#I WOULD GO

[furret-yumeposting]

I need to start actually posting my imagines/yume pov insert things here soooo imagine this:

Imagine you’re with Avery, walking along the rain soaked streets of Wyndon. It was a gloomy day and like always, the sky was a cloudy grey. The two of you walked the streets hand in hand, passing by expensive boutiques and the odd pub. Despite the city being Galar’s hub for… well, everything really, nothing caught your eye. No luxury leather loafers in a shop window, no exquisitely adorned emerald necklaces behind glass. Nothing seemed to interest you.

Until you saw something that made your eyes light up like a child on Christmas. A Build a Bewear Workshop! Tugging on Avery’s hand, the both of you walked into the brightly colored store.

Avery rolled his eyes. It’s a children’s store filled with plushies. And not just that, but clothes for the plushies, shoes for the plushies, gift bags, sweet scents, music boxes. It was absolutely ridiculous! Avery was an elegant adult, and as an elegant adult he did not concern himself with children’s playthings. Weren’t you a little too old for this sort of thing? He scoffed. You weren’t actually going to buy one, were you…?

Whatever judgement Avery was bestowing upon you, you were blind to it. You were too busy looking at the selection of plush pokemon, wondering which one you’d choose. A Pancham with sunglasses and sneakers, a Bonsly that wore a hard hat, a Fidough that smelled like cookie dough. They were all so cute, how could you possibly choose?

You walked around the store, looking for the plushie that spoke to your inner child. And then you found it. Just past the giant Bewear statue in the back left corner of the store, you saw it. A Mime Jr!

Like a proud hunter, you walked over to where Avery was standing, holding what looked to be the velvety skin of a very unfortunate Mime Jr. The plushie hadn’t been stuffed yet. Avery bit his tongue. He couldn’t believe the things he was putting up with for you.

Avery watched you walk up to the chipper looking worker, holding the plushie skin in hand. You handed off Mime Jr to the worker and Avery watched as the machine slowly brought the plushie to life by way of stuffing.

A few minutes later, you returned with an eager little smile on your face, holding your new stuffed friend. Avery looked into the plush Mime Jr’s beady little eyes and… admittedly cute clown nose. Pink and soft and… sweet smelling? You held the plushie up to Avery’s face for him to take a closer sniff. Cotton candy scented. All it needed now was a finishing touch. You walked over to the accessories section —of course there was an accessories section— and chose a miniature pair of round, silver framed glasses for the Mime Jr to wear. You put the glasses on the plush and held it right next to Avery’s face, snickering to yourself. The resemblance was uncanny!

Avery grumbled something about not being a clown and how his powers were still plenty potent. Secretly, he was flattered that you liked him enough to get a plushie to look like him. As silly as it was, it made you happy and besides it was elegant enough in its own strange, stuffed way. He wasn’t going to tell you that of course. No, he was going to do the gentlemanly thing and pay for the damn thing. Just to get you out of the store as quickly as possible. Not because he actually liked seeing you happy. Not at all.

You walked out of the store with emptier pockets but a fuller heart <3

[thedeafprophet]

I was thinking of designing afternoon tea tier snacks for my ocs [ie. strawberry jam with the scones for Jamie, lavendar and early Grey cakes for Josie] which lead to me thinking what this would be for npcs and then

....do you think they host afternoon tea at the royal beth???

[homestuckredo]

Lots and LOTS have happened in the few days I haven't updated. But Hussie FINALLY took a day off so I have the chance to review in peace!!

First off we have new rules for the captchalogue system, including a size limit to digify items AND the potential to increase the upper limit (hasn't happened yet, but the office card speaks volumes). John has also opened the massive tomb "Colonel Sassacre's Daunting Text of Magical Frivolity and Practical Japery"

and NOTHING useful for actually pranking someone of course (honestly disappointed there are no practical tips in this page). The picture in the middle looks a dead ringer for Mark Twain tho... idk if it is supposed to be Sassacre or just a collage of 1900's looking clownery and Twain's pic is public domain. I guess we'll see.... We also have a brandy new room to explore, complete with last years Dark Knight Joker on the piano. AND WE HAVE SOUND. OMG WE HAVE SOUND!! I think i've played the piano refrain a dozen times its so beautiful!! I'm starting to get the hang of Hussie's emotional whiplash between 4chan humor, niche commercials, and haunting, beautiful and poetic moments. Moments filled with niche media literacy, that he then lies about the source of. I have to look up so many quotes just to be sure who said it guys. So much homework!!! (>.<)

But is does lead into the best part of the updates. WE MADE IT OUTSIDE.

Not only that BUT we have a beautiful animated title page, complete with neverending wind-chimes and a haunting monologue of emptiness and the feeling of missing something unknown.

"The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed, or say, a plundered mailbox. A familiar note is produced. It's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune. It is your thirteenth birthday, and as with all twelve preceding it, something feels missing from your life. The game presently eluding you is only the latest sleight of hand in the repertoire of an unseen riddler, one to engender a sense not of mirth, but of lack. His coarse schemes are those less of a prankster than a common pickpocket. His riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon's faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well. It is the most diabolical riddle of all. "Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire." -Walt Whitman Yes, you are certain Walt Whitman said that. One hundred percent positive. You have a feeling it's going to be a long day."

Francois de La Rochefoucauld said that... not Walt Whitman. I am starting to think John reads a LOT of classic literature and is not a great narrator. I am not an English Major OR Literature Major tho, so this means little to me in the grand scheme of plots and subtext. Moving on.

we have two packages found at last and a visible SBURB disc.... trapped with father who may or may not be baking yet ANOTHER cake. more small mysteries and conflict to hold onto XD Finally, as we go back inside... the cake did not hold as adhesive and our harlequin doll is now missing an arm. Tragedy. Throw it in the fire. PLEASE. Since this has been a lot of updates together I am afraid I have missed things and underplayed just how much were in the last 20 pages... so if you notice anything else let me know!! I wanna see it all!.

[snuggledupblanketdragon]

to get up and use the restroom or to stay in my room and risk organ failure

that is the question

[queerstudiesnatural]

greta thunberg, liam cunningham, rima hassan, and everyone else on that ship, thank you, and i hope you succeed. i really hope you succeed. you know what you are risking, and i wish for you to come back safely, having done what you set out to do.

[noitavlas]

He made it 🥺

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[chameleonsallinvermillion]

Dear Diary,

Today I have acquired a new blorbo. It is, of course, a wretched little man with a somewhat twisted sense of honour. I put him in my blorbo basket and carried him home. Tomorrow I shall display him on the mantel when my friend comes for tea.

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[ladybugboots]

distant past

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[overcaffeinated-aro]

ok not to be that guy but like. labor rights and working class rights can coexist with 24h services and late amenities. its certainly hard to do so without worker exploitation in this political and social environment, it’s not a conflict likely to resolve overnight. but 24h services are important and especially valuable to those of us that are disabled or are on a different circadian rhythm. in fact more professional, health, and government services should be available or at least possible to work on asynchronously (if applicable) during late or odd hours, while workers also get sufficient pay for their labor and proper consistent scheduling. this would be much easier on the workers with night schedules if the entire professional world didn’t grind to a halt at 5pmEST

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[stealingpotatoes]

btw watching movies you loved when you were younger will fix literally anything wrong with you

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He should be at the Adventurer's Guild.