#this post is a stretch

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

#i mostly made this for me but i hope it can help other people too! #also thinking about maybe putting this on smth like gumroad so people can download a high quality pdf to print themselves #lmk if anyone would be interested in that 👀 #my art #artists on tumblr #stretches #edit: this post popped off okay‚ also a lot of people expressed interest so i made a gumroad! maybe ill put other stuff there thatd be cool

[kithj]

games (mostly text-based) about houses and places-- exploring them, haunting them, feeding them:

childhood homes (and why we hate them) - after a decade, you return home.

return - a text-based horror game about coming home.

singing from the far side of the hill - about a trans woman, homeless after a bad breakup, who rents a stranger's spare room. it's a decision she comes to regret.

anatomy - Explore a suburban house, collect cassette tapes, study the physiology of domestic architecture.

leave house - leave house

the open house - We at Northtree Real Estate (in partnership with Optix Dynamix Labs) are proud to present our new, state-of-the-art, open house simulator!  Come and take a quick tour of 15615 Hollow Oak Lane, a familiar and comfortable showcase home in one of our premier developments!

what girls do in the dark - This little game is based off one of the greatest fears they had as a teenage girl: showing up late to a stranger's slumber party.

unbecoming - a sonically-textured interactive horror fiction exploring cycles of trauma and unspeakable forces of nature in a mythic rural American landscape.

13 laurel road - an interactive fiction game about the relationships we have with places and reconciling with trauma. You play as a young man named Noah who has been tasked with picking up some things from his cousin’s old house.

domvs - a gothic mystery game in which you rely on your environment to uncover the truth.

flesh, blood, & concrete - you find yourself in a vast, empty apartment complex.

i am still here - a short, unconventional ghost story and vignette reflecting on the end of a long lockdown.

vacant - Film a ghost-hunting show.

#on a haunted house kick #some of these are like. a stretch i suppose #but all of them revolve around places or exploring them in some way #people seemed to like that last list i posted surprisingly lmfao #this is just from what i've personally played #it's kinda hard to search for a niche subgenre....i skimmed some of the haunted house tag on itchio #but as soon as you get into 'horror' over there you just get some real awful schlock #edit: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT GONE HOME..... #games

[guavi]

n-no, certainly not

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #crowley #long post #ive been staring at this for long enough that i dont know if i like this anymore #sorry for stretching out your dash #guavi draws #cw snakes

[notemaker]

In which Lucifer starts getting comfortable, forgets social boundaries, and Alastor kind of does so too. Nifty takes 1 interaction and makes it a whole plot.

#Tag yourself if youre Nifty #Lets not lie to ourselves #also ive been doing this ALL NIGHT #I couldnt just leave it. who knows if my future me would have finished it #I have to stretch my hand for...an hour. jesus #carpel tunnel here I go #my art #art post #WE STAN QUIRKY CRINGE 2013 NIFTY #She's decided she's going to be the wingman #Alastor has clowned himself #alastor #lucifer #appleradio #radioapple #doodles #comic strip #comic #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin fanart #hazbin alastor #nifty #NIFTY MY GIRL GOGOGOGO!! #nifty hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #imagine having to describe your whole personality as: radio; will die if I touch a remote control #lucifer morningstar

[thatmightyheart]

developed a sudden and urgent fancy for royhavocai

#and promptly feverishly filled three silly little canvases about it #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #jean havoc #royhavocai #jeanroyai #(??) #havoroyai #(??????) #havocai #royai #royhavoc #fma #fmab #long post // #incidentally i tried to have a look in their supposed tag(s) #let's just say.. i guess this one goes out to all of you [waving my hands like a dj to a sandy stretch of empty space] #i did leaf through the fma artbook i bought recently (really nice btw) and u know they're together a lot. arakawa likes them too. #my little designer brainpet is not completely unsupported. they're sooo standing next to each other and stuff

[frm9pm]

Sometimes I remember they lived through the 90’s which also means boybands

#Drarry #I’ll write out my headcanons behind this comic in another posts it’s many words LOL #I’m trying to find things that make me a little happy #which apparently was listening to *NSYNC which led to this idea #:( little silly doodles to try and not remember how bad things are rn lol #also sorry I just realized this post might be long and stretch the page x’))) ghgggghg I’m Socmed illiterate

[ghost-proofbaby]

a simple life (e.m.)

summary: you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you.

warnings: none except mentions of a dirty room and panties. also... a lot of nicknames. womp womp. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: just a little sweet something i wrote thinkin' about eddie while i took on the task of finally cleaning my depression room after a few months of putting it off. idk. this is boring. i'm sorry.

“Where did you even get this postcard?”

“Eddie.”

“Or what about this choker? Is that a bat? It’s a- oh my God, babe. Why don’t you ever wear this? This is hot.”

Originally, you had thought it was a good idea. Invite Eddie over, allow the body-doubling tactic to work its magic, and voila – you’d finally have the clean room you’d been talking about achieving for weeks now, within a few hours. 

“Baby,” you scold, trying to reach across the bed to snatch the necklace he’d found out of his hands. It proves to be difficult, a small pile of laundry you’d been folding hindering you. 

“Sweetheart,” he mimics right back, quick to hold the necklace out of your reach, as if you were anyone near from stealing it back from him. 

“I asked you to come over to help me, not distract me,” you sigh, crossing your arms and trying to look as pitiful as possible. When you’d first invited him over, you’d assured him that he needn’t lift a single finger. You didn’t want him here to help by aiding in throwing away any of the trash that had begun to litter your desk or taking any dirty plates to the kitchen. No, the intention had been him helping with his mere presence – quiet presence. He was supposed to be working on a new campaign for Hellfire, not being so damn nosey and going through the few items you’d tossed onto the bed from the floor, “I just recently bought that necklace, I haven’t had a chance to wear it.”

His eyes light up mischievously, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Why not wear it now, then? Perfect opportunity, yeah?” 

“I’m not fulfilling any slutty maid fantasies you have, Eddie.” 

“What if I say please?” 

You huff and decide to give up the fight about the necklace, returning back to the laundry before you. You were almost done. You were almost done after a full day of cleaning. If your adorably curious boyfriend would just stop picking at your belongings, you’d probably be able to finish within the hour. 

He stands from the small space on your bed he had made for himself, a nest of sorts that he had taken from simply curling up into for a ‘nap’ (which never happened’ to sitting up as he had just been as he clearly grew more bored with each passing moment. “Want some help with folding?” 

“You just want an excuse to get your grubby hands on my underwear,” you grumble, folding a shirt with slightly more vigor to emphasize your point.

You’re right, of course. The first article of clothing he grabs is a pair of lacy black panties. 

“Guilty,” he coos jokingly, but to your surprise, he actually folds the lingerie. Neatly, at that. With careful hands, he folds it even nicer than you would have in your haste, going as far as walking to your dresser and putting it away into the correct drawer. And then, he takes it a step further, and begins to put away the other clothing you’d already neatly wrapped up, suddenly depleting the mountain of laundry by half, “You know, I don’t mind helping you clean.”

“I already told you, you’re helping by bein-” you start to protest, hands grabbing at a random jean leg but not quite yanking it from the pile. 

He’s quick to interrupt you, taking that pair of jeans right from you, “I don’t want to just lay there while you do all the work, contrary to all the sources that say men enjoy that.”

His face isn’t quite as taunting as it had been moments before. Some of the joking has vanished, replaced by something more serious yet somehow softer. The jeans are slung over his arms, neatly halved twice before he sets them to the side and looks at you. 

Your shame is palpable, though. You’d just gotten over the embarrassment of having him over when your room would get this filthy. Disastrous in the worst of ways. Dirty clothes strewn everywhere, plates left for days on any surface you could find in your laziness, coke cans and random trash littering the floor. It was embarrassing. You know he had promised to love you through the good and the ugly, but this was far uglier than he could have ever imagined signing up for. 

It was bad enough to have him see it, let alone clean it. 

“It’s embarrassing,” you finally say quietly. His head tilts, so adorable it tugs at all your heart strings, and you take it as your queue to continue in a near whisper, “It’s gross - I’m gross.” 

“Sweetheart, have you even seen my room?” he scoffs. He’s quick to shove some of the clean clothes up into a pile just enough that he can take a seat at the corner of your bed, quickly reaching out to grab your hands and guide you between his spread legs, “Shit happens. Life gets stressful, work gets busy, sometimes we just don’t feel like cleaning up. Shit happens,” his thumb is sweeping soothingly over your knuckles, clearing the impending storm you hadn’t even been aware of. Maybe he hadn’t either – a naturally caring and comforting aura has always been his thing rather than yours, “Out of everyone in this world, I am the least qualified to judge you.” 

You don’t really understand it. How he can sit there, looking up at you so dreamily when the two of you are situated in the middle of your still unkempt room, your neck still chilled with a layer of sweat and your hair tumbling out of the bun you hadn’t properly secured. But he is. He’s looking at you not as if he doesn’t see the mess, both of the room and of yourself, but as if he does and simply doesn’t care. 

“Besides,” his lips are splitting with another grin, his hands squeezing your hands three times, “It’s kind of domestic. ‘M kind of into it.” 

“Me? Doing laundry?” you snort, blinking away any fears that had crept up. It’s hard to feel inadequate with his eyes on you, spilling so many sweet nothings like it’s just another casual Tuesday conversation and not the fuel to your beating heart, “Didn’t you just say you don’t want to just sit and-”

“Us,” he cuts you off in correction, “Us doing laundry.”

“You… like the thought of doing laundry with me?” you say slowly, carefully, unsure of the words as they fall from your lips. 

Doing laundry sounded like the least romantic thing the two of you could ever partake in. 

“I like the thought of doing laundry with you,” he repeats with a nod, “I like the thought of doing laundry with you, of doing dishes together after we just made the world's most mediocre dinner ever, of you complaining when I won’t get up so you can make the bed on the weekend,” he tugs you even closer. You have no choice but to let a knee fall to each side of his hips, straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around you and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to one of your collar bones, “Call me cheesy. I like the thought of a simple life, but only if it’s with you.” 

Something warms inside of you. The thought of a life of simplicity, of lazy mornings and boring afternoons, all brightened up by the boy in front of you. A boy who creates magical worlds with his words on a weekly basis, a boy obsessed with fantasy novels and all things adventurous, who wants his greatest life adventure to just be a mundane lifetime with you. 

You can imagine it would be anything but mundane with Eddie, but the tranquility still exists and blankets the two of you. 

You lift a hand, carding it through his scalp, careful not to let your fingers snag on his messy curls, “Does this mean you’ll do your taxes with me next week?” 

With a quick snort, he buries his face into your chest, shaking his head furiously, “Don’t push it, sweetheart.” 

You know he will, though. He’ll help you fold the laundry, he’ll help you wash the dishes, and he’ll certainly sit through the dreadful hours of doing taxes if they’re spent with you. 

A few beats of silence. His arms have wrapped just right so that his warm palm presses into your lower back, the other hand tracing a mindless circle over your shirt a few inches higher. Your breathing matches his, fingers rubbing a matching pattern into his scalp that has him humming periodically.

The laundry will get done eventually, but it can wait. For now, you just want to hold your boy, and let him hold you. 

“It’s a date,” he finally gives in, voice muffled, making you smile widely, “I’ll light candles and everything, sweetheart.”

eddie's taglist: @capricornrisingsstuff @thisisktrying @hideoutside @vol2eddie @corrcdedcoffin @ches-86 @alovesongtheywrote @its-not-rain @feralchaospixie @cheesypuffkins87 @thebook-hobbit @babez-a-licious @eddies-acousticguitar @aysheashea @kellsck @cosmorant @billyhvrgrove-main @micheledawn1975 @eddiesxangel @siriuslysmoking @witchwolflea @tlclick73 @magicalchocolatecheesecake @mizzfizz @nanaminswhore @mikiepeach @ali-r3n @hawkebuckley @alwaysbeenfamous @darkyuffie-blog @vintagehellfire @lilmisssiren @elvendria @loveryanax @stylexrepp @princessstolas @fangirling-4-ever @eddiesguitarskills @babez-a-licious @josephquinnsfreckles

#my writing #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #this is so boring lmao my bad #i do believe he'd be such a lil nuisance if i was trying to clean with him in the room #this was written in under an hour and definitely not edited my bad #just wanted to stretch my legs with our favorite metalhead idk #look at me #finally writing and posting again #ooooooooo #i want a simple life with him please

[punkitt-is-here]

Is it weird if I'm a cis guy but I want top surgery scars

It's natural to see the sexiest thing possible on a dude and feel desire

#my posts #asks #anon #fun fact i actually have stretch marks under my pecs i think? they really look like top surgery scars weirdly enough #which is funny cuz. im the exact opposite of a trans dude but it is a weird neat little thing

[feedqueenisabel]

Weigh in October 8th

308 morning

312.4 pounds mid day (off work)

Bed weight …

#hedonist #weighinday #fatty piggy #stretch marks #feedqueenisabel #fatty #please like and reblog #post+ spoiler #food #feedee belly #willjiggle4food

[gaybitcheddiediaz]

911 + text posts (more)

#I didn't notice until just now that there was a glitch when I switched to wide mode to stretch out longer posts that erased the op's url :/ #eddie diaz #bobby nash #chimney han #howard han #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #911edit #911 memes #911 abc #911 on abc #eddie #bobby #chimney #buck #memes #tpm #mine

[domwitch]

Thinking about boys who get sluttier when they're intoxicated. When you refuse their advances at first they whine "Awww, you're no funnnn 🥺🥺🥺" and spread their legs apart while leaning back on the couch, shifting his hips just enough that it draws attention to the bulge in his pants.

#my post #sorry if this is incomprehensible #im thinking about ways men can attract the attention of women #like rubbing his thighs w his hands #tracing his adams apple #sitting w his hips forward n legs spread #stretching w his hands above his head and his shirt lifts up and shows some tummy

[aropride]

(ID: an edited simple diagram of a brain with text over each section. text at the top reads "tumblrina brain". the brain stem is labelled "getting so scared," the temporal lobe is labelled ""im going to fucking kill myself,"" the frontal lobe is labelled ""i need to stop making suicide jokes"", the parietal lobe is labelled "bagel cream cheese," the occipital lobe is labelled "kittycat image", and the cerebellum is labelled "autism". the background is a faint trans pride flag and small text in the bottom left reads "this image is transgender!!!" end ID)

#text #i looked up neuroanatomy study sheets for this to make the thingd vaguely related to what the sections of the brain actually do #autism was definitely a stretch but i had to get it in somehow #also the image is transgender bc thats a new thing im doing to my posts so they stop going into t.rf circles hopefully #<- well im doing it when i remember #suicide joke #described

[moznohayanie]

デスクワークの合間に。頭の位置を正す「首リセットストレッチ」／限界ズボラゆるトレ大全（4）

結構自分でケアするのが難しい首。湿布一日貼れないしお風呂も浸かりづらいし、太い血管もあるし。こまめに労ろう！

#health care #stretching #my post

[velvetwyrme]

👀💦!!

I was talking about farmers market shenanigans in the future of Flipping Fate with @collegecomics18 a while back and well... I had to doodle some of the ideas we had. (Stretch brings Edge and the reader along with him, and everyone at the market SWOONS @ them both. Sorry Stretch...)

#ive missed out on the self ship month stuff for ufpap so far but i DID schedule this to post on the 20th :^) #super (farmers) market #totally fits the theme mmhm #my art #velwy.png #papyrus/reader #underfell papyrus #uf!papyrus #reader insert #Stretch has become a staple/permanent fixture of the market so nobody bats an eye at him #edge and the reader though... theyr the occasional guests who are Incredibly pretty so they get more Looks. #flippingfate #ff extras #KINDA #it is. set in the future of that fic.