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[almost-daily-tf2-sniper]

day 61

corporate au

spy is in the legal team btw

[acocktailmoment]

"Robot" Bar by Fratelli Borghesani, 1969,

Walnut & Brass,

H 150 × L 65 × P 42 cm

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: The changing water colors of Tiger Leaping Gorge across seasons (incredible it's the same river)

[aedislumen]

Oh, please, no.

[pragretti]

💞

pins by Abprallen

[sugarrushdragon]

Monochrome versions of Kris & Susie Deltarune :D

Been trying to get into Pixel art and since Deltarune has my brain in a chokehold I decided to try and replicate Kris's & Susie's sprites.

But just remaking them one for one would be boring so I decided to try and translate them into greyscale. it was surprisingly fun and challenging :)

[jeanetteirismiller]

“The friendship bracelet making program at the library went SO WELL!”

“Look what we all made! I’m so HAPPY! I didn’t know I could feel this happy!”

“Busy hands. Calm mind.”

[timmyrx2000]

Diamonds In The Rough

A Gravity Falls Baseball AU one-off story

Amazing Art by @issybusy

"…You're late."

"Well, you said 9 a.m.…"

"Aaaaand what time is it?"

"…9:03, Pacifica… it's 9:03."

The crisp morning sun shone through the rows of pine trees that lined the old Gravity Falls Baseball field, renamed Aldman Northwest Memorial Field a few years back after ol' Aldman sponsored its renovation—not out of love for the sport but in an obvious bid to win the town's affection. The warm summer air was just starting to pick up—not hot enough to feel the burn, but just enough to tell that it was gonna be a good day—the perfect day for two rookies on the baseball field to get a bit more comfy in their brand-new baseball cleats.

"Who would have ever guessed that out of all the people to ask me to hang out with them for some baseball practice, it'd be the Pacifica Northwest," Dipper said as he chuckled, standing by the entrance of the dugout. "Unbelievable," he laughed, shaking his head in mock disbelief as he stepped into the dugout and dropped his baseball gear bag with a satisfying thud where Pacifica had been waiting for him.

"Oh, whatever, Dipper," Pacifica replied as she playfully rolled her eyes at him, swinging her legs from the bench. "Just be glad you're not alone figuring out this whole baseball mess."

It had been a few weeks since the pair had decided to give baseball a shot under the guidance of their coaches: local Little League legend-turned-coach Wendy Corduroy and her ever-reliable, supercharged assistant coach, Mabel. As unlikely as it seemed, they had stuck with it.

"So why’d you ask me if I wanted to come over at 9?" Dipper asked as he fumbled around his bag in search of his batting gloves. "Wendy and Mabel usually get us out here around 10… mostly so they can sleep in," he said with a small laugh.

Pacifica shrugged, trying not to sound too eager. "Well, a few extra rounds of practice wouldn't hurt before they came around. Besides, I heard you geeking out over the physics of baseball. I figured since we're in this together, might as well make the most of our abilities too, you know?" She tried to sound as casual as she could but was unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Dipper blinked. "Uhh, thanks? I think?" he replied bashfully. He had known Pacifica enough throughout the summer to know that tone—trying to hide her excitement under a stiff, uncaring tone. Normally, she could easily pretend she couldn't have cared less. But this time? She was terrible at pretending not to care. After all, she could barely hide her smile even as she tried to shield her face from Dipper's view under her baseball cap.

As she pulled one leg up on the bench to tie her cleats, Pacifica couldn't help grinning, looking at her gloved hands working the laces. "You know… I had a pretty good round in the batting cages yesterday with Wendy."

"Oh?" Dipper said, pulling out his batting helmet from his bag and laying it alongside his batting gloves. "You mean like… every day we're here?" he teased with a sly grin, trying to bait Pacifica.

Pacifica shot him a look but didn't bite. "Yeah, yeah, but… yesterday was different, somehow," she replied, brushing off Dipper's jab with her tone lighter than usual.

"Different how? You finally stopped worrying about breaking a nail in your batting gloves? Or you've finally gotten used to smelling as bad as Wendy said we would?" Dipper smirked, hoping she would take the bait.

Pacifica shot him a glare. "Watch it, Pines!" she tried to sound annoyed (emphasis on TRIED), but her laugh broke through it. "Unless you're face is ready to meet my cleats" she threatened, pretending to pull off the cleat she had just neatly tied. Dipper couldn't help but snort out a laugh himself too.

"I mean different like… I was finally starting to get comfy with it," she continued, composing herself now after a few small giggles as she leaned back, her eyes drifting off to the far side of the field. "I mean, I didn't really do as well as I hoped, but… I felt my swings were smoother. I finally caught the ball right in the pocket of my mitt… even my pitching felt more… confident," she mused, losing herself as she reminisced.

Dipper nodded and smiled as he leaned against the chain-link fence of the dugout. "Well yeah, you've been throwing yourself into it since we started with Wendy and Mabel and it looks like it's starting to pay off," he said as he strapped on one batting glove with a satisfying tug. "I mean, I thought I was hopeless too, but apparently there's some hidden part of me that could somewhat track the ball too whenever I'm in the cages with those two. Plus, the physics part of baseball does give me a bit of a push too," he said, resting carelessly with his cleat up against the fence.

"Heh," Pacifica muttered. "Guess Mabel and Wendy were right then… we're not so hopeless playing baseball after all…" she smiled, her eyes now drifting across the infield. Dipper couldn't help taking a glance as well.

They sat quietly for a moment, just taking in the sights and sounds of the morning as it filled the dugout.

"We still got a long way to go though," Pacifica said, finally breaking the silence as she grabbed her mitt and set it on her lap. "Wendy said I was on a roll with my swings yesterday, just need to loosen up more and try to get a bigger stride. Thought a bit of extra practice wouldn't hurt and maybe I'd try that out today before she got here. Maybe even take a shot at her tips from yesterday on fielding those grounders. I mean, sure, it means diving and getting filthy, but even I gotta admit it was pretty fun," she excitedly rambled. "Maybe we can take a shot at that in the batting cages for a bit. I was thinking maybe if I could stretch out a bit more to catch it, maybe even use that to help power my pitches. You know, Wendy showed me this cool technique where she was able to shift her weight to—what's with that look?" she narrowed her eyes as she caught Dipper with the biggest and goofiest grin Pacifica had ever seen as he listened to her ramble.

"…What’re you smiling about?!" she pressed, desperate to get an answer from him.

"I've never seen you this excited for anything, Pacifica," Dipper said, unable to stop himself from keeping his grin and laughing.

Pacifica blinked, then scowled in mock offense. "Oh shut up, you dork!" she yelled, playfully hurling her baseball mitt right at him, trying to sound annoyed but instead breaking out laughing as her mitt hit Dipper square in the chest. Dipper couldn't help but burst out laughing too as he caught Pacifica's mitt after it hit him and he mindlessly tossed it back at her. They had laughed so hard, Dipper had to wipe a tear from his eye with his batting glove, struggling to keep his sides from hurting.

He was right—for all the amazing and exciting things Pacifica had done in her life, she had never experienced any type of excitement and fun like she had playing on the diamond with Dipper and the gang. Pacifica still didn't quite understand it. This was supposed to be everything she supposedly hated: dirt, grime, stench… yet here she was enjoying every chaotic minute of it! This was the first time she had had any type of actual fun, one with no stakes hanging over her or any pressure from anyone.

"All geared up?" Dipper said, wiping a final tear from his eye with a satisfying sigh after letting out one final giggle he had been holding back.

"Yup," Pacifica replied as she hopped up from the bench: her batting gloves snug on her hands, bat slung over her shoulder, and her batting helmet under her arm.

Dipper planted one cleat on the dugout step leading out. "Well then…," he said, as his own batting gloves clutched his bat with his helmet in hand. "Wanna do the honors?"

Pacifica turned to the field, a wide grin spreading across her face.

"You bet…" she said as she stepped forward, her cleats crunching through the loose dirt beneath them. As she looked out at home plate, the whole field all theirs and full of possibility, she took a deep breath and smiled her biggest smile yet…

"Play ball!"

[tp0l0313]

Relatable

[sorrysomethingwentwrong]

One morning in 1949, Ms. Doris Morcom’s kindergarten class at Sedgwick Elementary in Connecticut sat down to draw portraits of their dads—from memory—for Father’s Day.

The results were everything you’d hope for: sweet, funny, wildly creative, and totally sincere. What makes it even better is that the dads posed next to the drawings their kids made, giving us a rare, side-by-side look at how a five-year-old sees their hero.

And in the final photo, the tables turned—the fathers sketched a portrait of Ms. Morcom as a little surprise for the kids. A perfect blend of humor, heart, and a snapshot of a time when life felt just a little bit simpler.

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Ningbo has officially entered the scorching summer heat

[isabela-merceds]

spin this wheel

you're now this mythical creature, congrats!

[musdomus]

More stuff that will drive archeologists crazy thousands of years from now.

During my move, I broke a clay pot. I decided to engrave frames on it.

[injuries-in-dust]

Spin this wheel to choose your race

Spin this wheel to choose your class