#the lasy one counts

[dedisgone]

mannnn i swear theres more of these but 10 image limit has me in a chokehold

anyways freehoun stuff from my math classes

#ded draws #half life #hl #ded doodles #freehoun #gordon freeman #barney calhoun #calzone... lmao #half life gordon #half life barney #half life 2 #i GUESS #the lasy one counts

[mel-loly]

-“Ties and a Unique Love”..

#in this op au that I made. zoren (yes. it's a bit strange but I chose the name zoren for zoro) #had a somewhat “bad” relationship with a certain person (later on I'll tell you guys who it is) and this became a “trauma” for her. #feeling always surrounded by chains that prevent her from living the life she really wants.. #on the other hand. luffynda knows how zoren feels (basically. it's just her and robin who know. #as zoren tries not to show her weakness too much with this pain). knows how bad their relationship was. #and tries her best to make zoren feel comfortable. and “real loved” by her :] #and so.. the rest I will explain later- now I'm very lasy akgzksb #zolu fanart #zolu #(you can't see luffy/luffynda. but I will tag zolu too because she is talking with zoren. so- for me this counts) #roronoa zoren #op zoren #zoren fanart #zoren #one piece au #op au #genderbend zoro #genderbend op au #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #op zoro #zoro fanart #op fanart #one piece fanart #one piece #op #i'm mel and this is my blog✌️ #art #art mel #my art

[spaceydragons]

Tagged by @arthurmorganstinkydick and omg I love this one agkhadjk

The first celebrity, quote, outfit, and aesthetic pic on your pinterest is your vibe <3

Tagging @skeletoncowboys @penandsaber @bobafettuccini

#tagged #hi i want that dress #does the lasy one count as an outfit or an aesthetic?? #idk

[tsimvkas]

how to ride a boat — mason mount

A/N: hello my pretty babies 🫶🏻 need you all to pretend our boy has prince hair back at united for this one. hope you enjoy it and plss forgive any mistakes xx

word count: 3.8k | masterlist

content: unprotected sex and cocky!mason

If you’re being honest with yourself, you knew Mason wasn’t being called up to the England National Team this month. Coming back from injury and only having played two games in a new team after not playing at all for months at the old one, it was obvious his panorama wasn’t good.

But you were thankful for that. Seems ironic, because you’re the first person to want him to be successful, but more than anyone you also know how much he needs to rest. To stay home for a bit, maintaining his work at Carrington and focusing on getting stronger.

Of course, as his two year girlfriend, you always want him to be called up. You always want to use an England’s shirt with his name, ride to Wembley and watch your boy.

And you know how much it means for him to play for his country.

But it’s only the group stage, you remembered yourself. Staying, training, getting better and being called to defend England during the Euros it’s the best plan.

So, when the day arrived and the list came out, you woke up a bit earlier to make him a special breakfast.

It turned out to be really hard to leave your shared bed when Mason was sleeping so angelical, rosy cheeks and open mouth, his arm wrapped around you.

Mason stirred a bit when you lifted his arm and you froze, waiting to see if he would open his eyes, sighing when he stayed asleep.

You did your best to leave the room without making loud noises, wanting him to sleep a bit longer. Once you were downstairs, you started to pick the ingredients for Mason’s favourite pancake, with ‘strawberries, honey and a lot of ice cream’, like he says.

You were scooping a big ice cream ball to put on the plate when you felt strong and warm arms hugging you, making you give a lil jump before chuckling.

“What are you doing downstairs? You know I hate to wake up without you” Mason’s voice was raspy and lasy, and his newly grown beard tickling your neck made you giggle. “Don’t laugh. I hugged the pillow for two entire minutes before I realised”

“Oh, so you confused me with your pillow?” you faked an indignant tone of voice, and he held you even thigh.

“No! I mean, yes, but I was sleepy” he kissed your shoulder. “Are you making pancakes with strawberries, honey and a lot of ice cream?”

Your heart melted with the excitement in his voice and you nodded, finishing it. “It’s a special breakfast for a special guy”

“I’m the special guy, right?” he brushed your neck with his nose, and you wanted to peck his entire face.

“Of course you are” you rolled your eyes playfully, turning in his arms to face him. You hugged his bare torso, kissing his chin. “How are you feeling?”

Mason shrugged, tucking your hair behind your ear and smiling. You could tell it was a real smile, which made you smile as well.

“I mean, we knew I wouldn’t make it this month. I’m okay with it, it’s an opportunity to focus on training and being better at United so I can be a Lion again. And I have something planned for us today” he shrugged, and you cocked an eyebrow at his smirk.

Your heart flipped hearing happiness in his voice, not wanting to revive what you’ve both been through during his last months at Chelsea. “You’re still a Lion, babe. What do you mean tho, what kind of something you have planned?”

“I got the day off, we’re visiting Portsmouth” he kissed the tip of your nose, unpretentiously picking up the plate behind you. “After breakfast, of course”

You rolled your eyes again, tickling his waist. “Go on, we all know you love pancakes more than you love me”

“Are you jealous you’re not my breakfast today?” he raised an eyebrow at you, giggling when blood rushed into your cheeks. You actually were jealous, being honest. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll save room for you”

You’re sure it will be a long day.

Sitting beside him with your cup of coffee, you brushed his hair out of his face. After months of begging, he finally accepted his famous prince hair back.

“Are you serious about driving to Portsmouth? It’s a really long drive and we would have to come back tomorrow already” you questioned. As long as you have a flexible work schedule, Mason has a hectic one and despite wanting a lil trip with him, you always want to make sure he’ll have enough time to rest too.

“It’s still eight o’clock babe, we can leave by nine, get there around thirteen and only come back tomorrow evening” he smiled, putting a huge piece of pancake into his mouth. “Since a lot of my teammates are going to their national team, Ten Hag gave the rest of us two days before we must focus on training again, and I wanna spend these days with you, uh?”

“Okay” you smiled, stealing one of his strawberries.

“Hey!” he falsely protested. “You should be stealing kisses instead of strawberries. Go pack your stuff, hun”

You tilted your head to the side, admiring his shining eyes. “Have you packed yours already?”

“About this…” Mason looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Fine” you chuckled. “I can pack them for you, but you’ll have to make it up to me”

“I’ll” he kissed your forehead before letting you go.

Mason was always terrible with packing, never knowing what he wanted to bring with him, so you didn’t complain. Your relationship has been 50/50 since the beginning and whilst you would’ve packed for him, he would be driving eight hours total for your lil trip.

Once you were upstairs again, you started to pick clothes and underwear for two days, smiling when your phone buzzled with a text from Mason, telling you to pack your bikini. He hates shouting when it’s not to his new game or to his friends. ‘For you, I only have soft words’ he said once.

Such a simp.

You did as he asked, imagining he would want to go on a boat ride. Mason loved those. It was like a picnic above water, he always set the boat with a lot of food and maybe some games, sometimes just the pair of you or with some friends.

It was always so nice. He’s been trying to teach you how to drive his, and you think you won’t get rid of it this time.

After a few minutes, Mason finished his breakfast and came upstairs to help you, folding the clothes you took out of the closet.

When you closed your shared tiny suitcase, he kissed your forehead and went downstairs to put it in the car whilst you changed from your pyjamas.

“I’m ready” you announced when you got downstairs, only to find a shirtless Mason. “Why are you still not wearing your shirt?”

“It’s quite hot today” he shrugged, putting his phone in his shorts pocket.

You stared at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “You’re not driving shirtless” crossing your arms when Mason only raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re not. Would you like it if one day I decide to drive only in a bikini? I’ll have to deal with girls staring your body the whole drive, fuck off”

Mason tried not to laugh at your little speech, but he always thought you’re funny when angry. “Oh, so you’re jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing to the stairs. “Of course I am jealous, go get your shirt on”

“Give me a kiss first” he got closer to you, brushing his nose against yours.

You uncrossed your arms, hitting his chest with your finger. “You don’t deserve a kiss, babe”

“I’m getting one anyways” he smirked, grabbing your waist with one hand and heading the other to the back of your head.

You wished you could say you pushed him away, but you’ll never deny a kiss from Mason. It’s the kind of kiss who gets you relaxed, smiling and floating.

His tongue slipped through your lips, invading your mouth and making you sigh. He groaned when your hand found their way to his hair, holding you tight.

From one minute to another, you weren’t sure if you were still going to Portsmouth as he grabbed your ass, pulling you to his lap before squeezing harder, and everything inside you lit up.

You scratched his shoulder, and when his name fell out of your lips, Mason gently put you on your feet.

“Go to the car, babe. I’ll just grab a shirt” he kissed the tip of your nose and quickly left.

You remained standing in place for a few seconds, trying to recover from it. Mason can be a piece of shit sometimes, especially when he wakes up feeling himself more than usual.

You shook your head, used to it and his silliness, and went to his car. It’s a huge one and you always struggle to get in alone, so when he came back half a minute later you were still trying to jump in.

Mason slapped your ass really hard before helping you, laughing at your complaints.

The drive went as well as possible with you trying to keep your hands to yourself. You’re usually not that needy, but being in a small space with him for so long was always difficult. You could still feel the effects from his kiss earlier, his grip on your bum and his hands under your shirt.

You’re naturally attracted to him, the brown hair you’ve been begging for him to let it grow, the melted chocolate eyes, his lips that wouldn’t stay quiet for a second, being constantly bitten whilst he was concentrating on the road, so it’s always hard to keep your mind under control.

And not to say about how big he seems driving his huge car, flexed biceps and big hands pressing the wheel. You wanted him to hold you that way.

Mason caught you staring, turning his head to smile at you. “Saw something interesting?”

One of his elbows were resting on his window, his fingers stroking his own jaw. Cocky.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes. But this side of him was your favourite, when he was happy and relaxed, feeling like the pretty boy he is.

You and Mason stopped after two hours to eat something and for him to rest, before driving for another two. You tried to work remotely, but the sight of his arms kept distracting you.

“My parents won’t be at home when we get there, they’re having lunch with Summer and Mila today” Mason told you, and you tried to look away from how he was driving with just one hand, hoping he didn’t catch you. “So we’re stopping to do groceries and go straight to my silly little boat”

“Bitch? He’s not little at all” you cocked an eyebrow at him, and Mason shrugged with a lil smirk.

“I like big things. You knew that when you accepted to date me” he chuckled.

Soon he parked at his favourite grocery in Portsmouth. After so many hours inside the car you were a bit impatient, so you didn’t wait for him to get on your side, opening the door and trying to jump.

But you always forget how huge Mason’s car is, and you almost fell. Luckily, your boyfriend was next to you already, holding you in place. “Careful, princess” he kissed your temple, and you almost felt embarrassed for practically falling, but the way he always speaks to you makes your heart melt every time.

He offered you his hand and you intertwined your fingers together, so Mason guided you through the grocery store, one hand on the cart whilst the other was holding yours.

It didn’t take too long since he knew everything he wanted, buying a few fruits, chocolate bars, juice cans and some natural sandwiches.

Obviously, the cashier wanted a picture, but it didn’t bother you as long as they were nice when asking him. You love to see how much his childhood city likes and respects Mason.

After he paid everything and you were back in his car, your boyfriend helped you get in before putting the bags in the back seat. The place he keeps his boat is not that far, and soon you were parked, helping him with the bags.

You wore your bikini in the car and headed to the boat, settling the snacks in your boyfriend's little fridge. It’s cute, just like him.

Mason tried to make you drive the boat to his favourite spot, and initially you got it, but it was so much funnier seeing him drive it that you gave up.

“I don’t know how to do it” you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips.

“You were just doing it!” he cackled but let you sit in front of him, taking off his shirt and getting back to drive it.

It was hard not to look — almost impossible, but in reality you haven’t even tried to, eating him with your eyes. Mason only made it harder by flexing his abs every so often, changing his position so you could look better and even putting his hand inside his shorts to put his bulge in place just because he knew you were looking.

When he finally found the perfect spot, the pair of you spent the whole afternoon eating sandwiches and fruits, and gossiping. It was the definition of a perfect day for you, being able to have Mason around for that long.

The weather was really nice, not a burning sun but warm enough to allow you to use your bikini, and your boyfriend even jumped in the water, ‘to refresh his spirit’.

When he came back from his swim session, Mason opened the can of juice, approaching where you were laid in the boat’s sofa and giving it to you before opening one for himself. “Cheers”

The sun started to set behind him and you smiled happily, changing to a sit position before hitting his can with yours and drinking a sip. “Cheers”

After finishing his juice, Mason took a lot of blueberries in his hand and sat beside you. “C’mere baby” he tapped his thigh and you got closer, putting your leg over his. “No, you’re not close enough” he huffed, making you laugh.

“You’re all wet, Mase” you shook your head, but he just laughed, eating all of blueberries at once.

“You usually don’t complain when I’m all wet” he tickled your chin, grabbing your waist and nimbly bringing you onto his lap. “Much better”

His cocky tone made you sigh. And also the way he grabbed you as if you weighed nothing. And the way he was looking at you. And, fuck, his not so innocent smirk.

“What are you smiling about?” you whispered, tracing the shape of his lips.

Mason kissed your fingers, loving the weight of you on top of him. “I have you where I’ve been wanting you the whole afternoon”

Your heart flipped and you shook your head, trying to hide a smile. “You could’ve just asked me before?”

“Teasing is funnier, you know” he cocked his head to the side, kissing your jaw before placing one of his legs in the middle of yours. “Just ride it” he flexed his thigh, one hand on each side of your waist. “I know you want to. I know how to turn you on and I’ve spent the whole day making sure you would be dripping for me right now”

You were taken aback by his words, trying to process what he told you before feeling incredibly turned on, everything you tried to ignore during the day hitting you with full force.

“You’re such a-” you sighed heavily, rolling your hips forward, slowly. Not that you didn’t want to, but knowing he planned this you feel so innocent. How did you not notice?

“I can feel it, you know” Mason chuckled, like the bastard he is. “You’re soaked. Just like I wanted”

“We’re in a fucking boat, Mason Mount” you whispered again, not being able to take your eyes off of him whilst the friction started to feel good.

He’s so hot, it must be a crime. How you’re supposed to maintain yourself composed when he’s looking at you like he could fuck you senseless all night?

He giggled again, stroking your waist and shrugging. “I mean, you know how much I love my boat. And you. And the only way this view could get better is if I got to see that lil face you make when you cum — fuck, is so hot” he groaned in delight, picturing every single time he guided you to it.

“Shut up” you stopped your movements to hid your face into the crook of his neck and Mason laughed, cupping your bum and giving it a squeeze.

“We don’t have to, babe” he kissed your shoulder, and you'll never get tired of how much reassurance there’s in your relationship. “But we know it’s a bit hard for you to resist me, tho”

There’s no way you could deny it, anyways. Mason is really hard to resist.

You pulled up your face to look him in the eyes before putting your weight on your knees and start rocking your hips against his thigh muscle again.

Mason held your gaze and let out a soft groan, squeezing your ass to help you with your movements.

His bulge was visible through his wet shorts, that were stuck to his body. You know he always gets turned on just by teasing you, and you don’t even need to touch him, so it was obvious for you that your boy was hard as fuck.

Gently, you pressed him with your knee hoping it would give him a bit of relief whilst you were moving. The way he let out a shaky breath made you smile.

Mason always likes to act cocky with you, teasing you during the day and feeling himself, but as soon as things actually starts then the roles are reversed and he’s putty in your hands.

His grip on your bum tightened, and your hands went straight to his hair, your chest pressed against his. Mason closed his eyes when you kissed the tip of his nose.

Sliding one of your hands through your bodies, you scratched his abs before groping his bulge through the fabric.

Mason cupped your face, starting a loving kiss. The chances of being caught were low, but never zero, and he felt chills down his spine when you decided to touch him properly, tucking your hand into his shorts.

His lips parted a bit when you pressed his tip with your thumb, and you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue against his.

When you broke the kiss and stroked his length, Mason groaned, whined and chocked all together, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You looked down, pulling his dick out of his shorts. Your mouth watered at the sight of his hard, red and wet tip, seeming so sensitive, his veins turning you on even more.

“Oh, it’s so good” Mason cried out. “So good being touched by you after an entire day holding it”

You stopped riding his thigh, pulling his face by his hair so he would look at you. “You’ve been hard like this through the whole day?” you asked, biting your lower lip when he nodded.

“I kept trying to picture Ten Hag naked so my cock would hurt less” Mason said sheepishly, and you bursted into laughs.

One of the best things about dating him is that everything has this funny and lightweight aurea. Even sex.

“My poor boy” you stroked his jaw. Now his angrily red head makes a lot of sense. “I don’t want to cum on your thigh, babe. You deserve more than that”

“Fuck” Mason whined, biting his lower lip so hard that you thought it would bleed. He expelled more precum, and you know it’s due to your words and what he knows it will happens now.

“C’mon, I wanna ride you with the sunset behind us” you pecked his lips, trying to bring his wet shorts down a bit. Mason helped you, moaning when you took him in your hands again. “You’re so sensitive I might make you scream” you teased.

“You always makes me want to. I just happen to be good at swallowing my screams” he kissed your jaw, hands back in your waist. “But I think there’s no problem if I scream tonight, uh?”

“Pull my panties to the side” was your only answer while you grabbed his shoulder for support, your other hand still stroking him. Mason did as you asked, and you sighed deeply when he parted your wet folds. “I’m wet enough, Mase”

“Let me play a bit” he pouted, rubbing your clit. “Is this all for me?” he smirked, his cocky tone coming back whilst he slipped his fingers through your folds. You nodded, trying to maintain collected. “I know. I’m the only one who can make you drip like this”

You let out a pretty loud moan when he inserted two fingers inside of you, his thumb still paying attention to your clit.

He was always so good with his fingers, and his words always makes you ever wetter. When you started to move, Mason held your waist in place with one his other hand, taking his fingers off.

“C’mere” he silenced your protest, pulling you closer. “My dick is hurting as fuck”

“Sorry” you whispered, kissing his chin and lowering your body. “It will stop hurting now”

You teased yourself with his tip, enjoying the way his grip your waist tightened. “Babe, please” Mason whimpered, slapping your ass when you giggled. Your painfully pleasurable moan made him groan, and you finally guided him inside of you.

“Oh- Jesus” he cried out. You closed your eyes shut, feeling your thighs burn when he filled you completely. “Fuck, Y/N. You’ll make me cum so fast it’ll be embarrassing”

“It’s actually good to know I’m so hot I can make you reach it really quick” you tried to tease, but you were in the same situation. You could feel your cunt and Mase’s cock pulsing together before you started to move.

It was quick for both of you. The way your walls were clenching agaisnt him, so warm and velvet. The way his tip was pressing that soft spot every time you lowered again. The way Mason actually screamed your name when you changed your angle, putting your hand on his knees and arching your back.

You came first, instantly clenching and cumming when he rubbed your clit in circles, and he reached his own orgasm when your walls pressed him during yours.

It was pretty intense, and you rested your forehead agaisnt his, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re alright, babe?” you asked gently, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face.

Mason let out a shaky breath and nodded, his shoulders slightly shaking from his orgasm. “You might not know how to ride a boat, but you know how to ride other things pretty well”

#✧･ﾟ: *✧ tsimvkas — works #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fics #mason mount smut

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

Can we have creator wanting to die thing you wrote but with Xiao or venti? İ love my anemo boys. Could be a tic, or if you're lasy just write it as what you think would happen i would appriciate both if you could 🫶

Oooo!! There's an idea! Actually these two would be very interesting to write for me.

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Venti actually in my head is most likely one of the first to find out about the creator. I've already wrote how it happened in my first oneshot for this so you can scroll my profile for it. But! It's how he acts after that really gets my brain screaming. He would be such a depressed mess, absolutely devastated with himself for harming the divine. Seeing their body turn to ash while smiling had definitely messed him up a bit.

If he finds them again then all hell breaks loose, cause he is definitely gonna try and lock them in a safe place. Though that isn't really successful since creator being so mentally broken can and will find a way to experience another death. Though they can say goodbye to falling from high places as a method cause now the winds of Teyvat just refuse to let them end up as a splatter of muscle and blood, it's especially annoying in trying to push them to safety because of Venti's active paranoia over them.

He also would be helping Nahida in spreading the word to the other archons about the situation, though he very much will take the blame for being one of the first to harm them when they first arrived.

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Xiao? Oh god Xiao has had enough trauma this is so painful dhskdjf. Because while Xiao I can see as more of a casual follower kind of, the fact that Morax would be such a big worshipper is probably the reason why Xiao would be protective of the Primordial Mother's honor.

It's why he would have the highest kill count, both to dispell any opportunity for Morax to get angry and to uphold the creator's honorable visage.

Which is why if I feel like the more he encounters the broken creator, who is constantly seeking for a more entertaining death, the more likely he becomes...almost worried? Like he would mainly think it's just another lunatic that is super obsessed with the creator that they physically changed their image to look like them as a way to feel closer, but as time went on and each one talks about the previous' death. He would definitely become suspicious.

Normally how I think about why no one found out right away from their first time killing the creator is because it's a common thing to not look at the body of an "imposter" or "heretic" as they die, solely because seeing them in such a state while having the Primordial Mother's face would be a disgrace to them. So they typically wait until the body is gone, and by then the golden blood has disappeared.

This is how Xiao would find out, he would directly look at them as they died before him to fully understand. And upon seeing that golden does the reality of the situation hit him harder than any karmic debt pain he's felt. All those countless deaths, all those bodies that piled up from him. It was the same god, the same creator who the entirety of Teyvat loved.

It's definitely going to eat at him, practically devour his mind and almost shatter his mental state. But instead of fully breaking down, he runs to Morax, the adeptus, anyone he can think of to try to rectify the mistakes he and the others of Liyue have made.

When the creator is put into a safe place by the time the entirety of Teyvat knows, he's the first to volunteer as a guard. To make up for not protecting them like he should've from the beginning. Though this isn't gonna be good for either's mental health since the creator would just beg him to kill them, and him begging them to not say such things and to please forgive him.

#sagau #genshin sagau #death seeking creator #just a quick thing #i like answering these spontaneously #so sorry if this isnt enough

[transboysokka]

Avatarverse Hottest Man Tournament!

Grand Final!

alright lets get this over with...

Propaganda Below

Hakoda is seeded first in the tournament, having earned nearly 75% of all votes in his round 1 pool, defeating Fire Lord Ozai, Adult Aang, and Lieutenant Jee, and eliminating Master Yu, Admiral Zhao, Shady Shin, and Chit Sang from the competition.

In round 2, he defeated Amon’s Lieutenant with more than 88% of the votes.

In round 3 he crushed Uncle Iroh with more than 75% of the votes.

In the quarterfinals, he kept his momentum going to crush fellow DILF Tonraq with STILL more than 65% of the votes.

In the semifinals he STILL beat Firebending Heartthrob Mako with nearly 60% of the votes.

We have... ONE propaganda for Hakoda!

But tbh he doesn't need much more. We know what he looks like and what he’s working with. We know he’s an amazing warrior and a sweet dad. We’ve seen his leadership skills and have already crowned him one of the fandom’s top DILFs so… his competitors may have a lot to live up to…

#hakoda sweep

#daddy sweep

#hakoda squad is winning w this one

#DILF SWEEP

#hakoda sweep as god intended

#wanna lick his face#and that's just the beginning

#no fucking contest#none at all

#HAKODA KILL HIM

#hakoda doesn't NEED my vote but he always has it regardless#sokka's dad has got me down bad

#when i saw him in br pt 2 my mind went 😍

#chief dilf#the dilfiest dilf to ever dilf

#hakoda all the way

#hakoda 1000%

#go hakoda

#Hakoda to me

#okay now it’s tits out for hakoda

#DILF don't fail us now

#hakoda. easy. hes a dilf

#KILL THAT TWINK HAKODA

#no. i will not let some weird eyebrow boy kick the lasy dilf on this tournament#hakodasweep

#HAKODA TRUTHERS RISE UP

#HAKODA#KILL THE LITTLE BOY#DILF NATION RISE

#old man sweep.........#jk hes not really thay old

Zuko came in second place in his round one pool, up against some very stiff competition, earning the 10th overall seed in the tournament. He beat out Uncle Iroh, both Bataars, Zaheer, The Boulder, and the Pirate Captain.

He defeated Monk Gyatso in the second round, earning over 83% of the votes!

In the third round he beat Bumi II with over 85% of the votes.

In the quarterfinals he managed to beat DILF King Piandao himself!

Finally, in the semifinals, for some GODDAMN reason he beat Iroh II by a sizeable margin.

There are only three pieces of official art of Adult Zuko, unless you want to count Old Man LoK Zuko which you are more than welcome to.

#my sweet boi zuko!

#zuko every day of the week

#look at his hair#and the way he carries himself 😍

#GETTIM ZUKO!!!@

#zuko and im not sorry

#not gonna try to hide my shade on this one like HOW is this even a question we all know #ahmt #ahmt6 #atla

[linandara]

Have you seen what artificially generated art looks this days? It's so good. Ask an AI to do something in a style of say Van Gogh and it will do better than the original artist. Does that mean the end of the creative profession? I have heard a lot of purists suggesting "do your 10000 hours, execute with perfection and you will be counted as an artist, musician or whatever". But we can't beat a machine in this. It will do better, eventually, in every possible field. Prettier, more polished, more precise. We appreciate Van Gogh or any other human artist for their humanity, their turbulent history, their growth, ups and downs, their struggles and mistakes, their free will choices and, therefore, reasons why they did one artwork rather than another. They had to create, not being programmed to do so. Their art is a window into a living soul, a beating heart. That actually feels more real and eternal than everchanging physical objects around us. Machine will stay mere machine until it can produce human stuff. Maybe I am just lasy but am not going for mastery in technical, rational sense, including any purity of concept: artwork executed precisely to illustrate a point, an idea, an ideal. I tried, it comes out contrived. Human existence has layers, many are semi hidden from us till their time comes. That's why the self discovery journey never ends. The AI can scan all the encyclopedias and all the Internet and remix them skillfully but what can machine tell you about itself? Has it got any "Why?" Not yet. And when it will, it won't be a machine any more. #linandara #linandaras_art #thoughts #ai #layersofexistence #painting #distantlands #artist #dreamscape #wonderlust #escape #iamdreamer #adventurethatislife #feeltheforce #isitreal #curiosities #innerwork #art #otherness #arte #artcollection #artwork #nft #otherworldiness #portal #kunst #fantasticworld #странныйрисунок #wanderlust #wanderfolk (hier: Distant Lands) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgE5L2Jt_q3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#linandara #linandaras_art #thoughts #ai #layersofexistence #painting #distantlands #artist #dreamscape #wonderlust #escape #iamdreamer #adventurethatislife #feeltheforce #isitreal #curiosities #innerwork #art #otherness #arte #artcollection #artwork #nft #otherworldiness #portal #kunst #fantasticworld #странныйрисунок #wanderlust #wanderfolk

[rurus-writing]

A wound to heal (OC writing)

Notes: I made this like a while ago?? I don't even remember butsvsjjdjd take It because I still think it's pretty neat. Made this round 2 am so I'm sorry if there's some mistakes

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Ocs: Shou/Qiran

Word count: 825 words

Tws: Vague mentions of sh, some swear words but nothing more.

Tags: @a-chaotic-dumbass @mcofthemansion @anonymousgeekhere

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The silence in the room was unbearable. And yet, so many things were happening at once. Qiran stared blankly, as they proceeded to pick another bandage, from the little pile neatby. They couldn't remember for how long they've stayed there, trying to help a fare larger man in the same room.

He was crouching, trying not to hit his head against the ceiling, and as such making himself small. Needless to say, It was near impossibile for the conditions Shou was in. If he could've, he would've returned normal, as a human, taking care of wounds far easier.

Thus, he wouldn't have endured many other pains that came with staying in that Snake form for way too long. Unfortunatly, the greater loss of blood denied that wish completely. It was allarming, even for someone like him.

After brief instances, It was the smaller peer finnaly speaking.

"Ya...still bleeding, ya sure you're breathin correctly?"

They said, as they put yet another bandage on the old one. It easly sucked on blood. It took some seconds before Qiran could get a reply.

"I am."

They stared back at him, who was now looking away. They initially thought It was out of arrogance, but on a greater look, the expression of regret was painted on the snake man's face, just like a lasy piece from his creator.

They wanted to offer help, but opted to still take care of his wounds. Since bandages wouldn't work, Qiran took stricter methods. Thankfully, they'd brought some hydrogen peroxide with them, in case of an emergency.

The time they climbed a little on the man's body, so they could reach his arm better, they could feel him slither away after the first drop. On the second one, a full flintch. They knew It could've hurt much, but It had to be done.

To make Shou stay put, they had to use much strenght, while still making sure It doesn't do a mess. After a while, Qiran noticed a glimpse of Shou's face. As soon as they saw him visibly in pain, they stopped.

After a good 10 seconds, they began again.

"...ya should've told me to stop, I don bite, y'know?"

"It was bereable."

"Didn't look like It."

They said, as they'd now made eye contact with those sharp, emerald eyes. They were much bigger, and that freaked them out for a slight second, but soon adjusted to It.

"I...It wasn't worthy to be talked about."

As soon as Shou finished, he didn't have time to realize how much their expression changed.

"What. Did you just say."

Without too much hesitation, they were both face to face, with Qiran being dangerously close to the teeth right below them. If they didn't find the right Valance, they could've slipped into his mouth-stomach, and only the lord knows what would've happened next. The finger poke from their part wqs enough to bring him into reality.

"Wasn't worthy to be talked about?? WASN'T WORTHY?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN. IT'S NOT A MATTER OF WORTH, IT'S A MATTER WITH YOU??"

Shou was quick to look at him back,listening to their words

"Forgive me, I wasn't thinking well-"

"Then why did ya say that in the first place?? This ain't a competition, noone's better than other so, why were ya saying you somehow were lesser?? It just doesn't make sense, yanno."

"I've always been told this. I thought this was the thruth, I apologise."

"Why are ya keep sayin sorry?? i-"

"BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY THING I CAN DO."

Qiran was taken by surprise by the sudden shift of voice, and got startled.

"WHO'S FAULT WaS TO GET WOUNDS??WHOS FAULT WAS DECIDING TO GO THERE WITH A SHITTY PLAN??WHOS FAULT WAS TO PUNISH THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY WERE REGARDED AS A PAIN FOR MOST OF THEIR ENTIRE LIFE AND MADE FUN OF WHEN THEY TRIED TO TALK ABOUT THAT??"

Only then, Shou had realize what he'd done. He now saw their face looking from afar, preparring for the worst. He wanted to reach them and reassure Qiran better, but couldn't.

No matter how much he'd try, he could just worsen the situation more. He was close on hiding his filthy face and hoping they'd get away for how bad he'd screwed. And he did just that, faintly speaking afterwards.

"I...i didn't mean.-"

"..Hey, listen it's- it's enough, okay?"

Qiran's words weren't as rough, and rather had a softer tone. He didn't hear them approaching slowly, as Shou would've just hidden. He felt their hand on part of his lower arm, being able to reach only that.

"Ya overwhelmed yourself and now ya need rest, you're gonna be fine for the rest of the night and, tomorrow? Ya gonna turn normal! Guaranteed."

As Qiran was about to talk again, they were stopped by the touch of one of Shou's short claws. And thus, found the strenght to look at them again.

"You've done enough. Take a break."

"I know, I know."

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#*hits u w this and runs away* #masterlist #my writing #writing #ruruswriting #rurusocs #oc #ocs #shou #qiran #my ocs stuff #oc writing #oc fanfiction

[queen0fm0nsterz]

🧸 and/or 🕯!!!

Cute/fun headcanon: OKAY OMG!!! I have quite a few to make you all happy🤗🤗🤗

- As previously stated, I like to think Roger and the Lady are good friends. He's oftenly invited in her quarters to drink tea and have a nice chat. Being blind, he doesn't need lights on, so the Lasy lets the Shadow Children roam free. Roger likes the little guys and the feeling is mutual. They always climb on his arms when he comes by.

- Pretender calls the Butler "dad" accidentally when she's really sleepy. Makes him smile every single time.

- When Six was held captive, before locking her down in the basement, Hunter kept her with him at all times. She would just be sitting on his shoulders and silently observe as he goes about his day.

- Mono has an habit of talking a lot when he's nervous. Six doesn't find this to be a problem since she doesn't really talk a lot. Listening to him ramble is comforting.

- Thin Man's favorite color is yellow.

- The Runaway is one of the oldest children on the Maw. The reason why he's so good with the Nomes is because he's used to being the "cool reliable older brother".

- Sometimes Six lends Mono her raincoat when they're sleeping outside.

- Ferryman comes to check on the children every once in a while. He remembers all their names and counts them each time to see who's still there and who left.

- The Lady has an habit of calling the Chefs "children". Neither of them really minds since she's seen them grow up 'n all.

Favorite minor character: Definetely Lollipop Boy! I love the Bullies too tho ngl

#little nightmares #the lady #the janitor #roger #six #mono #the ferryman #the chefs #the butler #the pretender #lollipop boy #the bullies #the hunter #the runaway kid #the thin man

[aliasimagines]

Proudest Gradpa // Jason Todd

requested by @im-hqlover

At the mansion, what should be another visit from the reader at her boyfriend’s house turns into a kind of theater, where in the beginning it was just Jason reciting some lines from some of his favorite books, he starts acting too, the reader wanting to get in on the fun pick up her cell phone/book(?) (idk) and starts trying to act too, and the two start walking around the mansion while "acting" and laughing too. I can say that maybe Alfred was proud. (I hope you understand all this)

word count: 488

a/n: i'm sorry, this really took me so long and mostly because I just couldn't decide what book they should read from. eventually i went with pride and prejudice, but i didn't write out the dialoge cause i was too lasy but it's form chapter 34. thank you for the request, hope you enjoy it ❤️

Jason Todd is a nerd. No matter how many people at school thinks it otherwise, no matter how many of them see a typical bad boy when they look at him.

You know him, and he is a nerd. And it's the cutest thing in the world. Seriously, hearing your tall, crime fighter boyfriend, who looks so intimidating to so many people, ramble excitedly about his current favorite book? It's the best.

You walked in to the manor, after Alfred so kindly gave you a lift, as he was grocery shopping and saw you buying some snacks to bring over.

So as you walked closer to the living room you heard noises. No, it was talking. Jason? Oh he must be speaking to someone on the phone. You walked in the living room, so you could wrap your arms around him from the behind to suprise him when you saw he was not talking on the phone.

He was reading, out loud.

Jason was so into reading that he didn't notice you sneaking behind him and looking over his shoulder.

Your eyes quick found the part he was reading.

"... She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse. He even lookrd at her with a smile of affected incredulity." before Jason could continue and read the next line, you did.

" Can you deny that you have done it?" you read Lizzie's part causing Jason to jump, and turn around with eyes wide open. He looked at you for a second and than, deeply staring into your eyes he continued.

"I have no wish of denying that I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister, or that I rejoice in my success. Towards him I have been kinder than towards myself."

You shook your head, unbelievable, of course he knew the book by heart. Jason flashed a smile before passing the book to you. You chuckled quietly and went to read the next words of Lizzie Bennett.

During the next few minutes Jason stood up and the two of you started to act out the scene while walking around the living room. Somehow, while passionately shouting the dialoge at each other, you ended up in the hallway, not far from the kitchen.

A certain butler heard you, not that any of you were aware of how loud you were, and stepped in the kitchen door to peak out.

The sight melted Alfred's heart. Quoting Jane Austen was not an uncommon thing from Jason but seeing the two of you together made Alfred certain that his young master, damn, his grandson found the one.

The way you made him smile and happy? He was so grateful for you being in Jason's life. At that moment he felt like the proudest grandfather ever. And maybe he was.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd oneshot #jason todd one shot #jason todd fluff #jason todd blurb #batboys x reader #batboys fluff #batboys x you #dating the batboys #batboys one shot #batboys blurb #jason todd imagines #jason todd imagine #batboys imagines #batboys imagine #dc imagine #alfred pennyworth #pride and prejudice #alias imagines

[zaphowlsticklestorys]

Squid game tickle edision episode 1 green light laugh light

456/Gi-hun woke from is deep slumber looked around and wondered where he was

Huh what where am I? He looked around again to see this man that had the number 1 on his shirt. 456 walked up to him. Um mister do you know where we ar- shh he was cut off by the old man you will make me lose count!

Time skip because I'm lasy

A alarm rung and people with red hoods and masks with a T on them walked out of a big iron door

Hello players one of the people said you will be playing children games to win money.

Um how much money do we get? A player asked

I will tell you after the first game. Now all players in a single file line we are going to the first game.

In the game feild.

456 walked with the others seeing a very fumilier face it was his childhood best friend! Hi shongwo! 456 yelped as he went to his friend. Oh hi GI-hun

Right at that moment a voice called out.

Hello players welcome to red light green light you move when it shouts greenlight stop when it shouts red light if you move on red light you will be ELIMINATED....

Let the game begin

Greenlight!

Every one runs forward

Red light! One of the players tripled on there shoe lace than a gun sound flew in the air right on the player instead of screaming in pain he bursted into laughter!

Player ___ ticklnated

Tickle WHAT 456 thought

Greenlight!

#Foot steps#

Red light!

Dude what's wrong why you laughing so much? A player asked the eliminated player what he didn't know the doll sall him tilt his head down!

A gunshot shot the tickle powder at him but it hit a lady behind him both of them burst in to laughter causing a chain reaction!

There was gun sounds everywhere and laughter everywhere 456 and 218 were having trouble keeping balance because some of the tickle powder got on them

When the gunsounds stopped the voice repeated in a mistivius voice when it shouts greenlight go when it shouts red light stop if you are moving one red light you would be eliminated let us resume oh and one thing the guards will now be making this harder for you let us resume

Greenlight!

.......

Red light!

Hello..

456 didn't turn his head but made a worried face

I see your trying to get to the other side? yeah. 456 said with concerns

Greenlight!

456 quickly walks from the guard and gets closer to the end when all the sudden he trips on a laughing player ready for his fait he feels a hand grab him and holds him up

Red light!

With 5 seconds left 456 and his hero run for the end

4

They are nearly there!

3

Just a bit furder

2

They jump over the line

1

0!

They have maid it to the finish same with 218 with guns shots shooting the remaining players with powder

Stay tuned for episode 2 tickle tool comb

[pvntherz]

for the Headcanon thing Anna of Cleves from six?

1. Sexuality headcanon

I've always thought of Anna as a lesbian, because she's my emotional support projection character and I love a strong lady lovin lasy

2. OTP

Um, a tie between Coward and Boleves (what ever the hell you call anne x cleves). Coward because I'm a slut for friend to lovers and Coleyn because I'm a slut for chaotic dumbass²

3. Brotp

Aragon and Cleves or Parr and Cleves. Aragon and Cleves is shopping trips, washing each other's hair, and watching shit movies. While Parr and Cleves is like being in the same room counts as hanging out, sharing clothes, and swapping booms

4. Notp

Dont really have one yet.

5. First headcanon that pops into my head

TALL ENBY WITH A LOT OF DOGS

6. Thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character

Marrying a man who's daughter is the same age as you.

7. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave

Yes.

[veryfineday]

Friday 28 August 1829 (travel notes)

8

12 50/60

Vc

Rainy morning – to go or not to go – Breakfast at 10 – Dawdling over 1 thing or other before and after breakfast till 11 20/60 – talking to Miss H[obart] about dress and giving Cameron her travelling gown etc. etc. till it lead to my saying I must have someone to live with me  yes she thought so  I said I was unfortunately odd in those things yes ssaid she I did not think you at all odd at first but the more I know you the more odd I think you   when I said I did id not understand dress  yes but said she you are always sso nicely dressed – then talKing to lady S-[Stuart] or dawdling bacKwards and forwards

settled with miss H-[Hobart] about the bills at B-[Brussels] in an absence paid before we went to Ghent etc. – tooK a fiacre at 12 25/60 and out at 12 25/60 – went to the banK – then to gardiner’s English library  then called and sat 20 minutes with Mrs Sympson rue Ducal no.1046 – saw only herself and her daughter Emma –

Mrs S[ympson] fat and vulgarish  would have called on me but had not the honour of knowing Lady S[tuart] but would have called and asked for me only she thought I should be back till today  she thanked me much for my goodness in calling said how much she was obliged to me  and I came away thinking  well who in York would think of my thinking Mrs S[ympson] vulgar   alas I feel low at the thought how little I shall relish any but first rate society and how little certain I am of getting it well however I am genee now  I am with h better society than I have ever been be fore and tho I do spend my money tis worth it –

then wrote out in my journal Thursday 13 and Friday 14th instant – from 4 to 6 out with lady S-[Stuart] and miss H-Hobart went to Lace shop and hat ditto – blacK chantilly veils (not large (1 1/4 by 3/4 yard?) at 110 – 120 – 130 – 150 – franc  in a fiacre they paid for it   

then at 6 set out with miss H-[Hobart] to the booKseller’s (gardiner’s) and looKing about us and did not got home till near very near 7 – wanted to give her a ceinture – but we could not agree about the choice – dinner at 7 10/60 – afterwards spoke to monsieur de Proft about posting etc.  counted over my money and then sat talKing to lady S-[Stuart] and miss H-[Hobart]  while I was out this morning mr. Taylor  Lord Francis osborne lasy Peachhill and the miss walpoles had called

Miss H[obart] gets more at her ease with me and certainly likes me  she said at Antwerp one thing might make her more unconfiding she never began to like a thing or a person but she was ssure to lose it I said she would always find me just the same etc. etc.  I am all that is right with lady S[tuart] and that is well

Came to my room at 12 – very rainy morning – fair from about 3 for the rest of the day

#anne lister code breaker #1829 #vere hobart

[diary20216969]

22.08.2021

today has been too much. a bit of gender dysphoria here, some overstimulation and hypersensitivity there from the adhd. ceva iritabilitate ca am uitat sa consum butoiul de cafeina necesar pentru mine de a functiona. also, i so full of fucking anger.so imma let it out here

tarfa dracu. u useless fucking whore. why the fuck did you cheat on me. why, u prude uglly whore. why violate my privacy and read my shit. why. why did you leave me. how fucking dare you. you piece of shit living off his dad’s paycheck cause you’re too fucking lazy to get your musty ass outta the couch and work you knoow you’re good for nothing anyway. you wont be an actor, yo wont be anything. thhat’s just factz. and fortunatly i was sart enough to dont ake you the father of my child. bleah. fucking bitch. go rott. grasana imputita si cocalara. anipulativa idioata cu 2 neuroni de nu i-as da nici pisat sa bea daca se-neaca.  imi faci sila. ai facut operatie sa dai toata slanina jos si te vad zilnic coandand ancare sa bagi in tine. crezi ca inca ma poti controla. si juca cu mintea mea. catea burtoasa si plina de negi avida dupa bani. cu iti periti sa iti aduci iubitul infect sa se uite la gaoaza mea in timp ce incerc sa muncesc in paraghina aia cu miros de beci si mucegai, cu jeg si praf pe jos si fara curent si lumina. de ce il lasi sa doarma pe canapeaua de langa caera mea cu un vcrac cocotat pe pereti si sa sforaie ca un itocan in timp ce sunt online? singurul otiv pentru care ar ramane cineva in prezenta ta ca o mireasma de basini e pentru ca nu au alte optiuni. jesus fucking christ cum am ajuns aici doar dracu si pacatele mele mai tin seama. mori. si tu si gagica-tu si javra aia pe care o sa o otravesc cu otrava de sobolani si ace dupa ce plec de la tine.nu o sa ma distrug pentru tine. vaca imputita. tiganca borata, trebuia hitler sa va eradicheze specia. mosi plin de basini handicapat cu parkinson. cum iti permiti sa imi faci asta, you disgusting, ugly, oily redneck, you fuck hookers cause not even your fucking wife would touch you. you;re hilarious. your existence is hilarious truly.i was the only one to care about you. but now you;ll die alone. how dare they brake my trust, how dare they show me what i always knew.... that i alone in this, that i can count on yself only.. that i’m fucking amazing, rahaturi inferioare..spanzurati-va.

[kristallioness]

Use your language day (if I'm not too late) - Have a good day!

Have a good day! (English) - Head päeva! (Estonian)“One.. two.. three yuans back,” the old lady counted the golden coins on the counter.“And here’s your purchase, my dear. Have a good day!” she smiled while handing the bag to the Avatar.“Thank you, Mrs. Hui-Fen! You too!” Aang waved the shopkeeper goodbye as he stepped outside of the toy store. He shuffled inside the bag to have a second look at the new otter penguin plush. He hoped it would be good enough to cheer up his 3-year-old baby girl.Kya was sitting on a bench next to the shop. Aang squatted down in front of her and gave her a compassionate smile. She was still crying a little, her cerulean eyes fixed on the cobblestones on the ground in front of her. He attempted to wipe her cheeks dry.“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, sweetie. Look what I bought for you!”He pulled the toy out of the bag, making his daughter gasp.“I love it, daddy! Thank you!” Kya said, grabbing the otter penguin into her own hands and giving it a very tight hug. She smiled for the first time since she’d bruised her right knee while playing with him in the park nearby.Aang lifted her light blue tunic a bit to have a closer look. At least the slight bleeding from the cut had stopped. But her tunic was a tad grimy around the spot where she’d fallen and the blood had left a few small stains. Her father wished he was a healer, too.“C'mon, let’s go to the hospital and see mommy about that nasty bruise. She can help you clean up, too.”“Okay,” Kya agreed and let Aang lift her up into his arms before they started walking towards the nearest trolley station to ride to the heart of the city, where her mommy worked.———-x———-“Üks.. kaks.. kolm jüaani tagasi,” luges vana daam letil kuldseid münte.“Ja siin on teie sisseost, mu kallis. Head päeva!” ta naeratas, ulatades koti Avatar'ile.“Aitäh, proua Hui-Fen! Teile ka!” Aang lehvitas müüjale hüvasti ja astus mänguasjapoest välja. Ta segas koti sisu, et visata teist korda pilk peale uuele pehmele saarma pingviini mänguasjale. Ta lootis, et see on piisav, et oma 3-aastase tüdrukutirtsu tuju tõsta.Kya istus poe kõrval oleval pingil. Aang kükitas tema ees ja naeratas talle kaastundlikult. Ta endiselt nuttis natuke, helesinised silmad keskendunud tema ees maas olevatele munakividele. Isa üritas tema põski kuivaks pühkida.“Hei, kõik saab korda, kullake. Vaata, mis ma sulle ostsin!”Ta tõmbas mänguasja kotist välja, mille peale tema tütar ahhetas.“Ma armastan seda, issi! Aitäh sulle!” ütles Kya, haarates saarma pingviini enda kätte ja kallistades seda kõvasti. Ta naeratas esimest korda peale seda, kui ta oli lähedal asuvas pargis koos isaga mängides oma parema põlve marraskile ajanud.Aang kergitas pisut tema helesinist tuunikat, et lähemalt vaadata. Vähemalt kerge veritsus haavast oli seisma jäänud. Aga tema tuunika oli veidi määrdunud sellest kohast, kuhu ta kukkus, ja veri oli sinna mõned väikesed plekid jätnud. Tema isa soovis, et ka tema oleks ravitseja.“Tule, lähme haiglasse emme juurde ja näitame talle seda vastikut muhku. Ta saab aidata sul end puhtaks ka pesta.”“Okei,” Kya oli nõus ja lasi Aang'il end sülle võtta, enne kui nad hakkasid lähima trollipeatuse suunas jalutama, et sõita linna südamesse, kus tema emme töötas.Author’s note: Don’t worry, you definitely weren’t too late! Thanks for the prompt that took a sudden turn for the cute! As I started thinking about what to write, I figured that I want the person saying it to be a minor character, such as a random shopkeeper, for instance. And once I decided that Aang would be the one buying something, everything else came together nicely.

#uyld #ask #s-n-arly #shards of Kristal

[clarenecessities]

4/18/18

man i spoke too much french earlier i keep getting caught in it. think i missed a few accents earlier too but eh. i’m rusty & most of my stuff is spoken/heard these days anyway, between emma & ml. heh. emma and emmel. that’s fun

anyway

long day at work went very well, people kept thanking me for doing super mundane stuff? this one guy complimented me on my knowledge of the building’s layout when i told him where the elevator was. i was like yo man i half live here i got the scoop. there was something else i’m forgetting too but then a couple of people were asking about scheduling & thanked me for my “great insight” like. did someone put compliment juice in the water or something? i know i work 7 hours straight but this is unprecedented

got some writing done, decided to just lean into the fantasy arsenic thing bc quite honestly if i can bullshit a whole swamp i can bullshit some biology. i’ve done my research, i know my poison stats, and that’s all i can do, ja feel?

read some, but not a lot.

learned the signs for hello & good night (just in case) although without an instructor i’m probably fucking something up

haven’t heard from my mom like, all week? Mom u good ?

oh we had a staff meeting! the one i thought was last week & woke up early for for nothing. it went well though, i’ve got a lead on a fresh broom bc i guess the ECO took ours--lifeguards have one that they’re not using, ‘cause the pool deck is more of “mop” scenario. they’re doing challenge course stuff this summer & need people to help out which like, i need the hours but i’m real bad at Heat & Physical Activity

i might have another job by then anyway. hm. i should, anyway.

ah i worked with Lasi for the first time today too, she was covering for Chloee. she talks a lot but in a nice way, & she’s a good attendant--actually does space counts, answers the radio (unlike Kevin, who ignored me like four times in two hours) etc. a good egg. much younger than i realized though?? a freshman. an infant 

sorry i’m talking so much in this one, i usually write these as i’m getting ready for bed but i’m still trying to convince myself to get off the couch lmao

tomorrow i need to work on: food stuff, job stuff, pokemon go raids. note to self

#daily clare