Got both my covid booster and my flu shot yesterday, one in each arm, and 1) ow, 2) probably this is why the adderall feels like it's only barely helping, 3) I'm so glad I was able to get these but also ow.
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cleaned out my closet of all the stuff I no longer wear and some highlights of what I found:
My 10th grade homecoming dress
2 marching band t-shirts from high school
All my Young Americans t-shirts from high school
a homemade t-shirt with a faded picture of my 8th grade class pet Algernon
a dress from Mexico that I got when i was 9
my high school graduation robe and cap
2 different cold shoulder sweaters (so disappointed in 17 yr old me)
Soooooooooooo many t-shirts that are straight from a 2012 time capsule like oh my god they are so bright and flimsy who let me have all these shirts? Why do I still have these damn shirts? It looks like the Polyvore site threw up in my closet!
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i think the most insane thing of this trip other than a really sweet old woman baking us a cake was the mayor of the town becoming a waiter and serving us pizza. like when is that ever going o happen to me again
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Day 24: Granddaddy Long-Legs
Malignant & Mobile
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yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always.
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Prompt 184
“Well damn.”
Jason wrenched his gaze from the mess of red and green spattered across the room, searching for the source of the voice. His head hurt, he wanted his Dad. He wanted Bruce. He… his head hurt. His everything hurt.
“Honestly, didn’t expect them to find another half-breed. Didn’t think there was another halfa out there…”
He tore his gaze away from the floor- when had it gotten there- finally finding the other… person? The person giving him an empty smile through some sort of muzzle and missing an entire arm. Well, he couldn’t judge, he’d torn his nails off while digging out of his grave before… this.
“Hey, kid, don’t sweat it, it’ll grow back,” the man apparently noticed where he was staring, shoulder twitching as he shrugged and more green pouring out. Jason couldn’t stop staring, eyes slipping from the growing pool to the rest of the chains apparently keeping the person on that side of the… room? Cage? Cell?
“Shit, hey, kid, kid, don’t cry, uh, fuck, shh, kid don’t cry-” the person made a noise, some sort of hum or croon that caused him to relax. To his already brain-damaged confusion. “C’mere, away from the door now, shh…”
Oh, when had he started to move? It was like he blinked and was stumbling away towards the chained person, practically tripping over a limb before the person managed to catch him. “Ope, oh you’re just a little baby-” a hand, clawed, carefully ran through his hair, tucking him against a rumbling chest that nearly made him tear up again. He wanted Bruce.
“It’s alright kid, shh, they won’t get you,” the man rumbled, everything about him green to his rapidly closing eyes. Pale skin like a corpse, black scales like rot, hair white like snow, all stained green with blood. “They’d have to kill me again for that.”
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“a starry night”
the bad batch season 3 episode 4
THAT reunion based on vincent van gogh’s work
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some portraits based off frames I liked in the first episode of Voltron. The pilot episode still is everything to me.
Thought this was a nice angle of Shiro <3
Wanted to play with giving Allura a different hair style while keeping the silhouette of her canon hair.
I thought Sendak's evil little grin was fun
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I love Raphmona and I love Rasey, but as much as I love turning ships into polycules as an indecisive multishipper, these are 2 ships that I can NOT see working out as a polycule
Casey would try to flirt with Mona like Raph and they’d just respond with:
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