#study gloom

[skyloftian-nutcase]

yeah, nah, sorry totk

Guardians are infinitely scarier than gloom hands

#tears of the kingdom #totk #like I’m riding my horse in botw for ambience while I study #And I had a butt clenching moment where I realized my horse headed to central Hyrule #And I almost had a meltdown because there was a guardian in the distance and I stared making my horse go faster #MOVE FASTER RHOAM WE’RE GONNA DIE— #gloom hands do not do that to me at all #Botw guardians are freaking terrifying lol #breath of the wild

[unexpectedstormy]

WIP Wednesday -- Gang Rejects Wild

or

A mid-TotK Wild reappears before the Chain but the don't believe it's him because of how changed he is.

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“No! Don’t touch him!” Hyrule cried and jumped away, recoiling as if bitten. “That isn’t Wild!”

“How do you know?” Legend asked.

“He’s—it’s—full of malice, and poes and a strange magic that I don’t understand!” Hyrule said.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Time’s sword leveled at Wild’s throat.

“I’m Wild! Don’t you recognize me?” Wild answered with a betrayed look.

“You take the form of our brother but you aren’t him!” Hyrule accused.

“Guys! It’s me I swear! I’ve just… my adventure hasn’t been treating me well.”

“Show us your true form, Dark Link,” Time said coldly. “You aren’t fooling anyone hiding behind that face.”

“What are you talking about? This is my true form! I’m not Dark Link!” Wild replied vehemently.

“Put your sword down! That’s Wild!” Wind objected pushing Time’s blade away. “Can’t you see that he's hurt or sick or something?”

“Wind! Get back!” Legend dragged him away. “That’s not Wild. That’s only a trick!”

#I really really really want to get back into writing #but after doing school and studying all day everyday I haven't had enough words or brainpower to scratch out more than a few sentences #and of course my brain doesn't want to work on any of the other WIPs I have #it wants to write something completely new #fanfic #totk #tears of the kingdom #Wild's been spending too much time in the depths #he's pale and sick from lack of sunlight and too much gloom exposure #inspired by the fact that all I've been doing in totk recently is exploring the depths and looking for armor #still haven't finished the game by the way #linked universe

[izaart]

I’m taking commissions if anyone wants, $50 for a full color piece, e-mail me at [email protected] Some pieces & commissions I did recently

#pokemon #izaart #iza #iza art #cyndaquil #furret #cats #iza cl study #commissions #meowth #alolan meowth #sableye #mawile #sly cooper #bowser #goomba #gloom

[lemongogo]

i need 2 stop drawing static stuff . white bg . front facing pose. <will do it again

#i looked thru my media tab 2day .horrific #WHERES THA PURPOSEEEE E #there doesnt have 2 be any . of coursies . #but thats smt i want to work on rly hard T_T 2024!!!!!!!!! #smth smth reflection but i am happy with what ive done in 2023 #definitely havent finished as many things as id hoped but thats okay.kind of touched on it w that one trgn comp a few months ago #but i tried 2 be more confident in areas i wasnt so sure abt before and it paid off in a way that im happy with T__T❤️ #like despite all my gloom & burnout and artblock . i had a lot of fun . and im rly fortunate that ive been able to meet the nicest ppl #through it T__T #idk what jm talking abt anymore but j think . i am happy w the direction im headed in and i just need to work harder now on variability #and concept and composition. not rly sure where to start but i think compiling some of my favs in a single place #and studying them will help. :3.. AND NOT GIVING UP A SKETCH IF ITS FRUSTRATING ATM😭😭😭😭 #some of them ..that one w meryl and vash . i ould not for the life of me figure out and i was like soo done w it #but then i was likeno OK just do it who cares . and then i found a workflow that worked and it WAS SOO MUCH FUNNN AND I STILL RLY LOVE HOW #IT TURNED OUTTT .. #and the one w knives . the beautiful universe one . i rmbr being so annoyed by a similar attempt that inwas lkke fuck it im just gna use the #biggest brush ever and play arnd with stuff bc its not gna see the light of day and fhen j agonized abt sharing it and everyone WAS SOOO #NICE TO ME !!&2&2 LIKEEE it was one of my earliest trgn pieces so kind of new 2 da scene and lkke . idk man it helped me enjoy my art from #an outside perspective after struggling w the doubt and its now one of my favorites ever too … #ORRR .. the vash and wolfwood one w the silly blue sky bg .. the textures were so mindless and fun #or the elendira . SOOO MANY FUN ELENDIRAS.. the perspective nail gun one is still a fav bc i shy away from perspective bc its hard as shit #but it worked out and i luv it tew . #sory anyways . very happy. and thankful^__^ ik when j post stuff like URRG MY ART!!!it mostly jst comes from .like GAAH want 2 push myself #harder bc i know itll be fun once i get 2 where im going T_T #anyways if u got 2 this point u r lkterally angel my angelll~ hamtaro pic #tys

[podado-t-memes]

Holt Hyde💙pretending to be💛Jackson Jekyll😂

Petros Island, Greece.

Yo Deuce-

How's Greece and the Gorgon family reunion? I would say "wish you were here" but then I'd have to share ghouls with you and I kinda like being selfish.

Later, Jackson

...

Look at the handwriting! That is definitely Holt Hyde pretending to be Jackson! 🥸🕵️‍♀️📸🧐 It's especially evident in how the two write their "J"

Also! Jackson doesn't say "Yo" or "later." Who's he trying to fool?

Holt, you like being selfish? 👁️👄👁️ Should I be concerned?

Woah there Holt! 🧯💨💨 *sprays him with fire extinguisher*

Holt, do you need to join DJ Hyde in horny jail? 🤔 (Jeez that kid is horny 😓😩😵😵‍💫)

#monster high #monster high memes #holt hyde #jackson jekyll #mh holt #mh jackson #deuce gorgon #mh duece #gloom beach #dj hyde #im studying DID in my Abnormal Psych class RN and im 99% sure JJ and HH have it! if so #then i think out of all the rep for DID characters #they are pretty good #but lmk what you think #monster high lisi harrison #lisi Harrison #monster high books #monster high brain rot

[pestilight]

     The hero will not make it.

     Rauru pours every scintilla of light he has left into those grievous wounds. He presses it all into the wrist he's yet to let go of since that fateful clasp, a wellspring funnelled through the anchoring point of their contact. So tremendous an effort is it that another piece of his arm crumbles, quicker to decay without the blessing of Zonai blood nor heart nor stone, peeling off and fading into nothing within strands of dispelled radiance.

     Still, it is not enough.

     The right arm is beyond salvaging. The Gloom: a loathsome force merely kept at bay with his light's slower abrasion. With what it has devoured, devours, and seeks to continue devouring as its master recovers his strength, the hero — Link, a faint voice chimes, sweet with conviction and love for her swordsman — will not make it.

     What an enormously cataclysmic thing to reckon with.

     Somewhere in the far distance, what sounds startlingly like the time bell knells a solemn rhythm. His spirit cannot cast shadows, but it paints a seafoam glow over Link as Rauru looms over his body — hand clutching ever tighter, as though his hold alone could pierce past the trappings of mortal flesh and erase every sliver of rot in one fell swoop. He reaches for the Gloom again, tendrils of incanted light enveloping the source in a shimmering embrace, and once more, his magic does not purge as cleanly as he wants it to. Once more, another fragment of his remains falls away.

     This is foolish, a part of him thinks; the part mired in memories of wanton bloodshed, of surviving at whatever the cost, of a time before a tempering kindness. Foolish, and needlessly cruel. He has seen damage of this severity wrought before — has treated it before.

     At his core, he knows what must be done. His hesitation, in the face of that, is not a mercy: it is another moment suspended between life and death, another opportunity for the Gloom to spread, another tally against the odds of what would now be a miracle.

     Another failing.

     Rauru does not need to breathe, yet he nevertheless finds himself going through its invisible motions. It calms him, marginally, and his mind clears enough for the thought to turn constructive. Yes, he knows what must be done. The question now is: what is he to do with the repercussions?

     —What repercussions? Another part of him thinks; the one locked in shame, drowning in regret, fraying with the need to pen this story to its very end.

     The flow of his light stills.

     It resumes a split second later, surging forth to continue hindering the creep of darkness, but his grip loosens. His fingers, slowly, unwind.

     What repercussions, the thought continues, when it is only the right arm that has to be dealt with? A right arm that has to be accounted for?

     A right arm that he, blessedly, still possesses?

     Link's chances of survival do not seem so slight, now.

     ( Rauru's chances of atoning do not seem so elusive, now. )

     It is a simple thing, grasping that ruined hand. Honing his light to burn through everything — skin, sinew, blood, marrow — is, too, effortless with how densely the corrosion is seeped into the flesh. The Gloom lingers, harder to contain for a moment with no corporeal bearer, but that will soon be remedied.

     Link's fingers are the last ashes to be swept away. From there, it is just a matter of connecting.

     Rauru does not say the words as he threads their vitalities together. Vows like these have always been a show of devotion more than anything, anyway. When this arm is all he can hope to offer to Link — to Zelda, to Mineru, to Sonia, to Hyrule, to everyone and everything he's loved and lost — what could possibly indicate his devotion more?

#* light of blessing / study. #( oh i started off so strong but flagged...i spent too much time on this to not hit send post though so SEND POST #vow of ra.uru scene but it's like zel.da's in that there are no words....just the act of giving.... #also i probably don't make it clear enough but like. ra.uru cannot begin purging the gloom in li.nk's arm without #simultaneously searing the actual arm away with how thickly the gloom has infested it! hence why the amputation here is less cutting and #and more like. burning through remains sflkjdf idk. i hope that makes sense! #i have more things to say on how being sealed for millennia weakened both parties...and with no #sage's stone there is only so much he can feasibly do. pulling off the feat of magically installing a living prosthetic is the extent of it #but those are thoughts for another day lsdkjfl ) #* ic / para. #* lightroot / ic. #* v / daybreak come again. #amputation cw #death mention #ask to tag /

[fromedennn]

classical music and a light september rain

#made a classical playlist for androgynous academic autumn #really feeling it now with all the gloom outside (even if it’s hot like summer) #trying to motivate myself to study since i have more work shifts scheduled next week than usual #academia #studyblr #studyspo #seasons #rainymood #rain #gloomy #classical music #mine

[espectres]

in need of writing more abt Shou's mental health cuz uh

#the crippling trauma & violent intrusive thoughts #his insomnia ties sm into his survivor tactics #and the need to stay alert bcuz some ppl out there want him dead #that and the nightmares #literally suzuki shou doesn't sleep #he's powering thru life by sheer force of will & adrenaline & hamsters #I'd say the darkest parts to his mental state were the ouple months before reuniting with his mother #the world was genuinely so much gloom and doom he didnt want to be a part of it anymore #it almost got to him #and it's still there in a way #but he keeps his goals in mind and it's enough of a reason to stay alive another #hhhhhh #suicidal / #suicidal thoughts / #ask to tag / #i don't tend to discuss such darker topics #but ??? shou is just going thru it it's how it is #ショウ ; i realized that youth is grey. / headcanon. #ショウ ; what a cruel adolescence. / study.

[prrtual]

hallway

#mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #my art #volume 4 hit different fr. #i loved this bit i had to do a study of the hall #glooms art #??? am i changing this tag too #SAVIOR.PNG

[evadingreallife]

Someone convince my subconscious to pick up the damn book and study thank you. Or my conscious mind too, im not too picky.

#study #exams #this is about my nonexistent will to study even tho im already a lost cause and exam season will come whether i wish it to or not #also im deathly scared of actually sitting myself down to study #plus some usual fall blues because we can never seem to escape the doom and gloom season yay

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

10.12.23 - 🎼 So today we're gonna take the time to show ya the b-b-bright side of the dark side. Only think you wanna, no you really gotta, see the b-b-bright side of the dark side. 🎶🎵We're gonna show you why there's more than meets the eye the b-b-bright side of the dark side. Only think you wanna, no you really gotta, see the b-b-bright side of the dark side 🎶🎵

Work - SJC has to send me the info on the depos (mainly the times) for the McFadden case so I can get to work notifying the defendants. I also have a case file to put together for claims. So not too bad.

Background Noise - I have. WAY too many YouTube videos to watch so let's see how many I can blow through today.

Study - Okay if I get downtime to myself, then I'm going to: finally read Moses Wright's testimony in the Emmett Hill murder trial, I'm going to attempt to finish the study on offshore financial centers, I want to read at least two (2) news articles related to the Panama Papers, and try to get through a few chapters of the books I've started provided the Internet Archive hasn't removed them.

Extras - It's garbage night, and I'm still trying to get all the decorations together so the house can be spooky. Wish me luck.

#studyblr #my study stuff #today's focus #talking #selfie #ruby gloom

[sidewalkgloom]

and when the fog rises

somebody sighs who is not in disguise anymore.

The dust ebbs at Kamino, and Toshinori doesn’t look up. The ache is bone-deep and familiar. It’s wires that criss-cross through his muscles and knot at the joints, contort in the cave under his ribs. He keeps his eyes on the floor—hopes his hand can do the talking, just like it always does.

Toshinori’s cleared skyscrapers with his jumps, but he thinks this one he can’t land.

The silence scatters in the atmosphere. Cheers and howls gather above, crowding the sky and the air and Toshinori can barely breathe, barely see. It weighs down atop him like the heavens reached down and laid over him their own hand.

He takes solace in the safety of his students.

Izuku and Toshinori sit in the sand and lean on each other, arm against bandaged arm, shoes tossed aside and water between their toes. They pretend the salt in Toshinori’s shirt is seawater. They giggle over little stories, about old classmates and chance encounters and silly blunders, and everything is as it was.

Toshinori wakes up and doesn’t want to open his eyes. He counts to five, then seven, then nine. Opens his eyes. If he takes a deep breath now he’ll never get up from his bed, so he sighs and wrangles his limbs into sitting.

The floor is chilly against his bare feet. He’s forgotten his slippers by the front door again.

Grumbling, Toshinori stumbles to the bathroom and flicks the lights on, then off. Too damn bright, they always were; reflecting off the blinding tiles and porcelain. No one deserves a headache in the morning. He thinks again about remodeling the bathroom to some muted color. Brushes his teeth. Green, maybe. Lathers soap on his face. Or beige. Gets some in his eye, cusses. Knows he won’t do it.

He toes out towards the closet, trying to touch the ground as little as possible. Grabs hold of the knob and yanks. Runs his fingers over all his shirts and pants. All too big, so they don't rip apart at the seams. He tries to remember the feel of clothes that fit and stretch. Pulls a white shirt off the hanger. Thinks about the cold floor beneath his feet. Pulls a jacket off, too.

He’s barely stepped over the doormat when a harsh breeze sweeps up his shirt. Gritting his teeth, Toshinori slams the door and locks it.

He makes it to the metro station before he’s recognized. Then the first person yells.

“All Might!”

“Where—”

“That’s All Might!”

“Oh my God, All Might, is it true th—”

“Sign my face—!”

“—fan, All Might!”

“What are you doing about—”

“Thank you for—”

“—and do you still—”

“Have you—?”

“All—”

“—Might.”

Nothing is sure, Toshinori knows, except that the bubble will pop and it’ll all come down. No thing can be held up forever; Toshinori is living proof. He breathes and eats it. He’s known it since Nana sat him down on a rooftop’s ledge and spun a tale of two brothers, a line of dead heroes, and an orphaned kid.

Still, some nonsensical part of him thought that if he stepped carefully enough, made all the right choices, he could make this last forever.

Peace is funny that way. Pump your image high enough, spread your face far enough, and people start to feel you everywhere. The illusion is enough, as long as it stands still enough. Sensation, power, confidence; it’s only really peace when it’s endless. Who wants to live on a time limit? And yet. And yet.

Toshinori isn’t ignorant, but knowing the diagnosis doesn’t cure the disease. He’s not past tossing and turning over total societal collapse just yet. He knows, he does. No building has ever stood on a single pillar, but Toshinori was young and bright-eyed and hopeful still, and when you can save a person with nothing more than a flick of the wrist, it stops being a choice.

It carries on until Izuku spears a foot straight through the debris aiming to make Toshinori a victim. The pride outweighs the shame, for a time, so he shoves it into the backseat and slams the door. His boy has come such a long way.

Later, when he’s alone between two doors and his shitty, blinding fucking bathroom, it claws its way to the wheel and drives them straight into a ditch. Toshinori grips the sink, his knuckles a matching porcelain white, and prays.

It never gets easier, is the thing. A thousand times Toshinori wished to lie right there and never show hair nor grin again, but knew the rot would seep into the streets before long.

Toshinori doesn’t have that, now. He can lay here forever, and nothing will ever go wrong without him, because everything already has.

#yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #character study #snippets #sidewalkgloom #gloom writes #July Break Bingo #July Break Bingo 2023 #Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

24 working days until the last day of school. It cannot come too soon.

Some kid stuck a mousetrap in my file cabinet today.

That wasn't even enough to get the principal or assistant principal to come down and check it out. No one ever followed up to allow me to file charges on the kid that was trying to asphyxiate us all by spraying aerosol in a closed classroom over and over again.

I asked the principal to get him out of my class and I was ignored.

My co-teacher is candidate for a PhD and yet she teaches 5th grade.

Talking to her is like talking to a brick wall.

I have taught there for 5 years I know the type of kids that we have and I know how their parents are.

She comes from a prep school where they never get discipline problems because those type of kids aren't allowed to attend.

I like to do my own lessons, I like to do the research myself and usually when I am under pressure to get them done, I come up with my most creative ideas.

She doesn't create anything on her own.

She buys it all in advance from Teachers Pay Teachers.

The previous principal I had for 5 years drilled into our heads that Teachers Pay Teachers was for stupid and lazy people. We were absolutely forbidden from ever using lessons from there.

So I learned to make my own which I was very good at. But I haven't been able to use any of my lessons this year because I am having to be in lockstep with the other teacher and she only uses TPT.

I have been condescended to until I am condescended into submission.

Everything I have suggested has been ignored.

Even though most of what I have suggested is what the curriculum director has asked for.

Somehow I ended up with an extra free period. And instead of actually giving me time to do anything I was told I needed to "go learn how to be a teacher from her." What I saw was her giving High School level notes to barely literate 4th graders some of which did not even know English. No visuals, no photos, no videos, no music, no movement, just 45 minutes of copying notes.

This goes against every single professional development I have ever had in the last 8 years.

But she is candidate for a PhD and the best friend of the principal so nothing is done.

Add to this teaching the covid generation and I honestly think I would probably have better luck teaching felons in prison. I definitely would have felt safer.

Add to this Greg Abbott cracking down on what we can and cannot teach. As it is now they are telling us absolutely do not teach anything extra other than what we are telling you to teach. If it says Identify Martin Luther King's accomplishments then don't go into him being assassinated just talk about what he did. This constrains me even more but I am hoping that if I am alone and unobserved in my room with the door shut I can impart any extra knowledge I feel like I need to without being harassed.

However who knows how long that is going to last. I do know I have already been threatened with being thrown in jail if I teach something that has been pulled out of the curriculum.

So at some point I am going in for my final teaching evaluation of the year.

And I don't know what I'm going to do. If I were to share what my true feelings are I would probably be fired. But at the same time I don't know how much longer I can swallow my ego and let them run right over me for the sake of having a job.

If I wasn't so old and broke down I would tell them to all go f themselves and just leave. But I can't do that because there are very few jobs that I can do at this point in my life and living where I am I'm even more limited. But the Mousetrap thing.... that did not make me happy at all.

This year has it been even worse than covid and I didn't think anything could be worse than that.

And I got in trouble because my lesson plans did not match my co-teachers and I will admit I did miss one of the standards was which was the wrong number. But little nitpicky things like I had put all day long there was going to be a STAAR test next Tuesday and in each of the seven or eight blocks we have to fill out I simply put STAAR test because if we leave one of them blank we get in trouble. Well she only put STAAR test in four of her blanks and in the others she put N/A.

So I got in trouble because I did not put N/A in the same length she did. I really wanted to be extra and say if she misspelled a word am I going to have to go back and misspell the same word so that will match?

#teaching in texas #teaching rant #end of the year #american education system #social studies #intimidation #gloom #disrepect #despair #agony #life the universe and everything #teachers' lives don't matte4

[offscreen-gloomverse-probably]

In High School

Wallis: When you’re free come to my house so we can study.

Purple: Are you asking me out on a date?

Wallis: No, you’re failing math.

#gloomverse #incorrect gloomverse quotes #incorrect quotes #wallis gloom #purple #you may think that it would be the reverse #but that wallis would offer to study when he hates that? #that's love right there

[starduckys]

charcoal, lilac, sapphire, forest, lemon :)))

aakfdsjh thank you sm !! <33

#i need to be studied under a microscope istg #someone pls tell me why i'm like this #asks #conjectureand-gloom

[elijones94]

🦴 The adorable Pebbles Flintstone 🌸

#Pebbles Flintstone #The Flintstones #character study #baby #toddler #cute #Hanna Barbera #Warner Bros Animation #Cartoon Network #Boomerang from Cartoon Network #Jean Vander Pyl #Russi Taylor #cave kids #Carry On Nurse Fred #Ventriloquist Barney #Ann-Margrock Presents #Groom Gloom #Little Bamm-Bamm #Dino Disappears #Kleptomaniac Pebbles #Daddy's Little Beauty #Daddies Anonymous #Pebbles' Birthday Party #Bedrock Rodeo Round-Up #The Most Beautiful Baby in Bedrock #Iwao Takamoto