flowers for Sarah before he walked towards the cemetery. 

Once, he hadn’t been in for almost four weeks it was him who found you at her grave, having just put in fresh new flowers under the white marble stone that read Sarah’s name. 

You still couldn’t point your finger as to why you were so drawn to her, but you decided to not question it anymore. 

Joel had been surprised to see you there. And you had rather embarrassed confessed that you had brought her flowers ever since her funeral so she had something pretty with her. 

He had invited you for a coffee after and ever since that day you would call Joel Miller a friend.

„I literally told you yesterday I was meeting up with a contractor, you could have told me,“ you said with narrowed eyes. He just winked at you. 

„Now where would be the fun in that, Darlin’?“ He said and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. Tess had a strange expression on her face when you looked at her and you made a sorry face. 

„We know each other. We’re….“ You looked at him, not really knowing how to label it. You were friends. Kind of? You don’t really spend much time together. He comes into your shop to buy flowers for his daughter’s grave and sometimes you have coffee. And, though it could be your imagination, sometimes he even flirted with you. 

„We’re friends,“ Joel said looking at Tess and you felt like you were missing something between them before Tess turned to you, smile plastered on her face. 

„Let’s talk about your new flower shop?" She asked, a little forced and you nodded, before you followed her outside, Joel following behind you. 

The meeting was a little awkward.

There was a tension in the air which definitely did not have to do with you but with whatever was going on between Joel and Tess. It left you in your thoughts as you closed down the shop for the night, having pondered over it ever since both Tess and Joel had left. 

Construction plans were finished, now you were waiting for the permit before construction could start, hopefully within the next two months. 

Were they a couple?

They didn’t seem like a couple. Not that it was any of your business. You were his… friend. He said so. Not that you would mind being more, but you were way to shy and awkward to ask him out. You weren’t even sure if he would be interested. God, why was being an adult so fucking hard?

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door, looking up to see Joel stand there. He was still wearing the red flannel shirt he had on when he left and you frowned before you made your way over to the door, unlocking it to let him in. 

„Is everything okay?“ You asked. He walked further into the store, hand rubbing over his neck as you locked the door again. 

„I want to apologise,“ he said. You tilted your head. 

„For me and Tess earlier. We’re…. It’s complicated. And it made the whole thing awkward,“ he explained. You walked towards the counter, jumping up so you could sit. 

„You don’t owe me any explanation. But if you want to talk, I’m here,“ you said and he sighed, before he followed you, sitting down on the counter next to you. 

You were sitting for a while before he began to talk.

„I went into a deep hole when Sarah died,“ he began after a while. You looked up at him. 

„The day after her funeral, I wanted…. I didn’t see any point of living when my little girl wasn’t here anymore. I was ready. I really was but at the last moment I flinched,“ he said any you inhaled sharply as he brought his fingers up to rub over his temple. You had noticed the scar but would never have asked. 

„I went to a clinic in Wyoming for a year. Worked through the injuries from the accident and the grief. Tommy, my brother, he couldn’t take it and enlisted. He only got back last year.

Anyways, it’s where I met Tess. She was at the clinic too. Not my story to tell but she lost someone too and needed some help to get better. I think…. I think we bonded over what we lost and became… intimate?“ He looked at you from the corner of his eyes but you just nodded. 

„Thing is I told her from the beginning that this would never become more. She’s…. She’s a great woman but she also reminds me of the worst time of my life. We stopped seeing each other when I left the clinic, but she moved here when she got a new job and I think she still thought that there could be something more between me and her. So she’s been giving construction work to my new business and because I want this business to succeed I took it. I talked to her again today. I think she understands now but… fuck, I’m an asshole really,“ he sighed and you reached over, putting your hand on top of his. 

„Why are you telling me all this?“ You asked softly and he looked at you. He was so close to you.

„I wanted to ask you out,“ he whispered and you gulped. 

„I was talking to Sarah on.. on that day on our way back home, asking her if she would be okay with me asking you out. You don’t know this but she really really liked you. Always kept talking about how you explained each and every flower to her. And I… I haven’t been in a real relationship with any woman since Sarah’s mom left when she was two years old.“

He turned his hand, palm now facing upwards so he could take your hand in his as he took a shaky breath in. 

„She said she’d love it if you got to spend more time with us. She was so happy and then…“ he shook his head and you saw a tear roll down his cheek. Carefully you reached up, brushing it away. 

There were tears in your eyes too. 

All of this was brand-new information to you. He wanted to ask you out? All those years ago?

„It took a long time for me to heal. To get my shit together. And yet I still haven’t asked you out,“ he said, your hand still on his cheek as he looked at you.

„Then do it,“ you whispered, with a small smile.

„Yeah?“ He murmured and you nodded. 

„Do you want to have dinner with me?“ He asked and your smile widened.

„Anytime,“ you said, tilting your chin up, eyes dropping close when his lips softly found yours.

You found yourself sitting on a picnic blanket close to Sarah’s grave. It was a nice afternoon and you had decided to take your lunch break outside, munching on your apple until your real lunch would get here.

Tomorrow, after two years of construction, your life would change. The new flower shop would re-open and you would finally be able to grow your own flowers in the green houses behind it. 

But not only that, in three days you would move in with Joel. Earlier this year he had bought the old Smith property next to where your flower shop was build on. It was a big piece of land with a farm that he had been fixing up these last months. 

Miller brothers construction really became Tommy Miller construction in the last year with Joel putting all his focus on the building of your new flower shop. 

That and…. Him wanting time to spend with his girlfriend. 

Not that he needed to work. You learned that the settlement out of the lawsuit was over 16 million dollars. Money he hadn’t touched until he finally knew what he wanted to do with it.

He had started a girls soccer camp in Sarah’s name that was benefiting families with lower income. And he loved every single second of it. 

Loving Joel Miller was like the world finally clicked into place for you. He was the one piece that you had always searched for without even knowing. After you went on your first date there hasn’t been a day where you had not seen each other. 

You were so sickeningly in love with each other, even Tess, who had been angry at Joel for a while after he told her again that there was no future for the two of them, had to admit that. She was now one of your closest friends, something Joel still found a bit weird sometimes.

„Starting without me?“ You heard Joel behind you and you looked over your shoulder, seeing him carry a bag of take out with him before he sat down next to you. He kissed you, once, twice, three times before he let himself fall on his back with a groan, taking you with him, making you laugh. 

„You were taking too long and I was too hungry,“ you pouted, leaning with your arm on his chest, looking down at him. One of his hands came to rest on your lower stomach, the belly only barely visible by now. 

You had learned two months ago that you were pregnant.

He wrapped one arm around you and you laid down with your head on his chest as you looked up into the blue sky. 

„You think Sarah would like a brother or a sister?“ You asked, his hand still on your belly. 

„I think she would say she didn’t care but deep down she would want a sister,“ he said and you smiled. 

„She would have loved you being her mom“ he whispered and you looked up at him, with tears in your eyes.  

„I’d have loved that too,“ you said quietly and he kissed your forehead. 

You were about to doze off when you felt him move, too tired to open your eyes to check what he was doing. 

„Hey,“ he whispered, his fingers brushing over your cheek. You scrunched up your nose before you opened your eyes to look at him, finding him holding up a ring with his other hand.

„Marry me?“ He asked and sobbed a yes, before you let him kiss you. 

[soulsmadworld]

so I started working on this since like ch 16 but unfortunately life and uni are needy little bitches that won't take a chill pill

even so I come here to present my own mer Tango design for @watcheraurora 's fic King's Tide

I actually originally misunderstood Tango's haircut as a sort of jellyfish cut so I wanted to include that too

now no one talk to me i've denied myself the last like 5 chapters as incentive to finish this faster and i am dying to read them

some lazy bg and shading cuz I felt like it needed a lil smth more

[midnight-fox-boy]

I was tempted to do the "dream home" or "bring person back to life" but I chose the 1mil

My reasonings for not choosing the others:

Dream home: fully paid off is amazing, but I doubt utilities and the like would be paid. A dream home could mean expensive property taxes or expensive utility bills. Getting into our dream home with no extra income doesn't sound ideal. Better in theory than in reality, honestly.

Being someone back to life: Id imagine that bringing someone back would also include bringing them back as they were before they passed away. The person I would want to bring back had kidney failure and was elderly, so... Probably not an ideal situation. Sure, even just having one more day with my grandma would be a dream come true, but going through that suffering all over again for a primarily selfish wish that would be devastating for more than just myself all over again. As much as I'd want to see her, show her my kid, and show her how much I've grown 😭💜 RIP

If the option had been there, I would have chosen to be magically in perfect health, with no chronic pain, and magically get over nicotine addiction.

My reasonings for choosing 1mil: there's a lot I can do with 1mil. May not be able to get my dream home but having untaxed no strings attached 1mil? That plus our income? Saving money for a bit then researching homes, new vehicle, paying off debts, etc. would be amazing

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[aaa-totodile]

Batkids being asked who they think Bruce’s favorite is:

Dick: “Either Cass or Jason, though I’m leaning more towards Cass, Bruce has always been a girl dad”

Jason: “Cass, that’s his daughter”

Tim: “Jason. … Did I answer that to quickly? If it’s any consolation I think Dick has a chance.”

Cass: *sign for bat and then sun* “Duke, he’s special”

Steph: “I’m not one of his kids so I don’t know why I’m here, but I’d say Tim or Cass cause they’re my favorites. I would include Duke in this list but he wronged me” *checks watch* “12 hours ago.”

Duke: “Probably Dick, but neither of them know it cause they’re blind when it comes to eachother. I also think Cass, but I think everyone else is going to say Cass so I’m trying to give us a higher chance of getting it right.”

Damian: “Richard or myself, but I believe Cassandra would be a promising candidate.”

—|—

Bruce: “Who ever is making me worried or aggravated the least at the given moment I’m asked. Right now it’s Dick because he’s been in New York for two weeks with the titans. Jason would also be in the running but he blew up a building ten days ago for no reason. They’ve all done something they shouldn’t have in the last forty eight hours.”

[silvertherogue715]

Yippie i finally made a masc briar design!!

O to ride on the back of a giant fox--that would be so cool fr. Gods can change their sizes probably so I like to tell myself this is a silly possibility

also I saw (and i think reblogged??) a post where some Eels in a waiting office had little caves decorated like sushi where they stuck their heads out of and it took out my knees

Yeah i wasn't lying it's just one piece of art lmao

This is the piece i forgot to heckin' include in my last batch so it's just been marinating in my O'medusa folder

Anyhoo! @naffeclipse here are more sketches for your beloved Fic :)!

Previous art of these two: First - Second - Third - Bad end - Fourth - Fifth - Sixth

[pollen]

what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else

[kumoriwrites]

so proud of you! you're doing better than most of the people reblogging this post, myself included

actually [unwritten project] is my greatest accomplishment in life

[starryswirly]

I'm finished with art for the semester soooo here's what I've been workin on! All assets are my own. I used a DSLR camera along with Photoshop and Clip Studio Paint

Feel free to send asks about the unaltered photos/photo locations, cause some of the original signs were pretty interesting tbh

[le-panda-chocovore]

That's the thing with abusive and manipulative people. Most of them don't do it on purpose. Which is why it is so hard for their victims to leave even when they realize this situation is hurting them, because they know this person never meant to hurt them.

I met a lot of manipulators in my life, including my parents, and let me tell you I don't think they ever left a conversation with me thinking "Hahaha I really got her with my guilt-trap ! Now she's going to feel so bad and I can keep using her for my own profits !" How am I supposed to "just leave and cut off all contacts" when I know they love me ? When I finally told my mom after 8 years that the comments she made on my body made me so self-conscious that I started to hate myself, she cried. She said she had no idea. When I told my dad that he always talks to me like I'm a disappointing trash and it hurts, he was surprised that I felt that way. He didn't understand why. They're not unapologetic evil people who made my life a living hell on purpose. Most people aren't mean and cruel on purpose.

I spent most of my life saying that Toxic People don't exist and no one is inherently Evil, because most toxic behaviors are miscommunication and assumptions. Most people hurt you because they don't realize you don't feel and think the same way they do, because they don't realize you're not in their head and cannot guess the reasons of their words and actions. Then someone pointed out to me that some people do enjoy hurting others, some people don't feel bad at all when they learn they were mean and will do it again without hesitation. So yeah, perhaps those people are cruel, but they're not everyone.

I don't think my parents ever made me cry on purpose. Still, they broke me and I'm still picking up the pieces.

otherwise interesting post ruined by the bold insistence that you can never accidentally abuse someone & that all abusive people are self-aware evil masterminds