#my six edits

[redladydeath]

If every swalt costume had all six variations!

This is what I've been working towards this past week: Filling in all the gaps in the alt costume system! This was a lot of fun and not as hard as I thought it'd be. Now that I have designs for all 30 permutations, I can focus on my next edit series: giving swalt costumes to the productions that don't use them!

My specific contributions are Blue Aragon, Orange Aragon, Orange Boleyn, Orange Seymour, Orange Howard, Pink Boleyn, Pink Seymour, Pink Cleves, Pink Howard, Pink Parr, Silver Aragon, and Silver Seymour

The preexisting variations are Black Aragon, Black Boleyn, Black Seymour, Black Cleves, Black Howard, Black Parr, Blue Boleyn, Blue Seymour, Blue Cleves, Blue Howard, Blue Parr, Orange Cleves, Orange Parr, Pink Aragon, Silver Boleyn, Silver Cleves, and Silver Parr

[hopeinthebox]

bts + reductress headlines pt.14

[hiragis]

APT. Gojo's version

[heathersapples]

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[stillgotscars]

ep 10: silence lay steadily - the haunting of hill house

[essektheylyss]

It is WILD to me how many people just loudly broadcast their intention to scab, as if that isn't the fastest way to brand yourself as someone who will throw anyone else to the wolves in an industry that runs on collaboration, so every writer say it with me

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

I like to think they’re listening to 10 hours of lo-fi music on youtube

[deunmiu-dessie]

(unedited) john price knew he would marry you the first time he saw you.

john price met you in the rain.

the memory of the encounter remains etched in his mind like a timeless portrait. as the years pass and his recollections fade, the moment of your first meeting remains vivid and unblemished.

the sky, a somber shade of ashen blue, was adorned with brooding clouds of a dark and furious pearl grey. thunder roared in the distance, while lightning ominously streaked across the sky. the rain, a gentle drizzle, tapped rhythmically on his freshly trimmed lawn and his parked truck. seated on his porch, cradling a cup of tea, john's loyal english mastiff, simply known as 'dog', slumbered beneath his chair.

he'd only had a few more days left until he was back in the field, and despite having needed a couple of days to rest, john was ready to get back to the familiarity of work- especially when there wasn't anyone waiting for him when he got home. ( well, besides 'dog' )

john had always been content with his own company, finding relief in the quiet moments spent with his loyal dog. the peacefulness that came with his aloneness had become a sanctuary, a place where he could escape from the disorder of the world and his position; and find solace in his thoughts. but as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months and then further, john's heart began to yearn for something more.

the familiarity of being alone, once a source of comfort, now felt like a hefty weight on his shoulders. the emptiness that had once brought him peace now seemed suffocating, as if the walls of his home were closing in on him. he craved for a wife who would eagerly anticipate his return home from his weeks away, someone to hold close and shower with affection.

the stillness that had once brought him solace now echoed with a deep longing for intimacy. the sound of his footsteps seemed hollow, and the absence of life within the house filled the empty spaces of his home with a haunting void. john couldn't help but yearn for the day when his despondent home would be replaced with the joy of shared moments and the love of another.

he craved for the warmth of another's touch, the feeling of intertwined fingers and loving touches. he craved the sound of laughter filling the air, the kind that could only come from shared jokes and inside stories. john imagined the simple pleasures of cooking together, of sharing meals and conversations that stretched long into the night.

and despite himself, despite not wanting to feel anything. his heart ached for the intimacy of whispered secrets and stolen kisses, for the comfort of knowing that someone was there to catch him when he stumbled, unconditionally. he yearned for the simple pleasure of waking up next to someone, their presence a constant reminder that he was not alone anymore.

john price, for the first time in what felt like decades; craved for something more.

john's focus is abruptly interrupted by a thunderous slam, causing his weary eyes to shift from his tepid cup of tea. his piercing blue gaze fixates on the source of the commotion across the street. as he observes, his attention is captivated by you, and while being lost in his own melancholic thoughts, he realizes that the rain has intensified, pouring down relentlessly.

there you stand on your porch, engaged in a heated argument with a man. your gestures are animated, your lips downturned in a pained frown, and your brows knitted together in irritation.

the rain's melody drowns out all other sounds, leaving john in a world of silence from the conversation. yet, even amidst this deafening quiet, he cannot tear his gaze away from you, your eyes widening in disbelief as the man retreats into the house, slamming the door shut. price watches as you fish out a pair of car keys from your pocket, walking briskly down the porch stairs and to a car that sits in the driveway. you're immediately drenched in rain from head to toe and john finds that you still look breathtaking regardless.

inexplicably, the two of you lock eyes, and your lips pull into a thin line, your words barely audible over the pouring rain but he catches them nonetheless. "what the hell are you lookin' at?!" then you slip into the car and speed down the street before he can even process what he's heard. slowly a smirk pulls at his lips, the crowsfeet around his eyes deepening.

john price, wanted you.

[mlp-g4-arthive]

[annebethchase]

Inej leaving her boys 💔

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Yet another jewish privilege: Stores putting sales on holiday items because (apparently) management has no clue when "those people's" holidays are.

They put chanukah candles on sale for $0.71 a box the week before chanukah

[redladydeath]

My headcanons/predictions for WE V5 alt costumes

Bonus Gabby with shorts because I will never stop pushing my blue shorts agenda

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

jin guangshan and lan qiren yaoi perhaps? since their shapes create a perfect balance?

Two old men perform worlds first successful 96.

[theunicornpirate]

Fairy Godmother ✨

Down, down, down

[demapatto-art]

blasts u with celestial and sage au (how this au will go? my guess are as best as yours)

[stillgotscars]

track 10: rock ‘n’ roll suicide - daisy jones & the six