#it was a 4 hour shift

[strawberri-syrup]

hey guys guess what two kids pissed themselves during my shift today. that was fun to deal with

[beetlemp3]

equinox cafe 🌕☕🍂

A whimsical autumn little coffee shop in mid-nowhere built over wiccan grounds... must be why their coffee tastes like magick!

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[iristial]

Welcome to the Desire Grand Prix!

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 038/???

i just felt liek doodling 026 again tee hee

[nebulaedaniel]

terrible influence is the most accurate show name ever bc why was i cooking dinner and seriously considering if i would be able to get to the oslo show tomorrow and then back home the same day

[raiiny-bay]

sleepy morning with the boys

[blueskittlesart]

cold fruit in a hot kitchen (so i had this great watermelon last weekend)

[tearitar]

this might be petty but 4 of my coworkers pissed me off so bad last week (each individually pissing me off) I put them in a room together, knowing they all hate each other.

[vicciouxs]

a frustrated artist and his muse.

[blerpdotcom]

work is so beautifil when. you imagine that your hyperfixation is also working that same job. Last job i had pastel well laura write a fic what if greg worked at an ice skate ring and tom came to skate and then they of course yaoied it up. for the last hour of work yesterday to stop myself from jumping off the slide tower i imagined what if mark worked at a pool for the summer and then eduardo was lifeguard and As every day passes im detailing a 200,000 word fic based upon that that will only ever exist in my imagination and to never leave yassssss.

Blerp zxxx X

[harlequinoccult]

the duality of man

[lesbianralzarek]

i got 99% on an exam i was dreading and i was sooo brave and i only threw up a little bit :) unfortunately i had to take 2 tabs of adderall at 4pm and subsequently i will not be escaping my dogshit sleep schedule tonight :( but i got 99% :)

[claitea]

i wish pokemon would do more characters who betray you but at the same time if they did it wouldnt work anymore

the reason characters like dusknoir and volo are so cool to me is bc pokemon is about friendships! its about bonds and the strength you draw from relying on people and helping them in turn! so when a character suddenly reveals they've been using you it sucks so bad and it rules!!! volo esp is so cool rn bc unlike dusknoir, so far we haven't seen him turn a new leaf. dusknoir's story still ends in the companionship pokemon promotes but for volo its still up in the air what happened to him. but anyway point is, betrayal plots are so cool in pokemon's context i love it sm

[egosarchive]

If you know you know

[jelzorz]

141.

The tension isn't unexpected. It certainly could be worse but it could be a lot better too, and Rayla had thought that they might have talked things out by now, but it's been weeks since her return, since Umber Tor, since they set sail on the Sea of the Castout and the situation... hasn't progressed.

(And who can she blame but herself? There'd been that one moment at Umber Tor, when he'd pulled her out of the rubble of the collapsing mountain and held her tight to him, and she'd thought maybe they were okay—but had she really thought that would be it? That it'd be fixed and they could go back to the way things were just like that? Had she really been that naive?)

But the tension breaks, as all things do, when the stakes matter most. There's a storm, and the seas are rough, and Rayla, thankfully, has learned how to walk on sea legs and keep her lunch in her stomach by the time all hell breaks loose, and then there are the pirates—

It's a hell of a storm, all right. Lightning flashes through the sky and rain hammers against the deck like a sheet. Rayla can barely see, can barely keep her grip on her blades because her fingers have grown cold and numb. They've put Nyx, of all people, in charge of keeping Ezran out of harm's way because Soren is out cold, slumped against the deck from a blow to the back of the head, and Callum and Rayla have their hands full.

The ship tosses about, and Rayla stumbles. Her legs betray her and send her barreling into Callum, who yelps and only narrowly misses the pointy end of a cutlass.

"Watch it!" he snaps, and he's right, but the way he says it makes her bristle. Two weeks of awkward, stilted conversations, and now he's snapping at her for something that isn't her fault.

"You watch it!" she snarls, tugging him out of the way of a lunging pirate. "Get over to Ezran!"

"You're not in any position to tell me what to do!"

Rayla ducks under a sword and glowers at him. "Are you serious?"

"He's fine," he snaps, and just to prove it, he jerks his head at Ez and Nyx who are dragging Soren to safety under the stairs. "You're not!"

Rayla scowls, parrying against a pirate, water sloshing about in the folds of their hat. "This isn't the time to be stubborn!"

"I'm being stubborn?" Callum shoves a pirate back and rounds on her, furious. "You can't seriously think you can take all of these guys on your own!"

Probably not, but that's beside the point. Rayla sweeps the legs out from under the pirate she's facing and finds herself hauled up again by Callum, who presses his back to hers and uses his staff to block a blow. Rayla will admit that he's a lot more capable than he was, but that doesn't change things. That doesn't change the way her heart seizes with fear whenever someone swipes at him. It doesn't change the fact that he's only out here trying to protect her and if he gets hurt—

"I'll be fine," grumbles Rayla, dodging one way only for Callum to pull her another—and out of reach from a pirate she hadn't seen.

"Will you?" Callum's eyes are hard and stubborn, even as they find themselves backed up against the railing and otherwise surrounded. He scribbles a rune into the air and waves his staff—"Aspiro!"—and the pirates brace themselves against the gale of his breath. Dimly, Rayla remembers the way he'd shielded her and Ezran from an avalanche a lifetime ago, when things were simpler, easier, when her heart fluttered for him far more innocently than the way it does these days. "What the hell is the matter with you? Why can't you just admit that I can help?"

"I just don't want to see you get hurt!"

"And you think I can stand to see you get hurt instead?"

"Interesting pair, you are," says a pirate, her hat sloshing with rainwater as she advances again, her smirk irritated but amused.

"Stay out of it," snaps Rayla. She catches the pirate's blade with her own and shoves her backwards, just as Callum scribbles another rune and raises his hand into the air.

"Fulminis maxima!"

Lightning strikes the deck. There's an explosion of sound, of fire and splintered wood, and in the chaos, Callum kisses her.

The world falls silent. Rayla's heart stutters in her chest. She can't even feel the rain or the rocking of the ship anymore—there's only Callum, and the cold of his lips, and the warmth of his hands against her face.

When he pulls away, the world hesitates. It waits, its breath hitched like Rayla's own in her throat.

"Let me help you," he says. His eyes say something else.

Rayla swallows. The world speeds up. "Okay."

[mistypluie]

happy (belated) maid day here's binghe!! <3