#Sponsored Work

[lexlawuk]

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[merrigel]

Sometimes your buddy tells you to do smth with your OCs and things spiral out of control?? (song is Lost Library by Louie Zong!)

[hamletthedane]

Imagine telling somebody in 1995 that one day, Snoop Dog and Flavor Flav would both be beloved American icons highly associated with the Olympic Games. With Snoop acting as an official NBC commentator and carrying the actual Olympic torch in his 50s.

They would look at you like you were absolutely insane. What an incredible world we live in

[xexedraws]

Remember to keep your deer strapped down to the bed at night to avoid lethal jump scares (ง ◉ _ ◉)ง

[ohposhers]

Floyd but hes sponsored by mountain dew frost bite after i accidentally defaulted to my non-troll style while drawing him

i was originally going to do all of brozone in different mtn dew palette pinups for funzies but i lost steam so you guys get the shitpost i made when i was trying to decide on palettes instead

[pothame]

THAMEPO EPISODE 2

[insertdisc5]

i got a TourBox Shortcut Machine. i love it very much. here is my experience with the TourBox Shortcut Machine For Artists (not sponsored by TourBox)

[hoasuso]

honestly i think jihye would like seeing herself in the trailer

[destiel-news-channel]

[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'I need y'alls help!' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]

This is kind off a long shot, but sometimes the internet just knocks my socks of with its combined effort and helpfulness, so I decided I'd just try!

For years my father has been searching for a very specific CD of a very obscure German Metal band called Steel Protector.

The album is called "Metal is back" and it was self published about 20 years ago. I absolutely adore their second (and last) album "Metal will never rust" too and thus have also been trying to acquire the album. Sadly it seems that my dad and I have exhausted all possible leads and ways to get to the album, so I wanted to ask you all, if you could help me find it (or maybe someone who would be willing to make a copy of their CD)? Because I know how happy it would make my father, if we finally found this album I would be incredibly happy if you shared and reblogged (likes sadly don't do anything) this and gave me any tips on how to maybe get my hands on the album! Thank you so much!

Here is a picture of the album cover:

[Image ID: A low resolution picture of an album cover. In the top left corner the name "Steel Protector" is written. The picture on the cover is focused on a metal tube from above with a cartoon-y bee added so that it looks like the bee is leaving the tube. In the background there are some plants, it seems like the image was takes in someones garden, as there seems to be a black bucket filled with dirt in the upper half. In the low left corner there are some light pink flowers and on the right is a white object which seems to have the letters 'COE' written on it. /End ID]

[liberaljane]

Reproductive labor is work -- typically designated to women -- that is required to sustain human life. It's unpaid, and is often invisible or unnoticed.

This includes tasks like cooking, cleaning, caring for children and more necessary to raise future generations. It's time to bring visibility to this labor, and acknowledge it for what it is: work. Far too many women and fems take on the bulk of household and domestic tasks in addition to having full time jobs -- also known as the 'second shift.' It's time to end gender inequality at home.

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* * Image description: Digital illustration of six parents doing different jobs related to chestfeeding. Around the circle shows, 'pumping, bottle warming, feeding, cleaning, storage and burping.' In the center there is text that reads, 'every mom is a working mom.'

[lexlawuk]

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[hyakunana]

Sponsor Switch!

[ontherunnt]

Boyfriend!Simon won't let you overwork yourself

pairing: Simon Riley x reader

wc: 1082

warnings: none c:

Simon admired your determination. While he’d never been entirely clueless when it came to school, he was never a gold-star student, nor did he ever care to be. He showed up, did his work, and dragged himself back home. He understood the material, got good enough grades to pass, and was satisfied with it. 

For a mind like his, the military made sense. His brain had to analyse, integrate, refocus, and adapt in a matter of seconds. He could predict a strike or dodge bullets that hadn’t been fired yet, but the papers laid out on your dining table made his brain feel like his neurons had committed collective suicide. 

You looked horrible, and he meant that in the nicest way possible. 

There were dark shadows beneath your eyes, testament to the many sleepless nights you’d subjected your body to for the past two weeks. There was a faint tremor in your fingers that no one would notice, save for the man who happened to know you better than you knew yourself. You sat slouched on the chair like your spine had given up on supporting you and your body had yet to catch up. There was a mug next to your laptop, but the drink looked so forgotten it had practically grown cobwebs. 

He looked at the clock above the stove—four in the morning, on the dot. Outside, your street was dark. Inside, every single light was on. 

Simon padded into the dining room wearing nothing but a loose pair of grey joggers that had lived in your drawer since you first met. Despite the faint drizzle hitting the window, his body was warm from lying under your duvet. The two of you had gone to bed hours ago—supposedly. He didn’t know when you’d snuck out, only that he woke up and the only thing between his arms was your pillow.

You didn’t notice him until he planted himself right in front of you. By the time you finally looked up from the screen, hands still hovering over the keyboard of your laptop, Simon was tempted to hit you on the back of the head and get it over with, but you looked too over the edge already. 

He couldn’t get a word out before your lip quivered.

“I’m so tired,” you breathed out, voice utterly broken. “This guy—he’s useless, Si. He won’t answer my texts, he keeps using Wikipedia as his only source, and he doesn’t even know how to use citations. I was paired with a toddler.”

Simon walked over behind you, leaning forward with his eyes set on the screen. He gripped the edge of the table with one hand while the other rested on your shoulder, fingers warm on your cold skin. The words on the file made no sense to him—he’d always known you were smart, but it became even more apparent now that he stared at words that meant nothing to him. It could’ve been another language and he’d have no clue. He hummed once.

“Is it backed up?”

You turned your head to look at him, mouth inches away from his cheek. “What? The file?”

He nodded his head, still staring at the screen. 

“Yeah,” you replied, confused. 

His question made sense only when he slammed your laptop shut. You opened your mouth to say something—probably cuss him out—but he stopped you by crashing his lips against yours. He tasted like sleep, you tasted like peppermint tea. 

When he pulled away, you pouted at him. He smirked at the sight.

“Alright,” he jerked his chin toward your bedroom door. “You’re done.”

You sighed loud and deeply, like the entire weight of the world rested on your shoulders. “I can’t.”

“Not askin’,” he shrugged his shoulders as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll do whatever that muppet was supposed to do. I’ll learn to play the bloody violin if that’s what you need.”

You sniffed, the sound mixing with a sad, not convincing chuckle. “You’d do a better job.”

“Nice to have a backup plan if I get discharged.”

You dragged a hand down your face. “I’ve been sitting here so long my legs turned to spaghetti.”

He didn’t ask. He leaned down and slid one arm under your knees, the other under your arm. You’d been together long enough to stop arguing with him about it—I can carry Johnny and Garrick at the same time, I sure as hell can carry you, he always said.  You nuzzled his warm skin as you wrapped both arms around his neck. He used his elbow to turn off all the lights, the darkness not hindering him in the slightest when it came to navigating your flat.

“The semester’s almost over,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Then I won’t see that guy ever again.”

He ignored the shiver that seemed to run through his entire spine at your soft touch, one he still wasn’t sure he deserved. He kicked the door open, instantly swarmed with the scent of that candle of yours you only ever lit when he visited between deployments. 

“There’s still next semester,” he added, entirely unhelpful. 

He didn’t need the light to see you stare daggers at him. “You’re a real charmer, Simon.”

Simon’s laugh—an unfamiliar sound he only knew when you were around—bubbled from his chest. He lowered you on your side of the bed, quickly marching over to his side. 

Once he covered you both with the duvet, all the exhaustion you’d been pushing to the side washed over your body like warm water. He pulled you closer to him, arm wrapped around your middle, the other under your neck. 

Your back hit his chest, drawing a soft sigh from you. His hand covered yours, his lips against your ear. He could feel your energy seep through your pores, slowly easing all the tension in your bones and causing your body to go limp between his arms.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, brief as it was tender. “If that wanker doesn’t do his job, I’ll kill him.”

Despite the exhaustion, you laughed—tired, but genuine. “Murder isn’t all that common in my line of work, Si.”

He closed his eyes, letting his body rest now that you were pressed against him again. “Fine. I’ll just rough him up a bit.”

Simon didn’t need to see your face—he could hear your smile, loud and clear. 

[boredbakedbeans]

class divide & struggle in haikyuu

haikyuu twitter has brought up the theme of class struggle in hq and it really got me thinking just how subtle and effective furudate is in portraying class divide throughout the story.

hinata is introduced riding a bike, seeing volleyball through a store TV (not his own like Hoshiumi, Ushijima, Kageyama), and years later he's still riding a bike up and down a mountain every day for an hour to get to school and practice. how the gyms in the public schools like nekoma and karasuno have stages because they're multipurpose, as opposed to the specific volleyball facilities that shiratorizawa and other private schools have. the bond that nekoma and karasuno have as being the public schools in their prefectures, being known as "scavengers", taking what they can get and fighting tooth and nail for it. THE DUMPSTER BATTLE.

Shiratorizawa Academy vs. Karasuno High. almost every other school (aoba johsai, shiratorizawa, kamomedai) having non-volleyball team-specific tracksuits and merch, while karasuno wears the generic "ics" athletic wear. star players like ushijima and hirugami having family that played pro-volleyball and got them started from a young age in professional spaces.

daichi's nightmare about the basketball team overtaking their gym and not letting them practice. kageyama noticing right away that the floors in the all-japan youth camp weren't wooden. takeda working overtime to try to get gyms reserved, practice matches organized, buses rented out. ukai still working at his grocery store his entire first year coaching karasuno (suggesting that karasuno couldn't afford to pay him enough).

karasuno having to adjust to the lights and the height of the ceiling at nationals, when all the other teams were used to it. karasuno renting out that little old inn for nationals, right next to the giant, 25-floor hotel that other teams were staying in. inarizaki intimidating their opponents with their huge student section, affording to literally transfer an entire student BAND from hyogo to tokyo.

it's the reason that there's something specifically annoying about ushijima when we first meet him, something off-putting as we see hinata and kageyama watching shiratorizawa practicing for the first time in their fancy gym at their huge school. something infuriating about hearing ushijima talk down to hinata and basically dismiss karasuno as a threat entirely. when ushijima says aoba johsai is "infertile soil", hinata thinks, if they are infertile soil, then I Am Hinata Shoyo from the Concrete. and our concrete school, despite all odds, despite lack of resources and funding and reputation, will still beat you. i don't have what you have and yet i will still make it to the top!!!!!!!

[mooncakebun]

Drew a Xie Lian yesterday to let off some steam after work. 🙏

Sketch on paper with digital adjustments.

[kurogoesinthedas]

*gently touches screen* my son is back