#on the INSIDE OF MY CLOSET

[lingering-sunrise]

tw small creature in my house (unwelcome)

THERE IS A BABY SCORPION ON THE CEILING OF MY CLOSET

Why

Why

Why

Why

Why

[shithowdy]

landlords truly will take every measure to gaslight you into thinking you're doing something wrong asking for maintenance.

one entire side of my room is covered in cracks and has a musty, damp smell due to some bad leaks from the rains earlier this year + a huge pipe leak in the adjacent laundry room. every complaint has just led to the cracks getting shabbily patched, and i have to keep a window open or my room gets a mildewy smell.

so i contacted the goddamn city about it, saying i am experiencing sinus issues and suspect black mold, and within days some men were tearing up the laundry room to replace things and now they're saying they need to come into my room and tear up my wall too-- but not without huffily implying their time was being wasted and that the black mold allegations are serious, as if i will be in trouble if they find none.

as if a cracked wall full of mildew is somehow more acceptable. we pay $2600 a fucking month and i am not going to let some lazy, greedy fuck prevent my conditions from being habitable while he hosts brunches on his tax fraud dollars in his condo across from the yacht club. fuck you fuck you fuck you victor makras.

[lordkairos3626]

I do have a headcanon to explain the absolutely beautiful and wonderful phenomenon of illager evokers seemingly launching themselves off of various high surfaces at any and every given opportunity (which is definitely a result of their “flee from player/creaking” goal interacting with their insane speed modifiers)

It’s cause they’ve fucked up their body’s fight or flight response- Likely with the magics they use for totems and whatnot since they canonically rely on witches for potions. These guys had to go about healing through other means when witches weren’t/aren’t readily available, and in the process of finding said other means unwound some very important natural processes in their body. Which were subsequently (and poorly) replaced with magical equivalents.

Basically this means that sometimes evokers get spooked cause someone dared to say the word “boob” without the second b and the resulting spike in blood magic levels causes them to quite literally get startled to death. They perceive a threat, instinctively attempt to get away, and end up tripping over their own robes and falling down the stairs.

This is visibly worse during raids where Mojang decided it would be funny(which it is) to increase their speeds further for some reason. So sometimes you’ll walk around a house and manage to catch a glimpse of black and gold robes disappearing into a canyon cause apparently you were too close.

There’s also the issue of they often don’t know when they should be running away until their legs are already broken. The enraged enderman that was accidentally caught by your fang attack and is now running directly at you is clearly not a real threat. Neither is the zombie that just stabbed you with a shovel for the same reason. But you know what absolutely is a real threat? The bat that just flew into the window- Scariest shit ever.

It’s the primary reason they remain so secluded and have so many flowers and water features, basically things to keep the stress levels low. Vexes remain ever-present in the woodwork attempting to mitigate the chances of an evoker falling out the third story window or getting flattened by a bookshelf because someone stepped off of the carpet in the hallway and the floor creaked a little too loud.

I love these guys and their dark arts stuff but I don’t think people play around with the fact that they are one of the most accident-prone mobs in the game nearly enough. Minecraft equivalent of a startled bird flying straight up and hitting the ceiling too hard. They’re so stupid and they’re perfect. <3

[dragqueenstarscream]

can't stop thinking about the seraphina prime au, so now i'm imagining sentinel and optimus sleeping together after they finally make up, and optimus reflexively calls sentinel "good girl" while eating him out and it makes sentinel overload on the spot

[sleepylothcatbuck]

Well fuck... I'm Eddie Diaz

[ragnarockz]

Agnes clawing herself out of her clothes after Evanora visits

Ok, you heathens. Here we go.

This is a direct connection to This Prompt (in between Agnes running upstairs to the time she comes back down to the living room). It sits as a second continuation now to this Prompt.

TW of course for internalized homophobia and thoughts/actions of self-harm💔

They waited until the door unlocked and then closed; the house settling in silence. Vidal shifted her weight, about to turn but heard Agnes' voice,

"Don't. Not until I take this off..."

Vidal felt like she was dying inside, standing there unmoving as she heard noise behind her and knew it was Agnes rushing away, up those stairs and into their bedroom. She heard the heavy wooden door of their bedroom slam shut.

Agnes' skin was on fire; burning like a star in space.

Her skin was crawling; itching. A million pinpricks covered her and she couldn't swat them off, couldn't shake them away.

She felt like her body was scorching and freezing at the same time; unable to tell what her body wanted to do in this moment of heightened panic.

After she had made sure to slam and lock the bathroom door behind her; she stood there in the middle of the room and gasped for air. Hyperventilating would have been the nicest way to put what she was doing, how her body was reacting. It was almost like she was trying to get out whatever was inside of her; whatever was rotting away that made her awful. Whatever it was, made her feel incomplete.

The purple dress clung to her body, hugged her curves and made her sick to her stomach. It felt like the material was imprinted onto her, burnt right into her body like clothing would after the effects of a nuclear bomb. Patterns and memories forever stuck on your skin, unable to escape. Unable to let go.

Her hands flew down to the hem of the dress and she yanked up with all her might; she couldn't pull the fucking thing off fast enough.

She was frustrated; through hot tears that ran down her face and blurred her vision she tried to get the garment off over her head. The neckline caught her hair, pulling as it went.

She felt her eyes screw up, trying to see through the tears, trying to see through the white, hot rage that enveloped her.

How many times before this had she stood in a bathroom and pulled, ripped, tore dresses and skirts off of herself? Always feeling like those clothes were made of burning embers; scorching into her skin. Into herself. Into her person. They were reminders of who her mother wanted her to be, expected her to be. She hoped and prayed that those pieces of clothing would merge into Agnes; give her the satisfaction of becoming a 'proper' little girl; an even better 'controlled' young woman.

Agnes dry heaved as she threw the dress into the farthest corner of the bathroom. Dry heaving and screaming; her fingers remained bent at the knuckles. Clawed. She had clawed out of another fucking dress; another bad situation. She had torn away from another reminder of the prim and proper woman that her mother wanted her to be.

And she couldn't, wouldn't ever be that. Not with her messy hair, not with her sailor's mouth nor her sexual preference towards women. She denied anything that was the opposite of that. Couldn't picture herself in that fantasy world of fitting a picture of what her mother envisioned for her.

She gathered up her loose hair, scrounging around the countertop for an elastic to put it up. Once she did, she stared herself down in the mirror behind the vanity. She grabbed the corners, held on tight as she felt another wave of nausea rock her.

She stared up into her blue eyes; noticing the anger, the betrayal of herself, the disgust and the guilt that always poked its ugly head whenever she thought it had left for good. She wanted to claw at her face; scratch it up and make herself look ugly like she used to do as a child. You couldn't be an beautiful little girl in a dress with a ugly, scratched up face, could you?

She screamed at herself in the mirror; hearing it echo and then stop. Could Vidal hear her? Would she come running up the stairs and try to open the door? She waited, didn't hear anything and then took a breath. Vidal was giving her her space; something she could never thank the agent enough for doing. Sometimes,Agnes had told her, she needed to feel her emotions without anyone there to coddle her. Vidal had understood without question.

She stared and stared at herself until her eyes relaxed and her vision blurred and she let out another scream again; trying to pull at the edge of the countertop. Her hands slipped; felt a sharp pain in her right one as it nicked the edge. She swore loudly, slamming her hand down onto the countertop. She was sick of it; sick of it all.

She was so sick of feeling trapped; unable to come into her own. She was sick of still having to shove that fucking dress back into her closet and wait for it to be brought back out again.

She knew, as she turned her head to stare at the crumpled purple mass in the corner, that even if she did get rid of it, threw it out, donated it, fuck, even set it on fire, there would still be a single purple dress still stashed in the back of her closet. There was always going to be a reminder of that girl, of that teenager. She couldn't let her go; couldn't cut her off.

A loud sob fell from her mouth as she crouched down, squatting in front of the vanity now. Her hands shook as she brought them up to her face; pressing into her palms.

The image of holding Nicky for the first time flooded her mind; making her smile slightly through her sobs. She didn't think she could ever be that person, ever be a mother. It was so out of her realm of possibility that she almost didn't believe it herself when she found out she was pregnant. And then, as quickly as Nicky came into the world, she couldn't remember a time without him.

She wiped at her eyes; hands still shaking as she took a deep breath to soothe herself. She was hiccuping now; trying to settle her stomach and nerves. She realized them she had to go back downstairs; go back down and face Vidal. She didn't know what that meant but she knew she couldn't walk away from her, hole up and die without facing her.

She got herself up off of the floor; and headed to the shower. She didn't remember getting under the boiling water; couldn't remember soaping up and rinsing off. She for sure didn't grab a towel to dry herself, instead, she headed for the bathroom door, unlocked it and exited. She made her way to their bedroom and found her boxers, her track pants. A tee shirt that was way too big and way too old to even still be in her rotation. She put them all on and then grabbed for her favorite socks; dark grey and heavy as if she was ready to pull on her boots and shovel snow outside. She sat on the edge of the bed for what felt like hours; trying to calm her mind.

How much clawing could she do until her fingers were worn down to the bone; blunt and broken? How many times could she stuff that purple dress back into her closet and hope that it would never see the light of day again?

Heavy construction socks padded out of the room and down the stairs. She saw all of Vidal's stuff by the landing and smelled a faint scent of cleaning products. She caught sight of the agent, sitting in her familiar perch, head in her hand. She was asleep with a deep line of concern etched between her brows. Agnes realized she had never seen that before.

[je11ybun]

Wow Angel moment

[tinukis]

went to one piece cafe!! pretty awesome

out on a trip to las vegas so ofc i had to stop by the cafe! i didn't go alone but hopefully this is another step closer to convincing my fam to start one piece

[asterias-corner]

copia if he SLAYED💕💕✨

(Bonus)

Spot the difference challenge level impossible

[decadentboat]

So...

I have sinned *shame* *shame* *shame*

I don't know if I ever mentioned this here but I don't like F*nkos. I feel they are ugly and soulless..................BUT

To my disgrace, they released 3 versions of Mitsuki and 2 of Chouchou. I was debating if I should get them since, at that time, I was collecting Mitsuki and Chouchou merchandise. I gave in and bought BM Chouchou overseas and preordered SM Mitsuki and regular Chouchou from a local store in my country. I don't tend to buy imported stuff in my country bc most of the time the prices are inflated, but they were reasonable priced. And... AGAIN, to my disgrace, I was scammed. They never delivered or even tried to contact or reply to me(Damn you, P*pH*nters in Peru)

Then some days ago, I went out with my sis for some supply restocking and LOL they were selling the SM Mitsuki(discounted) I couldn't allow to leave my BM Chouchou alone. But I don't think I will get the regular ones or the extra Mitsuki one...

I feel brainwashed. I look at them and I think "fuck, they are ugly" but when I recognize their details such as the little snakes, or Chouchou's pigtails and butterfly wings or Mitsuki's little sword... I...

extra taking advantage this has no notes lol

[awkwardfancymeal]

the thing is, i relate to dan a concerning amount that its uncomfortable but the craziest thing was watching big and realizing that he also experienced the whole realizing ur gay and then having ur first real crush on ur best friend and going thru the whole tragic unrequited gay crush melodrama but then learning that they were gay the whole time just not into u. like. STOP COPYING ME?

[themostimportantnight]

This might just be the theory ever

[hanniesthoughts]

striptease :DD

except it’s you hiding in my closet watching me get changed and stealing my underwear when i walk away or watching me shower though the crack in the door while sniffing and licking my panties like a pervy mutt~

[magirroni]

Lefty and Puppet clay sculpture.

[silkmori]

today at work is one of the kid's last day at our school and i am dressed in all pastel. im also wearing rainbow heart-shaped sunglasses

[icewindandboringhorror]

I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol