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i-am-church-the-cat · 4 months
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I need the Panthers in the Stanley Cup Final and the Dolphins in the Super Bowl just so Logan Sargeant makes an unhinged post about it
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avlly · 1 year
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watching youtube whilst playinf ofrtnite #,multitakser
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patakhaaguddii · 2 years
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I'm a multitasker. I can cry while laughing.
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vintage-tech · 2 years
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Turn on the light and see what time it is.
(Actually, you don’t have to turn the light on because that’s a radium dial!)
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esignwebservices · 2 years
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When you have knowledge of multi-tasks and all burdens on your shoulders, so, please confirm whether are you also a multitasker 😎or not.
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The Call (excerpt)
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My mother’s first attempt at dying, the first I knew of anyway, occurred on February 5, 2011, nine days after her eighty-ninth birthday. I was working at my sister’s design firm in Grand Rapids, Michigan, making extra cash to keep my struggling Los Angeles snack food business afloat. My bachelor life made the journey back and forth between the Pacific and the Lake Michigan coasts easy, even for weeks at a time. I had no children and few responsibilities outside of work, but that all changed when the call came.
“The senior center said, ‘She just shut down. We don’t know what to do. Come get her.’” 
I held my breath. 
My brother Michael’s voice trembled as he continued. “I carried Mom’s limp body into the house and put her to bed. The doctor cut off all food, drink, and medications. Hospice is on the way.” 
My pulse spiked.
Hospice comes only when the end is inevitable. I went through this scenario fourteen years earlier with my father. Two days later, he died.            
I packed some clothes, my phone, my computer, and a dark suit, just in case. The next morning, I arrived at my childhood home in Ridgewood, New Jersey. Six of us grew up here, two grew old, one died, and now maybe another. Except for a six-month sojourn after a fire in 1969, 247 Emmett Place had been the Porro home for over sixty years. Not only did it provide a roof over our heads but also our vast array of furry pets: cats, dogs, mice, rats—yes, rats, but cute ones, mostly—and there were hamsters, guinea pigs, rabbits, and a stray squirrel or two. And on one occasion, a possum. Quite the method actor was he. But on that day, he took it too far and made his latest performance his last. As an asthmatic with all that dander floating around, it’s remarkable I, too, didn’t die. However, my fond memories in that ivy-hugging house outnumbered all those creatures combined. Even though I left thirty-six years ago, I always considered it home. And on any other day, I’d sprint up those steps and burst through the front door without hesitation, but that day was different. That day, I stopped, gathered myself, and took a deep breath before reaching for that tarnished brass handle.
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origami-boat · 2 years
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i got wips you can’t even imagine rn
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zachandkaylarph · 8 months
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Apple cider vinegar: an impressive multitasker
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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more studying, more walks, more reading, more skill-based hobbies, more experimenting w pretty fits and hairstyles, more gym, more exploring new things in general, more whole foods/healthy recipes, more financial literacy, more time management, more time off the phone, more being out the loop. nothing else matters
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danielflemingart · 10 months
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The Juggler.
30x40″
Acrylic and water on canvas.
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foxdoodles · 1 month
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a little screenshot study/style experiment
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danalevyltd · 1 year
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😎💙Double the fun 💙😎 We love seeing our jewellery pieces being multi-tasked by you! Check out our mother of pearl "@Beach" balagan beaded necklace as an anklet. 👆🏽Tap for deets👆🏽 . . . . . #atbeachnecklace #atbeach #beachnecklace #motherofpearlnecklace #anklet #beadedanklet #beachanklet #beachjewellery #treasureisland #beachtreasures #danalevy #danalevyjewellery #multitasker https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm6-lE5IbCJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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#perfectwoman #coverlaunch with #covergirl @deepshikhadeshmukh November Editon #multitasker #multifaceted #personality #perfectdaughter #perfectsister #perfectwife #perfectdaughterinlaw #perfectmom #perfectentrepreneur a #warrior so many features in her cap she is a #perfectwoman #readon on her #inspirational #journey Making Us Proud #Deepshikha Deshmukh- is One of Bollywood’s youngest producers and a force to reckon with -Recently she produced #cutputlli, #bellbottom , #coolieno1 , #jawanijaneman and infused fresh blood and energy into @pooja_ent . Besides being a fabulous mom, a nature warrior and a wife, she is a visionary entrepreneur who runs an Ayurvedic award winning skincare brand @loveorganicallyindia … She also puts in lots of hours of work to empower rural women and children through various initiatives. Aware and Vocal about the global environmental challenges she has always been a supporter of the circulating economy and sustainable living. Cover Credits Cover Girl: Deepshikha Deshmukh #deepshikadeshmukh #editor @dr.khooshigurubhai #md @gurubhaithakkar #chiefeditor @dr.geetsthakkar Cover Designed by @chandresh.gurubhai.96 Make up : Chandini Dawar @makeupbychandinidawar Hair : Meenal Agarwal @hairmakeupbymeenal Stylist Neha maru @nehamaru_ Photography: Shruti Tejwani @shrutitejwaniphotography PR : ALTAIR PR @altair.pr #perfectwomanmagazine Team @alfa_gurubhai_thakkar #covergirl #fashion #edition #indianmagazine (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck_Ulpzyxwx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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laestoica · 5 months
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retrogamingblog2 · 5 months
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Nintendo Switch Accessories made by inceptualize3D
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ohworm-writes · 7 months
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Thinking about Firefighter!Price.
Imagine him coming home after a long, exhausting day of working, keys jingling as he unlocks the door at some ungodly hour of the night, footsteps falling heavy against the floor as he walks inside, exhaustion and fatigue lingering along his form.
He's still dressed in his station wear - a fitted, navy blue t-shirt with Station 141's logo printed onto the front of it, small, right on the right side of his chest, and a pair of trousers in the same color to match, hanging loosely onto him.
He should take a shower, he knows he should. He smells of sweat and sulfur, the scents clinging to his clothes and skin like a second skin, and he know that the two of you'll have to wash the bedding come morning.
But god, the sight of you in bed, dressed in a loose pair of your own shorts and one of his spare shirts, face smushed against one of the pillows as your breathing comes slow, in and out, steady - it's far too enticing to pass up so easily.
So he unbuckles his belt in a daze, stripping off his shirt, undershirt and trouser, tossing the articles haphazardly onto the floor (he tries to toss them towards the hamper, but he knows he misses, given the way his belt buckle clanks loudly against the hardwood floor of the bedroom, but, honestly, he could care less).
And he gets right into bed beside you, fingers grazing lightly over the exposed skin of your thighs, traversing upwards, fingers splayed as his palm travels over the fabric of your shorts, sneaking their way under the loose shirt of his that you wear, hand pressing against your tummy as he pulls you close.
He presses his nose into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as he deeply inhales the scent of your body wash, softly shushing you as you start to rouse, the way your body gently begins to shuffle as you let out the softest, sleepiest yawn, listening as he grumbles softly against your skin.
"Didn't mean to wake you, love. Go back to sleep."
His voice is so hoarse, so strained and rough from the events of the day - yelling and barking out commands to the firefighters within the ladder and engine crews that he guides - but, at the same time, it's runs smooth like honey, settling just right in your sleepy, hazy mind.
He hugs you tighter, pressing your back flush against his chest as he curls his body around you in a subtly protective manner, littering tender kisses against your neck, trying to coax you back to sleep as he lets out a soft sigh, infatuated with the way your body molds perfectly into his.
"Mmm... s'fine, John. Wha... what time s'it?"
"None of your business, that's what time. Go back to sleep. I'll be here in the mornin'... promise you that. Okay?"
He doesn't let you ask your questions. If you try to think, he knows you'll wake up, and he already feels guilty about waking you up in the first place, so he doesn't even entertain your sleepy question, giving you a promise - two, technically. That he's here now and that it'll stay that way until the two of you wake up in the dawn.
"Stubborn..."
"Always. We c'n talk in the mornin'. Sleep."
"Mmm... glad you're back home safe. Love you."
"Love you, too."
But by the time he says the words, you've already fallen back asleep, and a deep, rumbling chuckle erupts from within his chest, amused, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your jaw before letting himself fall asleep behind you, his breaths, his heartbeat falling into sync with your own.
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