#optimization processes

[fisheito]

Thinkin about yakumond's first meeting...ah, memories

(I miGHt be embellishing)

First draft under the cut bc i think is funny

[arunneronthird]

third ones the charm

[cloudclangen]

MOON 2

Oh?

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[hey-hey-j]

they 100% want you to feel jealous of them

(★ my Kofi)

[cutietrait]

[ save file log : 06/08/2025 - HENFORD ] faye admired the new cardigan kyran got her in the bathroom mirror — her favorite color, and just in time. with her second trimester well underway, she’s quickly outgrowing her fall and winter wardrobe! ꣑ৎ˚⊹ ｡𖦹

⤷ i’ve been experimenting with a new pregnancy duration — 5 days per trimester! since my seasons are 7 days long, i love that this setup lets my sims experience pregnancy across different seasons. it adds a level of detail i’ve really been enjoying, and i think this might be the configuration i stick with for my forever save!

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

POV: you're me running on janky sleep and one meal (Five Guys) for the whole day. Your (unfinished) master's thesis is due tonight and it cannot be late

4.5 hours of insane hyperfocus later, having completed your master's thesis, you are rewarded with a vision of Optimus Prime:

You have now acquired a new vocal stim

[fairies-ask-legend-answers]

I'm making a small adjustment

I'm making a decision to hopefully help speed things along on here. I'm going to focus a little less on making sure my art looks perfect. Perfect lines, perfect hands, perfect hair... the hands and hair really get me sometimes

If I keep posting at this rate I won't have all these asks answered for at least a couple years or possibly longer 👀 💧

I completely underestimated what having a blog like this would require so I'm going to have to improvise for everyone's sake. Possibly messier drawings, a very limited amount of time that I can accept requests... things like that

[kittycatred]

good morning guys !!! (´∇｀'')

uhhm so....for some reason i cant seem to figure out how to delete tumblr posts ( ꩜ ︿ ꩜;) 

not that there's anything important !! but just uhh ignore a couple of my posts below !! (˘ŏ⩊ŏ)

i was just REALLY tired and it's just nonsense anyways ahaa ദ്ദി´▽`)

uhh ANYWAYSSS look at THIS CAT PICTURE awwh woww so adorable !! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و

[tj-crochets]

Do you have any tips about how to work on quilts? I’m just starting out and I’m in awe at how quickly you can make quilts and how beautiful they turn out.

Hey! Thanks, and welcome to quilting, it's a lot of fun! So, these tips are going to be a bit haphazard and out of order, because that's how I operate lol - do iron your fabric before you cut it - do iron your seams before sewing rows together, and before assembling your quilt sandwich - you can use the backing as the binding for your quilts and then you don't have to try to wrangle binding strips, it's all attached and easy to do - this one is going to sound kinda silly, but use fabric you like whenever you can. Even a super simple patchwork can be awesome if you use fabric you like, and the most complex intricate pattern can be terrible if you don't like the fabrics - sewing clips are the BEST. I think the brand name is clover wonder clips, but the generic is so much cheaper and nearly as good. You'll break the generic versions occasionally but they come like 100 for less than 10 bucks so you can throw away the broken ones and the rest still work. They are just so much faster than using pins - a rotary cutter, quilting ruler, and cutting mat make quilting so much easier - your seam allowance does not have to be 1/4". It can be whatever you want it to be, as long as you either account for it while making your pattern or use a pattern where it doesn't matter as long as it's consistent (like a simple patchwork). Do make sure you seam allowance is large enough that the fabric won't fray apart around it - never buy batting full price at Joanns, it goes on sale regularly or you can almost always get like a 40% off one full price item coupon when it's not on sale - when you are cutting fabric on a rotary mat, you can cut more than one layer of fabric at a time (might be obvious, but I did not know that at first lol) - shop around online for replacement rotary cutter blades, the prices vary wildly and seem to have no rhyme or reason, sometimes it's cheaper to get a two pack of blades than to buy just one? Most of all, make patterns that you want to make. Almost all the quilt patterns I make (except my improv scrap quilts) are really, really basic quilt patterns, because that's what I like making. I like keeping the pattern super simple and letting the fabric be the star, because my favorite part is arranging the fabrics like a puzzle. I have a quilt friend who makes really really intricate, beautiful paper pieced quilts I 100% do not have the patience for, but that's what she likes making and she's great at it. Enjoy what you're making and you'll find the parts of quilting you like best over time :)

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[no-brand-gays]

i applied for two things today: 1) grad school 2) Love Live! Sunshine!! Aqours finale LoveLive! 永久stage

[themissingnumbers]

OOC// I wanted to ask if it's okay to be inspired by the way the ask blogs are done in MN? Like the character to the side, can't see below shoulders, add arms thingy?

[ omg YESSS absolutely !!! nothing makes me happier than being able to inspire ppl, so please do feel free!! ]

[windowsandfeelings]

Instead of another complaining post: my egg retrieval went so well this morning! Better than I was hoping for!

[fictionadventurer]

A Crazy Tale

By G.K. Chesterton (1897)

"Hey, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon."

It is incredible, but true, that a young man sat opposite me in a restaurant and spoke as is hereafter set down.

He was a tall, spare man, carefully dressed in a formal frock-coat and silk hat. His tone was low and casual, his manner simple and very slow, and his bleak blue eyes never changed. Anyone just out of earshot of the words would have supposed that he was describing, in a rather leisurely way, an opera or a cycling tour. I alone heard the words; and ever since that day I have gone about ready for the Apocalypse, expecting the news of some incalculable revolution in human affairs. For I know that we have reached a new era in the history of our planet: the creation of a second Adam.

He spoke as follows, between the puffs of a cigar:

"I do not ask anyone to believe this story. Only in some wild hour of a windy night, when we could believe anything, when the craziest of a knot of old wives is wiser than all the schools of reason, when the blood is lawless and the brain dethroned, when we could see the windmills grind the wind, and the sea drag the moon, the apple-tree grow lemons, and the cow lay eggs, as in a wild half-holiday of nature; then, in the ear and coarsely, let this tale be told.

"When my story begins, I was walking in a still green place. The words sound strange and abrupt even in my own ears; but there is a reason for their abruptness.

"At that point the record of my life breaks off. The day, hour, or second before some stunning blow, some tremendous event befell me, and I awoke without a memory.

"Of the lost knowledge thus sealed within me I have a kind of half-witted fear. I move trembling in the close proximity of something huge, yet hidden in the darkness of my brain. Only of two things I am convinced. The first is, that this event, which I cannot recall, was the greatest of my life; that after all my adventures, wild as they were, were dwarfed in its unapproachable presence. The second comes of a certain hour, when suddenly, and for a second, the veil was lifted and I knew all. It had gone in a flash, but I am profoundly convinced that if I tell to another all the circumstances that led up to that instantaneous revelation, to him also, as he studies them, the words will suddenly give up their meaning, and their simplicity strike him with an awful laughter.

"This then, is the story.

"The greenness, that I walked like one in a dream, stretched away on all sides to the edges of the sky. Sleepily, I let my eyes fall and woke, with a stunning thrill, to clearness. I stood shrunken with the shock, clutching myself in the smallest compass.

"Every inch of the green place was a living thing, a spire or tongue, rooted in the ground for those fantastic armies. The silence deafened me with a sense of busy eating, working, and breeding. I thought of that multitudinous life, and my brain reeled.

"Treading fearfully amid the growing fingers of the earth, I raised my eyes, and at the next moment shut them, as at a blow. High in the empty air blazed and streamed a great fire, which burnt and blinded me every time I raised my eyes to it. I have lived many years under this meteor of a fixed Apocalypse, but I have never survived the feelings of that moment. Men eat and drink, buy and sell, marry, are given in marriage, and all the time there is something in the sky at which they cannot look. They must be very brave.

"Again, a little while after, as in one of the changes in a dream, I found myself looking at something standing in the fields, something which looked at first like a man, and then like two men, and then like two men joined, till, after dizzy turning and tramping round it like the searching of a maze, I found it was some great abortion of nature with two legs at each end, calmly cropping the grass under the staring sun. I have said that I ask no one to believe this story.

"So I travelled along a road of portents, like undeciphered parables. There was no twilight as in a dream; everything was clear cut in the sunlight, standing out in defiant plainness and infantile absurdity. All was in simple colours, like the landscape of a child's alphabet, but to a child who had not learnt the meaning.

"At one time, I seemed to come to the end of the earth; to a place where it fell into space. A little beyond, the land re-commenced, but between the two I looked down into the sky. As I bent over I saw another bending over under me, hanging head downwards in those fallen heavens, a little child with round eyes. It was some strange mercy of God assuredly that the child did not fall far into hopeless eternity."

The young man paused reflectively. I tried to say "a pool," but the words would not come. I seemed to have forgotten it. I seemed to have forgotten everything except his terrible blue eyes, big with unsupportable significance. Then I realised that he was speaking again. "I heard a great noise out of the sky, and I turned and saw a giant. Stories and legends there are of those who, in the morning of the world, strayed also into the borders of the land of giants. But it is impossible for any tongue to utter the overpowering sense of anarchy and portent felt in seeing so much of the landscape moving upon two legs, of looking up and seeing a face like my own, colossal, filling the heavens.

"He lifted me like a flying bird through space and set me upon his shoulder. I shall never forget the sight of his huge bare features growing larger as I came nearer to them; the sun shining on them as they smiled and smiled; a sight to give one dreams."

The young man paused again. I seemed to feel the whole sane universe of custom and experience slipping from me, and with an effort like a drowning man's I cried out desperately. "But it was a man--it was your father."

He raised his eyebrows, as at a coincidence. "So they said," he observed. "Do you know what it means?"

I found myself broken and breathless, as Job might have been, battered with the earthquake question of Omniscience.

He went on, smoking slowly.

"With the giant was a woman. When I saw her something stirred within me like the memory of a previous existence. And after I had lived some little while with them, I began to have an idea of what the truth must be. Instead of killing me, the giant and giantess fed and tended me like servants. I began to understand that in that lost epic of adventures which led up to the greatest event of my life, I must have done some great service for these good people. What it was, I had, by a quaint irony, myself forgotten. But I loved to see it shining with inscrutable affection in the woman's eyes like the secret of the stars. There are few things more beautiful than gratitude.

"One day, as I stood beside her knee, she spoke to me; but I was speechless. A new and dreadful fancy had me by the throat. The woman was smaller than before. The house was smaller: the ceiling was nearer. Heaven and earth, even to the remotest star, were closing in to crush me.

"The next moment I had realize the truth, fled from the house, and plunged into the thickets like a thing possessed. A disease of transformation too monstrous for nightmare had quickened within me. I was growing larger whether I would or no.

"I rolled in the gravel, revolving wild guesses as to whether I should grow to fill the sky, a giant with my head in heaven, bewildered among the golden plumage of Cherubim. This, as a matter of fact, I never did.

"It will always fill me with awe to think that no sign or premonition gave me warning of what I saw next. I merely raised my eyes--and saw it.

"Within a few feet of me was kneeling one of my own size, a little girl with big blue eyes and hair as black as crows.

"The landscape behind her was the same in every hedge and tree that I had left; yet I felt sure I had come into a new world.

"I had got to my feet and made her a kind of bow, looking a fantastic figure enough; but a red star came into her cheek.

" 'Why, you are quite nice,' she said.

"I looked at her enquiringly.

" 'They say you are the mad boy,' she said, 'who stares at everything. But I think I like them mad.'

"I said nothing. I only stood up straight, and thanked God for every turn of my rambling path through that elvish topsey-turveydom, which had led at length to this. Although I had not asked for a miracle in answer, two or three drops of clear water fell out of the open sky.

" 'There will be a storm,' cried the girl hastily.

"She seemed quite frightened of the dark that had come over the wood, and the shocks of sound that shook the sky now and again. This fear surprised me, for she had not seemed afraid of the grass.

"She seemed so broken with the noise and dark and driving rain that I put my arm round her. As I did so, something new came over me: a feeling less alien, and disturbed, more responsible and strangely strong; as if I had inherited a trust and privilege. For the first time I felt a kinship with the monstrous landscape; I knew that I had been sent to the right place.

" 'You are very brave,' she said, as the deafening skies seemed bowed about us and shouting in our ears; 'Do you not hear it?'

" 'I hear the daisies growing,' I said.

"Her answer was lost in the thunder.

"We were miles further on before she said, 'But are you not mad?'

"I spoke; but it seemed as if another spoke in my ear.

" 'I am the first that ever saw in the world. Prophets and sages there have been, out of whose great hearts came schools and churches. But I am the first that ever saw a dandelion as it is.'

"Wind and dark rain swept round, swathing in a cloud the place of that awful proclamation."

The young man paused once more. Some one near me moved his chair against mine. I remember with what a start I realised that I was in a crowded room; not in a desert with an insane hermit.

"But you have not told me," I said, "of the great moment: when you seemed to have discovered all."

"It is soon told," he said. "Ten years afterwards the girl and I stood in one room together: we were man and wife. Other men and women went in and out, all of my own stature. There were no more giants; it was as though I had dreamed of them. I seemed to have come back among my own people.

"Just then my wife, who was bending over a kind of couch, lifted a coverlet, and I saw that for which, haply, I have been sent to this fantastic borderland of things.

"It was a little human creature hardly bigger than a bird. And when I saw it, I--knew everything. I knew what was the greatest event of my life: the event I had forgotten."

I said "Being born" in a low voice.

I did not dare to look at his face.

The next consciousness I had was that he had risen to his feet, and was putting on his gloves very carefully.

I sprang erect also and spoke quickly.

"What does it mean? Are you a man? What thing are you? Are you a savage, or a spirit, or a child? You wear the dress and speak the language of a cultivated pupil of this over-cultivated time: yet you see everything as if you saw it for the first time. What does it mean?"

After a silence he spoke in his quiet way.

"Have you ever said some simple word over and over till it became unmeaning, a scrap of an unknown tongue, till you seem to be opening and shutting your mouth with a cry like an animal's? So it is with the great world in which we live: it begins familiar: it ends unfamiliar. When first men began to think and talk and theorise and work the world over and over with phrases and associations, then it was involved and fated, as a psychological necessity, that some day a creature should be produced, corresponding to the twentieth pronunciation of the word, a new animal with eyes to see and ears to hear; with an intellect capable of performing a new function never before conceived truly; thanking God for his creation. I tell you religion is in its infancy; dervish and anchorite, Crusader and Ironside, were not fanatical enough, or frantic enough, in their adoration. A new type has arrived. You have seen it."

He moved towards the door. Then I noticed he had come to a stand-still again, and was gazing at the floor apparently in deep thought.

"I have never understood them," he said. "Those two creatures I see everywhere, stumping along the ground, first one and then the other. I have never been content with the current explanation that they were my feet."

And he passed out, still carefully buttoning his gloves.

I went back to the table and sat down. About four minutes after he was gone I felt a kind of mental shock, like something resuming its place in my brain.

It occurred to me that the man was mad. I am almost ashamed to admit with what suddenness it came. For so long as I was in his presence, I had believed him and his whole attitude to be sane, normal, complete, and that it was the rest, the whole human race, that were half-witted, since the making of the world.

[mikuyuuss]

Unni! Dropping in with some questions for Akari~! Hopefully it's not too many.

💤, 📿, 🌊, 📜, and 🎱?

Final note, I hope you're doing well and life is being kind to you!

These questions are all so interesting I needed to some time to think about them!

💤 How do they sleep, curled up? or holding on to something?

I feel she is 90% a side sleeper, perfect for holding on to something, can be a stuffed animal or if in modern setting, a body pillow? jk. She and Giyuu cuddle a lot in their sleep once they got married, but after Akari adopts a dog, it's basically this meme.

📿 What superstition/ritual do they cling to

Akari's not overly superstitious but I think she can be quite particular about feng shui. It's important to her that her studio needs to have good feng shui or else it feels off and she will have a hard time concentrating.

I actually planned to draw Akari's workspace in the headquarters for some time, but I haven't gotten around to it partly bc I'm just really lazy when it comes to drawing backgrounds with a lot of perspective, but now I think I'll have to keep feng shui in mind If I ever get around to it.

📜 Is there a story they love sharing with others?

It's very mundane really, but Akari loves to tell stories about how she comes up with her designs. When she's really in the zone (usually reserved for close friends) she can get chatty about she came up with the design for her sword and how she gave it a fun quirky name based on her favorite kibyoshi (early form of manga) that she's read. Basically the taisho equivalent of Akari going ooh look at this sword I named after my fav manga ☺️

Naming your sword is actually a Bleach reference by me, so rip Akari, you would have loved Bleach.

🎱 What kind of future and who's in it.

Akari has a lot of dreams but at the same time, she's also someone who tries to live in the present, but ofc, Akari still fights because she hopes for a future that is free from demons so she could fulfill those dreams to the fullest. She dreams of being able to fully establish her own boutique alongside Giyuu and Mitsuri and all the other people she met during her time in the corps. Since we know how the story ends... Of course we know that not all of them made it out alive which leads us to...

🌊 When was the last time they cried

Probably set after the manga. It all started piling up, first it's Mitsuri's death and how she will never be there to witness when Akari finally established her own boutique. It pains her so much that her best friend whos been supportive of her dream will never see it, and how the people in the corps that died, like Shinobu and Kyo will never see that Akari made designs in memory of all of them.

Then the tipping point was Giyuu's eventual death. Their marriage was sadly short lived when Giyuu eventually succumbed to the mark. I have this scene on my head where Akari confides to Uzui about how she regrets that Giyuu wasn't able to spend more time with them, and that he will never see their kids grow into fine adults, and in my head that will be the last time we see Akari cry in my story.

Sooooo that's why I draw so much self indulgent Giyuu Akari Mitsuri shenanigans in my modern au! 😃👍🏻

[snarp]

Kentucky court system needs to fire its web developers.