#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

[sealrock]

febhyurary, day 18: shadow

"when dad was losing his mind, he stopped seeing us. when he lunged at me with that knife, he didn't recognize me. in a short moment of lucidity, he came to realize what he had done to me. after months of watching him sink into a deep, black pit, I finally had my dad back. even now, I could feel how tight he hugged me as he wailed out a thousand apologies... but it was too late. dad was sick, he couldn't sleep and could hardly eat, he lashed out at anything and anyone. his migraines only exacerbated the issue. but mum had been so absorbed in her work back then that she was hardly home to get dad the help he needed. the constant fighting they had ended up pushing her away. she didn't want to deal with dad and how he was deteriorating before our eyes. it wasn't just her; no one helped dad, they pretended nothing was wrong like they do with gammy's 'fits'. but they don't make my blood boil nearly as hot as mum. mum treated him poorly during that period, she put her work above him and above us. when dad finally snapped, she abandoned him in that house. I hated her for it. we were just kids, we had no idea what was going on. the twins don't even remember him, they don't remember how much dad loved them, or how he wished they'd stay small forever. I'll never forget his screams, the desperation in his voice when mum snatched me away. I didn't want to leave him. we locked up any aethograph of dad from that time. we didn't want to remember dad like that, we didn't want to be burdened with those memories. but there was another reason why we stored those away—in almost every aethograph, there's a shadow."

[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)

[theshittiesttriangle]

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