#i got a few other things. mostly stuff for storage and whatever

[orcelito]

Been largely absent today bc I've been Out but CHECK THIS OUT

I bought this thang

Here's it in my actual new apartment. I wanna put it together so bad!!!!! But it's nearly midnight and I don't have the tools to put it together anyways

Later... later, I shall.....

[mousedetective]

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4/29/24 - New Post

So some stuff has happened, some of the loans I listed before have been paid, and I missed a few things, so I'm making a new post!

So, we still haven't heard about Section 8, and while I'm grateful for the shelter housing and feeding us, there's been some pretty toxic activity on my floor and I'm at my wit's end. I'm not sleeping well, I have constant headaches from grinding my teeth, and my blood pressure (which is already high and I'm already on meds for it) keeps being high when I get it checked. So we need to get housing with or without the Section 8 voucher as soon as possible.

Now, I have a list of low-income apartments all over North County. While not ideal, we have also heard of a complex of studio apartments available for $1400 which give preferential treatment to shelter occupants. But the problem is that I not only have a bunch of payday loans to pay, but I also have a payment on a two-month loan, a five-month loan, a six-month loan, and a year-long loan that eat up my entire income until I at least pay off the first three. My mom only gets $1300 and my daughter isn't on disability yet. So we can't even afford the studio until October and we'll have been kicked out of the shelter long before then.

I can probably cover the remaining payday loans and this month's payment for the two-month loan and still pay for the storage units. But I need to pay off whatever I can on the other loans, and the longer I wait the more interest that compiles. So I need a lot more than I was asking for before and I need it quickly to cover at least all of this month's payments while I work on paying off the totals of the bigger loans.

This is the list of payments I need to make as it stands now:

$300 for my loan from Ace Cash Express (due by May 2nd)

$300 for my mom's loan from Ace Cash Express (due May 2nd)

$408 for my loan payment from Ascend Loans (due May 3rd)

$277 for my loan payment from Greenline Loans (due May 3rd)

$177 for my loan payment from Green Arrow Loans (due May 3rd)

$148 for my loan payment to Possible Loans (due May 3rd)

$148 for my mom's loan payment to Possible Loans (due May 3rd)

$321.80 for my mom's loan from Moneylion (due by May 15th)

$285 for my Moneytree loan (due by May 25th)

$285 for my mom's Moneytree loan (due by May 26th)

I can't make partial payments on any of these loans except the Moneylion loans my mom has. I need the full amount for the payment to pay it off early, and for the four non-payday loans, I can't make an early payment but if I can cover the payments in my bank account with donations I'm good.

The Ascend loan was for $1,000. The Greenline loan was for $500. The Green Arrow loan was for $400. The Possible loans are $300 each, coming out as two payments of $148 (one this May, one in June) per loan. So I'm going to set two goals: covering all of the above payments and then covering the bigger loans as a whole throughout the month of May.

I can't take much more of the toxicity at the shelter at the moment, though I have hopes some of it will subside if the most toxic resident on my floor leaves this week like he's threatening to, but yeah. We just need to get all this paid off and get into housing of our own, even if it's just a studio for now. I'm including the $35 I got from a GFM towards the current totals because I spent all the rest of the money I had and I still haven't gotten that donation in my account yet.

TOTAL GOAL: $47/$4850

IMMEDIATE GOAL: $47/$2650

Goal has been met! However, the car is acting up, so we have to take it to our mechanic tomorrow. I may still need some help.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

Lore notes: Panacea

Sounds of rain in the background → it does rain on gallifrey on occasion it seems (though romana is at heartshaven here, i wonder where that is) (though, that being said i think we also hear rain while in the capitol later, so there’s weather everywhere it seems)

‘Mortal heir to the house of heartshaven, inheritor of the house of dvora, and custodian of the house of everstone’ → sentences that make me ask how houses work here, why is romana connected to three of them (also interesting to me that she seems to have important positions in all three)

Romana expects there to be a doorkeep at heartshaven (actually she uses it sort of like a name, but idk if that actually means anything), there’s also the line ‘can’t get the staff on’ → i wonder if that means people outside the house working for it, or if it is members of the house taking on those jobs

Also romana was addressing the house itself it seems in the beginning when trying to get in, so sentient houses canon in gallifrey then?

Stripped pigrat → a gallifreyan animal (also we got to hear what this one sounded like, which is fun)

Also ‘right through the ears’ and it seems that this killed the animal, so it seems that it doesn’t have large external ears, they’re probably on the sides of their heads (that or the ears have particularly vital organs in them, but i’m inclined to go with the former)

Also it seems you can eat them (though they maybe don’t taste too good)

Heartshaven is somewhere in the outlands

Banishment is a punishment one can be given on gallifrey

Pig rats eat meat → well janartis threatens to feed romana to them so that’s my assumption based off of that

They have stamps on gallifrey apparently, and it seems that they’re a thing people collect sometimes

‘If you were ever a boy at all’ → now this could very easily just be a dig at narvin and him being perpetually tightly wound, but consider, looms, could be that some people are loomed while others are not, or that some houses loom their members as children while others come out as fully grown

‘I was under the impression that most of your files had been destroyed in the war, mostly the embarrassing ones’ → a couple points here a) cia was affected by the war, b) ‘your files’ implies that cia has data storage separate to the matrix, c) the implication that even if files weren’t actually destroyed in the war, the cia is using it as an excuse to get rid of records of things they don’t want others to be able to find out about

‘I’m not planning to marry him’ → the concept of marriage exists on gallifrey (feels funny to me that this is the line i’m using for this, but whatever)

‘Its total economic collapse’ → hitting my ‘what is going on with gallifrey’s economy, how do they do money there’ button again

Heartshaven has a dormitory wing

Janartis making weirdly sexist comments → i’m going to be so honest, i refuse to believe time lords see gender in the way we do and therefore don’t think they do sexism like we do, especially given that they can change gender with regeneration, like they definitely have some other weird power structure thing going on, but i refuse to accept that it’s this

Janartis calls romana madam president → now is this because he was banished before knowing what actually happened with the election, or is that a title you just sort of get to keep

‘The lamps of heartshaven lit up when the heirs to the house crossed the hall, and the paintings would whisper their welcome, now it’s dead’ → more living house stuff (and that houses can die), also multiple heirs, wonder if this is a select few or just how heartshaven members are referred to

‘Are there no proper doctors left at the academy’ → is this in reference to the fact that romana’s people were stationed at the academy during the civil war, or does the academy just do medical stuff as well

Actually now that i think about it, do they have medical schools on gallifrey, or is it all just the academy, what is the education system outside of the academy like, is there even one

They have emergency generators

‘These past few months’ → this the whole civil war, or just the aftermath

Romana still called ‘lady’ even after losing her status and becoming a normal civilian → being a time lord inherently means being nobility

‘Quadrant nine’ → how is this place organized

Pigrats can bite, rather painfully it seems

‘Specialist in secular studies’ → job you can have on gallifrey (this person is also an undercardinal) (also this implies that there are religious studies on gallifrey as well)

‘Legate in office of regenerative duties and remuneracies’ → another job you can have, also an office that exists

‘Substratum drainage operative, third class’ → i wonder how jobs like this are looked at in time lord society, because they’re the nobility of gallifrey essentially, but you still have people doing jobs that aren’t really in line with the idea of what nobility should bedoing

Or as romana puts it ‘a teacher, a tax man, and a sewage slopper outer’

‘Across all four sectors of the planet’

‘Palm print access’ → so we have a combo of codes, eye scans, and palm prints to get into places on gallifrey

‘Ex president romana is no longer permitted to access the inner capitol’ → there is a part of the capitol that you have to have ascertain level of clearance to get in to, seems to be mostly exclusive to political officials and adjacent (guards mostly i would assume)

They have a bunch of weapons (it seems many temporal) stockpiled from the war

Credits unit of currency?

Leaking temporal weapons can cause damage to the environment (and possibly the vortex as well) → wonder how the environment would actually be affected by temporal leakage

Elbon paid by the high council to provide medical care in the capitol → wonder how much else they fund when it comes to capitol activities

‘Hundreds, thousands now’ → that is a lot of people to have gone missing into the catacombs, seems like it would be more of a big deal, though maybe given it’s post war it’s just assumed that they died in the war?

Common striped pigrat → even more specific on the species, yay

Also they build nests

Pigrats are able to transmit a virus to time lords → I mean it was engineered for time lords, so it could have been engineered to be compatible with pigrats too, but still, it is a bit interesting to know that they are able to pass viruses between these two species

Very interesting that the time lords would face extinction in just a few hundred years without regeneration → i mean i’m sure some of this is just that a good bit of the population has already been zombified, but that does bring up the question of how long time lord generations are and how often they reproduce, like what is the average regeneration for a time lord to have children (are looms a thing, even if they are it doesn’t really seem that they work the same way, we know that there are familial relationships other than cousins)

Arkadian refers to narvin as a senior time lord → what does that signify, how does one become a senior time lord and what are the the other ranks within the rank of time lord

Pigrats are used in experiments at the academy labs → i wonder if they have lab pigrats like we have labrats

‘They began breeding like humans’ → implication that human reproductive cycles happen a lot faster than time lord ones

The comment about the corpses from the war being good for the pigrats → they definitely eat meat then

Andred buried in a casket in the ground → makes me wonder about more specifics of time lord funeral practices

‘This place alone on gallifrey belonged to death’ → is this implying that there’s only one graveyard on the planet?

It seems to be in the outlands

Sand beetles and dust worms → more gallifreyan creatures

Reference to gallifrey as an empire

Time lords don’t respect the environment or other animals on gallifrey it seems (at least from how leela talks)

‘Green shoots’ → seems there are at least some green plants on gallifrey

Leela describes gallifrey as a ‘jewel among worlds’ → i really can’t get over how it is so consistently described as beautiful despite what we see of it mostly being the evils of the time lords

‘Suns’ → gallifrey having two suns mention

Lots of turrets and spires in the citadel it seems (and they’re shiny too)

Presidential office up high to look out over the capitol (also said office was chosen by rassilon, so it has been in the same place for a long time)

Capitol next to mount cadon (which is very large, bigger than the capitol)

‘The heart of the world at the heart of the universes that are, that were, that most likely ever will be’ → matthias describing the capitol, some of this is definitely time lord arrogance, but i wonder what truth there is to it given where gallifrey and time time lords sit in the web of time (also i know that the capitol being the heart of gallifrey probably just refers to its importance within time lord society, but does make me wonder where on the planet it is actually located)

Kittenshark → gallifreyan animal, they hatch from eggs

‘New range of battle tardises’ → since tardises were grounded during the civil war i’m guessing these were made after the war, are they rebuilding tardises just in general or battle tardises specifically

President can promote people, at least within the chancellery guard

Valyes is talking about time lord art, about 44:30 in, i do not have the energy to type that all out, just know it happens and that there is a history of time lord art that apparently valyes knows

They have a specific type of status that holds things in time

Romana has had her tardis taken away → a punishment that can be given, i wonder exactly for what this is done though, was this as a result of the civil war

Officially you’ll be renegade, unofficially the agency will be far too busy over the next few centuries to bother with you’ → renegade is an official status one can have, and renegades are under the purview of the cia, though it seems they only face consequences for being renegade if the cia deems them worth dealing with

Also interesting to me that renegades are generally seen negatively, but romana is offered the opportunity to go renegade and slip away from the chaos of gallifrey (and andred asks for that to happen with him, which gives the implication that this is a thing that happens on occasion if it’s his first thought)

Time lords haven’t allowed temporal weapons technologies to proliferate around the universe

Arkadian is able to plug his phone into a time lord computer → i mean maybe he’s done something to it, but k9 can also interface with time lord technology, so it just seems that it is pretty compatible with other technologies

‘That’s monan space’ → the temporal powers have territories, i wonder what gallifrey’s is

‘Battle tardis delisted from the cia’s central registry’ → okay so does this mean that tardises are registered through the cia (would make sense for the whole tracking renegades and off planet affairs thing), or just battle tardises, i’m inclined to go with the former here

Biodata archive only has one entrance

Possible to remotely seal all door to the capitol (well when they have power)

Time scoops banned in all the 12 galaxies (wonder what those galaxies are), they were banned by the time lords (brax specifically wrote the legislation)

Biodata archive stores the genetic sequences of all living time lords in all their incarnations

Rumors of the time war existed around the universe before it actually started (also very interesting how these rumors were established before the event that causes the time war, at least from gallifrey’s perspective)

Wouldn’t have happened if pandora won the civil war, interesting how the time lords being more war like would have prevented the war

‘The symbiotic nuclei given by rassilon to the race’ → also said here that this is something that can be deactivated through genetic mutation (also this phrasing makes me wonder if it’s something they are born with or that they acquire when being given the title of time lord)

‘No more regenerations once it’s released’ ‘no more time lords’ ‘just people’ → regeneration is very tied into what makes the time lords the time lords

‘It is our longevity that has given our race its privileged position, that has enabled us to exercise the power we have, without that we’d be little more than human’ → time lords are as powerful as they are because they are old, they could only have achieved this power by having the time to establish it before the other temporal powers popped up (and also with the help of rassilon killing a bunch of people in the early universe)

‘Sterilize the species with this cure’ → another instance of them talking about getting rid of regeneration as if it would be the end of them, literally everything in how their society is built is dependent on them having extremely long lifespans

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Brian Matyas depicts Ahsoka Tano meeting Grogu and the Mandalorian on Corvus in a burnt out area that was once wooded. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode Five, The Jedi. Image from STARWARS.com

What does a name mean?

“Listen, kid. I love learnin’ all that cra… stuff about yer dad and the Jedi and whatever in the heck a holo whatever is, but what I asked ya was yer new friend’s name. All that history is great, fer someone else.”

Grogu sighed at Peli Motto. She had been paying rapt attention to the story he’d been telling her for hours. Now, she suddenly wanted to know Ta’lan’s name. Grogu had told her that name a whole bunch of times. 

“Buddy, do you call her Ta’lan, Mira, Muun, or Mom? I just wanna know what I should or shouldn’t call her. Sounds like she’s a tricky person to pin down.”

“Peli Motto, please call me Ta’lan. You have been very patient with Grogu and I appreciate that. Let me assure you, whatever name you choose to call me, I will answer.”

Grogu grinned as Peli fell silent and seemed truly calm for a change. He had noticed that his new friend had that affect on many people. Watching it happen to Peli was entertaining because it was such a dramatic transformation. Even now Peli was just standing there, holding a spanner loosely in one hand and staring at his friend like she was some sort magical being. It made sense. Ta’lan could use the Force and a lot of folks considered that magic, but Grogu never noticed her treating Ahsoka Tano, or Luke or anyone else like that. 

“Uh… sure. Thanks. Would you two like anything to eat? I got dung worms, fresh from the pile.”

Grogu nodded his head vigorously. Yum. He could count on Peli to know what was important.

“Thank you. Grogu would enjoy a bowl of them. You are very thoughtful. I will wait for the Mandalorian to join us. If you happen to have ferment available, I would appreciate a container of that.”

Grogu’s new friend spoke in a soft voice. It seemed to draw people closer to her and he sometimes wondered who had taught her that. It seemed like a very practical tactic to help people focus. He’d have to ask her about that when they had some privacy, which they never had. 

Grogu supposed that Ahsoka Tano was to blame for that. She didn’t like that her friend ‘Mira’ wasn’t exactly who she wanted her to be. Of course, Ahsoka Tano wasn’t exactly who he wanted her to be either.  They had both been at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant at the same time. They knew many of the same people, had the same masters, and how could anyone not remember ‘Mini-Yoda’? Personally, he didn’t really like that nickname, but everyone at the temple knew it. Everyone. 

But over time he’d realized that everyone who survived the temple’s fall had a different view of what they had been through. Between guilt, anger, confusion, loss, and everything else, Grogu had certainly forgotten a few people, mostly the ones who he’d never really known well to begin with. The janitor who must have been responsible for the back storage rooms in the garage where the speeder bikes were stored. The person who made sure that the power to the temple worked no matter what else was happening on Coruscant. The person in the laundry who kept Grogu’s coverall clean, even after Ian had spilled all that ink on it during a heated discussion on the values of maps and diagrams. 

He regretted not knowing them well enough to mourn them properly or even say ‘hello there’ should they bump into each other in some distant place far from the terror that forced them to part. He supposed, in many ways Ahsoka had fallen into that group as well and that had made things harder when they finally met on Corvus. 

If he put himself in her shoes, well, how would he have felt if he’d never noticed that a person he’d worked with during the Rebellion and after it turned out to be someone very different from who they thought they knew? Probably annoyed. Very annoyed really. He didn’t know if he could ever trust them again. But then what had Ta’lan told him? That as Mira she had to trust herself first? Maybe that was Ahsoka’s problem. Did she even trust herself? And if she didn’t, then could she trust anyone? Really?

“Grogu, you’ve grown very quiet. What are you thinking about?”

Ahh, so she hadn’t been ‘hovering’ in on his thoughts. His dad often accused her of that. She just told him that he thought to loudly. 

Grogu chirped a few choice words to her and waited for her response. It was a moment before she responded as she waited for Peli to bring him his dung worms and her ferment. 

“Being a spy is complicated. I did what I could do. That was not always what other people needed me to do. Ahsoka needed certainty and I tried to give her that for as long as I could. But you and your father need clarity. So I do not hide from you. You see who I am. Our friend here, Peli Motto, needs to know that she is appreciated for all that she is, particularly her generous nature. We can both appreciate her for that.”

Ta’lan was grinning as Peli was hanging on her every word. 

“That’s mighty nice of you to say. Do ya think ya teach Mando to do that? Even just a little? He is hard to help.”

Grogu giggled at that. Peli wasn’t wrong. His dad was hard to help, but Grogu was pretty sure that he’d met his match with Ta’lan Bet. 

“I think we can do that, after we all play some Sabacc. Grogu tells me you are an expert and it has been a good while since I’ve been able to sit back and just play a game.”

“Now I see why the kid likes you! Priorities in the right place. Just fair warnin’, I’m pretty good at the game. I wouldn’t want you to feel cheated if I won the entire time.”

Grogu laughed as Peli then did a double take. She didn’t usually admit to being that good at any game of chance. It put the ‘marks’ off the scent, or so she had told him more than once.

“I promise you, I will never be disappointed to watch a master at their work. The educational value alone is worth any credits at risk. According to Grogu you are a master and I am happy to sit at your feet and learn.”

Grogu thought he saw just a glimpse of a tear in Peli’s eye. She had certainly caught her breath for a moment and then rushed away to get the Sabacc cards. Ta’lan had said that Peli needed to be appreciated and what she said clearly made a difference to the mechanic with the beauty brown curls and sassy attitude. Grogu smiled as he realized that he could sit at her feet and learn these lessons as well. He just hoped his dad didn’t jealous. Words like that weren’t really his strong suit, but then if Grogu and Peli could learn, maybe Din Djarin could too? It would hurt to try… would it? No. Of course not. This is the Way.

[bluetooththereptile]

Musings on life (part one) (og)

Alright then, to my readers who I persume are mostly from the western side of the world, Hi, I'm blue, because I'm always blue, and I'm persian, with a very bad grammar in English and an obsession for the caped crusader and so on. What I'm going to write is neither fact nor fiction, it has roots in reality and is sprinkled with my wild imagination, but yes, where should I start?

Oh right, I've been working in my uncle's small grocery store lately, the old man has been sickly after taking to many puffs of his cigarettes that always have a very bitter lingering smell, and I've taken the job to run the shop since well, I needed the money. The store isn't that large, but it isn't small either, a two windowed store that sells both fresh goods and also other products in the other side of the counter, there is a shelf in front of the cashier's counter that stands on top of where most of the legumes are, (Today my back broke when I refilled the bean's container), and it has rows upon rows of shampoos and hair softners of brands that even I don't remember being in production line, and two of the rows are filled with different sizes of baby shampoos of a specific brand that always, ALWAYS, gets empty by the end of my shift which is by 4 am before morning prayer. On the topped rows are outdated olive oil bottles and a bear shaped baby shampoo bottle, coming from the era that using olive oil was the trend, these days people buy oils that are cheaper than the rest, no one cares about "healthy" stuff, unless they are bored or something.

On the counter which is filled to the brim with different cakes and donuts and candies, there is giant scale that works with stone measures, which by the sheer will of the God and my luck every measure is precise, cos we have a large digital scale beneath it as well haha! Got you there. The glass of the counter is covered with the names of the different people in the busy neighborhood that burrow items and had never come back to repay stuff, and from what I've seen about the customers that come and buy things from this place, I understand why my uncle just let them burrow those things, his head was more precious than the money spent on a few eggs.

There is an old radio that is always set on a very old cassette filled with songs from before the revolution, and it's sound for some reason never wavers or gets crooked, even though whatever speaker I buy is done for by the end of the night in the store, I think the building itself doesn't like new generation music or something. It's a pretty decent shop for a low middle class neighborhood that is close to the now dried river and the wheat silos, the good old silo neighborhood that was once so rife with violence that even the police didn't bother coming to break the fights. It's pretty tamed down these days, but still occasionally you get the strange customers here and there.

There is the shark Hasan, I don't know why the people call the poor one legged man that, they joke his leg was bitten off by a shark or something when I'm sure the old man hasn't even seen the sea in his lifetime, the guy sits by my uncle and they speak of olden times with him as they smoke those low quality blasted cigarettes, then there is the weird set of visitors that stumble into the store, smelling of too much cologne and perfume, buying the whole storage of nonalcoholic beer and leave. Then there is my own granny that by the will of her own power comes in with her walker, buying things before paying with coins, counting every single one and putting them on the counter, where does she find all of those coins no one knows.

It's a good experience you know, interacting with people and stuff, but let me share a secret with you, all of these people I've mentioned are all...dead. aside from my uncle, the poor guy is upstairs hooked to his breathing capsule.

Am I mad or something?

[orbital-inclination]

Do Rem and Molt celebrate Gyftmas? What presents do they get everyone and each other?

What a fun question! They do in fact! My answer got long, so I put it all under the cut~

Rem gravitates towards to giving everyone practical gifts. What he gives depends on their needs or what he thinks they’ll appreciate that year!

Things like a new knife sharpener, scabbard, or even a storage case for his growing knife collection for Killer.

New Kitchen stuff, cook books, or other such things for Horror.

Cross's gyftmas gift is one on one sword training from Rem himself, just the two of them, no interruptions. Other gifts might be: scrapbooks kits, a polaroid camera, film etc.

For Dust its new equipment for his chemistry experiments, notebooks for note keeping (and organizing his thoughts,) the secret password to a safe belonging to some poor Alphys' so Dust can help himself to whatever dangerous substance he's missing.

Molt's gifts are almost always sentimental. He will go off of gyftmas lists if stumped, but otherwise, he usually aims for something meaningful and surprising. Something he knows will make the other person happy, even if it's very, very silly or they didn't realize how happy asking for that particular thing would've made them. He's very good at this.

He will get funny hats for the stray cats Killer picks up. (one year, Molt gave Killer an actual kitten.) He's the one giving Error and Cross their favorite brand of chocolate. Oh, it might be a simple box one year. but the next he's found a chocolate shop that will make elaborate custom chocolate sculptures. It's a joke book for Horror. a recording of a tv show that will make Dust laugh but only mentioned he wanted the dvd/vhs for once. Molt is drawn to happiness. and Gyftmas is one of the few occasions he lets down his guard and indulges in the instinct he has for it.

As for what the brothers get each other...

Since Molt experiences the world mostly through sound, touch, and feelings, most of his gifts from Rem lean into that. audio books, books written in braille, music to listen to (vinyl or cassette), a new pillow or blanket for Molt's growing hoard, an elaborate fidget box enchanted to present a new puzzle every day

For Rem; its the next book in the serial he's reading, (limited edition, which Molt enlists Killer's help in getting) a new chess set, a telescope, a journal for cataloguing new stars, and so on.

And lastly, a mutual gift: a truce. Whatever fight or argument they might have had, it's put aside for the day.

[thewitchwannabe]

Sneaking in (ninja style!)

The plan was simple enough, sneak in, get any information they could find on whatever the purple dragons were building, get out. Master Splinter even accepted their little endeavor. And so Leona stood on the top of the rooftop with her siblings and their two human allies. The plan was simple; the four turtles would sneak into the mechanical shop that worked at one the dragon’s hideouts, to find anything as to what they are doing with the tech. Casey will provide the getaway distraction, while April oversees the whole thing through the security cameras around. Donny set April up with their laptop and a headset with a microphone, “you have 6 cameras to watch over, you can double click on any of them to freeze the video for a few seconds, but if everything goes right you won't even see us”. 

April nodded with a confident smile, Casey crouched next to his childhood friend to look at the screen. His mind seemed to get a thought as his lips pulled into a tight line trying not to say. “Jones, don't you dare” April warned, but it was completely ignored. “Oh my gawd it's just like fnaf!”, the vigilante said. The two humans burst out laughing, quickly joined by Mikey who also thought the joke was hilarious. Donny, Raph and Leona stood watching the scene, with mostly amused smiles. Leo walked closer, placing her hand on Mikey’s shell, “according to the research Donny made, the opening should be happening in a few minutes so we gotta get moving”, she said “Casey you stay with April until we give the signal, alright?”

“You got it, blue” The human boy said with a sly smile. Leo felt her cheeks warm up at the nickname, but quickly went back into leader mode, instructing her siblings to follow her. The four ninjas jumped from the window with practiced ease.

The back door of the mechanical shop opened revealing a rookie member carrying two trash bags. From the shadows of the alleyway, four pairs of white eyes watched the unaware guy as he opened the trash bin. A fast shuriken shot from the shadows, creating cuts in both bags, making all the contents spill onto the floor. Making use of the distracted guy and the unlocked door, the four turtles slipped inside the building. 

The building had two stories, one used for the actual mechanic stuff, having different cars and car pieces around the first floor. While the other was offices and storage rooms. Or at least that's what they appeared to be. In reality it was more like the purple dragon's little club house. Leo spotted about twelve guys scattered across the floor, with only three of them actually working on a green van.

Carefully the ninja made their way to the second floor. A hallway of doors in front of them, one of said doors busted open as a clearly intoxicated guy walked out. The guy didn’t even see the turtles as they quickly climbed onto the ceiling and into a vent. Making their way through the air ducts, they looked through and counted another 6 gang members chilling and drinking around the place. But nothing that looked important. That is until Raph signaled at the vent he was checking. It lead to a sort of office. Two figures stood inside, the bigger one, that Raph recognized as Hun talked loudly.

“Those Foot bastards are holdin’ up on us, only giving us Baxter used stuff.” The gang leader said picking up some sort of machine and throwing it against the wall.

The other guy was of a darker complexion, clearly fit but significantly smaller than the huge Hun. “I still don’t get why we need them, we’ve been doing perfectly fine on our own,” the guy said, not even flinching at Hun’s actions. 

“Cuz right now we’re only small pond fishes, Xever, but with the stuff those ninjas can get us, we’ll be able to expand even further” Hun explained rather angrily. 

The guy, Xever, rolled his eyes at Hun. “So did you have anything important to say or did you just come here to talk shit about our sponsors?” 

Hun narrowed his eyes at Xever, as he walked over to the smaller man. Towering over him he roughly pushed something none of the turtles could make out into Xever’s chest. “Shredhead wants to meet with us” he said “Don’t be late”

Xever looked as Hun walked out the room, before pocketing the object. “Whatever you say boss” he said before following behind the gang leader. 

The office room was left silent and completely abandoned. Donnie asked April to freeze the video of the room before the youngest turtle busted the vent and jumped down, quickly followed by his siblings. The room was filled with blueprints and what looked like unfinished prototypes. Donny quickly got to work scanning the blueprints, quickly followed by Mikey completely destroying them. Leo and Raph looked through the boxes finding similar machines as the ones they got with Casey. Once he was done, Donny tossed Mikey a tiny mic, “Place it somewhere they don't see it” they instructed. The orange banded turtle gave a joking salute and went to find the perfect spot.

Donny reached his other siblings inspecting two almost completed models of the robot depicted in the blueprints. “We’re taking those, it’s much more finished than the ones we have in the lair”, Leo gave a sharp nod and went to pack the robot and a few spare parts into boxes. Raph looked up at the vent they had used to get it, and then back at the rather large boxes. “I don’t think we’ll be able to fit those through the vents”. Mikey appeared suddenly leaning heavily against his younger brother, who tried to swat him away only getting a chuckle from the other turtle. “I think Raphie is right guys” he says finally letting go of his brother.

The older sibling looked at the vents and then back at each other, silently agreeing. They agreed that they were going to have to get out the “normal way”, aka actually using the hallways. But doing so while carrying two big and heavy boxes and not being spotted by the approximately 20 gang members inside the building was not exactly easy. Luckily they had a distraction at the ready. Leo pressed her fingers to the earpiece, “Hey Case, time to do your thing” she said. The line turned to static for a second before Casey’s voice resonated in Leo’s earpiece, “Roger that, preciosa”. Despite not knowing what he had called her, the playful tone of the vigilante’s voice made her face warm up. Her mask hiding the small blush that formed on her cheeks. 

April informed them that Casey, now decked out with his mask, hockey bag filled with sports equipment and a pair of roller blades, had gone out to the main entrance of the mechanic shop to rile up the gang, with somewhat disturbing efficiency. Easily getting Xever and the whole gang inside the building to come out. Which correlated to the turtles hearing how the people in the second floor ran out their respective rooms. Waiting a few seconds to make sure everyone was gone, the four ninja carefully slipped out of the office. As they reached the first floor, they noticed the garage door wide open. Outside stood the gang members surrounding Casey. The gang was rowdy and impatient, ready to jump on the teenage vigilante.

Xever held a hand up, telling his guys to calm down “Go home garoto, Hun is already gone, so no need to beat you up” he said.

“What's wrong? Not so tough without your boss around, huh?” Casey loudly teased. Xever stood in front of the vigilante with an annoyed look. 

“You do realize we drastically outnumber you right?” Xever asked

“You do realize half your guys are completely drunk right?” the vigilante retorted 

The turtles knew exactly where the human’s little conversation was going, so they got back to action. They were almost at the door they entered through, when Donny spotted the green van sitting in the workshop. “I got an idea, go help Casey!” Donny said, running to the van with one of the boxes. Quickly picking up on Donny’s idea, Leo dropped her own boxes next to the vehicle and instructed her brothers to follow her. As the turtles start making they way towards their friend Xever brings down his hand, telling his people to go at Casey. 

The vigilante used his rollerblades to quickly evade the attacks coming at him. Many of them were sloppy, and unrefined as they tried to fight their own intoxication. Pulling his hockey stick, Casey blocked and hit his opponents. But he became predictably outnumbered, as the gang came in closer. Suddenly a fast blur that knocked out several goons appeared before him. “You really do know how to make an entrance blue”, Casey said. The turtle turned to face her friend with a confident smile and both swords drawn. “Not just me”, she said and as clockwork two more figures joined them, Mikey and Raph beating their way to them. 

The four stood with their backs against each other as the dragons quickly surrounded them, everything stood still for a second before one of the goons yelled “Get them!” and the fighting resumed. The four vigilantes took on the onslaught of gangsters, while Donny worked on hijacking the van in the mechanic shop. Casey used his great variety of equipment to attack his opponents, keeping them at a hockey stick length, while he used his rollerblades to skate around them and place a solid hit. Mikey jumped around the battlefield, mocking and teasing the drunken goons, easily avoiding their sloppy attacks and returning fast and hard hits with his chucks. Raph stood closer to his brother, taking on the guys that were left stunted from a nunchuck to the face, using his sais to bring them down. Leona was elegant as always, moving light on her feet like a butterfly, swiftly disarming her opponents as well as assisting both her brothers and Casey when needed. 

Xever stood back watching the fight, finally seeing the turtle freaks Hun had told him about with his own eyes. He dodges a few of his stumbling men as they walk off the hits they got and makes his way to the center of the fight. He pushes his way through until he’s face to face with the masked vigilante one again. “So little Armando really is friends with freaks”, he said, taking a hold of the baseball bat heading his way. Casey immediately dropped the bat and fell to his knees allowing Leo to jump on his back to attack Xever. The sword managed to grace Xever’s leg as he moved out the way. The two teens stood side by side, Leo gripped her katana tighter as Casey pulled out a golf club. Xever looked around to see most of his guys laying on the floor semi unconscious. 

Just as he was weighing his options, from the open garage a van rolled out at max speed towards them. Making a large drift it surrounded the group and got behind Casey and the turtles. Behind the wheel was Donny and April who had made her way to the mechanic shop while everyone was distracted with the fight. Leo signaled for Mikey and Raph to get in the van. The younger turtles gave their opponents a final hit before quickly getting in through the van’s back door. Once his little siblings were aboard Donny shifted the gear into reverse and back away and onto the street at a somewhat moderate pace. 

Leo and Casey stood back not making sure they weren’t trying to follow them. Leona shot three shurikens at the guys trying to go for their own vehicles, while Casey rounded the still conscious goons with his skates. Xever could only look as the group of teens left his group in shambles. Leo looked back at the van seeing it a little further down the street with the back doors fully open. “Casey! let’s book it!”, she said, deming her opponents effectively defeated and her siblings at a safe distance. Both her and Casey started running after the van which slowed down a little after seeing them approaching. Using his rollerblades to move faster Casey caught up to Leo “Let’s go preciosa!”, in a swift move lifted her from the ground bridal style. Leo’s eyes went wide open and her face warmed up as the vigilante held her tighter. Casey made sure to turn his head back at Xever who was watching them get away, and stuck his tongue out mockingly. It didn’t take long for the two of them to catch up to the moving van. Casey dropped Leo inside as gently as he could and was quickly pulled up by the oldest turtle. 

They looked back at the mess of purple dragons laying in the street, Xever looking rather pissed. Casey could help but smirk at their handiwork, “Hey blue, wanna learn some spanish?” he asked. Leo looked at her human friend and nodded with an amused look. The vigilante took a deep breath and yelled “CHINGUEN A SU MADRE!”. From the front seat Leo heard April burst out laughing, quickly followed by Casey and her sibling. She copied Casey’s deep breath, and tried her best to repeat what Casey had said. Knowing very well it was most likely a curse word but not finding it in herself to care, as she was filled with adrenaline and joined the human’s laughter. Quickly followed by her siblings. She and Casey closed the van’s door, big smiles plastered on their faces. Leona felt her face warm up in a way that was becoming rather familiar as she laughed with Casey. The teens rode on their new van back to the lair to celebrate their successful mission.

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[cedar-sunshine]

soft intro for a new project!

As it says SOFT intro. all of this stuff is subject to change, I'd LOVE ur opinion on it!

No name for it currently, but it's about a group of criminals arrested for crimes against the government being sent on an Australia type mission in a sci-fi space setting- around 100 of them, with consent, are sent into a 'sleep' (possibly through the freezing thing but yk whatever. It's futuristic who cares, I'll figure it out later) and set to go on a 150-year-long journey to a superhabitable planet that's being considered for a human colony (it has a breathable atmosphere and a relatively young star). Unfortunately, humanity (along with a couple other species from near us in the galaxy) figures out a faster method of space travel about 20 years after the journey starts, and the Australia type mission is forgotten about. 32 years before their mission should have landed on the colony, something goes wrong with the ship and the AI is forced to make an emergency crash landing on a nearby habitable planet. Only nine (<- in the works) people survive the crash, and those are our main characters!

Its found family/sci fi/survival stuff, I'm very fond of most of the characters and the general aesthetic.

The main characters so far are:

Carbon (he/they)

The leader of an anti-government group that led attacks on infrastructure and weapons storage units, etc. He's the oldest at 32 (younger is safer for the 'sleep' process), mostly human, and kind of ends up as a begrudging father/older brother to all the college-aged kids they decided to put on this mission. He's easily the most responsible in the group due to his old job, but he can be cold and impersonal, or too controlling. He has a prosthetic leg (from just above the knee) and hand, both amputated from diabetes. He doesn't sleep with them on, but he uses them for more intricate things and to maim people with if necessary.

Altar (he/she)

Half human, half squid guy, brightly colored pilot. She murdered a handful of corrupt government officials with help. He has tendrils in place of hair, which are a little thicker than your average air strand, have nerves, and have a bit of motion (not prehensile, but they get tense and sort of hover a little when he's stressed). Adhd as hell, high energy and fun. She doesn't really take much seriously, which can be annoying to work with. Second youngest at 17. They use forearm crutches.

Palace/Lace (any)

Synthetic (robot basically) with their intelligence in a small 'skull' that controls a large mass of tiny metal orbs to act as their body. He can manipulate both shape and color at will, and prefers to have a smooth form with rose, white and gold coloring. Pretty self centered and arrogant, but honest and uplifting. She's definitely sure that she's better at everything than everyone, but that doesn't mean they're not good! Or at least okay, compared to him. Smuggler. I think they're 20.

Olive (they/them)

Human engineer/mechanic who, on earth, would go on tours of government buildings and inspect them for a few days before figuring out how they worked and sending the blueprints to groups which would destroy them. They don't talk much, preferring to think thoroughly, but they often forget that they're supposed to talk after thinking and just start doing things without saying what they're doing. They're autistic and 19, and chronically covered in oil stains.

Lazuli/Laz (she/her)

Half plant person, half human. Mostly made up of different microplants. Photosynthesizes. Diplomat (officially) and hacker (why she got arrested). She can't speak (no vocal cords or mouth, she just needs sun and water) but she can process vibrations into speech. She uses sign language and teaches it to those in the group who don't know so they can communicate with Hermes. Calm, rational, and likes being in control of all situations. She's the youngest in the group at 16 and finds it very hard to admit that she's not ready to take on both surviving on an unknown planet and acting like an adult.

Hermes (he/him)

Transmasc deaf space pirate. Due to some bullshit ableism in the system and a lot of miscommunication and purposeful lack of accurate translation for him, he was put on the mission without consent and is dealing with a lot of grief for the beginning of the story, which affects a lot of people's veiw of him. He's quiet and warm, and prefers to sit in silence without talking and just experience others being around him than engage in conversation. 18.

Halcyon/Halcey (he/him)

Biologist and bioengineer, very excited about plants. He specializes in xenobiology (understanding how newly discovered plants that aren't from earth or other well known and populated plants work) and genetic engineering of plants. He made bioweapons (which is decently clear by now I hope). He's sort of silly, like if a Pokémon professor was 24 and mostly an alien. He's very sweet and just. So hyper about plants and biology.

Civet (she/they)

Half human, half 'ferox' (basically a fossa or civet type humanoid) with more ferox traits. Long term government plant and spy. Hot headed, fun and protective of the younger kids (she's 21). She's fully prepared to become a problem at any provocation and is probably one of the people who starts the most fights in the group. She's very sweet to the kids, though. She's basically their older sister.

Bardiche/Bard (they/any)

Mostly synthetic/mecha person (human base), they've got RAD legs (like if T Rex legs were muscley and agile and also have big cool talon feet) and a prehensile tail with a polearm tip (due to weird nerve stuff with synthetic parts, they can't feel it and need to grab it in their hand to stab people). She also has big forearms with armor plates and some spikes (same with their legs) and claws, plus cool horns. They're very sweet and gentle and really insecure (not abt the synthetic parts he KNOWS he's rad) and they're a former mercenary/assassin (that's why they got the murder mods). They're great and I love them. They're like 7 feet tall or something, their jump height is insane.

lmk if you want to hear more about this!

[yardsards]

sir you must tell me everything about adamellie at your earliest convenience.

as well as perhaps a visual depiction via art or picrew???

goobnight

okay so here is a picrew of her i made bc i have art block (it's not perfect like i think her hair is curlier than this, and i'm still unsure on certain details or her clothes, but Close Enough)

and here's an adventurer's bible style character sheet:

full name: adamellie of the house of wynd

age: 47

race/gender: half elf, half half-foot / female

birthplace: the southern central continent 

relatives: father, mother (likely deceased), step-mother, half-sister

build: 120 cm, 22 bmi

likes: custard, oysters

dislikes: anything with a visible face (i.e. fish heads)

first death: treasure insects

(though some of this may be subject to change, especially her age. half-elves tend to mature at unpredictable rates and idk what maturity timeline i like best for her. maturity-wise she's in her early 20s, though. like, she is definitely an adult but her prefrontal cortex isn't quite done cooking yet)

okay so adamellie's existence kinda came from three main different thoughts

1: the corpse collectors/revival office are fascinating, i wonder what other kinds of financial exploitation can occur in the dungeon, like "pay for my services or you will literally die without them" situations

2: teleportation magic is interesting, especially those scrolls like mr tansu used. i wonder how someone could take advantage of those sorts of mechanics in a story that is so much about traversing a physical space

3: we see half-elves that are half-tallman. and the adventurer's bible mentions that tallmen can have fertile offspring with ogres or half-foots, as can gnomes with dwarves. i wonder what other combinations could exist

so adamellie's thing is like. so teleportation scrolls work like this, right?

well she basically saw the "this technique shouldn't be used unless absolutely necessary" and was like "hm yeah but what if i did anyway?" (it's risky and dubiously legal but that ain't stopping her)

she's got a few storerooms on the surface that she packs absolutely full of adventuring supplies. mostly food and drinks and medicine and mana herbs, but a couple spare bedrolls and clothes and weapons and whatnot as well.

she's got a teleportation scroll hooked up to each of her storerooms, and when she needs something, she just unfurls one of her scrolls, reaches in, and pulls whatever she needs out from her storeroom. it's not quite a bag of holding, but it's pretty damn close

it's a pretty unstable technique, but miraculously she's managed to not die or lose any limbs from this method yet, so she sees no reason to change it. the main mishaps she's encountered thus far are

1: on occasion, the scroll she carries with her randomly loses connection with the storeroom it's linked to, meaning she loses access to about a quarter of her inventory. sometimes she's able to reopen it, but doing so is very costly in terms of time and mana, so she typically just counts it as a loss for this trip. this has happened many times

2: a few times, she's gone through the scroll, either to escape a dangerous situation or to try and grab something from deep in the storeroom, and the portal closed behind her. this meant she was forced to exit through the storeroom's actual door and return to the surface many weeks before she had planned

3: she found a corpse on a lower floor while she was out of mana, so she put it in one of her storerooms for safekeeping until she could recover her mana and revive him. the scroll failed while the body was in there, meaning the corpse was no longer part of the dungeon and was just in some random storage closet on the surface, so the guy was unrevivable. oopsie daisies! (she only made this mistake once but it was a real mess)

4: thieves on the surface broke into a couple of her storerooms, breaking the spell (and stealing her stuff). she's been very careful to avoid this since then, using very strong locks on the physical doors of the storerooms.

despite the risks though, this is a pretty effective strategy in a dungeon where one of the biggest obstacles is your access to supplies. so what is she doing with it? is she an invaluable asset to some party hoping to defeat the mad mage? nah.

she's not sure she believes in the golden kingdom prophesy (and she thinks other monetary ventures like gold stripping, monster-culling, and selling research are all oversaturated markets). and she thinks that a party would just slow her down and attract unnecessary monster attention (and take a cut of her profits) anyway. she's just in the game to make a quick buck with her unique strategy.

she is a merchant, selling wares from her storerooms to desperate adventurers on lower floors, for absolutely exorbitant prices. it's not like they're in any position to haggle food prices when they're starving, after all. (she also does occasional healing or resurrection magic when she finds someone injured or dead, demanding high fees afterwards. if they refuse to pay, she says "okay, then do you want me to undo what i just did and injure/kill you again?" (she is absolutely bluffing. she sucks shit at fighting.) and if someone cannot afford to pay her in the moment, she makes them sign a contract that they'll repay her later, and puts a tracking charm on them)

she plays it fast and loose in the dungeon, traveling alone and spending a lot of time in lower floors. she uses her stealth skills, supplemented with magic, to sneak past monsters. when she's in a really dangeous situation (whether because a monster noticed her, or because an adventurer got Really Mad at her) she'll hop through one of her scrolls to the safety of her storerooms.

every couple months (or more, often if/when her scrolls fail) she returns to the surface to restock her storerooms and reset/repair/replace her teleportation scrolls. then, once that's done, she returns to the dungeon, trying to reach the lower floors again as quickly as possible.

she calls herself heroic, bringing food to the starving and reviving people at levels that most corpse retrievers often avoid. adventurers have mixed feelings on her. on one hand, running into her when you're in need can be a literal life saver. on the other hand, she is exploiting people while they're at their lowest

i will tell more about her and her backstory and family later bc it is A Doozy and this post is already insanely long lol (update: backstory has been added via reblog)

[omegaremix]

Lindenhurst.

I lived in Brentwood for much of my timeline; mostly at my childhood home and later moved down the road not too far away post-Stony Brook. The latter move was a result of me refusing to move down to Myrtle Beach with my parents. I never had any desire to leave New York State and I never had enough of visiting New York City. Around the time, the economy plundered. I went broke and applied for the first job opportunity that was open in order to survive. I had no idea that place would ruin me. For most of the time at the second Brentwood residency, I wasn’t feeling 100% because of constant targeting of management and their crony co-workers. It took me a while to get back on track and eventually whatever I lost I gained back and more. I discovered a few key artists that made me see the light. I got back into broadcasting with a new radio show, and I finally re-united with Cath- whom I haven’t seen in a few years due to her addiction and sordid history.

But, some things turn sour that’s not your fault. Ma’ commits suicide and your dad ends up moving back in with you. You end up working two jobs without a day-off in near vicinity. Cath-’s #1 dies of a heroin overdose and she cuts off all ties from you with absolutely no reason given. Your unemployed gamer landlord doesn’t put in his fair share of rent and utilities, so you end up with no internet and you’re literally freezing because there’s no running heat or hot water for all of winter. Of all the major events going on, that final one had my bro- take notice. He was living with his lady and their first-born in Lindenhurst. He felt so bad learning I was living with no utilities that he not only offered me to move in with him to Lindenhurst but also into a new house. I shouldn’t say ‘offered’. He told me so. Sure. I wasn’t complaining.

I had about a week to pack up all the loose ends and was told to take out all my records, discs, cassettes, VHS tapes, and DVDs from the drawers and throw them in giant bins. Him and his friends managed to lift all the furniture up out of the old Brentwood residency and into the new one in Lindenhurst. It was my duty to take some of the smaller boxes of personals to stuff in the trunk, back seat, and passengers’ seat of my car.

I’d be leaving behind the un-mopped dingy floors, the eventual basement floods, and the other disused soot-ridden rooms which the former random inhabitants lived in. One ‘neighbor’ who lived in the adjacent room from me came home on the weekends totally wasted that he collapsed face first on the floor as soon as he walked in. He almost caused a house fire by forgetting the bag of popcorn he was cooking in the microwave. And the best one – get ready for this - was when a fully nude lady almost walked into my room. It was his prostitute looking for him. Jesus Fucking Christ.

I went to work and was told by my bro- that everything would be moved in the same day, so just come to the new house in Lindenhurst. I had no idea how good I had it. My new room was up on the second floor and triple the size of my previous one. Carpeted floors. Windows that faced the peeking sun. Low-flying passenger jets. A wider, larger closet space, and a pair of smaller doors revealing an attic for storage. Plus, being in Lindenhurst meant that three record stores were in near vicinity: West Babylon’s Looney Tunes, Amityville’s High Fidelity, and Massapequa’s Infinity Records. Lindenhurst had quickly become a favorite place to live in.

I arrived from work on a sunny 70* Sunday. June 1st to be exact. Most of what I kept from my childhood home and the previous residency came with me to Lindenhurst such as a gumball machine, my gramma’s Lafayette LR-810 receiver, and a massive Philips 24” CRT TV that would paralyze anyone attempting to lift it. All of it was there and a few boxes of my audio / video library. I wasn’t interested in unpacking. Not just yet. Our wi-fi network was set-up. That was the most important thing to me. I haven’t had consistent wi-fi in six months. The first thing I looked up was to see how Cath- was doing despite her taking everything we had and throwing out the trash as if it was nothing. Good news: she’s started a new life solo in Arizona and has been clean for one month.

The first finds to mark my new stay in Lindenhurst? Someone had posted Pharmakon’s “Xia Xinfeng” where her murderous screams break through a fully-running frigidly cold hum. I was sold instantly. The vinyl-finds groups lead me to Mass Production and Peter Brown; soul-jazz and pop respectively. I stuck with the L.I.E.S. label after fully enjoying Ron Morelli’s solos for a quite a while, all released through Dominick Fernow’s Hospital Productions. His label compilation, Music For Shut-Ins, supplied Samantha’s Vacation, Svengalisghost, and Legowelt. Omar Souleyman started gaining a name for himself in the states. Experiencing “Kell Il Banat Inkhatban (All The Girls Are Engaged)“ is truly something. I never heard keyboards go that crazy. Then we have WUSB’s own Alice, dee-jay of Nightmare Aquarium. Without her, I wouldn’t have known who Ariel Pink and William Onyeabor were. I credit her for introducing me to the magically sublime Black Marble.

Nary did I have a day off during that Summer I moved in. I could only count four…maybe six total. The electronics place finally gave me full time, double-dealing between that and part-time at the Italian market. The only stand-out moment I had during the hotter months was getting lost somewhere in the sunny woodsy section of Mastic looking for Nicole’s residency which I did find an hour late. Nowadays, one listen to A Different Arrangement instantly takes me back to those June Sundays.

Autumn came. The days were getting cooler and darker. Driving past Argyle Pond coming home from work became a staple memory with synthwave vibes of “Fright Night” from Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti forever attached to it. Hospital Productions gave me another artist to savor in the Italian-based Ninos Du Brasil  with their dying-hot exotic techno sounds. Suicideyear would be distinct to the season and to Lindenhurst alone which makes their sound personal in my book. Another neighborhood memory, Dual Action’s “NC-17 Drive In”, is forever intertwined to the Autumn soul. Our WUSB hip-hop dee-jay Dr. Ceus played me SpaceGhostPurrp’s “Mystical Maze” adding another bookmark in this asterisk time. Mono/Poly’s “Alpha Omega”, Lussuria’s “Mondo Narcotico” and “Keys To Unlock Paradise (Roman Showers)” from American Babylon,Function & Vatican Shadow’s Games Have Rules, the obscure Axxa/Abraxas’ “Waiting Daze”, and selections from The Bug’s Angels & Devils left their imprints on another feel-good season at Lindenhurst.

Before I knew it, my streak of 83 straight days of work was finally broken a few days before Thanksgiving. I came to visit the market for my hours to see that I was written out of the grid. Week after week it became a normal occurrence. I’ve been giving them my other hours in time without fail but now no more results. No discussion, no rhyme or reason why. I was let go without any notice. It was a blessing, however. A soft end to six years of non-stop belittling, boys-club behavior, and endless soul-torturing has finally been put down to die.

Winter was where things started to get fucked for discoveries; like the ‘parenthesis’ in an equation. My ex- Yenny is leaving for Lima and she’s asked me to house-sit for her in Hauppauge. A two-week stay meant all music discoveries default there. A residency inside a residency. Before and after, XXYYXX’s only full-length and two finds from the Ze label Xmas Record, Suicide’s “Hey Lord” and Alan Vega’s “No More Christmas Blues” are embedded in those frosty, chilly Winter days back in Lindy-. The latter two would be put on pause as I walked a couple of blocks to the bagel place for a heavy baked breaded breakfast.

Then came a March announcement from my bro-: we’re moving to Ronkonkoma. This was unexpected. He was excited to start a new point in his life. His lady was expecting their second child and wanted something even nicer than what we have. There was no issue with where we lived. I had none and truly wanted to stay longer. But, what my bro- was selling us on that we’d upgrade from the slightly crowded residential streets, noise-polluting airplanes, and highways across every direction for a gentler, calmer, at-peace setting of historical context, well-manicured lawns, trails, veteran’s parks, and a 4.5 square-mile scenic lake. To me, Ronkonkoma was Record Stop on Portion Road, punk luminary Jimi LaLumia’s Record Connection on Hawkins Road, and what used to be Lakeside’s bar where I’d go for some small-scale but breakout-violent local hardcore shows. Other than LaLumia, none are still standing. It’s a new decade now; far away from the community-college shows and record-buying jaunts from the Stony Brook era. We had up until May 1st   to get everything together. The Lindenhurst finds dwindled down to nothing, and all the discoveries found that Spring ended up at the current residency we’re at now. It was time to say goodbye to my old furniture: the twin-sized bed, the old bookshelves, dressers, drawers, the gumball machine, and the Lafayette that was losing its functionality. We left all the small stuff in front of the gate and left the furniture behind. Goodbye Lindenhurst and hello Ronkonkoma.

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I can tell you that my very first experience in the new neighborhood was delightful and exotic. We were only a few blocks away from the new house. My dad had me pull up to our neighborhood 7-11 for his daily coffee. I grab a pack of Hostess chocolate cupcakes and behind the counter I see the perfect ginger. Bright long copper hair, brown eyes, freckles, and all of pale skin. Jackpot. She was a sight to be seen.

There was a line of five people in front of us with two registers open. Dad was more than ready to sip his coffee but was getting restless as the scalding hot was wearing off. Lucky for me, the young Indian kid took care of him. I put my Hostess on the counter for the ginger to ring up. She was quiet, expressionless. Tired, bored, introverted? Who knows. Who cares. She made quick work of my purchase and I was two more cupcakes happier. The day was off to a great start. I didn’t believe people like her existed.

She was my very first memory at the new neighborhood. I still remember her to this very day. There’s some faces you never forget.

Pharmakon “Xia Xinfeng”

Mass Production “Slow Bump”

Atari Teenage Riot “Modern Liars”

Peter Brown “For Your Love”

Black Marble A Different Arrangement

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Schnitzel Boogie”

Purling Hiss “Don’t Even Try It”

Omar Souleyman “Kell Il Banat Inkhatban (All The Girls Are Engaged)“

Poly Styrene (as Mari Elliott) “Silly Billy”

L.I.E.S. label Music For Shut-Ins (2013)

Carbonas “September Gurls”

Predator “Honest Man”

Run The Jewels “Blockbuster Night Pt. 1”

Arca “Thievery”

Broadcast “Goodbye Girls”

Ariel Pink “Put Your Number In My Phone”

Ninos Du Brasil “Pandiero Sinchinsa”

NeruvianDOOM “Disastrous”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments “Please Hear My Plea”

Suicideyear “Hope Building A”

Hussy, The “EZ-PZ”

Carbonas “Frothing At The Mouth”

Krewe Of 77 “Three’s A Crowd”

Ekoplekz “Robert Rental”

Wara From The NBHD “Squeal (Peel Off)”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Fright Night (Never More)”

Mono/Poly “Alpha & Omega”

Casket Girls, The “Chemical Dizzy”

Bug, The “Void”

Suicideyear “Rememberance”

Standish / Carlyon “2 5 1 1”

Vereker “Rosite”

Ninos Du Brazil “Tuppelo”

SpaceGhostPurrp “Mystikal Maze”

Dual Action “NC-17 Drive In”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments ”Turntable Battlefield”

Bug, The “Swarm”

Suicideyear “I Don’t Care About Death Because I Smoke”

Travis Porter “Do A Trick” (Suicideyear RMX)

Ninos Du Brasil “Rebanho Espetacular”

Lussuria “Mondo Narcotico”

Function & Vatican Shadow Games Have Rules

Axxa/Abraxas “Waiting Daze”

Lussuria “Keys To Unlock Paradise (Roman Showers)”

Blossom Dearie “Sunday Afternoon”

XXYYXX “Witching Hour”

Alan Vega “No More Christmas Blues”

Suicide “Hey Lord”

XXYYXX “Fields”

[pbandjesse]

Sweetp just knocked down the Christmas tree and broke an ornament. Upset James pretty bad. It's all cleaned up now and the important ornaments didn't get broken so that's in good. The string we had tying the tree down broke but we have some stronger ties now. Hopefully it doesn't go down again.

Today was a pretty good day. I was really looking forward to walking around IKEA with Jess. But that was later. I had the whole morning still.

I slept fine. I had a lot of dreams. James said goodbye to me and I was half asleep until 830. I guess because they took Thanksgiving off the construction workers were working on the cafe on the corner all day. And I don't mind construction noises but they were yelling. For hours. They are adding the siding to the building and they were just shouting from the cherry picker to the ground people. And it was so obnoxious. Stop yelling!!! It was literally the entire morning, and when I got back from IKEA they were still yelling and continued to do so until the sun went down. Horrible and annoying.

So that wasn't something I could sleep through. I got up and took a shower. I washed my hair and tried using heat and a round brush to style it but I ended up absolutely hating it. I have to many layers on top and none on the inside so I have sort of a jelly fish head when it's straight and I just hated it. I tried a few things. Even trimming it. But I felt so bad about it and was not having a good time at all. I would end up putting it up and just trying not to think about it.

I was honestly just uncomfortable today. In my outfit and my skin. I was just not having the best time but I tried to do other stuff to not focus on that.

I started the dishes and made leftovers for breakfast. I chilled with sweetp. And put some stuff away. I mostly just chilled. It was a nice morning. And I was excited to see Jess.

She let me know when she was leaving and her ETA was noon. So since the ikea is only 20 minutes away I planned on leaving at 1130. I ended up feeling really annoyed with my hair and tried to trim it again. Then switched purses. Then had to sew a hole in my tights. I put new food out for Crabcake. And it was still only 1120. So I left anyway.

Jess would get stuck in traffic for a long time. Just bad bottlenecking on the highway. But that was fine. While I waited in the parking lot for her I would pluck my eyebrows a little. And moved the stuff around in the back of the car so that there would be space for whatever I bought.

My plan was to buy two book cases for the guest room. With shelves as a backup option. I also needed to get some cubes for baby clothes storage. Jess was looking for peg board accessories and a specific bracket for shelves.

We had a semi successful trip. No bookshelves but I was able to get shelves. And the cubes I wanted. Plus some bowls. Jess got a few peg board accessories but no brackets. Even though the website claimed they had them. Heartbreaking.

But first we would go to the cafe. I don't remember ever eating at this one, and I think only at a different IKEA once. Jess got plant based meatballs and I got a piece of cake and fries. We both got Mac and cheese. It was fun. It was also just nice to talk to her. Get all the context for things she's texted me. Someone tried to break into her parents house? Work stuff??? And I told her about my brother and how horrible everything feels. We talked a little about baby but she was not the main topic. There was just a lot of heavy stuff. But it felt better talking it out.

We had fun walking around. They had the fake rooms decorated for Christmas which was really cute. It was fun just looking at stuff. I was having a good time. Though one guy almost hit me with his cart multiple times!!! It was like he was doing it on purpose and it was driving me insane.

I really enjoyed looking at the kids section, which I haven't looked at a ton before. We don't really need anything right now but it was still fun for future ideas.

We would go through the warehouse and found the boxes and some bowls. Jess got a very very tiny Christmas tree for her desk at work. We were disappointed in the lack of bookcases and her brackets. I pivoted and found an acceptable replacement shelf and bracket for me. And she would go to Lowe's and found something reasonable for her project.

It was funny that I needed 12 brackets though. It just seemed like so many in the cart.

We checked out the as is section. The same man almost hit me with his cart again!!!! Stop!!! And then this family was asking their toddler if he wanted the big bear plushie or the cat. And then when he chose the bear we watched them walk to the check out, and take the bear and the car away from him and put them back on the shelf and said maybe next time. And of course he completely melted down. Like what would you do that?? You basically told him to pick, and I watched this whole interaction and they were really asking him and he wasn't giving an answer for a bit and finally he did and you still took it from him?? That's so mean!! Ugh.

We had to take a moment to download the IKEA app so I could get my membership card. And then we checked out. No problem. The cashier was nice. I came under budget and so did Jess. We did an excellent job.

We decided to get another snack. Jess got a frozen yogurt and I got a hotdog. It would end up hurting my stomach but it was fine. We sat and chatted. But soon it was time to go. Jess had other errands to run, and I was just super appreciative that she came all the way to my Ikea. Love her so much.

I let James know I was on the way home now. And when I got back home I used my wagon to bring everything in. It was surprisingly cold today. I wore my new coat and it was pretty cozy. Not to warm but I really love the silhouette so I can still wear it inside. Pretty excellent.

I was happy to be home. And I would spend time putting the brackets on all the shelves. I asked James to help me hang them later on. I actually measured all the brackets so the would be the same and was pretty proud of myself for doing it correctly. And once that was done and I cleaned up all the trash I brought the recycling downstairs and then went back for the cube storage I build yesterday.

I took that to the basement. Not sure how it's going to get used yet but it's something for now. I have an idea but nothing specific yet. I will probably do a basement reset before the end of the year and I can change how our decorations are stored or out hardware/took stuff is stored. I'll figure it out. But for now it's just to the side.

I went to lay upstairs. And wait for James to get home. When they did they looked so tired. They would unload the dishwasher and start the laundry. But then came and helped with the brackets. They actually used anchors and we had exactly enough. I will have to get more ASAP. It took a while but James and me worked together and I am really happy with them. I moved a bunch of knickknacks to them but they will probably be temporary. It was just nice to have a place to put things. We tidied up the room and James went downstairs to make a pizza.

I would eventually join them downstairs. Laid on the couch. They put some spring rolls in the oven for me. And we laid together and watched TikToks. We joked and laughed and it was just really nice being together.

Mom texted me and let me know that my brother is off the ventilator and is awake but loopy. Positive. I hope he quickly becomes more coherent because I need to hear him telling me he's okay. And that he's going to work towards healing himself. I really really am hoping to hear him soon.

I would go upstairs and took a shower. And when I got out I was sitting in bed when I heard the tree go down and James yell. I came downstairs to help clean up. Thankfully the ornament James and me chose for our baby didn't break. Just one that is shaped like a balloon. A shame but not emotionally weighted. James cleaned up the broken pieces while I worked on strapping the tree better to the wall. Hopefully that holds up.

James and me are in bed now. Waiting for the dryer to finish the last load. And I am ready to just rest.

Tomorrow we have the morning together. And then James is going to a football game. And I will hang out here. And hopefully just have a good day.

I hope you all do to. I love you all. Goodnight!

[capricioussun]

Hello! I love your papyrus headcanons and your art of them! Do you have any extra fun facts about Lace or Void?

Ty!!! That's so kind of you to say 🥺💖 extra fun hmmm

I'm not sure how fun these are per se, but Void is incredibly self sufficient! You accumulate quite a lot of knowledge from traveling and living on your own, so he's got survival skills for just about any terrain, most situations, medical know how for humans and monsters alike. You name it, he probably has at least some knowledge on it, even space crafts! But day to day he mostly puts those skills to use in much simpler ways – mending clothes, fixing armor and weapons, gardening, food preservation, weather prep, etc etc etc

Loves sitting out in nature and just relaxing. The rare times he isn't hurrying off to whatever's next, if he really truly just relaxes for a moment, one of his favorite places to be is lakeside on the surface in a peaceful universe, listening to the water, the creatures, feeling the breeze. If he wasn't so paranoid, that'd be the best place for him to sleep.

At various points throughout time, Void essentially winds up "fostering" a number of people while they're displaced, until he or his allies can return them home or find them a new one. Non-canonically, this includes Abstract and Cosine, canonically, it also includes a Chara variant who goes on to wind up an "outcode" ally as well. Once they're an older teen, they decide to head out on their own to find their place in the multiverse (though they do make time to check on Void now and then)

Doesn't watch tv or movies anymore, so most of his knowledge is extremely outdated or very random. It's hard to keep track of what's popular in which universe for every generation!

He keeps everything genuinely gifted to him until it's worn away by time. He’s fairly adamant about only using the void to preserve a very few important things. Besides, most gifts are made to be loved, not last forever.

He would never voice it, but he’s always a little charmed by all the differences across the multiverse. Even two AUs that should be nearly identical will still have their quirks, and after a while, they become so pronounced. Truly, everything is unique in one way or the other.

As for Lace...

He's one of those anomaly type extroverts. He's popular and usually quickly recognized wherever he goes, but most don't know much about him beyond how friendly he is, and he seems to slip from the mind when he’s not actively around. It's almost like he only exists when in plain view and then disappears the moment he’s gone, but few think on it long enough notice...

He does love cats, but he loves dogs probably almost as much! Absolutely the type of person animals are naturally drawn to as well.

He doesn't really paint or draw so much like the others, but on the occasion he does it's usually very colourful and abstract. It comes across very...raw, and despite seemingly like it should evoke a happiness or energy based on the colours and usual naturey landscape subjects, they come across rather melancholy.

He knows a lot about self care, and that means he knows a lot about how to take care of others! He gives incredible massages, and would have the best advice to help almost anyone unwind after a long day, and may even lend a helping hand himself if they're close enough <3

Has 9 million pictures on his phone. All his storage is always being eaten by pictures of anything and everything. Cute animals or bugs he saw out, clothes that inspired him, flowers, trees, clouds of all types, the sky, the stars, nice drinks hes gotten while out, interesting buildings. Anything, you name it, there's sooo many pictures and he needs all of them.

Similarly to Edge and Void, he loves hair, loves doing hair, playing with it, but he also loves doing makeup, nails, all that sort of stuff! I guess in general he likes treating the body like a canvas, loves how customizable it is!

Bonus lace doodle from Langolyn’s ref below the cut

[collectiondirectory]

Welcome to my collections!

+ ABOUT

Due to a lack of apps that would really help me keep tabs on what I have, I'm making a blog to help! If there's one thing you need to know about me it's that I love stuff - especially plushies and figurines. Here I intend to sporadically post images of different collection pieces with a little blurb about what it is, how I got it, and whatever else I can think of. Since I love stuff and end up collecting things in waves throughout the years I have quite a bit. Please keep in mind that these items have been acquired over 29 years.

Be that as it may, this won't be covering every single collection I have. Nor will I be having a regular posting schedule. I may upload a few things at once or just every once in a while. A lot of why I'm doing this is because some things have been in storage so long I have no idea what I even have and I want to reconnect with it.

This blog may also change names from time to time because I don't know if I've settled on the name officially or not.

+ IS THIS STUFF FOR SALE?

It's also important to note that none of this stuff is for sale. Again, merely documenting what I have and I figure others may find an interest :)

+ WHY TUMBLR?

This is one of the few social media platforms that is still cool and likes photos.

+ WHAT ARE YOUR COLLECTIONS?

Great question! My current focus on what I'll showcase here are the following

Breyer Model Horses (tagged as #Breyers, #Breyer Horses, #Breyer Model Horses, #Breyer, #Breyer(insert size) )

Beanie Babies (mostly the classic ones) (tagged as #Beanie Babies)

More may be added, but only time will tell!

As for now for this pinned post, I think that's all. If I think of any more important info for this makeshift FAQ post I'll do an update on it.

For now, enjoy the posts!

[skyeateyourdonuts]

im gonna ramble

so basically heres my cleaning ramble: i was inspired by some comments made by someone who stayed at my house for a while to do some reorganizing and i finally got around to it bc i finally have a weekend for it. i went through a bunch of stuff and got right of things finally and downsized a lot of things to create more spaces for current hobbies. i could just stare at my cooset rn and feel satisfied thats how good i did. i wish i had different forms of storage and was able to do the garage reorganizing but thats for another time. besides, this clean took me about 6 1/2 hours and theres now a box in the hrage of v specific cosplay items from when i used to do it and if i wanna get back into it, the box is there and if not well the box is there to get rid of then. im p happy about that. so another time ill get to the garage but im pleased w my activity.

my next ramble: been messing up my speech a lot lately and its really strange to me. ill say a word and it wont be the one that fits the sentence or was even on my mind. it wont even contribute to the situation or topic at all. and unfortunately its been happening with things im supposed to remember too like my brain will swap a bunch of words and topics and info under one persons file and throw them into another. so like rhe other day i almost brought up that this one person hated grilled onion and it was halfway out of my mouth before i realized that that was wrong. the same has also happened for pronouns and thats really unfortunate bc i like to think im correct about those and theyre not hard to fuck up. unfortunately theyve been scattered amongst each other, mostly for people i havent seen in a while but its also for ones that are in the closet in puble and/or are trying new pronouns. my standard is they/them is im unsure so i still have a back up jic but its REALLY bad when im saying the wrong NAME in conversation. im really not sure. i think my speech and my reading are connected as well as whatever tv show im interested in. so gotta work on that and maybe experiment with new media. also talk to myself more.

next ramble: i miss phone calls. idk why people dont like phone calls. i LOVE phone calls like i love the breathing the laughter the yapping and esp the silence like knowing someone is sharing silence wirh u feels nice. unfortunately i dont think anyone around me likes phone calls!!! and the best time is probably do phone calls is when im closing by myself or late at night when i wanna talk abut i wanna do my activity. a few of my friends and family like video calls and im usually okay with those but i dont want the expectation to be that i need to look at them or my phone the whole time like i wanna still be able to do my activity. :( idk. i just miss calling people lmao.

next ramble: learning not to let my habits control me is a whoooole new thing. now that im eating more and trying more things, i feel like i finally have more spoons to do stuff. unfortunately, dueing the period where i didnt have enough food and didnt kove around a lot, i lacked so much energy and didnt do much and thus built up habits that centered around rest and trying not to exceed my spoon limit but feeling stifled by the little amount. ive dealt with so much guilt over it and im glad that i dont feel it as much anymore but im overwhelmed by all the things i have to do now that im finally back. luckily, with good courage and encouragement from myself, ive been trying to break those habits to become a more productive and happy person for myself. its hard as hell dont get me wrong. earlier i had to convince myself to stay focused, despite my hands attempting to scroll through another app for a minute or two. if id let it have its way, i wouldve been in my bed and looking at the mess with a guilty conscious and then not finished what i started. im glad to say i fought through it.

next ramble: i dont feel like i was prepared for adulthood and i dont think i know all that im suppsed to be doing/having/managing as an adult. for instance, very soon i will need to find my own health insurance. i dont even know how and my parents barely tell me about the insurance we have now. im going to have to learn but i would love guidance. i wanna know all the things that i need to be researching, applying for, and completing so thst i may succeed. i can achieve this.

next ramble: as my friends around me explore gender in various ground breaking ways, ive come to accept that i am not trans but i might be a little genderfluid. theres a little guy in me and he gets gender envy and wishes he could have a dick and then theres the rest of me that sometimes feels quite girly and feminine and other times doesnt really feel like either. sometimes im just a lil molerat cresture who sits right outside the boundary line. i think i have a little house there. idk. well explore that later. im also a lesbian so thats fun.

nsfw below

next ramble: speaking of lesbian i wanna eat someone out so bad. i wouldnt even mind sucking a girl off but i just wanna please someone so bad. i wanna get permission and be guided and encouraged and laughed at and praised and moved around and used a lil bit. a bonus would also be that i think ill find that aspect of sex when performed on myself less scary bc i will know then what to expect and understand a lil more what to do when in that position. which also i would love to be eaten out too or even fucked. ive never had like a real dick-sized thing in there and i know i have a weird hymen so it might be a learning experience but with the right person and the right attitude i know it can be done and i can have a good time. HOWEVER!!! i do have complicated thoughts on strap sex bc as someone who loves to receive, i also really reaally REALLY want the other party to be receiving smth at the same time too and thats why like the other party having a real attached dick is a huge bonus bc then ik theres nerves there and theyre enjoying themself. but strap sex doesnt involves their nerves being attached and idk if it rubs the clit or wven the lips the correct way to be satisfactory :( and i just. cant stand being the only one receiving at the same time or for a long time. its honestly super frustrating and complicated and ive felt like this for a while and its really directly affected how ive had sex or interacted with the idea of it. its just :/ complicated and im horny ;-;

next ramble: seeing old friends really can help a lot but u have to actually try. i learned this again recently. its pretty hard bc u see the convo dying and u think well. we didnt rlly talk about a lot but! okay! and then a few minutes later u take a picture of smth and ur like "i should show someone this" and it pccurs to u that like - u used to do this thing all the time where u told a bunch of ur friends about the happenstances in ur life around u. and u lost the srt of how to do it but now that u Know u did that, well, theres never a better time to start trying it again like the present! so yay!!

next ramble: im still worried about the damage my previous mistakes have made and im worried its affecting one of my oldest frisndships. either that or im dividing my time improperly, or maybe im misreading the room, or maybe im seeing smth but they dont think its a big deal so theyre not gonna say anything or maybe its none of the aboce or maybe its all of them!! idk!!! im worried one of my oldest friends is upset with me or dislikes me in some new way and i dont think its them entirely. i do think the majority of this is my mental illnesses and my observant trait working in tandem, rhough theyre a terrible combo because ones a liar and ones just behavioral notes. hm. i do also say this bc im noticing i feel left out or am often rhe butt of the joke to rhis friend so im not sure how grounded these feelings are. im not sure how to be direct about this since the previous times ive asked (and ik its not necessarily good mental health practices to ask certain reassurances over and over again but nothing has changed in between these times except maybe i got butt-of-the-joke'd more often when i was performing better that day in the social situation) its been little to no response and they never had any follow up questions or care towards me. thats where my concern becomes 'did i do smth' instead of 'whats weong' because it feels inherently attached to me. i know our mutual friend receives comfort and assurances when expressing an anxiety but not me. and unfortunately i cant help but wonder: why not me too?

last ramble (maybe): ive gone through a lot of additional art supplies and ive come to the conclusion that i need to start fucking around with them more. i love srts and crafts and thats why i have all these different supplies but i never have a reason (or so i think). well i thought today while cleaning, why not just start with random color prompts and a sheet of paper and go fucking wild?? and ynow what?? yeah thats a great idea and i will! on top of that ive got the new skill to darn socks and a basket of soxks i saved specifically for this moment (or to turn into a wall thing but that idea is not fleshed out) ! so yay! to hobbies!

cheers to hobbies! to friends! to lovers! to family! to experiences! to trying! to passion! to wanting taking and giving! cheers to the joys of life! im happy to try again

[narilily]

MERROCK TASK #17 SPRING FORWARD

first things first: do you like spring? Yes! Spring is absolutely my favorite of the seasons. 💐🌦️

what is your favorite thing about spring? This is probably the most obvious answer there is, but... I really love the flowers and the freshness that comes with the season.

what is your least favorite thing about spring? The mud. But it's a minor inconvenience!

do you have a vegetable / produce / fruit garden? Yes! I've got a pretty large garden where I grow all sorts of vegetables that I use during the warm months, and I have a few fruit trees on the property, too.

how about flower beds, or things planted in the house? I have flower beds all over my property and my house is surrounded by wildflower fields.

regardless of what you do or do not plant, are you good at growing plants? have a green thumb? I would have to be, or else I'm pretty sure that they would fire me at the nursery. ;)

what's your favorite flower or plant? Far, far too many to list, but I'm really fond of astilbe, orchids, asters and lupines. If you've never seen a field full of lupines, I recommend it.

what's your favorite scent that you associate with spring? Obviously, fresh cut flowers on the dining room table, with something sweet baking in the oven.

is there a sound that you associate with spring time? Birds! Especially early in the morning.

do you prefer sunny mornings or rainy afternoons? Sunny mornings! ☀️🌞

favorite thing to do on a sunny, warm spring day? Plant, work in the gardens, go on a long walk, bask in the sunshine.

favorite thing to do on a rainy, chilly spring day? Catch up on some reading, host people for dinner, spend time in my studio.

do you celebrate Easter? any traditions you follow for it? No, not really. I'll help out at the Community Center with anything that they might need, though!

regardless of if you do or don't: favorite Easter candy? Jelly beans!

what other springtime holidays do you observe? I mostly get involved in whatever is happening in town, and have gone home a couple of times to celebrate Dano, but that's much later in spring, nearly summer!

favorite place in Merrock to visit in the springtime? I'm a little biased in saying Lavender Lane, but outside of work, either the botanical gardens, or my own home. I really try to make it a springtime paradise every way that I can.

the spring bugs are coming out: do you rescue them and let them out of the house, or grab the nearest shoe? Listen... I try very, very hard to rescue them, since I never want to crush a living creature, but if they catch me unaware, it's game on. 🐛🐞

are you a big spring cleaner? Yes!!!

do you switch over your wardrobe from cold weather to warm weather clothes? Oh yeah, first of April normally, all the really heavy stuff goes in the storage upstairs, and the lightweight stuff comes down. But I do keep some in-between, since the cold weather takes quite a while to really leave.

how about the house: does your decor change for the spring season? do you rearrange furniture? Anything lingering from Christmas or the cold months absolutely gets put away, and I bring out a lot of lighter, floral decor. Hang new curtains, put out new pillows and blankets, all of that. I have a lot of flowers around the house, too!

what color makes you think 'spring'? Soft, pastel yellow.

describe your perfect spring outfit: Depends on the occasion! If we're talking casual; jeans, white sneakers, light pastel t-shirt with a sweat jacket over top. If you want to go more dressed up, a floral sundress with a cardigan and a pair of sandals. Sunglasses and simple jewelry, plus pastel colored bags!

most adorable looking baby animal that you ever did see? Probably baby rabbits, but the baby chickens are cute, and I love kittens... if you've never seen baby raccoons, I recommend it, just don't get close to them. Or bears! Or... any wild animal.

what's a drink that makes you think of spring? Iced coffee with lavender and vanilla cream.

how about a snack? Baked goods. Cinnamon rolls or maybe carrot cake. Definitely carrot cake, actually -- the Easter bunny probably brought it! 🥕🐰