#time is a social construct

[in-stitchesx]

Yes, my favorite spots are the ones that are the most insanely ticklish on me. Yes I will squeal and beg you to "don't do it! Please!". Yes that means I need you to tickle me and ignore the incoming shrieking (because god knows I can't stay quiet)

#wybies in a lee mood #wybie says shit sometimes #oh btw im a year older today lol #or yesterday? its 1am #time is a social construct

[denwenai]

of course they're gay all pirates are gay

#actually all pirates are bisexual but gay is funnier to say and it annoys more pirates of the caribbean fans #ofmd #ed x stede #blackbonnet #this is an old piece but idc #time is a social construct #my art #artists on tumblr #artistas argentinos #digital art #wacom art #clip studio paint

[mkaugustpoetry]

It's amazing how fast we lose our sense of time.

As if we were never meant to know more than

Hungry, tired,

The baby's crying,

Sun's up high,

Keep the animals alive.

A few days away and

5 PM doesn't mean anything,

I'm eating dinner at 9.

The neighbors exist on a timeline of

their own creation.

The dog will wait for the storm to stop before a walk, she doesn't care about the clock.

Sunday bleeds into Monday,

It may as well be Friday,

It's all the same when all you know

Is that the moon is low on the horizon,

Fat and full,

And the sunflowers in the back are blooming,

And that means August.

#poetry #my poetry #writeblrcafe #august #original poetry #poets on tumblr #twcpoetry #spilled poetry #poeticstories #poets and writers #writerscreed #time is a social construct

[microwavepopcorn]

#TGI...Friday!!!!!! #wow the days of the week would actually mean something to me if I had a job lol #every day is the same #we live in a society #time is a social construct #woooooooowowwfjdsfsldfdf #no im just being weird #anyways #have a great weekend bertgif nation!!!!! #bo burnham #bert gifs #bo burnham inside #bo burnham make happy #bo burnham what #egghead #robert pickering burnham #inside bo burnham #happy friday

[vbholidayfestival]

It's finally time.

The crowd falls silent as the bridge lights are dimmed, leading everyone to focus on the vast, clear sky that stretches overhead. Everyone waits in silence, some holding their breath in anticipation. And then comes a whistle as the first round of pyrotechnics zips up through the sky, followed by a deafening BANG!

Sparks burst into a thousand extraordinary lights, painting the sky in mesmerizing colors — brilliant red, emerald green, incandescent white, royal purple. Another spark shoots up, exploding into stars and lighting up the crowd spectating below. More fireworks follow, one after the other, twirling through the air before exploding into blossoms of rainbow light. Some streak through the sky like shooting stars, while others spin and dance and trace intricate patterns across the heavens. Unseen by the crowd below, a Jirachi zips through the barrage of colors, adding its own playful glow and spark to its favorite colorful blooms. Somewhere behind you, you hear people start screaming the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne. If you're up to it, you join in.

The spectacle continues for well over a half hour, bursts of color painting the night sky in the color of your dreams. It's wonderful, captivating...

Magical.

As the salvo of explosions simmers down to a mystifying calm and quiet, you can't help but think that maybe this upcoming year will be better than the last. We hope your dreams will come true.

Happy New Year, from your hosts at Village Bridge!

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#vbholidayfestival2023 #new years eve fireworks #a bit early but we're all on different schedules #and I wanted to get this out before people got super busy with the actual ball drop #time is a social construct #happy new year everyone!

[totally-original-artist]

Cuddles with Satan

Note: Saw that one devilgram where i think satan and mc were snuggling on a beanbag?? not sure, it was on youtube tho, mammon and levi threw a hissy fit over it so i decided to write this.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders, pulling him a little closer to you. Resting your cheek on his hair you let out a large sigh and sink further into the beanbag, relaxing your whole body you feel yourself getting drowsy. The man in your arms has already fallen asleep so you didn't see any reason you couldn't do the same.

You feel his steady breaths against your neck, sure signs that your feelings of comfort were shared. You couldn't help but bear a small smile seeing him in such a state. Who would've thought the avatar of wrath himself could look so peaceful while he slept? Just as your eyes start to flutter shut, you feel him shift in his sleep.

Satan groans as he turns his head to look at your, half lidded eyes quivering, struggling to stay open. You normally would've laughed see him squint like this but your body was too tired, you end up simply letting out a happy sigh.

"Time...?" He asks groggily, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them in a attempt to see better. You regret leaving the lights on in the library, you two were sure to get a earful from Lucifer the next day. And yet, your exhaustion outweighed your fear of a lecture so you stayed put.

"It's late, but I'm not sure if either of us have the energy to walk back to our rooms." Satan lets out a whine, he props himself on one elbow, scanning the room for his phone.

"We...should be studying...hng."

"No." You stated stubbornly, Satan squints at you in confusion. "It's late, we'll study tomorrow, the test is next week we'll be fine." Hearing this, he scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows in an attempt to glare at you.

"I will be fine, I'm not too sure about yo-" and he get's cut off by a yawn. "...you though.." He almost looked like a cat then, you move so you're lying on your back and gently cup his cheek in one hand.

"Cute." Satan just let's out an ineligible sound and plops face down on your chest. You here a muffled 'shut up' right after. Cute, you think to yourself once more.

Satan slowly lifts his head up, meeting you with a light pink tint on his cheeks. He doesn't say anything, just looking at you with a pout, you stare back with an amused smile. With a sigh he averts his gaze, adjusting his body so he's fully lying on top of you, letting his arms loosely wrap around your neck. "Night..." He whispers.

You settle your hands on his back, then leaning forward you place a small kiss on his head. "Good night."

And before you knew it, sleep took over your body. It didn't bother you that the lights were on, neither did you bother you that you had no blanket. All that mattered was that you were here, holding the love of your life in your arms. What more could you want?

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me satan fluff #fluff #satan x gn!reader #satan x gn!mc #i only get motivated at 2am #my first work after a #uhhhhh #6 month break i think idk anymore #time is a social construct

[avianii]

09 ghost is so babygirl and reboot ghost is also so babygirl tldr he is 💗💗💗

#cod #fish game posting #i will be back on my top gun bullshit tomorrow morning #today morning #whatever #time is a social construct

[morganwrites-starwars]

Time is a social construct pt. 25

Mandalorian Time Travel AU

Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he may as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.

TW: character death

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        The rules were simple: anything went, aside from help from the crowd, the first one to surrender or die loses, and the winner claims the Darksaber the right to be Mand’alor.

        Easy enough. Din just needed to not die. He was good at that. Hadn’t died yet.

        Din had spared with Obi-wan, Jinn, and once (on a memorable occasion) with Yoda. He knew how to fight against a lightsaber, how to deflect and dodge and keep his distance. The problem was that Vizsla was no Jedi. Din hoped that his knowledge of fighting both Jedi and Mandalorians would translate into this situation.

        Vizsla struck first, heavy-handed, and aimed for Din’s neck to catch Din off guard and end the fight quickly. Unfortunately for him, Din was paying attention to every small move the man made, his years of bounty hunting having finetuned his attention to even the slightest shifts. Din quickly met the Darksaber with his spear. The sharp ringing of the noise reverberated through Din’s skull, but it wasn’t painful.

        Din was bulkier than Vizsla; his muscles were a result of years of hard work, while Vizsla’s were from working out and sparing. The man didn’t strike Din as the kind of person to get his hands dirty in everyday skirmishes. So Din could easily push Vizsla away and swipe at him with his spear. Din thought about lighting his flamethrower but decided to keep that as a surprise, just in case.

        Vizsla activated a shield generator and his wrist to block Din’s strike. Din rushed the man, spear held as a block. He clashed with Vizsla, and in his free hand, Din grabbed one of his vibroblades and swiped it under the shield. He barely nicked Vizsla’s side, and Din could make out Vizsla’s faint swear. Clearly the overconfident man hadn’t expected Din to get a hit in. They separated, and Din grinned at the blood smear on his blade. He’d gotten first blood. Not a guaranteed win, but it definitely looked promising.

        The blood enraged Vizsla. He dropped his shield so his hand could grab his blaster to fire at Din. Din took the shot to the chest, grunting at the impact pain, but otherwise fine. Din strapped his spear onto his back to grab his own blaster. Vizsla’s armor wasn’t pure beskar, and while it could take some hits, it would fail much sooner than Din’s. So Din fired shots, not even aiming for the man’s chest or head. He just needed Vizsla to drop his blaster. Din wasn’t going to win if the fight stayed at a distance. He needed to get close. He needed to get the Darksaber.

        Predictably, Vizsla put his blaster away to shield himself. Why he didn’t deactivate the Darksaber so he had a free hand was beyond Din. It was no good at a distance, and it was clear Vizsla wouldn’t have any luck rushing Din.

        Din continued to shoot as he rushed Vizsla again. He went low this time, trying to get his shoulder under the shield. It was a pain, and needed to go. The Darksaber swiped at his back, and Din hissed at a burn on his side. Din was focused on getting his vibroblade under the arm and-

        There! Din slashed the shield generator before retreating. The shield sputtered out, and Vizsla rushed him again before Din could escape. Din met him in a grapple, one hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding the Darksaber. Yes, up close fighting was what Din wanted, but it was also more dangerous. Din was saber-resistant, not saber-proof. Din’s other hand punched the wound on Vizsla’s side. He was head-butted in return, and that would be an annoying headache. Din stumbled back, letting Vizsla’s wrist go, catching the Darksaber on his hal’cabur. It left a scorch mark, but Din was fine.  Vizsla tried to hit him with the blade again, but Din dodged as he grabbed his spear again. He held it in front of him as he crashed into Vizsla. The beskar spear met the Darksaber heavily. Din shifted his weight and kicked the side of Vizsla’s leg with all his power. Vizsla’s leg crumpled, and the man fell. Din followed him. He dropped his spear, so both his hands were free to try and wrangle the Darksaber from Vizsla. It left more like a child’s fight for a toy than it had any right to.

        Din took the punches to his side from Vizsla, entirely focused on getting the Darksaber. Din was still on top of Vizsla when he kneed the man’s inner thigh. And like Din had found a button, Vizsla’s fingers loosen just a hair-

        He got it! Din managed to pull the Darksaber from Vizsla’s hand, getting a vibroblade sliced across his side for his efforts. The pain didn’t matter as adrenaline flowed through Din s he rolled off Vizsla and to his feet.

        Neither moved. Din stood above Vizsla with the unlit Darksaber in his hands- using both hands because he wasn’t stupid. The room went silent, their onlookers hushing at the events. Din’s heartbeat echoed in his ears. Vizsla was frozen on the ground, but Din could practically see the hate radiating off him.

        Din allowed himself to take a few deep breaths in the silence. They rattled something in his chest- Vizsla may have cracked something with his hits. He could kill Vizsla; Manda knows the man deserves it. But a part of Din (that sounded suspiciously like Satine and Obi-wan) insisted he gave Vizsla a chance to surrender and live. Din lit the Darksaber, which jolted Vizsla to his feet.

        “Bastard,” Vizsla growled, not dissimilar to a feral tooka.

        “Surrender,” Din offered. “You don’t have to die.”

        Vizsla laughed. It was a deranged sound. “You truly know nothing. I would rather die with my pride than surrender to the likes of you.”

        And that was that. Din didn’t bother answering. He fired three whistling birds and waited for Vizsla to move to dodge them. The distraction allowed Din to close in, taking the blaster shots Vizsla fired in stride. He used his jetpack to boost him the last few feet. He knocked Vizsla down again, flying over him this time and landing on the other side. Din whirled and kicked Vizsla down as the man tried to climb to his feet. Before Vizsla could get past his knees, he had the Darksaber at this throat.

        No one moved a muscle. It felt like the entire room was holding their breaths. Din stared at Vizsla, imagining the sneer on the man’s face. Din thought of Paz again- he hoped his actions wouldn’t cause his friend to not exist. Maybe Din’s clan would never be formed. Little Din Djarin wouldn’t lose his parents, would never meet his buire. Satine wouldn’t be saddled with too much responsibility at a young age, Obi-wan wouldn’t become a general, and the Jedi and Mandalorians would never be killed.

        This really was it, wasn’t it? The moment everything changed for good.

        Din thought he should say something, some grand statement offering a final chance at life to Vizsla. Show he was merciful. But Din didn’t feel merciful, and Vizsla had made his position clear.

        It was over with a flick of Din’s wrist. With his head inside, Vizsla's helmet rolled to the side, and the rest of his body slumped in the opposite direction. Din didn’t spare another glance, preferring to look around the room. The Death Watch members looked torn between avenging Vizsla and fleeing. But the True Mandalorians had them surrounded.

        “Kyr’tsad is dar’manda,” Din said after it became clear everyone was waiting for him to speak. The Death Watch soldiers stiffened. “ Don’t let it be your death like it was Vizsla’s.”

        Some soldiers dropped to their knees and bent their heads, following Din’s advice. The majority stayed standing. “ If you surrender, you will be offered a fair trial. You will be executed otherwise .”

        More people knelt, but half were still standing.

        “Long live the true Mand’alor!” One of the standing soldiers shouted. Jango knocked them down and held a blaster to their neck, waiting for Din’s word.

        “I plan on it,” Din said dryly and nodded. Blaster fire rang out, followed by the drop of bodies. The kneeling soldiers did not look up or move as their wrists were restrained and weapons removed.

        Din didn’t know what he was supposed to do next. Probably make sure the True Mandalorians were ok with him being Mand’alor.

        Jango solved that problem for him. He stepped up to Din’s feet, removed his helmet, and knelt with a fist on his heart.

        “I pledge my loyalty and my life. I swear to severe and answer your call as Mand’alor,” Jango swore. He looked up and grinned at Din. “Mand’alor Djarin.” The other True Mandalorians knelt. “This is where you say something,” Jango whispered.

        Din, grateful for the guidance, spoke the words that came to mind. “I may not be known to you. I never wanted to lead; I just wanted to take care of my kid. But the state of Mandalore will only lead to our destruction. We cannot be divided.” Din hefted the Darksaber over his head with one hand, the action feeling right. “We must stand together as one.”

        “Oya!” Jango barked and was echoed by the other Mandalorians in the room.

        Din didn’t feel nervous. For the first time in a long time, he felt confident and at ease. He had a goal and a good idea of what not to do.

        This wasn’t for him, anyway. It was for his ade- for all the Mandalorian ade. He’d make the future better for them.

        A screech from the main door caught everyone’s attention. Din lowered his weapon while everyone else reached for theirs. There was no danger. Standing in the doorway was the Jetiise and Din’s ade. Grogu had been the one to yell. Din was able to turn the Darksaber off and put it in his belt- he’d have to get a clip for it- before Grogu flung himself at Din. It was an impressive jump, clearly Force assisted. Din still caught Grogu easily, as he always would.

        Grogu nuzzled into the underside of Din’s chin. Din chuckled at his purring. “Hey, ad’ika. Glad you’re ok.”

        When he looked up again, all the Mandalorians stood but were at ease. Jinn and Dooku were chatting with Silas and another Mandalorian. Besides the few burns on their robes, neither looked worse for wear. Yoda was smiling at Din. It was both smug and knowing.

        Din’s other ade approached him, looking unharmed. Obi-wan looked ruffled, and his cheeks were still red from exertion. But no one looked hurt. Bo-Katan didn’t hesitate to throw herself at Din, wrapping her arms around his waist. Din hissed when she touched his wound, but pulled her closer with a hand when she went to withdraw.

        “Just a scrape, ad’ika,” Din assured her. “I’ll live.”

        Satine was looking between Din’s face and the saber on his belt. “…You’re Mand’alor now?”

        “That’s what I’ve been told,” Din said gently. “I look forward to working with you, Sat’ika.” Satine looked like she was going to cry, but before Din could get too alarmed, she hugged Din too. Din shifted Grogu to his previously free hand so he could gently hold the back of Satine’s head. “We will unite Mand’alor together.”

        Obi-wan looked awkwardly out of place. It was easy enough to nudge Bo-Katan over so there was room for Obi-wan to step closer. The girls easily wrapped an arm each around him, completing their little circle.

        “We’re going to be ok,” Din said. Eyes were watching his family, but Din didn’t care. His ade were safe and were going to be able to grow up in peace.

        No more Vizsla. No more Death Watch. And soon enough, no more Sith.

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And that's a wrap! Just kidding, there's definitely a sequel to this in the future. Just give me like a month to get past midterms and spring break. Mando'a translations: hal'cabur- chest plate Oya: Cheers! Hoorah! Go You! Many meanings, but always positive and triumphant (approx. Let's hunt!)

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#TIME IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT #din darjin #the mandalorian #grogu #baby yoda #satine kryze #obi wan kenobi #Bo-Katan Kryze #time travel #star wars #mand'alor din djarin #pre viszla

[marjansmarwani]

Non-day Specific WIP Preview

I was tagged by @reyesstrand to make a poll to see which fic I should work on and write as many sentences as there were votes for the top one. I was not shocked by the one that won, but I was surprised by the breakdown of the other votes. There are more secret Midsomer Murders fans out here than I thought.

The winner of the poll was the fic I have been calling "Without a Trace: TK Strand Edition" with 25 votes. So here are 25(ish) new sentences of it:

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Carlos stared at the building before him, anxiety bubbling in his gut. The house was not even remotely intimidating in any of the usual senses, but to Carlos it was akin to stepping into a rattlesnake’s lair. He had circled the block twice before finally coming to a stop, and he had been staring at the once-familiar front door as the minutes ticked by. This place had once been home to Carlos, but now the sight of it loomed before him and kept him safely inside his car.  But he needed to do this, a phone call wasn’t enough.   He just had to hope for the best.  He squared his shoulders and stepped out of his car, taking a deep breath as he headed up the front walk. He hesitated for another minute when he reached the front door, only for it to swing open before he could knock.  “Took you long enough,” Nancy said evenly before stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter. Carlos did, even as he fixed her with a dubious look. He hadn’t seen or heard from her in weeks, and not from lack of trying on her part. After everything, he just hadn’t known how he fit. So, he had avoided. His “preferred method of coping,” TK had always called it. Carlos shook the thought away and turned his attention back to the present. Efforts to avoid those memories are why he had avoided Nancy and the rest of the 126 since that day that TK had walked out of the loft and out of his life, but TK was in trouble and his safety was more important to Carlos than anything, even now.  It always would be.  “Sorry.” he responded evenly, “I didn’t realize we had an appointment.”  Nancy shot him a glare before she headed further into the house, Carlos trailing behind her. “I’m going to ignore the attitude and the fact that you’ve spent weeks ignoring my texts because we have bigger fish to fry.”  She led them into the kitchen, which Carlos was startled to find contained the entirety of the former 126 crew, papers spread across the table. He had the distinct impression of stepping into a war room. The occupants of the room were split between papers and laptops and phone calls, but it all came to a halt when he entered the room.  “Uh,” he started uncertainly, “hi.” Silence filled the room but Carlos didn’t know what else to say. A part of him marveled at the fact that just a few weeks ago these people had been like a second family to him. But now it felt like he was the intruder, an outsider walking in and not sure of the welcome he would receive.

This fic is already 5k and nowhere near done, please send help.

It's been a while so I'll just no pressure tag some people in case you want to do something or because you might have tagged me too, idk it's been a while @justaswampdemon, @moviegeek03 @welcometololaland @sunshinestrand @kiras-sunshine @terramous

#wip things #tagged things #time is a social construct #911ls

[silence-between-seconds]

omg when will January end- WAIT ITS 1ST FEB IDKWJDBFKWLCNND

#what #time is a social construct

[haeryna]

i mean you didn't ask for criticism so i don't think you're in the wrong here. there's also a slight chance that they might start harassing you if you leave them be

PLS okay thank u nonnie u single handedly saved my night because when i read this i went hm. wait. and went back to read my rules/byi page which literally stated that if people had an issue with my writing or how i wrote it, it would result in a block and now i feel so much better </3

but seriously sometimes people pretend like they don't have control over what they consume and it baffles me? but then again especially online some people just think it's fine to do that ig

i love you anon ty !!

#strawberry picking🍓⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ #night saved #goodnight everynyan #i'll see you in like #12 hrs #idk man #time is a social construct

[spaceoddeity]

can we all pretend I posted this Vampire Gerry on halloween? Please and thank you

#time is a social construct #what do you mean that was yesterday nooooo #gerry keay #tma #odds art #happy halloween folks

[somegurl8]

When you want merch of your favorite character but you want to save money, so you take it upon yourself to make it yourself

He’s made of 4 notecards glued together plus tape and I love him

#jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi pd #vyncent sol #jrwi vyncent #mar’s art #this took me like 1-2 hours idk #time is a social construct

[karlmarxmaybe]

trick or treat!

Treat! Have the ballad of the Lone Dinosaur

#damn two days late #time is a social construct

[lios-archive]

robert lamm was right tho . does anybody REALLY know what time it is......

#time is a social construct #teheheeee real

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

It is the 1580s. The ink has 🐻ly dried on Martin’s 95 theses. The wind gently blows the leaves of the oak saplings that will become the Mayflower’s hull. Blessing Cooper purposefully strides through the forest towards the town of Riverdale in -what is yet to be- the state of New York. In her lil’ basket she carries a big chunk of palladium for her sickly grandmother. Vangelis’ Conquest of Paradise plays in the background.

Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets! Which of the following non-16th-c.-related topics do you think will be referenced during the next episode?

A. The Harlot of Babylon

B. The Salem Witch Trials

C. Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Scarlett Letter

D. The Rat King

E. The Uktena (I’m kidding! I’m kidding! We all know they don’t exist anymore!)

#Riverdale nonesense #time is a social construct #Riverdale season 6