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[lowpolyanimals]

Bird from Kenshi

[shittysawtraps]

[pearlcaddy]

pearlcaddy's 2023 follower celebration ♡ free choice

lockwood & co. 1.02 flare scene ↳ for @youareiron-andyouarestrong

[sneeb-canons]

mind can rarely crack his joints bc his bones are metal and whatever and usually run pretty smoothly. but on the rare occasion that he can crack them. it sounds like the entire house is being torn apart by fireworks and violent explosions. his back snaps like a godsamn whip and his neck cracks so hard it's a surprise he didn't break his own spine. every single joint in his body will pop louder than anyone in the house has ever yelled, without fail.

he'll always make sure to do this in direct vicinity of both heart and soul because as he rearranges his internal structures they will stare on in sheer, absolute horror, especially considering that once he's done, he just continues on with his task as if it never happened and as if every atom in his body hasn't been split in two

Headcanon #632

[rockn-rule]

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽• Jack Frost •☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

<-⊰Is Dinner ok?⊱->

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You were working late again in the schoolhouse alongside Mrs. Clause, trying your best to organize the schoolwork from the previous week.

It was hard work, keeping the children tame, but it was good work none the less. You'd rather be stuck with lil monsters all day over Bernard and Curtis in the kitchen. As you were finishing up with last two essays, Mrs. Clause knocked softly on your door asking gently, "Are you still in there, dear?" As she opened the door to view you. You looked up, with your eyes heavy with sleep, "I'm almost done, don't worry," you sigh, "As I always am." She walked to your side and gently placed one of her hands on your shoulder, and the other in your hair, brushing away the stress of the long day. She spoke to you in a gentle hum, "You should go, I'll take the rest from here." You looked to her, only for her to shake her head, "I promise, it's ok to go". And so, you stood from your seat with a groan, grabbed your coat, and gave Mrs. Clause a hug. As she hugged back you said your good nights, and you crept back home, into the warm factory and down the old halls.

Once you reached your door you were surprised to find that your favorite pain in the ass was waiting for you, arms crossed and leaning on your door. You rolled your eyes, " May I go to sleep, or will I need a warrant?" Only for him to chuckle, in that stupidly cute way he does, and say "Where were you? You left me all alone with no one to bother today". You shook your head, and told him " In the schoolhouse working as always, you hag". He gasped, "How rude" with a hand to his chest, "you know how boring Bernard is, it's impossible to bother him!" you only gently pushed him out of the way to get to your door, as you unlocked it and pushed it open, only for him to wander right passed you and into his favorite chair. A chair you got from an old thrift store because it reminded you of him, the same one he said he hated. You, again, sighed and closed the door behind you with a click, "You really are something special" and without thinking he responded back "Why thank you, I can always count on you to boost my ego, snowball" and you chuckled at the name. Jack always had a nack for finding ice and snow themed names for you, even though they never really stuck well. It was almost a game to you two, finding new names for each other. You walked towards your couch, kicking off your shoes and hanging your jacket along the way. As you plopped on your couch and reached for the tv remote, Jack without hesitation snatched it and put on happy days, as if he lived here. You just sighed and leaned back, exhausted by the day filled with children.

When you opened your eyes Jack had crawled up to you and much like a cat, had decided to stare into your soul. "The hell do you think you're doin', ya freak?" Jack whispered "making sure you didn't just have a heart attack on me" as he crawled back into his designated spot. "You'd know if I was having a heart attack, because I wouldn't be breathing" you laughed, low and raspy, as Jack rolled his eyes "Well you looked real dead so I thought I'd start planning your funeral" he softly said as he was enamoured by the small screen, "planning my funeral while practically laying on me?" You spoke, squinting at jack "precisely" he retorted back without fail. you just shook your head at his antics as you shifted back into a gentle sleep.

When you woke in the morning the sun was barreling it's way through your window, and a blanket had been layed on your lap. As you opened your eyes fully you noticed the lack of Jack and the appearance of a tea cup in front of you. You knew he must have left early morning for the meeting happening in the bakery, but it still saddened you to no longer see him waiting for you. As you got ready for the day, you noticed a lil note on your mirror, it read 'try to not look dead when you sleep, I almost called mrs. Clause. Again. -frosty the snowman' and you chuckled as you stuffed it in your pocket and rushed out the door to the schoolhouse. Once you got there, Mrs. Clause greeted you and handed you today's assignments, a stack of history papers. As you enter your room, you set the assignments on your desk and wrote today's goal on the board, 'finish chapter six of the history of christmas' and then you took your seat and prepared for a long day.

As the day slowly came to an end and children flowed through the hallways, Jack pushed through and to Mrs. Clause. Seeing her waiting for him in her room with cups of tea. Sitting down he felt as though he was back in school with a sentence to detention. Mrs. Clause perked up, and softly asked, "Have you asked them yet?" Only for Jack to sigh and slope down, "It feels so.. Impossible to ask without sounding like I've been drugged by Bernard" Mrs. Clause chuckled, "Maybe you should just cook for them and then go from there? You know they like your cooking, frosty" Jack nodded, and began thinking of things to make, "Do you by chance have a key to their room?"

As you exited your classroom, having finished everything early, you went to go find Mrs. Clause. As you walked to the office you found her working at the computer, wearing her reading glasses. You crept in and spoke softly, barely above a whisper, "You nearly done in there Carol?" As she looked to you and smiled, "yes dear, would you like me to walk you home tonight?" And you nodded. Soon you and Mrs. Clause were walking to your room, and once you were down the hall from your room, she went her own way. As you departed with simple goodbyes, you opened the door to your room. Once your shoes were off you looked up, seeing Jack in a 'kiss the chef' apron cleaning his hands and turning to you, "Oh you're home early arent you? How was today?" As he grabbed your jacket and hung it on the wall for you. you crossed your arms and squinted at him, "You're awfully friendly tonight, are you trying to overthrow Santa again?" He gasped, a hand to his chest already, "why how dare you insist I must be getting up to something! I am merely being kind to my elders" you, offended, rasped out, "We're a year apart, you dimwit!" As you both laughed, he asked "Would dinner be ok with you, Mx. Police? Or is that illegal now?" He said, stealing your joke. "It might be if you keep wearing my aprons" you chuckled, poking his chest "I have decided that these aprons are mine now, and you can't do anything about it" he said as you walked into your kitchen, sitting at the dining table. He then placed spaghetti and some vegetables on a plate for him and some on yours too, and then placed them on the table for you both to eat. "So," you giggled as he looked up, "Is this a date then?" Only for him to choke on his food, and start blushing like mad, "Well, I'm not sure, but it can be if you want it to be" he said bashedly, never looking at you, "It's a date then!" You spoke, continuing to shovel food into your mouth. Only when you finally looked up did you realize he stopped eating, "Eat your damn food, you dumbass" chuckling as he shook his head at you.

Once you two were done and cleaned up, you both headed for the couch. He soon turned on M.A.S.H. and grabbed a blanket to cover you with. As you were slowly letting sleep take the wheel, he leaned over you and pecked your head, and soon after grabbed your hand. You felt him let you lean on him, and slowly but surely you were out cold, as M.A.S.H. blared in the background.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Is dinner ok? ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

[starving-mimi]

Yeah idk at this point

[ave-immaculata]

fellas we're once again wrestling with imperfect vs. perfect contrition and why imperfect contrition with a firm resolution to not sin again and promptly receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation doesn't save

[aaronofithaca05]

Battle in ink

||Tw: Calypso||

"I wander in search of a light upon your desperate face!”. Lascivious nymph of chalky fingers, elusive as an eel, murky and cold, let her burning fingers glide across the face, damp and cold, of the castaway.

Burning, sweet and vile bones of the nymph kept slithering, searing. In unnoticed possession, never truly casting spell or charm. "I keep begging Theos, for you to never leave me!.”

Odysseus, still, awaiting turn in this dance: "I am… searching…". Words escaped his lips, from his very depths within, man of thousand paths and missteps, struggling to chart this step.

Laërtes’s sweet words had carried him from Skýros to Ílion, Ténedos to Lēmnos. Voids of air slipping through his mind:

"By walking, one makes path, and upon glancing back…" Back, all his steps yearning to be undone.

"One sees the path that feet had crossed enough." Path by gnarled trees hiding Home. Olives, in which this infernal reef refused to sprout.

"Son, there is no path, but wakes upon the sea." Wakes Foamy paths in which Ithákē was built. United archipelago his domain. A kingdom never seen since his arrival, In barren foam turned his sweetness lost

The Ithacan monarch had never let his father’s wish fall to ill thought, but before the nymph who boiled his lymph and blood, he let those words fade.

Calypso waited, anxious, reluctant. He had been her lover, but what was there to expect from him?

From the weeper on her isle?. From the twat who never follows her in the daylight?. Yet he cried her name in her empty chamber under starlight?.

The eel coiled the wolfish sailor in its embrace while; Odysseus, man of a thousand tricks and wits, shot her a sharp grimace: Belly, chest, and face, At the two first, without joy, only indifference or ire, but in the last?. He gifted a lecherous and cold gaze in equal measure to the one he saw each dawn, in the second rosy fingered dawn by Calypso’s hands.

"Calypso, my queen." Anyone who heard it would have read the lie in his voice, the false melodic inflection, the lack of harmony as a neglected lyre’s threads, as his broken voice upon the cold sand of that bay.

"Forgive my rude behaviour," the honey he tried to wrap in his mouth was as insipid as his regard for his jailer. Learned movements directed at an essence, absence, breathed life into the corpse of 600 lives lost..

"My girl, my queen, the woman who waits for me." Penelope at the tip, a name so perfect and pure, so easy on his lips, cried out forcefully to escape from the voice of this liar.

"If I had…" he hated in his soul, hated, as in his name —the one that is hated—, the universe who cursed him in name and fortune. The Ithacan writhed within while the nymph?. Smiled, naïve.

"Knowing your embrace was so fine," fine as the skin of sharks, who knows how many of his men were devoured by those sea dogs.

Cephalopod and eel in battle, Still, Ink does not kill Will. Thanks so much @simugeuge with this take! Moots: @jarondont, @iroissleepdeprived, @nikoisme, @perroulisses,@poshgirlsstuff, @katerinaaqu @incorrecthomer, @dootznbootz, @nyx-of-darkness-1620, @sunshines-child, @random-krab, @ironspdr6700, @fangirlofallthefanthings, @twomanyfandomshelp, @thehighpaladin, @the-decapoddecapod, @myblacknightworld, @simugeuge, @itszorrito67, @incorrectatlas @tunguszka20

[werebutch]

My sex and gender class is cool and I enjoy it bcuz it’s allllllll discussion every day and even if I disagree with people I like hearing thoughts. Expands my perspective. But it kinda weirds me out because my prof keeps talking about how lesbians have it kinda easy and we’re not that oppressed or made into outcasts as much as like… bisexuals. Or something. Thinking emoji. It’s not a competition but I just think it’s kinda weird !

[shiftythrifting]

Hm wonder what he’s been up to recently

[pokemonheadcanons]

Headcanon #753

The Treasures of Ruin cause so much destruction because they’re enraged about being stolen from their home region by the Paldean Empire in the 17th century.

[loumauve]

I know I'm probably gonna end up on someone's 'kill it with fire' list for this, but I am so tired of each and every ask lately being someone's desperate plea for help.

I have neither the money to help, nor the energy to go through the vetting process of figuring out which request is legit and which isn't, so I can't just post them either, because I refuse to aid in someone's attempt to use other people's goodwill against them. scams are still a thing, and sadly enough people will use any opportunity to benefit from someone else's misery.

so please stop sending me these. I get at least three a day and if this doesn't stop I'm gonna have to turn off asks which sucks because I like talking to people. I just.. I can't anymore. I am exhausted, mentally and more importantly emotionally, and I just don't have the bandwidth to deal with this right now.

[dataglitch]

What was your first freelancing experience like?

Hmmm I had to think back since it's been a real long time since, but it was difficult yet absolutely rewarding. Since I'm wasn't used to things like deadlines and working with teams when it came to art, I had to quickly adjust to meet quotas and make sure the art directors/overseers were satisfied with the work and ofc, had to take critiques when necessary. This differs from the usual commission work, but if you're looking into getting into the industry, it's definitely necessary to improve not just your art skill, but communication and getting used to following guidelines more effectively. But yeah my first gig was the Transformers card game, so that was pretty neat to do! :'D

[calicotisane]

Way

[theloveinc]

perpetually inebriated/dissociated!reader x absolute psycho my beloved

[fisheito]

@trainto1925 coincidentally i have just arrived

The soft ones ARE choosing violence 🥰