#WHAT A DELIGHT ON THE DASH!!!!

[gallusneve]

For one of the best Nevemancers I know @sekaithemystic

Neve Gallus ♡ Lace Harding

[lunetual]

𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 - PLAVE 'thanks to' sign-offs (source/tr.)

[essektheylyss]

Okay but for real, please download Merlin, the Cornell-based bird-logging app. It is so great. It will tell you about birds in your area. It will make you so insufferable on hikes and outings. It doesn't have any comments section so if this site gets nuked do NOT try to find me there but know that that's where I'm hanging. Having a great time birdwatching. Logging the bluejay that bullies my cats. Helping researchers track where birds are for climate change-related population monitoring. 10/10, highly recommend getting a life and doing some silly birdwatching.

[drachenherz]

multi muse blog in the universe of game of thrones / house of the dragon

 ───    #DRACHENHERZ   ─── independent and mutually exclusive writing blog, telling the stories of MARGAERY TYRELL & RHAENYRA TARGARYEN, canon divergent as well as headcanon based, crossover friendly, low activity

[ for more information check out my [ CARRD ] + the introduction post of each character; STARTER CALL ]

[ English & German, sideblogs or google docs; Threads for shorter: Please specify which character this is being sent to when you send it in. If not, I will decide for myself. ]

[crazyw3irdo]

id like the many many people who said my romeo & juliet uquiz reminded them of in stars and time to know i started playing it and hell fuckin yeah

[liesmyth]

following you is healing me of my automatic “ew” reaction to sports. sports are something that can be so fun to enjoy. even if they’re not my favorite thing

omggg I'm SO glad!!!! I think sports can be REALLY fun for so many reasons — entertainment of course, but also: celebrating athletic performances from extremely dedicated people (at all skill levels!). bringing a sense of community. being a way to channel stupid frustrations and get some serotonin. ogling hot people

and even with all that. I'm very aware that mainstream sports culture can be annoying as fuck and gatekeep-y, often in a way that feels unfriendly towards the kind of demographics that are more likely to be on tumblr dot com, and I understand why so many people on here are wary of it or just don't want to engage. It's honestly so valid. It doesn't have to be everyone's favourite thing! but I'm just really giggling twirling my hair at this message. I love that I got at least one person to go "I see now why people would be into that"

Genuinely this ask made my day ❤️

[malicious-compliance-esq]

It’s September 3 again—and all of you in the Evil Redcoat Pipeline know what that means!

Captain Jonathan Wolverton Randall, born on this day in 1705 and gone since the Battle of Culloden in April 1746. Happy birthday in the hereafter Black Jack, you absolute disaster of a man. May you get all the freely bestowed pole and hole you’re in the mood for on your special day.

[universestreasures]

Infinite (Sonic Forces)

Monster (Skillet)

Centuries (Fall Out Boy)

You're Not Me (Yu-Gi-Oh! The Movie)

I'm Back (Yu-Gi-Oh! Music to Duel By)

The Man I Used To Be (The Count Of Monte Crisco Musical)

The Edge (RWBY)

A Rarity's Birthday Day Festival 2024 🎁 (For Rose, AKA @sweetcobaltblue ) ONLY THE TAGGED BLOG MAY REBLOG!!!

Bonus (Textless header under the cut, in case you want to use it!)

[nabataprophet]

(bro i can't believe im saying this but hasha no tsurugi spoilers)

@championsblade sent:

[ Fashion Police ]

He gets a weird feeling looking at her.

Almost like some sort of déjà vu. For a moment, from across the hall, Al squints, face scrunching up in attempted recognition without a care in the world for whether anyone else notices him staring. He's pretty sure he hasn't met this girl before. Pretty sure. But for whatever reason, she catches his interest anyway.

Impulse has—unfortunately, for most he keeps company with—always been his north star.

With no reason to do otherwise, he nimbly ducks through a couple or two to close the short distance from behind. The boy trails from the right, looking her up and down, swoops left, the same, before speaking up.

"Isn't all that hard to move in?" He asks, curious, but without true judgement—the obvious question from one who showed up to the event in his daily attire.

In another life, another future, Sophia would have recognized this boy. No, perhaps she would have still had a hard time reconciling this version of him, so vibrant and full of life, with her initial impression of him.

In her memories in that future, he had been still as death, barely clinging on to life. His life had burned too bright and nearly fizzled out into ashes before burning once more. In that life, it had been her suggestion to bring such a boy back to Utopia to give him one last chance. Even if he had never stepped foot in Arcadia prior, the blood running through his veins welcomed him into the sands.

This had all happened in another life, however.

In this life, he is just an unfamiliar, if not a little excitable, boy. The only thing that connects them now is the pulse of familiar blood. Even that, though, is not all that uncommon in this foreign land. Unlike Elibe, where all the dragons she had known had been Arcadians, the dragons here had come from anywhere and everywhere.

Still, even with their shared heritage, the sudden attention is a little...

Sophia shies away under his bright gaze, "...No, I'm used to... long skirts... like this. My hair... is long, too... so I'm good at... walking carefully."

Speaking of hair, she plucks a single black feather from the end of her braid and offers it up.

"...Here."

[infernal-feminae]

"....?"

[cxldblxxded]

which aesthetic™ colour are you?

K: TANGERINE.

you, frankly, are a goddamn delight. you bring light with you wherever you go, and whether you're aware of it or not, you're the life of the party. despite your flamboyant nature, you're surprisingly soft. you give the sweetest gifts, and are probably the best amateur masseuse of your friend group. those closest to you see this softness, and love you for it. remember this when you are called "too much": there is no such thing as too much of you. people who say those things are just too small to have the space for your light. don't tone it down, just find people who will treasure every piece of you.

CAD: LAVENDER.

you have a soft heart. your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you've made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. at times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others' sadness. just remember - you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. they would want nothing less for you.

Tagged by: @fcllederage and @freak1ish !!

Tagging: @fangmother, @mystiika ( whoever ), @spungolden, @beastbitten, @hungryyheart, whoever else wants to go ham

[sweetlesson]

{I'm not participating in any events because my activity is so gosh darn sporadic, but every day I log on to the wildest dash comm and I wonder.}

[loyaltylanced]

[corrodedcoughin]

Hi it’s me again (tag anon)

Just here to snag ☀️

So I don’t have to refer to myself as tag anon anymore. Because I will be back to hype you up. That’s a threat.

I love the energy you bring to my dash, and you deserve to be reminded of that from time to time. You enjoy things with such sincerity it brightens my whole day, and I feel honored to be able to witness that enjoyment for as long as you continue to post.

-☀️

You probably picked the absolute best emoji for yourself because you ARE a day of sunshine. I mean the alternative is this guy > 🌞 and idk about you but he looks pretty suspicious

Honestly though half the time I feel like I’m just being overbearing and annoying with obnoxious tags becasur so many people are cool calm and collected. I don’t know how to convey my excitement other than all caps??? Because tone over text is impossible???? And everything has the risk of sounding passive aggressive??? So I go over the top and hope I don’t offend people I follow/reblog from/follow me :’) BUT if it makes you happy then that’s reason to keep being a goofy guy.

Tbh my guy, I come on here to be happy and look at things I like so if I can’t be weirdly excited about it where can I be???? All this to say, thank you for indulging me and reassuring me, it means the world

[nabataprophet]

@ephemeralove sent:

"Oh..." A familiar face is often a comfort, long though it may have been, and Katarina at the least certainly doesn't find Sophia to be otherwise. Though she is a bit awkward in her approach (especially with that... bell stuffed into her pocket), she still offers a small smile once she comes into speaking range.

"Sophia," she greets, bobbing her head in acknowledgement. Equipped with two glasses of water, she holds one out to the other in offering. "It's been a long night... I, ah... I hope you're keeping well." A pause; her smile widens for a moment, a faint touch of softness to her eyes. "...You look beautiful tonight."

Grey gaze falls into her cup. "A-are you collecting brooches tonight? You can have mine, if... if you want."

"...?"

When was the last time they had seen each other? At the murder mystery party? It had been a little too hectic for casual conversation considering the... um, murder, temporary though it was.

"Yes, it has been... a long night, hasn't it...?" The pounding headache she's feeling at the moment is evidence of that and the offered glass of water is a welcome reprieve. "I didn't last... very long last year, so I was hoping to last longer this year, but... these things... are a little overwhelming, aren't they?"

Oh well. Next year she'll be even more accustomed to the crowds and the sights and sounds. There is no rush to take it all in at once.

"Thank you..." Sophia murmurs, dipping her head slightly. "You too... green looks good... on you."

After a long night, she's beginning to regret tucking her brooch into the bottom of her braid. It hadn't been a problem at the beginning of the night, but now that it's been a few hours, her arms were starting to get pretty tired from hoisting her braid up again and again. Maybe in the future she would pin it somewhere a little easier to reach.

...Goodness, she's beginning to understand Fae's pain whenever she starts to molt feathers in hard to reach places.

Regardless, after a bit of struggling, she finally manages to pluck the black feather and present it to the other girl.

"...Here."

[foldingfittedsheets]

Mattresses, unbeknownst to many, are a lot like cars. Every year new ones roll out, they’re always tweaking and innovating and you’ll never find the same one you loved decades ago when buying a new one.

Where I sold mattresses had a three month return or exchange program for this reason. New beds take a while to break in, and they’re a big expense. Your body is used to the old one. So we made sure people were loving it. If a bed got returned we’d take it back, sanitize and clean it, then sell it again on clearance.

To sell these we always had to disclose what clearance meant to customers, and they had to sign that they knew what they were getting. (FYI, not every company is as… forthright about the used bed situation)

In clearance we had beds that were floor models, we had returns, and more rarely we had old models whose line had been discontinued. These clearance beds were always final sale, so a bed could only be sold twice.

Now, the manager at the store I was working at had realized a vital fact. Clearance beds in the warehouse didn’t sell, especially old models that salespeople weren’t familiar with. And even more especially in odd sizes, like twin extra longs. So he set up a split king on the showroom floor to exhibit clearance beds, pulling all those forgotten twin extra longs out onto the showroom.

Almost all of these were brand new discontinued models. Beds I’d never learned in training were exhumed to be displayed. The manufacturers had moved on to new lines and they’d been left behind. Why would he take such in interest in selling old stock, you might wonder? Because we made double commission on the sales margin of clearance beds, and if we’d had a bed long enough they dropped the cost in the system so it was a fucking cash cow to sell these. Even with huge discounts the commissions were wonderful so it was a win win.

When I got started I was jazzed about this program, I was so on board to sell weird old brand new beds and make a ton of money. I had a wonderful older couple come in, looking for a split king adjustable set. This was a white whale sale.

The current clearance models on the floor were a latex mattress that was brand new despite being of an age to start first grade, and a tempurpedic floor model. The couple laid down and it was like magic. They each loved the bed they’d laid down on. They wanted to buy the whole shebang.

I. Was. Thrilled. I told them about the clearance program and what that meant, and they weren’t bothered in the least. I wrote up the sale then dashed into the back, fizzing with excitement to tell my manager what I’d done.

“You sold the death bed?!” He asked in delight.

I pulled up short, my smile freezing in place. “What…?”

“Didn’t you check the notes?”

I hesitated for a long beat then slowly shook my head. You see, dear reader, all beds had a personal history. Every clearance bed had logs written up by the person who took the return, as well as warehouse crew after sanitizing. It helped us know what to expect when selling them. “Wasn’t it just a floor model? You said it was a floor model…”

He slowly shook his head. I checked the notes.

It turned out, it had been sold as a floor model. The first time. But the company had made an exception and taken it back as a return two months later. Why? Because it’s owner had passed away.

I stared at the computer in horror and my manager shrugged. “They signed the clearance form. Technically it was a floor model.”

“We know for a fact that a man died in that bed!”

“What they don’t know can’t haunt them,” he said philosophically.

The man came back a week later for more sheets, utterly delighted to tell me how well they were sleeping. I clamped my teeth down around the secret of the deathbed, choosing to let them love their new bed without the stigma. Only one person would be haunted by that deathbed, and it was me.