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[stinkybrowndogs]

I mean I get that’s it’s not the only contributing factor, but I’m curious exactly how much of the shelter dog over-population problem is actually due to poor dog ownership/management vs the housing crisis and economical stress. I’d be willing to bet by investing in social programs that give people the resources they need to care for their pets (cough cough affordable and free housing cough cough) that the amount of pets in shelters would dramatically drop. We can all sit here pointing fingers and screaming at each other until we are blue in the face, but if the owners basic needs are not being met, how can we hold them to a basic standard for their pets?

[dipperscavern]

Ok, just read your blurb about being Jessica’s assistant and being nicknamed baby.

What if the origin of baby was that someone was giving baby shit and someone else (Harvey perhaps) says the classic line “no one puts baby in the corner” when coming to her defense. Then it just kind of spirals from there and no one gives her shit again.

Also feel free to ignore this, literally just my first thought when reading your post!

oh my god. when i tell you i SCREAMED this is so genius & yummy.. PHEW. i know exactly what ur referencing ily & thank u so much for the ask! 🫶🏻

“I’m just saying, the assistant to the Jessica Pearson.. and your desk looks like this?”

you roll your eyes, the hint of a playful expression on your face. while you knew he wasn’t being completely serious, you liked your desk — pink things, trinkets, & personal touches all. you found decorating your desk as a fun way of personal expression, and you were so damn good at your job, jessica didn’t care.

“Would you like to re-decorate for me?”

your reply is dripping sarcasm, a playful tone in your voice that masks how you really feel. you look up at the few bored associates hanging around your desk, and they snicker at your reply.

“Yes I will, thank you. It’s.. something. Could use a more professional look.”

that makes you frown. something? more professional? what started out as a joke seemed more like a personal attack the more it went on. tom, the associate who’s mouth was moving, never seemed to know when to stop. you’re about to say something when a miracle in the flesh steps in your line of sight — harvey specter.

it’s ironic, really. he radiates business when the very reason he came over to your desk was to shoo off the associates bothering you. he looks around to the people that have now stiffened up in his presence, and he gives them an almost confused look.

“And what the hell are you doing?”

tom swallows. “Just- messing around. Sir.”

“What?” harvey looks around. “What’s wrong, you.. don’t like her desk? Is that the nationwide issue we’re facing today?”

you look up at harvey, a faux expression of sympathy on your face. “He doesn’t like the color pink, sir.”

that makes harvey’s brow raise, for two reasons. one, his associates shouldn’t have the time to be complaining about any colors. & two, you’ve been on a first name basis with harvey for a year. he doesn’t mind people calling him sir, but he definitely does mind when it’s you, batting your lashes & giving him a look thats sure to distract him for the rest of the day.

“You shouldn’t have time to worry about the color pink. Time is money, money is time, and if you have time to complain then your workload must not be large enough to satiate your.. innate genius.”

harvey pulls out his cellphone while talking, as if he couldn’t be bothered to give them the time of day — which he really can’t. he’s not really typing anything, but they’ll never know that.

“Don’t be sad she’s not as miserable as the rest of you. Get back to work.”

mumbles of “yes sir” can be heard throughout the office as they move to gather their things & get up, obeying the order given to them with only slight disdain.

“Thanks, Harvey.”

he reaches for the two-pack of oreos on your desk, grabbing one & handing it back to you.

“Nobody puts baby in the corner.”

this makes your brows furrow as you smile, & he bites into his cookie as you reach for yours. he quickly notices the look on your face.

“What?”

“Dirty dancing?”

he gives you a look of his own. “Sir?”

you smile as he walks away, getting back to work of his own. & you fail to notice the associates ears tuned into your small conversation as you bite into your cookie. hey, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks, Baby.”

“Hey, Baby, could you-“

“Where’s Baby?”

“I need this for Baby.”

you stand corrected. jessica pearson herself joins in after a mere day. “Baby, I need you to reschedule that meeting with Mr. Sawyer. Give him my sincerest apologies- I gotta run.”

“Yes ma’am.”

she quickly gathers her things & leaves, in a rush to complete her full schedule. once she’s gone, you put your head in your hands, sighing. your official nickname is baby.

and you like it.

[almondcroissantsandink]

Hiiii, idk if you take requests ??? Uhhhh I just LOVE your top gun art and I wondered if you could draw some Bobnix (platonic or romantic idc it's to your liking) thanks if you do and you have a hello from France !!! 🩷

@noramfrd HECK yeah I'll draw them!! <3 <3 <3 How could I say no to such a kind request?? The dream team  ☆ ☆ ☆ :)

[crepegosette]

Do you like gerame?(germany x america)?

yes

[canisalbus]

I‘m very late but, scrolling through all the beautiful art I missed, the photographs of where you live are very interesting! They remind me of Alaskan landscapes and foliage 100%, and a little bit of Scottish highland forests. It’s not important but I wanted to ask, do you know what the plant with the white flowers in the foreground of a couple of your summer forest pictures is? I‘m a plant nut & am interested to see if it‘s a plant Finland and Scotland share or not. No worries if not. Thanks for sharing!

That's interesting, I knew northern Finland had some things in common with Alaska but I never considered our landscapes could be similar to Scottish scenery.

You mean this plant? It's Rhododendron tomentosum, and it seems like it's called marsh Labrador tea, northern Labrador tea or wild rosemary in English, suopursu in Finnish. They grow abundantly in swamps and pine/spruce forests and bloom intensely around June and July. They smell amazing too, strongly enough to cause headaches in some people, but personally I love it, one of my favorite wild flowers and favorite nature smells for sure. They were/have been used as herbal medicine for centuries, mainly to treat rheumatism and skin conditions, despite them being mildly poisonous.

[creacherkeeper]

put in the tags where youre from im so curious

[depraved-gf]

Why are all the hottest people like 10+ hours ahead in time zones it's literally not fair

I miss when we were Pangaea lmao

[liamgallaghermpreg]

the socioeconomic implications in omegaverse aus are actually so fun to think about. like. do workplaces give u mandatory paid heat leave

[tag-that-oc]

Gotta love when ocs make you flip out over the most mundane normal average things ever when theyr mentioned. Heard someone say they were from pennsylvania and got so excited cuz my ocs pass through PA in the beginning of their quest (pjo ocs)

ocs REALLY do give you the brainrot. sometimes it be like that

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

My Chemical Romance - Helena

[rvspecter]

blood in the water don't worry mike, i'm sure nsync will tour again someday

[ao3-shenanigans]

Trick or treat!!

Have a treat!!

[vintage-tech]

thoughts on the departed:

Shelley Duvall did a spectacular job in Popeye, endeared many young people with Faerie Tale Theatre, and was candid about her battles with mental health.

Richard Simmons was true to himself and helped many people adopt diet and exercise to lose weight, and if you ever saw his TV show... it was really well-done.

Dr. Ruth Westheimer spoke frankly about sex and taught people that they should be free to enjoy themselves. I admit liking Susan Johanson more but I can't downplay Dr. Ruth's honesty.

Donald Trump was a real estate developer and TV perso Whoops, these things only come in threes, sorry.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

There were tears in the hero’s eyes.

At first glance, they had looked dead. Blood soaked through their suit and the villain was sure they had felt bones break when they’d hit their enemy several times. They’d been sure the hero was dead this time but they were still breathing. Still responsive.

The villain cursed in their mind. How many times had they been in this situation before? With the hero on the ground or the villain on the ground and the other just staring, too stunned to utter a word. Too stunned by their own actions and their own lack of humanity.

How many times had one of them stopped for a second, right there? Had hesitated and asked themselves if this was their true self? How many times had they recalculated everything and fallen to their knees next to their nemesis? God, the villain didn’t know.

But this was one of those times and honestly, the fact that the hero cried made the villain uneasy. They usually didn’t do that. They got back up or stayed down. Quiet. Suffering alone.

“This is insanity,” the hero wheezed. The villain stood there, scrutinising the mess. Assessing the situation wasn’t easy. They didn’t know how much damage they had done — they never did — but they knew the hero was okay. They were always okay. Always being just fine.

The question was: how do you kill such a saint?

“I’m afraid it is,” the villain whispered. “But I have to be honest. I don’t know how to stop. I don’t know when to stop.”

“And yet, you never pull through.” The villain kneeled beside the hero, listening carefully. “And neither do I.”

They studied their nemesis, studied the blood and the broken bones. A normal human being could never survive this.

The hero leaned their head against the wall and groaned. Blood was running out of their mouth.

“I will always have to stop you,” they said. “And I know you won’t stop. You won’t stop until you get what you want. God, I don’t even know what that is. Money? Chaos? Revenge?”

Purpose, actually. But the hero didn’t need to know that.

“Creation through destruction” the villain mumbled. They pushed a loose strand of hair out of the hero’s eyes. In another life, they could’ve been something different, they feared. “That’s what I want.”

The villain was a brilliant liar.

“Ouroboros,” the hero said. They looked at the villain and something incredibly tragic soaked through the air between them. “Tail devourer.”

“I’m no serpent.”

“We’re doomed, aren’t we? For as long as we’re alive, we are doomed.” Tears kept falling down their face and, hell, the villain couldn’t place that feeling in their chest at all. As if someone or something was squeezing their heart together until it popped.

“We can’t change this,” the villain whispered. They put a hand on the hero’s thigh, attempting softness when all they had ever touched had turned into dust. “But at the end of the day, I still have you. We may be doomed to fight each other, to attempt the other’s destruction but at least we do it together.”

They wiped tears and blood out of the hero’s face and stood up, looking around aimlessly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Both healed overnight, like immortals do, and the circle repeated itself the next day.

However, it felt different this time. For both of them.

[goldenpinof]

Hi! I'm not sure who the right person to ask is, and feel free to direct me elsewhere, but you seem to have a lot of info about the ticketing and venues for TIT, so I'm gonna try here first. I know that VIP tickets are always for "good seats near the front", but what exactly does that mean? Is there a specific section that is all VIP tickets? Conversely, if there's a seat in the front row, is that seat always going to be sold as a VIP ticket?

depending on the venue! as much as i can see in the US, VIP are the closest to the stage. but. seats on the sides have a restricted view in almost all venues, only because of what dnp do on stage. so even if you paid more than $100 for a VIP ticket, it doesn't mean you're gonna see everything that's going on on stage, unfortunately. some venues have/had Gold VIP as the last seats on the Rows, and i'm like.... yikes to making people pay hundreds to miss half of the segments.

Warsaw and Copenhagen (thanks @calvinahobbes) had VIP mixed with regular tickets in the front. but in other venues i've gone through, it's the first 6-10 rows reserved for Gold and Silver VIPs (sometimes without the sides if the venue is generous), unless you see Platinum tickets - they are not VIP but can be in the front! so, to answer your question, no, it's not always.