#Monday 26

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 Peanuts 🥜 Snoopy 😍@juliabrower @kith

[alliekitaguchi]

random things i want to see in future cr campaigns:

travis/marisha as brother and sister (yes, this is because i believe in power of brjeau)

liam o'brien warlock build

travis willingham cleric build

liam/travis pc romance

sam riegel druid build

laura/ashley as twin sisters (this is inspired by oppy and sweetpea from daggerheart, yes)

travis willingham wizard build

LIAM/SAM PC ROMANCE

ashley johnson bard build

ASHLEY JOHNSON FIGHTER BUILD

someone else playing a monk because they're so op i literally don't care who but please for the love of god give me another monk

marisha ray rogue assassin build

LIAM/ASHLEY PC ROMANCE

[identityquest]

check out the shirt i got for my birthday :)

[arisaturn]

If this happens I'll kms.

[moonbandit420]

born to run away from anything good,

escape artist son

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Arabian Sand Boa (Eryx jayakari)

(Photo in public domain)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Middle East

Size (Weight/Length)- 40 cm

Diet- Reptiles; Small mammals

Cool Facts- Yes, this is a snake and yes, its eyes are on the top of its head. Being completely nocturnal, the Arabian sand boa spends most of its life buried under sand. At dusk, they wiggle their way to the surface so that the majority of its body is hidden. This is where their eyes come into play. With eyes positioned on their forehead, the Arabian sand boa is a vicious ambush predator. When a gecko comes into range, the boa strikes and constricts the lizard to death. Luckily, people don’t have to worry about this little guy. They’re only big enough to get your pinky toe into its mouth.

Rating- 12/10 (Please don’t laugh, they’re sensitive about their appearance.)

Requested by @blainwalker

[thetomorrowshow]

Whumptober 26 - Nightmares

title: almost unintentionally

fandom: hermitcraft smp

continuation of days 8 and 23, the sleep cycle au!

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They’re holding him down.

They’re always holding him down, tying him up, hurting him—

They snap a muzzle around his face and he thrashes, he can’t he won’t, they can do anything to him but not this—

He can’t see, blinded by fear, but he knows, somehow, that he’s in the room with the burning floor. He gets a moment’s respite, a moment to claw at his face with mittened hands, before he feels the floor begin to heat up beneath his bare feet—

Ren wakes with a gasp.

For a moment, he thinks he’s still back there, on that stupid folding table with those idiots coming for him, ready to hurt him and restrain him and for what?

He snarls, and snaps his teeth, and raises his hands to defend himself—

But there’s no one there.

He’s alone in his bed, the sheets wrapped tightly around his body. The shadows around his bedroom are innocuous, and none of them hold the faces of his tormentors.

That’s . . . what, the sixth nightmare in six days? He needs to get a grip.

Ren kicks his legs free of the sheets and sits up, pushes his sweaty hair out of his face. It’s still dark, which means he should probably try to get back to sleep, but he feels sticky and overstimulated and a shower sounds really nice right about now.

He strips quickly, his soft pajama pants dragging like sandpaper against his legs. Really overstimulated, then. He might need to break out the weighted pillow for this one.

He picks up his communicator, but doesn’t check it. He just carries it with him, in case someone needs to reach him in an emergency.

Ren leaves the light off in the restroom when he limps in (his feet are still recovering from their burns, curse them, and each step is less than pleasant), just turns the shower on and waits for the water to heat up until standing is uncomfortable, then steps into the tub, settling into the shower chair that he’d borrowed from Scar.

The hot water falling onto his shoulders and head feels heavenly, switched to the highest pressure possible so that it practically drums into his skin. Ren sighs and melts under it, runs one clawed hand through his hair.

They hadn’t even wanted him. Not really. He was just bait, bait for Doc and Tango to follow.

Bait.

Ren’s fingers clench in his hair.

He’d gotten off easy, all things considered. Some bumps and bruises. Scratches on his face. A broken rib, quickly healed by a potion. Some burns on his feet that kept him on bed rest for a couple of days, but nothing major.

(Nightmares, every night, reliving the captivity.)

Better than Tango, who hasn’t spoken to anyone since.

Better than Impulse, who had been tortured the entire week and forced to stay awake.

Better than Mumbo, malnourished and trembling, left there for two months, no one searching for him.

Better than Doc, his entire goshdarn arm missing, his horns shaved down to nubs, his mechanical eye mangled, his molars pulled and more.

Xisuma wants them all to go to therapy. Probably for the best, but Ren feels a little like a baby, pulling up with his tiny problems compared to the others. So what, he’s got a couple of lousy nightmares. That isn’t the end of the world. That isn’t worth wasting some professional’s time.

Cleaning himself would probably be a good thing to do in the shower, so Ren grabs some shampoo and squeezes it into his hand, massaging his scalp aggressively. He didn’t check the bottle, but when he smells roses he realizes that he grabbed Bdubs’s shampoo. Good, it’s better for his thick hair.

He likes the smell, too. It makes him think of Bdubs, of his tight hugs and chipper smile. It smells fresh, not too overwhelming.

It’s calming.

He rinses it out, eyes closed to allow for the suds dripping down his face.

He hadn't bathed during his captivity. His body had grown grimier and grimier, sweat staining his days-old clothes, his usually well-trimmed beard getting scratchy and stubbly. He'd hated it, hated the feeling of his clothes against his sticky skin, hated that he couldn't do anything about it.

He rubs a bar of soap along his skin now, as if cleansing himself of the memories. The shower chair makes it a bit awkward to wash everything, honestly. He should get around to returning it to Scar soon, now that he's no longer in the phase of needing to wrap his feet in plastic to keep the wounds dry for every shower. He's pretty much recovered, six days after the ordeal.

He spent longer there than it took for him to heal.

Isn't that weird?

Isn't it weird that this whole thing elapsed two weeks, and nothing more?

Ren shakes himself—physically, even, his hair slapping against the wall of the shower. For him it lasted two weeks. Impulse is still having trouble sleeping, Tango hasn’t been seen by anyone. Doc won't be alone. Mumbo doesn't talk.

He doesn't even have it bad.

He wishes he could fall asleep under the spray of the shower. He feels calmer here than he has in days, worried over nothing serious.

But he can’t hide in the shower forever.

Even so, he takes a couple more minutes, just sitting there and basking in it, before he reluctantly switches off the shower, the last couple drops bouncing off his chest. Then he stands, grimacing at the wet seat against his bare skin—fine while the shower was on, unbearable now that it’s off.

He rubs his wrists while he towels off. There’d been divots in the skin there when he was first rescued, but they’ve filled back out with a health potion and time. They’re still a bit bruised, but no longer tender to the touch.

Barely anything.

He limps back to his bedroom, grabs a fresh pair of boxers out of his dresser. It’s the last pair—he’ll have to do laundry. Might as well do it now, seeing as he doesn’t exactly plan on going back to sleep. Heck, then he’d have a nice, toasty, good-smelling pile of laundry to flop onto. That might lull him into sleep.

Knock-knock-knock-knock.

Ren scrunches his eyes closed for a moment. What time is it? Is it still early enough to reasonably ignore visitors?

He squints at the wall clock—three in the morning. Yeah, it is.

But he won’t do that.

He grabs a t-shirt out of his dresser and pulls it on over his head, clumsily sticking his arms through the holes. It’s a little bit small—probably belongs to Scar. Then he makes his slow way out of his room and to his front door, which he opens without checking to see who might be there.

It’s Doc.

Doc, his horns missing, his arm unfinished, shadows of bruises still painting his face.

Doc offers him a half-smile. “Hello.”

“How’d you know I was up?” Ren rasps, and he suddenly realizes he hasn’t drunk any water since getting up, making his voice still heavy with sleep. 

Doc lifts his communicator (in his organic hand, his mechanical arm not entirely reconstructed). “You stopped being AFK. Did you move your communicator?”

Ren doesn’t think about how that means Doc was already awake, watching the server list. He just shrugs, turns around to head back to his room, leaving the door open in his wake.

Doc follows him in, his footsteps heavier than Ren’s, all the way back to his bedroom, where Ren starts grabbing the various articles of dirty clothing strewn about his room and throwing them into the half-full laundry basket in his closet. Doc doesn’t move from the doorway, simply observing.

“Did you just shower?”

“Mhm.”

“Mind if I use your shower? Scar said you have his chair.”

Is that what Doc came over for? Ren shrugs.

“Go for it, dude.”

Doc leaves, and a few moments later Ren hears the sound of the shower running again, so he finishes gathering up the clothes and throws them all into the washer.

It’s too early to be doing chores, but Ren’s already started, so he picks up the dirty dishes in his room and takes them all to his kitchen sink, where he starts scrubbing methodically.

There aren’t too many. He finishes it quickly (though not quickly enough, his feet aching where he stands) and finds himself sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the dark floor.

He’s tired.

He’s been tired since they got out, and it doesn’t seem to be letting up any time soon.

The shower turns off.

Ren sighs, runs a hand down his face. He needs to shave. It can wait until morning proper, but he doesn’t like the stubble on his cheeks.

How long will the laundry take? Probably thirty minutes. Have thirty minutes passed? No, it would beep its freaking head off to let him know.

He’s so tired.

After a couple of minutes of staring at the floor, he hears the restroom door open. He listens idly to the rustling of Doc making his way back to the room, then the way the floorboards creak under his weight as he crosses the bedroom.

Doc rummages through Ren’s dresser without asking, pulling out a shirt and throwing it on awkwardly, his half-completed robotic arm still wrapped in dripping plastic. The shirt is one of Doc’s own, and he growls frustratedly as he shoves his arm through the sleeve, then tears off the plastic and balls it up.

Doc misses the trash can when he tosses the plastic, but he doesn’t try again. He just comes round to the other side of Ren’s bed and rolls in, shoving the blankets away.

“You need to sleep,” Doc grumbles. “Lie down.”

Ren sighs.

Then he complies, slumping back against the pillows. He only resists a moment before leaning into Doc’s slightly damp shirt.

Doc takes it one step further, wrapping his good arm around Ren and holding him there. The heavy weight of his arm feels nice, and Ren buries his face into Doc’s shoulder where the neckline of the shirt has slipped slightly, letting him shove his nose into Doc’s fur. It smells like citrus, orange and lemon, good and clean.

“Keralis,” Ren mumbles.

Doc hums. “Couldn’t find my bodywash.”

“Probably just as good. He’s always bragging about how expensive it is.”

“Rich bastard.”

Doc’s chest rumbling against him is comfortable, homey. Ren’s eyes droop; he yawns.

“Haven’t been able to sleep so well,” Doc admits quietly, in the darkness of Ren’s room. The washer whirs somewhere in the distant background. “Nightmares.”

Ren’s been having nightmares, too, but he can’t help but feel guilty. They can’t be anything compared to Doc’s.

“About what they did to you,” Doc continues, and Ren freezes.

What?

“What?” he says aloud, pushing back a bit to see Doc’s face. “I—but I was fine!”

Doc’s eyes are closed, his brows furrowed. “I saw you,” he says, after a long moment. “They showed me you. With—with that muzzle on. I know you hate those things.”

“I—”

“What they did to me hurt,” Doc says. “What they did to you hurt, too.”

“It’s . . . it’s different,” Ren says weakly.

“I don’t think so.”

Ren sighs. “I don’t want to argue about it, dude. I’m too tired.”

Doc shrugs. “Okay. We’ll talk in the morning. But you went through hell, too, dude. You don’t have to feel bad for us just because you think we had it worse.”

Typical. Typical Doc, always guessing exactly what he was thinking.

Ren doesn’t respond to that.

He just snuggles back up against Doc and lets himself fall asleep.

When he wakes up a couple hours later from another nightmare, terrified and ashamed, he’s still in Doc’s warm hold.

So Ren lets himself doze. They both deserve a lie-in, he thinks.

The laundry can wait until later.

[cadmium-free]

halloween 2023 watchlist & my reviews (favourites in orange)

Nightbreed | The Old Dark House | The Masque of the Red Death | The Black Tower | Creature from the Black Lagoon | Knife + Heart | Diabolique | Häxan | Pontypool | The Haunting | Tetsuo the Iron Man | In the Mouth of Madness | What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? | Possession | Panna a Netvor | Blacula | We're All Going to the World's Fair | Lake Mungo | From Beyond | Ravenous | Terror Train | Triangle | The Thing from Another World | Brain Damage

[shinigami-striker]

Naoto Ohshima | Monday, 02.26.24

Happy 60th birthday to Naoto Ohshima! Thank you for contributions to the Sonic the Hedgehog IP (intellectual property). 🎂

Japanese name: 大島 直人

Notable works (Sonic-related):

1991

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sega Genesis/Mega Drive) - character designer

Sonic Eraser (Mega Drive; Japan only) - special thanks

1993

SegaSonic the Hedgehog (arcade) - special thanks

Sonic CD (Mega CD) - director

1995

Knuckles' Chaotix (Sega 32X) - original character concept

1996

Sonic the Hedgehog: The Movie (anime OVAs; produced by Studio Pierriot) - co-production director

Sonic 3D Blast (Sega Genesis/Sega Saturn) - advisor

1997

Sonic Jam (Sega Saturn) - supervisor

Sonic R (Sega Saturn) - graphic advisor

1998

Sonic Adventure (Sega Dreamcast) - CG movie production (producer)

2011

Sonic Generations (3DS, PC, PS3, & Xbox 360) - special thanks

2016

Mario & Sonic at the Rio 2016 Olympic Games (3DS/Wii U) - supervisor

2023

Sonic Superstars (PC, PS4, PS5, Switch, Xbox One, & Xbox Series X | S) - character designer

[afterhourswjay]

I had my first edible ever and MAN do I feel good. I'm just *the* perfect amout of sleepy to have fun, but not so much where I'm out of it

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸 Brunch or lunch 🥗 🥙 @Jack’s.wife.Freda Indian restaurant 🇮🇳 😋

[possiblymiranda]

filters will be the death of me 🪐

[papimolina]

So Bald Baby...

Or Bald Daddy??? 👀

[laz-kay]

The noise boi 📢

[rabbitcruiser]

Motorist Consideration Monday 

Motorist Consideration Monday is dedicated to being considerate, patient, and courteous while traveling, no matter what one's mode of transportation is—whether it be by car, bike, public transportation, or even by walking. The day is part of Be Kind To Humankind Week, "a celebration of people and the kind acts they perform all across the globe," which was created in 1988 by Lorraine Jara of Toms River, New Jersey.

How to Observe

Some ways to be a considerate motorist today as suggested by Be Kind To Humankind Week include:

Move over for emergency vehicles.

Do not speed.

Turn on your lights in the daytime so you are more visible to other vehicles.

Don't pass stopped school buses. Also, kids riding buses should make sure to be considerate to their drivers.

Don't engage in road rage.

Don't tailgate or drive aggressively.

Do not drink and drive.

Let fellow motorists merge in front of you.

Yield to pedestrians.

Wear a safety belt and use child safety seats for all children.

Don't text and drive.

Slow down if the weather is bad.

Some other ways to be a considerate motorist today include:

Leave a safe distance between your vehicle and the one in front of you.

Drive a safe speed. Base this on the speed limit, but also on factors such as traffic, weather, and road surface.

Make sure other drivers don't have to brake when you move into their space.

Use your blinker when turning or changing lanes, and make sure to turn it on far enough in advance.

Make sure to come to a full stop at stop signs, and never run a red light.

Don't block intersections.

Don't pass on the right.

Drive in the middle or right lanes, instead of in the left lane, which is for passing.

As a pedestrian, make sure to use crosswalks.

As a cyclist, make sure to use hand signals and to wear a helmet.

Source

[probayern]

have decided i probably need to get my shit together a bit