#22 days left

[swimmingcreatortyrant]

Party selfie 🎃

#inside job #inside job season 2 #spoilers #gigi thompson #gigi inside job #andre lee #andre inside job #myc inside job #slenderman #why is he here #it takes me back to my creepypasta phase #it's three am #funeral of my heterosexuality #22 days left #my art #fan art #digital art #illustration #artist on tumblr

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🌠 22 Days Left! 🌠

Our next piece for today is by Salwa Shoab featuring Lloyd Irving and Colette Brunel! As our main heroes of Symphonia, they set out on the Journey of World Regeneration together to save the world!

#tales of symphonia #lloyd irving #colette brunel #tosr countdown #fanart #22 days left

[skyplayssplatoon3]

Splatoon 3 Special Weapons!

New screenshots have been posted! [Source: SplatoonJP @ Twitter]

#Splatoon #Splatoon 3 #Nintendo #OfficialSplatoon #Photo #22 DAYS LEFT

[govtshutdown]

Republican Speaker Nominee Mike Johnson Has a Plan to Avoid a November Shutdown

Not sure while the title didn't load on the link

#Speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA) #Speaker Johnson #Speaker of the House #continuing resolution #CR #Stopgap #kick the can #FY2024 #22 days left #Government Shutdown?

[wildfloweronwheels]

There is a video I found from back when I was three, you’re setting up a paint set in the kitchen and talking to me. I’m five years old, it’s getting cold, I’ve got my big coat on.  She said I was seven and you were nine, I looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky like pretty lights. I hit my peak at seven. I’m thirteen now and don’t know how my friends could be so mean.  At fourteen there’s just so much you can’t do and you can’t wait to move out one day and call your own shots. Cause when you’re fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them. Good thing my daddy made me get a boating licence when I was fifteen.  Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see. I’m crazier for you then I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene. Secret jokes all alone, sixteen and wild. Seventeen and crazy, running wild, wild. It’s like I’m seventeen, no one understands. I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you. How can a person know everything at eighteen but nothing at twenty two? Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be played by your dark twisted games when I loved you so?  And I damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. It’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty one. I don’t know about you but I’m feeling twenty two. She’s still twenty three inside her fantasy. Oh, twenty five years old, oh how were you to know? Thirty two and still growing up now, who you are is not what you did. She said, I’ll be eighty seven, you’ll be eighty nine, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky.

Every time Taylor Swift references an age in a song

#taylor swift #web weaving #the best day #mary’s song #never grow up #fifteen #no body no crime #all of the girls you loved before #miss americana and the heartbreak prince #I think he knows #starlight #Betty #dear john #would’ve could’ve should’ve #all too well 10 min version #22 #right where you left me #dancing with our hands tied #nothing new

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.

#we follow Derek from New York. Laura left for beacon hills. it’s been six years since he was back but he hasn’t heard from her #and hes going stir crazy waiting. he packs up and travels back. it’s almost too much immediately. he still can’t get a hold of Laura #he can’t resist going home. it’s like a natural pull that guides him back. all at once he’s 16 again. staring at the wreckage of his life #deputy stilinski is sherrif now. it’s reassuring in the slightest that the police force seems to have moved on from how corrupt it was #he catches her scent and it’s putrid. bile catches in his throat. he seeks it out. still in denial to what he knows it means. #when he finds Laura it’s like the world ends all over again. he can’t stand to see her like this. he gives her a proper burial. #the best he can do at least #he visits Peter. he’s not the man Derek remembers- so full of fire and cunning. their relationship may have been strained at times. #often Derek felt more like Eve being swayed by the snake than a normal friendship #but this isn’t the sharp tongued uncle who guided him. this is a broken shell. all that remained of his family. he was so lost. #22 but he barely knew how to function without his family- his pack paving the way #Laura handled everything. she got the apartment. she made sure they had food. Derek looks back and feels so useless #he was so lost in his grief. Laura must of felt the same way but she never let them drown in it #she made sure he got his GED. even got him to enroll in community college classes. #he took them online. he never was able to warm up to people the same way. he used to be so full of life. now he just wanted to be left alone #he studied English. never finished his degree. doesn’t look like he ever will now. he can’t go back to Laura and his shared home. #can’t bare to see another shell of a home #he vents to the vacant audience of Peter and his cold fixed eyes #Derek leaves. he wants to promise he’ll return soon #but promises feel costly these days #he decides to go back to the reserve. maybe he can find some clue as to what happened to Laura #someone lured her here. someone who knew them and their history here #his mind went to the worst. Kate. why would she go through the trouble six years later. why wait so long. #Derek couldn’t stomach the thought of facing her. he focused on the woods. the scents were all over the place. #clearly multiple people had been through here recently. two scents were much stronger. Derek follows them #but when he hears the crunch of leaves he realizes why the scents are so strong. they’re still here #he ducks behind some trees. listening in on their conversation. but an echo of their scent catches his attention #he spots an inhaler on the ground. he puts two and two together and swipes it from the leaves. #he comes out once they’re closer. tossing over the inhaler- he figures they’ll leave. dumb kids messing around in the woods #he reminds them this is private property. though that may not be true anymore. he recognizes the scent of a new beta. interesting.

[oldfashionedmorphine]

hi friends—here’s another sneak peak of my byler big bang fic…

on the same frequency !!

-.-. .... .- .--. - . .-. / .....

December 27, 1995

After clearing the snow from his 1982 Ford Escort, as well as a path in the driveway, Mike hops into the car with haste, not bothering to even fasten his seatbelt. He turns the key in the ignition and once the engine comes to life, he quickly puts it in reverse, backing out of the driveway onto Maple Street, and then he heads towards the center of town. And with a slight lead foot—driving five miles an hour over the speed limit and also rolling through at least two stop signs and running a red light—it takes him a total of six minutes to pull his car into a parking space of the library. Then Mike races up the shoveled salted walkway leading to the building, opens the door, and darts over to the front desk.

As he approaches the librarian, she smiles and greets him, “How can I help you?”

“Newspapers—” he says a bit breathless, heart beating fast in his chest from his short sprint, “—for research…”

“Do you have a library card?”

December 28, 1985

Mike shakes his head. “No… no, I believe you.”

“You do?”

“Hey—friends don’t lie, remember? I believe you—always,” he says. “Plus, kinda hard not to believe you when you’re right…”

🎶 a song from chapter five 🎶

rating: mature

tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending

release date: 11/26/2023

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@kaiminluu @greenfiend @total-serene560 @across-thestars @boahey @magentamee @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @soyboystan @foodiewithdahoodie @booksandpaperss @likegoldintheair @mandycantdecide @hazmatazz @sparks-olivarpente @1-tehe-1 @wheelersboy @rebellius @maru-chu @septembr-moon @kamomillatea

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#chapter 5 preview #this chapter gave me a lot of trouble and i just hope it was worth it lol #like you guys have no idea! #anyway… only two more previews left !! #and 22 more days to go! #on the same frequency: a byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #bbb23 #byler big bang 2023 #byler big bang

[underforeversgrace]

green in the air

DannyMay2023 Day 22: Cryptid AU

title: green in the air

words: 2042

Summary: Ectoplasm is invasive and all consuming, and it shows in Amity Park's residents. (OC outsider POV)

Warnings: None!

Beta by: @probably-dead

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Ectoplasm is invasive. Once it’s in the air, in the water, on the ground, it is there to stay. Most places have such minor hauntings that it is inconsequential an amount, a ghost or two at most struggling to maintain its form and unable to spare any.

Amity Park isn’t most places. Unknowingly, Jack and Maddie Fenton had released more ectoplasm onto the human plane in the past year than in all of history - recorded and not - up until that point.

And, despite science’s belief otherwise, ectoplasm can absolutely be absorbed into the human body, live alongside living tissue, it just had never been present in this large an amount before, unable to be studied. It snuck into the humans in so many ways. In the air, merely being breathed in, growing and multiplying within the humans’ lungs. In the water for hydration, coating the pipes inside and seeping into the liquid. On the ground, sticking to clothes, sticking to the skin of children too young to walk, who’s hands always end up in their mouths.

Invisible, untraceable, even as it changed the humans, changed the definition of normal for all within Amity Park and Elmerton. Only a year since the portal had been opened by a teen’s half-death and already, outsiders could see the change.

Could see everyone here was just a little wrong.

~~~~~~

Joanne hefted the box out of the moving van, carefully avoiding her pet cats running around her feet as she moved up the stairs, depositing the box in her new bedroom. She wiped sweat from her brow, eyeing the mattress lying on the ground and debated collapsing onto it, making the bed frame be damned.

She sighed and instead moved to the window, looking at their new home.

Jo’s mom had been transferred to the Amity Park branch of the company she worked for and was expected to be here at least the next two years, updating software and training employees, unable to leave until corporate felt these employees knew the subject matter as well as the other locations did. Her mom had complained about it, worried about how poor the internet connection for the whole city must be, as this branch consistently had internet issues, thus the need for them to move on site.

At least Amity Park was pretty, she determined as she saw suburbia around her, trees and leaves dotting the area around them. It was still warm, the middle of July, and she had two weeks before she began her life as a sophomore at the high school. Jo wasn’t thrilled by this, though it wasn’t the first time her mom’s job had moved them. But two years here? That would have her moving again right before her senior year of high school, and who wants to be a new kid for their senior year of high school?

Maybe Amity would end up being nice and she could finish out her schooling here, convince her mom to stay an extra year.

She pulled herself from her thoughts, deciding her break was over and it was time to get more boxes from the van. Had she always owned so much stuff?

~~~~~~

The first two other students she met were a few days later, when she had ventured out to the mall by herself, with her mother’s blessing and her cell phone in hand.

The mall was… not what she’d expected. Something in her just said something was wrong, though it didn’t pinpoint what it was. It was like the beginning of a small muscle cramp, almost entirely ignored except for the nag in the back of her head. As she settled in line at one of the fast food stores, she realized what was wrong.

It was too quiet here. People were everywhere she looked, in crowds, in all ages, walking and chattering excitedly, yet their footsteps were too soft, like walking across carpet. Their voices didn’t echo like they should in a room like this.

An uncomfortable tingling in her fingertips that she shook away. It was just nerves, she was just somewhere new.

“Oh, I don’t think we’ve met before.” Someone said behind her and Jo nearly jumped clear through her skin. She whirled around, willing her heart to calm down. Two girls stood there - a pretty Latina girl and a blonde who was almost as pretty beside her, both with friendly smiles on their faces.

“Oh, uh, hi? I just moved here a few days ago.” Jo said, offering out her hand, which the darker skinned girl shook. A chill sent shivers down her back. Man, was this girl anemic? Her hand was so cold.

“I’m Paulina.” She said in greeting.

“I’m Star!” The blonde added, waving.

“I’m Joanne. Uh, Jo. I prefer Jo, though.”

Paulina tilted her head to the side curiously. It was a move she’d seen for years and it had never unnerved her but Paulina’s head went a little too far, her eyes taking too long between blinks. “It’s nice to meet you, Jo. Will you be attending Casper?”

“Yeah, tenth grade in a few weeks.”

“Oh! You’re in our grade, then!” Star said, grinning. Were human teeth normally that sharp? “Maybe you’ll be a part of the A-List.”

“A-List?”

“The best, prettiest, and most popular of Casper High.” Paulina explained, straightening her head back up. Jo had to resist the urge to swallow nervously. Why were these girls setting her so on edge? They were being perfectly friendly.

Whatever, they had just moved into territory Jo knew how to navigate. Popularity had always been a given for her and she knew how to say the right things. She shrugged, running her fingers boredly through her hair. “Hm, maybe. I just moved into Highland Park, do either of you know the area?”

Paulina smiled, no teeth, but the corners of her mouth went just a little too far up. “Oh, that’s where I’m from! You must have moved into the old Edgewood property.”

“Good guess.” Jo said, smiling back. The three had finished assessing each other and Jo slid in easily - rich and pretty was all it required.

“Oh, no, that’s just the only vacancy in Highland. There’s actually not a lot of available housing in Amity. People don’t leave here.”

That’s definitely a normal thing to say. “Ah, really?”

“Surprising, I know. But… we’re safe here. Protected.” Paulina said, Star nodding sagely beside her.

“Okay then…” Jo said, suddenly at a loss.

“Oh, you haven’t seen our biggest attractions, have you?” Paulina asked, understanding lighting up her eyes.

“What’s the biggest attraction?”

Paulina and Star glanced at each other and giggled. “You’ll know it when you see it. Trust me.”

“Uh. Okay?”

The two girls laughed again. “Here,” Paulina said, pulling a piece of crumpled paper and a pen from her purse, scribbling on it. “My number. Message me and I’ll introduce you to the rest of our group before school starts.”

Joanne took the paper, glancing at Paulina’s neat handwriting and nodding. “Sure, sounds good!”

“See you later, Jo!” Star said, and both girls waved at her. The waves were perfectly synced, each moving in tandem with the other. Again, discomfort in the back of her head. It just seemed… unnatural. But she said nothing of it, waving goodbye to the two.

If that was the popular crowd, she was almost afraid to see weird kids.

~~~~~~

When school started ten days later, Jo had successfully integrated with the A-List, becoming easy friends with the popular kids. They’d hung out several times and - while they still sometimes made the hair on Jo’s arms stand up - she had gotten used to the weird vibe they gave off. Joanne had lived in a lot of places, but the people here continued to give her a sense of wrongness.

“Oh, you never told us about your first encounter with our big attraction.” Paulina said as the group lounged around outside the school before class started.

“What is this attraction? I haven’t really seen anything memorable.” Jo said with a shrug.

“Wow, you’ve been here two weeks and not seen them yet?” Dash said, wonder in his eyes.

“Seen who?”

Dash opened his mouth to answer but Paulina slapped a perfectly manicured hand across his mouth. “You’ll see. They’re seen at school pretty often.”

Jo just rolled her eyes, convinced at this point she was being pranked. What attraction sometimes popped up at a school?

The warning bell rang and they gathered their things, standing up and chatting about nothing again.

A bump against her shoulder sent her books tumbling to the ground.

“Sorry!” A boy said and the feeling of wrongness she’d had since arriving here spiked again, worse than ever before, a knife to the base of her spine. She spun around, suddenly feeling like she shouldn’t have her back to whatever this kid was.

She was surprised to see what looked like a normal teenager, black hair and blue eyes on a tired face. Still, as normal as he looked, something was wrong with him. His eyes were too bright to be real, his hair didn’t seem to be moving the way it should with the wind. He smiled apologetically and too large teeth filled her vision. She jerked back, suddenly convinced he was about to strike like a snake. A hurt look passed across his face, apparently surprised by her intense need to get away.

“Are you okay?” He asked and his voice reminded her of an avalanche, of a boat slamming against an iceberg, each killing anyone who dared be too close.

“Fine.” She squeaked. He eyed her and then bent down, picking up the books she’d dropped as she continued to not move.

“I’m Danny,” he introduced, holding her books out to her. Her instincts snaked into her stomach, her throat, her mind, to not touch him, but she didn’t want to be rude so she grabbed at the stack. Her hand just barely brushed his and fear flooded her every sense, terrified tears coming to her eyes.

Whatever this boy was, it was not human. It was death and decay, it was destruction and damnation.

This time he jerked away from her, worry etched onto his features. 

Predator. Her mind whispered to her as her heart beat so fast in terror it caused her pain.

“I’m gonna go now…” Danny said, turning and walking away.

Joanne did not stop staring at him as he left, frequently turning and glancing at her in confusion.

That was when she noticed the fact his chest was still. She did not see the rise and fall of breath, of life.

What was he?

~~~~~~

The answer would come in second period, when a metal man crashed through the wall, locked in tense combat with a white haired boy.

When the chill she’d felt earlier returned, when the feeling of imminent death struck her like a hammer and she screamed.

When ghosts were explained to her.

When she realized Danny Fenton was a dead teenager and the others around her… they had to be toeing the line between life and death, with their too sharp teeth and too wide smiles, with their soft footsteps and the way their voices refused to echo.

Was anyone in this city fully alive anymore?

~~~~~~

Joanne had no way of knowing that, no, they weren’t, death had touched all of Amity Park, the entire city too close to the veil but still far enough away.

Had no way of knowing the second she’d stepped out of that moving van, that death was infecting her too, that she’d never be able to leave without growing ill without the ectoplasm sustaining her living death, if she could even bring herself to try to leave, the air addictive.

No one in the city was fully alive, not anymore, not since the Fentons had punched a hole in reality. And she had lost her own claim to that idea - of being fully alive - the second the ectoplasm entered her lungs.

This was Amity Park’s normal.

This was her new normal.

Even if anyone from the outside could now tell she was a little bit wrong, too. A little too predatory, a little too quiet.

A little too dead.

#danny phantom #grace writes #dannymay2023 #Day 22 #Cryptid au #This one went so far into left field tbh #It is still within the cryptid au but just barely #amity park

[badlydrawnmeulin]

Day 22 2

#day 22 #homestuck #meulin leijon #SIKE I HAD ONE LEFT #pumpkin meulin real

[sleepy-stitches]

omg please post about your sdv co-op i love hearing about them

(i am currently going through my first solo playthrough and i like to pretend my mutuals farmfarm is a distant neighbour i occasionally hear about, would love to incorporate your shenanigans into my delusions)

fuck everything that was here before i wrong like a long post but we have been on the grind to try and get the entire community centre done in year one and we have been cutting it CLOSE desperately trying to find red cabbage seeds before they appear at pierres in year two. we just found them at the traveling cart on the day that we got married happy pride <3

#im like shaking from the adrenaline of completing tasks #i have been going like CRAZY trying to get all this stuff done as fast as i could and i was starting to get scared because we are in day 22 #of winter so like we have six days left of year one #but its going to be FINE god we are so fucking good at video games #placeholder ask tag #polygonate #oh and the whole reason we are getting married and not going after any of the townspeople or just like nothing at all #is because we are playing as sestro and hamifi vast error. and we were like yeah this is cute #just as an aside

[kimjunnoodle]

i’ve never been one to 100% games but i stayed up till 4 just to get this

#it took so long #casting haste was my only savior #HE HAS 450 HP AND JM LEVEL 5 LIKE NO #but haha yes #only 22 left #one of which is finishing honor mode oh god #bg3 #this game has taken over my soul #i have 500 hours in it like HELP #l i’m i actually haven’t gone to bed yet and im still ‘at’ work (from home) #but i didn’t take a nap so either i have to stay up the whole day and sleep at night or #not yeah wait that one bc i get to play more #it’s not that i don’t update my fics it’s that im too deep in getting lore (playing) to write

[indeliblescarspivotalmarks]

✌🏻😁✌🏻 for 22 days until THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT COMES OUT! ✌🏻😁✌🏻

#22 days left!!!! #EEE SO EXCITED #✌🏻✌🏻 #swiftie #taylor swift #taylorswift #taylor #ts #taylor swift eras #taylornation #taylurking #ttpd #tsttpd #the tortured poets department

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🌠 22 Days Left! 🌠

Our next art for today is by Laverii featuring Presea Combatir! Standing within the field as a gentle breeze stirs, and with a look of happiness on Presea's face, the entire piece is a delight!

#tales of symphonia #presea combatir #tosr countdown #fanart #22 days left

[yloiseconeillants]

JUNELEZEN - Day 22 :: Harvest

Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little Follow, and do me service.

It should be mentioned, at this stage of the story, that Ariel's crowning achievement for the glory of Allag was the development of a bioweapon that could slow or even still the flow of aether to those it afflicted. She bargained for her freedom with the promise that it would turn the tide in the war against Meracydia, and indeed, it did - rendering great dragons powerless, while killing lesser beings. It was used indiscriminately by Allag's mechanical soldiers against Meracydian villages and cities. With Allag's fall, knowledge of the bioweapon was lost to time - until it was unearthed by the Garlean Empire and repurposed into Black Rose.

#junelezen #junelezen 2023 #two hours left in day 22 #it's fine we did it #the allagan tempest #medusa #emet-selch #stormblood spoilers #my blorbo will not enter the heaven of water #junelezen: medusa

[lupismaris]

If anyone has a spare thought/fuck to give please toss it my way I'm treading the delicate path of sorting out the possible (absolutely likely) fuck ups of a former colleague and explaining to their supervisor that they allowed said fuck ups to continue for far longer than they needed to all for the sake of not wanting to ask questions

#this project costs a million dollars easily and nonone felt like asking questions about how logistics were handled. #not until the coordinator was fired and we were left picking up the pieces. my boss is handling the budget issues as delicately as she can #and im trying to handle the fact that the postage/printing/mailing problems we've been having for literal years #might all be due to the fact that said colleague who was asked to retire just couldn't provide ample time to the mailing team #so that the funds could be allotted in escrow thus requiring us to front the cash from our budget or a printers credit. #which happened almost every other project #said colleague was 22 year tenured. they should've known how to avoid this. but now their supervisor is trained for this process #and is fighting any sense of change and claiming all the errors ans embarrassments were the result of other ppl and departments #my guy the call is coming from inside the house etc #i sent a very hefty info based email to explain everything and am now waiting for his inevitable reply where he argues it all #and i have to dig my heals in and politely explain that maybe the problem was in fact his team this time #im not looking forward to that because im at my limit with the designers and publication team and i leave for maine in three days #my fucks are becoming slim to none even though i wanted a promotion out of this

[fantasy-costco]

My passport got delivered yesterday and I just filled out my last scholarship application. I guess I really am going to Greece? Fucking wild

#It's a two week study abroad but I've never left the country before and visiting Greece is a lifelong dream for me #So. Still special #I had a semester abroad in reading England planned before the pandemmy so I'm sort of expecting everything to fall apart #Between now and may. But here's hoping! #I have a thirty day streak on Greek duolingo which will probably not help me at all #I'm nervous about being an embarrassing American tourist but. I'm sure there's been worse American 22 year olds in Europe than me #I've only ever had Greek food in America so if anyone has food recommendations I'm open #Trying new food is my favorite part of traveling on the rare occasion I do it