#for my next three days

[sunmontuewrites]

Weekend To-Do Listy-list

3-day weekend and I want to get my vegetable garden up and going this weekend, as well as the regular household chores which are never ending. Hmm. Might make myself biscotti. I LIKE biscotti, where as last weekend I made banana cake and I am not a fan of banana cake. 😅

5.15pm, and I am home. Got an active-resting weekend planned and am feeling energetic and excited to have three days at home.

d20 of Doom - decision making

Write 250 words (+20)

Load of washing / Fold 10 pieces of washing (+1)

Clean toilet

Water plants + trim

Write 250 words

Load of washing / Fold 10 pieces of washing (+5)

Dust bedroom (+6)

Dust dining room (+7)

Dye hair (+8)

Write 250 words (+9)

Load of washing / Fold 10 pieces of washing (+10)

Dust lounge (+11)

Cat litter tray (+12)

Manicure / Pedicure

Write 250 words (+14)

Load of washing / Fold 10 pieces of washing (+15)

Change sheets on bed (+16)

Facial (+17)

Dust and tidy/clean end room (+18)

Write 250 words

EVENTS

Go to Gardens for cultural event

Vegetable garden weeded and planted out

Make almond and dark chocolate biscotti

Go and cut dad's hair

Buy cat biscuits

Buy new steering wheel cover

Standard chores

Morning routine - Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Evening routine - Friday / Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Go for a walk - Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Breakfast - Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Lunch - Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Dinner - Friday / Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Moisturise - Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Clean CPAP machine

Hubs & Kids

Mow the lawn

Change sheets on their beds

Clean cat feeders

Mirrors and basins

Vacuum

Shower

Mop floors

Wash cars?

Weeding

Water blasting?

DnD game

Creative goals

Friday - 1k / 2k

Saturday - 1k / 2k / 3k

Sunday - 1k / 2k / 3k / 4k / 5k

Monday - 1k / 2k / 3k / 4k / 5k / 6k / 7k

StT chapter

250 words on Thermodynamics

250 words on FFSD

SoS chapter

Another thing updated

Another thing updated

Sketch - Friday / Saturday / Sunday / Monday

Water colour x 3

Download Wacom tablet software

Do a sketch in Krita

[batman-gif]

Gerard way strong in a way I'll never be because if I showed up at 8 goddamn am on a crisp Monday morning to my music video shoot for a song about my deep and complicated grief for my grandma and I walked into that church and unplanned uncoordinated they had the same casket as my actual grandmothers funeral I'd leave that band and never come back

[a-sketchy]

potatoes of indeterminate size

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[pixlokita]

Another trade/ collab this time a crossover between @cookieruma29 ‘s vengeful Evan AU and into the ballpit AU✨

[tordoise-x3]

IM SO SCARED 😞

[elany]

Yk what I want? I want a very early stages post canon labrumisu, but from Chilchuck's POV.

Imagine mister 'interparty romance is the devil' visiting court just to see these three circling each other like a pack of uniquely unhinged cats. And of course he sees it immediately, he's nothing if not perceptive and he's seen this happen so, so many times before. Kabru is hardly subtle in his fascination with Laios, who trusts him in turn more than nearly anybody else. He can see how close Mithrun and Kabru still are, even when there's little reason for the former captain to even stay in Melini. He can see where this is going. And he can see the disaster it's gonna end up in.

So he's just staring at them in horror, trying to figure out what in the world the dynamic here even is and glaring daggers at Kabru all the while for seemingly being the linchpin of this entire bullshit situation. King, his adviser and a fucking foreign noble?? Who thought THAT was a good idea! Is nobody else seeing this?? (no lol) Why is nobody objecting to this politically unsound love triangle that could literally ruin the kingdom they've only just established??

The anger! The distress! The despair when he first sees Laios getting all giddy when Mithrun so much as talks to him. Because hell, now he can't even blame the entire situation on one pretty boy insisting on having fingers in every possible pie, on political and personal level both!

And then they just. Quietly get together. All three of them. And Chil's just watching from the sidelines in complete bafflement because he's invented infinite worst case scenarios for how this will implode in all of their faces and destroy their friend group and topple the entire country and--

Instead they do. This. He'd be relieved if he wasn't so goddamn mad that he's spent months worrying about this shit just for them to resolve it in the least dramatic way possible.

Fuck this, he's taking a holiday.

[eternatuslesbian]

hi i'm mihai and i'm going to need some help coveting rent this month. most of my recent paycheck went towards paying bills, groceries, and putting gas in my car and the rest of it is going towards an oil change i can no longer put off. on top of that, due to my coworker not doing his job, my hours (as well as his) are going to be cut for the next few weeks. i'm hoping to be able to find a second job in the meantime but right now i need some help making sure i'm able to pay rent this month!

right now i'm going to set my goal for $300 to give myself a little buffer room next paycheck to be able to get cat food and cat litter. anything helps, ty!

$0/$300

[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day twelve- favourite game

Skyward sword! My favourite game forever :)) The duets with Fi are by far my favourite gameplay aspect and recurring scenes in the game.

The music is The Ballad of the Goddess with Link's harp accompaniment. I played through on three different instruments like fifteen times, and checked every note on ocarina before I carved it. So. It's very accurate. Close ups of the music +my reference because yes

Also I replaced the treble clef with the triforce

:)

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 31 - scars // monsterfucking - pt. 2

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

poly!141 x f!witch!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.6k, mostly more Halloween party fluff, unwanted attention from annoying, nice guy, coworker Brandon (borrowed from charliemwrites), alcohol/drunkenness mention, vague magical elements, reader is vaguely threatened with violence/worse but nothing comes of it, kissing. no sex in this part.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass, @jaguarthecat

“Grab some food and drinks, you guys!” you said swirling away as your playlist ended, filling the room with silence. “Everything is on the table in the dining room. You all know where the bathrooms are, and the fire is going out back!”

Being a hostess really did suck sometimes. All you wanted to do right now was hang out with your friends (okay mostly your four guys), but alas, the music wasn’t going to curate itself. You just hoped that everyone, especially Ghost, would acclimate to the busy, party atmosphere. 

Unfortunately, this was also when your most annoying coworker, whom you didn’t even want to invite, Brandon, decided to hover around you. 

“What music are you gonna play?” he asked as he cozied up uncomfortably close to you, a beer he did not bring swirling in his hand.

“Just putting on a playlist,” you said, stepping into the corner of the room with your tablet, trying to type and escape him at the same time, “Nothing special.”

“You should just let me pick it,” he said following you, drunk, smarmy smile spreading across his face that made your stomach curdle. “You know how much everyone loves my music at work-”

“Okay!” you said shoving the tablet into his hands as you darted away. It was a small price to pay to get him off your ass. 

You rushed away into the dining room, taking a breath and calming down before making a round to check if anything needed to be refreshed or put away as you grazed. You were happy to see all of the guys had found their way to the food. Soap was shoveling down Brandon’s almost untouched deviled egg pyramid. Shuffling them from hand to mouth in an efficient assembly line. You snorted, glad someone was finally eating them.

Ghost was standing over the punch, staring into the solo cup in his hand. Your eyes met across the table. You wanted to laugh at his pleading eyes, but instead you flounced over, grabbing a novelty pumpkin print straw out of the jar for him.

“Here,” you said pointing the silly thing in the area of his mouth. 

Once he took it in his grubby, wrapped hand, you averted your eyes and walking away to keep from giggling as he put one end in his cup and threaded the other under the gauze. 

Thankfully, you ran into Price talking to two more of your neighbors in the sitting room. They were a young couple from down the street. She was dressed as a black cat, her costume-less fiancé had her kitty ear headband on, except they were cocked drunkenly to one side of his head. Seeing his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders made a spike of jealousy rise in your stomach. They all laughed as Price finished the end of his story, and the feeling faded.

“This real, love?” Price asked, gently palming a crystal ball decorating the top of a stack of antique books on various creepy subjects like the occult and Victorian mysticism. 

“Ah, yeah!” you replied, swallowing your bite of cheese. “Saw it in an antique shop and, you know me,” you said with a nervous laugh, “Love all this spooky stuff.”

“Magic, creatures . . .” he said looking around the room. You squirmed, sweating under your felt hat. He had seen most of your house. He knew how you decorated. It was no surprise. Why was he so curious now? “Fascinate you, do they?” he said settling his blue-eyed stare on you. 

“It’s so cool how you fixed up this old house,” the girl said dreamily, ignoring Price, as she leaned back against her guy. 

“Yeah, we all thought it was creepy until you moved in,” he said, most of his attention focused down on his half-asleep girlfriend. “Haunted or somethin’,”

You laughed nervously again. “I guess that’s why it was so cheap!” you said, trying not to stare as Price ran his hand over the stack of books, reading their titles with interest. 

Before they could continue the conversation, you heard the backdoor slam shut. You pulled away, making your excuses to check on the fire. 

You shivered as you hopped down the porch steps, wind whipping up a clatter of crunchy leaves as you passed the tool shed. You hated that thing. Even the basement, with all it's cobwebs and clunking old pipes didn’t make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end like that leaning old wooden box, tucked under a scraggly, dying tree. It was stupid, you’ve lived here for almost six months now, and you’ve hung out alone by the fire-pit near the back of your property countless times, but that thing still terrified you for some reason. 

Even after performing your janky, amateur, “blessing” ritual from your book, it still bothered you. You were new to this whole “witch thing” though. Maybe this was out of your element. Maybe you should call someone else in to handle it, which, to be honest, you definitely were not going to do. You were a big girl, you’ve handled everything life has thrown at you so far.

You’ve had successes with the small bits of magic you’ve done so far. Like the protection potion you put in the punch. That seemed to have worked . . . a bit. What you were trying to convince yourself was: you were going to handle this fucking shed problem on your own. And that was that. 

You eventually made it back to the group lingering around the dying fire. Everyone was finishing up their beers before they headed out. You reminded them to at least try to toss them in the bin to make your job easier in the morning. Again, you wished you could just sit down and enjoy these last few moments with your friends, enjoying the warmth, the dancing red and orange lights, watching the smoke whirl away high into the starry night sky. 

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you headed back. There was so much to do now that the party was winding down. You kicked at the gravel with your boots, watching as it scattered off the path into the dark grass, as you absently made a list in your head. You probably have enough containers to pack away the leftover cheese and meats, but unless everyone wants to take cookies you’re going to be left with a mountain of them. The punch you could pour out, but the extra sodas and beer-

“Hey,” a weak voice beckoned you. 

You couldn’t tell who it was, but he was partially hunched over, leaning against the tree next to the shed. He sounded like he had just been sick, so squashing your fear, you dashed over to help him. 

“Brandon?” you asked, recognizing his obnoxious mustard yellow jacket from the beginning of the party. 

You had reached out your hand to touch his shoulder, but when his head jerked up at you, a look of pure malice scrawled across his face, you recoiled back.

“Yeah,” he answered bitterly, spitting on the ground between your feet as he stood. “It’s fucking me.”

He tried to take a step toward you, but he stumbled, grabbing onto the sloughing bark of the dead tree to regain his balance. In the dark, all you could see was him lurch forward, so you dashed back. You spun out of his way so quickly, you didn’t notice the shed until it hit the middle of your back, knocking the breath from you. 

He let out an evil laugh when he heard you gasp helplessly for air. You knew he was annoying, but this was a whole different and terrifying side of him. You were stuck in place, shallow breaths in and out all you could manage as he regained his footing, dusted off his jacket, and turned toward you. He wiped his mouth across his sleeve, beady, poison filled eyes narrowed in on you.

“It’s fuck-ing Bran-don,” he said, mocking your usual tone. “Brandon who does . . . fucking everything for you at work,” he spit out with a roll of his eyes, throwing out his hands, “You know that, right? Don’t even ask for a thank you, either. And I’m nice to you! So fucking nice! Unlike all those other guys you throw yourself at.” 

He fell forward against the shed, making the dilapidated thing wobble as he landed. You gasped involuntarily and, again, you were struggling for even the slightest breath. He continued his rant, crawling along the wall toward you. Your heart hammered in your chest and all you could do was watch him. It was something out of a horror movie. 

“-made food for your stupid fucking party. Just wanted to hang out with you . . . show you . . . show you how good I could be for you. Make you finally see how nice I am. Fuckin’-”

An arm slithered around your waist, pulling you away from the shed and Brandon's outstretched hand. 

“There you are, baby,” Gaz’s smooth, familiar voice purred in your ear as he hauled you up against his chest with a kiss to your cheek. “Been looking everywhere for you,” he said looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. 

If you could have spoken, you would have called him your savior. You would have screamed and cried and actually kissed him back. You would have held onto him and never let go. As it was, all you could do was gasp out his name as he rubbed at your cheeks with his cold hands. He gave you a smile before turning his piercing gaze on the drunk man behind you. 

“Brandon,” he hissed through a smile, fangs bared, “party’s over, mate. You need to leave, or,” he said with a fire-red glint in his eye, “one of us can give you ride. Choice is yours.”

You gripped onto Gaz’s vest, shivering as you heard gravel slowly crunch under his slowly retreating footsteps. You heard him mutter under his breath as he took his time leaving, Gaz continued to stand with you, though. He leaned down, pressing his chilled face to your ear to speak directly to you.

“Still looking,” he whispered, cupping your face in his hands. “Gotta make this believable, ‘kay doll?”

[arcanegifs]

This is the last time I'm going to be annoying about this, I swear.

A few examples of that I, a gifmaker, personally love seeing under the tags:

Analysis of said scene, show, or character, especially the long ones going in depth that span like 1000 words

People saying how crisp the GIFs look and how nice the coloring is THANK YOU. ILY GUYS. That's always huge praise for me.

Reacting with how emotional you got with the scene. How painful and emotional or how touching a scene is.

People making funny jokes, memes, comments, etc.

Literally ppl horny posting LMAO. It's super funny to read and I love seeing all the unhinged comments.

Seeing how much you loved the show and its characters

Things I don't like seeing under the tags. And these are just two very specific things:

How much you hate the show, how much you think a scene is bad, how much you hate a character, the ship, the creators, etc. or how much you dont like this ship anymore, calling a ship horrible because ____ reasons. OKAY! I get it! But I don't want to see that. Make your own hate post on your own blog! You're free to have an opinion on how much you hate something. Just do it on your own blog.

Asking why I leave out certain scenes out, why I decided to gif this scene, or not gif more of these characters. Sometimes, I'm just exhausted. I can overlook things. You guys don't know how draining making gifs can get to me, especially the scenes that are really long. But I do it because I LOVE Arcane, the story, and the characters, and the particular scenes that I make gifs of. I have my own biases too. Of course I’m making them first. Please, just make them yourself instead of complaining under the tags of my edits. Yes, I can see them.

Don’t get me wrong, I wholeheartedly appreciate everyone who supports and follows the blog. I want to make a million more HQ gifs of this amazing show, but sometimes, the very rare negativity can still get overwhelming, to the point where it demotivates you.

Arcane is extremely special to me because it's such a fantastic show, and that alone motivates me in trying to create more GIFs. Honestly, if it was any other fandom or show? I would've probably left already. Arcane is THAT great.

I know the block button is there. I use it too, but sometimes, the amount of effort and time you exert to create FOR FREE just isn’t worth it. And that’s why gifmakers and creators stop making things for fandom. It’s not fun anymore. It’s not worth it.

Some people think that making my style of GIFs is easy. Then great! Since you think so, then do it yourself and help create for the fandom too! I wholeheartedly encourage you to do it!

TLDR: Don't be rude on people's fanwork, especially when they are created FOR FREE. If you don’t like their fanwork, you can make them yourself.

[venterry]

sense of time is so wild like imagine being 10 or 15 a single month felt like forever and now im making plans for the next year like its tomorrow

[viserya-firstofhername]

Harry Collett for GRUMPY MAGAZINE, August 2024 A mad tea party

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5

[chetney-pockopea]

I'm feeling so normal about this you guys

[azu1as]

Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!

It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.

So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.

The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.

However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.

Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.

He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.

For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.

"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"

The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."

"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"

The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."

The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.

It snowballs from there.

All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.

The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.

Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!

On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.

Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.

Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.

It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.

The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.

And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.

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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.

'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.

"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.

Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."

He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!

"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.

Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—

"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."

—?????

"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.

"Yup. It's going to be great."

"No."

"'No'?"

Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.

...

...Oh no.

"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.

"...Sect Leader?"

Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!

The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.

"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."

Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"

Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.

If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.

And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.

((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))

"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.

But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!

"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"

[wigglys-dikrats]

i counted so you don’t have to and the fuck word is said 88 91 times in nerdy prudes must die