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inkskinned · 2 years ago

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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

#spilled ink #warm up #“why did u tag it warm up” bc i wrote it off the cuff while drinkin coffee lol #btw the 30 dollar buy in for the dog walking is bc they pay the organizer a small pittance so she can #run fb ads and stuff and like she does put in a lot of work i don't mind paying her #but that's exactly what im fucking talking about like.#ppl can't afford to volunteer their time anymore and we all understand it!!! everything costs money for everyone!#like we didn't have to use to say ''do you mind paying me back for the stuff we ate''#we used to be able to afford to feed our friends once in a while!!!

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sunnydigitaldesign · 11 months ago

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Mobile Birthday Invitations

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officially-taurus · 1 year ago

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WAIT- WE MADE IT TO 100 FOLLOWERS??? WOAH!!!

i genuinely did not expect this blog to get so many followers since it's a silly gimmick blog but 100 followers? genuinely surprising-

THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS- i had so much fun with this blog and made a ton of new friends!! i'd like to thank all of you since you all are the reason i had so much fun! thank you!!!

again, i didn't expect to make it so far but i guess peopl are interested in gimmickverse shenanigans? idk but thank you!!

#ooc post #THANK YOU ALL!!!#everyone is invited to my virtual alien themed party

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dcxdpdabbles · 2 months ago

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DCxDP Fanfic Idea: Not My Business

Danny Fenton develops a unique set of skills throughout his life. He knew how to disarm a bomb when he was seven, thanks to his Dad making minebombs in the front yard as a ghost defense. (They only covered humans in ecto-goo, but it was the same concept of not wanting to have it explode on him)

He knew how to fight with a bo-staff only because he had to fight off the meals his parents brought back to life with a broom. He knew how to balance a checkbook, file tax forms, and properly build credit by the time he was ten, thanks to the years his parents ran a business at the kitchen table.

His sister taught him how to charm rude customers with a smile, how to lie without flinching, and how to complete all his assignments on time, despite having only a few hours to do so. She spent a lot of time volunteering, often dragging him along, which allowed Danny to build up his resume with both soft and hard skills he likely would never have thought there was a name for.

Problem-solving, teamwork, communication, time management, adaptability, data analysis, cybersecurity, data entry, and copywriting were the skills that Jazz focused on the most. She all but beat them into his head.

Along with cooking, sewing, basic plumbing, basic mechanics, and budgeting. Jazz was the one who looked for practical abilities.

That left time for his mom and dad to teach him things like forging, combat training, reprogramming everyday objects into weaponry, defending his position before a board for grant money, turning everyday household liquids into knock-out gas, and how to talk his way out of traffic tickets.

Not to mention everything he learn as Phantom.

Danny knew how to verify jewels and gold due to the years spent in the ghost zone fighting off pirates and treasure hunters. Phantom's reputation made him a target for many ghosts who wanted to add his rarity to their collections.

How to command a room, then a town, and finally an army. Diplomatic missions increased in number as he began meeting with the leaders of various sectors within the Ghost Zones.

Really, Danny didn't make a whole lot of sense, if anyone bothered to ask him how he came to this set of skills. The thing was, unlike the rest of his family, Danny was far too reserved to show them off. He edged the line of shyness from a young age, which sometimes bled into reclusive tendencies.

He didn't get anxious from social interactions; he just didn't feel like seeking them out. Sam and Tucker felt a similar way, as they were always willing to talk to a stranger, but they tried to branch out of their safe little bubble to make friends rather than acquaintances. Then the summer between sophomore and junior year happened.

Sam, Danny, and Tucker left tenth grade as plain losers only to arrive in junior with a splash.

The trio noticed that people were staring at them more intensely than they had been before. That they were used to, what they weren't used to was that the stares were not mocking or dismissive.

It was odd, but it didn't click on why that was until winter break, and more specifically, Star's Holiday party.

Ever since the fourth grade, Star hosted the biggest party of their generation. Her parents owned the local fun center, which featured indoor kart racing, laser tag, arcade games, paintball, and virtual reality pods. Everyone tripped over themselves to be given an invitation as she offered a full day and night of free entertainment at the center.

It always ended with wild stories of teenage fun that Danny always wanted to see in person, rather than hearing about in the hallways the next day. Not that everyone in their grade went. The invitation list was super selective (Star's parents did lose a lot of profit for letting their daughter do that)

You either received an invitation from the party girl herself, or you were asked to be a plus one, which was just as much of an honor as it was a symbol of social status among the teenage population of Amity Park.

The trio was never invited, which is why they were already making their way to the student parking lot when Star stood in the courtyard, holding up the scarred envelopes. Inside them was the bracelet that one had to scan at the door of her center to let people in. It was how her father ensured only the agreed-upon guests stayed at that number.

In the middle of making plans for hot chocolate at Sam's favorite poetry slam cafe, Star had run at Tucker's car, practically falling over to knock on his window. Danny had never been so confused in his life as his friend rolled down his window to arch a brow at the girl.

She stuttered her way through a pathetic request for fashion advice that Tucker easily answered in two sentences. Sam snickered as Star seemed unsure what to do with Tucker's lack of interest in her or her popularity.

Ever since Tucker started focusing more on his self-confidence and joined the fashion community, he hadn't been so girl-crazy nor as desperate to get one's attention.

Just as Danny reminded Tucker that other cars were waiting for them to clear the road, Star had pushed three envelopes into the driver's hand and run off with a red face.

Tucker stared at the envelopes in his hands with a wild look that both Sam and Danny shared. They slowly kicked their brains back into gear when an angry honk from the car behind them sounded, and they ended up silently driving the cafe, still in a daze.

Jazz laughed herself silly when they rang her up to ask if she thought it was a trick (Sam was sure they were going to be Carrie-ed), a mistake (Danny insisted Star had gone to the wrong car, but due to the tinting, didn't realize until it was too late). Or a genuine invitation (Tcuker had always been the most optimistic of the three).

"Haven't you three ever wondered why Spectra used emotion-based ectoplasm for her appearance?" She giggled, "It makes people hot. And you guys literally spend all summer in the Ghost Zone during your internships, feeling human emotions while being exposed to natural ectoplasm. You three came back looking good."

That was a shock.

The summer apprenticeships had been a compromise between Sam and her parents. They were growing tired of her not growing out of her "phase" and were threatening to send her to a military camp to straighten her out.

Thankfully, Jazz had stepped in, brilliantly changing their minds into allowing the college student to match Sam up with a well-known friend as a mentor. She even threw Danny and Tucker into her "program" to further show that it was just what Sam needed to stop her from being a troubled teen.

Since only Maddie and Jack knew about Phantom, it took some effort among all of them to create fake websites and legitimate-looking summer programs before Sam, Tucker, and Danny arrived in the Ghost Zone in different vehicles to spend their summers. It helped that Ghostwriter owed them a favor, and he brought the programs to life.

Danny was learning medical practices of various species with Frostbite. Sam was with Princess Dorathea, learning how to govern and manage a large estate. Tucker had taken Wulf up on his offer to join him through the Ghost Zone's wildness, allowing Tucker to experience life off-screen and learn more about animals.

Jazz had said she placed them out of their comfort zones, but with trusted ghosts that could help them build well-rounded characters. At first, it wasn't for them, but the trio found themselves falling in love with their activities.

By the time they came back, they had many stories and exceptional skills to share with their parents. Sam's parents weren't happy she was still a goth, but they did appreciate her newfound determination to connect with them and her interest in running companies like the family business.

Tucker's parents were amazed by the muscles he gained and how he started to limit his screen time. He still loves his tech, but now he was branching out into fashion, helping out around the house, and appreciating animals and nature like never before.

Maddie and Jack watched as Danny grew more empathic while becoming more sure of what to do in stressful situations. Confidence that their son desperately needed had been gifted to him over the summer. He no longer lowered his eyes or slouched, even if his awkwardness lingered a bit.

That apparently made them hot? Yes, it did.

At Star's party, even though the three kept to themselves, laughing and hanging out as normal, people were constantly attempting to talk to them or simply flushing whenever they made eye contact. Danny, Sam, and Tucker all agreed that they no longer wanted to be popular.

They stay firmly behind unbreakable walls even as the party skyrocketed them to the same level of popularity as the A-listers (they refused to join the club). The three were more excited to return to their summer internships the following summer.

By the time graduation rolled around, Danny, Sam, and Tucker had been voted the most attractive and the most likely to succeed. They were a new type of untouchable royalty walking the halls of Casper High.

It came as no surprise that their resumes and internships got them offers from various colleges, not to mention their looks. Jazz, by that point, was still working on her degree at Gotham U, so the three chose to go there.

Danny was studying to become a doctor, Sam was in business, and Tucker chose computer sciences. They had moved into a house that Sam's parents bought for them, allowing Jazz to move out of the dorms into the spare room. Things were going great for a while, living in the big city and being adults on their own for the first time.

Then Danny applied for an internship at Martha Wayne Memorial Hospital in the administrative area- Sam convinced him it would be a good way to get a foot in the door when he applied to medical school. He needed someone to write him rec letters.- And one night, when he was working late on data entry, he happened to see Batman's maskless fall out of a portal produced by a trenchcoat man.

The trenchcoat man carried Batman to the abandoned operating room that had been left behind when they remodeled the place and converted it into offices, followed by the rest of the Bats. Their faces were covered entirely, but it did not hide their worry as they rushed to catch up with the pair.

A woman wearing scrubs pushed through the portal and the group of masked heroes, barking out orders to prepare the room.

There was a magic spell wrapped around the group that typically would have made them invisible, and erase their importance in the mind of whoever looked at them, as if they were from a forgotten dream. Still, Danny's ecto contamination made him immune to the spell, so he witnessed the whole thing.

Huh. Bruce Wayne was Batman. Neat.

Danny figured it wasn't his business and turned back to his two monitors to finish the Excel spreadsheet he was working on. He later left after saving his work, ignoring the fact that he now knew why the operating room had been left untouched, despite having all that technology on standby.

He would get home, mention it over a plate of reheated pizza, while Tucker would be working on an essay due at midnight. His best friend would shrug, claiming his own ectoplasim had made him immune to Poison Ivy's plants- they were shockingly similar to some of the plants Wulf and he encountered in the Ghost Zone- and had seen Red Robin's face after the man had been sprayed in the face and some of the powder lingered on his mask.

Apparently, Tucker's midnight essay writing had given him a familiar, dazed college look of exhaustion. Still, since he wasn't freaking out at the man eating plants, Red Robin had thought him too gone on whatever Posion Ivy how dosed the crowd of hostages with, to worry about his bare face. He had merely moved Tucker somewhere safe, stabbed him in the thigh with a needle, which had been rude according to Tucker, and run off to fight Ivy.

Red Robin was Tim Drake. Neat.

The two changed the subject to a TV show, but eventually Tucker had to focus on his essay, and they fell silent.

The following morning, Sam reported that she, too, had figured out a Gotham Hero's identity by accident. Her ectoplasim contamination had made her an attractive goth, who was approached by a blushing Damian Wayne to ask her to model her alternative style for his art club.

At the offer of a bit of pocket change, Sam had agreed to follow the art club president to a park where a group of teenagers were setting up canvases and easels. They asked her to sit on the park fountain for a few hours while they tried to capture her likeness in charcoal.

During the session, she noticed a change in Damian's movement as he grew more relaxed and his old habits began to shine through. Princess Dorathea had taught her the dangers of the court and how to notice little changes in body language that could keep her safe.

She thought it was odd that Damian moved like an assassin, reaching for a small knife in the same way he wielded his charcoal. It made sense later when she was rescued by Robin on her walk home from a would-be mugging and noticed the same little habits.

Robin was Damian Wayne. Neat.

If three of the many Bats were Waynes or connected to the famous family, it only logically makes sense that the rest were all Waynes too. Double neat.

The only one who was sincerely shocked by this reveal was Jazz, who had not even a hint of suspicion that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

"This is huge!" Jazz gasps, "Don't you guys realize how crazy this is!?"

"I mean, sure," Tucker slowly responded, sharing a confused glance with Sam and Danny. "But it's not really our business, is it? It's not like Danny is in the hero scene anymore."

"Well, yes but come on it's Batman!"

"I don't think Batman even cares about us, much less his Bruce persona. As someone from the bottom of the first class, trust me, the top of the first class doesn't even notice us taking up space. " Sam laughs, shaking her head. Danny hesitates to mention that Bruce Wayne has stopped by his office multiple times to bring coffee for all his coworkers, but figures the man must do that for all his employees.

Miles and miles away in Wayne Manor, Bruce narrows his eyes at the three screens displaying three newly graduated teens covered in paranormal residue. It's possible that they were all haunted and just didn't know it, which was a common thing, according to the Justice League Dark.

After some digging into their background, he found that companies, summer camps, and internships had all been fabricated by an incredible hacker who provided an oddly convincing cover-up for the various skills the trio possessed. Again, the Justice League Dark also stated that it was common, as that was a tactic the Otherworlders frequently used on humans to leech onto them.

Like a gas station in the middle of nowhere that was there and then it wasn't a few days later.

The three weren't experiencing any negative emotions, which meant whatever was haunting them would soon pass, and it wasn't necessary to intervene. Zatanna promised Bruce that everything was fine.

He had some doubts.

So far, the three have been doing everyday things that first-year college students typically do, and yet, Bruce's children have reported seeing the three often in their civilian lives.

Foley worked out at the same gym Dick did and was often at the ramen shop Jason just helped one of his friends open. Manson began spending time at Cass's favorite café and attended Duke's poetry nights as an observer. Fenton, the male one, was literally working a few floors below Tim.

A coincidence?

Or was it something nefarious at play?

Bruce decided to wait and see what happens.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Not My Business #Part 1 #The trio are just a guy in Gotham but very not JUST a guy vibes #They new in town #they hot #And they know how to mind their business #Yes Damian has a crush on Sam #Not Everlasting trio #Just good friends #With a dash of codependce #Jazz is thier wine aunt #Bruce thinks the three are sus but can't prove why

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caffeinewitchcraft · 9 months ago

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AITA for being proud of my job as a regional Nightmare?

My sister told me she’s making her own post and that if I was so sure I wasn’t TA then I should make my own so here I am.

I’m a regional Nightmare. I’m very proud of how hard I worked to get here. Not many terrors in their 20s get this high up and it’s because I do the work. I get up at 8pm and I’m out in the woods grinding out those quotas until dawn. Sometimes I sleep out there in my uniform just so I can be the first on scene for the multi-part jobs. I’m efficient, I’m punctual, and I’m committed. My goal is to be a Cyptid by the time I’m 30 and, to do that, I have to stay on at all times.

As a result, I work a lot. I’m often not home for days at a time. I have a very strict training regimen and my time for friends and family is virtually nonexistent. That’s why when I do get the time to hang out, I prefer to spend my time intentionally. What I mean by that is that I don’t want to sit on a couch when I could be lifting weights. I don’t want to chill in the pool when I could be volunteering for new scares. I especially don’t want to gossip over tea when I could be getting overtime.

Last Saturday, my sister invited a bunch of family over to her house. My job in the Virginia woods fell through, so I decided to go. Silly (her childhood nickname) said she had something important to tell the family so I thought it wouldn’t be a waste of my time.

Key word: thought.

When I got to Silly’s house, I was surprised to see so many cars out front. Our parents were there and our older brother. The house was packed. There were cousins, aunts, uncles and a ton of people I didn’t know.

At first the event was fine. Silly’s always been a good cook (see, I know you’re reading this, Silly, and see? I do compliment you when do something actually good) and everyone was really enjoying the flank steak (though I did have to save it before she cooked it medium well). But as the day wore on, I could tell people were getting bored. Silly and Mom were focused on cleaning up and said that dessert would have to wait until her fiance got home. Which was kind of rude to be late and I felt really bad for Silly. It seems like my soon to be brother-in-law (BIL for short) is never around when she needs him.

In an effort to help, I engaged some of the people I didn’t know in conversation because the party was getting a little dead and I didn’t want one of my sister’s parties to fail. I was trying hard not to think about the time I was wasting waiting for my future BIL so it also served as a distraction.

It turns out one of the guys was a fellow terror. He worked a corporate job and we talked for a while about the pros of being freelance like me. He asked me a lot of questions and I was happy to mentor another terror. Corporate can suck the art out of what we do. My clients only care if the quota for their mission is met and don’t enforce such strict timelines. They come to me for quality. Poor guy barely had time to mend his uniform between scares (his cloak was tattered and his hook hand was rusty) so I recommended my tailor and blacksmith.

The guy and I exchanged information. I gave him my business card and he looked for one of his. While he looked, I felt nature calling so I headed upstairs to use my sister’s bathroom (like hell I was going to use the same one as my Uncle Joe). From up there, I saw my future BIL pull into the driveway.

Being a regional Nightmare is a tough job. Like I said, I have to train a lot to keep my certification. So I thought it’d be a good idea to get a scare on my BIL both to punish him for being late and to make up for all the time I’d already wasted at the party.

So I waited for him to come upstairs to change and, when he did, I pulled out the works. I darkened the room and fell back into the shadows. Then, while he groped for the light switch, I stretched out my leg (I have an extra joint in them) and tried to nudge him. I honestly didn’t expect for him to trip and I DEFINITELY didn’t expect for him to fall backwards. I’ve been practicing this skill on my family since I was sixteen and got the leg extension mod and none of them ever fell like that.

My future BIL fell down the stairs. I panicked and raced over to look over the banister. He was fine! He wasn’t bleeding or anything and, when I saw that, I started to laugh.

Everyone freaked out though. They all said I was being immature and bullying my BIL. I told them it wasn’t bullying, it was my actual job. I said that I was just joking and didn’t know my BIL, a former “Cryptid”, would take it so hard.

My mom jumped in and backed me up, but my sister has always been the Queen of the castle. Silly and Dad kicked me out ( I mean, I let them, I’ve got enhanced strength and I didn’t want to hurt them). Dad called me a disgrace and to not come back home.

I asked him if he was really kicking me out just because I wanted to show off my skills a little? And he said yes. And Silly said I had it coming to me for a long time.

I don’t even know what went wrong.

So AITA for taking pride in my work?

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SillyCreeper says: Oh my god, you actually made this post? You’re an actual idiot. For anyone who believes this story, read mine before you vote. My brother left out a few details like how the party was my GENDER REVEAL PARTY and that he’s not a regional Nightmare, he’s a Slasher for hire.

OP replies: I am TRAINED to operate as a regional Nightmare. That makes me an independent regional Nightmare.

SillyCreeper replies: Regional Nightmares don’t steal failed missions from corporate Slashers

OP replies: Get your own post, Silly

SillyCreeper: Oh, I already did. Have fun being torn apart on yours, dumbass.

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Thanks for reading! If you'd like to read Silly's AITA post a week early, please consider becoming a patron (X)!

Aita for going no contact with my brother after he pulled a Scare on my husband?

I'm working on this anthology during November and I'm having a blast with this story in particular! The family drama keeps going on and on

#my writing #aita reddit parody #reddit parody #meta monsterverse

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grand-zammy · 20 days ago

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Hello, sweet peas

You are ALL welcome to join me the 21st of July for my Monthly All-Day Themed Day/Tea Party!!

The theme this month will be...

~ 🐾 Bluey 🐾 ~

My partner and I will be taking the day off from work to actually enjoy some time off. I plan on including personal photos of what we're doing on our end, plus including posts focused on

• meals, treats & drinks from the show (and Australia)

• Bluey/July themed activities

• introducing a Special Guest

• showing off the Outfit of the Day

• sharing favorite Bluey content

• arts & crafts appreciation (and inspiration)

• favorite bits of the season/Bluey

Big Cat and I are still working hard to earn a bunch this month, so I won't be as communicative as usual until we hit our goal (I wish I could make money doing this blog, but I'd hate to ask you guys for money.)

Anyways, I'm gonna be busy writing/working the next few days. I'll keep posting more Bluey related content for a while to keep up the hype til the 21st.

I'll be seeing you tykes later

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munsonstorm · 2 months ago

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how i imagine childhood best friend!eddie

my main masterlist - eddie munson masterlist

warnings: this is 18+, mdni, reader and eddie are 18+, tons of flirting, eddie is snarky, reader is also snarky, they grew up together but are no longer close, talks of sex with other people, mentions of std's, eddie wants reader and reader wants him, kissing. 2.1k words

After middle school, you did not relate to Eddie anymore

It may have to do with how his style changed, his music interests leaning more towards the darker side, he started to grow his hair out, his attitude towards authority shifting. You just felt that your friendship would dissipate.

But Eddie would still say hi to you in the hallway, trying to get your attention.

After junior year, you two were virtually strangers.

So when senior year came around and you and your new friends made big plans for an End of Year Bash, you reluctantly invited Eddie at lunch.

“Well look what the cat dragged in… How are you sweetheart? Still listening to that Prince cassette I got you for your 13th birthday?” You roll your eyes, extending an invitation out to him. “Me and my friends are throwing an end of year party. I was gonna invite you.” “Was?” You narrow your eyes at him, scanning him for any sign of a smirk. He was fucking with you and while you knew it, you wanted to see him break. “I think I’m gonna give your invite to Jeff or Gareth, because you’re annoying me.” “Oh come on, where’s the silly snarky girl I once knew? I miss her.” “She got tits and grew up. Are you gonna come or what?”

He gladly accepts the invitation, telling you that you better save him a dance.

You don’t even really think about Eddie again until you spot him in the middle of your friend’s living room, sticking out like a sore thumb. You swirl your jungle juice in your cup and down the rest before approaching him.

You were a bit tipsy, but not drunk. You lick your lips as you walk through the crowd, tapping Eddie on his shoulder.

“Thanks for coming.” You say, before he locks eyes with you. God, he did something different today, he looks… good. “I don’t know what to do with myself.” He yells over the bumping music. “Follow me, I’ll get you a drink.”

You get him a drink and have him come outside to smoke with you. You had picked up a bad habit, and luckily he had the same one. When you light up the cigarette, he matches your motions.

The moonlight adds a cast over his features that sends you spiraling into the thoughts of possibly finding him attractive. When you were kids, you always thought he was just baby cute. But now… he looks like a man.

His ripped jeans, his layed leather jacket and jean vest. He may have the rocker look, but his features are still soft. Especially his lips.

“You good?” He asks you, noticing your piercing gaze. You sit back in the lawn chair, pulling your cigarette out of your mouth. “Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit tipsy.” “You are still not good at lying. Never were.” You throw your head back, giggling, “Shut up, Munson. You don’t know me.” He throws his hands up in mock surrender, “You still talk with that high pitched voice, especially when you lie. Your eyebrows also do this thing-” “My eyebrows do not do a thing.” You say as your eyebrows do a thing. “They are doing it now.”

You roll your eyes, giggling to yourself. You how he’s right, but you can’t admit it to him, especially when he’s looking at you with such intention.

“You look good, dollface. Popularity didn’t change you too much.” You smirk up at him, not taking much offense to the statement. “Being a huge nerd changed you, though.” He chuckles, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Is it the long hair or?” You point to his free hand,“The tattoos. And all those rings.” “What you don’t like?” He flicks some hair off his forehead, which for some reason makes you stare more. You smirk, shaking your head and finally coming back to reality, “You’re a dork.” “You used to be, too.”

You chew on your cheek, flicking some ash. You shift your ass on the chair to face him fully. He’s looking at you with a questionable expression, like he’s trying to read your mind.

You hear someone starting to open the back door and you see a couple of your girlfriends drunkenly stumbling out. You call after them, making sure they are good. The one, Marissa, notes you and Eddie sitting together.

“Ooo, you got the hots for the Freak?”

You want to die in that moment. You had told them all plenty of times of your childhood with Eddie and how much he had changed since you knew him. You never said it as a particularly bad thing, but your friends thought he was too strange for comfort.

You glance over at Eddie, wondering if you should respond or just act like you did not hear them. But he’s watching you carefully, indicating that he needed you to answer her.

You clear your throat, “Eddie is just a friend, remember?” “I saw you through the door. You were staring at him like you wanted to suck his di-” You do not dare let her finish, screaming, “Marissa!”

She giggles as she walks towards the firepit with the other girls, leaving you and Eddie alone again. You want to just flip your chair off the edge of the deck, but you resist the urge.

Eddie stares into the side of your face, practically burning a hole into your cheek.

“You were staring at me like you wanted-” “I’ll kill you with my bare hands if you finish that sentence.”

Somehow, you end up spending the entire night talking with Eddie outside. You catch up about life, what new music you are into, and how you are excited to be working at a clothing store in downtown Hawkins.

The night ends with you walking Eddie to his van and wishing him a goodnight.

Eddie opens up his door, the edge resting on the hinge of his arm,“So I’ll see you around, I guess.” “Yeah, we should… hangout sometime.” “Yeah, we should. Are you busy this weekend?” You think for a beat, “I work til 8 tomorrow and Sunday. Maybe we could-” He doesn’t let you finish, shaking his curls and grinning, “I’ll come see ya tomorrow. Maybe we can grab a late night dinner at Hank’s. That’s nearby right?” “Right next door.” “Perfect, I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

He gets to your work the next day at 7:30. It was odd seeing the guy who scares half of the females in your school in the middle of a women’s clothing store, but you knew he was harmless. You give him a smile, nodding your approval that he actually came through.

“Well, well, well… Welcome to Patricia’s Boutique, can I help you find something, sir?” “Yeah, I’m looking for this hot chick who works here.” “No hot chicks here. Just me.” “I guess you’ll do, then,” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You could not help but blush at his stupidity. You advise him that you have to do some last minute cleaning and you’ll lock up so you can fill your stomach with a milkshake and burger next door.

He’s patient, leaning against some displays and chatting to you about how the work day was. You get a good look at him when he’s inspecting some earrings you have on display.

His lips. God, his lips.

Before he catches you staring, you act as you are mopping the same place you already did for the millionth time.

Once you clean up, you turn off the lights and lock the doors. You walk with Eddie right next door, occupying a booth right next to the vast windows of the diner. The older waitress jots down your orders and you both settle into easy conversation as the cook whips up your burger and Eddie’s cheesesteak.

“So I heard you were dating Kenny Lopez at the beginning of the school year. From the way he was just… not at your side at that party, I’m assuming you two aren’t a thing anymore?” You wiggle your nose, rolling your eyes at the thought of your ex. “He was too immature. He was also a bit too religious for my liking. Said that if we had sex or anything I would have to repent. Which is insane because I found out later that he was cheating on with other girls and having sex with them.” “Woah, woah, woah-” You cut him off, giggling a bit as you sip your soda,“Yeah, I know.” He abruptly speaks up, “Did you?” “Did I what?” “Have sex?”

You cock your head to the side, letting out a quiet scoff.

“No. We didn’t.” He lets out a random sigh of relief, “Good. I heard he gave Janet Huggins chlamydia.” “Jesus, Eds.” He throws his hands up in surrender, a cute smile plastered across his face,“What?! Just cause I’m a loser doesn’t mean I don’t hear the rumors about people.” You quirk your brow, playing with your straw. You were morbidly curious about your own status on the food chain, “Any about me?” “Some.” “Like what?” He stops, licking his lips painstakingly slow. He has to know what he’s doing to you, “You really want to know?” “Yes.”

Your food comes as soon as you approve to hear the dish on yourself. You grab a fry from your plate, obnoxiously smacking.

“Well?” He matches your annoying chewing, “Some are just… statements about you-” “Like?” “You have great tits.” “Eddie!” “Hey- we all have eyes here.” “Okay, ew,” You chew another fry, “What else, though?” “Last year I heard you smoked pot with Kendra Traverse under the bleachers.” You shake your head immediately, “Never happened.” “Damn, I was hoping that one was true.” “What else?” He takes a bite of his meal, trying not to enjoy the sight of you eagerly asking about what people say about you. “I heard your a great kisser. Amongst… other things.” “This is all locker room talk. I want something juicy.” “You’re really setting yourself up for a joke there-” “Shut up.”

He giggles. Like really giggles. It’s a sound you vividly remember listening to growing up. You can sometimes still hear it in your dreams.

“Other than what I’ve told you, I just heard whenever you were possibly dating someone.” “Ah,” You half smirk, wiping your mouth with a nearby napkin, “Well… those things never last that long.” “Why’s that?” “Because no guys around here are really worth a damn. I wasted a whole school year on a stupid guy when I could’ve just been having fun.” “No guys, huh?” You roll your eyes at his question, “Don’t say ‘well I’m worth a damn’. We already know that.” “So I am the exception?” “For now. Until you piss me off, somehow.” “So I have…” He looks at his watch jokingly, “T-minus 10 minutes to be an exception.”

God, he was so quick it gave you goosebumps.

You two sit in that booth for two hours, laughing and carrying on. Eventually you tell him you have to go home before your parents assume you got kidnapped. He laughs and jokes that they will be reassured to know you were with your childhood best friend and not some stranger.

"You should come by and see them. They would love to hear how you’re doing.” He scoffs, shaking his head, “Your parents only put up with me because I was always around.” “My mom found you cute,” You reply, walking side by side with him to your car, “She used to tell me I should date you.” He grows silent for a moment and clears his throat, “Wise woman.”

You turn to him, folding your arms over your chest. There was a twinkle in his eye that you had seen a couple times in the last two days. Something hopeful.

“Is that not what you’re doing right now? Taking me on a date?” You say, your heart practically beating out of your chest.

He cocks his head at you curiously before connecting the dots. Your smile practically takes up your entire face, watching the cogs turn in his brain. You stop in front of your car, waiting for a response.

"So…” He looks over at your car, raising his eyebrows, “Is this the point in the date where I get to kiss you?” You feel dizzy just thinking about it. “Is that how you end your dates?”

He shakes his head, taking two steps towards you. His arms wrap around your waist, making you drop your arms over his biceps.

“What dates? The only girl I’ve ever had eyes for was you.” You swallow, looking up at those big brown doe eyes, “Well, how would you like to end this date, with me?”

And he kisses you. He does it without a single ounce of hesitation. He’s soft but still eager, his perfectly plump lips slotting between yours. Your arms wrap around his neck and for once, in all the years you’ve tried forgetting about Eddie, you realize he’s all you’ll ever want and need.

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dannitarot · 3 months ago

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May 2025 *Pick a card*

Pile 1->2

3->4

Pile 1

Hello Pile 1. I’m seeing you could have gone through a break up or heart break of some sort. You could go through a break-up this month if you haven’t already. Please don’t be alarmed if you’re in a good relationship. This could be a friendship breakup or deciding to go no contact with someone you know. This could be a divorce for some of you. A relationship of some sort is coming to an end. This break up will be or would have been sudden. Some of you will find out you’re pregnant or your partner is pregnant and it’ll be a shock to you. Some of you may have family members who are traditional and/or religious and are against the pregnancy if you’re not married. Your career/schooling will be going good. I see you’ll be saving and budgeting really well. If you’ve been suspecting someone close backstabbing you, the truth will be revealed this month. This may cause some shame. You will find happiness and peace in what you do for work or your hobbies. Some of you will turn a hobby into a business. You’ll buy something you’ve really wanted this month. This could be something you find while thrifting. Something unique and rare. You may gain some kind of fame or recognition. You could post a photo/video and get a lot of likes. Some of you are getting a key to something. Especially if you’re looking for a new home. You’ll get luck in finding a nice place. You’ll be going out more at night and having a good time. This will help keep your spirit up. You’ll be ok.

Pile 2

Hey pile 2. I’m seeing you could be someone who feels uncomfortable relaxing. You always need to be productive. You will be treating yourself this month though. I see you’ll be taking more breaks. Your relationships will be good especially with a sibling or cousin. You’ll be letting go of all that no longer serves you. You’ll be going through a rebirth. You’ll be evolving in every aspect; physically, mentally, spiritually, etc. I’m seeing an ex may reach out to you and it’ll feel out of the blue. This could be someone you’re manifesting contact with. You’ll be really desirable. You could travel this month. For some, this could be very impromptu. I’m seeing esp in mid may towards the end of the month. Finances will be so good. if you have your own business, you’ll be getting lots of sales. If you provide a service, you’ll be booked and busy( while still find time for rest and relaxation). You could start a new book. Some of you might hook up with someone who is currently lurking around you whether physically or virtually. You’ll be invited out to a party or event. Some of you could be learning a new language. Possibility of pregnancy this month btw.

Pile 3

Hey pile 3. Someone is coming to you with a love offer. You could have to choose between two people possibly more. Some of you could move suddenly. This May, you’ll be focused on your spiritual goals. Some of you could join one of the more traditional religions. Or just go to their place of worship. I’m heavily seeing marriage proposal for some of you. If you’re single, someone wants to pursue a relationship that leads to marriage. Some of you could actually get married in May. This person could be a business person or just well off financially. You may feel like it’s time to leave your job. You’ll feel happy and at peace emotionally and mentally. Your home life will be great. You could get some new decor items or furniture for your home. You’ll be well rested and relaxed and it’ll show on the outside.

Pile 4

Hey pile 4. You might get some shocking news this month. This news may come in the form of a text/phone call. This is about an ending of some sort or will lead to one. I see your finances and romantic relationships will be going great though. I’m getting a few scenarios. Some of you could have been in a third party situation where the person you were talking to was seeing someone else. Whether you knew this or not. I see you’ll get news of them breaking up. For others it’ll be you cutting someone off . The situation may not even involve you. This could be about a friend or family member. Either way, you’ll hear all about it. Now, I see money will be going good for you. You could win some money. Some of you are getting more hours at work. You will be maintaining balance though. Working but finding time to rest. For singles, you can expect someone coming in. You’ll be really attracted to this person. A lot of your desires will manifest this month. Now is the time to get into action especially if you had a project in mind that you’ve been wanting to start. Don’t put it off any longer. You may have started something in April/ Aries season and will reap rewards from it. This could even be about plants blooming.

#pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot cards #tarot reading #tarotblr #pac tarot #tarot

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assignedmale · 11 months ago

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This September is Assigned Male Comics' 10th anniversary! What a ride it has been. What started off as doodles during class when I was still at school changed my life in so many ways. It brought me new friends, adventures, and love. It made me learn about art, about the world, about myself. (I also learned English - at the beginning, it was my friends who were translating the strips!) I am eternally grateful for the community that was created around these characters.

It hasn't always been easy. You probably saw firsthand at one point or another how threats and verbal abuse have been a daily routine of the past decade for me. I'm thinking about that time I got doxxed and forced into hiding, or when ne*-naz*s stormed a library I was speaking at, or when a certain hate group (the British government) published a letter in the media because my comics are threats to civilisation and whatnot. I look back at all these things, and sure, a part of me feels tired and exhausted, but also proud. Because despite everything, I chose to keep doing this, and I'm still here. It has to be worth something.

This year has been a struggle of every instant. I'm focusing on keeping my head above the water. Your help during the hardships of last winter has been so vital, and I thank you for being here and for your patience with order delays! The situation brought my husband and I to our knees, and we're still counting pennies to be able to afford groceries. Making art in this context has certainly not been the easiest.

Still, I find joy in making these comics. Creating something empowering and entertaining for trans communities and their allies feels essential now more than ever. Meeting so many of you during my speaking tours has been life-changing, and I cherish the memory of each of these encounters. I miss you all, by the way! I can't wait to be back on the road.

In the meantime, I'm announcing today a virtual speaking tour for the next few months! I will accept invitations from associations, groups, schools and libraries. I will make a separate post about it in the next few days, but feel free to message me now for more details.

Thank you for being part of this journey.

To many more!

Sophie

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To get me a 10th anniversary coffee so I can stay up late partying (as if) : www.ko-fi.com/sophielabelle

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inanimateinsanitywiki · 10 months ago

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a non-comprehensive list of my favorite brian koch cheese credit card answers

pickle wishes he never met taco

nickel needs balloon way more than he realizes

salt needs pepper way more than she realizes

if taco had the chance to do it all again differently, she would

fan's favorite game would be lego star wars

apple still has her pony from santa, which she named "dino brawler". this is presumably the toy she was holding in episode 16

knife tried harder to be good at video games than he lets on

suitcase is still a little annoyed with oj for eliminating her for no reason in episode 7

oj and bomb are on better terms now, but will never be best friends again

he sees soap and microphone having a more sibling-like relationship, since their voice actresses are sisters (judging by the 20+ private replies, someone had some opinions on this one)

mephone 3gs didn't know his crew very well. when he watched them die, he was surprised by how much he felt

pickle genuinely made taco laugh a few times during season one

evil paper liked playing checkers (this implies that this is a trait exclusive to him that paper himself does not share)

mephone x would probably use he/him pronouns, but cobs doesn't put that much thought or humanity into the mephones anymore

mephone4 wanted to impress cobs for a long time, but meeting 3gs recontextualized a lot of his negative feelings

if mephone4 wasn't hosting inanimate insanity, he would probably be a lost media archivist

taco doesn't have nearly enough hobbies. brian thinks that's part of the problem

nickel sees himself as more worthless than most would assume

mephone4 and oj's relationship is "honestly not great"

under the guise of "scheming", taco and mic would sometimes just hang out together when there wasn't anything game-related to do

trophy struggles to do push-ups

despite being an outdated medium, cobs still sends out discs with nothing but propaganda material on them

despite not sharing much screentime together, brian thinks knife and pickle are the best ii yaoi

yin-yang likes being in cars. yin will drive, and yang will pick the music

soap would play splatoon, since all of the messes are just virtual

mephone4 is iffy on physical contact due to his past experiences with cobs

salt genuinely thought her and oj were in a relationship

just like mephone4, mephone4s' favorite food is cookies

cobs doesn't see himself as evil, he's just giving the people what they want. "not what they think they want. what they ACTUALLY want."

if silver spoon and candle are occupying the same space, people will leave because they can't take seeing how silver acts when he's around her

for a long time, baseball was the only person nickel respected

if mephone5 could live an everyday life, he would be a public menace. (destroying property, going up the down escalator)

taco actually enjoys the taste of lemon

while characters like fan weren't originally written with the intent of being on the autism spectrum, he lines right up with it

on a scale of 1-10, the amount that mepad misses toilet is "off the charts"

toilet wanted to impress mephone4 like a son would want to impress a father. "the cycle repeats a bit."

lightbulb and paintbrush take turns feeding baxter, but paintbrush usually ends up doing it because lightbulb isn't particular enough about what she considers "food"

mepad's favorite colors are black and white. "very mesmerizing."

walkie talkie (and presumably other invitational characters) didn't attend the hotel oj party

knife doesn't need to work out. he's just naturally like that

when someone asked if fantube was canon, brian answered "what more do they have to do?!"

springy hasn't had their own cereal in a long time

microphone and taco have both never been closer to someone else than they were with each other

silver and candle are a bit more distant now, but they both agree it's for the best

when the eliminated contestants were still being kept in the hotel oj closet, mepad would "unfeelingly" deliver and check in on them at mephone's request

#inanimate insanity #long post #I AM NOT TAGGING EVERYONE.

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