#founding february

[texasbama]

Yooo…I’m speechless. Omg.

Full article can be found here

[sketch-cat]

Whitestone winters

[avocados-of-law]

"A family is just people who care about each other more than anything else, right?" -Tails, Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog

Happy Family Day

[2000ghosts]

february 3, 2008

[cheatingtime]

[cloveringcalber]

Happy valentines day or soemthign

I hate drawing gary

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

Gen Art Februari: Goodbye - Sprig & Anne 🌱💛

They make me want to bawl my eyes out tbh 😭 I love Amphibia sm 💗💗💗

[rocknrollsalad]

rating: gen cw: deadbeat dads, school, workplace injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of loss of body parts tags: al munson is a shitty dad, wayne munson is the best dad, pre-teen eddie, they're doing their best, eddie's a brat but it's developmentally appropriate word count: 1620

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“What are your days off?” 

The question came as soon as Wayne said “Hello”. Nothing in response, no clues as to who it was, just the question coming like Wayne had interrupted someone else’s conversation. Of course, he knew exactly who it was. Not only from the voice but the approach. 

Eddie had never been one for waiting or formalities and he was practically a teenager now so the impatience only seemed to worsen. If Wayne had enough hair to go gray, he was sure it would be white and all because of Eddie. 

“The weekend. If you need me to come and get you, I got plenty of time and Marty’s on tonight so if I’m a little late he’ll be fine.” 

“I don’t need you to come and get me.” The “I’m not a baby was barely implied. Wayne could hear Eddie physically stop himself from adding it. 

“Al there?” 

“No.” Again, Eddie reacted in a way that didn’t fit the question. 

Wayne was starting to put some pieces together. Not the purpose of the call. Eddie was annoyed with the questions but wasn’t offering any clarification either. Wayne would lay good money down that his brother had been gone for a while. Well past the day he said he’d return. 

It had Wayne doing the math, to see if he really could make it out there and back before he had to clock in and how much time would have to stop at the store. The phone cord didn’t allow for much pacing, but there was a well-worn groove in the kitchen floor from many other calls like this that Wayne slipped right into. 

“Water and electricity still on?” 

“God, yes. Will you stop acting like I’m five? You know I know how to get power from the neighbors anyway.” 

“Don’t do that, though. Call me first, then we can resort to theft.” 

“Ugh, dad’s right, you’re always ruining the fun.” 

Oh, so Al hadn’t been gone long. Wayne was wrong. Which meant a much better chance that there was still food in the house. Meaning a trip out there could wait a few days. Letting out a slow breath, Wayne looked out the small window over the kitchen sink. 

He was ready to scramble all available troops to respond to an “emergency” here and it was all for nothing. It’d take a few moments to bring his heart rate back down and stop processing every variable. 

Worry stayed though. Eddie needed something and had nowhere else to turn but a man a solid forty-five minute drive out. It didn’t matter how many times Wayne offered the room up, Eddie insisted on staying out there. Not that Wayne thought it’d offer much relief for himself but at least less frantic drives. 

“Yeah, yeah. How dare I try and keep you from jail. What an asshole,” Wayne scoffed, meeting Eddie’s attitude with some of his own. 

“Alright, whatever. I gotta go.” 

“Ed,” Wayne scrubbed a hand over his face and said a quick prayer. He needed all the help he could get to remember this was his nephew and not the brother he’d spent half a life fighting with. Eddie didn’t know better, he was doing what he saw but it pushed all the same buttons. “Why did you need to know my days off?” 

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter, they’re the wrong days.” 

“Typically they’re the good ones, boy. Why don’t I come pull you from school early on Friday and you can spend the weekend out here?” 

“I don’t want to. Dad’s gonna be back on Sunday and we’re getting pizza.” 

That stab to the heart was enough to hunch Wayne’s shoulders. Both he and Eddie knew that Al wouldn’t be back this Sunday, possibly not next Sunday. As hard as it was, Wayne made a few sounds to say he understood. This would be the time or something. 

“Alright well, why you calling for my work schedule then?” 

“Nothing, it’s stupid and you can’t do it so it doesn’t matter. It’s dumb.” 

“I’m not going to ask again, Ed.” There was a warning in Wayne’s tone that he didn’t like to use but felt necessary. 

For a few seconds, at least. The silence on the other end had Wayne regretting his choice. He was too harsh. He tried to be easy on the kid, none of this was his fault, but he needed to know where the lines were or else he really would end up like his dad. 

Since Wayne took a bit of the blame for Al, he was trying to improve this go around but it was easy. He didn’t know anything about raising kids and really hadn’t learned much between Al and Eddie here. He wasn’t supposed to be the parental type. 

Sounding a bit more like the child he was and less like a delinquent fighting with a cop, Eddie finally spoke again. “There’s a career day on Thursday, it’s totally stupid but everyone’s dads are coming.” 

Sucking in a breath, Wayne felt that stab again and went to sit down. He had to proceed with caution here, obviously, Eddie was already struggling with this. Wayne didn’t want to make it worse. 

Eddie didn’t share the same sentiment and filled the silence. Something that was usually facts about medieval Europe or he was big into aliens right now. 

“All the other kids keep saying that no one is coming for me and that my dad doesn’t even love me enough to stick around, he’s not coming to the school. And, like, my dad loves me. They just don’t get it that he’s gotta do stuff. We can’t eat air.” 

“Okay, kid, but–” 

“They’re all just jealous because I don’t have anyone telling me to do things.” 

“Now that makes sense,” Wayne said, thankful Eddie couldn’t see the wince on his face or the way he had to swallow the lie with a lump in his throat. 

“I got detention all week for trying to punch Ricky Demchuck because he wouldn’t stop.” 

“What have I told you?” 

“I just got so mad,” Eddie ran the words together, reliving the moment. 

Again, Wayne left a bit of silence. He couldn’t bring himself to yell at the kid. Wayne would have done the same in his shoes. Except Wayne knew he’d have done more than try…and got more than detention. 

“My job is pretty boring, not sure it’ll help.” 

“You could tell them about that guy who lost his hand.” 

And like that, Wayne heard his nephew. Not a bitter and sad kid trying to be an adult but the Eddie that came out when things were comfortable for a bit. It also reminded Wayne that eleven year olds would love the horror stories from the plant. If he toned down the language and tried to work in a lesson about safety, he’d be a hit. The stories had worked with Eddie for years now. 

“What time do I gotta be there?” 

“Noon, I think. After lunch! We’ll be in the gym, not our classroom.” 

Wayne didn’t know where the classroom was. The gym was a maybe but there’d be other adults. 

“Sarah and Michelle are bringing their granddad and Donovan’s bringing his brother who’s a soldier,” Eddie stopped himself there but there was more. Likely the whole roster of guests. 

“So an uncle won’t even be that lame,” Wayne said, trying to laugh. 

“An uncle would be so cool!” Eddie missed the joke and that was probably for the best. “Will you really tell them about that guy’s hand? Even the bloody parts?” 

It was so easy to picture Eddie, sitting on the couch with an excitement that neither Wayne or Al had ever shown for anything, it had to have come from Eddie’s mom. Those big eyes and rabid smile, waiting to hear more, was something Wayne hoped for every visit. Hell, it was why Eddie knew the story to begin with. 

“I might have to tone down some of the blood, not all kids can handle that. Y’know, not all adults can either now that I think about it. Wouldn’t want to stress out your teacher.” 

Eddie laughed and Wayne knew things were going to be okay. What was losing a bit of sleep to make the kid happy? 

“That’s even better! I bet you could make Mrs. Woolbright scream!” 

“I’m not going to torture your teachers.” 

“They torture me,” Eddie snapped back so quickly it was like he’d set everything up just to say that. 

“Yeah, yeah. Must be tough having to do all that schoolwork,” Wayne laughed. “Look, I’ll be at your school at noon so mind your p’s and q’s until then, yeah? I’m not driving all that way to learn you been suspended. And maybe I can get me one of them school lunches.” 

Eddie groaned and told Wayne the teen years were way closer than he wanted them to be. “Fine-ah.” 

“And don’t just eat cereal for dinner tonight.” 

“Jesus Christ, Uncle Wayne. All the time you’re telling me not to eat cereal. I know, I know. I gotta go, okay? I got some stuff to do.” 

“Well sorry for keeping ya, boy. See you on Thursday.” 

Much like the call started, it ended without a word. Wayne repeated that he’d be there for Eddie and got a dial tone in return. As weird as it was, it spared a lot of awkward silences that Wanye was thankful for. 

He went and put the career day on his calendar and carried on with his day. If he was going to do one thing for that kid, it would be showing up. Never mind lame stories or a boring job, he’d be there. Always. 

[yume-fanfare]

angels

[noodles-07]

on february and making it through the dark times

franz kafka / noah kahan, northern attitude / nicolas martin / jihyun yun / @/dailyprompts / @/sagent-of-chaos on tumblr / @/dk-thrive / bertol brecht / margaret atwood / mine / hadestown, doubt comes in / vincent van gogh / u/rocksatthemoon on reddit / blixemi, I'll be complete / franz wright / @/bestofgentleearth on tumblr / david hettinger / u/peter_holloway on reddit / noah kahan, northern attitude / mary oliver

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

A table over Robespierre’s activity at the Convention, Jacobin club and Committee of Public Safety from his election to this last body up until his death, as given by volume 10 of Oeuvres complètes de Robespierre, volume 5-15 of Recueil des actes du comité de salut public, Correspondance de Maximilien et Augustin Robespierre (1910) and Rapport au nom de la Commission des vingt-un, crée par décret du 7 nivôse, an III, pour l’examen de la conduite des Représentans du Peuple Billaud-Varennes, Collot d’Herbois et Barère, membres de l’ancien Comité de Salut Public, et Vadier, membre de l’ancien comité de Sûreté générale (1795):

Red - amount of interventions made at the National Convention. Green - amount of interventions made at the Jacobin club. Blue - amount of decrees signed at the Committee of Public Safety. — - Robespierre is recorded to have been present at the CPS, but without signing any documents there.

Out of the 83 interventions made by Robespierre at the Convention during this period, seven were bigger reports/speeches written by him (November 17, December 5, December 25 1793, February 5, May 7, June 8, July 26 1794). As can be seen, these speeches are often preceded by a rather long period of silence.

Out of the 607 CPS decrees signed by Robespierre, 83 were also drafted by him, while 40 have his signature only on them.* The subject which these decrees appear to occupy themselves the most with is arrests (20 drafted himself [1], 19 signed alone [2]) and liberations (11 drafted himself [3]). Another 19 of the decrees Robespierre had drafted himself were letters to different representatives on mission. [4]

*I’ve here reached a different conclusion than Peter McPhee, who on page 193 of his Robespierre: a revolutionary life (2010) writes: ”Of the 542 decrees of the Committee of Public Safety signed by Robespierre, 124 were written in his own hand, and these along with the 47 others that he signed first were largely to do with policing and arrests.”

[1] On August 22, August 28, September 7, September 27, October 4, October 12, October 22, November 2, November 4, November 27, December 15, December 29, December 31, March 17 (two arrests), March 18, March 29 (two arrests), April 14, May 22.

[2] On September 9, June 19 (seven arrests), June 24 (two arrests), June 25 (four arrests), June 29 (three arrests), June 30 (two arrests)

[3] On October 29, November 4, November 22, December 16, January 18, February 7, March 18, March 25, April 14, April 15, May 7.

[4] On October 12, October 13 (four letters), October 27, October 28, November 2, November 3, November 4 (two letters), undated November, December 10, December 31, January 8 (three letters), May 14, May 25.

[mossypidder]

MERMAY 2024 MAIN CAST- look at my stupid, idiot little children, I love them so much. If I can keep up, this year is gonna be fun; I have angsty plots >:3

MerMay 2024 Masterpost

Relative size reference and anatomical ramblings below cut.

Here’s a vague size comparison thing for all of them. And a human for perspective

I really, desperately want to make an illustrated guide to my merfolk lore, because it’s extensive and I’m really proud of it. But that sounds slightly overwhelming, so idk, but here are some random scraps that pertain to these four. My fish mers aren’t allowed to have hair; they have a variety of different fins on their head to mimic it instead. Oviparous fish (e.g. remora) lay their eggs and their mer counterparts do likewise, and therefore don’t have nipples and/or breasts. Eggs of ovoviviparous fish (e.g. manta ray) hatch shortly before giving birth and do not consume anything resembling milk, so their mer counterparts do not have nipples and/or breasts. Viviparous fish (e.g. lemon shark) essentially nurse when in the womb, so their mer counterparts nurse after having given birth and have nipples and/or breasts. Mammals (e.g. monk seal) are self explanatory.

Also most animals hatch or are born with navels, because even in eggs, there’s a cord from the embryo to the yolk sack. Oviparous and ovoviviparous creatures just tend to be better at healing the scar. However, I’ve decided that mers are not as good at healing the scar, and thus, have bellybuttons.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[ninadove]

Feligami February 2025 💜🦚❤️🐉

Day 20: Waltz

A contrapuntal poem with an equal number of syllables on each side… Two people coming together for a dance or a lifetime… And a picture of the sunset from my window as the background! Let’s pretend it’s the Representation sunrise. 🌅

AO3 link here and alt text below:

Felix:

Come with me. I've learnt,

In these white halls,

Where hope is found.

To be broken

Means to be changed —

Reforged like rings,

Glowing anew.

So we'll be soft.

Let's learn to fly;

I'll hold your hand.

Kagami:

I am a monster,

Searching for love

I don't deserve.

Wiping off blood.

Your smile remains,

Bright as the sun.

Hearts can be sharp

When they've been crushed —

I'll take the jump

If you hold mine.

Both:

Come with me. I've learnt // I am a monster

In these white halls, // searching for love

Where hope is found. // I don't deserve

To be broken. // Wiping off blood

Means to be changed; // your smile remains,

Reforged like rings, // bright as the sun,

Glowing anew. // Hearts can be sharp,

So we’ll be soft. // When they've been crushed —

Let’s learn to fly; // I'll take the jump,

I’ll hold your hand // if you hold mine.

[2000ghosts]

february 3, 2008

[butchsophiewalten]

the sims

[starlightkun]

part of the strawberry sunday universe, dryad!jaemin, human!reader, summer camp counselors au, strangers to lovers ── in which you and jaemin end up as lead co-counselors at camp pineleaf this summer, and it's hard to deny that you two seem to just click. he thinks it's your great chemistry, but you know better. and by the time you realize what's happening, it's too late to try to keep him at arm's length