#Repair Mode

[artseuki]

Heard it was a special little guy's anniversary today (10 min ago) so what better way to celebrate than to show off my most recent project haha

Behold! The Master Crown! Probably Not as cursed as the Real Thing, will Definitely not possess you and steal your free will or anything like that 🤗🤗🤗prommies🤗

[farsight-the-char]

Warhammer OC idea:

Human perpetual living in the Tau Empire, supports the Greater Good, has no "game changing" info to give the Ethereal Caste because he has lived a very boring life, having gotten very good at avoiding major historical events since the mid 2000s.

Gives what advisement and historical references he has to the local Ethereals, and his advice is valued, but also prefers the simply life on a Sept World, working primarily as bartender.

I name him Jacob Donalds. Awakened to his Perpetual nature in the 1920s.

Friends with Detective Lightray (a Water Caste Detective who was experimented on by the Death Watch, somehow gained an unnantral longevity and healing as a result).

[andromeda-64]

Fuckers took my radio tower.

Can't have shit in Switzerland.

[akkivee]

I MADE THE MTR CURRY FOR SENSEIS BDAY!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKURAI!!!!!!!!🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶

[terracomets]

pamapapamamapmaamakamamamam *froths at motuh*

ended up doing some fun design liberties with big wires. i dont think ive ever drawn pama before but ive always thought how much of a hater they were was very funny

[friedfriedchicken]

TFRarePairingFest 2024

October 20th = Celebration

Ft. Cosmos/Nemesis (the warship)

Tender

noun

a person who tends; a person who attends to or takes charge of someone or something.

an auxiliary ship employed to attend one or more other ships, as for supplying provisions.

a dinghy carried or towed by a yacht.

Edit: Alternate textless image under the cut because I forgot to save a separate layer

[asleepyyeti]

unnervingly domestic

simon cares about his stuff, sure, but he doesn't have the disposition to care too much about mending his civvie clothes. helpful, then, that you've such an interest in mending and repair... (three little peeks at mending things throughout your relationship)

platonic!simon 'ghost' riley + reader

[masterlist]

“Hey, Simon?”

He meets your question with a grunt.

“Why’s your jacket in the bin?”

“Ripped the arm,” he says, gesturing vaguely at his bicep.

“Oh, that’s a shame! I thought it was your favourite?”

Simon shrugs.

“I could try and repair it?”

Thankfully, it was still at the top of the bin, so you manage to pull it out without your hands getting mucky. You inspect the rip, and it’s a nasty one–long, all frayed edges–but ever since you’d moved in, you’d seen how he treasured it. It would be a shame for him to have to throw it out. “It won’t be as good as new, but I could do a little visible mending?”

“Do what you like,” he says, taking himself and his mug and retreating into his room. You’re still getting used to simon, but you’re learning not to take his blunt manner of speech as necessarily dismissive. He really does mean that it’s up to you.

You’d wager that he might even be interested in the outcome.

-

When he returns from base one night, Simon finds his jacket folded up neatly on his spot on the sofa. He inspects the hole on the forearm, pokes at your repair. You’d sewn a patch of grey camo fabric into the hole and finished up the frayed edges with some machine stitching. When he fusses at it, he finds it sturdy–you’d done a good job. The mending stands out a little, sure, but when he slides his jacket on and looks down at it, he finds he likes it.

“Simon…” you groan. You’re hanging off the side of the sofa, staring intently at him as he moves around the kitchen.

“What did I do now,” he asks, deadpan, though his attention doesn’t shift from the fruit basket.

“Nothing, it’s just–your trousers…”

He looks down, scrutinises the denim, tries to see what’s bothering you.

“‘s a matter with ‘em?”

You sigh. “The holes…” You point at the seam on the outside of his leg, where the stitching had come apart slightly. “And your knees are almost worn through..”

“‘adn’t noticed.” 

“If you like ‘em enough, it might be worth getting ahead on repairs. Would you want ‘em reinforced?”

“You offerin’?”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Yes, Simon. I can strengthen the knees a bit, should be almost invisible, and the holes look easy enough to fix, too.”

He hesitates a little, rolling an apple around in one hand and then chucking it to the other. “You don’t mind?”

“Wouldn’t offer if I did. I’m running out of mending projects, and I’ve been looking for a bit of a challenge–denim’s not a material I work with that often. Not that I can’t!” you assure him, “it’s just so hard wearing I don’t often need to, y’know?”

He nods, looking off into the middle distance. “I’ll wash ‘em and–where should I leave ‘em for ya?”

“Yes! Uh, just—anywhere on the kitchen table will be fine.” You look him up and down again, and smile, slow and knowing. “But don’t let me keep you, say hi to... John?”

“Kyle,” he corrects.

“I’ll guess right one of these days…”

“Sure you will.” He pats you consolingly on the head, and bites into his apple.

“‘spose these are a bit far gone for repairs,” Simon asks, holding a pair of nearly destroyed slippers out to you.

“What the fuck happened to these?!”

“Luna got ‘em,” he says with a sigh. “Thought we were playing tug-o-war when I tried to get ‘em back.”

“Well… might not even be all the holes that make this one a challenge, more the shape and construction and… drool.”

“They’re grim,” he agrees.

“Proper grim, but… put ‘em in the washing machine, I’ll see what I can do.”

-

Simon’s surprised when spies the box in his spot at the table–he really hadn’t expected you to even attempt to try and fix the slippers he’d left you with before deployment. He’d only even brought them to you because you were always looking for a challenge, and anyway, it didn’t seem that he could throw anything away without you realising. He opens it and has to abort his chuckle before it wakes you.

The ones he’d left you must have been too far gone, because instead, the box is full of grey fluff–and when he picks up a handful of it, he finds a garishly large monster foot, claws and all. A pair of utterly impractical slippers, and a little note scribbled on the inside of the shoebox--

“Not for Luna consumption!!”

[painted-bees]

every time I read about Raf's distorted perception of people I feel so sad for him and for anyone like him. I thought at least maybe there'd be medications for paranoid disorder but no??? There isn't? People actually just live feeling like everyone wants to harm them. That's such an upsetting way to live.

It's a personality disorder that's really difficult to treat effectively because it's kind of a disorder of "personal outlook" that develops as a defense against the kinds of environments that the person was raised in (alongside genetic factors)--and uses real lived experiences (not delusions) as its scaffolding. You can treat the accompanying anxiety or mood issues with medications, but not the prevailing suspicious outlook itself. Even just getting someone to believe that they have a [paranoid] personality disorder (and that you're not lying/gaslighting/manipulating them) is often a fruitless and mishandled effort. Therapy is commonly not afforded the amount of time/commitment/seriousness that it requires to be effective--and it's really...the only viable way to treat this one.

Consistently defensive behaviors preceeded by the worst-faith reading of anything you do or say is pretty hallmark for paranoid personality disorder, exactly because folks plagued by this disorder live with the understanding that people will always try to devalue, undermine, exploit, or harm them for personal gain in any situation where they feel they can get away with it.

Being constantly on guard and emotionally armed to defend yourself...isolating, exhausting, harmful to everyone involved.

Patience and understanding when met with these behaviours are two things worth exercising if you can afford them.

[thewisdomofcrows]

Farming:

Things breaking, breaking down, blowing down, blowing away, blowing up, versus what you can fix at a ratio of 3 : 1

[ereh-emanresu-tresni]

They don't warn you remotely enough how much getting better often feels like getting catastrophically worse

[o0fyuu0o]

I wanna draw but my computer won't work :D

[streets-in-paradise]

Writing Achilles with an explicitly average girl as the request indicated makes me feel like in this oddly specific simpsons moment:

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Thank you for all the nice Asks. Unfortunately my PC has stopped working and has to go to the PC hospital, so I will have to wait until it is all fixed before I can do much on Tumblr (I have my phone, but sausage fingers and tiny touch screen are a bad combination). I am glad people liked my silly valentines Ask List.

[brellafaun]

t shirt that says "i got my top surgery in the umbrella academy infirmary"

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

in other news idk how the fuck to sew plushies on my sewing machine!!!!!!!! its too fast :( i want to mass produce lil seagull plushie keychains for my shop but i think ill have to hand sew them.........which would be fine, i love to hand-sew its really fun and calming BUT! it takes about 2 hours total for a single plushie which sucks and will make the plushies more expensive (if im pricing myself at $15 an hour for labor, a low wage for hand making something, then the final product will be more than $30 bucks.....which is a little pricy for something small)