#And it's just Monday

[tassodelmiele]

....

Honestly? I don't know.

I've spent too much time on it. Colors doesn't seem totally right and the pose is static, as if I've tried to be as realistic as possible, but without knowing how to.

But I post it anyway, cause I wanna improve from there.

And our dear Price will help.

So, prepare your flexibility and your ankles, gorgeous~

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[nanaminokanojo]

How've you been?

Absolutely fantastic. *blinking twice cause I need help*

Not so good, really. Like one of the absolutely major times I would admit I'm not okay. I'm on a business trip, on an entirely different time zone so my sleep is messed up, and I just came out of a presentation which went well, but it doesn't make it any better cause I'm here for another 3 days which is too long and too short to adjust, really.

And I wanna scream my lungs out cause my personal life is getting into the mix in both a good and bad way and I am so sooooo sorry for ranting like this. I just had to.

I am overwhelmed and can't wait to be home is what I'm saying.

But, hey, thank you for asking. I'll be fine. Just need to get through this week.

[proteidaes]

Manifesting ... good luck ...🍀🌟

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photoshop

[egophiliac]

I'm still processing 7-13, in the meantime have this super quick thing! of all the things that happened that I didn't expect, one of 'em certainly was a not insignificant subplot revolving around Silver unintentionally committing international mail fraud.

[hg-aneh]

rip bozo

[dear-ao3]

would you guys believe me if i told you that someone came onto My Fanfic. Mine. Written By Me. and did not comment on the actual content of the fic that i poured my heart and soul into but yelled at me for using tags that were funny. you know. like the ones that get posted on this blog. the ones that get submitted and posted on my blog which is dedicated to Funny Ao3 Tags. can we believe that this happened to me of all people because i am still in shock.

there’s no harm in using funny ao3 tags as long as you’re actually Also tagging the whole thing correctly (which i did). and there’s also this great phenomenon called Don’t Click On Something You Don’t Like. also. while we’re at it. don’t leave comments on people’s fanfic if you’re going to be mean. this is basic fanfic etiquette.

BUT CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE CAME INTO MY CHAPEL OF THE ARTS AND YELLED AT ME FOR USING FUNNY TAGS MY GUY I RUN DEAR-AO3 I AM FUNNY TAGS HELLO

[captainjonnitkessler]

Do you guys notice how when Shawn Fain, president of the United Auto Workers union, started planning a general strike, he did it by a) targeting his messaging towards unions with the ability to safely and effectively strike in large numbers, b) laid out a clear, actionable plan for those unions to follow (setting contracts to all expire at the same time, since many unions cannot strike while under contract), c) is using union contracts to set clear, actionable demands that can be met in order to gauge success and provide an end goal, and d) started organizing FOUR YEARS before the proposed strike date to give people the chance to plan accordingly, because it takes a really freaking long time to get tens of millions of people organized?

You notice how he didn't do it by slapping a message on Twitter saying 'hey nobody go to work on Monday, that'll really show 'em'?

[morganbritton132]

Steve hates the dentist.

Tommy knows this because his dad is a dentist. His grandpa was a dentist and his brother is a dentist, and Tommy is currently at school studying to become a dentist.

There are only two constants in this world: Hagan boys grow into dentists and Steve Harrington is utterly and completely terrified of the dentist.

He knows this because he has been witness to the complete meltdown that has happened before appointments. He has watched Mrs Harrington drag her son into the chair for everything from cleanings to braces.

And he also knows that the only way to calm Steve down is to hold his hand. Tommy knows this because that was his job.

Steve never had an appointment that Tommy wasn’t present for even after he got too old to cry, even after they had their falling out.

Tommy was there.

With all the change - with graduation and college, with the earthquake and Carol moving out of town with her sister - he welcomes the stability. It’s good to know that some things don’t change.

He’s working the summer at his dad’s practice, familiarizing himself with insurance forms when Steve comes in. Tommy’s been waiting for this since he saw his name on the schedule this morning.

He tells himself that it has nothing to do with Steve or with holding his hand and all to do with bragging rights. Tommy’s not the one working at the video rental, right? Tommy’s not the one that was left behind.

Tommy doesn’t even get to say anything because his dad’s coming to the window asking, “No Mr. Munson this time?”

What?

“He’s coming,” Steve answers like that’s normal. Like it’s a part of the script. “He’s looking for a parking spot. Your lot is still the worst, Mr H.”

Steve and his dad chitchat but Tommy barely hears it, watching through the glass in the front door as Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson walks in.

He watches Eddie follow Steve back. He watches him take his spot and wince through the bone-crushing grip Steve keeps on his hand. He watches as his dad calls, “Tom, come in here and tell me what you see.”

He sees himself, being left behind.

[cal-kestis]

battle choso (ง •̀–•́)ง

[snail-day]

Rahhh I feel like a broken record saying this, but I just, ugh. Satoru is just such a yearner. Masks himself with smiles, pretending there’s nothing behind those pretty eyes. But really, he craves love. Craves it so deeply that the very act of being loved repulses him. It’s too much. He simply doesn't know what to do with it.

I just think Satoru in love is a mess, not in the way people expect. He’s not stammering over his words, not showing up at your door with hundreds of roses. He doesn’t have time for grand gestures like that.

He’s the type to stare at his phone longer than he should, the screen time stacking up in seconds. Just scrolling through your Instagram, pausing on that photo you always say you’re going to delete. He really wishes you wouldn’t because while you see imperfection, he sees someone who might as well have hung up the stars.

He’s the type to hover over his keyboard, those slender fingers typing and deleting the same message five times, wondering what would be too much. Would a heart emoji scare you off? Do you actually care about what he ate today?

Kicking his feet under the blankets, a few roll-arounds, when you text him “Goodnight” or “Good morning.” He bites down on a smile when you call first, just to tell him about a report or how your students are doing.

The Satoru with a crush: waking up earlier than necessary, neglecting the sleep his body begs for just to see if you’re online. If that typing bubble will pop up. If maybe - just maybe - you’re retyping too. If you crave him, even a fraction of the way he yearns for you.

He’s brushing his teeth at 7 a.m., frustrated, because you still haven’t texted. It’s only been two hours but it feels like forever. A foamy grin takes over his face when he sees the typing bubble. He checks, read receipts off. Just in case. He can't be caught looking desperate. Can't break down that wall just yet. Using his ego as a barrier to the real him.

Then the chime. Your message. Choking on toothpaste. Satoru has to pace his apartment like an idiot to calm down. A little circle around the coffee table, just to burn off the nerves. The soft patter of his giddy footsteps. Then he finally types back, “Good morning :)", though what he wants to say is “Did you sleep well?” or “Did you dream of me?”

And then, his smile falters. Do you think of him as Satoru, or as Gojo Satoru? Because there’s a difference. To mask the loneliness, swallowing the negative thoughts, he imagines you still curled up in bed, cheek smooshed into your pillow. Wonders how warm you’d be. If he were there, would you two stay wrapped up for an extra hour? Would you press a sleepy kiss to his cheek? Would you peck his face as many times as he would to yours?

When the silly little crush turns into something more - when it becomes a relationship.

Your mug sits next to his in the cabinet now. You brush your teeth together in the mornings. A playful nudge here and there. Giggling when he tries (and fails) to perfect an omelet. He makes character bentos for you on his day off, baby-blues crinkling with every smile.

And still - Satoru tries to play it cool. He wants to love you like a dog loves its favorite person, unconditionally, shamelessly, wholly. He wants to claim you as his and forget the rest of the world.

But he’s scared.

Scared that if he reaches too far, you won’t be there in the morning. That he’ll lose the luxury of placing his toothbrush next to yours. That there won’t be any more grocery trips where you both pause in the sweets aisle for far too long.

Scared you’ll pull away the second he starts reaching for miles instead of inches.

So he smiles. He jokes. Keeps the Gojo Satoru mask on. Because love is terrifying. It’s carving out your heart and handing it to someone, hoping they don’t drop it.

The first argument starts over something stupid. Most do. But it spirals. You don’t understand why he’s distant. Why he won’t let you all the way in. And he doesn’t know how to tell you that he’s terrified.

Because loving you means showing you the sharpest parts of himself. The ones buried behind smug grins and careless jokes. And he’s not sure you’ll still love him once you see them.

So he says something awful.

“Let’s break up.”

The words leave him in shards, clawing their way out of his throat. Words he doesn’t mean. A defense mechanism that works too well.

You freeze. He sees it in your eyes, shock, then hurt, then that dreadful look like you’re already pulling away.

And maybe… maybe that’s what he wants.

Because if he ends it now, if he’s the one who walks away, then he doesn’t have to know what it feels like to lose you for real. Doesn’t have to picture your body in a morgue because he couldn’t save you. Doesn’t have to imagine the world moving on without you in it.

It’s easier this way. That’s what he keeps telling himself.

Even as he stares at that imperfect photo of you still sitting on your Instagram while all the imperfect ones of you together are long gone. Scrubbed clean, no more cheeky smiles. No more subtle photos of you both on dates. As if pretending you never happened will make it hurt less. But it doesn’t. He’s left behind with nothing but the silence. And the tears that fall quietly onto the screen, threatening to like that photo from ages ago.

You forgot your toothbrush. But you left your house key.

His bed is still cold.

And god, he wishes you’d just send one more text.

[fabxpunk]

[eemiejab]

You ended my friends. Now I will end you.

[timethehobo]

Overworking lil Emmy.

[lilybug-02]

This 12 year old has no idea how to work with waste water smh

Bug Fact: The Great Basin Cave Pseudoscorpion won the USA Cave Animal of the Year in 2020 ♥︎. They are small blind arachnids which resemble tailless scorpions. Pictures Below.

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[1trillionbees]

outstretched,

[home-of-renn]

AU where Danny never tells Sam and Tucker about the portal accident but they eventually put together the pieces after Danny starts acting hella weird. Especially around his parents.

They eventually figure it out but can't seem to decide whether their friend is actually dead or if there's something else going on. They inadvertently become ghost experts while playing detective, while also simultaneously trying their best to help Danny from the shadows without him finding out that they found out.

Bonus points if they have to fend off Jazz with a stick cause she knows something's up and she knows that Sam and Tucker know but Sam and Tucker keep covering their tracks and doing their best to throw her off the scent.

Bonus, bonus points if Jazz knows that there's something very messed up going on and desperately wants to know what happened to her brother but Sam and Tucker think she's on her parent's side and are convinced that she'll just report back to them if she ever finds out.

Bonus, bonus, bonus points! if Jazz just has this deep, gut-wrenching feeling that she can't tell her parents about her suspicions and that there's something increasingly disturbing about both her parents and Danny's behaviour as well as how the three of them interact after the portal got turned on. She does her best to keep her parent's attention off of Danny, which kinda helps but also inadvertently gets in the way of Sam and Tucker's helping.

Bonus, bonus, bonus, bonus points!!!!! if Maddie and Jack have acquired some very mild ecto contamination from being in such close proximity with the portal on a daily basis and their continued exposure is making them slowly exhibit Obsession-like behaviours about their work and research, which consequentially results in their attitudes/behaviours becoming increasingly more disturbing and concerning from an outside perspective.