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[kuroowo]

Gojo x Reader x Geto

- Poly & General HCs, not chronological

- GN!Reader

- WARNING : One mention of dacryphilia, mentions of fighting & therapy

Part 2 (still writing) // Masterlist

Gojo has a habit of stealing bites off yours and Geto’s plates. It doesn’t matter if he already has his own or has yet to even touch it. It doesn’t matter if Suguru drenches his in so much sauce you can’t even see what’s beneath anymore. It doesn’t matter if you try to fight his utensils with yours or stab his hand with your fork. It doesn’t matter if Satoru’s so full he could implode with even a whiff of it. If it’s food that’s yours & Suguru’s, he’s taking a bite out of it. Bet.

You come to find that Gojo can turn on the waterworks really easily, but it’s never genuine tears. Meanwhile Geto doesn’t really cry much and finds it extremely hard to fake cry like his boyfriend does, until you find him nearly bawling over sad family/loved ones/friends/animal centred movies in the dark of his own room. He tries to cover it up when he notices you at his door, but in the end, your boyfriend’s head ends up sniffling in your lap with the movie continuing instead. You, on the other hand, cry quite easily and sometimes most of the times it makes your boyfriends want to tease you. Especially in bed (pretty sure they developed dacryphilia).

Nearly every corner of Satoru’s & Suguru’s rooms are filled with affectionate gifts from you. Be it random little trinkets that reminded you of them, stuffed toys of white cats and black wolves in all different shapes and sizes, hand written love letters and poems, dried flowers of different shades and kinds, scrap paper filled with doodles of the three of you — everything and anything you gift them, they have it. Even the ones from before you got together with them. Shoko calls them whipped. Haibara calls them sweet. Not that it matters when it’s become their safe space.

Gojo teaches you and Suguru to live more carefree, to be more adventurous, and to love more openly. Geto teaches you and Satoru to be more inquisitive, to carry morality in your hearts, and to appreciate love in actions. You teach Satoru and Suguru to live with balance, to respect boundaries without distancing, and to accept love as if it were home embodied in a person.

Gojo & Geto gets into a lot of trouble, small or big, when it comes to being tactful and sensitive to others. If you find Geto alone, he’s much more gentlemanly & exemplary, but placing them together always seem to bring out the mischievous (sometimes dickhead) side in him. Placing you in between them is a 50/50 gamble. Sometimes you make them worse, much like a trio of green tea bitches, but sometimes you halt them as if on a leash, as if a saint with two devils tamed.

Gojo and Geto likes to drag you out a lot. It would be every weekend if it wasn’t for you enticing them with a movie marathon and junk food in pyjamas, cozied up together, cuddling and giggling. A type of weekend they learn to crave when you’re out without them.

Gojo moves around quite a bit in his sleep, Geto’s a bit like an immovable object in his sleep, you’re a little in between but you bring a thousand stuffed toys and a bolster so the shared bed is kind of a mess.

Geto’s not a picky eater, you’re a picky eater, and Gojo prefers sweets (if he could live only on sweets, he would). Whenever you three go out to eat, it’s almost always a bit of a bicker between you and Gojo because he wants to eat sweets first and you think that he’s going to get diabetes before he hits 30, or he wants to eat at XYZ but you hate the way they make ABC. Geto would not give two fucks and just drives to where he wants to eat, sits everyone down, orders his food first. Then you and Satoru would team up to admonish Suguru’s table manners because, “How could you?!” & “The betrayal!”. Suguru is sick of you two (affectionate).

Often times, Gojo would just eat out because it’s just lesser of a hassle for his schedule (OT’s quite a lot) and because Geto is in the same line of business, he ends up doing the same most of the time too. They would feel guilty for coming home late and having you eat by yourself if it weren’t for the fact that you crave alone time after spending a whole day working to recharge, so they just leave you be and you’re appreciative of that. But ever since they found out you tend to cook meals for yourself rather than order take out, they’ve unanimously decided to come home to your dinners at least once a week. You’re half annoyed and half worried because A, you’ll have to cook x5 the portion (their appetite’s huge) and B, your taste might not suit them (Suguru’s not picky but that doesn’t mean you want him to eat something that isn’t that good to him just because it’s edible). Your boyfriends quelled your worries (most of it) when they said they’ll help cook and set up with you, and for the most part they do quite well with you in the kitchen. So in the end, while you do need your recharge, you find that once a week(day) doing this extremely domestic thing with them makes you fall even harder. Who would’ve known? (They did.)

You made it a habit to kiss them when they get back from work and on rougher days, you’ll take care of them the best way you can. Drawing them a warm baths, ordering in their favourites, and lots of reassurance through words (for Geto) & touches (for Gojo). Nowadays, if Gojo doesn’t receive a welcome home kiss he’ll sulk (extremely so) until he does. Geto’s the same where he expects a kiss, and when that doesn’t happen, he’ll make you kiss him one way or another.

When you’re having a bad day, Gojo tends to be the one to notice by observation and Geto tends to notice by instinct. They try to be gentler, sweeter, softer, and even more so when it’s particularly rough for you. Geto would take care of you by setting up a comfortable space for you, cooking you your comfort meals, and making sure you’re drinking enough water. Gojo would be stuck by your side like super glue on skin. He’d crowd your space, cocoon you in a soft blanket, and surround you with his arms, legs, and warmth. Both Satoru and Suguru would talk to you or stay in silence until you’re okay again, and it would feel like they could finally breathe a sigh of relief. (Please expect lots of kisses after since they learned that’d be the fastest way to get you smiling again)

Having fights with them was the worst, especially since it rarely happens. The fact that all three of you know each others weaknesses, breaking points, and sensitive topics makes it all the worse because when it gets too heated, all hell breaks loose. You would always be the first to cry, Geto would always be the first to walk away, and Gojo would be the first to pretend everything was fine. The first time it had happened, you barricaded yourself in your room for one and a half day before they came banging at your door to reconcile properly (the boys made up separately by literally having a fight). The last time it happened, you considered having a break from the relationship and each other. Just one short enough for everyone to get away and have some time to cool and collect themselves, “I think it’ll be good for us.”, but a resonate rejection came immediately from the other two. They knew that if they agreed, you’d never come back to them because while yes, Suguru’s the first to walk away, but he always comes back just as quick. You, however, once you walk away, you would walk away for good in the end (it was just a matter of when). So the fact that you would suggest such a thing was more than alarming to them, so much so that a chill of fear trickled down their spine.

Couples therapy was suggested as an outcome of the last fight. While none of you wanted to have a third (fourth?) party knowing the more intimate parts (or any parts) of your relationship, it was the most logical and effective method seeing as you and Geto are already have your own therapists. Gojo was the most reluctant (“We can just fix it ourselves.”), but if it meant that you wouldn’t leave him, then so be it. The sessions were chaotic and didn’t progress too much at first, but with time and tremendous efforts from everyone, it helped with improving the way you three communicated and loved each other.

You fell first, but Geto fell harder, and Gojo fell hardest.

[simstorian-blog]

Dusty Turf

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World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Parched Prospect

Lot Size: 30 x 20

(3-bedroom, 2 Bathroom)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

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Cottage Living

Desert Luxe Kit

Dream Home Decorator

Eco Lifestyle

Get Famous

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

Island Living

Laundry Day Stuff

Outdoor Retreat

Spa Day

Wedding Stories

Build Mode

AnneSimmer – Wall Mural Pt. 1

Felixandre – London (Chandelier, Panelling)

Felixandre – Grove Pt. (Plaster Floor)

Harlix – Bafroom (Mirrors, Windows)

Harlix – Harluxe (Used Throughout)

Harlix – Orjanic Pt. 1 (Column)

Harlix – Tiny Twavellers (Mural Wall)

Harrie – Kwatei Pt. 1 (Doors, Windows)

Max20 – Polished Sandstone Trim

Peacemaker – Curly Koa Flooring

Peacemaker – Simple Siding

SimPlistic – Leafy Wallpaper

Sooky – Victorian Floor Tiles

Buy Mode

Anye – Cal Magazine

Anye – Neomy Table Lamp

Anye – Zara Bathrobe

Awingedllama – Apartment Therapy (Rug)

Awingedllama – Boho Living (Cement Planter)

Awingedllama – Blooming Plants

BlueTeas – Rivers Bedroom (Base, Headboard)

CharlyPancakes – Lavish (Shopping Bag)

ClutterCat – BusyBee Pt. 2 (FlatBox)

ClutterCat – Cozy Casita (Candle)

ClutterCat – Dandy Diary Pt.1  (Leather Tray)

ClutterCat – Dandy Diary Bathroom

Dereon – Silver Lining Stool (DL Available via Patreon)

Felixandre – Chateau Pt. 4 (Square Container)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 3 (Parasol)

Felixandre – Florence Pt. 3 (Luggage)

Felixandre – Florence Pt. 4

Felixandre – Grove Pt. 2 (Stacked Plates)

Felixandre – Paris Pt. 3 (Pouffe)

Felixandre – Shop The Look 1 (Side Table)

GreenLlamas – Kerv Inkblot Rug

Harlix – Baysic (Bedding, Hanging Clothes, Packs System)

Harlix – Baysic Bathroom (Toilet)

Harlix – Kichen (All glasses)

Harlix – Livin’ Rum (Tv, Bowl, Vase)

Harlix – Orjanic Pt. 2 (Vase)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 4 (Light Switch)

Joyce – Simple Live #5 (Separate Towel)

LeafMotif – House & Garden Covers

LittlBowBub – Home Barista

Littledica – Delicious Kitchen (Paper Towel)

Littledica – Rise & Grind (Flavour Syrup)

Madlen – Dionis Ottoman

MyCupofCC – ColourTalk (Mirror)

Myshunosun – Gale Dining (Cart, Wine Bottle, Wine Glass)

NoStyle – Mara Living Chair

Peacemaker – Ellipse Armchair

Peacemaker – Mid-Century Abode (Bedframe)

Peacemaker – Oasis Chic Living (Cordyline)

Pierisim – Domaine du Clos Pt. 2 (Account Book)

Pierisim – Domaine du Clos Pt. 4 (Zucchini Chopping Board)

Pierisim – Living Room Mini (Citrus Bowl)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 2 (Rug)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 3 (Metal Sconce, Soap)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 5 (Table Lamp)

Pierisim – Oak House Pt. 4 (Shower)

Pierisim – Vera Bathroom (Mounted Hook, Robes, Soap)

Ravasheen – Hot Sim Disguise Clutter (Tray)

RusticSims – Kind of Modular (Books, Coffee Table)

RusticSims – Lofi Pt. 1 (All Lighting)

Severinka – Aura Ottoman

Sundays – Duvet

Sundays – Kediri Pt. 1 + 2 (Sofa, Throw Pillows)

Sundays – Kuta Pt. 1 (Dining Table)

Sundays – Pandawa Pt. 3 (Pouf)

Sundays – Sumba Pt. 1 (Pillows)

Sundays – Swell Pt. 1 (Bolster Pillow)

Sundays – Ungasan Pt. 2 (Slippers)

Sundays – Yarra Pt. 3 (Bed Pillows)

Syboubou – Caroline Shower Rug

Tuds – Ind 02 (Wine Rack)

Winner9 – Malibu Pillow

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DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

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[yuurei20]

Vil Info Compilation part 5: Perceptiveness and Physical Ability

In a chat we learn that the Fairest Queen’s “keen, observant nature” is said to have “served to bolster her beauty”, which may be why Vil himself is seen to be extremely perceptive.

He is able to tell that Lilia performs with “none of the youthful vim one would expect from a student”, that Jamil covered for Kalim’s mistakes during Fairy Gala and when Leona has a loose button on his vest.

He is also able to tell when a group of Octavinelle students is planning on betraying him during Beanfest, saying that “spotting betrayals is trivial” for him, and he makes the connection between the amount of rare gear that Azul is wearing during the event and when, a year prior Azul questioned him about Beanfest “to an unusual degree”.

Vil notices when Cater lies about preparing only three mandrakes for a class assignment, and sees through Jamil’s “lukewarm flattery” when Jamil approaches him for a favor in a vignette.

It is often demonstrated that Vil is very physically capable: he beats Epel in a magicless fight upon their first meeting and, after beating down two Savanaclaw students who are about twice his own size, explains that his personal trainer is a former kickboxing world champion.

He runs faster than his Savanaclaw teammates during Beanfest as well and—after saving Silver from ten members of the opposite team—explains that he “learned quite a bit about martial arts and self defense techniques” from when he played a spy in a TV show.

Vil says, “I had tutoring from a first-rate coach. It wasn’t just kickboxing, either; I also picked up karate an tae kwon do, among other things…I make it a point to maintain a training regimen, to ensure I don’t lose my touch. If I look like as seasoned fighter, that’s why.”

Vil often comes up with unflattering nicknames for those around him, including “half-price potatoes”, “spudlings”, “unwashed spuds”, “mere tubers” and “stumbling vegetables”, referring to Epel’s tsum in the Tsumusted Wonderland event as a peanut.

Vil occasionally fills the area he is in with sparkles.

Grim says Vil’s legs look longer than the player’s by nearly a meter and the dialogue options are “Such a beautiful person” and “His legs aren’t that much longer than mine…I think”, but these lines were all changed for NA.

[thepro-lifemovement]

Pro-abortion activists fight for abortion throughout pregnancy for any reason—no exceptions. Their fundamental argument centers on women’s health.

But stunning research shows this concern is all smoke and mirrors.

Pro-abortion activists have long tried to claim that abortion is safer than childbirth. For years they’ve touted manipulated numbers, trying in vain to bolster this myth. We’ve always known those statistics were bogus, and a study by Dr. Priscilla Coleman and Dr. David Reardon reveals abortion is much more dangerous to women than giving birth. And the results are sadly even more devastating to women’s health than even I had anticipated.

First, let me vouch for the authors of this research. I know them both to be solid individuals with a reputation for thoroughness. I met Dr. Coleman in Santiago, Chile where we lectured at their largest university. We again shared an academic podium in Quito, Ecuador the following year.

Second, allow me to explain why this study is so important. It’s compelling because of its unmatched scope:

The study includes a large number of women—nearly one-half-million—experiencing first-time pregnancies.

The medical records are profoundly reliable because the data was compiled from Danish government sources including fertility records of births and stillbirths, the national abortion registry and cause of death registry.

The study covers an extensive ten-year time period, providing comprehensive long-term data.

It analyzes both early and late-term abortion compared to childbirth.

In other words, this isn’t a biased study with a relatively small sample size produced to cater to pro-abortion activists—or any side for that matter. This research was conducted at the national level, over the course of a decade, providing substantial credibility, a comprehensive level of detail, as well as earning publication in respected medical journals. The reliability has been substantiated, which is why the results are even more troubling.

When it comes to which is safer—abortion or childbirth—the results speak loudly and clearly:

During the first six months after an early abortion (12 weeks or less), a woman has double the risk of death compared to giving birth.

During the first year following a late abortion (after 12 weeks) a woman has over three times the risk of death compared to giving birth.

Here’s a link to the entire study if you’d like to read it.

Pro-abortion activists prey on the fear of Americans by perpetuating the myth that if Roe v. Wade is reversed, women will suffer horrific back-alley abortions and tragic deaths. The reality is that under legalized abortion, women are being killed on a much larger scale.

Remember when we heard the news that Planned Parenthood is responsible for 24-year-old Tonya Reaves’ death following a botched abortion. Reports showed that a devastating five-and-a-half hours passed between the time of her abortion and her transport to a local hospital.

There’s no record that a 911 call was placed by Planned Parenthood. The autopsy report indicated that her injuries were survivable if she had received proper emergency care in a timely manner. The only difference between her death and a back-alley abortion death is that Ms. Reaves’ abortion was sanctioned by the US Supreme Court, giving her a false sense of security that the procedure was safe.

Now Tonya’s one-year-old son will grow up without a mother. Sadly, there have been additional victims after Tonya’s death. And don’t forget the Gosnell “house of horrors.”

Planned Parenthood and other abortion facilities continue to lure young women under the false premise that they perform “women’s healthcare services.” Abortion isn’t healthcare. It’s killing. In fact, they’re an industry of death—killing unborn babies and exposing their mothers to a staggering increased risk of death. Let’s not let this grave injustice continue. Share this with those you know and take a stand.

You now have compelling proof that abortion is not safer than childbirth

[whump-me]

Unseen: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 of Unseen, a novel-length whump story about a ruthless mob heiress and the superpowered assassin she kidnaps and forces to work for her—and the unexpected friendship that develops between them.

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Yvette had never liked the living room. The cavernous space was a showpiece, meant to impress visitors and set them on edge. It wasn’t meant for the comfort of the people who actually lived here.

Her father had hired a decorator five years back, a pinched woman who had looked at the then-teenage Yvette as if she didn’t match the decor and would have to be thrown out. She had filled the room with black velvet upholstery, modern art that looked like an alien’s attempt to understand three-dimensional space, and burgundy walls that would do wonders to cover up the blood if her father ever dispensed with subtlety and had someone killed in here.

Her father used to meet with new business partners in this room. The decor, not to mention the sheer size—the living room took up the entire second floor of the Couvillion mansion—made them feel insignificant, like mere specks of cosmic dust. It had the same effect as staring through a telescope into the vastness of the universe. Except this room was a window into the cosmic scale of the Couvillion criminal empire.

Today, though, the room was full enough that it no longer felt vast. And Yvette hated it all the more.

Black-clad figures stood like statues, matching the furniture as they clutched their wine glasses and spoke in hushed, respectful tones. Or they milled about, keeping their steps appropriately slow and their voices appropriately low, using this as a networking opportunity. Just because they had put their boss in the ground less than an hour ago, that was no excuse to let a valuable chance at making connections go to waste.

They left a ten-foot bubble around Yvette, avoiding her by some unspoken rule. As if her father had died of the plague instead of a sudden heart attack, and she was contagious. Or maybe they simply didn’t know what to say to her, when they only knew her as the silent presence at all their meetings with Magnus Couvillion. The fly on the wall. The decorative server of drinks.

That suited her just fine. She didn’t want to talk to them either. That could come later, after she put her plans into place.

Which was the optimistic way of saying: after she figured out what on earth she was going to do.

Every so often, someone dared to step into the bubble around her. The conversation always went the same way. They would ask in a near-whisper how she was doing. They would offer an unwanted pat to the arm, or worse, go in for a hug. They would tell her—order her—to reach out to them if there was anything she needed, anything at all.

The part unspoken but implied was that she should go to them, and not any of their rivals. Those conversations, and the surreptitious glances cast her way, told her that while no one in this room quite knew what her role was anymore, they suspected she could be a useful tool to bolster their own power.

She intended to change that perception.

As she stared out from her chosen corner at the sea of black-clad mourners, her heart chest tightened in her chest like a fist searching for a face to punch. Maybe she was the intended target. Maybe heart attacks were contagious.

It would at least break the suffocating hush that had settled over the room as soon as the mourners had walked in.

What would happen if she climbed up on one of the caterers’ oh-so-carefully-arranged tables, ripped her modest-but-flattering black dress down the middle, and screamed curses at the top of her lungs? It was a tempting thought. Or it would have been, if it wouldn’t have meant more people looking at her. More people asking how she was doing, as if grief were a terminal diagnosis.

A few feet away, three men huddled together by a shrimp platter. She could only make out half of their whispers, but she heard enough to discern the topic. More of the same hushed speculations that had filled the room since the first guests had arrived. Rumors about poison, or an assassination quickly covered up.

She glanced their way. The whispers abruptly ceased.

She could have told them they were wasting their time. The rumors made sense. The head of the Couvillion Syndicate had dropped dead suddenly and without warning. Of course people saw conspiracy where none existed.

But Yvette knew the truth, boring though it was. She’d called for a second opinion to confirm it, then a third. Her father had been killed by nothing more sinister than advancing age and his poor eating habits.

There was no revenge to be had. Nothing to set right. There was only a sudden absence, a hole in the universe where the sun had been. And a room full of people who wanted to fill it.

Across the room, Nathan Stanbury, her father’s second-in-command, broke away from his conversation. She groaned inwardly when she realized he was headed her way. It made sense. He was one of the few people from her father’s inner circle who hadn’t gone through the ritual dance of paying his respects to her yet.

At least he was more tolerable than some of the others. He never leered at her under his lashes when he thought her father wasn’t looking. He had brought her forbidden grocery-store candy when she was a child, passing it to her with a pickpocket’s reflexes. He had endured her corny knock-knock jokes. And when she had begun to see herself as too old for jokes and candy, he had quickly figured it out and offered her a respectful distance instead.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, in the required hushed tone. Unlike the others, though, his sympathetic smile looked sincere. Under his gray-streaked hair, his eyes shone with a grief most people in this room wouldn’t allow themselves to show.

“As well as can be expected,” she murmured, lowering her head while studying him from under her lashes. She’d had plenty of opportunities, by now, to perfect the script.

“Maybe you should sit down,” he said, offering her an arm. He gestured to one of the imposing black velvet armchairs. It was the size of a king’s throne, big enough to swallow her slight form.

She shook her head. “I’m all right.” Although she understood why he’d had the thought. That had always been her job at weddings, funerals, high-stakes trade meetings with other syndicates: sit down and look pretty. Be a living monument to her father’s virility.

Her father had never planned for her to be anything more. The man had thought he would live forever.

Despite her words, Stanbury took hold of her upper arm in his large and gentle hand. His fingers on her bare skin sent a shiver up her arm and down her spine. Not a pleasant one. His fingers tightened.

He tugged her toward the chair. To pull away would have drawn eyes and broken the respectful hush. She followed along.

“I’m happy to help with anything you need.” His voice was low, his mouth too close to her ear. “It’s going to be a complicated transition.”

Her arm was stiff in his grip. “I’ve got it handled. I’ve spent the past few days going through my father’s books.”

His eyebrows raised. “While planning the funeral? You’ve been busy.” The surprise in his voice made her stiffen further. Had he thought she was only good for sitting in the corner and smiling?

“Reynold Bishop handled the funeral planning,” said Yvette. “I thought this was a better use of my time.”

He didn’t say, A better use of your time than burying your father? But his eyes did.

“Ah, Bishop,” was what he said aloud. “I’m not surprised he stepped in to help. His… devotion… to your father has always been unparalleled.”

Yvette pulled her arm away.

She liked Stanbury better than the rest of her father’s inner circle—usually. That didn’t mean she would stand for comments about Reynold Bishop from him or anyone else, no matter how circumspect.

She didn’t know whether there was anything to the rumors about her father and Reynold. Her father knew how to be discreet, in personal matters as well as business. All she knew was that Reynold had been there for her as long as she could remember. In theory, he had been her father’s personal assistant. In practice, he had the one to pick her up from school, and check her homework, and admire her art projects, all while her father was cloistered in his office with his account books.

Reynold was the only one who had shown up at the hospital that night without avarice in his eyes. When she had realized she knew everything about how to run a criminal empire but nothing about planning a funeral, he was the only person she had thought to call.

“He won’t be able to help with the details of the transition, though,” Stanbury warned. “He never involved himself in the details of your father’s business arrangements.”

“That’s all right,” said Yvette. “I don’t need him to.” Or anyone else, her tone implied. “I’ve been going through my father’s books. There are a lot of expenses that can be trimmed. He had so much money, by the end, that he wasn’t as careful with it as he could have been.”

“You should bring me in sooner rather than later,” he insisted. He kept his voice low, and darted his eyes around the room like he was wary of being overheard. “Send me what you saw in his books that confuses you. Better yet, send me everything you have. I’ll need it if I’m going to keep trade rolling and stop any of our competitors from taking advantage and moving in on our territory.”

He offered her his arm again.

She pretended not to see. “I never said I was confused. I thought I saw improvements that could be made. And I think there’s been some mistake.” She looked up at his kind, fatherly face, her brows drawing together in a small frown. “Did you think you were taking over from him?”

The confusion on his face mirrored hers. “There was never really any other option, was there?” Confusion turned to suspicion. He shot another, darker glance around the room. “Has someone else approached you?”

“You’re the first to have the balls.” Then, before he could get over the shock of hearing her say balls—and in the midst of the mourning hush, no less—she added, “My father didn’t have a will. The man thought he would live forever. That means everything he owned went to me.”

“Right,” he said, nodding in relief like they were finally on the same page. “Which means we need to get the legal angle sorted out as quickly as possible. I’ve already drawn up the paperwork for the financial end of things. All I need is your signature.”

He held out his arm to her more insistently, his elbow jutting out in front of her.

She pushed it aside with her slender fingertips. She was done with subtlety.

“My father’s business,” she said, slowly and carefully, “it is mine now.”

His mouth formed an elegant oh. “You can’t mean you intend to—”

The shock on his face would have been comical if it hadn’t sent her into a tight-lipped rage. She cut him off. “That is exactly what I mean.”

“If you’re concerned about your own finances,” he said, “you have nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of for the rest of your life.”

“If I were only worried about my own lifestyle, I would have been on the first flight to Barbados by now, to enjoy my retirement in luxury.”

“Then what is this about, Yvette?” he asked, like he was asking a kidnapper for the details of the ransom. No—like he was a parent, trying to talk a spoiled child down from a tantrum.

“I understand my father’s business,” she said. “I’ve been his sounding board for every deal and every change in strategy.” That had generally meant her father talking at her as if she had no more understanding of his words than a potted plant, but this man didn’t need to know that. “I’ve sat in on every meeting.”

“You served the drinks and sat in the corner so your father could show you off.”

“And while I was there, I took excellent notes.” She smiled without warmth.

“Did you think you were there for because your father considered you a part of his business?” The fatherly demeanor peeled away, just a little, to reveal a disbelieving sneer underneath.

“What I think,” she said, “is that my father’s memorial isn’t the place for business discussions.”

“Reconsider.” He leaned in closer, close enough that she could smell the hors d’oeuvres on his breath. Along with a glass of expensive wine. “Cooperate with me, and you’ll come out very well in the deal. If you don’t, I think you’ll find me much less inclined to treat you favorably.”

“Funny,” she said, “I was going to say the same thing to you.”

“I’ve always liked you, Yvette,” he said, shaking his head with what looked like genuine regret. “And I had the utmost respect for your father. I don’t want us to be enemies.”

“Maybe someday,” she said, her wintry smile broadening, “you’ll find it in yourself to have respect for me.”

The last of his mask peeled away. Only the sneer was left. “You’re a spoiled brat who looks at what your father built and only sees a shiny bauble you’re not allowed to have,” he said, his voice low enough not to attract attention. “You’re a doll whose job it is to sit quietly and look pretty, and you think that means you understand the world. You don’t have any idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “I think I’m feeling a little faint,” she said sweetly. “Maybe I need to sit down after all. Give me some air.”

“We’ll continue this discussion later,” he promised. “I hope you will have reconsidered by then.”

He stalked his way across the room to whisper in the ears of two men who looked like they had been waiting for him. All three shot furtive looks at her.

For decades, there had been a rumor throughout the Couvillion Syndicate that Magnus Couvillion had rigged the entire Couvillion mansion to blow. The idea was that he would destroy the mansion, all its wealth, and—most importantly—all its paper-only records, if anyone ever tried to take his position from him.

No one seriously believed the rumor. But somehow it persisted.

Yvette happened to know it was true.

Her father had had his vices. Occasional paranoia-fueled spite was one of them. A fatty steak was another.

For a second, as she stared out at the black-clad crowd and wondered how many of them were hiding treasonous thoughts behind their masks of respectful sorrow, she was tempted to go down to the basement and flip the switch.

Instead, she slipped out of the living room. No one would miss her for a few minutes. And if they did, they wouldn’t dare to comment.

She crept up the spiral staircase to the study, where she knew she would find Reynold. Sure enough, he was sitting in her father’s favorite chair, the leather discolored in the shape of his body from many hours of late-night work. The frame dwarfed the wispy man who sat there now with his body curled around a leatherbound book. It was a first edition of The Old Man and the Sea—Reynold’s favorite book. His Christmas gift from Yvette’s father four years ago.

When Yvette had gone through books, she had found out how much it had cost. She hadn’t known it was possible for a book to cost that much.

Reynold looked up with red-rimmed eyes as she entered the room. His expression of genuine grief was enough to undo her.

She closed the door and sagged against its fragrant wood. All the tension drained out of her, exiting her body as a small, horrible giggle. Why was she laughing? The world had lost its center, and the stars were streaking toward her one by one, aiming to kill.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, in a rough whisper that said he’d spent too much time crying.

From him, the question didn’t set her on edge.

“I’ve been better.” Another little giggle escaped her. Then one that wasn’t so little. If she didn’t get a handle on herself, she would wind up sliding to the floor, shaking with hysterical laughter.

She would be every bit as weak as Stanbury saw her as.

That thought was enough to sober her. She took a deep breath. The urge to laugh disappeared.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Reynold asked. “You could just disappear. Leave them to fight over what’s left.”

No, she couldn’t. “I won’t let him down,” she said. “And I won’t let them take everything I’ve ever known.”

He nodded. She hoped she was imagining the faint glimmer of disapproval in his gaze.

She straightened. Crossed her arms. “Give the order. Whatever you need to do to set it in motion, do it.”

“I’ll need you to be more specific,” he said carefully.

“No, you don’t. You know what I’m talking about. Do it.”

Now she knew she wasn’t imagining his disapproval. “I’m still not sure about this.”

“I am,” she said. “Do you trust me?”

There wasn’t so much as a fraction of a second of hesitation between her question and his nod. “You know I do.”

Something in her that had frozen solid mere minutes ago at Stanbury’s words thawed at his response. “Then do it.”

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[statecryptids]

OZARK HOWLER- ARKANSAS

The Ozarks are a range of low mountains found primarily in Northern Arkansas and southern Missouri with portions extending into Oklahoma and Kansas.   Their origins lie in the late Paleozoic when sand, silt, coral, and shells built up as layers of sludge on the bottom of a sea that covered  what would eventually become the American South. Over time these sediments hardened into rock- sand became sandstone, silt became slate, and the shells and coral became limestone- and the movement of tectonic plates pushed them upwards into a low dome-like plateau.  Over the next 485 million years rivers and rain gradually eroded the soft rocks into canyons, cliffs, and caves that have provided habitat for bears, bobcats, otters and other Southern wildlife along with more unusual creatures like blind cave fish, collared lizards and endangered grey bats. And perhaps a cryptid or two.

According to legend, the people of the Ozarks have been haunted for decades by the unearthly screams of a beast dubbed the Black Howler.  Those who have caught a glimpse of the monster describe it as a dark-furred cat nearly the size of a bear. Other reports claim it has glowing red eyes and demonic horns sprouting from its head.

Explanations for the beast range from a normal, though unknown, species of large cat to something more supernatural. A few people have even compared the beast to English and Welsh legends of black dogs, cŵn annwn, hellhounds, and other supernatural beasts that bring misfortune to those who see them.

More skeptical people have speculated that the Howler is simply a misidentified cougar. Though these big cats are believed to be extinct in this region, it’s possible that a small population has survived. Or perhaps a few lone individuals have wandered in from other areas. This theory is bolstered by photos from trail cams showing creatures that strongly resemble these animals, and by similar cases of “phantom big cats” occurring in areas of the US where they are not normally found.

Though some claim that legends of the Howler go back generations, cryptozoologist Loren Coleman has found that the first reports of the beast originated from posts on online forums in the late 1990s. His investigations indicate that the “folklore” about the beast was a deliberate hoax to mock the widespread reports of chupacabras and bigfoots that were becoming increasingly widespread at the time thanks to the advent of the internet. Hoax it may be, but the Howler has since become a popular piece of Ozark folklore and sightings are still regularly reported.

 The Howler is especially significant as one of the first urban legend monsters to be created online, laying the groundwork for later, more famous internet creatures like Slenderman, The Rake, Momo, and Trevor Henderson’s Siren Head.

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[swampstew]

KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 8

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI.

Summary: Inspired by this youtube short sent by @basilisa-scorpii <3

*Phone app notification goes ping*

TikTok – KillerCook has uploaded a new video. Check it out!

Title: Constructing Manwiches Description: Making the boys some lunch in an unorthodox way. What’s your favorite tool? 5 minute video. The thumbnail is Killer wearing his trademark blue and white striped helmed topped by a yellow hard hat.

*Press Play*

“Hey everyone! KillerCook here for a short one today. Between the four of us, we manage a repair shop that’s attached to a car garage that we also own for our day jobs. We’ve had some big projects recently and we’re all pulling double shifts to get our orders done in time. So, apologies that I haven’t been making content lately during this lull period! Today, I’m going to prep some sandwiches for the guys so we can keep on working. Recipe is in the caption, let’s get to constructing these bad boys.”

The head chef was wearing a half-unbuttoned, navy-blue jumpsuit with a beat up white tank top underneath. Perfectly chiseled muscles unfairly hidden under the tight-fitting uniform. He tied his apron over his outfit and then pulled out a yellow safety hat from off-camera and placed it on his covered head.

“Presenting: the ingredients—”

The camera panned to the countertop that had a line of uncut deli meats, veggies, cheeses, spices, and seasonings spread out in an organized fashion. At the end of the row sat a pile of long bread loafs.

“—And the tools to make our lunch.”

The camera panned to the kitchen table. Lined across the wood were literal construction tools. A circular saw, a smaller handsaw, a chisel, a bolster, a hammer, a wide head pan, measuring tape, a putty knife, a trowel, a disc grinder, a small torch, and of course, toothpicks.

The next few seconds showed Killer dramatically sliding on construction gloves, snapping safety glasses over the face of his helmet, and tying his hair back in a messy, low bun. The synth-pop beat of a song playing in the background accompanied his video.

As was common with TikTok videos, the next few minutes were short clips of Killer preparing the food using the tools to make the titular ‘Manwiches.’

Using the circular saw, Killer sliced the bread loaves apart. With the ruler he measured the length of each loaf half and then measured the meats, cheese, and vegetables. He utilized the smaller handsaw and bolster to chop the produce and deli ingredients to size. Killer picked up the head pan and began adding spices, seasonings, and wet ingredients, mixing them together with the chisel to create the signature sauce.

Stepping back to grab the torch, Killer used it to lightly toast the bread. Starting with the most cooled half, Killer reached for the putty knife and dipped it into the head pan, spreading the sauce over the bread.

Killer used the trowel to place layers of meat, cheese, and vegetables down one after another, each layer separated with a thin layer of oil, mayonnaise, and Dijon mustard, respectively. Before he placed the top half of the bread over the nearly complete sandwiches, he sprinkled salt and pepper from his fingertips like a diva chef. A certified meme.

With the sandwich constructed, Killer picked up the ruler again and began placing the toothpicks 5 inches apart from each other, using the hammer to lightly tap them through the thick sandwiches. Grabbing the disc grinder, he gave the sides of the loaves a once-over to trim the fallout. Wiping down the handsaw, Killer used it to cut the loaves into handheld sandwiches, the toothpicks helped keep the stuffed ingredients stabilized as he cut them into shareable sizes. A cute spinning logo led the transition to the next scene, the logo flying far too fast to make out.

For a moment, the camera was blurred and unfocused due to four sandwiches being pressed right up to the lens, only to be pulled back by the four hands of the housemates. As the sandwiches cleared the focal point, Wire, Heat, and Kid came into view as they brought their sandwiches to their mouths, taking large bites out of them. The camera zoomed in on their faces as each man’s face reacted to the food.

Each hunk was wearing a one piece outfit – Heat and Kid wore similar jumpsuits to Killer, though Heat was the only one who wore his formally. Kid had taken the top half of his off, hanging over his hips with no undershirt on as his sweaty skin glistened against his sculpted, muscles on camera. Wire wore a short, striped romper, choosing fashion over work safety.

Kid’s dimples were smeared with sauce, a bit of lettuce stuck to his lip as he chewed with bulging cheeks. How the food wasn’t oozing through his wide smile was a mystery. Heat’s eyes were closed as he took bite after bite of his sandwich, flashing a thumbs up at the camera.

Wire had one eye screwed shut and was pushing down the bridge of his nose as he ate his, “It’s got a bit of a kick!”

Instead of verbal reviews, the three taste-testers/lunch recipients held up pieces of paper with hand drawn ratings of the food. Kid and Heat both held up two scythes crossed at the center, while Wire held up one scythe. The redhead and bluette glared at their tall friend who responded with a shrug.

Wire was not expecting to be hit by a sandwich but that’s exactly what happened. From behind the camera, Killer threw his with such speed it appeared as a blur on camera, exploding on impact and showering Wire with sauce, meat, cheese, and veggies. Kid and Heat roared with laughter as Wire frowned at his stained short-sleeve romper, throwing a middle finger at the camera.

The video ended with the frame of Wire going through a glitch effect as the hue turned blue. At the end, KillerCook’s logo floated to the center of the screen before the final video effect turned the show off.

Bonus: The comment section

Bolt.N.Nuts: I’m just a lost lil’ bit looking for my power drill🥺 KillerCook: …I don’t even have words. Are you calling ME a tool? PunkNeverDied69: Your 🍆 dude KillerCook: Don’t bring eggplants into this!

Merry1589: I’m a ground stake looking for the right sledgehammer. PunkNeverDied69: Jesus Christ – Killer what did you start

Seri0usP3rson: My favorite tool is handsome and dumb as bricks FlamingHot420:  Now that’s just mean.

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[tranceindia123]

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Bolsters are round pillows that are frequently used for comfort and support when relaxing or sleeping. They are well-known for being adaptable and can be used for several purposes, including extra head or leg cushioning, back support when sitting up in bed, and even as decorative accents on your bed.At Trance Home Linen, we recognize that comfort and durability are just as important to luxury as appearances. Because of this, we are pleased to present our exquisite collection of bolster covers, which are intended to improve the sophistication and opulence of your sleeping environment dramatically. Cotton bolster covers (pack of 2 & 200 TC). These come with ties on both sides so they can be secured tightly. They are available in many colours and designs to suit your other furnishings.

[quirkwizard]

Can you do Blood Control and Gigantification for a Quirk Marriage? :)

New Quirk Name: Polycythemia or Giant's Blood

This Emitter type Quirk allows the user to expel their own blood from their body. This blood will then form and harden around the user's body, forming an armor of blood. This process quickly replenishes the user's blood, meaning the user can rapidly cover themselves in blood to become much larger. At their maximum size, the user stands up to twenty feet tall. The user can still move their body due to a form of manipulation. This manipulation can let the user shape the blood to a limited degree as long as it is attached to them, such as by forming spikes around themselves or trapping another person in their wall of blood. This gives the user a good combat Quirk, their immense physical abilities bolstered by the surprising amount of depth of control they have. They can overwhelm foes with their sheer size, grow weaponry out of their body, work as a massive shield for their allies, wrap up opponents to keep them from moving, or simply use it to prevent themselves from bleeding out. Though this still relies on the user's blood and is close to their body, meaning they can run out of it if they use it too much or have it knocked off of them, especially if the main body is harmed. The user's larger size can make it difficult to move around in small spaces and may cause accidental damage.

[lonelyroommp3]

I'm interested about your spring awakening ensemble thoughts! Why do you dislike them for that show? Is it because there are already enough minor named characters that already function as a 'ensemble' you think its not needed?

it’s partly that from a purely practical standpoint! for example, speaking from my specific position as an MD, there’s no need for an ensemble to fill out the sound or sing additional harmony lines because all the writing and vocal arrangement has been done for a cast of a specific size so it’s just. not necessary to bulk it out further

however my main issue is from a storytelling perspective - one of the great things about spring awakening to me is the way every teen character has at least an implied plotline or inner life. even the characters we don’t get to know in any real detail like otto or anna have a name, vaguely drawn personality, etc. and not only does this work towards fleshing out the world of the show but, more importantly, i feel it gives the impression that everybody on that stage has a story and wants and needs and desires, which i think is a really necessary reflection of the show’s central themes in terms of drawing all the teenage characters as distinct people who deserve autonomy and their own identities (contrast with all the adult characters being played by two actors, depriving them of that same level of depth and implied individuality & inner richness). so i think adding a ton of anonymous kids who, because of the way the show is written, have sweet fuck all to do cheapens & diminishes that.

i know you didn’t ask about why i have the same issue with adding an ensemble to dear evan hansen but i think my issues with that are grounded in very similar principles. with the way deh’s book is written & the original production’s approach to direction, choreography, etc it feels in many ways like a play that happens to have songs moreso than A Musical, especially in how its characters are drawn; every character exists for a specific reason to fulfill a clearly demarcated function practically and artistically, and there is no structural need for a traditional ensemble. much like spring awakening i also think the idea that every person we see physically present on the stage is a fully fleshed out person with their own hopes and dreams and struggles is massively important thematically and this element is, again, likely going to be cheapened by throwing randos onstage to fill the space. finally, i think it misses the point that what sense of an ensemble we DO have in dear evan hansen is provided by The Internet, with the virtual chorus, use of projections etc giving us the clear impression of an active and vocal world beyond the characters we see physically present on the stage but also providing enough detachment for us to view The Internet as something of a monolith, filled with individuals but who are easily shaped into an indistinguishable, sometimes bolstering, sometimes terrifying mass by the way stories and events are manipulated by and for social media. so i think that having a physical ensemble onstage risks muddying the presence and power of the internet as a major theme in the show.

who knows, maybe the marketing is being deliberately vague and the cast members marked as “ensemble” ARE just going to be lending their offstage voices & faces to a “virtual ensemble” representative of the internet (in addition to their cover tracks, of course). but considering how said marketing also keeps going on about this being a bold new reimagining of the show or whatever i think i reserve the right to be a little suspicious 😐

[kultofathena]

Ádám Bodorics – All Steel Bauernwehr and Scabbard

This stylistically unique and custom crafted Bauerwehr bt Ádám Bodorics has a sharpened and well tempered blade which is solidly constructed and matched to a hilt of steel. The dagger comes with a scabbard of wood hich is sheathed in steel and completed with a steel hanging belt loop. The dagger feels quite capable and authoritative in the hand and its blade has a thick spine to ensure it has excellent durability. Below are Ádám’s own thoughts on his custom creation:

The Bauernwehr is the dagger-sized relative of the Messer, and it also exhibits noticeable variation. This specific piece has no historical analogue as far as I know, rather it’s an interpretation of a trend present on a variety of different sidearms from the period. All-metal and full-steel sidearms appear with some regularity from the end of the 15th century.

We see it on an early rapier, a glorious Kriegsmesser, several quillon daggers, stortas – so to me it made sense to create a Bauernwehr in this style. The blade is hand-forged and ground from 80crv2 and is heat-treated to 54-56 HrC. It has a minimal amount of distal taper to avoid making it too hilt-heavy. The false edge is also fully sharpened. There is a narrow and shallow fuller on both sides along the spine. The tang extends into the hilt only partially and is heavily tapered. The entire hilt is forged, ground, filed and chiseled from a single piece of mild steel. The “bolster” and “pommel” areas are marked out with pairs of filed lines, further decorated with chiseled lines. The fuller extends from the “bolsters” all the way through the “pommel”, with the sides further emphasized with a filed border. The “grip” area is lightly decorated with chiseled diagonals, emulating the puff&slash fashion slowly coming into vogue by the end of the century. It is secured to the blade by five steel rivets peened and filed down. Three rivets are along the tang, one at the edge end of the “bolsters” and one at the spine end of them.

The Nagel is also embellished by filework and chiseling, and is peened on the other side, with the peen filed down very close to the fuller of the grip. The entire hilt was cold-blued with a light touch bringing out the high spots, highlighting the details. The scabbard is based on a variety of dagger scabbards, redesigned to fit the curved blade. It has a wooden core and a mild steel cover fabricated from multiple pieces. It emulates the puff and slash fashion of the 16thcentury and has a relatively simple and subdued finial. The suspension is a chain made up of strips and rings of steel, based on a period original, terminating in a steel belt loop. It is also cold-blued and highlighted to match the hilt.

[edupunkn00b]

Where the Air is Sweet, Chapter 7

Photo by Rachel Martin on Unsplash

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Patton and Logan share a quiet evening together. WC: 782 - Rated: G - CW: fluf, fluf, fluff

After dinner, Patton and Logan shared a big slice of the angel food cake drizzled in Crofters syrup. They sat together on the floor in front of the coffee table, backs pressed against Patton’s overstuffed armchair.

“What, um..” Logan began carefully. He stabbed at a soft berry and tapped it against the plate. “What would you think about trading in our chairs for a…” He glanced up at Patton’s eyes, courage bolstered by his smile and the way he leaned a little closer, listening.

“Well, for a sofa. Or a… a love seat to fit the space.”

Patton’s eyes twinkled, lips curled in a tiny grin, as he looked around their living room. “It would give us a comfy spot to enjoy together,” he nodded.

Unbidden, Logan’s eyes caught on their open bedroom door and the two twin beds within. He looked back quickly, but not before Patton followed his gaze, grin growing. “I like the way you think, Lo.” He took another bite of the cake, then speared a piece for Logan, as well. “We could go shopping for a sofa next weekend.”

Still chewing, Logan nodded, appreciating both the chance to think and Patton’s quiet agreement to ignore his other, unspoken, musings. Did he want to propose a similar change in their room? 

He and Patton hadn’t ever talked about their furniture before. Not really, at least. They’d simply each brought a few things from their college housing after they graduated and gone in together on the television they rarely watched and coffee table. But lately, they’d found themselves drawn to this little spot on the floor, dissolving the distance between them when they each sat in their separate armchairs.

With the exception of the occasions when Patton woke with nightmares, they each stuck to their own beds. Logan couldn’t deny, though, how more than once, he had lay awake, listening to Patton’s quiet sleep sounds and wished he had a reason to curl next to his warmth and breathe in the vanilla scent of his curls.

“Lo?” Patton had set the plate down on the coffee table and reached for him, one hand cupping his cheek. “Still thinking about Monday?”

Logan’s face flushed under his palm and he shrugged, unsure which was more embarrassing to admit, that he’d been imagining smelling his best friend’s hair or that he’d completely forgotten about his interview. “Per—perhaps,” he stammered, covering Patton’s hand and pressing it closer to his cheek.

Grinning, Patton brushed a thumb over his cheekbone. “I have an idea for another distraction before bed if you’re up for it.”

“I believe I would benefit from an additional distraction tonight,” he admitted.

Still smiling, Patton pressed a kiss against his forehead and gently detangled their limbs before rising to his feet. “I need to get something from the closet and I’ll join you in the kitchen.”

“A mystery,” Logan said, Patton’s smile soon spreading to his face, too. “I’ll take care of this,” he nodded as he picked up their plate and turned to the kitchen.

“Oh, thanks, Lo!” He shot him another thousand-watt smile and hurried off to their room.

Not at all certain what to expect, Logan washed the plate and wiped down the counter. He’d just put away the dried dish when Patton returned with an old, dented shoe box. The faded size sticker on one end was just barely visible, revealing a size Patton hadn’t worn since high school.

A low laugh bubbled up from deep in Logan’s belly. “Is that your broken crayon collection?”

“Tada!” Patton cheered, tugging off the lid with a flourish. The box was filled to the brim with snapped bits of crayons in a kaleidoscope of colors. The familiar scent of wax hit Logan’s nose, the scent of coloring books and kindergarten. The scent of childhood.

“You’ve filled it!” Logan laughed again, moving around the counter and running his fingers lightly over the broken crayons within. Patton had been collecting them since the day they’d met. When a crayon broke or had been worn down to a nub too small to hold, he’d squirreled it away. Years of crayon boxes were represented in that box and years of coloring. “What are you—” 

Logan’s eyes widened when a sudden thought struck him. “Wait, Pat… you’re not getting rid of them, are you?”

“Oh, no!” Patton shifted the box, cradling it close to his chest and reached with his other hand to cup Logan’s cheek. “No, of course not!” He grinned, shoulders dancing. “I was thinking we could melt them down and make rainbow crayons with those old mini muffin tins Remus found. Will you help?”

“I’d be honored, Pat. What shall we do first?”

[soullikethesea]

Wuss thinks this is ridiculous to write about, but I'll write anyway. I've been watching videos about fidget/sensory toys, trying to figure out if there's something we could add to our life to decrease nervous system stress.

So far nothing really makes an impression. Except maybe that I'm realizing more about the stimmy activities that keep me sane. So what are they? Excellent question!

- blankets. Not just the weighted kinds. My favourite one is a super cheap fleece blanket that I've had for like 10 years. I like stretching out my arms and wrapping it super tightly around me. I also especially like having it over my head, kind of like a hoodie, but better.

- hot water bottle. I freaking love this and use it at night whenever I can bear to (when it is not too hot). It's so soothing..!

- plushies. They also get use every day. Right now I especially love my leopard and I also like the little bear. The leopard has such a nice weight to it, it's the perfect size, and a nice kind of soft.

- noise-blocking ear covers. The ones that block out quite a lot and provide some pressure. I use them every few days, I would say.

- exercise. Yes, my beloved. I get super unhappy when I can't access this type of gross motor stimulation and the body tension/stretching. With yoga I don't care as much about the stretch, I mostly go for the singing bowls...

- sunglasses!!! I. Love. Them.

- light that can change colours. Great product. I dropped it a few too many times, so now it can only be used when charged, that's a bit of a shame. But otherwise I really like it.

I haven't used these in a while, but feel like they would be nice: soft brush (baby brush that I use for brushing my skin), aroma scent thingies that a friend gifted me, and spicy chocolate. Oh, and I also have a singing bowl of my own! I'm nowhere near as good at playing it as the yoga teacher is, though.

Things I would consider buying: a bolster (special yoga pillow that's heavy and pretty big), eye cover filled with lavender, cherry pit sack (you can warm them up and use it as a sort of tiny hot water bottle, apparently). I was also looking into getting some of Aaron's Thinking Putty, but it's pretty hard to get around here & I'm not sure if I believe their website that says that silicones are fine for the environment/nature...

Do you guys have any recommendations?

[bitchycrusadeking]

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Maximizing Test Effectiveness: Unraveling the Advantages of Selenium in Web Testing

Introduction: Selenium, a prominent automation testing framework, has redefined the landscape of web application testing. Renowned for its versatility, user-friendliness, and robust capabilities, Selenium is an indispensable asset for professionals engaged in software testing. In this discourse, we explore the manifold advantages of utilizing Selenium for web testing and elucidate how it empowers testers to achieve optimal outcomes.

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In summation, Selenium offers a plethora of advantages for web testing, encompassing precision and reliability, enhanced test stability, improved efficiency, cross-browser compatibility, seamless integration, scalability, cost-effectiveness, and comprehensive test coverage. By harnessing the power of Selenium, testers can streamline their testing endeavors, augment test coverage, and deliver high-quality web applications that align with the expectations of end-users and stakeholders alike.