#stay home pls

[kettlechip-krispy-kreme]

serious question

what happened to ppl saying they were going to wear a mask from now on when they feel sick? bc in 2020 i kept hearing "when covid is over im going to stay home and wear a mask when i feel sick" and no one is doing that. covid is far from over, and trans ppl are struggling with long covid at a much higher rate than cis ppl, physically disabled ppl have been pretty much stuck inside their homes since the start of the pandemic, and new studies are telling us that covid is more like hiv than the flu and no one cares. i go to school and there's ppl in my classes coughing and sneezing so much (and sometimes into their hands or without covering their face at all) i feel like ppl are just worse about being sick now then before 2020. i just want to know why no one cares anymore

[girlsdads]

#ok it’s giving girl dad wearing his daughter’s handmade necklace special for him into work 🥺🥺😩😩

couldn’t stop thinking about this tag of mine, wrote a little smth about it 🥰

The stomping footfalls racing down the hall behind him could only be those of a toddler. Daniel turns and squats just in time for his tiny blonde projectile of a child to come barreling into his chest. The force sends Daniel falling back onto his butt with a surprised oof, his daughter giggling delightedly in his lap.

“Hey, Ellie-bug,” Daniel smiles. “Daddy’s gotta go to work, remember how we talked about it and you promised to be a big girl?” He brushes a strand of hair away from her mouth where it’s gotten stuck in a little smear of jam leftover from her breakfast. Daniel had shown Max how to make it just the way she likes—the pancake batter shaped in the silicone star mold, the silly faces drawn in jelly and jam.

Ellie’s head bobs up and down dutifully, but she makes no move to get up.

Max appears from the kitchen then, looking like a man who’s been fighting a losing battle with the second pancake. There’s a splatter of thick batter on his white t-shirt. He’s holding the spatula like it’s offended him somehow. Daniel looks at him over their daughter’s head, and loves him fiercely.

“She is of course the biggest girl,” Max says. Ellie grins proudly. “Why don’t you give Daddy your present now, then we will finish your pancakes.”

Daniel watches her grey-blue eyes light up like she’s just now remembering why she came running at him in the first place. She reaches a chubby hand into the bib pocket on her overalls, embroidered Enchanté script stretching as she roots around and produces a string of brightly-colored plastic beads. She holds it out to him expectantly.

Daniel takes the strand delicately in hand, wraps it around the backs of his fingers and rotates his wrist to get a good look. It’s a necklace, probably more of a choker given its relatively small circumference, the fat pony beads the only real indication it was made by a child. The powder pink and fuchsia beads are separated by interspersed pearlescent white orbs and clear sparkly stars. Smack in the center is a single number bead, a glittery pink three.

“Jeepers, did you make this for me? It’s beautiful!” Daniel says, and means it. He’s already been wanting to talk to his team about adding a jewelry collection to a future drop, and what better inspiration?

Ellie nods excitedly. “Papa helped me do a…,” she pauses, squints and tilts her little head, searching for the word, “…a pattern!”

“We made it the other day, while you were out with Blake,” Max chimes in. “For good luck.” He sounds almost bashful, like maybe it wasn’t their daughter’s idea in the first place. Daniel’s heart is so swollen it’s threatening to leak out through the gaps in his ribcage.

“How’d I get so lucky, huh?” Daniel muses, softly, mostly to himself. He stretches the elastic over his head, feels the smooth plastic three settle in the hollow of his throat. His pulse thrums evenly against it, grounding.

He flashes his biggest smile at his family. “How do I look?”

“Pretty, Daddy!” Ellie throws herself forward again, wrapping her arms around Daniel’s neck. It leaves him locking eyes with Max, who’s gazing down at the two of them like nothing else in the universe exists. Daniel can never quite get used to that look—still feels butterflies dancing up the back of his throat, his stomach dropped into a glorious freefall.

“Beautiful, Daniel,” Max says, reverent. “Always.”

[fluffle-writes]

It will never not be funny to me that Riddle is only older than Ace by 1 month AND he was house warden a week into his first year at NRC

FR imagine the third years telling their peers about it like "You're not gonna believe this shit but the tiniest first year throttled the dorm leader in a duel. He's ordering everyone around like a bloody dictator but he somehow manages to be terrifying enough about it that we just. Listen to him. He's literally the tiniest pipsqueak but he wipes the floor with any challengers - what the hell even is this school"

I HC that he got a growth spurt a while into his first year at NRC so he was just. Even tinier than he is now.

[kusanagihaku]

niche content but tier list of ghouls as clinicians (any patient-facing healthcare role)

sorry yuri but you'd fail viva

[cybervom1t]

Share your outfit now. 💞

uhmmm,,, go aggies?

[ch4osm4ster]

clearly Murfy has a addiction to lottery tickets, he’s been getting help tho

But does it actually help is the question 🤔

[justirina]

“I can’t hear you~”

“Could you say that again?”

[itsjaywalkers]

offering you guys this because i have to start getting ready for work but this specific moment has been on my mind almost all morning and i don't wanna lose my mind alone

“Well, you could still be civil,” Regulus mumbles, mouth twisting. “You’re older than him, and Barty would get bored of trying to provoke you if he stopped getting a reaction out of you.”  “Why do I have to be the one to make the effort, huh?” James asks. “Why does he get to continue being a twat, while I have to—?” “Because I’m asking you to.”  James closes his mouth with a loud clack, jaw clenching a moment after and something ugly clawing at this chest. Both of them seem to be holding their breaths, and Regulus’ shoulders seem as stiff as James feels his own to be. “That’s not fair,” he murmurs in a low voice, what might be a warning lying underneath.  “I never claimed to be.” Regulus shrugs, feigning an indifference James knows isn’t there. He can’t even hold his gaze. “I’m always doing shit for you. Can’t you do this one thing for me?” “That’s not fair,” James repeats, a bit louder, a ringing in his ears.   “Jamie,” Regulus presses, softly and mouth nearly curved into a pout and James’ sight gets a bit blurry around the edges.  “Why?” he questions in a croak. “You’ve never minded that much. Or at least, not enough to do this to me. And you know the kind of stuff he says to me, the way he’s always fucking asking for it, I really don’t get why you—” “Because I don’t want my boyfriend and my best friend to constantly be at each other’s throats.”  Regulus clamps a hand over his lips as soon as he finishes the sentence, but it’s too late. It’s there, hanging between them, heavy and ugly and impossible to ignore. The ringing in James’ ears has become unbearable.  He wants to unsee it. Wants Regulus to let out a cackle, tell him it was a joke, take it back. Wants to curl into a ball on the floor, like he used to do when he got upset as a kid, and cry his eyes out.   He wants to beg. He wants to destroy.  Boyfriend. Boyfriend.  The floor tilts under James’ feet, and he feels himself stumble. He’s not even standing. “What?”

[cinamun]

Moment of silence | Next

[nebquerna]

15.2-

[supermaks]

| A breaking up and making up college romance story, set in Oxford University, that fails to accurately portray either of those things. | first, second, and third chapters now re upl0ded on ao3. Mature, read chapter warnings. Tbc.

[lotuslate]

Girlfriends wangxian calling off work and staying home <3

[pussyswarm]

[soov]

important announcement but if you are aware of the ongoing genocide happening in gaza, the thousands of lives being brutally murdered, and the whole issue involving the invasion and occupation of palestinian lands, and STILL choosing to be silent, unfollow me. seriously, if you’re not willing to reblog a single post from people who are desperate for help in this app, to speak up about what is happening, or just show your support for any sides (because if you show that you’re a zionist, dw that i’ll block you first), then get out of my page. this also includes the other genocides happening (congo, sudan, yemen...) and your other socials too because no matter how many followers you have, sharing a help post even if ONCE, might save lives.

[rosylix]

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[soulspice]

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