#Nov 20

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Tihuana – Tropa De Elite

[mistfunk]

Mistigram: AdeptApril reminds us in #ANSIart that today is Name Your PC day. Back when Mist started and we were running MS-DOS and using Amigas and Atari STs, the only systems we encountered that had names were Unix ones we logged into remotely, but now for networking purposes all Windows, Linux and Mac machines must have names. So I guess today is more of a matter of 'dwell on your PC's mandatory name' day.

[somewhatsad]

Almost bday... yeeeee

[warmglowofsurvival]

“love my senior pic as @jordandun keychain #sohandsome”

[msbarrows]

Nov 19 - Played a bunch of Timberborn again today. Started crocheting a new scarf yesterday, using some rainbow dyed acrylic yarn. I'd got several rows in today before deciding I really didn't like how it was coming out; the yarn is a soft fluffy 'roving' yarn and the width varies a lot. A bit more than I like, actually, it sometimes gets quite thin which I wouldn't mind if it only did that briefly, but sometimes a couple feet of it will be very thin. Anyway, the unevenness meant that even within just a couple of inches the scarf's sides were already going very wonky rather than staying straight, since the stitches didn't occupy a consistent amount of space. So I frogged what I could of it (it eventually knotted and broke in a section of very thin yarn) and started over, doing an infinity scarf worked as a continuous row. Stayed up stupidly late getting it started off properly (all the way around to having stitches coming off both sides of the original chain).

Supper was chicken fingers, fries, and steamed mixed veg.

Nov 20 - Cleaned the toilet. Did more work on the rainbow scarf. Have blown through about half the first ball of yarn already (I have more, it was priced cheaply as a 3-pack). I am very happy with how it's turning out so far. This photo just does not capture how brightly saturated the colours actually are:

Crocheted like this the varied yarn width ends up causing a kind of ruffled uneveness to the scarf which I feel is more of a feature than a bug. I might have to purchase one of the other available colourways to make a second scarf out of, using a different stitch (I'm working this one using iris stitch).

Supper was dilly ground beef over egg noodles, with green peas.

[maridoodles]

yugioh spoilers

coping mechanism is thinking after dsod kaiba perfects dimensional travel so they’re just long distance bfs

[mikeywayarchive]

king_contraryman and shoot_thescreens: THANK YOU @mychemicalromance @gerardway @mikeyway @raytoro @frankieromustdie 🖤

[Nov 11, 2024]

[inkskinned]

for the longest time my family used to host one of the biggest haunted houses on my block: elaborate, themed amateur haunts that pearled out along our lawn for one-night-only. spinning circus wheel-of-terrors and walkthrough alien crash-landings and spiders that arched over our driveway, leaking venom onto your feet.

we didn't have a lot of money; and honestly i don't know how we afforded what we did have. there were not going to be pneumatics or projectors or any supply over 20 dollars - and even 20 was a stretch. we were lucky, and we lived in a town that had a "swap shed", where people would drop off any banged-up-but-usable items that they wanted to get rid of. the whole year, my family would pick over someone else's discarded fans and lights and weird decorations, asking each other - what do you think? for halloween?

we would strip the motors out of rusted fans and spraypaint vases and saw broom handles in half and apply a very thick coat of cardboard and duct tape to everything. for our pirate year, i made the mistake of individually drawing woodgrain onto each strip of cardboard that made up the ship. i then gently painted and distressed the "boards" so they'd each have lichen and cracks and unusual patterns. i hid eyes in the knots and shaped skulls. you couldn't see any of it in the dark, even under our "spotlight" (someone's target-branded workshop flashlight).

i have a lot of very strange skills as a result. i know how to make a flying ghost appear both physically and in the mirror. i know how to make a witch's brew that stirs itself. i know how to burn and cut and paint until there is an iron throne you can sit on, or an alien brushing your ankles, or a hearse trundling along. i can't say we ever made it beyond our local newspapers, but we tried so hard that the town would regularly shut down our street.

i can't put any of these skills on a resume, and i haven't been able to put them to use for a while. i live in an apartment, there's no lawn for me to decorate. for years i've wanted to do an alice in wonderland theme, and have been collecting ideas like coins in a fountain. at other houses, i am transfixed by 12 foot skeletons and paper mache spooky lanterns; easily wooed by the knowledge of how much time people put in.

someone asked me once - so what was the point? and why didn't you guys charge anything to show up?

in truth, we probably needed the money. for years there, we were a 1-meal-a-day kind of a family. i was being polite earlier up in this essay: we furnished both our house and our halloweens using things left a recycling center. we live in new england and still didn't turn on the heat until the end of november, no matter how low the temperature.

every year we would collect donations for unicef and other charities. on an average year, we would collect enough to pay for our food for weeks. every year, without fail: we donated every penny.

this endeavor took months to plan and design and execute. we had to organize any volunteers and check safety and hope-for-the-best. it took at least 24 hours to set up, a week to take down. the motors and fans and lights all had to be packed tight. the cardboard would scatter, pangea in the rain and sleet. i remember picking up a plank from that pirate ship, the paint blown clear off, all my hard work completely erased. a new kind of driftwood.

if this was a poem, and not a memory, i could wrap this up prettily. i could say that these skills landed me a cool job in the haunting industry or that it taught me the value of friendship and responsibility. but i actually think it's something better, something very pretty: there wasn't ever a moral to it.

the night was a long one. yes, there were assholes, people who broke stuff. but mostly it was just kids like us in cardboard costumes, dressed as an incredibly niche kind of truck. good parents who were friendly and laughing. teenagers who slunk in at late hours, wide-eyed and secretly delighted; who asked us can i help next year? like, do y'all take volunteers, or whatever? every year more people came, and told their friends, and offered to pay. and every year we said maybe next year and meant absolutely never.

we did it because it was enough to love something, and to make that love visible. we did it because there is very rarely an excuse to have fun. i think maybe especially, for me - we did it because every year, there was one first "customer" somewhere around 3-4PM, while we were still putting on the final touches. the sun would still be up, and we were frazzled and always-running-late, and these kids saw our vision unfinished in the bright light of day.

something about their parents murmuring say thank you and telling my mom this setup is so sweet while this little kid would grin up at us, dazzled by our artistic mediocrity. the fall air and the chill and their coat-over-a-panda-princess-costume. that first phrase of the night awkwardly managed over a pair of overly-large vampire teeth: a beautiful and excited trick or treat!

[brummelliana]

all beatles artists regardless of skill level should give them crooked yellow teeth with bits of food in there

Biblically accurate Br*tish

[kaiser1ns]

BURNING UP (FIRE) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ TAKIISHI CHIKA X FEM!READER .ᐟ live however you want, it's your life anyway. stop trying, it's okay to lose. throw your hands up, scream, burn it up, and set everything on fire.

GO TO THE EVENT MASTERLIST

You didn't expect things to blow up like this, literally, setting off more fireworks with Takiishi Chika now playing with the lighter, flicking it on and off, letting small bursts of flame rise and die out as he occasionally glanced your way. Something special, something only you two did to spend time together. Returning to his side, he slipped the lighter back into his pocket, and you both tilted your heads up to watch the night sky. The colors sparkled like stars, as if you were not on Earth, but somewhere in space. You snuggled into him, feeling his warmth as you closed your eyes and only heard the fizzing or hissing noise.

It’s okay to let yourself burn and stop trying to be perfect. Live however you want—it’s your life anyway. You felt how he put his arm around your waist, but you didn’t see how he looked at you. His eyes had the same luster as the little sparks of fire. Takiishi is very reserved and indifferent to the world, but that's okay. You and him are still young. Only humans, mere mortals so what? Burn it up and set everything on fire, even if that meant to cover his heart with never-ending flames.

“Happy birthday,” he murmured, his voice low and a little rough, like he wasn’t used to saying such things, but it meant so much to you and if your heart could explode like fireworks in the sky it sure would. “Y/N.” He said your name—your name. He had never said it until now, absolutely never, and for a moment everything stopped. Your senses, time, noise, as tears began streaming down your face and a big smile appeared. Looking up at him, surprised at the softness in his expression, something he rarely expresses. His golden eyes were locked on yours, but then going down to your lips.

“Chika…” you whispered, feeling your cheeks flush at the way he was watching you—steady, unguarded like you were something precious, and you were. You were so precious and bright in his world, shining on its own. He leaned in closer, and for a second, you thought he might kiss you.

He has lost it, like a crazy guy. Everything's a mess, but at least you are there. Then, with a soft sigh, his lips hovered just over yours. He seemed to pause, a little hesitant before closing the distance and putting his lips to yours in a kiss that felt so soft, the first kiss he initiated in your relationship. What happened to him so suddenly? First, he had surprised you with this birthday date, then how he’d said your name like a confession, and now… this.

The moment you pulled away, a pair of golden eyes remained focused only on you, and you couldn’t help but touch your lips, still feeling the trace of him there. His breath was uneven, matching yours, and neither of you spoke.

"I want to do it again," he murmured, his voice more demanding and quiet, but loud enough for your heart to hear. You laughed softly, the sound bubbling out before you could stop it. Wasn’t he the one who always kept his distance? But now, here he was, so close, so eager, and so undeniably different from the guarded Takiishi everyone knew. Maybe it was you who had changed him, or it was just the fire between you two. Either way, it didn’t matter.

"Spoiling me too much, huh?" you teased, even though you both knew the truth was the other way around. But before you could say more, you turned and ran away, as he was immediately chasing after you. But you weren't going to make it easy for him, not that you always did. Setting off another set of fireworks, the bright sparks illuminating the sky, a perfect distraction. The night was still young, and everything felt so alive, like the world was on fire, and you didn’t want it to stop. You want to burn, to live, to let everything be as wild and free just like the love between the two of you.

He wasn’t far behind. His arms wrapped around you just as you reached for another fuse, pulling you back against his chest, heartbeats merging into one. Takiishi leaned his head down to rest on yours, his breath slow and steady now. 

“Just let us enjoy the show some more, okay? I promise to give you as many kisses as you want." He hummed, his grip tightening just a little, but he didn’t need to say anything more. The fireworks crackled above, but this moment was yours alone. The world outside could burn, and you’d be just fine—because you liked to play with fire.

©2024 kaiser1ns nineteenth birthday party.

[safety-pin-punk]

Punk Tumblr Gift Swap (2024)

Hey there fellow punks! This here is a thing that I thought would be a fun thing for us to do as a community! Its a gift swap for December (no holiday celebrating required)!

This is a virtual round-robin swap, so you will not receive something from the same person you sent something to. The thing you send can be anything as long as you send it virtually through tumblr. A mood board, a collection of fics, fan art, etc. Be as creative as you can/want to be! Each participant will submit 5 'Loves' that you can use to help theme their gift!

More details below the cut.

Responses will be collected until November 20th.

Swap info will be sent out December 1st.

Swaps must be delivered by December 15th.

If you sign up, but can no longer participate in the swap, please contact me ASAP!

Please note: I will be keeping a list of those who sign up and are reported to have not completed their swap, and gave no notice of this. I will reach out to those people, and if they do not provide evidence of having delivered their swap by the deadline, they will receive a 'strike'. As the rule goes, three strikes and you are out!

I would like to do more events like this in the future, so please don't forget to give notice if you can't complete your swap! (But also, please try to complete it!!)

[newyorkthegoldenage]

This floodlit, 55-foot high version of the Statue of Liberty stood in Times Square, encouraging people to buy war bonds during the sixth war loan drive, November 20, 1944.

Photo: Associated Press

[warmglowofsurvival]

[qteachoice]

Lee Donghun PINATA Teaser

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

snow falling outside, keeping on the night light

cabin pressure challenge day 1, prompts: ice/light. rather silly to be presenting fanart of a character who was only introduced at the show’s eleventh hour for day 1 of this year’s listenalong, but today’s discussion question focuses on a favorite character, and my long-held inference that theresa must have been the one to raise her younger brother still compels me

[mistressemmedi]

This is how I found out Henry Kissinger is dead