After many weekends, too many coats of paint, and lots of cursing, this monster is finally done. I better be the favorite aunt cuz Iâm never painting a nursery mural again
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

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After many weekends, too many coats of paint, and lots of cursing, this monster is finally done. I better be the favorite aunt cuz Iâm never painting a nursery mural again
Me, selecting filters on Ao3
I think cats are right about the zoomies. I think every once in awhile you should run around the house as fast as you can and then sleep for several hours
i love discovering new music. but there's actually nothing like rediscovering old music. like, hello me from 5, 10, 15 years ago. so good to see you. same heart, i see. god, i love you.
Collecting books is great until you have to move all of them at once and realize that every one of the little bastards weighs about as much as a brick and collectively have the mass of a neutron star
Picture Tag Game
Game: Describe yourself ONLY with pictures you have, you CANNOT search or download new pictures.
This was INCREDIBLY hard because 90% of my camera roll is of my furballs. @leavesthatarebrown
Tag youâre it! @b1ackcatchatsback @languagelessonswolfstar
super specific tag game
@leavesthatarebrown I mean I think you tagged me? Or this hellsite is glitching again lol
one piece of jewelry you can't go anywhere without: I mean...it's super difficult to swap out my jewelry cuz they're internally threaded. So I constantly wear 10 earrings/nose rings.
most worn shoes: God my poor berks are black I wear them so much
new book/fic that has you in its grip: Currently Destiel fics have got me in a death grip, but latest book series I burned through was The Cemeteries of Amalo by Katherine Addison.
one drink you can't go without: Gonna be REAL boring and say water. No bubbles, no flavoring, I can't stand either. I'm that psychopath that has a work Yeti and a home Yeti and I constantly drink from both.
latest kitchen fail: Tried one of those "dump" recipes that said you could cook brown rice in the oven with a hope and a prayer. Spoiler alert: the recipe lied.
a piece of media you have been wanting to watch for ages but never got the time to: S2 of The Last of Us. I keep putting it off cuz I know it's going to wreck me.
latest character to enter brainrot mode: Cas, cuz I love the duality of his adorkable, awkwardness and his utter badassery
Tag you're it! @b1ackcatchatsback
pick your trope
Damn this was tough...I mean, both? Thanks for tagging me! @leavesthatarebrown
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At some point, what I really want in BSD is for Atsushi to fight Chuuya. Like, idk the reason, maybe to settle an issue between the mafia and the agency, instead of a war they pick a fighter.
Atsushi just expects it to be Akutagawa, because that's who he's always fighting but then Chuuya shows up. Because he's the mafia's top fighter, of course they're gonna choose him. I want everyone worried over Atsushi, I want conflicted Dazai trying to stop it happening.
But the fight goes ahead. You can tell at first Chuuya is toying with Atsushi, testing the waters, trying to get him to take the fight seriously, because Atsushi has a habit of holding back. Chuuya gets what he wants, he says something that gets under Atsushi's skin, so the kid goes at him full force. Everyone's waiting to see a squashed tiger.
Except Atsushi used his claws. His claws that cut through any ability, including Chuuya's seemingly invincible shield of gravity. And Chuuya's stood there, with four deep gashes going from his shoulder, down and across his torso
And he's grinning like a mad man.
Because, finally, he's got a fight he as to try in, an opponent who not only can stand up to his ability but slice right through it. He's got to think, he's got to use his skills outside of his ability and Chuuya's ecstatic.
Chuuya still wins the fight, but that means the conflicts over now. So he holds out his hand and helps Atsushi up. He says he fought well, has a good teacher but he's got a long way to go. And to Atsushi's absolute horror, Chuuya gives him the highest praise he has, "Can't wait for the next one."
Now Atsushi has to deal with two mafia men regularly jumping out at him and demanding a fight. But where Akutagawa's demands sound like death threats, Chuuya's have the energy of a very excited dog trying to force you to play fetch with it.
Actually, people are good by nature and youâre a fool if you think otherwise.
When you sneeze in public, strangers will say âbless youâ, even though they donât know you.
When you ask for directions on the street someone will show you the way, even though they have nothing to gain from it.
People squeeze their legs against the chair so you donât have to hop over them on your way to your seat in the theatre, and make funny faces to make babies laugh, and purposefully step on leaves to hear them scrunch, and hold the door open for someone leaving behind them, and ask what floor youâre heading to when you enter the elevator, and send others photos of things that reminded them of them, and recommend each other songs, and ask if anyone else wants a coffee because theyâre getting one, and make videos teaching how to sew a button, and wish on shooting stars, and share fun facts, and listen to others rant about things they donât even understand, and let you cross the street first, and give a bit of their food to others, and laugh at jokes they donât find funny to make you feel good, and listen to kids talk for hours about nonsense, and let you know your keys fell from your pocket, and they may be strangers, but with every little gesture theyâre saying âI love you, I love you, I love youâ.
God, I needed to read this today. Humanity is overwhelmingly full of hope and kindness and itâs very easy to forget that these days.
I will always choose to believe that there is more good in this world than I can ever know.
husband - wolfstar raising harry - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 210
âDâyou ever feel like weâre doing a shit job with Harry?â Remus asked thoughtfully as he washed the dishes in their little cottage, turning to look at Sirius.
Sirius laughed. âAt least once a day. But I know James would be proud of us, and thatâs all that matters. Why?â
âBecause today, when I took him to the store to get more milk, Harry insisted on being the one to give the person the money, like he usually does, you know,â Remus started to explain.
Sirius nodded, smiling fondly at the way his Godson loved to be the one to present the bills to the store clerks.Â
âWell, the man at the register was impressedâŚIâm assuming he doesnât often get four-year-olds buying milk. So he said, âOh, my wife and I have a son about your age and he doesnât know how to handle money yet!ââ Remus went on.
âBut thatâs good, isnât it?â Sirius asked, confused. âWeâve raised him to be pretty independent, I thinkâŚâ
âOh, Iâm not done,â Remus replied darkly. âThen, Harry goes. âYou mean husband. Boys have husbands, and girls have wives. Right?ââ
Sirius stared, unblinking, for several seconds, before he burst out laughing. âOh, Merlin. I think we forgot to tell him about straight people.â
FINALLY got around to dumping Spotify after their CEO continued to prove he's a fresh turd. (As if being a billionaire, not paying musicians, shoving AI garbage at us, and having an atrocious carbon footprint wasn't bad enough, he's now the chair of a AI-based weapons manufacturing company.)
I used TuneMyMusic ($24 annual fee you can cancel immediately, effectively paying only once) to transfer almost every single song from our Spotify account to Tidal. Tidal already has much better sound quality and they pay their artists much better. It migrated over 99% of our music, too, so there wasn't a huge loss.
I did this over in November when they gave Trump $100,000.
Tidal is incredible. Not only is it MUCH cheaper than Spotify, but the audio quality is much better. Artists DO get paid more, and their algorithm is actually coded by humans (did you wonder why Spotify Wrapped has been sucking, it's the AI).
You can download your Spotify playlists as .CSV files and then use a program to 'covert' them to Tidal. I used Exportify. It cost me $2 to transfer over 35 playlists and a total of 4,300+ songs. Two dollars.
Tidal's UI is similar to Spotify so you can jump right in and do the same stuff you've always done. You can make playlists, edit playlist covers, you have a discover daily, the mixes make more sense and are based on YOUR tastes, and to top it all off, did I mention it's cheaper?
And for those who drive a lot, it takes a lot less room on your phone and barely any data. I HIGHLY recommend making the jump!
I hate change, but I might do this.
Environmental Activist Remus x Lawyer Sirius
Sirius folds his hands on the table and stares into deep brown eyes that were staring into his soul. His client, Remus Lupin, had requested to meet up with him at a coffee shop on short notice regarding a legal concern. Even though Sirius was busy, he put his responsibilities aside to make time for him. Sirius had felt stressed the moment Remus asked to meet up with him, but seeing as he was comfortable enough to meet in a public space, Sirius hoped it wasnât anything serious.
âSo,â Remus starts, gaze flickering down while he reaches out to fiddle with the coffee Sirius had bought him. âWhat would be the hypothetical consequences of doing an environmental protest on a heavily trafficked road?â
A strained expression immediately crosses Siriusâs face and he feels a phantom headache coming on.
âAre you going to do another protest?â he asks dryly.
Remusâs eyes quickly flicker up at him then away. âNo.â
Liar.
Sirius rubs his eye with one hand and his fingers twitch to reach for a cigarette to give him strength to get through this conversation. For the sake of professionalism, he takes a long sip of his cappuccino instead.
His client had already gone to court before for disturbing the peace in one of his earlier environmental protests, which he had done with a group of other activists. Sirius has gotten him out of deep trouble many times, though there were still consequences to face.
âRemus,â he starts with a sigh, which makes him receive a guilty look. âThere is no good in lying to me. Iâm your lawyer, Iâm here to help you. You need to be transparent with me.â
âI said hypothetical.â
Sirius exhales through his nose, giving Remus a flat smile. âI donât do hypotheticals. Iâm inclined to take everything you say as facts here.â
Remusâs face scrunches at that and he scratches his jaw, which draws Siriusâs attention to the slight bruising on his cheek and the redness surrounding his wrists. He then takes in Remusâs thick worn out beige sweater and the reusable forest green cup he insisted on having his coffee in. Sirius almost wants to throw his own cup in the trash out of politeness, though that was counterintuitive.
âNevermind?â he tries.
Sirius stares at him blankly before slowly closing his eyes and resting his head on his hands for three seconds before forcing himself upright and back into professional mode.
He ignores the way Remus bites his bottom lip in an attempt to conceal his amusement.
âNo, donât do that. You can be honest with me and talk to me. Iâll help you the best I can, but I donât recommend you getting yourself into any more trouble,â Sirius sighs.
While Remus might not say anything out loud, Sirius sees the way he considers Sirius coolly, a defiant and passionate glint in his eyes. Sirius wants to shake his head fondly and almost wants to encourage Remus to do it, just to preserve that rebellious and passionate spark within him.
But the lawyer in him disagrees.
And he doesnât want to see Remus in jail. Or in another courtroom.
He was starting to feel a little protective of Remus each time he saw other people giving him sneers for the actions he took for the sake of spreading awareness.
He was a lamb in a wolfâs den.
Or maybe, more accurately, a wolf in a lion's den.
âIâm not saying Iâm going to do it,â Remus stresses, leaning in like that makes him appear more earnest.
It does.
Sirius knows heâs a misfit.
âI just want to know what the consequences would be,â he finishes, looking at Sirius with wide innocent eyes.
Sirius doesnât break eye contact with him and takes an even longer sip of his drink as his mind tries to figure out how to deal with the situation.
âAm I giving you a headache?â Remus asks suddenly, tracking his movements.
âYes.â
His lips twitch into a half smile. Sirius forces himself not to unconsciously give him a small smile of his own.
âYouâd get arrested.â
Remusâs face falls comically. âAre you being serious?â
âI am.â
Remus flings himself backwards into his chair with an annoyed growl. âI know that already! I meant any bigger consequences.â
This time Sirius smiles, supporting his head on one of his hands. âThat would imply that you really are going to do something, and I have to make note of that.â
Remusâs face scrunches up with displeasure. âItâs just a precaution.â
âI thought it was a hypothetical?â
Remusâs lips tug down and he gives Sirius a look. âSirius,â he whines.
Sirius bites the insides of his cheeks to keep the mirth of teasing him off his face. He would help Remus properly soon enough, right now he wanted to string him on a bit and also discourage his activities.
âWant my advice?â Sirius says and leans back comfortably in his chair. âDonât do it. Be a good boy and stay home.â
Remus quickly looks down at his cup, fingers tapping it nervously while his face heats. For the first time, Remus brings the cup to his mouth to drink from while avoiding Siriusâs eyes.
Sirius presses his lips into a thin line when heâs done observing the reaction. He had to be more careful with his words.
Remus doesnât respond nor look at Sirius for a bit.
Sirius softens. âIâll help. Whatever foolish plan you have, Iâll be there to support you. Iâll give you some precautions, but you should notify me immediately when youâre out protesting so I can be at your aid as soon as possible.â
This makes Remus glance up from under thick lashes, small smile back on his face. âThanks, Sirius.â
Sirius hums in response. âWhat am I here for?â
After a few quiet seconds, Remus places his cup down and slides it to the side to fold his hands sombrely over each other on the table. âNow, hypothetically I just escaped custody. What are the consequences for that?â
âOh my fucking god.â
I think kafkaâs diaries are the strongest evidence that journaling is not necessarily good for your mental health
it's because he didn't use washi tape
god firefly had it all. the soundtrack. the way every costume looks like it was pulled straight from a goodwill. zoe and mal's whole deal. the terrible chinese pronunciation. sex work being the most respectable and unionized profession of the lot. spaceship cargo hold full of cattle. "shiny." teenage girl with mysterious unexplained psychic powers. old traveling preacher with a mysterious unexplained past. chekov's compression coil. "pretty spry for a dead fella." wash's slutty little hawaiian shirts. kaylee and inarra's whole deal. mark sheppard is there.
forever yearning
ao3 my baby