#and then homework and then More Calls

[larnax]

oh also i have a work meeting today.

[lala-blahblah]

I get why people headcanon that Trucy would call Edgeworth "Uncle Miles" because it represents how close he is to Nick and Trucy and how he's basically part of the family etc. HOWEVER I cannot help but imagine the shock and horror of passersby who hear Trucy call one man "uncle" and one "daddy" as they watch Nick and Miles interact lovingly in public and come to the conclusion that Nick is openly cheating on his spouse with his spouse's brother.

[tears-of-xion]

Marinette has homework, so they are having a date via cellphone!

:D Have some Marigami for the prompt 'Separation' for day 5 of @mlbfemslashfebruary 's mlb femslash feb prompt list!

Marigami won the poll I made, so I put in extra effort to make sure I'd be able to post this drawing on their day on the prompt list. =^^=

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[chocokano]

time to get the coat hanger (original under cut)

[itacats]

Under the Shadow of Ghost

FT: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: past trauma, war themes, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

A/N: Trying something new with a character that has been plaguing my brain. First time writing with TF141 - feeling like this might be a slow burn kinda thing.

Read Part 2 here! Read Part 3 here! Read Part 4 here! Read Part 5 here! Read Part 6 here! Read Part 7 here! Read Part 8 here! Read Part 9 here!

Part 1: Into the Fold

As the newest member of Task Force 141, I felt the electrifying pulse of adrenaline coursing through my veins, accompanied by an undercurrent of doubt that gnawed at my resolve. The weight of my gear was nothing compared to the weight of the responsibility that now fell upon me. Around me stood the elite – legends whose names alone carried more power than any weapon. Simon "Ghost" Riley was the most enigmatic among them, a figure whose reputation cast a shadow that stretched far beyond his silent presence. The skull mask he wore seemed to be more than just an intimidation tactic – it was a barrier, a reminder that no one was allowed to see the man beneath. His past was a whisper among the team, a dark tale of betrayal, violence, and unimaginable pain. And yet, he stood unflinching, his every movement deliberate, his gaze unreadable.

Beside him was Soap, a man who wore his brash confidence like a badge of honor. His laughter could cut through the tension of any firefight, his jokes and quips serving as the last thread of sanity we often clung to. But beneath that devil-may-care attitude, I knew there was a man as serious and deadly as any soldier I’d ever met. Then there was Gaz – razor-sharp, always on edge, his eyes flicking between targets as if constantly calculating the odds. He was quick-witted and quicker on the trigger, never missing a beat in the heat of battle. And finally, there was Captain Price, a figure larger than life itself. He had the kind of authority that didn’t need to be spoken. It was felt. His leadership was a rock in the storm, and even though he rarely showed emotion, his mere presence was enough to rally the team in the face of impossible odds.

I had been thrown into this firestorm, a greenhorn among giants. Earning their trust would take more than just pulling my weight in battle – it would take resilience, endurance, and a willpower forged in the fires of chaos. I had to prove that I was more than just another soldier assigned to fill a roster spot. I had to show them I was one of them. That I belonged.

My poker face became my greatest weapon, a mask I had perfected long before the battlefield became my home. No one could read the thoughts that tumbled like dice in my mind. The fear, the doubt, the anger – it all stayed hidden behind a façade of calm. But over time, as the sweat, blood, and dust of our missions blurred the days together, I found myself inexplicably drawn to Ghost. There was something about his quiet stoicism that spoke to me, something in the depth of his silence that resonated with the scars I carried – scars that ran deeper than the physical.

Ghost was a riddle wrapped in pain, a man shaped by horrors that would have shattered anyone else. I could see it in the way he moved, deliberate and unyielding, as if every step was an act of defiance against the demons that haunted him. His eyes, always obscured behind the mask, told stories I would never hear. The hushed rumors that swirled around him – the torture, the betrayal, the graves he had crawled out of – only heightened the sense of mystery. Yet, despite it all, he never faltered. He was the kind of soldier you could follow into hell without hesitation. But there was a heaviness to him, a burden he carried that no one could touch, and in some way, I understood that.

Perhaps that’s why I couldn’t help but feel a connection to him, even though I knew he’d never acknowledge it. Ghost didn’t form attachments – not in the way that others might. He lived in a world where connections were weaknesses, and weakness could - no - would get you killed. But still, in those moments between missions, in the fleeting glances and shared silences, I saw a flicker of something familiar. A reflection of my own struggles, my own battles fought in the shadows of my mind.

I knew better than to pry into his past. Men like Ghost didn’t share their stories willingly. They were locked behind walls so high and thick that no one could scale them. But in some way, just being near him made me feel like I wasn’t alone in my fight. Maybe that was the draw – the unspoken understanding between soldiers who had seen too much, lost too much, and yet continued to stand, unwavering, in the face of it all.

Every mission we embarked on was another chapter in a story that felt both infinite and fleeting. The gunfire, the explosions, the brief moments of camaraderie – they all blended together into a tapestry of survival. And in the middle of it all was Ghost, a figure who seemed more legend than man. I was determined to earn his respect, to prove that I wasn’t just another cog in the machine, but a soldier worthy of standing alongside the infamous Task Force 141. 

In the end, it wasn’t about being fearless. It was about understanding that fear was inevitable, but what mattered was how you handled it. Ghost had his way. And I had mine. But perhaps, in the chaos of war, we weren’t so different after all.

Read Part 2 here!

I want to turn this into a multi-part series. If you have any suggestions on how to improve for these guys let me know! Thought I might give these guys a writing shot and see how it turns out.

Thanks for reading this far💙

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

Rewarded myself for doing all my midterm projects by making some concepts (:

[frascospecimen]

Ok here’s some of these characters I’ve been working on. Each based off of albums

[adhd-languages]

I know this is going to be a massively unpopular opinion, but you can’t actually multitask.

You can do multiple things at once, but only if one is purely habitual. (Walking and talking, for example)

You can’t actually read posts while watching TV, or text someone while talking to someone else. You’re actually rapidly switching between tasks, which makes you less effective!

When you have ADHD, there’s that little devil in your brain that’s going to try to convince you that you need to be on tumblr as a stim to get work done or pay attention. This is objectively untrue. Don’t listen to it, and get a fidget toy of some description instead.

[kodokberjamur]

Uhh so I blacked out, and—

[tamblerdraws]

HAPPY 4 YEAR ANNIVERSARY RANBOOOOOOO

How has it been 4 years what is time

I’ve been here since like. Before the first spooky’s mansion stream

before Ranboo got on the dsmp

I remember being so excited about it-

Also I wanted to tie in more elements from over the years,,,, but I didn’t know how,,,, so woe doodles of Ranboos past be upon ye

K byebye

[ech0wingg]

Theres a lot of missed potential at SO I cant

spoilers!!

First of all, FOUR

Like, they have a pallette (which its REALLY good) but at the dialogue Pearl its like "Lol whos this", and later on the paralel canon Boss fight... And thats it. They totally deserved being another protagonist, theyre the og protagonist on Splatoon 2!!! Before Agent 8 came and hitted the spotlight with OE!!! Also gotta mention when you complete the pallette, Marina assigned them to be part of the security at the Memverse....... AND WE DONT GET A PEEP ABOUT IT AT THE MAIN STORY??? HOW DID AGENT 4 FAILED?? WHAT HAPPENED???

Plus, Agent 4 its more capable and fits more in the role of this roguelike Gameplay than Agent 8, why? At their Hero Mode, you can 1000% by using all weapons in all stages, also when you find sunken scrolls and anchovies in a certain stage Marie comments on Fours obssesion with finding little secrets.

Meanwhile Agent 8.... Give girl a break bruh 😭 if i was her i would complete only one pallette and then go home and prepare hot chocolate meanwhile watching a documentary on turf weapons. At Side Order we dont quite know the reasons of them being there apart from "helping Off the Hook", and being compared to OEs where theyre fighting for their literal FREEDOM... What a fall off :/

[virune]

what if i was a little silly and built upon my oni scourge idea, adding monk mighty into the mix. what if scourge persistently bothers mighty at his temple, and mighty says so many times that he'll ward off scourge if he keeps bothering him, but he never does. what if mighty lets scourge sit in the temple when it's raining. what if mighty offers him mortal food, even though scourge doesn't really need to eat, but he likes to indulge in earthly delights. what if mighty learns that scourge is a lesser demon that frequently gets picked on by other, stronger demons. what if mighty kisses scourge's forehead and reveals that he isn't so bad for a demon after all

[izzy-b-hands]

I'm meant to be doing a multiple text conversations between me and my mum rundownish thing for therapy this afternoon

...I accidentally scrolled so far back in the text history that I wound up at their trip out here and just before, and have spent the last hour instead going over every message and detail from the trip and am stuck on it to a degree that I don't think I'm getting any other convos looked at today

This probably counts as fulfilling my therapy homework prompt still though if the details are backed by the texts that started them/are contained within the text convo itself, right?

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Thank u God. Today is a better day so far.

Also please pray for me. I got laid off from my job, and my old boss is trying to recommend me to a new one, but I don’t know the new people or have their contact info. Please pray someone gets back to me soon and I don’t stay out of work for too long, and that my new job won’t burn me out too badly.

[mysicksecrets]

sometimes i think about my professor that used to like lowkey have a crush on me (he was at least 55.) last semester and every time i tell my friends about the stuff he did towards me i realize how u incredibly not normal that was

[owlf45]

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