#Overcoming pressure

[mydayswithtarotbystella]

What It Means to Be a Professional Watcher

Good morning, world. Today, I’m diving into what it truly means to be a professional watcher, someone who sees through the layers, the masks, and the roles people play. It’s not just about observing—it’s about understanding what lies beneath the surface. Think about Dr. Phil. You can tell him what to say, adjust your perspective on his show, and see how the stories play out, but it’s not the full…

[doomdaysdecays]

comments on makeup critical posts will be the end of my sanity. “ive been doing my makeup since I was 11, not cause I felt like I had to, but because I felt more comfortable with it on” and why do you think you feel more comfortable with it on. why could that possibly be the case. have you ever thought about the reasons for anything in your life

[waywardwindee]

i used to think i wasn’t like regulus at all but now that i’m writing him myself i see that he’s literally just a kid who had so many hopes and dreams that he overwhelmed himself and let everything else happening in the world take over what he wanted until it was too late and the only choices he had were ones he didn’t want

[sukugo]

once again thinking about gojo draped over sukuna's side and twitching while sukuna holds his jaw up and face angled towards him, satoru who's unblinking, eyes huge and fixed on sukuna's, completely flushed, and with a big grin as another hand patiently reaches for his eye.

and there's a shudder as sukuna takes a third hand to pry the skin open, one finger on his brow and the other pushing into his cheek, the pink rim of his eye glistening as a call to his fingers. satoru's breath hitches, a blow that strains from him lips, unwilling (but oh, every other part of him so willing). sukuna's eyes don't move but satoru's arousal is felt more than it could ever be seen, in the air around them, thick and dense and charged, almost condensed into the space, a mirror to the tightness of the other's body.

and his fingers in the air, stop, opt for a teasing thumb at satoru's lashes, to which satoru jolts. gives another gasp. his grin widens further—into something that can barely be called a grin anymore—pushing his cheeks that are growing ever-crimson. the room pulls tighter.

and he could leave it at this, but sukuna's decided to extend mercy, both to the other and to himself, and with a few beats of satoru's heart atop him, finally, sukuna's fingers find their coveted, tips pushing gently into the wet sponge of satoru's eyeball.

orgasm washes instantly over satoru. he convulses in sukuna's arms, the moan that spits from his mouth more a growl than anything, reverberating through his skin and his limbs and the air and the walls which jolt with the intensity of his pleasure.

[moonshynecybin]

Will the poison drip through? (1. x, 2. x, 3. x, 4. x, 5. x, 6. x)

[cannibalgirlballs]

it is fucking tragic that i will never get to experience watching this show for the first time again

one of the best shows ive ever seen, loved the shit out of it. need to find a place where i can watch it again

this is one of the few pieces of media i am comfortable rating at an 8 or 9/10, up there with prince of egypt

[girldriveroscar]

me versus my drafts bc the shame of rpfing gets to me every time im abt to post its So embarrassing to me im sorry landoscar nation.

[rayroseu-reblogs]

WAITTTTTT Now that I think about it, it isnt just Malleus who's re-enacting a similar situation as Meleanor during the present time (aka they're the powerful mage who uses their magic to "terrorize people" but actually just trying to protect the people they value), but its also Silver re-enacting as Knight of Dawn--!!! and no i dont mean when Silver finally battles against Malleus, i mean right now during this dream hopping arc, where the humans (STYX and all the NRC students) are using his magic to take down Malleus, much like how the Silver Owls exploited Dawn's magical prowess to kill Meleanor 💀✨

[grison-in-space]

Since the dental Tribble has been on a strict no kibble, no crunchy, no chewing diet. (In a week or so she'll be allowed to use her teeth again a bit more, but no one wants to see a dog get dry socket.) Spouse feels that canned dog food (perpetually on hand to make into pupsickles) is not experienced as filling enough, and we do know that Tribble has done better on grain inclusive foods for the past decade, so... the rice cooker has been simmering with chicken stock rice too bulk out the canned food all week, and Matilda and Benton have both gotten a fair bit of overflow rice as a treat.

Unconnectedly, tonight happens to be my first night alone as the sole human all evening in quite a few months. Matilda has been doing her job of enforcing bed, of course, but I can also rely on other humans to help make routine happen if she's too tired to be on it.

If I was worried that Tilly hadn't worked out her evening routine enforcement functions before now, I shouldn't have been. I don't think I've ever seen a dog so excited to move the evening along towards the part where dinner and the good cookies are.

[rurihana]

Hey.

It's not like me to get serious, but I just want to put it out there that it's fine to say "no", alright? You can just do that. Like, to turn down an invitation to an event you don't wanna go to, or to keep something you like to yourself even if someone else really wants it, whatever.

Being selfish is fine, sometimes. 👍

[harzeke]

It wasn't just the comic. It was also that lovely video you made. Like in some shots, even for a second, he genuinely smiles alongside Grett or he seems to look at Grett and Gabby with maybe envy? Or jealousy instead of outright hatred. Fascinating.

THE FUNNIEST THING ABOUT THAT SHOT OF GRETT AND GABBY IS THAT WHEN THE MOTEL EPISODE CAME OUT THERE'S A SHOT THAT'S JUST LIKE IT AND IT MADE ME SCREAM SOOO LOUD LIKE

JUMPED OUT OF MY CHAIR WHEN I SAW THIS ^^^^^

[fan-kingdoms]

when i started watching a playthrough of pokémon scarlet/violet i did not expect to be found family ugly crying at the end of it jesus

[tsty-brry]

someone force me to draw already. maybe baby binghes,. or binghe. or the sexiest man alive (his dad)

[phox-129]

That moment when you’ve just overcome your greatest fears and then you figure out your entire life is a lie and also get lava directly to the face

(Inspo/Refs: x x x x)

Painted for my art class with metallic watercolor and black light paint!

[dreamsy990]

i have peer-reviewed adhd (aka my friends looked at me and went "man smth is wrong with u") is that good enough .

no that wont get you the juice of the gods (adhd meds) unfortunately. i mean i think meds are the way you fix the adhd paralysis curse idk my meds didnt work but i hear good things

[orxna]

❛  do you know who i am?  ❜

Epic: The Musical Prompts || Accepting || @weptfreedom

"Lady Inquisitor?"

It has been near a decade since Orana last saw the elder elf. When she had lingered in Skyhold to keep an eye on Varric and been accepted into the fold of Josephine's half dozen assistants. The Inquisitor had kept Hawke from throwing themselves headfirst into self-sacrifice in the Fade and that had meant something to Orana. It hadn't felt like a chore, finding a way to assist the Inquisition even when it was paying back a debt. To repay them for taking care of the little pieces of her Marcher family, the only way a civilian like herself knew how.

To see them again, especially here in this glorified cage that Ghilan'nain has constructed around her is jarring. Then, Orana thinks and it is worse, "No--No, no no, you have to leave."

If Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain had captured the Inquisitor--whether she is the Inquisitor anymore is irrelevant--they would have made a spectacle of it. It would be a grand show of their power and supremacy. That Lavellan is here but not chained with such pomp and circumstance, that means that they do not know.

Orana is on her feet, dashing over to the elegant bird cage in the corner of her room and roughly yanking one of the lush curtains that separates her sitting room and bedroom to toss over the creature, "I-I don't know if she's looking, b-but she always could be. Please, they'll know. You have to run, please."

Her bare feet make little noise against the carpets. That she hates the feeling is irrelevant, she doesn't quite understand but knows that it is one of those things passed down to the dalish. Something of being closer to the earth and it's magical ley lines but mostly Orana just thinks it a sorry excuse for cold feet--So she is not afforded slippers even when it makes her scars ache because she must wear the 'proper' attire of a priestess of Ghilan'nain. Soft flowing robes with long sleeves with little ribbons on the wrists so they may be pulled back and tied up when she assists the goddess with her experiments.

Her face, by contrast is very much not bare. She does her best not to look at it, avoids the handful of mirrors in her room and even wears her hair loose to cover the familiar art tattooed upon her brow and cheeks. It is not her preference, but it is Ghilan'nain's and so she ignores how vulnerable she feels with blonde locks tumbling down her back. Anyone could grab hold of her hair, yank her off her feet with it like Hadriana once enjoyed but--But there is a degree of safety being Ghilan'nain's, only herself of Elgar'nan would be able to hurt her and not face the goddesses' wrath.

Alanari Lavellan is not extended that dubious net of safety. Any number of venatori, antaam, or darkspawn could prey upon her here and Orana would be able to do nothing. Worse will be Ghilan'nain, what she would do to someone with Solas' magic lingering in their blood makes Orana shudder. Neither does she linger long on Elgar'nan, he is more baffling to her. Kind in word, cruel in action, she does not imagine he would have much mercy for Alanari either.

So Orana thinks quickly, she glances to where her hound slumbers in the corner. Ironbark has not seen them yet, but will likely be able to follow her scent and the young elf has no solution to that besides a speedy retreat. Orana is working herself to a tizzy, eyes roving her room for anything to assist in escape and what might hinder it.

Perhaps she will be very lucky and this is a nightmare--or she is very unlucky and this is a test she is failing. Ghilan'nain would want her to call for her, let the goddess play the hero defending her soft niece. Perhaps she would be lavished with praise and gifts afterwards but she would also likely be pulled in to assist in whatever hellish experiments Ghilan'nain deigned to play with Alanari's corpse.

"Please, please leave, she'll hurt you."