#thisdays

[secuencia-3]

También tengo días así. . .

[polutrope]

Throwback Thisday

Thanks for the tag @zealouswerewolfcollector! Today, I bring you an excerpt from A Proposition (E!!), a Russinglor fic the silmkinkmeme made me write (made me, I tell you), and which absolutely scandalised me at the time, such that I vowed never to come off Anon. Well, that didn't happen, and I have written much more scandalous things since, but this one is a rollicking good time in my humble opinion.

Maitimo chuckles and seizes Findekáno’s hand, twisting it behind his back to keep it from continuing to tickle. “He was writing on the veranda when we passed by. You really didn’t see him? I assumed that you were trying to show off your superior lung capacity,” he drawls, teasingly. “I would never dream of challenging your virtuosic little brother on that count,” Findekáno replies. He conjures up a memory of Macalaurë’s full, irresistibly sensuous voice and pinches his brows, thinking, ‘What would that voice sound like in the throes of passion?’ It would be quite something, he imagines. “Maitimo?” he asks. Maitimo hums his acknowledgement as he releases his arm and brings his chin to rest against Findekáno’s head.

“Have you ever heard Macalaurë make love?” There’s a long silence. “No,” Maitimo says at last, “come to think of it, I haven’t.” He inhales deeply and Findekáno can feel him tense slightly. “Finno,” he says seriously, “I might be a terrible brother but I am not even sure if Macalaurë has made love.”

@ettelene @cuarthol @curufiin @meadowlarkx @sallysavestheday would you like to share something?

[the-haunted-office]

"And actually- you mean to tell me we apparently had all this tech at our disposal to make sky ads and space mansions, but not to make soggy-resistant cereal? What is that, man? Seriously. It's unbelievable!"

[thursdaysdove]

Which of your muses is most likely to make this face?

This looks sort of like a "I done messed up but I can't let anyone know I done messed up, and I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do about it, but the longer I sit here trying to figure out what to do about it the more obvious I become and the more likely it is someone will figure out it was me who done messed up" face...

...which is a very Thisday face to make.

Which is our answer. Thisday is the one most likely to be making this face. x)

[sovereignofdeceit]

by saygoodbye-not-thisday

[reubyocs]

A pair of glowing yellow orbs can be seen staring at Eisuke in the darkness of his room at the office. Not moving. Not blinking. Not doing anything. Just. Staring.

They might be easily mistaken for being Doomsday, given they're the same shade of yellow, and in the darkness, it could certainly be difficult to tell.

If Eisuke were to turn on the light, though, the eyes will vanish along with the darkness, leaving no trace. The yellow spots disappear like the shadows themselves, and the lack of telltale giggling might leave doubt about Doom being the culprit.

@the-haunted-office

(You can say Thisday is there with him, if you like! ;) )

He had spent a long day doing yakuza things with Etsumi, and all he looked forward to was coming home and seeing his friends! Especially to see Thisday, the one of the few people he treasures with his life.

Afyer a brief chat with Thisday, Eisuke had ended up dragging him back to his room so he could some games. With a Nintendo 64 hooked up, translucent controllers ready to go (with Eisuke making sure that Thisday was using a controller that was his favourite colour), Eisuke challenged Thisday to a bit of Wave Race 64.

Laughter and friendly banter was shared amongst themselves. Eisuke was feeling the happiest he's been in a long time.

With his head resting against Thisday's shoulder, Eisuke could feel himself starting to drift off. He could feel himself steadily losing grip of his controller as he snuggled up a bit more to Thisday.

As he was dozing off, feeling himself sink into a warm and cosy sleep. He felt something was watching him, staring right into his soul. A cold shiver shot down Eisuke's back, forcing him to sit up. Without much hesitation, he jumped up from the bed and turned the lights on.

There was nothing there. Nothing odd... nothing scary. God, he must look like an idiot now.

"Did you... uh." He mumbles, looking around the room nervously in hopes he might see something. Eisuke knew well enough that weird things somehow keep happening in this office - like that car that had driven through parts of the office a few weeks ago... and some giant god-like being tried to door scam the old grumpy guy whose name Eisuke never caught. But this was different. He knew his room was a safe space.

"Did you see anything Thisday? It felt like someone was staring at me... right into my soul almost."

[chaosmultiverse]

🚼

Okay here you go, let's see for Stanley and Doomy. x3

@the-haunted-office

send me a 🚼 and a ship I’ll use a doll-maker to design what I think a child between our two muses would look like

Hazel

Hazel is a wild child much like her mother and father, she is a very chipper punk who knows how to run her mouth. Growing up with a mother who could take her anywhere in the multiverse and a father with a love for nature and urban exploration has definitely led Hazel to be one to explore across the multiverse looking for cool and interesting things.

Due to the odd situation surrounding her birth, alongside the odd situations of her mother and father she has the ability to see souls and spirits, and is capable of forming a bound with a player like Stanley is but has avoided that entirely given uh... How much of a issue it was for her father.

As for intrests I can see her being into street racing and otherwise driving, alongside joining in with helping her mother with crimes for fun, in her spare time she would also probably enjoy investigating supernatural mysteries with her aunts and uncle.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i just read an article that was like: 'this is the town less than an hour away from madrid where rent is really affordable'

the town in question: aranjuez

[gravevisited]

A hole suddenly opens in the fourth wall and Thisday is pushed through with a broom. The hole closes just as suddenly as it appeared, the broom vanishing along with it.

He just stands there, looking utterly lost.

"Uhhhhh... I was told I needed to be here to provide some sort of like, distraction? Hello!"

@the-haunted-office

Barbara startles at the tear through the fabric of reality—there’s no getting used to that, even if she’s adjusted to death as well as any ghost can—and stares moon-eyed at the stranger.

At least until he says the magic work: distraction. Distraction means bad things around this house, usually things starting with a B and ending with an eetlejuice. Barbara, already on her feet, is immediately up in the stranger’s face, one clean finger shoved almost to the point of touching his nose.

“No! Absolutely not! Whatever it is he has planned, tell him to shut it down or…or…or I’ll…” There aren’t many good threats to make towards the dead, are there? “I’ll do something drastic and highly unpleasant!”

There. That should suffice. All five feet and three inches of her can look very intimidating in the right light!

[puertoricanflagsup]

Today marks 50 years that we lost our greatest athlete and Humanitarian , to this day, his presence is felt all around the world with an impact on sports , humanity, and culture. He is our G.O.A.T. and no one comes close. We will always keep pressuring @mlb to retire his number 21 across the league because who else is more deserving than him. There will never be another Roberto Clemente he is 1 of 1. Let's celebrate his life. Go follow his foundation @theclementefoundation21 and son @robertoclementejr and support all their activities as they keep his humanitarian heart alive worldwide . . #50yearanniversary #RobertoClemente #MLB #thisday #baseball #prflagsup #puertoricanflagsup https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm2CJOYpp4G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[themalwarezoo]

It's ridiculously easy for the folks of the Haunted Office to meet people and beings they wouldn't otherwise get to meet, all thanks to the wonky properties of the dimension they're in. As it's been explained by one Reaper, dimensions are like the tectonic plates in the earth. Sometimes they shift around and bump into one another, pushing each other out of place and causing earthquakes. The same thing happens with the shards in the In Between, and when this happens if a person is caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, they can be thrown into another dimension, oftentimes completely unaware of it. Until they find something out of place, of course.

This is exactly how Thisday - otherwise minding his own business - has come to find himself in the presence of Polygonz, someone he has never met before yet seems familiar. Understandably, he believes he's met an alternate of this person, much in the same way that he, Doomsday, and Thursday are all alternates of each other.

"Hello!" he says, giving a friendly wave. "Sorry to drop in unannounced like this! If we ever figure out how to predict exactly when we're going to be unceremoniously shoved into other people's dimensions, I'll be sure to start giving a head's up, hahaha. Anyway. How are you?"

@parables-for-days (No rush! Answer whenever you feel like.)

The figure twitches and glitches as it stands with its back to the Day. It's head tilts to the side, and it uses its grey clawed hands to straighten it. You see, Polygonz isn't quite a variant of Austin as much as he's a clone of sorts, sharing most of the man's code with alternates so that it can stop being an error code and be the code of a virus.

As the virus turns, its white clothing seems stained of red at the very edges, but its claws seem to be stained more, its red, and one can hope its just paint but context clues can guess its blood. Sharp white teeth on its face as it laughs lowly, its voice a mimic, a glitch, a false sentence. It generates as it speaks.

"Are you lost?[[Lover Boy]]?" The moment his voice samples something from another source, like queen here from Good Old Fashioined Lover Boy, it sounds weird, and the non sampled sentence sounds clearly made with technology, possibly a synthV or a Utau for easier comparison.

Lover Boy, who knows why he chose that nickname for Thisday but he did, and it only makes himself laugh. "[[This is a bad town for such a pretty face]], you should have turned back the moment you found yourself here. You're too optimistic for your own good, haven't you heard of context clues?"

The virus seems to collapse in on itself, its edges blurry and hard to focus on, while the ends of the wires attached to its back and some of its joints seem to disappear before long, an interesting appearance thats for sure. Polygonz hums quietly and makes a thinking motion before smiling.

Polygonz laughs again, a twisted wicked laugh, it brandishes its claws. "10....9....8...." It looks over at Thisday, its face is clearly predatory, it looks like an animal more than a human being of any sort "7....6....5...." Run, it's telling Thisday to run while he can.

"4...3...2..." It gets ready to chase, legs bended, claws opened, and its pupils, both green and red, sharpened like those of a predatory animal in hunt. "1... Ready or not..."

"Here I come."

[the-haunted-office]

Up in the control booth, Cyrus turns to one of his monitors just in time to see Thursday pushing Doomsday down one of the hallways at full speed in one of the rolling Office chairs. Thisday is running behind them, trying to keep up.

There is an open stairwell at the end of that hallway. Everybody knows it is there, and yet the three of them don't appear to be slowing down.

Seconds later there's a yell and a crash - or a crash and a yell, Cyrus honestly can't tell which one happens first, it's all a cacophonous jumble and that's just about all he cares to know.

Sighing, he turns away from that monitor and goes back to looking at one of a freshly painted wall that is currently drying, muttering, "I miss the days when they were too depressed to do such stupid things."

[neverendingparable]

👏

Whichever you think would be funniest. x)

@parables-for-days

Name: Thisley

Height: 6'0

Appearance: Tall, stocky, lots of freckles and brown shaggy hair he tries to keep under control. Wears a black/white sweater-dress combo in the style of a French maid's outfit.

Personality: Sweet, talkative and friendly! Always up for a good time or trying new things - the wackier the better. Has a mischievous side to him but his pranks are always in good nature.

Noticeable traits: Thisley has hetreochromia, one of his eyes is greyish blue, the other is a dark brown. He also carries a broom with him, although he likes doing tricks on it or using it to parry instead of sweeping the floors.

Weapon (if there is): His aforementioned broom!

[thenarryparable]

Hold on gonna get some thoughts out in the tags.

[pasthistoricalevents]

What Happened on Sept 1st? A Historical Snapshot #ytshorts #history

[papionirecuds]

Exposing the Cycle of Exploitation: Unveiling Workplace Injustice in Nigeria

It’s alarming to witness the persistent mistreatment of employees within various Nigerian businesses. Despite their dedicated efforts towards company growth, many workers face a lack of acknowledgment and respect from their employers. Instances of delayed or withheld salaries, a blatant violation of labor rights, have become all too common, pushing some employees to the brink of industrial…