#Pipeline: Queue

[cutiesigh]

「Demo WIP」 Can y'all watch my plant real quick? 🍈

[queerquaintrelle]

These spot the difference games are getting so difficult lately.

[niko-sasaki-dbd]

Honestly I thought I was being a bit cheesy with my song choices for my dbda playlists, but I finally listened to Jayden's playlist for Charles, and I was wrong. I didn't even know what cheesy was before listening to that playlist.

[wizardofvamp]

Between the split ribs of a death-starved G-man, Sascha Vykos flirts with a whim.

Wrote some Sascha for the VtM writing secret santa! Gonna add it to the writing blog proper eventually, but for now here's the Ao3 link. I'm really happy with how it turned out!

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

stimboard for : pipeline punch monster (objectkin) with skateboard tricks, fizzy liquids, can tabs, and pink/coral-colored stims

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[foldingfittedsheets]

It’s insane to me when people are like, “Don’t spam like! It’s rude!” Bitch. It’s a free trip down memory lane. It’s a fun little reminder of older stuff you did.

It’s an instant queue randomizer when you go to see the old post they liked and are like oh yeah! I should share this again cause it’s so great!

[therighthandofvengeance]

Sheridan: How do you manage to procrastinate… procrastinating?

Ivanova: It’s called being a “gifted child”, look it up.

[pochapal]

i have sicknesses and diseases again

[avayarising]

So here’s the thing. It’s 1996 or thereabouts, and I’m rising 20. I go to London for a meetup of folks from a set of interrelated Usenet newsgroups.

I end up staying the night at the home of a woman in her… I want to say forties? along with another woman from the meetup. They had been making cautious comments to each other about knowing ‘the odd Star Trek fan’ and then about being an ‘odd Star Trek fan’, which I later learnt was them basically feeling each other out to see if it was safe to mention Spirk.

So when we got to her house the host was very excited to show us all her Star Trek fan stuff, including various home-printed zines she had acquired at cons and the like, all stuffed full of Spirk fanfics. And here’s me, with a total of maybe about five or six half-episodes of any sort of Star Trek under my belt and completely new to the idea that it is even possible to create material based on other people’s creations.

And these two lovely patient ladies spent an evening explaining to me the basics of fandom and Kirk/Spock slash and showed me art and stories and fan video edits (on VHS tape).

And me, I had no investment in pairing Kirk and Spock (and in general I don’t seem to have whatever the shipping instinct is that so many people seem to have), so I allowed that the stories were well written and the pictures of naked people were very well drawn, but I was perhaps not as enthusiastic as they were hoping, and I still wonder (I am no longer in touch with anyone from those groups) if they thought I was homophobic.

Poll Tuesday

I feel like I’m exposing myself a little bit with this bc my introduction to fic is soo random I think, but whatever your answer please tell me the story! I wanna know haha

[pythonjobsupport]

What Steps Will You Take if Your Pipelines are Stuck in Queue or Progress Status | ADF Interview Q&A

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[welcometotheoddlands]

*sing song* this blog is aliiiive...with the posts of buull shiiiiit....

for a couple weeks anyway.

[acespeon]

I start my two-week job today! Wish me luck

[ivygorgon]

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

[mythvoiced]

" what is there between us if not a little annihilation? " kazuki

@astremourante | ✧˚ · . so much (for) stardust - fall out boy

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Hasn't Inoue Kazuki always been a pinnacle of calm?

Why else would his father care, hm?

Kazuki's strength lies in the stiffness of his arms and the frozen silence of his resolve. An avalanche is eerily silent until it gets close enough for it to be too late, wind howls only through crevices and right angles, and no death is as quiet as the one experienced all on your own, buried beneath the very earth, suffocating on the air you expel.

Calm and resolute, like the earth. Changing only in millennia, like the earth.

Ruthless and unforgiving, like the earth.

But whenever he's forced to face her, he becomes both the cave and the explorer. The earth is resolute and ancient, it is his job to stand somewhere and keep an eye for the movements surrounding his father, all for the pretense of his father not being perfectly aware himself of how he's been played and where the blades pointed at his back are being drawn from.

That was the idea. He's no guard, no heir, no student, no teacher, he doesn't hold his father's arm to help him stand or walk, he doesn't collect his belongings, he doesn't stand for him in meetings.

He's no more than a dog trained to be very quiet, very still.

Because dogs that bark don't bite.

And he never barks.

Then, comes her, and suddenly his father's pretense is no longer a pretense. She reeks of bad ideas, there's a glint in his eyes that threatens to blind him, suffocates him with the promise of escape from a crevice thousands of miles under the ground.

He sees the light in her eyes and knows it's not the surface, but a bubble of rock in the middle of a cavern, with no way through and no way back, where every breath he takes slowly kills him because there is nothing there to filter his own foolishness out of his surroundings.

There, she is, and his father's pretending fades into non-existence and Kazuki thinks he's above it, finally. Here comes an opportunity, something she's not allowed to know so long as his skin moves strange where it wraps around her scar on him, the opportunity to prove himself as more than a loyal lap dog.

But he's a cave explorer.

Gone spelunking too far.

No, there's not a 'little annihilation' between them. She's the rock pressing into his Floyd Collins, Neil Moss.

There's nothing left between them. If annihilation was all she brought, she'd be easier to deal with.

But she brings... too much more.

His fists flex at his sides. He doesn't know if he wants to strangle her or...

"You always look like you're having fun," he breathes out. Knowing English isn't even all that much a requirement around here. Does he often try to over-achieve?

To answer that question, answer this one: is he mad? Insane? Deranged?

A little lot worse than he intends to be?

Is she the only key to that?

"You never stop having fun. Do you."

[themindelectricdemo4]

CANDI IS BECOMING A COG

[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!