#I’m supposed to SELL that

[indimiart]

concept: tailor Astarion who makes beautiful dresses for his beautiful husband and then loses his marbles when said husband tries them on

that’s it that’s all I got

#bg3 #astarion #tailor Astarion #nievan ilthurin #I love tailor Astarion so much listen #he makes dresses and beautiful things and tav tries them all on and Astarion’s like damn #I’m supposed to SELL that #anyway #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #tavstarion #bg3 tav #tav #bg3 astarion #tav x astarion #please ignore how wonky this comic looks idk why it’s so crooked

[dcangel]

i’m telling yall just imagine lying in bed with stiles; you’re on your back, he’s draped over you/your side. you have an arm around his broad shoulders, nails gliding up and down, side to side on his back over his grey shirt. your other hand is combing through those unruly brown waves on his head, they’re completely messed up from hours of just existing in one another’s presence. and stiles couldn’t ask for anything more than the soothing effect your touch has on him. the room is slowly getting darker over time, courtesy of the setting sun, allowing a gentle orange hue to be cast over his face, making the golden flecks in his brown eyes shimmer like little suns. he’s gorgeous— ethereal, even, while he lets his gaze settle in the path of yours. his eyelids are weighing down, then opening wide, then drooping once more. you’re always stressed about school or supernatural problems, but whenever he places his head near the curve of your neck and lets his arms hang over your body, there’s no weight at all. he’s practically engulfing you like one of those huge ten-by-ten blankets, but who needs a blanket when you have stiles?

#help #this was supposed to be a small rant abt his back #(and his broad shoulders) #i need him #like i’m being so fr #i’d sell my soul to lay with him like this #stiles stilinski #stiles core #stiles’!world #teen wolf #dylan obrien #stiles stilinski teenwolf #stiles stilinski x you #my rants #stiles stilinski fluff #stilesfluff #stiles teen wolf #stiles stilinski fanfiction

[sracha]

silly little bandmates

#strqrock au #I forgot how to drawww hi. #this is mostly for my reference but I also have to prove taiyang does in fact exist in this au #I play fast and loose with the heights the only two rules are: raven bigger than qrow. #and summer has to be at optimal trajectory to yoink certain people down for kissssiessss 😗 #3 leather clad goth gummy bears and their one guy that has a lot to say about the she sells seashells bullshit. what will they get up to.. #summer and tai like it’s so obvious one of these identical twins got more nutrients in the womb…and I’m supposed to not saying anything❓❓❓

[spadesmain]

Two ourple kittlings!!!

#old grampa and teenage garbage dweller gurl friendship >>>>>> #they tell lots of stories to each other #seam’s are very historic and can provide a moral lesson #while catty’s is like ‘omg like— today all my books fell down in front of everyone in school oh my gosh it was like so embarrassing🙈!’ #also I’m using catty’s undertale version instead because why not and her dark world outfit is supposed to be stained and full of things #and they sell garbage with bratty cause they are like besties heart emoji #anyways incoming tagsss!!! #catty and bratty #bratty and catty #catty undertale #undertale catty #catty ut #ut catty #undertale bratty #bratty undertale #bratty ut #ut bratty #the court magician #seam deltarune #deltarune seam #seam dr #dr seam #undertale fanart #undertale #deltarune fanart #deltarune #utdr fanart #utdr

[autistic-katara]

happy pride month guys c:

if ur not queer ur legally required to buy me weed within the next 30 days

#i’m almost out #and idk where my dad keeps it anymore #(i stole mine from him cause i’m a teenager who rarely leaves the house alone how am i supposed to find someone who sells) #(+i’m broke asf) #so yeah u have 30 days to get it to me or ur homophobic #queer #lgbt #pride month #trans #transgender #bisexual

[nat-seal-well]

It’s the holiday season for everyone who works in retail, which means we’re getting 7-8 boards of freight every other day and it’s impossible to catch up. And none of it is really on sale yet so nobody is buying anything so there’s no room on the salesfloor because it’s so fuckin expensive.

Legit everything I’ve been getting is sleepwear and there’s no room and it’s endless and I want to tear out the throat of the person responsible for buying all of this because no one knows where any of it is going to go. The holiday season is the worst time of the year.

#sealy rambles #also I’m supposed to be putting out tables of socks #for Black Friday so they’ll sell down #I would LOVE to get my socks out but there is just #no space #and I have to keep adding rows into my pads like #how

[dirtbra1n]

it’s about running away and being chased and knowing when to surrender but maybe not how to surrender. it’s about chasing and chasing and chasing until you blink and realize that you went from being the hunter to being the huntee, like a looney tunes bit. except there is no laughing happening, and no punchline, and the anvil and grand piano and cruise ship landing on your head one after the other are simply metaphors. still painful, though. more than enough to send you spinning, or knock you flat, or weigh you down.

—

that is to say, on the topic of weird love:

love that is unconventional, bizarre, lacking rhyme or reason. perhaps off putting, though it isn’t really, or beyond any one name or title.

hanzawa masato hadn’t been expecting any love whatsoever. that it is unconventional (or bizarre, or off putting, or so on) is salt in the wound.

(not that it doesn’t suit him, he knows himself to be someone who is, in more than one manner of speaking, fairly weird. acknowledging this is further salt in an exacerbated wound.)

tangentially: hanzawa masato doesn’t ordinarily have any particular desire to die, but recent circumstances have pushed him to reconsider.

who made you feel like you have to handle things alone? did we teach you shame? do you think we don’t want to look after you anymore?

well, fine, “to die” is something of an extreme. he doesn’t think he actually wishes to die, doesn’t want his heart to stop beating or his neurons to stop firing. it just has to be a violent enough reset, send him back to a youth where he’d wake up every morning and choose to be busy as a fun pastime rather than a survival tactic.

not a snapped neck, but, well. whatever.

—

he’s back at the river. he never has his pant legs rolled up. it’s getting on his nerves.

the current is mild today. he can almost make out his face in the water, not that he wants to spend any time admiring his reflection. the sun’s beating down on him, too-warm on his skin. he inhales heat and regrets it.

his eyes reflected are wide open as they stare up at him. the reflection looks like it’s getting clearer.

masato doesn’t like that.

submerging his head, he figures that it couldn’t be any harder to breathe with water in his lungs than it is without.

—

sometimes, very rarely, when he has time alone with his thoughts, masato forgets how to breathe. becomes over-conscious of it and does it wrong, inhaling without feeling like enough oxygen is getting to his brain. his entire chest will move up and down but it feels like he’s dying.

to be frank, masato feels like he’s dying a lot. running on autopilot, it seems, is better for him in the long run.

but, well. that’s boring.

inhale for elastic muscle activation, exhale for large muscle contraction. draw your arm back, hit the ball.

breathe, won’t you?

leaving tashiro after club is easy. walking to the station to wait for the train is easy. clouds are gathering overhead. he rests his eyes awhile. rookie mistake.

his rib cage is rickety and the joints in his fingers have gone stiff. his neck has hardly any mobility to speak of. images like shadow puppetry are playing on the backs of his eyelids. weird love. mapping intimacy, tashiro drums his fingers on masato’s chest, where the bones of his rib cage jut out. presses down on the joints of each of his fingers until they pop.

stands behind him with his head in his hands and guides it just so until his neck cracks—

masato feels the train’s arrival in his bones. he opens his eyes. he feels geriatric. something about the barometric pressure.

tashiro-kun, do you know any chiropractors?

he squints at his phone, bleary.

with a license, he clarifies, unnecessarily.

—

masato is a little worried that he might have strange tastes.

—

it’s like this: being with tashiro gonzaburou is terribly easy for hanzawa masato when he’s not in love with him and wonderfully difficult when he is. this is an on-off situation. this makes everything worse. riddled with impossibilities—frankly masato’s convinced it’s a sickness. or a curse.

standing against the violent current with his feet planted firmly in the silt, masato ponders the symbolism at play. rivers representing cleansing, rebirth, the beginning of things. he, symbolically, watches a coffin bob apathetically downstream to his right. he, symbolically, wades with great difficulty to catch up with and lie in it. cleansing, rebirth, the beginning of things. destruction, also.

masato’s good with literature—the basis is that you cannot build upon what’s already been built. what existed must be razed to be remade. something must die to facilitate a rebirth. religious undertones abound, though flood myths are universal.

definitely a sickness; he wonders if there was ever any basis for this, before. he doesn’t really want to believe that tashiro was the first. selfishness. sickness. the sort of thing the river’s supposed to cleanse him of. what he should do is get out of the coffin, maybe swim around a little.

he doesn’t.

masato stares up at the sky above him, listens to the wood creaking around him. imagines he’s in a boat instead. a flood so great it threatens even the heavens—the rocking of his “boat” is making him a little, well, sick.

he jolts awake. riddled with impossibilities. weird dreams shouldn’t count.

they do, though.

he has reason to believe that the creaking of the “boat” was actually the creaking of his bones. he feels brittle enough to have earned the spot in that coffin. it might’ve been his all along.

he really doesn’t like that.

—

ah.

masato wants to live.

#the hanzawa masato post….. 3!!!!! #hanzawa masato #this was supposed to be straightforward and also not prose. like very explicitly i had planned for this to be not prose #because it was supposed to be a soft sell. a guided tour through the dirt brain so to speak #to. you know. ‘soft sell’ hanzawa to tashiro. i would be wearing a tinfoil hat and everything #but. well i really never learn. that’s the moral of the story #hanzawa to tashiro #maybe i’ll readmore a rb of this with the worst of it #themes and all. all of THIS is to say that this is less a sales pitch and more fic drafting #which is unfortunate. since i’m notoriously terrible at drafting fics. #whatever whatever whatever. hanzawa masato haunts me wherever i go. and also tashiro is there #I PROMISE I ALSO CARE ABOUT TASHIRO. JUST SO WE’RE CLEAR. #it’s just that hanzawa masato is haunted by images of the river and i am haunted by images of him in the river. #the metaphor has long since spiraled out of hand. i’m fine with it #fuck i forgot #long post #tacking this on the end also. #hanzashiro #sasaki to miyano #hirano to kagiura #at this point. yeah it’s like darts. throwing tags at the end like darts #dirtbrain writing

[deklo]

um 🧍

#the big company that owns the small company i work for #announced to us today that they are going to stop selling our products outside of ca…and they’re cancelling all production and sales of our #second best selling beer (holiday beer) #it’s like they literally want us to fail :) #and they have the audacity to look us in the face :) #and repeat their corporate bullshit meaningless words to us :) #wow #i’m feeling horrible now and so is everyone else #vibes are BAD here at [redacted] i’m leaving work early and ordering food #just to be clear we sell our beer everywhere but 70% is sold in ca and that’s their argument. they’ll save money by not transporting #but to not sell our huge classic beer??? people travel the country to get that beer #it’s so special. it’s so beautiful. i might cry over a stupid beer???? #i’m gonna delete this later i really am not supposed to talk about it hehe

[vmbrq]

never mind yall i gotta cancel my size kink subscription😔✊🏽 i forgot that im actually tall LMAOOO like i knew but it just never really REGISTERED until now, y’know?

like this is ACTUALLY the difference between me and ethan

EMBARRASSING.

#i’m gonna kms #I CANT HAVE SHIT IN THIS HOUSE #i’d sell my soul to not be this tall #but anyway we ball #so i suppose strength kink is more fitting #but tbh with the lack of difference between us he’d probably struggle to lift me or push me around #at least in my brain #FUCK #IM SO SKFNFNFDNSK #wait maybe that means i have a shot at whooping his ass #both he and quinn almost got folded by chad at the same time #so im gonna hold onto that hope until proof of otherwise is presented #but he’s still like #STRONG? #but i’m #wait this gives me an idea

[x-ladydisdain-x]

Would these make fun earrings or would it just lead to awkward situations of explaining them

also do you think someone would buy them

#as in pre menstrual symptoms #I’m supposed to be making earrings to sell for a thing my school is doing #but also I would wear these #sometimes opal says stuff

[rosefinnigen]

Why am i on Uber eats putting together a $25 order when I have 71 cents in my bank account? And other unsolved mysteries

#please excuse my whining #i was slightly peeved to weigh myself today and discover I am slowly losing progress #also I am supposed to get some money soon but it’s not here Now and Now is when I’m hungry #if anyone knows of a demon I could sell my soul to for approximately $26 lmk

[ca-cupid]

theres kinda like 50 different plot points going for rainbow vision and I don’t understand what’s going on

#rainbow high #I know I’m not supposed to bc it’s just a show to sell dolls but like do kids understand or am I just slow

[sunshines-through]

Gah, my new manager has been here for like 2 months and thinks he knows everything. Like I’m actually so frustrated… don’t doubt me when I’ve been with this company for 9 years… kindly go fuck yourself 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

#rant #ignore pls #can’t vent to anyone at work because they think he’s a god #might be good with the computer shit but don’t know nothing about what sells and what the customers want #I’ve been doing shit that I’m not even suppose to do… it’s his fucking job not mine

[myinterestsvary-writes]

Self-sufficient literally relates to food according to google. Why’d they just throw that in there if their love language isn’t food?

He may be an immature, emotional and reckless weirdo, but he does take good care of her 😭

Edit: shipping goggles on, she does this with the twins as well but she considers them her friends more and likes them significantly better but why doesn’t she push him away more aggressively or be more cold lol

Edit 2:

#TamaHaru #this is supposed to be about KasaHaru but omg I’m such a TH shipper 😂 #manga #HaruTama #knowing that she ‘randomly’ (yet not really as she herself says) falls in love with him #this scene is super recontextualized for me. once again the anime didn’t do a good job on something lmao #the anime didn’t do a good job on selling them I meant #the TamaHaru…but again biased

[celestefem]

“you wasted your days off reading and making art!!”

“……..”

#personal #my mom just texted this to me and it just really made me upset #i don’t think making art and reading is a waste of time #if i’m working ten hour days i don’t want to come home and just spend all my time cooking and cleaning #(also she decided to fold all the laundry that’s been building up over the weekend and just left massive piles of her clothes all over. #how am i even supposed to clean around all of this??) #again it’s weird because my dad is saying i should quit and just write and make art for a living (selling prints and jobs on fiver etc) #and here my mom is saying that’s all a waste…. #if capitalism is just working yourself to exhaustion and consuming useless products i don’t want to be involved…

[myfriendtheghost]

I 🥲 finally 🥲 see 🥲 Josh 🥲 tomorrow 🥲🥲🥲

#I’ve been waiting so long 😭🤍 #I was supposed to see Greta in MARCH #and then that got rescheduled for August #and then I had to sell those tickets #and I initially bought the tickets the week before my birthday in February #I’m so happy #I might actually cry