#I need to move them in a apartment

[icewindandboringhorror]

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

[theythemmer]

hear me out

(bonus sister philippa)

[dustbunsinspace]

Part of 🟢 Leo gets Overwhelmed au🟢

Aah, I’m so happy I made it in in time! 💙✨ Merry Christmas, tumblr nation! Here’s a little comic about 03 Usagi and Leo going so see the Rockefeller tree after the events of the Christmas Aliens episode.

Little post about events earlier that night

Also this is literally how maskless Leo looks to me, he’s so moomincore ;

[marzipanandminutiae]

me: okay I need to move out in September! let me find a suitable replacement for my room- it's my responsibility since it's my choice to leave, after all. and if I don't find someone I'm stuck paying two leases in September, because the realty company pressured us into signing a lease in April or they'd show the place and NONE of us could stay. so the pressure is on

candidate: hello! I'm nice, normal, and clean. I actually clean professionally. everyone gets along great with me on the call and we all like each other. I'm even willing to move forward with just a video call before visiting the place in person, despite living in the same city, but I'm clearly not a scammer!

my housemates in the debrief: she seemed really cool and nice! we are not bringing up any issues with her!

me: great! so shall we move forward with her? since we live in a city where housing moves Fast and she said she was talking to other people as well?

my housemates:

my housemates:

my housemates: we just want to talk to other people first :) :) :) we are not going to give any other reason and we will keep talking about how much we like that candidate but Not Reach Out to Confirm that We Want Her to Move In :) :) :)

[wildstar25]

WoLGraha Week 2025 - Day 3 - Gleaner AU

"Alright Raha, pay up." The sudden sound of a metal brick smacking against the desk nearly made the young scholar jump into the air. It took but a second for the decorative stripes of red and cyan to register in his mind. "You found one!" G'raha exclaimed, his eyes wide and his voice brimming with excitement. There was no doubt about it, underneath the gloved hand in front of him laid a genuine Allagan tomestone; a rare artifact of an age long past. More than once had they come up in his research, but despite the vast network of the Students of Baldesion getting his hands on any remnant of Allag for personal matters had proven to be difficult. Fortune however shined on G'raha when he overheard Studium goers whisper of a gleaner willing to procure "samples of non-typical varieties" for whoever asked. The Gleaner in Blue: That's how she was known among the locals.

It did not take long before his curiosities got the better of him. His requests began with a book; one reported to have been abandoned in the Dravanian Hinterlands along with the Colony. Then a copy of a scripture held in the libraries of Ishguard. After that, obtaining a written recording of a folktale from northern Thanalan. Whenever his thesis demanded another citation it was her services he then on sought to employ. No matter how unusual the request the blue coated Miqo'te always delivered. "I said I would, didn't I?" G'raha shifted his focus from the artifact to the source of the familiar, smug voice. A hand rested confidently at her hip as she straightened herself up, withdrawing her other palm from the tomestone. A bold smirk settled on her lips as she spoke, "Took a little digging- literally- but I've had harder jobs." The sight of her sent G'raha's heart a flutter just as it had the first time they met roughly a year prior. From her intrepid nature to her beauty, everything about her felt akin to the heroic literary figures he had once been fixated on in his youth. Perhaps that is why then the anticipation he felt of getting another chance to speak to her often outweighed that of procuring the item needed for his research. Perhaps that is why, knowing his thesis was coming to an end and that he would soon return to the Isle of Val, he began asking for less essential items. To lose himself in the details of her face- her brilliant garnet hued eyes, the crisp white stripes of her facial markings that frame them, the gradation of colour on her nose, the sharp fangs that peaked out from below her upper lip when she smiles, the intriguing scar that surely came with an equally thrilling story- even for just a short moment the temptation was too great. A weakness of his that his dear friend Krile refused to let him live down. And lose himself he did. The sudden realization that he had no sense of the time that had likely passed since the adventurous gleaner spoke snapped him back to reality. Swiftly he made motion for the tomestone, averting his gaze from her to examine the decorated ingot-like object in his hand. His tail swished around uncontrollably. "This is should be exactly what I need for the next chapter of my paper, thank you." G'raha couldn't fight back the grin that plastered his face. This relic really was an amazing find; he'd dare wager it would be a one in a million chance of success of actually receiving one when he had asked. As his thumb traced over the indents and faint groves carved into the stones G'raha could only think of how spectacular the woman beside him was. It was this admiration for her that made what he had to say next all the harder. "As for your payment... Ah, well, you see... My coffers aren't particularly full at this exact moment..." Each word a stone, dropped in his gut, weighing him down as he sunk further and further into a trench of embarrassment. The many hardships of living on a student allowance could not be overstated, but it was still not much of an excuse for his poor budgeting priorities. A sheepish chuckle left his throat involuntarily. Gods willing, she'd be able to see some humour in the situation.

"Again?" With a heavy sigh she hung her in disappointment. "I really aught to start asking students to pay upfront. You especially." She mumbled to herself. From her tone it was hard to say whether she was more so scolding herself than making a jab at the young scholar. The charms on her ribbon let out the faintest jingle as she shook her head, heaving out another sigh in the process. Not a moment passed before she returned to her usual peppy demeanour. She raised her eyebrows at G'raha, "Alright, alright. Another I.O.U then?" He agreed with a shameful nod, "Apologies." "...Hmph. Don't you worry about it. You sent me on a fun expedition; that's payment enough, for now. Should your coffers remain empty however, you might just see yourself forcefully conscripted into gleaner work with me." She replied with a wry smile. "To walk by your side would be but a wonder to me." is what he wished he could work up the nerve to say. His heart raced at the thought alone. An adventure outside of Sharalyan territory was a long held dream of his; but so long as the origins of his inheritance remained a mystery a dream it must remain. Finishing his thesis and earning his Archon marks were the first step to further insight. Though he might have allowed himself to (perhaps over) indulge in this current Achilles heel of his, he'd not let himself get wholly distracted from his goals. Despite his resolve, the image of him accompanying the gleaner in blue danced in mind. What joy it would be to wander the lands with her, to listen to her stories and learn from her experience, to settle by a campfire when the sun got low, to share a tent when the frigid night air became too much to handle. G'raha could feel the heat reaching his face. He turned and hunched back over his work, hopefully obscuring her view of him. "Thank you, Arsay, for your patience. I'll have the gil in a weeks time or so." He said as he fidgeted with his sleeve cuff. "So you always say." She rolled her eyes and turned with a wave. "Well then, off to find a paying contract. Best of luck with your work as always. Should you need anything more, you know where to find me."

[epicfirestormer]

Will never get over how Starscream and Skyfire's relationship is always doomed. There's never an iteration of them where they both stay on the same side at the end. They always end up being against each other, tearing each other apart (whether intentionally or not). They always end up losing each other, be it by a snowstorm, by the war, or by death itself. They never receive a happy ending together, one if not both of them is doomed to suffer.

Skyfire is doomed to be an Autobot, by forces out of his control. Starscream is doomed to be an Decepticon, by his own self destructive tendencies. They are both doomed, because of who they are. They always try to save the other, in their own way. But it never works. They are doomed to fail, whether they stay together or not.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

something bad did indeed happen to that man. spent abt 25 minutes trying to find a better picture of that one (1) offical piece with his eyes open that wasnt compressed or tiny

[bitchfitch]

I'm teaching myself how to make bobbin lace, rank my set up

(the safety pins on the bottom of the straws are for weight , the ones on the top are to stop it constantly unspooling, yes I did try cutting a slit in the straws it just kept shredding my thread)

[grimfolks]

I felt like Winchester was feeling too small for Daphne, loved the island vibes but it was a little too small, always running into the same people and with not that much to do on a friday night when she's not working so I moved her over to SimLau Isles.

[corseque]

I wanted to post this specific in-game version of Une vie à peindre as well because their duet plus the counterpoint melody and the guitar solo makes me feel so alive (spoilers in French lyrics)

[all-pacas]

fun fact:

chase and house don't have a single conversation (that isn't part of a larger differential or with others present) until episode five of s1. before that point, we've had:

house telling cameron why he hired her

house trying to figure out cameron's damage twice, most pointedly in maternity

house and foreman having lunch together

house making foreman coffee and several other blatant scenes

cameron and house having a weirdly charged exchange of christmas presents

house and cuddy bickering and bantering in every episode, with wilson even raising the prospect of Romantic Interest as a possible reason

house and wilson hanging out in house's office, spending time together, usual stuff

cameron and foreman talking about house and criminal records and chase

cameron and chase flirting/sexual harassing one another/etc.

cameron and wilson's relationship being established, with wilson attempting to mentor her (and calling her allison, which is still very weird).

house bonding with two patients (counting the one in episode five)

furthermore:

when house has reached out to cameron (episode 1 and 4), and foreman (episode 1 and 2 and 3), he has followed his usual pattern. he has noticed something he finds odd and he starts poking at it. why are you damaged? why do you think the way you do? he wants answers, he is interested in figuring this out, even if he ends up being rude.

in the conversation with chase, the first ever, house mocks him for being an obedient catholic boy who does what daddy tells him and doesn't ask a single question. he isn't interested in how chase ticks at all. he's not trying to poke around and figure him out, he's looking to see if chase has any idea what's up with the nun. it's a conversation with a greater purpose, not a talk with chase. it isn't actually until cursed, episode 13, that house takes a personal interest in chase at all, and incidentally, that's also when their second personal interaction takes place (aside from a brief joke about how bad chase's american accent is in poison).

now, we can say that on the one hand: house has known chase for a year now where foreman is brand new; house has more to learn about the latter than the former. this doesn't quite explain cameron (who will continue to have Moments with house leading up to the Crush Era, and has worked here six months). and at the same time, i wouldn't say house particularly dislikes chase (although house does make fun of him much more than anyone else on the team). but. you see what i'm saying, right.

so when people insist "chase is house's favorite!!! chase is house's son!!!" i'm just. come on. their relationship does change over time, and by mid-series it is fascinating. i adore their relationship. but pretending it was ever a priority of the show is. come on. in s1-3? house literally could not care less. chase is house's favorite? be serious

(i mean, i suppose you can't get much more "chase's father" coded than completely ignoring him and not at all caring about him, so i guess there's that.)

[white-hole-station]

OWV really had the exact right "crazy mf" to "voice of reason" ratio to get that project off the ground, huh.

You've got Slate, whose idea of a good date is an explosion - and who says that they (Slate) (The Explosions One) have no idea how Feldspar lived long enough to become an astronaut, based on their nonexistent sense of self preservation. And then you've got the aforementioned Feldspar, whose idea of a good time is flying straight into the eye of the Giant's Deep storm for breakfast, and Dark Bramble for lunch.

Those two are the roaring engine of the endeavor, but if Hornfels wasn't methodical enough to channel that energy with actual science, they'd be an uncontrolled blast instead of power with steering. Gossan is the safety rails to the objective, the one to handle "how can we do this and live to do it again" and "how can we do this repeatably enough that other people both can learn and want to". If Slate and Felds are the engine and Hornfels is the steering, Gossan is the fuel line, a measured and steady input to give the whole thing staying power and make sure it's built to last.

Without the wilder half to take the plunges, they never would have passed the point of prototyping with the scant resources and unanswered questions they had. Without the more grounded half, they would have leapt too far too fast and become a barely-spoken cautionary tale instead of an inspiration. The existence and success of this project is as precarious and beautiful as flight itself, and it is so interesting to me to think about how each of its components helped to lift it to where it is by the start of the game.

(I briefly forgot about Esker but I fixed it in the tags) (Esker Rights forever they deserve to be remembered for their role and also visited, somebody visit them please,)

[gotchibam]

Hey guys, I'd like to apologize for disappearing once again. I seem to end up self-sabotaging myself everytime I try to get back into the swing of things (attempting to do the backlog of comms + doodles, opening patreon). I've been feeling lethargic for some time now & tbh I can't help but remember my mom's situation back then before she got admitted to the hospital. I don't want to go through the same thing so I'm trying my best to pick myself up—even though it's hard. I lost my dad last 2016 then my mom this year & it's just... it's a big blow for me.

I'm sorry if I keep asking for help like this... but I've stretched our budget too thin now since I haven't been able to work on anything. If anyone would like to help, my ko-fi page is open. Any kind of help or support is very much appreciated! 🙏

I'd also like to apologize to those who subscribed to my patreon. I really thought I'd be able to just start right away & draw again like I used to after announcing it here but I thought wrong. I owe you guys a doodle + a drawing session. I can't promise to do them soon but I'll try my best!

Lastly, I've also been thinking of doing an art stream as a thanks for continuing to support me even though I haven't posted art for so long ;_; Nothing fancy, just a simple stream of me drawing on a canvas (I don't have the guts to show my face or talk I'm sorry... 🙈). Tbh it sounds overwhelming but I thought it might help me gain momentum for drawing again. Idek if I'll actually be able to do it, but it's something that's been on my mind for a while now.

I'm sorry again for all this... I'm still a mess atm & so I still keep struggling. But I'm also grateful bc many of you still choose to stay & support me despite the lack of activity. Really though, thank you, thank you so much for still being here ;_; 🙏🙏🙏

[anghraine]

jenndoesnotcare replied to this post:

Every time LDS kids come to my neighborhood I am so so nice to them. I hope they remember the blue haired lady who was kind, when people try to convince them the outside world is bad and scary. (Also they are always so young! I want to feed them cookies and give them Diana Wynne Jones books or something)

Thank you! Honestly, this sort of kindness can go a really long way, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time.

LDS children and missionaries (and the majority of the latter are barely of age) are often the people who interact the most with non-Mormons on a daily basis, and thus are kind of the "face" of the Church to non-Mormons a lot of the time. As a result, they're frequently the ones who actually experience the brunt of antagonism towards the Church, which only reinforces the distrust they've already been taught to feel towards the rest of the world.

It's not that the Church doesn't deserve this antagonism, but a lot of people seem to take this enormous pride in showing up Mormon teenagers who have spent most of their lives under intense social pressure, instruction, expectation, and close observation from both their peers and from older authorities in the Church (it largely operates on seniority, so young unmarried people in particular tend to have very little power within its hierarchies). Being "owned" for clout by non-Mormons doesn't prove anything to most of them except that their leaders and parents are right and they can't trust people outside the Church.

The fact that the Church usually does provide a tightly-knit community, a distinct and familiar culture, and a well-developed infrastructure for supporting its members' needs as long as they do [xyz] means that there can be very concrete benefits to staying in the Church, staying closeted, whatever. So if, additionally, a Mormon kid has every reason to think that nobody outside the Church is going to extend compassion or kindness towards them, that the rest of the world really is as hostile and dangerous as they've been told, the stakes for leaving are all the higher, despite the costs of staying.

So people from "outside" who disrupt this narrative of a hostile, threatening world that cannot conceivably understand their experiences or perspectives can be really important. It's important for them to know that there are communities and reliable support systems outside the Church, that leaving the Church does not have to mean being a pariah in every context, that there are concrete resources outside the Church, that compassion and decency in ordinary day-to-day life is not the province of any particular religion or sect and can be found anywhere. This kind of information can be really important evidence for people to have when they are deciding how much they're willing to risk losing.

So yeah, all of this is to say that you're doing a good thing that may well provide a lifeline for very vulnerable people, even if you don't personally see results at the time.

[torchickentacos]

I would looooooove if you could just do a hard reset on your coping mechanisms. can we clear the cache or something. half of these are not helpful anymore and they are actively annoying to me

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

.

.

.

" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.