#cats without hats

[gormlessboy]

more berseria sketches bc i love my kids

[we-re-always-alright]

somehow at 15” I’m still on the first fucking skein of yarn HOW FAR DOES THIS THING GO

[ratatatastic]

or alternatively dweeb meets other dweeb more news at 11

LIGHT. LIGHT IN HIS EYES. LOOK AT EM BIG OLE EYES. LOOK AT HIM TOUCH HIS JERSEY.

GLORY BE TO THE MIKKSY SIGNED JERSEY RAAAAAAAAA

CanesWear Signing | 7.1.24

[jimmyspades]

Do you think its worth it to watch the practice before i watch Boston legal. I want to start it but dont know if you should watch the practice first

I watched season 8 of The Practice before I watched any of Boston Legal and I really enjoyed doing it that way!! It's not *necessary* but if you're watching for James/Alan Shore you get a lot more of his backstory/early personality and some background with other characters, like Tara and Denny.

I think you can totally jump into Boston Legal without seeing any of The Practice and it'll make sense but I will always recommend checking out tragic chaotic s8 Alan <3

[catinfroghat]

What if it

Was all a dream

[thedemises]

note!... woo! 1,290 words this time, and im quite proud of this myself ngl. i came up with the idea of reader becoming so irritated to the point of threatening a shopkeeper for lying about the exact amount of berries that they gave him (does that summary make sense?)—and also, the shop owner refers to the reader with the usage of the ‘she’ feminine pronoun once but no one really cares in this scenario (unless that makes you uncomfortable, then im sorry—i can't predict everyone's pronouns and not everybody's the same, the world would be boring if it were like that though). reader is implied to be taller and swears fairly quite a lot in this one-

━━.  MONEY COUNT。straw hats scenario!!

as much as you tried to keep your cool calm and steady and not go boiling to the point of going berserk, unbeknownst to the shopkeeper of the store, your patience was running thin when a second passes.

staring down at the shopkeeper, you attempted to not show any signs of irritation but the twitching in your eye says otherwise. you could say that you were glad he didn't notice—but at the same time, you wanted him to see you slowly get into a state of boiling exasperation.

it was supposed to be a simple task to restock the ship after docking on the island; go in, tell the owner what you needed, pay, and get back to the ship—simple, right? however, of course, this shopkeeper—despite appearing to be a relatively frail, old man—had to be an absolute asshole. and for what reason did he had to be one? putting aside that he might know you're a pirate beforehand—it'd be little to none.

as the old geezer harshly tells you to give him the “correct” amount, your hand subconsciously flexes and clench your fist with your thumb inside all your fingers—squeezing hard enough for you to crack a joint in your thumb painlessly.

going through your assorted memories in your head, you knew for a fact that from the back of your mind—you counted the money correctly although the man before you keeps making false statements about it. hell—your ship's navigator, nami, had counted out that exact amount ahead of time and that woman was so tight about money that not only was she rarely that far off, but there’s no possible way you, or she, could've ‘miscounted’ according to you.

standing face-to-face with the store owner with the berries in your hand (one that isn't clenched into a fist; yet shaking in visible anger), you were seconds before bursting into an eruption of negative emotions at the man who woke up and decides to play the role of “The Jerk” on a thursday morning—which you did, but through actions instead.

a loud bang suddenly vibrates through the air which made the shopkeeper flinch violently and shut his mouth quick, simultaneously his hands were up in defense position as he draws his attention away from you and his spooked eyes travel towards to the double-headed spear you've brung along with you (who knows how long he hadn't noticed the weapon you sported since you entered the shop), which had one of the two blades stuck into the wood of the table that separates both the buyer and the seller, nudged well into it that the wood might break into two if you pressed down any further.

silence emits the air for a few seconds, besides your deep breathing that could be heard as much as you tried to slow it down and not express your intense irritation to the owner—although he could already sense your anger.

a chuckle slips from your tongue, your adam's apple bopping slightly. “oh? but  i'm sorry, sir, i am certain that i counted the correct amount—” —the corners of your own lips upturn as you continue, “—even a friend of mine did it herself. there isn't a chance that both of us could perhaps be...” slowly, you lift your head up and stare into his eyes with your own blank intimidating ones—a threatening grin sports your features and the matching menacing glint in your eyes never fades, making the shop owner's fear of you increase now that he realizes the upcoming situation.

“wrong?” you could feel yourself laughing even more as you added on more threat-laced sentences after the other. “i don't give a shitty damn that you already knew i'm a pirate, i'm still a customer nonetheless, no?” you hum with a perked eyebrow, almost mocking him in some way.

“well—”

“oh, i see.. how about i just show you every way that you could be obviously wrong about this, you old scummy son of a dead bitch—”

just then, a bang similar to the one but louder before interrupts the one-sided-argument-turning-interrogation—making the frightened shopkeeper flinch once again at the noisiness.

“hey [name]! there you are!!” luffy’s upbeat voice called and vibrates through the tense air of the store, his iconic smile greeting you when you glanced over. following him after on his two sides were roronoa zoro and sanji, both simply glared at the owner you were about to spill the most unthinkable threats you could've thought of at the top of your head. to this, you sigh and force your spear to hodge itself out of the table's wood which left a evident scar—a silent threat from you to the shopkeeper.

“nami said you were late so we came to check on you.” luffy explains briefly before he noticed the fearful expression on the shop owner's face and appears confused for a moment. “huh? why does that guy look so afraid? did you do something?” the straw hat captain looks you for an answer.

sanji was the second one to speak up, as zoro scans the shop's interior. “[name]-san, do you mind telling us what’s going on here?” asked the cook as he walks up to you and checks your face closely with narrowed eyes.

“did he hurt you anywhere?” the shopkeeper takes the chance to speak up for once in a while, his voice trembling in the remaining fear you made him feel. “th- that wretched brat didn’t pay me the exact amount!” he takes a shallow breath in, sweating building up around his neck, “she still owes me at least a bit more berries because of that!” the man yells, pointing an accusing finger at you—to which you scoffed at and simultaneously rolled your eyes, directing your hued-gaze down at the blond man standing beside you.

“that asshole is telling bullshit after bullshit i tell you,” you grumbled, placing a hand in your hip as you switch to different position to your taste, almost in a similar pose the cook of the straw hats crew.

“listen, that man keeps telling my ear off how incorrect the amount of money i had on hand,” you show the same count of berries in your grasp, the amount of money that nami had given you beforehand. “the geezer denies every time i tried to correct him that what i had was the right amount according to nami and i—heck, i even counted it in front of his two eyes but he wouldn't fucking listen to a thing i said—” you snapped your head to his direction, glaring at the owner mercilessly. “it's like you were born to have ears never meant to be used for.”

“what?!”

speak of the devil, nami herself was also there miraculously. you greeted her with a lazy wave of your hand as you watched nami storm off herself on confronting the shopkeeper soon as you let her have the cash you previously had in your grasp—the young, ginger-haired woman was practically breathing flames on the tip of her tongue with teeth akin to of a shark. it was sort of funny but satisfying to see the look on the old guy's face.

as you were lead away with nico robin, least to say that all of you relatively got what you needed on the thousand sunny for a few weeks sailing on the vast, deep blue sea—awaiting the upcoming adventures you may come across.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved.  ━━  slightly inspired by that one scene of chapter 32 in the bungō stray dogs manga.

[wanderingmausoleum]

today i give you my attempt to make ymir in dress to impress. tomorrow, who knows

[solvicrafts]

So here's our favorite bastard peacock of a man.

The one.

The only.

Jarlaxle Baenre. As a soft, snuggly plush doll.

...he actually looks a lot better in person, but the lighting in my room sucks this late in the day, so I'm gonna be taking him out for new & better pictures sometime this week. I'll take him, Jarlaxle, and Raistlin out on a little field trip to the park or something.

As you can see, I had him sharing the star blanket with Valas <3

The mushroom print did end up being too big after all, so it's hard to actually tell what he's wearing, but I just wanted to get him done in time to snuggle with me when I start Promise of the Witch-King. Eventually I plan on making a ton more clothes for him.

I also made Raistlin! I actually finished him last week but didn't want to post him until I found my jewelry set so I could make his moon necklace - still haven't found it, but I couldn't resist getting them both in the same picture.

[vulpinesaint]

truly you have to participate in the compliment economy. random compliments are so rare but it's not because you don't deserve them! our discomfort with engaging with other people makes it so that only some people take the initiative to give compliments in the first place, and that's really only if there's something standout about the person they're complimenting. it doesn't have to be that way. get comfortable with telling people that you like their clothes or their hair or that they have nice eyes or a good smile or a pretty laugh or that you admire the way they carry themself or like their music taste or just that you think they're nice or smart or cool. put a little delight out into the world! once you've done that, it opens up similar dialogues bit by bit... and as a secret special bonus, when you tell someone something nice, they're often very happy to have a chance to tell you something nice in return :)

[ace-no-isha]

simply in love with her and her kindness. constantly thinking about how the “weakling” duo gain courage from protecting the ones they love and are so much stronger. this specifically tying back to nami’s backstory is something i adore

[the-lesser-light]

Another Jewish Poll! How do you express yourself in what you wear?

Super curious to see what everyone wears. Let me know if I missed something! This is more for every day dress, not just for going to shul or special occasions.

[keeps-ache]

standing here in my star-patterned bathrobe holding a stylus while inscribing something onto my computer. it's wizard time baby

[softenthestars]

my oc Mimi. She’s soft spoken and shy. Loves to crochet and sew.

She’s also a huge fan of her neighbor’s (Gino’s) local metal band, and goes to all his shows, and sometimes gives him homemade merch

[aucupariaart]

2. scurry

To be honest I’m not sure if the motive makes sense for that word? I’ve never heard it before, so I had to trust google Translate and hope for the best?

[jimmyspades]

I am so tempted to start watching Boston Legal because of you

DO IT!! GIVE IT A TRY!!! It’s not for everyone haha but it’s become one of my favorite shows (if not thee favorite). Definitely feels dated at times but I think that makes it a very interesting capsule of mid-2000s American culture and politics… Some of James’ best work and very smart writing too

And Alan 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[blunderpuff]

all of my Halloween stuff is on a moving truck somewhere. the box of hats in the craft closet in the library is missing

and wouldn't ya know it-- the Party City that is WALKING DISTANCE to my house.... CLOSED ON MONDAYS