#hobbies are not activism

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

best thing about batman is that he's a superficially grimdark character, gothic & brooding & angst ridden etc..........but then it turns out he has a million hobbies, regularly goes on adventures with his besties, and has a dozen adopted kids he's raising with his devoted foster dad. good for him

[candyguts336]

As first post of this blog, I shall share the many drawings and scribbles of Welcome Home! They’re quite old, like from last year to today, haha🏠

(Unlike the first one, I had to organize the ones I liked since they were pure practices that I made along the way. You can tell that I had lots of fun!)

[itssimplythesims]

Titleist Golf Bag

This premium leather golf bag provides the perfect balance of innovative caddie features, a timeless look, and effortless functionality. Elegant, versatile, and boasting a full-length apparel pocket for ultimate carrying capacity.

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For TS4

Decor only

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Found in Plants or search "Simply"

Comes in brown, tartan, and blush leather

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Original bag and club models were made by Buffsumm at TSR. All credits for the base models go to them! I simply added some details and created new textures for a more updated appeal.

Please note the original creator has been inactive for many years, and modifying or converting their mesh may be against their TOU, so I will respectfully remove these files should they ask me to do so. 🤍

@sssvitlanz 🫶

[numbuh424]

Near is so unbothered because he has hobbies. literally solved the biggest murder case in human history all while crafting, playing, building, and collecting. actual king of having hobbies. reblog this with a hobby you think Near would have.

[14dayswithyou]

💖 EVEN MORE DAY 4 SNEAK PEEKS! 💖

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Can Fright Knight x Batman be a thing? Is it already a thing? I just saw this post where Frighty is acting as Danny's dad and I just want something with Fredric Knight meeting Bruce like..

Bruce is happy Daimian is making friends. This new kid, Daniel "call me Danny" Knight, seems nice. Kid might be a meta or something, with the way his eyes reflect like a cats and how he seems to always be cold, but he doesn't seem to be a bad kid and his background seemed to check out.

Yesterday Damian had invited Danny over for a sleepover and Bruce was stoked. Dami is having a friend over! A civilian friend! This is so normal and great! Danny had said his father would be picking him up the next day and would show up on his motorcycle (which was apparently named Nightmare?)

Bruce is in the sitting room close to the entrance when Alfred goes to buzz the gate for Danny's father. After a few minutes, he can hear Alfred walking the man in and explaining that "young Master Damian will be down with young Daniel in a few minutes. Till then, maybe you'd like to speak with Master Bruce?"

Bruce almost falls out of his seat when this almost 7 foot tall hunk of a man walks in, with his long raven black hair with a streak of gray down the center, all pulled back into a low ponytail. His bright green eyes have that same, almost glowing, shine that Danny's have and he's got a neat bit of stubble on his sharp jaw. He holds himself tall and seems to scan the room before setting his gaze on Bruce, who is using all his will to not ogle at this gorgeous man in front of him.

He stands to greet him and, oh God, he may actually be 7ft. "You must be Danny's dad, right?" He offers his hand to shake, "Bruce Wayne. I'm happy to see my son making friends with such a nice kid."

The behemoth of a man stares at his hand for just a moment to long before he shakes it and introduces himself, "Fredric Knight. I'm also glad my son is making friends." He says with the hint of a smile, "He's been a bit reclusive since we came here and I don't believe that's been healthy for him."

The two fathers talk for a bit, Bruce doing his best to be Batman ever now and then to make sure this guy isn't a potential threat. After some time, Danny and Damien walk into the room with Danny's bags, "Hey Dad, hi Mr. Bruce. Sorry that took so long," he says as he walks over to Fred (Bruce was told he could call him that) and half hugs the man, "Dami has a snake and he let me feed her!" Fred looks down at his son and pats his head, "That sounds interesting, little prince. Was it a frightful creature?"

As father and son speak, Bruce notes how fond Fred seems of Danny. The 'little prince' name seemed cute and pretty fitting with the last name. He also notes how Fred seemed to relax just a bit the moment Danny walked into the room (the same way he would after his children returned from patrol safe and unharmed), huh.

They say their goodbyes and the father-son duo are escorted out. Bruce and Damien watch as they ride down the driveway, Danny doing his best to wave at them from between his father's arms.

"We should invite the both of them over for dinner." Bruce says with a hand on his son's shoulder, "Fred seems like an interesting character, don't you think?"

"Father,"

"Yes Damian?"

"Please do not seduce my friends father."

[honeytonedhottie]

summer activities WITHOUT screens⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍹

this post is inspired by THIS ask from my inbox and all about activities that u can do this summer that dont include staring at a screen…💬🎀 (@aanglebones)

ON UR OWN ;

start a coloring book

find a craft tutorial on youtube and follow it

try thrifting and flipping clothes

buy urself some books and read

currently im reading crime and punishment, psycho cybernetics, and madness and civilization…💬🎀

learn a new skill (like doing ur own nails)

try ur hand at writing a book/poetry

use air dry clay/arts and crafts in general

WITH COMPANY ;

if ur trying to stay off ur phone, do so with company! doing things with ur friends is such an easy way to stay off ur screen because you guys can interact with each other and you won't feel the desire to get on ur phone/computer because u have their company.

have a picnic with ur friends

do any sort of challenge with ur friends (for example the deaf, blind, mute baking challenge)

go places with ur friends (trampoline park, the beach etc)

[super-lovely-star]

Hobbies and Activities for Middle Regressors and Dreamers

Keeping a diary! This can look like a physical journal of written entries or photos, or a video or audio log.

Photography. You can shoot pictures of yourself, your environment, or your toys.

Collecting! Toys like littlest pet shop and matchbox cars make good collectables, but you don’t need to spend money! Rocks, sea glass, or anything else you can get your hands on are just as good!

Learning a simple elementary-level instrument like the recorder can be fun and rewarding!

Riding a bike, scooter, or skateboard. I like to ride my scooter in empty parking lots, but anywhere that’s smooth will work. Just remember to wear a helmet!

Arts and crafts like drawing, making kandi, sculpting with polymer clay, writing, and collaging are fun ways to express yourself.

Video games! My personal favorite types are pet care, turn based rpg, and old school flash dress up games to make characters with!

Remember, you don’t have to be “good” at any of these! The point isn’t to be perfect, it’s to have fun!💖💫

[headcanonthings]

*During their first date* Bernard: So… what do you like to do in your free time? Tim, sleep deprived with no filter: I like to stalk. Bernard: Oh! Well I like to make Youtube videos Tim: I know.

[zrllosyn-art]

Drawn based off the realization kikorun is like, a rich kid, rich kid.

(Naru on the other hand is big orphan kid energy)

(also sibling bonding hours)

[simonsoys]

A couple of years ago, just before the start of the pandemic, I started having panic attacks when I'd sit down to draw anything. I don't know why, but it came on suddenly and got worse the more I tried to fight it.

Eventually, I stopped forcing myself to try, but I still felt guilty for not being able to produce anything. It's weird when you spend most of your life as "the artsy person" and then it stops.

I felt like most of my value as a person came from what I was outputting. If I couldn't draw then what was I good for? If I were just better, worked harder, even enjoyed drawing more, then I could've made a career out of art and then I could like myself.

Honestly, the best thing I've done for myself after that started happening was letting it go and moving on to something else. I started gardening. I've been reading books a lot. I picked up bass guitar and joined a band.

Getting into music in particular made me realize how awful my attitude towards drawing had gotten. It feels like how drawing used to feel like to me, when I was a kid.

I've made so much progress in the last year since I started learning bass, and it's because I have a willingness to try difficult things and fail-- the act of doing it is fun.

I've met fun people, I've played gigs (which would've been unthinkable even a year ago), and I'm feeling a lot better about myself.

I have a well of curiosity driving me that's been missing for awhile. I'm seeking out social interactions with musicians who are better than me, whereas I had closed myself off from working with other artists because I never felt good enough.

And most importantly, I don't feel like if I fail, it's a reflection of myself as a human-- it's just part of the process. If I suck at it, who gives a shit? Participating has more value than perfection. If my feelings get ugly, I can move onto the next thing. There's more stuff in the world to experience than any of us can ever get to. It's fine if this is just one of them.

Since I've had that realization, I've been slowly able to draw again. I can recognize the destructive thoughts when they're happening, even if I can't fully stop them yet. It's been A LOT easier if I'm drawing something for someone else instead of myself.

I'm hoping in the next year I can get even more of the enjoyment back, but if not, I'll still be ok.

[palmastrings]

Mephisto brain rot

To be born for someone else.

Mephistopheles knew his place in the world from a young age. Being part of nobility, no matter how privileged he was, didn't mean he ever had the freedom to choose what he wanted in life. It was only whatever reflected well on his family. The silver spoon in his mouth could never cure the emptiness in his soul nor the realization that he could never be what he was made for.

From the moment he learned to utter words, before he could recognize food, he knew Diavolo. The crown prince was born just a little earlier, the sole heir to the gilded throne of hell, fated to be alone following the sudden passing of his mother. The young prince was a mysterious face, even to the demons closest to the royal family. Mephisto was special though. He was conceived to be Diavolo's playmate. He could be the key to reconnecting the king and his son to the rest of the Devildom.

For many years he felt gratified. He grew up next to Diavolo, orbiting to his side at every opportunity. His purpose was destined to be fulfilled, a promise whispered to him. The pair grew powerful and hallowed. When the crowds sang Diavolo's praises, it was as if they praised him too. Mephisto was so content, he failed to miss the distant gaze in Diavolo's eyes, or the growing ambition in Diavolo's heart to do more in life than just this.

Mephisto knew his place in the world from a young age. Nobility was above common demons and were expected to affirm that authority when they saw something out of line. Mephisto thought he knew Diavolo's place too. The next king of Hell, to rule with an iron fist and affirm the power of the Devildom to any adversaries foolish enough to question the power of demons. There was always an imaginary script Mephisto felt the world followed, nobody had taught him differently. So, imagine his utter disbelief when, out of the blue, Diavolo confided to him that he'd had a diplomatic meeting with the Morning Star himself, and it went FABULOUSLY? Watching Diavolo ramble on and on about the world outside of the Devildom, about peace and understanding, almost sent Mephisto into cardiac arrest on the spot. Where had this come from all of a sudden? He knew Diavolo like the back of his hand. He knew what he did and didn't eat, he knew his routine from morning until night, he knew what made him smile in approval. So how could he have missed it? His purpose is to be Diavolo's right hand, his support and advisor, his best friend.

Nothing could hide the growing swell of resentment and pain in his heart.

Mephistopheles though he knew his place in the world. He was confused, confused how quickly Diavolo turned his back on him to sing the praises of those damned angels. How Diavolo could only spare a polite smile at him whenever Mephistopheles brought news of the good work he had done to keep order in the rising chaos of Diavolo's new rule, or of the growing wealth of their class? Be that as it may, Mephistopheles chased to be in Diavolo's space anyways. He observed from as close as he could. He felt a growing twinge of disgust as the crown prince resigned himself to keeping the traitorous rebels comfortable.

Which now brought him to them. Seven shooting stars, seven enemies of the realm. Seven freshly banished doves stripped of their pristine feathers, come to mingle with the prince. Mephistopheles kept his chin up high, just as he was raised to do. They weren't worth a sparse glance, not from someone like him. The more sadistic part of him reveled in how frightened they were. Those brothers, who bathed in the warmth of the sunlight and the sweet breeze of the Celestial Realm's winds, now found themselves enveloped by the predatory night of the Devildom. Their steps were cautious, afraid to step into the awaiting teeth of Hell's denizens and monsters. A fish out of water indeed.

His glee was short-lived when they quickly climbed the ranks of the long-established hierarchy of demons. They swallowed their fear, pushed it down their throats into their stomachs. Mephistopheles made the mistake of believing they would just be content with being seen as meek fallen angels, unable to crawl out of Diavolo's fenced yard. But they were rebels after all, intolerant to mistreatment. They struck fear into the hearts of demons everywhere, a sinful song they sang that sent everyone reeling back into their homes. Even as high-ranking as Mephisto was, he couldn't look down on them anymore. Finally, the day would come when they would outrank even him.

The path carved out for him was now trampled. No longer was Mephistopheles revered, but mocked. Every attempt he took to fall into Diavolo's circle was in vain. He became even more desperate when his own family wouldn't spare a glance his way either. His one purpose in life was to be of service to Diavolo, and he failed. Every prestigious family was now more distant from the crown prince than ever, replaced now with seven fresh faces, and Mephistopheles was to blame.

He starved for purpose. Longed for validation. He stood alone now. Of course, he is respected for his title, but he was missing the closeness of family, no- friendship.

To be more.

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Mephisto held the little hand close to him. Nothing in any of the three realms could ever tarnish a moment like this. His little brother. A few fires alight in the palm of his hand. Suddenly nothing in the world mattered anymore, every problem melted away. When he looked in his big eyes, Mephisto saw a piece of his own soul peer back at him. Nothing could ever truly take away from the inner turmoil he felt inside himself, not forever at least. But in the meantime, he could promise one thing. He'll do his brother right.

[significant-narratives]

feeling very normal about matthew and joe tonight :,)

i'll give you one fucking guess who he's looking at

the 2360 bond is so important to me... kniesy going up to joey when he first got called up to the team asking for Guidance and joey is like 'actually i just got here too :)' so they end up having to figure out what it means to be rookies in the nhl together. becoming such good friends they end up attached at the hip and you rarely see one without the other. sharing the same (ridiculous) nickname. coming up with silly little pregame rituals because i guess you need to spend time together before a game to feel settled. complimenting each other constantly. always standing up for one another. someone knocks into joey? kniesy is going to kill them and then loving help him to his feet. someone hurts kniesy? well okay, now no one is allowed to score. have fun getting shutout. planning to take cooking classes together. going to a bee exhibit because why not. figuring out what your future is going to look like together. being a solid support for the other to lean on. the most tender heartwrenching post game goalie hugs of all time. all very mundane things that we should all feel very normal about!

[shiny-eyed-corvid]

collection update ✨🐦‍⬛

ok hello 1,000 OF YOU!!

just posting to say thanks for joining me + to share that my street finds have now expanded to TWO clear cases and a layered toolbox type case for my larger items…also I just cleaned a bunch of stuff (not pictured) so expect some more arrangements in the coming days 🙂‍↕️

[deminetly]

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[marzipanandminutiae]

I miss people using non-medicalized terms for other people's passions

like. well and good to talk about "hyperfixations," "special interests [in the context of an autistic person's favorite subject]," or "infodumping" if you have ADD/ADHD or autism, or are talking about someone who is, but...that's not everyone who feels strongly about something, obsesses, or loves talking about their interests. those words mean specific things, associated with specific forms of neurodivergence

don't assume everyone is comfortable with that language

"rambling" is a word; so is "ranting." "obsession" is a word. "passion" is a word. learn them and use them