#out of the toolbox

[alluraaaa]

question for all voltron likers because i’m curious

bonus question for the tags: what would ur bayard be

#reblog to spread i need to see the results i’m so curious #txt #polls #personally. i think yellow #and my bayard has to be a hammer #like out of a toolbox 🔨 #holding one in my hand alllllways makes me wanna swing it around and hit things <3

[atthebell]

every time someone on here says crazy shit about a female character and then is like "but i PROMISE it's not because she's a woman, it's just that--" i'm like please stop talking i promise you it is at least partially if not mostly because she's a woman and you should be aware of that when you're doing media criticism or i straight up do not trust your understanding of a text nor your ability to be normal about real women either. also the fact that you feel the need to give a disclaimer makes it extra transparent either say what you're gonna say or don't but don't pretend you actually do care about women when you evidently prioritize male characters over them

#bell.txt #incorporate feminism into your media analysis toolbox or get the fuck out #misogyny in fandom

[azaisya]

New dnd pc!!!! Her name is Adelaide and she’s a soul knife rogue who used to be a spymaster-in-training for an ambitious minor noble before everything fell through and she went nvm I’m going to go adventure. That seems like a more stable profession.

#dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons art #dnd #dnd rogue #half elf #I miss having spells so much #like literally I’m so close to figuring out a multiclass just bc I miss having more choices in my toolbox #so far I’ve coped by buying caltrops oil a bear trap ball bearings etc #I am having a lot of fun w a rogue tho! I’ve been hoping to play one for a while #there’s more to her backstory but not much more bc that’s not the sort of campaign she’s in #mostly she’s just there to adventure and have a good time #candlesart #and then there were dragons #adelaide lymos

[smolmakerel]

Life after the Ghostface killings in New York City was somewhat peaceful. As peaceful as it could be with the entire internet hounding you that you were going to end up becoming a serial killer like your dad.

If Sam had it her way, she would ban the internet. Because, honestly? Most of them were a bunch of incels (whatever that even meant. Sam overheard Mindy saying Richie was an incel and assumed it to mean a shitty person - which, true) who needed a positive social life.

And incels were why Sam usually stayed inside nowadays, because she didn't want to deal with shitty people trying to kill her. Again. For the third time.

Literally isolating herself led to the worst possible outcome.

For Tara.

"Um, Sam?"

Sam didn't bother putting the impact driver in her hand down. She whipped around and grinned at her bemused and annoyed sister coming into the living room.

Tara eyed the power tool in Sam's hand, the few screws poking out of her teeth, and the halfway-put-together hammock limp on the floor.

"Is there a reason why you're drilling holes in the wall?" Tara deadpanned, pulling her arms tight across her chest.

Sam looked down at the hammock as if it was obvious. It was kind of obvious. No, it was really obvious. The hammock was still half drilled into the wall and patiently waiting to be stuck across the room to stretch out. She opened her mouth to let the screws fall into her palm.

"I'm hanging a hammock."

"Why?"

"Because?"

"At 2 in the morning?" Sam went to open her mouth to defend herself, but Tara quickly narrowed her eyes and spoke up again. "When I have a final worth 40% of my grade at 9 in the morning?"

Sam slowly closed her jaw.

Tara held her angry glare for exactly 10 seconds before her shoulders dropped as she sighed. She trudged to the chair and curled up in it, patiently watching Sam watching her. Sam perked up at the silent "go on" from her sister.

"It was supposed to be a surprise for you," Sam admitted. She began to stretch the hammock to the other wall and used her stud finder on the wall. She sighed. "I guess I lost track of time."

Tara raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "So you haven't eaten all day?"

Sam laughed at that, nearly slipping and drilling her hand to the wall. Tara jolted at that but calmed down once Sam continued to laugh.

"That's my line, Tara." Sam tugged on the newly drilled hammock and sighed once she was satisfied it wasn't coming down. "Do you like it?"

"I think I'd like it even more if I didn't have to wake up during the installation."

Ok. Fine. Whatever.

Sam dramatically rolled her eyes and discarded the impact driver and stud finder on the half of the couch the hammock didn't cover. She flopped onto the hammock with a groan, hands behind her head.

"I'll just use it then," Sam teased with her eyes closed, "since someone doesn't appreciate honest work."

She could feel the side eye Tara was giving her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly panicked.

Did Tara really not like the gift? Was it over the top? Did it remind Tara too much of... before?

Before Sam could mentally degrade herself about how she should've known better than to burden Tara with this gift, the hammock rocked.

Sam snapped her eyes open at the tipping of the hammock and immediately threw her foot down to the floor for stability. Tara, from Sam's sudden movement, fell the rest of the way into the hammock.

Tara wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, and Sam laid as still as she could. As soon as Tara relaxed, almost completely on top of her older sister, Sam wrapped her arms around Tara and squeezed.

"Gotcha!" Sam said with a kiss to the crown of her head.

Tara grumbled, exhausted.

It was quiet after that. Sam rubbed soothing circles into Tara's back and hummed whatever song came to mind.

"Sammy?" Tara's tired voice slurred into Sam's shoulder. Sam hummed. "I love it; thank you so, so much. I feel like a kid again."

Sam swallowed. Wow. No one had ever really shown appreciation for the things she gave them. To hear how much Tara loved it made Sam love the gift too.

"It's nothing," Sam tried to downplay how happy she was, but the pitch in her voice gave it away.

Tara nuzzled deeper into her sister's bodywarmth, and Sam reached out to snag the wooly blanket from the couch beneath the hammock and toss it over them. Humming, Tara fully relaxed.

"Dos oruguitas," Sam softly sang, tucking Tara's hair behind her ear, "enamoradas.¹"

"Pasan sus noches," Tara mumbled, not even bothering to try and sing right now, "y madrugadas.²"

Sam snorted. Her foot began to lightly kick against the ground to sway the hammock.

The whir of the heater drowned out the honking outside of people rushing to get home and out of the way of the incoming snow storm.

Tara's shoulders hitched, drawing Sam's attention to them. Her eyes went wide when warm tears began to soak her shirt collar.

"Tara? Mi mariposa, ¿qué ocurre?" Sam lifted the two of them up enough so she could wipe away the tears flowing down Tara's cheeks. Each tear was a punch to the gut, and Sam wanted nothing more than to lightly assault whatever made Tara cry. "¿Estás bien?³"

Tara shook her head. "No es nada.⁴ I was thinking about our backyard. We used to do this all the time." She laughed wetly, full of tears. "I didn't know how much I missed it until now."

So... Sam needed to lightly assault herself. Got it.

At least she could make up for all of those afternoon naps in their backyard hammock she missed now.

"Me too," Sam agreed with a smile. She cupped Tara's face and kissed her forehead, and Tara sank into the action with a tired sigh. "Now -" Sam pulled back with a mock stern glare -"you're going back to sleep. You have your final in the morning. Why are you even awake right now?"

"What? You're the one that -"

"Shh, less talking more sleeping."

Tara huffed, but it sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter.

Sam pulled Tara back down and continued to rub her back and push her foot to move the hammock. The soothing motions combined with Sam's warmth lulled Tara into an easy sleep.

But Sam never stopped rocking her foot. She pulled the blanket higher over both of them before hugging her sister.

With Tara now sleeping, Sam silently dissolved into a mess of tears. She was glad Tara wasn't seeing this moment of weakness from her. What would she think of Sam if she knew Sam cried so easily over her?

"Te amo, Tara," she said as she gathered Tara as close as she could, until the world shifted and the puzzle completed. She was whole again. "Te amo mucho, mi corazón.⁵"

Sam closed her eyes and fell asleep with her entire world in her arms.

— ● — ○ — ● — ○ —

1: Two little caterpillars in love

2: They spend their nights and early mornings

3: My butterfly, what's going on? Are you ok?

4: It's nothing.

5: I love you, Tara. I love you so much, my heart.

#I haven't written in a while so bear with me 😭 #Sam is such a dad #Sam getting out her toolbox: I have the tools for success #Tara: *side eyes her* #I have so many headcanons of these two that will probably never leave my head #I love them so much #Anyway #Tara was wearing a Freddy Fazbear onesie to bed in this I don't make the rules I just enforce them #Sam was wearing a Bonnie onesie /j #Now I'm thinking about a FNAF au 🙄 #In the morning: #Tara ended up missing her exam and Sam was freaking out about it #Then Sam's stomach growling reminded Tara of how Sam didn't eat at all yesterday #So they had breakfast together ❤ #Chad and Mindy crashed the breakfast party for free food #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #scream 2022 #scream vi #scream #I wrote this while having 4% battery on my phone also so I was doing a rush lol #my writing #This was originally angsty as hell but I'll write that another time #They're both crybabies but Tara's the one that cries in public while Sam breaks down when Tara isn't around

[tin-can-iron-man]

I just. I love my dad so much guys

#MAN OF ALL TIME he's so fuckin rad #he came over to help me set up my desktop (got a pc btw) and funniest man in existence here he touched my desk saw it wobble and went ''NO' #came back with his tools and an office chair for me because he saw the chair I was gonna use and went :/ #this man brought over an ENTIRE TOOLBOX just for me because I cannot for the life of me find where the old one went and just. fixed the des #that I had been struggling with for about eight months at this point. in like twenty minutes. and then set up my desktop for me #he also brought over a webcam and microphone without any sort of promoting just because he knows I do discord calls with my friends and gf #also I dug out the instructions for the desk and before I could even hand him the paper he was like ''so this is how we fix this'' #and then fixed it and was like ''yeah you did that wrong but you were close'' #and then was like ''dont buy furniture and stuff without letting me know first what you want I'll keep an eye out'' #and I was laughing being like ''I didn't want to come to you every time I need something because I want you to see me as independent'' #and he went ''you live by yourself of course I see you as independent'' and my bitches the way I almost cried right there #just. idk something something the way my families love languages have always been acts of service and gift giving #and my dad insisting I should rely on him more and giving me stuff I wanted but don't have without EVER TELLING HIM I wanted said things #just. my dad is so cool guys #sorry I saw my computer set up vibing on my desk and got completely overwhelmed #ignore me #not marvel related

[spearxwind]

Im attempting working out again by doing some stuff at home instead of paying for a gym membership while i get back in shape and im hoping i can keep it up because damn those endorphins are real 🙏

#im also very weak atm I really want to get back to an acceptable strenght #if anything so i can fight my bf to the death even more intensely <3 #i do feel kinda silly but also kinda badass doing squats hugging a big toolbox to my chest #butch on a budget #thunderclap #the world of working out is so overwhelming fr i just wanna be strong not even necessary visibly buff

[oddlydescriptive]

Panting over the thought of wrestling with Brian for the last 10 mm in the shop- I just know he loses them all.

#stay out of my toolbox #I will fuck you up for taking sockets from my set #even if you’re hot #brian o’conner x reader #brian oconner #fast and furious #brian oconner x reader #brian o’conner

[chronodia]

moon dog

#casey art #the silver case #kill the past #suda51 #grasshopper manufacture #the silver case akira #fanart #him.. <3 #still trying out some new style stuff 👍 did this with a new brush pack too #(dani diez’s toolbox–only $10 and I like it a lot) #btw a ‘moon dog’ is an atmospheric phenomenon :)

[cogentranting]

The end of season 5 through all of season 6 is really just a long series of head traumas for Jack.

#lost abc #lost spoilers #he gets beat up by sawyer twice #he gets hit in the back of the head with a toolbox #he gets knocked out by an explosion #locke hits him across the face with a rock #I think there's more #there's a lot

[aviatrix-ash]

Can I show you all my favorite little ratchet 🥺👉👈

It's nothing fancy, definitely not a $150 Snap-on fella, I paid maybe $6 or 8 bucks for it at Harbor Freight. It's come in clutch on everything I've touched so far from jets, ww2 planes, weird experimental planes, to cars, boats, and so many engines and doodads and thingies and it's just a lil guy and I think it'sgreat :3

(Ignore the glitter, I've been going thru sparkly gelpen after gelpen writing notes for daaaays to prep for my exams. :'3)

#gonna be sad when it finally wears out one day ;_; #i was sad when my 1st drill i got back in 2010 died and stopped recharging i built and fixed a lot of thingies with it ;w; #just silly posting today to keep my mind in a positive headspace heh...going thru it a little bit #maintenance #aviatrixs toolbox

[palettepainter]

SPOILERS TO THE MHA MANGA CH 420

Ectoplasm when Eri tries to run off: Eri it's dangerous, you have to stay here where it's safe!

Ectoplasm when Eri wants to hack her horn off: I got you lemme get a chisel and hammer from my boyfriend

I love this man sm .

#Love how he just let this happen #I also love the idea of Eri just going up to Powerloader with Ecto #And Powerloader busting out a toolbox full of equitment like 'What are you in the market for?' #And the three just sitting in a corner somewhere while Powerloader talks her through what tools are best #Also also one of the teachers glancing over and seeing Powerloader helping Eri chip her horn off and Ecto is like 'This is fine move along' #MHA #Ectoplasm #Eri #Powerloader #Ectoloader

[manga-and-stuff]

Problem: The tablet I use to read manga has no decent blue light filter function build in, and my eyes always get really tired when I use it at night.

All the blue light filter apps out there only make the black parts of manga yellow and the whites stay white, kinda like this:

My solution:

The result:

Admittedly, it's a bit more yellow than I would like, but I'll probably get used to it and this was more of a test than anything else.

But it works, my eyes don't get tired anymore, and since I pretty much exclusively use this tablet to read manga, the tint isn't really a problem for other apps.

#the and stuff part of manga and stuff #the manga is planetes btw #I know there are other software solutions for this out there #but all of them had one shortcoming or another that made them unsuitable #I also got a super strong yellow tint on my computer screens #so much so that people at work constantly ask me if my screens are broken #tales from the toolbox #I like unconvetional solutions

[dicaeopolis]

Plan for evening

Sundried tomato spinach and barley baked risotto with whipped lemon ricotta

Do some drugs

Message people to buy more drugs

Go on eBay and look at antique tools for several hours

#.txt #drugs /// #i need to fill out my toolbox for new job and it occurred to me Today i can buy vintage ones

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

told my cat “not for small girls” as i was putting some rusty tools in vinegar to soak overnight and now im questioning my internalized misogyny and the environment im raising her in

#mackintosh #my neighbor was throwing out a toolbox and i was psyched bc i need a better car toolbox #but alas! cracked! but wait! many rusty tiny wrenches inside!

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

Me: *watches Eddie Diaz reach for giant toolbox in his truck*

Me: . . .

Me: “Giant toolbox in the back, to counterbalance the giant wrench in the front....”

#911 spoilers #eddie diaz #buddie #ill see myself out #im so sorry #but also not sorry #you know what they say about men with large toolboxes #they have large equipment #@blutterlie #Help

[ghxstgvrlx]

It’s so easy to criticize someone who takes risks if you never do. The safe route keeps you … safe. Lol

Someone who never is vulnerable or has less survival situations they’ve been through or big mistakes that they’ve made, the easier they feel that they can criticize you for what you’ve done or how you handle the problems in your life. Sympathy and empathy are not the same things. Sympathy is when you can recognize someone else’s pain and feel pity for them but don’t necessarily understand from your own lived experiences, empathy is the desire to 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 their pain, whether it’s a shared experience or not.

When you’ve been through some shit, you can usually recognize when someone else hasn’t or hasn’t in the way you have. I’m not trying to compare traumas or do the Trauma Olympics lol but I think it’s fair to say that you at the very least can tell through questions or even just noticing their reactions to gather that they haven’t been though what you have. Like, I’ve never fought in a war. Do I understand what that does to a human being? No, not really. I can try to sympathize and empathize with them, I can try to learn more but I can’t feel what they’ve felt. I can’t be where they’ve been, and I wouldn’t want to.

All this to say basically, don’t expect someone who’s never walked in your shoes to understand what that feels like. That’s okay, they don’t have to. Just get a really good filter for people who want to shame you and who want to understand you.

#my thoughts #again #more just a stream of consciousness #but I needed to do some journaling today and I want to have a typed version #that I can go back to vs flipping through my journals madly trying to find where I wrote it lol #introspection hurts #perceived rejection hurts #but I’m gathering the tools in my toolbox to be able to handle it all #I’m going to make it out of this winter. #I will feel the warm breeze and the sun on my skin #im going to make it out #I’m going to survive my life #I’m not gonna let the world win #this is my only life on this earth #and I WILL make it an enjoyable one or die trying #all I know is I can’t live this way ever again #no one has power over my brain except for me #and if I decided to not commit suicide and I make the choice everyday to keep breathing it must be worth it #all of this has to matter #I can’t go through all of this for nothing #my dad wouldn’t appreciate that.