#stocks in the news today

[ambermarshall147]

[jaesti]

waho in my hands again

[blujayonthewing]

problem with wanting to paint-- even in a sketchbook you try to carry with you all the time-- is that SO often the thing that specifically makes me go 'ooohh maybe I should paint that' is a lighting condition that has changed completely by the time I can even finish retrieving my supplies from my bag

[goat-slice-art]

Sweet Dreams

[existentialterror]

The kohlrabi from my family’s last farm share of a Community Supported Agriculture program. A vegetable that is as delicious as it is surreal.

Wow! You know I'm not sure I've ever actually cooked with kohlrabi but I'm sure gonna now. Any recommendations? Thank you for your purchase.

YOUR DISCOUNT FEAR:

Your family and even family friends talk about some childhood act of moral fortitude you did. Something really kind and maybe even brave. It was a little thing but it was really standout and just sticks in peoples' mind as this nice thing that little You did, all on your own. Only you don't remember it. You're pretty sure they're conflating things and this never happened and now they're just remembering the story. But you haven't told them and they keep bringing it up every now and then - and you could be wrong, who remembers everything from when they're a little kid - but you're pretty sure you're not. And it's been decades and you still haven't said anything.

Vegetable counter: 31 (avocado, snap pea, onion, strawberry, 2 carrots, cucumber, cucumber salad, 2 broccolis, sweet potato, 2 letti, 3 garlics, asparagus, moshroom, mushroom, flesh tomato, regular tomato, pumpkin, pepper (green), 2 potatoes, 2 butternut squashes, corn, green bean, bean sprouts, kohlrabi)

[crybaby-bkg]

When the tears start to fall, Bakugou is worried at first. His hips slow, the soft sounds emitting from between your thighs dying out, as he rests on his forearms in an attempt to uncover your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Talk to me, baby,” he pleads with you, doesn’t relent until your blotchy face and tearful eyes are exposed to his worried gaze. What he doesn’t expect, is the wobbly smile that greets him, nor the embarrassed little hiccuped laugh you splutter.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble to him, leaning into his warm palm when he swipes at your face to clear the tear marks. Bakugou doesn’t say anything as you gather yourself, still frowning all the while before you hold his cheeks gently in your hands. He looks at you then, his eyes worried, his brows creased, despite your small grin.

“I just love you so much, you know?” You whisper to him, bringing him close until his nose bumps softly against your own. Bakugou sighs then, his entire body collapsing on top of yours until his chest rubs against your naked one, until you can count every erratic beat of his heart slow.

“So you cry? Had me fuckin’ worried over here, for nothin’,” he grunts, fusses at you, despite the way he noses at the column of your throat and breathes in your scent. You chuckle, running a finger up and down his spine, the other holding his face close into your skin.

“Sorry, just get a little overwhelmed at times. With my love for you.” You mumble quietly into his ear, eyes fluttering when you feel his heart finally calm against your own, his rib cage a gentle thud, the softest rattle, on your sternum. Bakugou sighs once more, his dewy breath tickling your neck, as his lips purse slightly against the salty skin.

“Nerd,” he mutters, wrapping his entirety around and through you, as you lay there and let him. Tears spring to your eyes once more, as you glance over to the breakfast in bed he brought for you, to the handmade card with his shitty handwriting, to the crooked little crotchet stuffed bee he learned how to make for you.

When the tears start again, this time, Bakugou doesn’t panic. Only buries his face further into your skin, his hips shifting a little as he mouthes gently at your neck.

“Love you too.” His words are tender into the cool air of Valentine’s Day morning, but they’re heavy and they’re sweet and they’re so full—you burst at the seam yet again. You both lay there for what feels like forever, quiet, nothing but the dull sound of your nails scratching at his nape and humming into the thickness of his shoulder.

“I love you.”

[nevesmose]

The demand for a range of appropriately-weighted primarch body pillows has been clearly articulated by my mutuals and in this business plan I will (continues for 94 pages)

[redeemed-wren]

There's something weirdly bitter sweet about realising half way through the day it's the first of November and I haven't even thought about Nano

[usanews24the]

Stock market today: Dow, S&P 500, Nasdaq clobbered as Fed, Powell signal fewer rate cuts in 2025 read more....

[lemon-wedges]

Happy birthday!! 🎉 Hope you have a great day! Loved the art reblogs btw, fantastic breakfast in my time zone haha

THANK YOUUUUUU!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[finniestoncrane]

eeeeeeh it was time for change again so i think i've settled on a new format for my posts!! i'll start using it after my event, which is exciting!! and i can still use my old banners because they're perfect for commissions u-u

[windose-angel]

rushed this to celebrate the new paswg pv that came out today !! ( ◕▿◕ )

[cesium-sheep]

also today in my stocking I got a fancy needle threader (it's still the diamond wire style but it's retractable and has a built in light and stuff) and more of those cute hair ties from daiso and also a couple more candies

[gothsuguru]

reminder 2 myself to use this as my new pinned during the summer <333 one thing abt a dan da dan magazine cover… it’s GONNA be colorful <333

[oschonseleven]

sorry to keep whining but

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my brain !!

[crybaby-bkg]

Quirkless college AU where Keigo is your annoying teachers assistant for one of your majors classes. He never seems to give you that A you deserve, and is hellbent on going back and forth with you about every little thing. About every little grade, every little answer you submit, every little note he likes to leave on the corners of your papers. He mocks your handwriting with his own chicken scratch, even writes a ‘wtf are you trying to say???? is that supposed to say RHETORIC?????’ on one of your papers.

You wanna complain about him to your professor when it comes to his attitude and nitpicking, but the prof always just tells you to take it up with the TA yourself. And that’s exactly what the golden haired man wants, and it’s so painstakingly obvious with the way he absolutely grins when you drag your feet into his ‘office hours’ (aka him sitting in the library for the same amount of time every week).

“I was wondering when you’d ask me to round your grade up.” Keigo doesn’t even greet you, just leans back in his chair as he folds his arms over his chest. His smile grows even wider when you narrow your eyes and huff at him, snatching the chair out from across him to plop down heavily.

“Give me the grade I deserve, and not the grade that drags me here to be with you.” You’re all snaps and irritation, and Keigo loves it—eats up the way your bottom lip juts and your brows furrow down and, oh, you’re so goddamn cute when you’re annoyed.

“Go on a date with me this weekend, and I’ll change it.” Keigo blurts out with a lilt of his lips, eyes squinting when you reel back with a scoff. You stare at him for a while before answering, and he can’t help but notice how shifty your hands have gotten and how it grows harder to look him in the eye now.

“I feel like that goes against policy.” You mutter, picking at your nails before glaring through your lashes. Keigo cocks his head to the side, smiling.

“Don’t tell me you’re a goody two shoes.” He teases, tilts his head in your direction, watches the gears turning in your head as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Fine. One date, and you give me extra credit on the last paper.” You bargain with him, glaring at his hand when he holds it out for you to shake. You pause before you take it, frowning when Keigo grins wider and leans across the table.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal there, birdie.”

And after that, it becomes routine for you both. Keigo enters the most foul grade he can until you show up at his dorm room furious and seething, all so he can pull you in to his space and kiss your puffy cheeks while you enter your own grade in the system. He’s a bit of a jackass, but you think it’s all worth it, especially when he shows you the expansive winged tattoo on his back and the quickest and most efficient way to do eyeliner. He’s good for something, you guess.