#hey op

[bibuckagenda]

Buddie posts I think deserve immediate jail time. 12/?

[fgfluidity]

you know

since mark took damien’s body

that means He’s a vampire now…….

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

tulips (1961) - sylvia plath

“my body is water - i have no bones”

submitted by @tokioalien

[plasticf1owers]

I can't believe I'm sobbing at *checks clock* 2:04 am about a fic from 2017 which DID have a good ending so I'm crying over.. nothing?

It just

Wow

[asktheheirofslytherin]

What do I do if anxiety keeps me from working, I want to be productive and earning like everyone else my age but everything scares me and I don't know why I keep having panic attacks at new jobs

If there is an issue preventing your from fulfilling a daily task, or achieving a goal, then this issue must be addressed before you can tackle that task. Your anxiety is a health issue that must be managed and placed under control. This should be a priority. If you are not seeing a healer for this health issue, I advise you to do so. The healer can provide both therapy and medication as needed to manage this. When you do see a healer, go prepared to explain what about employment makes you anxious. Are you afraid of other people? Afraid of performing poorly? Is it merely the change in routine? 

If you are already seeing a healer, and identified what about employment has made you so anxiety ridden, you can try actually working. You do not need to leap in to full time work, indeed, it is likely best not to do so. Start small - a dog walker, a kneazel sitter. If it is being fired you fear, perhaps start out with some volunteer work instead. Then, perhaps a part time job at a retail establishment, if the health restrictions for the muggle plague allow, or a landscaping or other manual labor job if you are in a climate that is hiring for such things at present. Seasonal farm labor is solitary enough, outdoors, and will be earning you something. Or even online remote work - freelancing, and the like. The Death Eaters also offer part-time employment, and many field assignments do not involve direct battle. We do have some open desk positions, as well. Do feel free to inquire with either myself or Aethena Rookwood, who leads the WR (Wizard Resources) department. I do not know what skills you possess, so I am offering a broad range of ideas. 

Best of luck in your transition to greater health and eventual independence. 

[softlygasping]

Lmao I was scrolling through netflix today and Sherlock popped up and one of the labels on it was slow burn and I just— fuck yeah

ARE YOU......

ARE YOU SERIOUS

[ge-m31]

Ok, so...

I wanted to do something for @wrap-it-in-gold for a long time now ever since I discovered their blog, and now that I have their permission and the confidence in myself needed to post the drawings, I want to show this to the world! I'm sorry, I can't draw Midas' tattoos

So, guys...

Behold!!

Some Midas sketches!

These are based off of an ask...

And this ones are from an incorrect quote

Hope ya like them!!!

[rcguna-archived]

" Raaaguuuunaaaaa~. " Rem's voice playfully muses from the other room, though she remains hidden behind the door which she has wistfully placed herself against. " I've made this really nice pie, but I was wondering if you would like to taste it before we eat it together! " She has made a pie, yes -- what he doesn't know is that it's a cream pie, literally topped with a mound of whipped cream, perfect for plopping against his face the moment he enters the room. And yes - she plans to eat it too.

@onlyhorn

Ledgers and numbers have been holding much of Raguna’s attention in the last week. Storms and a fungus had his yields low and he was struggling somewhat to make numbers work between deliveries to the manor (where they had just come back from) and making sales at the market. 

The thoughts have him a bit distracted as one can imagine, and it would be no surprise if Rem had taken notice of his growing preoccupation and worry. Time spent on worrying and fretting is time not being spent on her, after all. Aside from that there’s also the matter of his frequently soured expression. Was this allowed? Certainly not. And unbeknownst to the farmer his lovely fiancee was crafting plots to fix this.

Raguna perks up immediately at the sound of her voice. That lyrical lull as she sings out his name is already doing work to lift his mood and distract him from numbers and budgets and all that nonsense. She’d know he was on his way when she heard the slide of a chair against the floor after the plink of pencil hits the table. She’d be at the ready.

“You made a pie and want me to try it first?” It’s surprise more than suspicion. Usually Raguna is the one seeking taste tests after all. “I’d love to have--” Rem jumps out! She has the biggest smile on her face as she reaches up with the pie, using both hands to--!!

FPLURP.

He stops mid-stride as the cool cream meets his face and envelops his features. Hands remain out stretched where they were about to try and, well, either open the door the rest of the way or accept the pie. His brain hadn’t been ready fast enough to account for this turn of events. The tin is pulled away, but the majority of contents have decided to stay with their new home on Raguna’s face.

“MMrgf?” He would blink if he could open his eyes, and speak if he could open his mouth. He reaches up a hand to pull away at some of the cream. When his eyes are cleared he sees that Rem is... incredibly smug with herself. Setting the tin aside on a counter before she returns to admiring him, looking curious.

“Well, Raguna? How does it taste?”

There’s movement around where one would expect his mouth to be, and then the flick of a tongue as he manages to clear away enough to breathe and, well, properly enjoy what Rem had given him. It definitely tastes great, but before responding he turns his eyes down to her. She wouldn’t be able to tell, but he was grinning quite a bit. The masking of his features would inevitably hide his own intents until it was too late.

He needed this. He needed her. So much more than he realized sometimes. Doing this all alone before, sometimes he wonders how he was able to get so far without her love and support.

“It’s delicious, Rem.” At last he responds. Raguna then takes some of the cream and plaps it onto her pleased looking face! “Make sure you try some too!”

They’re going to be spending some time cleaning up the kitchen together by the time this is over. They’ll probably need to make some more cream pies. But at least they’ll be doing it all together. And she was more than successful at getting her Raguna back to smiling and laughing again.