#inspired by real life experiences

[romcomxdd]

Picture this-

Hangster au where Bradley is a bartender at his local pub, and had been for a while. He’s the real slick, flirtatious type. Everyone and their grandmother loves him. He’s the guy that everyone goes to with their questions, and he really should be a manager, but he’s not quite committed enough to accept the promotion.

One night, none other than Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin came in. He hung at the bar all night, chatting with Bradley, who entertains him. Eventually he cuts Jake off, long after he technically should of, but who could blame him, the man was tipping very generously. When Jake does ask for his number, he refuses, claiming it’s a personal policy, no giving out numbers to people he’s paid to serve, or something along those lines.

Bradley assumed that was the end of it, that Jake would go back to wherever he came from, and he wouldn’t see him again. It was a pity, he thought, that Texan accent did a number on his critical thinking.

Until lo and behold, two nights later, Jake appears again. This time carrying a card box full of various doughnuts and pastries. Fancy ones at that. He gives them to Bradley as a ‘present for everyone’ , explaining that his mate Javy works at a doughnut shop, and they had to get rid of the leftovers for the day.

Bradley just raised an eyebrow, but goes along with it anyway, until he opens it, staring at the back of the box, where Jake had scrawled his number in sharpie.

Night after night Jake came in with the doughnuts (all with Jake’s phone number written on the back), and night after night he mysteriously got off with half priced pints and a generously portioned bowel of chips.

He very quickly became known as Bradshaws Doughnut man, a name that Bradley said he hated, though his ears would go a little pink every time it was brought up.

One night Jake had a little too much beer for his own good. Just enough that Bradley didn’t feel great about kicking him out at close, but he couldn’t order him an uber or something, because Jake’d never once mentioned where he lived. So once he’s wiped the benches, put the last glasses in the washer, and locked up, Bradley guided Jake out to his car.

He’d been often rough now now, the man was nothing if not persistent, so Bradley figured he wouldn’t have a problem coming back to his place for the night. Once they got back to his apartment, Jake face planted in Bradley’s bed, and was snoring within minutes. Bradley got a quick blackmail picture before heading out to set up a bed on the too short couch.

The next morning, once Jake had been breakfasted, showered and driven back to the pub so he could get his car, Bradley opened the contact he had saved in his phone the very first night Jake had brought in the pastries. After a brief moment of debate, Bradley sent a ‘hey’,

Less than a minute later he had a reply.

[12neonlit-stage]

"Scientists today have been able to experimentally prove that quantum entanglement is in fact linked to the creation of wormholes."

tiny :3

[tenvishund]

F I S S I O N - Why the hell do you hurt yourself for this?

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“Why aren’t you scared?”

“You think this is scary? I’ve been up at night trying to do math problems while my dad screams at me. This? This is nothing.”

[thepersonalwords]

With discipline, you are able to maintain a higher tolerance for frustration, obstacles and negative emotions. Self-discipline allows you to obtain better health, better finances and a good work ethic, and it allows you to reach your most difficult goals more efficiently. The more disciplined you become, the more easier life gets, or the higher the degree of discipline, the greater your success.

Vishwas Chavan, Vishwasutras: Universal Principles for Living: Inspired by Real-Life Experiences

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

By the time cars were invented, Jonah Magnus was already well into the body hopping game, which raises the question: has he ever actually learn to drive? Did this man sit through driver’s ed? Or has he just been getting out of legal repercussions for his shit driving by telling the cops everything he knows about their deepest darkest secrets every time he gets pulled over?

[st4rstudent]

bugthinker but I just did whatever to him

bonus slop

[meirimerens]

the pathologic Kin is largely fictionalized with a created language that takes from multiple sources to be its own, a cosmogony & spirituality that does not correlate to the faiths (mostly Tengrist & Buddhist) practiced by the peoples it takes inspirations from, has customs, mores and roles invented for the purposes of the game, and even just a style of dress that does not resemble any of these peoples', but it is fascinating looking into specifically to me the sigils and see where they come from... watch this:

P2 Layers glyphs take from the mongolian script:

while the in-game words for Blood, Bones and Nerves are mongolian directly, it is interesting to note that their glyphs do not have a phonetic affiliation to the words (ex. the "Yas" layer of Bones having for glyph the equivalent of the letter F, the "Medrel" layer of Nerves having a glyph the equivalent of the letter È,...)

the leatherworks on the Kayura models', with their uses of angles and extending lines, remind me of the Phags Pa Script (used for Tibetan, Mongolian, Chineses, Uyghur language, and others)

some of the sigils also look either in part or fully inspired by Phags Pa script letters...

some look closer to the mongolian or vagindra (buryat) script

looking at the Herb Brides & their concept art, we can see bodypainting that looks like vertical buryat or mongolian script (oh hi (crossed out: Mark) Phags Pa script):

shaped and reshaped...

[knightowl-studios]

Portrait commission for Avmire on Flight Rising. This one took much longer than I expected, but I think it really turned out well in the end :] Getting to draw an Undertide for the first time was so fun, too!

[trekahouse]

Oh to be genuinely loved for being exactly who you are. To be loved so securely and intentionally that you’re always reminded that you’re never too much. To be softly and gently loved so hard through whatever season you’re in. To be cared for by someone who lives by the fruits of the spirit. To be nurtured by someone with God’s grace for you. To be gently pushed with excitement in your purpose by someone who likes and loves you. To be in a space to dwell in pure peace by the one you love and who loves you gleefully. To see the joy on the face of the person who knows they’re your person. Oh to be finally loved by your answered prayer.

Treka L. House

—God gives favor in love too!

[mqriuss]

nothing happens

hinata tachibana x fem!reader, angst i guess

note: idk if this makes any sense, it's kind of a vent fic (for a lack of better word lol)

nothing happens when you're with hina.

nothing besides the way she greets you oh so cheerfully when she walks into class and sees you.

there's no smile more contagious than hers, at least for you. it was always easy to return the light she beamed.

you're not sure if the same can be said for you. not when takemichi just happens to be there every time you decide to finally be the first one to approach her. to finally suck it up and be the first to say hi.

"oh– hi, y/n!" she'd say before going back to giving takemichi her undivided attention. you're so distracted by all the assumptions you were making in your head that you barely notice takemichi waving a hand at you too.

'she doesn't like talking to me. i could disappear right now and she wouldn't notice as long as takemichi was around.'

then he'll go back to talking to hina and giving her those stupid heart-shaped eyes of his like always.

nothing happens. so you breathe in, out, and walk away. anywhere was fine really—the cafeteria, another friend's classroom, to your seat by the wall, far from where hina sat by the window. though not quite far enough to stop you from stealing glances at her. not far enough to tune out the sounds of her giggling and takemichi's sheepish laughter. not far enough, you could never be far enough from hina.

nothing happens when you're with hina.

nothing besides the times you get to hang out with her outside of school. you'd walk closely side by side, close enough to rub your arm against hers every now and then. close enough for her to lean in with her phone in hand and show you a picture of an outfit she had planned.

and you're close with hina. close enough to be able to guess what the outfit was for. hina doesn't care that much for fashion, she always wore what's comfortable.

"you going on a date?" you'd ask.

she'd light up instantly. "how'd you guess?"

"i know you."

you know hina. she wears only the cutest clothes when she knows takemichi's going to be around. it was endearing, really. how someone can become more conscious about the way they present themselves when they meet someone they like. hina wears her cutest outfits for takemichi, but you wanted to believe you could be better. because hina wears what's comfortable around you.

but of course, you wouldn't be so special for that. hina wears comfortable clothes around anyone, so nothing happens.

nothing happens when you're with hina. even as you take a sketchy route together with your arms linked. nothing happens.

even though you take different martial arts classes and knock out creepy men who try to go near her, nothing happens. she's even closer now. clinging to your arm, snapping you back to reality. she's even closer when she tells you to just keep walking and forget about them. they're already unconscious anyway.

nothing happens, even though she looks at you with sparkling eyes and gushes over how cool you look when you fight. you're spotless as you walk her out of the place as quickly as you can, an arm wrapped firmly around her.

nothing happens, but you return to her place and find takemichi at the front door. he's battered up, covered in bruises, an eye going purple, and a busted lip—and of course, something happens.

something happens when you reluctantly tell her, "i'll give you guys some space," and she nods gratefully. something happens as you turn around to walk away, only to hear the faintest sound of a kiss. you tell yourself that you shouldn't, you don't want to, and yet you do anyway. you turn your head just a little to see hina tip-toeing slightly to peck his cheek, reddened from taking every punch that flew his way.

nothing happens when you're with hina.

nothing besides the days she finds herself bored and would come over to your place. the days when she'd come running up the stairs and entering your room without knocking, a grin on her face as she drags you out of your sheets. "let's go to the park!"

nothing happens on the walk to the park in your neighbourhood. nothing besides meeting one of your long-time neighbours, taking his husky out for a walk. hina coos at his furry friend, asking if she can pet it.

it makes sense for anyone to ask a stranger for permission to do something, like petting their dog. you're no stranger to hina though. she doesn't need to ask you of anything as you whip your phone out of your pocket. she doesn't need to ask as you open the camera app and take pictures of her with the dog from her "most flattering angles."

you think hina's flattering at any angle, even though she insists she isn't.

nothing happens when you bid your neighbour goodbye and show hina the pictures you took. "oh my gosh, these look so cute," she gasps and takes her phone out too. "you have to send those to me!"

you send the pictures to her and nothing happens. nothing as she forwards two of them to takemichi.

'look at this husky we saw around y/n's neighbourhood!' her text message reads—and boy, you wish takemichi would get jealous at the mention of you. but you know he won't. he won't, because nothing ever happens when you're with hina.

nothing happens until you're sitting down next to her on the swings after giving her a little push.

"i got mad at takemichi yesterday," she reveals, and you hate the way you perk up at those words. you hate the way you have to bite back an immediate response to stop yourself from saying something you'll regret. something that'll only push her away from you.

so you pause. "why?" is all you can manage to let out.

you could hardly pay attention to any word coming out of her mouth. all you know is that some point, she asks–

"would dating a girl be any easier?"

it's a joke. that's all it was. a little joke to get herself to chuckle, to lighten up the atmosphere. you almost want to laugh though, how many girls have you heard say that and go back to their boyfriends anyway? forgiving them for the same mistakes they continue to make even after apologizing?

hina's case might be a little different though. you can barely understand what's going on between her and takemichi, but you can tell just how much trust she puts in him. how much she believes in him. regardless of what she's upset about, she seems to have made up her mind. things will go back to normal with takemichi in no time.

so before you could get the chance to think, "this is it," nothing happens. nothing happens when her head turns to the side and makes eye contact. nothing happens when your gaze darts down to her soft and plump lips. nothing happens because you look away before she can.

"don't worry, hina. i'm sure he has his reasons. he'll talk to you about it soon enough," you reassure her, rocking your swing back and forth slightly. "after all, he likes you."

you do too, but you know better than to tell her. so nothing happens. nothing ever happens when you're with hina.

[s1x-foot-deep]

YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL BUT NOW YOU'VE HAD YOUR FIRST SNOOT FULL AND IT WILL BURY YOU ALL

[sparklecarehospital]

Ehem. Scuse me Kneebs, I hate to be bothersome but I have one question in particular.. Who is Beth Ical? I am trying to learn about her after seeing multiple posts about her and seen her in the "You Belong With Me" Animation. Last thing I know is that she use to be Eve's girlfriend... And I am asking... Who she is, who she is based on, and what happened between her and Eve?

Eve's Toyhouse page explains who Beth is under story events (book icon on mobile)! She's Eve's ex. And I never said anywhere that Beth was based on a real person! Even if she was it's a little strange to ask that about an oc that was bad to my self insert, I mean the story is probably personal somehow even if she isn't "based on" a person I knew or something

[thepersonalwords]

A success catalyst has the ability to spark significant and sustainable changes, inspire possibilities and accelerate results.

Vishwas Chavan, Vishwasutras: Universal Principles for Living: Inspired by Real-Life Experiences

[flowering-darkness]

I have so much I need to do this week but I have been sprawled out on my bed and scrolled through the past, like, year of Meteion art on here instead

Let none say that romantic F/Os are the only type that matter because that couldn’t be further from the truth and familial or platonic F/Os are perfectly able to mean just as much or even more in some ways

[quotelr]

There is no shortcut to confidence building

it is a process that involves succeeding at something challenging. One needs to consciously work on every aspect of confidence building whether for one's own benefit or the benefit of others.