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this tip tho!!!!!!!!

this is actually incredibly sweet

Different Stories Resonate with Different People

me: don’t do it

my brain:

me:

me: d o n ‘ t

my brain:

me:

my brain:

me:

my brain: *does the thing i told it not to do*

me: Goddammit

Project Monsoon  Clever colorful street art that only appears when it rains

After the Superhydrophobic Street Art, which uses a superhydrophobic coating to create designs which appear only in the rain, here is the Project Monsoon, which uses the same concept, this time with hydrochromic painting, which reveals its color only when wet. This amazing and clever project was designed by a Korean team of designers, in collaboration with Pantone, to provide color to the streets of Seoul during the rainy season, while paying tribute to the Korean culture. A brilliant idea! Source: ufunk 

y e s

this is the vibeeeee

STOP TALKING TRASH ABOUT GREEK GODS

Athena is WISE

Hephaestus is PRODUCTIVE

Dionysus is a PANSEXUAL ICON

Demeter is GENEROUS

Zeus

Aphrodite is BADASS

Hades is EFFICIENT

Favorite story posts part 1

part 2

Favorite story posts part 2

2021 is gonna be my year ;)

Lmaoooo 😩

Floofles

tumblr, name my cat

Little did they know... the dragon wasn’t dead, it just thought inventing ‘pranks’ would be fun

am convinced that dragons eat gold……they stockpile it bc they hibernate for centuries at a time, and occasionally need to wake up and eat a snack…..this changes everything…..if you woke up and found a small invasive animal trying to steal from your grain pile, what would you do? it’s probably riddled w/ diseases….you have to exterminate the pests so you don’t get an infestation. nothing to do with greed just common sense….

YES! RAVE RODENT XD

I genuinely hate that name, I am taking suggestions for different names

Hephaestus after Hera throws him off that cliff

hades explaining that he’s the god of the dead, not the god of death

There are figures in the mist.

Haven’t you noticed them? They loom at the edges of your vision, perpetually on the edges of sight. They wander as if lost, moaning with their silent mouths, pleading with their wispy hands. But every time you whirl around to get a closer look, they dissolve into the air, only to reappear the second you turn your back.

Do you know what they are?

No one else knows. We know where they come from, we know they’re dangerous, but we don’t know why they follow humans. There are theories of course; some say they’re chasing after the one thing they’ve been given a taste of that was cruelly ripped away from them- a soul; some say they’re hungry and nothing else can satisfy them; some even think they aren’t harmful and their dangerous reputation is simply misunderstandings. I know better.

They come when you look into The Mist. Looking into The Mist is fatal. See, these creatures, they know when someone is looking, and they flock to you the moment they sense the change. Something about them forces you to keep looking - perhaps because there are so many, or because you’ve never seen them in plain sight before - but, nevertheless, you keep looking. And The Mist, it sears itself into the contours of your brain, slinking it’s tendrils inside you through the receptacles of your eyes and through your skull. It wisps and twirls through you as it likes, shifting, shaping itself, and always followed by a soft thickening of the mist inside you. You’re allowed to look away then, because it’s started. The creatures absorb themselves back into the silver shade they came from, and you’re left wondering why they were there in the first place.

You go about your business as normal, but even you can tell you’ve changed. A strange fog rests over your mind, pushing, pressing, but you push back. You can’t be out of action, after all. You have a life with friends and family and a job, and it’s not appropriate to take sick days just because you feel all foggy. The defences of your mind are weakening. The figures don’t follow you any more. Their purpose has been fulfilled. However, it doesn’t stop you from seeing them. You spot them following your children, their friends, their teachers. No longer do they have to hide, but you seem to be the only person they’re not shrinking from. That’s the first symptom.

The second symptom is when you get the urges. This would be once a month or two has passed, and you’ve forgotten about The Mist. It’s made your forget. Nobody can suspect anything, after all. The urges cry into your mind, a constant command for you to return. Return to where? You don’t know. But you want so desperately to return, you feel it echoing within every fibre of your being (or is that the mist within chiming again?). So you start wandering, trying to find your place. You go up to people, hands clasped, telling them you’re lost and you’re trying to get somewhere but you don’t know where. You never find it.

The third symptom is very similar to the second symptom, but it has its differences. For instance, the second symptom hits you in strong, irresistible waves, while the third is like an insidious presence in the foggiest corners of your mind, a susurrus that never pauses for breath. The third symptom tells you to follow, so quietly that your brain takes it as its own and executes this without your noticing it. You start to shadow your coworkers, a strange blankness in your eyes, and when they call your name, you don’t respond. You start to follow your children to school, staring after them without replying when they say they love you. You even follow customers around the shops you frequent, when you should be collecting groceries for the next week. Sometimes, you catch yourself, but you have no memory of what you were doing before. The urge to return is still strong within you, but you don’t realise because it coincides with the need to follow, and so you think your strange feeling has finally disappeared. You call yourself cured, unknowing that the gaps that you are you are growing shorter and shorter.

The fourth symptom is the final step. This is the step that enables The Mist to pull you within its clutches, where you never escape from its strangling embrace. You start to fade. Your coworkers that before would have greeted you every morning, start to ignore you. When you greet them, their eyes slide right over you as if you aren’t there. They see only an empty space. Your children no longer see you, only a monster that used to be their parent. Your eyes mist over, the fog within them finally showing in your physical form through a familiar silver. Your brain becomes yours no more, only belonging to The Mist. Your fingertips fade away, becoming transparent, and your skin turns pasty and grey. Your hair, before a shiny, luscious thing, now has the permanent look of dampness to it. You remember now. You know your true purpose. You serve The Mist. You leave your house, and return to your true home, to become fully incorporeal to those who view you. And you never return.

So, dear reader, beware. There are figures in the mist.

This the image prompt I used!

tumblr is probably gonna destroy the quality, but here’s a quick little comic i came up with last night! an asexual child of aphrodite asks for some guidance from her mom. 

(ACE EXCLUSIONISTS DO NOT INTERACT, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU)

my writing is a little bit illegible, so there’s a visual description with text under the cut: 

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I didn’t even fucking mention the attention issues but that’s another story haha

There Is One In Each Classroom

Ahh, I see all these people giving their experiences, so I thought I’d give mine. I live in Europe, so we do GSCEs here. They’re like the hurdle once you finish high school, just before you go to college.

I’ve always been in the ‘gifted’ group, part of the top corner. It’s hard when you’re there, because it’s like you’re just supposed to do better than other people? And you’re out on this pedestal and known for being the ‘goody-two-shoes’ and the one who gets everything right, and the expectations and the desired high marks and the studious behaviour just becomes normal until it feels like if you don’t get high marks, you feel like you’ve failed.

This year, I was due to do my GCSEs. Of course, they were cancelled due to the dreaded c word, and instead the results were based on how students performed in mocks and attitude in class, stuff like that. I stressed so much coming up to the results day, because I had an irrational fear of just.. failing everything. I didn’t want to get below a B. So, results day came, and I looked at the packet containing them, anxiety coating every pore. I opened up the packet, and took them out.

I got all As. I even got a singular A**, and a few A*s. And what did I feel? Disappointment that I hadn’t got at least A*s. After all, I was supposed to be at the top, wasn’t I meant to do better?

Looking back on it now, I feel riotously angry. Yes, the higher-learning group should be allowed to flourish and grow to their full potential, but when the stress of the expectations to always do well gets to earhh-shattering pressure, doesn’t that mean it’s time to stop? Just because some of us have the opportunity to have that knowledge doesn’t mean we always want to. I, for one, am tired of the stupid standards I’ve been raised to hold myself to. I think I even started subconsciously dumbing myself down at one point so that I wouldn’t have to deal with such pressure. This behaviour needs to stop. We need to be able to grow in the right ways, so that we can feel proud of our achievements instead of feeling disappointed.

There Is One In Each Classroom

If Joe Biden wins Antifas will overthrow the suburbs.

seems legit-

If Joe Biden wins Black Lives Matter will loot our savior Donald Trump. 

But, like, he doesn’t even have any money anyway?

Ace Spectrum

Here are some designs from my Society6 and Redbubble focusing on Ace Spectrum sexualities!

Descriptions of the sexualities and links to the merch can be found below the cut!

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happy ace pride week everyone! I made an ace pride ring!

the black section is obsidian and jet, the gray is white bronze, silver leaf, and metorite, the white section is inlaid with howlite, bello opal, and crushed mother of pearl, and then the purple is amethyst and bello opal!

It has a tungsten carbide ring core in a size 7.5

DM me if you want tk buy, its 120$ USD!

here's also some more pice btw

Wh o ms t

My British eyes are qu a k in g

i cant believe americans on tv really say rock paper scissors like???? its paper scissors rock omg do u irl americans actually say rock paper scissors????

This is Lungs.

Long story short, I recently got Among Us {as in, a couple of days ago}, and I’m already quite obsessed. In the first game I played with my mates, I set my name to “Lungs” {simply just to be cursed} and instantly fell in love with pink and the egg hat. From that day on, I’ve been using to same name, colour and hat.

But, I’ve heard about these things called “Among Usonas” and people just making Among Us OCs in general which is really exciting. It’s always good to have a highly creative fandom, that from what I’ve seen, isn’t really toxic at all. Makes my little, autistic brain happy when I can engage with an obsession through art. Cough, Ghost fan art. Cough, Will Wood fan art. Cough, OC art.

So this is a little bit about Lungs!

His nickname comes from both his strangeness and how he could be considered the “lungs” of the ship since he’s mostly tasked with clearing things out in O2 and is often the first man on the job when O2 malfunctions. However, he is very much paranoid when fixing the reactor which can make him look suspicious. Speaking of paranoia; Lungs is very much scared of the dark and will rush his way down to electrical if the power shuts off.

About his outfit. Lungs strongly dislikes it when he’s made to wear any other colour. He does not perceive pink as a feminine colour, more of a colour that suits his personality, which is why he becomes pretty frustrated when other crew mates accidentally think he might be a female. When Lungs makes his breakfast, he always ends up flinging a fried egg on his helmet and goes abaout the day wondering why he smells so lovely. He only realises at night when the egg starts to go off. However, when he wakes up, since he has the memory of a goldfish, he will not recall the egg and teh cycle will repeat. In summary, he constantly is egged.

If you haven’t gathered already, Lungs is a little bit stupid. He is often fooled into putting trust into someone, is framed or even frames himself. This gets our little pink spacebean into plenty of dilemmas, despite not being an imposter. But like they say, ignorance is bliss. Lungs, despite being a complete moron, is happy go lucky and a straight up loveable idiot. He has a very fatherly attitude and will protect even the silliest of things, such as the egg he keeps as a friend, convinced that one day it will hatch, despite it being 3D printed. Lungs just loves to make friends with anything and anyone. He’s just happy to be here.

Lungs is a short and lanky gentleman. He’s probably the shortest man on the ship. He doesn’t really mind this, and doesn’t try to compensate for his height by being confident... because he’s not confident at all, but also because he quite likes being small.

So basically he’s cute.

Just because your cremate isn’t human doesn’t mean they’re always the imposter

Bonus:

rebellious angel / sweet demon 

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au where archangel mitsuki sends her rebellious son on a boring mission to keep tabs on a demon who recently recently started attending human university. bakugou thinks deku is up to some suspicious shit (pretending to be human with ulterior motives), but deku literally does not have an evil bone in his body and is just genuinely interested and curious about learning about human life and culture.. anyways they kiss and fall in love and r boyfriend s…. hjdkas djsdssd

How Your Job Changes Over Time (1st Day Vs 101st Day)