#im completely hooked

[james-p-sullivan]

[hellenhighwater]

the only--the ONLY!--thing I had on my to do list for today was work on any of the commissioned paintings that I need to get done. That was it!

So instead I've sculpted a bunch of clay leaves to make into a mobile, gave a kitten a bath, rearranged the sunroom and repotted a few plants, watered my tomatoes, got some eggs from the doves, read a book, did some laundry, made a book press, made a video about making a book press, bought a detail sander and halloween candy, taught Vice to do a double high five, accidentally melted my gardening gloves, went to the animal shelter, and forgot to eat for the entire day.

So I'm pleased to announce that all executives are functioning at 0% capacity, as per normal.

[nin-ei]

"Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!"

[valfeathers]

@crimsonsnippet 's swap au grabbed me by the throat and flung me like a ragdoll and i let it

[julsiemagne]

Some people are so quick to call Lilith abusive or "The new Stella" when we haven't even heard her speak, it was a 2 second clip of her face, we don't know her intentions because news flash: They're all fan theories and nothing has happened officially yet. Yes, IF it was actually Lilith and not Eve like the theories have said, she was wrong for leaving her family for seven years to stay in heaven. HOWEVER, I don't think Lilith has ever verbally abused her husband and has ever hit him before. You know, Like Stella.

Lilith is STILL wrong for that but we don't have any proof of her being abusive except for theories and headcanons yall take seriously. Be fr. It was a short clip. 💀 (in that case she is more.. dare I say, "neglectful" rather than abusive)

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[rainfallbeats]

was talking to a friend abt characters who could be mentally ill and hear me out: i know pearl and marina were besties shortly after they met but give me child soldier ptsd marina. give me marina feeling paranoid, like shes in constant danger having run away completely alone. pearl offering to help her and marina thinking theres a catch. but she quickly grows comfortable around pearl and realizes that no one is trying to hurt her anymore. that would slap i think

[thegoldenavenger]

I will admit... svsss really got that "obliviously romantically dense" character trope LOCKED down.

[anteroom-of-death]

Friendship with what little mental stability I had left has ENDED! Now Escapism and wanting to Wendy Darling and Captain Hook to fucking nasty is my best friend

[samnooks]

ik like i expect wilbur’s circle to make a response like especially philza to show where they stand with abuse but when it comes to the younger cc’s im not gonna hound them for an answer bc thats weird. theyre like younger than my sibling. i am a grown adult. im a few years older than them. yes maybe they are legally adults but its about the age difference yknow and its not like i want them to stay silence like i still expect them to at minimum express support shubble and denounce wilbur

[pinkfey]

sunkissed.

words: about 800. summary: teeny tiny drabble so i can practice writing again!! talyss notices ursula looks different lately. setting: roughly fourteen years before the events of bg3. pre-relationship.

Something was different about Ursula. Physically. It wasn’t the hair, for sure—Talyss had braided it every day for the past two decades and certainly would have noticed a change. Her clothes, perhaps? A new piercing? No, definitely not. The Scarlet Serpent had not made for port in more than a month and Talyss always accompanied her when they docked.

The object of her ruminations sat crouched before her, having busied herself with some flimsy ropes the deckhands discarded while Talyss provided moral support via the occasional handfed slice of fruit plucked from a nearby basket. That is to say: she did nothing of use, but Ursula had never turned her company away, so she made do sitting pretty, sharing a tangerine, and admiring the view.

The view which currently confounded her. Something was amiss, she was sure of it. 

With the Serpent sailing eastward, the sun rising from the seascape casted a blinding corona around Ursula’s silhouette. Talyss tossed bits of rind aside and squinted, tempting fate as she precariously teetered on the tip of her chair’s legs to get a better look. The band around Ursula’s bicep went taut as she pulled the ropes close to her, then relaxed when her arms extended to rest on her knees. Talyss absently teased a slice of tangerine between her teeth in contemplation. For the briefest of moments, she wondered why Ursula had never shown any carnal interest in anyone over the years. Between her attractive musculature and mysterious charm, she certainly wouldn’t have trouble seducing anyone. Not that Talyss would know.

Ursula worked her fingers through the knotted cords, wiped her brow with the back of her palm, and when a bead of sweat glimmered down her cheekbone, Talyss’ breath caught in her throat. She lost balance, chair tipping to the side, and she shot a hand out with barely enough time to brace herself against the parapet. Frozen, she glanced back at Ursula, who hadn’t so much as raised a brow. Typical.

Then she spotted it. A mark or… perhaps a smudge of dirt? Right on the crest of her cheek.

Righting herself proper, Talyss reached out without hesitation and gently rubbed at the mark, but upon inspection of her thumb, it remained. She rubbed at it again, more vigorously this time, until Ursula shot her a deadpan stare. 

Talyss scoffed at the look. “Ursa, is that… a freckle?”

Ursula returned to her work. Her cheek had gone a little flushed, but the blemish had stayed put. “We’re at sea, Talyss. What do you-”

“Stars above, it is!”

She tipped Ursula’s chin in her direction, ignoring her friend’s evident annoyance, and found more freckles peppered across her nose and cheekbones. Random and haphazard, faint and dark against her glistening teal skin, yet they were almost… delicate. As if Selûne had dipped a brush in seawater and painted them herself. 

Talyss let out a soft breath and reached her other hand out so as to touch her. “You have freckles.”

But Ursula jerked her chin away from her with a sniff, and Talyss’ hand returned to her chest self consciously. Self consciously? That was new. She took a sudden, intense interest in her tangerine and ignored the lurch in her stomach that she suspected was not the ship’s doing.

“Captain noticed as well,” Ursula said. “Said it’s the sun’s fault.”

“Mark of a true sailor, then?”

Ursula almost smiled, which, to Talyss, was a victory. “Something like that.”

Talyss wrinkled her nose at the stench of brine the breeze blew their way, but Ursula, hot with sweat, took it in with a heavy, relieved breath. And Talyss just watched. She has freckles.

So something was different about Ursula.

Something was different about Talyss, too. 

With Ursula, she used to carry herself well—that subtle confidence, that ease—and why not? She was her oldest companion—there was no need to feel any way other than comfortable, no? No. Lately she’s been disjointed. Lately she loses her balance on chairs and wonders whether her dearest friend has bedded anyone. Lately she gets embarrassed, self conscious, shy. Lately even doing nothing of use in her presence felt like she was admitting something. Felt intimate. She used to be able to touch Ursula without a thought, but lately it left her skin itching. She wanted to do everything for her. To feed her. To be with her. To write songs about it.

Talyss peeled the last quarter of the tangerine and offered it to her. And when Ursula leaned in to accept it, wisps of white hair stuck to her forehead and her lips grazed her index finger and she pulled back to return to work as if it was nothing, as if the offering and the accepting were still mundane happenings that simply happened and were not an indication of anything more.

It’s different for me, she wanted to say. Isn’t it different for you?

But there was no fruit left in the basket, so she stood up, turned, and walked away.

She prayed she’d watch her walk away.

[smartichokes]

i cleaned 1 section of my room 😌

[wazzuppy]

me: mr grizz please ive been working for five hours im literally in the 3000s of my points for this shift can i get some more money please

mr grizz: how about this hat thats three months old :)

[octopusinaskinsuit]

New hyperfixation just dropped

From the sky

[yume-fanfare]

the way they dropped this Before the stream too