#2022 day7

[tkhkisi]

Numanohara Marsh (沼ノ原湿原). Madarao, Iiyama city, Nagano pref. Oct. 24, 2022. 2:18 am.

I have been enjoying taking videos and hardly taking any pictures. I hope you enjoy watching my YouTube videos.

Shinetsu Trail to Amatomi Trail hiking.

Day3 to Day7. Oct. 20-24, 2022.

[iffoundreturntosea]

January 7, Day7

Day 7 2015

It's hard to fee inspired when you're sick in bed all day.

#readallday #fallofgiants #kenfollett #project365 #day7

I never would have tried Ken Follett if my senior english teacher hadn't given us Pillars of the Earth to read. Fall of Giants did not disappoint.

Day 7 2016

"Hail Hydra" is how the nerds in my life greet me now

#octopus #marinelife #shadesofblue #blue #january #hailhydra #agentsofshield #smh #stripes #picoftheday #project365 #day7

This was aimed at my dad specifically. :) He is a Marvel nerd and my go-to when I need answers on what we're watching.

Day 7 2017

Cleaned up and found some shiny circles

#circles #coins #change #circleoflife #january #picoftheday #project365 #day7

Day 7 2018

The clouds parted for a minute today.

#sunset #clouds #sky #nature #outdoors #keyhole #cutout #differentview #january #picoftheday #project365 #day7

I used an actual cutout in front of my lens for this month and am quite pleased with what I saw.

Day 7 2019

I am (Dancing) Groot

#dancinggroot #iamgroot #groot #funkopop #pop #marvel #guardiansofthegalaxy #booblehead #boobleheadday #nationalbobbleheadday #january #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day7

Second time a marvel theme showed up on day 7. Maybe I'm the nerd. It will be interesting to see how many years have similar themes.

Day 7 2020

And just like that it's Time for a new theme!

#color #blue #squares #circle #watch #watchface #lightup #minutes #seconds #hours #ticktock #time #january #january7 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day7

Day 7 2021

Walked in on this...scenario...this evening :D

#sillyniece #family #smile #silly #love #stepdad #stuffedanimals #dragons #foxes #lessstressmorefun #whateverthehelliwant #january #january7 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day7

Never knew what I would come home to. I miss this so much. I gave up a lot to be on my own.

Day 7 2022

I know a mermaid (sadly it's not me).

#hair #color #sopretty #mermaid #braid #january #january7 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day7

Day 7 2023

Made myself a dry erase calendar out of a picture frame and scrapbook paper.

#create #calendar #newyear #oneweekdonealready #january #january7 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day7

Day 7 2024

On my way to work each morning.

#structure #dailytheme #seawall #galveston #gulf #january #january7 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day7

Mom's draw today was a structure. I pass this each time I travel to and from work. I think it's a pretty fun structure. They're all up and down the Seawall marking big intersections. The water was calm this morning and the sunrise quiet.

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Nov(emeto)ber 2022, Day 7: Enemy to Caretaker

OCs: Tiago, Hunter

This is my first time writing an actual asshole caretaker who doubles as a very biased narrator. I feel a tad guilty for picking Tiago again, but it all came together so naturally. Even though this is written from a very subjective point of view, I also simply love to make seemingly perfect people sick.

TW: Vomit, mild scat/both ends, mean caretaker

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Hunter Calaway was perfect.

He had the face of an ancient demigod – big, expressive eyes, sensual lips and cheekbones you could cut paper with. His curls were naturally defined, he was tall and athletic (kind of a given, considering he was the college’s basketball MVP) and he had flawless caramel skin. He also had heterochromia, because of course he had. A real life Gary Stu like him needed his special eyes. It was like people from all around the globe had come together to create an ultimate winner in the genetic lottery.

Tiago hated him with a passion.

Maybe he was a tiny bit biased because of the whole Diamond issue. Diamond was the campus goddess, head cheerleader and pride of the debate club. Tiago had a crush on her since junior high, but who did she end up with? The Great Hunter himself. Because he was such a kind‑hearted gentleman who loved to spend his free time doing voluntary work.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, both Hunter and Tiago had been assigned to represent the basketball team at New Student’s Day. They had to conceptualize a banner, create a flyer and come up with fun activities to attract new talents. Tiago had felt honored to be picked for the job… until he realized that a) he had to work together with his personal nemesis and b) they had only been chosen because no one else had volunteered for the task. Now he had to invest his free time while constantly fighting the urge to display his aversion.

Today was especially frustrating. They hadn’t agreed on how to translate the team’s logo into a banner yet. Tiago wanted to focus on the colors for a more clean and modern look, Hunter wanted their Rottweiler mascot front and center. It didn’t help that Mr. Perfect wasn’t his usual upbeat and diplomatic self this afternoon.

„See, they’re basically kids“, he explained in a disgustingly patient tone. „We need something to stand out from the crowd and catch their eyes.“

„Okay, but we don’t want them to think they took the wrong turn to elementary school.“

„But everyone loves our Rottie! Go, Rotties, go!“ Hunter’s face lit up for a moment. „Wait, I just had the best idea ever. You know that I help out in an animal shelter? We could bring an actual Rottweiler, they have a total sweetheart right now. It would be an audience magnet and bring awareness to adopting pets.“

„Everyone and their grandma knows that you volunteer for any good cause known to mankind.“ Tiago exhaled audibly. „That’s because you’re bringing it up like every ten seconds.“

„That is so not true.“ The smile on Hunter’s lips faded as quickly as it had appeared. „Can we just stick to the topic, please? I made a suggestion, you can give your opinion on it. This is not about me.“

„Isn’t it always about you?“, Tiago growled. He knew perfectly well that it was immature and irrelevant, but this entire conversation was oh so typical. Of course, Hunter never had bad intentions. How dare he accuse him of such profanity?

„Look, I know you have a problem with me. I don’t know why because I don’t have a problem with you, but can we still try to make this work?“

„Stop being such a fucking saint.“ Tiago rolled his eyes. „You know what? Just bring the dog. If it tears out some kid’s throat, at least we get all the attention. Can we go back to the actual issue now and sketch a draft of the design each of us has in mind? Because that might actually help with the decision.“

„Fine. At least it means we don’t have to talk for a while.“ That was probably the most hostile thing Hunter had ever said. Tiago was genuinely surprised. Maybe he had hurt Mr. Perfect’s feelings by insinuating that he could be anything but altruistic.

Without wasting further thoughts, Tiago grabbed some pens from the art supplies they had been given. He focused on bringing his vision alive – something not even Hunter could top. Every once in a while, he heard a low rumble, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Only when it grew louder he realized that the source of the noise was his unwanted teammate. Tiago couldn’t hide a broad grin.

„Wait, are you so on edge today because you are hangry?“

„No, I’m not.“ Upon closer inspection, Hunter’s unfamiliar grumpiness wasn’t the only thing that seemed off about him. His complexion was oddly dull and there was a frown line between his eyebrows. Plus he had barely started with his drawing. „Can we just… not talk about this right now?“

„About what? Your bowel sounds?“ Tiago chuckled. „Yeah, I bet that wouldn’t make the girls as wet as you normally do.“

„I don’t care, I’m taken.“ Hunter placed a hand on his abdomen as if that would help to reduce the noise pollution.

„Oh, guess what, I noticed.“ If Tiago hadn’t known better, he could have sworn that Hunter had said that on purpose, just to rub a little more salt into the open wound. „But hey, with that impressive growls, you could do a pretty decent Rottweiler impersonation yourself.“

„That’s not even funny.“ Hunter turned his head, but Tiago still saw his throat bobbing rapidly. Then there was the sickly skin tone and tiny drops of sweat forming on Hunter’s forehead. His stomach rumbles now resembled rolling thunder and Hunter’s hand on his belly skipped like the muscles below were convulsing spasmodically.

Suddenly, Tiago had a terrible suspicion.

„Don’t tell me you’re about to puke.“

„Why did you have to – huuuarrck – say that?“ Something between a very sickly burp and a jerky retch escaped Hunter’s mouth. He immediately pressed it shut again, swallowing audibly several times.

„I swear to God, if you barf on our documents, I shove the stuff right back down your throat.“

„Can you please shut up about it?“ Hunter’s lips curled into a nauseated frown while his broad shoulders abruptly hitched with a hiccup. „I… I think something was off with the chicken breast I had this morning.“

„Who eats chicken breast for breakfast?“ Tiago let out an irritated sigh. „Wait, why are you staring at me like this? You’re a grown ass man, can’t you just go to the fucking toilet all by yourself?“

„See, I know you can’t stand me, but… I really don’t feel good right now and I don’t think I would make it.“

Under any other circumstances, Tiago would have probably enjoyed the miserable expression on Hunter’s face. Desperately trying to keep his stomach contents down wasn’t a good look on him. Too bad the idiot had decided to project some kind of imaginary duty of care on Tiago.

„And how exactly is that my problem?“ Tiago became increasingly annoyed by the entire situation. „Do you want me to carry you to the restroom bridal style or what?“

„You could at least lend me a hand!“

„This is a joke, right?“ The almost pleading expression in Hunter’s sad puppy dog eyes was enough of an answer. Tiago huffed, but he eventually decided that helping his teammate up was the lesser evil compared to him hurling all over the table. Begrudgingly, he put his arm around Hunter’s upper body and pulled a disgusted face as the guy leaned on him while they walked. „You better hold it in until we get there.“

„Mhm.“ It wasn’t exactly reassuring that Hunter didn’t even dare to open his mouth for an answer. His body spoke a pretty clear language anyways. Tiago felt Hunter’s shirt sticking to his sweaty back, which was nasty enough. Being way too close to Hunter for Tiago’s own comfort, he noticed every contraction of his muscles, every subdued retch and cramp. Hunter’s stomach sounded like water that was about to boil over – no wonder he was still clutching it tightly. His trained body heaved with a sloppy burp. „Oh God… that tasted like chicken.“

„Pretty sure everything tastes like chicken“, Tiago grinned. Hunter didn’t seem to share his sense of humor, because the very next second, his hand flew up to his lips and his cheeks bulged out. Tiago instantly withdrew his arm and scrambled backwards. “Swallow it down! Or puke on the floor and clean up later, I don’t even care as long as you don’t get it on me.“

Hunter frantically shook his head, then turned around and dashed towards the next trashcan. He hit the ground, hugged the bin like a lifeline and spewed a majestic cascade of milky vomit into the container. Hunter’s assumption had probably been correct – the white flood he barfed up so generously definitely contained chunks of white meat.

„Woah, that smells horrendous!“ Tiago imitated a productive retch, only to be answered with the exact same sound bubbling out of Hunter’s throat, followed by a surge of liquid hitting the plastic trashbag. If only Diamond could see her adored boyfriend like that. She probably wouldn’t feel like kissing him after watching lumpy chicken hash gushing from his mouth.

„G-guess how it tastes“, Hunter coughed, then lurched towards the trashcan again, curdled gruel bursting from his lips. Tiago rolled his eyes and turned away. Why, of all people, was he cursed to be surrounded by morons with pathetically weak stomachs? He wasn’t even a caring person. Was it really too much to ask for to enjoy his life without random jackasses losing their lunch left and right? It was bad enough when it happened to his lightweight friends, but infinitely worse when it was Hunter who was puking up his guts right in front of him. And ew, the stench!

„I suppose you don’t need a trip to the bathroom anymore?“ Tiago turned to leave. „Because I’m really not keen on watching you blowing chunks any longer.“

„Still… need to go“, Hunter croaked, then arched his back as a garbled retch forced a rather pathetic drizzle of sick out of him. He wiped his luscious lips and stumbled back on his feet. Tiago raised both hands in defense as the aesthetically pleasing puke machine tried to approach him again.

„Stay away from me, you fucking reek.“ Tiago scrunched his nose. „If it’s absolutely necessary, I’ll catch you if you fall. But there’s no way you’re gonna get your barf slime hand on me right now.“

„Do you have to be such an asshole about it?“, Hunter moaned. „I didn’t ask for this, you know?“

„Neither did I“, Tiago replied unmoved. Hunter pouted and wrapped both arms around his belly. His hunched over gait gave an insight into the turmoil troubling his intestines. The greenish hue on his face made him look almost comically sick. Had he really expected Tiago to affectionally rub his muscular back and whisper soothing words into his ear? Was it so hard to understand that Tiago didn’t want to be anywhere near the guy when he still looked like the rest of his spoiled breakfast would erupt from his mouth any second?

Miraculously, Hunter made it to the restroom without spilling his insides again. He shambled into one of the stalls, door closing behind him.

„Okay, I paid my due, now I’m out.“ Tiago’s daily requirement of revolting sounds and odors was easily covered. „Enjoy yourself!“

„W-wait!“ Hunter’s raspy voice sounded begging. „I… I need a bucket, like, ASAP.“

„Are you fucking serious?“ Tiago stopped in the doorway. „You’re in front of a toilet, what the hell do you need a bucket for?“

„I’m sitting on the toilet!“, Hunter groaned. „Dude, I’m dead serious, I can feel it coming up - huuuarrrg.“

„Don’t tell me you’re doing a number two as well.“ Torn between repulsion and a nagging sense of obligation, Tiago rushed towards the sinks. The trash bin was mounted at the wall, so he just removed the bag inside. Tiago returned hastily and squinted as he opened the bathroom stall door. For the sake of his own sanity, he tried hard not to take in the cursed image of Hunter sitting on the porcelaine throne with his pants down, cheeks puffed behind the fingers sealing his lips. „Take this, it’s all you’re gonna get.“

Hunter frantically opened up the trash bag, then writhed as he brought up watery chicken fricassee. It didn’t help that the plastic was translucent, granting Tiago a great view of the vomit fountain shooting out of Hunter’s mouth, drowning the crumpled paper towels at the bottom. The spasmodic pulses of Hunter‘s stomach muscles were enough to set the purging process in full motion. Hunter curled up while his body forcefully emptied itself from both ends.

„Oh my God, that is disgusting“, Tiago pressed out with a muffled gag. He sure had an iron stomach, but the unbearable stench and the sopping wet gargles were getting to him. Just as he was about to leave, a diabolical idea crossed his mind. Innocent enough, he glanced back over his shoulder. „Do you want me to call Diamond? I’m sure she would give you some tender loving care.“

Hunter looked up, gooey sick dripping from his lips. He nodded feebly.

„You… would actually do that for me? That… that would be great… thanks.“

Thanks? The guy was so naive. Did Hunter really think a classy woman like Diamond would lust after him ever again once she saw him in such a pathetic state, spraying stinking slurry from his back and front?

„Sure thing. Don’t worry about it, just get it all out!“

„Thank you, really… I appreciate it“, Hunter groaned unsuspectingly before he was struck by another retch.

Tiago strove to keep his composure while he finally left the fetid cesspool that had been a college restroom not so long ago. Just like he had promised, he immediately called Diamond and informed her about her lover’s predicament. He really hammed it up and emphazised how desperately sick Hunter was and how urgently he needed the solace of her presence. After Tiago hung up, he strolled down the hallway in a much brighter mood. Diamond was in for a major disenchantment when it came to her gorgeous, sexy and charming boyfriend.

Unless she wouldn’t mind.

Unless she would actually take care of him. Hug him tight, rub his cramping belly, hold the bag for him while he threw up. Pat his back, wipe his mouth, kiss his sweaty forehead and reassure him that he would be alright. Guide him home once he had emptied himself and snuggle up on the couch to make him feel safe and loved. But that wasn’t very likely, was it?

Tiago brushed the thought aside and spent the rest of the day distracting himself from these dreadful mental images. At least now he knew for sure that Hunter Calaway was anything but perfect.

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[ideyaengine]

@fransweek 2022- Day 7: Valentine’s

“People say that during this time of the year, if two people were to write their names on a special ribbon and tie it to one of the sacred sakura tree’s branches, they will have an unbreakable bond and their fates are forever entwined.”

Because the setting of this au doesn’t really celebrate Valentine’s, I decided to go with the closest event.

Fransweek Day 1 & Shinobae backstory

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I’ve sorta finished my Fransweek for 2022! Like I’ve mentioned during Day 1, I originally had bigger plans but due to time constraints, I’ve decided to finish and publish it at a later date instead :))

@shinobae-au created by @nurizyume

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Trip 🐴

[rafatello]

Day 6 Piano | Day 7 Birthday cake

Man what a mess I've lost too many days :''c

[thedavekim]

"May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God."

St Teresa of Avila; patron saint of people in need of grace

[a-fischeart]

Inktober day 7, Trip

Been getting back into tf2 again...

[kadiwright]

Day 7: Crypid

(Prompt belongs to @notes-and-violets

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[diana-fortyseven]

Do-MAY-stic Day 7:

Sweet Tooth

Teen & Up, Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Nothing in the Fridge

Victoria is frustrated because the fridge is empty; 47 is confused because the fridge is, in fact, not empty.

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[firealder2005]

Whumpcember 2022 Day. 7 SCARS

Featuring: Luke getting wounded & in-the-process-of-falling Rey! Also, adoptive relationships!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43429743/chapters/109178700

Enjoy!

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Parrying the slicing yellow blade, Luke attempted to disarm his wayward student of her weapon. He twisted his own green lightsaber, hoping to deprive her of one of her own sabers, but she was able to keep her grip on it and spin away.

Pausing for a moment, Luke reached out through the Force once more to brush against his student’s presence. Once a bright, sunny yellow humming with power, that warm aura was now slowly being corrupted - like threads of gray, black, and red were slowly creeping into the yellow, trying to squeeze that light away.

Luke would not allow that to happen.

Corruption wasn’t the end - he proved that by helping his own father see the light within himself yet.

And he will not give up on Rey.

“Just leave me alone!” she yelled, spinning one of her sabers in hand.

Luke could only shake his head. “I’m not leaving, Rey,” he replied. “I cannot, and will not, allow the darkside to control you - but you need to take that first step.”

Rey gripped her lightsabers, and Luke saw her knuckles go white. “I’m not going to be any trouble,” she muttered. “I’m not gonna take over the galaxy.” Her hands shook. “Just leave me here, okay?!”

Luke took a couple steps forward, deactivating his lightsaber, until he was a few paces away from his fallen student. “You know I won’t do that,” he murmured. “And I didn’t come after you because I feared for the galaxy - it was because I feared for you.” he closed his eyes, smiling wryly as his father’s vocoded-voice entered his mind. “You don’t know the power of the darkside, Rey,” he said, opening them to stare at her. She met his blue gaze, her brown eyes blank. “No one does,” Luke added. “We never will know the power of either side of the Force - but I do understand you.”

Rey’s lips pursed her lips and looked away. Luke continued; “I don’t know what caused you to start your fall, Rey, but I do know it’s not too late. It never will be.” he hooked his saber to his belt, completely disarming himself, and took another step forward, conscious of the cornered animal stance Rey had.

“Rey,” Luke now pleaded. “Come home. Please.”

Rey glanced at him, something in her shifting, and with a pang Luke felt her bright presence dim even more.

The darkside was winning, but Luke would not give up.

He’ll chase Rey across the galaxy to bring her home if he has to, abandoning his duties to the Jedi Order and the New Republic in the process and he’ll feel no guilt in doing so.

The safety of his students came first, and Rey was his student.

As her teacher, and as the man who raised her, it was his foremost duty to bring her home.

Slowly reaching a hand out, Luke rested it on her shoulder. “Please Rey,” he asked quietly once again. “You’re family.”

Rey’s whole body was shaking, and a tremor in the Force distracted Luke momentarily - before a searing pain slashed across his chest and he gasped, knees giving out, as he collapsed to the ground.

Crossing an arm across his chest, and hissing at the pain, he glanced up at Rey.

She had one of her sabers held shakily out at him, and she looked just as startled as he did - but she also looked horrified, a vacant look on her face like she was hearing something only she could hear.

Wincing a bit as he pulled himself into a sitting position, the corner of his mouth curved up. “No matter what the darkside may be telling you right now Rey,” he said quietly, dipping into the Force to sustain his dwindling life-force. “I forgive you. I love you. I always have, and always will.” Rey seemed to snap out of that vacancy, and her brown eyes welled up with tears as she choked out a sob and dropped her sabers, which deactivated as soon as they left her palms.

Luke could sense her presence again, and he smiled as the sunny yellow began to overtake the dark tendrils of fear she had been dwelling on for a month.

He could feel that light inside her growing stronger, and honestly? If this is the moment where he dies, Luke will die happy.

For his student, his daughter, had come back, and that was all he asked.

Rey dropped to his side, hesitantly reaching out to touch the wound her saber had left - the wound that was slowly draining away Luke’s life.

She inhaled shakily, and gently pressed her hand against the wound, and closed her eyes. Luke felt a slight warmth on his chest, and Rey’s brilliant aura seemed to glow.

With a start, Luke remembered Rey was on of his star students in Force Healing, even rivaling Grogu’s ability with it.

Letting out a small laugh, he pulled Rey into a hug as his wound sealed and the Force came flooding back into him, coiling through his presence like it had missed flowing in tandem with him.

Rey seemed to collapse into his arms, hugging him tightly around the neck as she let out her sobs. Luke hugged her just as tightly, gently running his fingers through her hair as he let their aura twine with each other, hoping it would provide comfort for her.

After a minute, five, or maybe even fifteen, Rey slowly pulled back, with watery brown eyes and a smile just as watery. Her gaze dropped down to his ripped robes, to where the wound had been, and Luke followed her guilty eyes.

A long, thin scar ran from his right shoulder to his left hip.

Reaching out with his gloved hand, Luke cupped Rey’s face and lifted it to meet his gaze.

“Remember Rey,” he said with a smile. “I will always forgive you.”

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