#Framework Update

[kineticallyanywhere]

Time & Space pages 1-2 ( This is the start || ao3 (not yet!) || next ) Starts less than 24 hours after the death of Willy Stampler. With the job done, there's finally time to sort some things out. They just need the right amount of space.

[netscapenavigator-official]

Tumblr open-sourcing it’s StreamBuilder Framework is great news, but simultaneously terrifying news.

It’s great because this is one step towards integrating into Mastodon like Matt promised, and it could potentially encourage more third-party apps as well as a better first-party experience.

Its terrifying because Automattic has a reputation of open-sourcing a project before it drops it.

Uncertain, but interesting times with lots of potential ahead of us folks.

[raenef]

the new multicolour framework is great and all but i really hate that i have to edit it to even be able to work with male hairs man just add the line for it to work with masc v

[mantisgodsdomain]

Finished Slay The Princess.

Final order of princesses: The Stranger, The Damsel, The Moment of Clarity, The Prisoner, The Wounded Wild

Final number of princesses killed: Somewhere between 0 and 0.5

Final number of princesses slain: 0

Out of all of the Princesses, The Beast ranked at #1 enthusiasm from the liveblog chat and #7 (out of 7) at amount of coherent commentary made. #1 comment across all routes was "women" from all members of chat. Had a lot of fun doing it. We are really, really bad at slaying princesses.

[gloriousmonsters]

sometimes i'm like. am i actually a narcissist? just for a moment. then i remember that from the ages of like 12-19 i eschewed all other photographs or more normal forms of decoration to keep a framed photo of myself on either my desk or my bedside table where i could look at it constantly. cuz i thought i looked cute and confident and no it did not occur to me i might like to have a photo of like, a family member or some cool trees or something i just took like 7 years to go huh wait other people don't keep a photograph of themselves on their desks? what do you do when you want to look at yourself go all the way to a mirror??? anyway it wasn't realizing this was unusual that made me stop the photo just got water damage

[lunnefisk]

Fabric is supposedly more optimized than forge. Both of them still have mods being developed for them but imo fabric has more interesting ones and they tend to run a little better

i think i figured it all out! thank you everyone for your help

hehehe square aurora borealis

[nicklasbackstroke]

I've been running in circles about the leno news so I'm working on a caps server fr fr. I'll try and post a link later tonight?

[croxuta]

(taps chin) what's the best way to introduce ocs do you think... maybe i'll make a tag for basic character profiles or something, nothing fancy just like basic context + world + information. i did a lineup previously but i could probably put together a few bust drawings as a reference

[kirnet]

tagged for wip wednesday by @nsewell and also @mrs-theirin last week!! tagging whoever wants to and sees this bc its late :3

wrapping up actium chap 3 and also im working on a grave and weep rewrite!

”Who was that guy?” you whispered to him when you pulled yourself into the cab, worried that he could somehow hear you over the distance. “You can’t think working with him is actually a good idea.”

Henry huffed out a breath that meant he agreed with you, but he was going to argue anyway. “You’re not getting paid to ask questions, kid.”

You slapped his hand away before it could turn on the radio. The last thing your thin thread of sanity needed was a twangy guitar solo at ear-bursting volume. “You’re the one always telling me to go in with as much intel as possible.”

”Don’t throw my own advice back at me.” His hair was near matted when he pulled off his baseball cap, his fingers unable to work through the tangle. “You want to pay your mama’s debts? Then you need to get comfortable taking jobs you don’t want to. This is the life you chose.”

”I’m-“ Scared. You were scared. Whoever - whatever - Henry’s contact was, a beast with manic eyes and yellowed teeth, you didn’t trust him as far as you could throw him. With sinking disappointment you realized that you yearned for comfort, that you wanted him to reach out and tell you that hey, it was going to be okay. He wouldn’t put your life in danger needlessly. A good mentor would never aim for his student’s injury. And maybe he realized it, too, the way his lip curled in disgust, like he finally just saw you for what you were: a trembling teenager fumbling with your seatbelt, not some bastion of untapped power. “I’m just letting you know that I’m getting my ‘I told you so’ ready, alright?”

It was a good moment to finish the argument as you usually did, with you conceding and Henry never acknowledging the tense silence. Instead, after a long moment of consideration where he almost shifted the truck into drive, he turned to you. “I don’t trust him,” he admitted, eyes dark. “You don’t either. Good. It means I finally beat some intuition into you.” He scratched his neck, the sound of his scruff making you cringe. “I’m not bringing you on as surveillance for the team, I’m bringing you on for me. To watch my back.”

If Henry thought that moment of vulnerability was going to put your fears to rest, he was wrong. It had a distinctly opposite effect. “You think he’s gonna try to kill you?” you snapped, lurching forward when he finally started the car forward.

The truck tumbled over curbs and potholes, finally connecting to an actual side street. He shrugged. “Always a possibility. Nature of the job.” With a casualness you loathed, Henry reached a hand out and smacked a palm against your forehead, never looking away from the road. “But I got you, yeah? You’re my ace. You just worry about making sure your frozen mice are appropriately thawed and I’ll take care of the rest.”

[horatiocomehome]

sat down and talked with my parents and my dad is the one with ADHD and it turns out he’s had almost exactly the same problems as me so I was able to work out an idea for how to move forward so I don’t feel so stuck anymore I’m very happy

[theambivalentagender]

@studentinpursuitofclouds So I have this massive Shane dialogue mod that I've put all dialogue I like from other mods into and randomized for each day so I don't have conflicts.

Which is to say I can't be 100% sure what mod this is from but I'm 80% sure its from Immersive Shane? Either that or Canon Dialogue Expanded.

The outfit is from Seasonal Outfits though I also use some outfits from the Marnie/Jas/Shane Diverse Stardew Valley Seasonal mod.

[thatfaerieprincess]

if one more well meaning relative asks me if i have done any drawing recently i will start screaming and flip a table 🤪🙃

[hightief]

A little brain worm won't stop them, not after so many moons apart.

[the-consequence-of-imagination]

Me this afternoon: Now that I've got the icon for this item done, all that's left is to take some screenshots & finish setting up the nexus page! Me when I realized that gnomes & halflings do NOT use dwarf equipment models & each have their own:

[sharkingpeach]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Chrissy Cunningham, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Holly Wheeler, Suzie Bingham, Scott Clarke, Murray Bauman Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Summer Camp, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, So much trauma, Misunderstandings, Lies/Secrets, Steve Harrington's bad childhood, Found Family, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, alternate setting, POV Alternating, Trans Character Chapter Summary:

“So? Did Eddie keep you up all night? With his music and being friendly?”

“Not how you’d think,” he muttered and rubbed at his eyes, slid his hand over his hair and rubbed roughly at his neck. She eyed his white shirt from yesterday, the fresh camp shirt hung open over it- definitely from Scott’s closet office; his pants were from yesterday too. “Whatever you’re about to say-don’t.”