#i got a queue filled up tho

[kopimoss]

with all the cost increases but no pay increase, I might have to start another job on weekends and be less active here sorry zzzzz

[brighteststar707]

so sleeeeepy

[thanksfortheflaglove]

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[allthings-skin]

i’m a little bit scared of you, how did you manage to dig up so many posts

Literally just scoured the tags dry, + searched for more on the blogs of the people I looked at

Ended up being... very spammy =. = sorry for that ^. ^

[stellasmessyworld]

CHAPTER 1: Unexpected encounters

You study law at the Dragonstone University. How will your life change when your roommate’s attractive brother starts studying at the same university.

Enemies to Lovers. Modern au. Aemond Targaryen x Y/N.

~i do not own any these characters it’s just a fanfiction~

It’s 8am when you wake up and check your phone. Initially, you just stare at the screen but then you realise that your classes start in half an hour. This realisation prompts you jump out of the bed. You get out of the room and find your way to the bathroom but as you try to open the door, you hear a voice saying “Occupied!”. The voice belonged to your roommate and best friend since the beginning of your freshman year- Heleana Targaryen.

You met accidentally on the campus and started talking. After a few weeks she proposed you move in with her. The spacious apartment offered a welcome escape from your crowded dorm. The room you got at Heleana’s (now also your) apartment was nice with a big closet. The issue was that there was only one bathroom and at this moment when you needed it most, it was occupied. You couldn’t blame Heleana, she probably thought you already left for classes earlier.

Unable to access the bathroom, you decide to at least get some breakfast. You head to the kitchen to grab a bowl and fill it with cereal and milk, as you quickly empty it while scrolling through your phone. Just as you finish your cereal the bathroom door opens, revealing Hel in with a towel over her head.

“Good morning, babes” she greets you as she dries off her hair with the dampened towel.

“Hi Hel”, you reply “it could’ve been a good day if my alarm could finally wake me up one of these days”.

“Oh no, you overslept again?” she asked genuinely concerned.

“Yep” you confirm, emphasising the “P”.

“What class do you have now?” she asks. “Constitutional Law, so if i don’t get there in ten minutes the professor will kill me.” I stand up from the kitchen chair and make my way to the now free bathroom. “You know i can always talk with him, right? He is my grandfather after all.”

“It’s alright, Hel. I know professor Hightower is your grandfather but i don’t want to be treated differently just because of my friendship with you. I’ll manage to get there on time somehow. Thank you tho.” you tell her from the bathroom actually content that she wants to help in her own way. You brush your teeth quickly as you get yourself ready to leave. When you finish doing a quick makeup, you decide that you’re all ready to walk out. “Bye, Hel. See ya in the evening.” “Have a nice day, babes” she replies as you smile at her and close the door behind yourself.

The way to the Dragonstone University wasn’t long because you live literally next to the campus. You get there at 8:26am which spares you 4 minutes to get some coffee before the class. “How nice…” you think.

There is just one person before you in the queue to the café, and it’s the person you wouldn’t think you would see today.

Aemond Targaryen - Heleana’s younger brother, also majoring in Law. You were surpised to see him because it was already the second term of the freshman year and you hadn’t seen him even once at the University. The last time you saw him was actually the time you met him. It was when he visited you and Heleana at the flat. You were living there for 2 weeks at that moment. Heleana introduced the two of you and you exchanged typical small talk, until he excused himself to the bathroom and you had to leave for class.

It was a bit weird to you, to see him at your University, because the last time you talked about him with Heleana she mentioned he is studying at the Kingslanding University and definitely not here.

It wasn’t anything terrible that he was here. He is very intelligent, eloquent and um well…attractive. You couldn’t lie to yourself that he wasn’t good looking, as he was standing before you in his black jeans, a green cashmere-looking sweater that probably cost a fortune. His long hair tied in a bun. He was wearing a couple of silver rings on his fingers and ~oh his fingers~ were they nice?…

And then there is you, sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, quick messy makeup and a bit of tangled hair and your head. Snapping back to reality you decide to run away and skip coffee because you don’t want him to see you look like this. As you turn around to quickly leave you hear a voice that makes you jump.

“Yn, hi!” It’s Jace Velaryon standing in front of you he’s Hel’s nephew. “How many of her family members study or teach here?” you think to yourself. “Hi Jace, how are you?” you reply not to be considered mean as he hugs you tightly. Suddenly he tenses and you already know what’s his reason of sudden stress. It’s the silver-haired man you were trying to run away from. “Hello, nephew” you hear his deep voice. “Aemond”, Heleana’s cousin replies still a bit tense. Then Aemond’s eye lands on you. “Yn, i thought i would see you here”. You shiver at his words. Did he think about you? you were asking yourself so many questions but then you decided to reply to him. “Good to see you, Aemond” you give him a soft smile. And he looks at you for a couple of seconds too long…

Thank you for reading… It’s my first fic on tumblr so if you have any advise for me i would be thankful. Love u all. <3

credits: pattern banners by @cafekitsune and the graphic of the title was made by Image Creator from Microsoft Bing.

[miscfandomwrites]

Mama: Chapter Three

A/N: Oop, another repost. I'll set this in my queue for now tho.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Clint being Clint.

Words: 1.2k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

Thankfully, the rest of the trip was quiet and peaceful. I decided to listen to some music and rest for a bit. Once we landed, I put my jacket and backpack on, and then carefully picked up Lillith. 

Clint stayed by my side the entire time, occasionally giving me a worried glance.

He spoke in a hushed tone once we got inside. 

“You’ll be on the eighteenth floor, and I’m right above you if you need anything. I’ve already started to set up some things the way you like them. The map is up in the living room and the kitchen is stocked with snacks.” He told me. 

“Thank you. I thought there was only one kitchen?” I asked him. 

“There’s the main, but all floors have a basic setup. Fridge, microwave, sink, dishwasher, and countertop stove. There’s no oven, unless you buy one of the countertop ones.” He replied to me. I nodded. 

Him, Natasha, Lillith, and I got into the elevator. Clint pushed the button to go up to my floor. 

“I can’t believe she’s still asleep.” Natasha whispered to me. I smiled at her and readjusted my grip on the sleeping toddler in my arms. 

“She sleeps through anything. It was a gift when she was littler.” I replied. 

The elevator flew up the floors really quickly. Within two minutes we were already at my floor. 

We got off, and Clint walked to the back of the floor. I looked around-this place was huge. And I had it entirely for Lillith and I…

I followed Clint into a bedroom that was as big as my entire living room in my old apartment, and saw the decor setup for Lillith. 

The walls were painted to show a forest scenery, and various woodland animals weaved through the trees and branches. The colors were done tastefully in green, dark brown, and black. A touch of gold here and there, but overall it gave the room a very ‘foresty’ feeling. Lillith had a huge dresser and a closet with mirrors on it, along with her toy box and bookshelves. Her stuffed animals were everywhere, including on her bed. Thankfully, it was a twin, not a queen. Clint and Natasha excused themselves, heading to where I assumed the kitchen was. 

The few times Lillith slept in a queen bed, she somehow managed to move more than enough to yank and burrito herself in all the blankets, usually getting stuck and hollering for me in the morning to let her out to go pee. 

I set her down in the bed, pulling the blankets gently over her. I grabbed her plush wolf-that was almost half her size-and tucked it in her arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around it, pulling it closer to her, I smiled and tucked her in, smoothing her hair around her face. I kissed her on her forehead and told her goodnight, before turning on the nightlight on the wall. 

After gently closing the door, I found my bedroom. My door was painted completely (favorite color). It was just down the hallway from Lilliths, as well. 

I walked in and was greeted by the sight of a large, plush rug and my desk. Everything was mostly still in boxes, because last time I had Clint help me move, kitchenware somehow made it into my desk and my papers had ended up in the kitchen. How he was able to screw up that bad was beyond me, but he somehow did it. 

I tossed my jacket on the chair and set my backpack at the foot of my queen sized bed. The room was decorated with (favorite colors) and the walls were painted white. Shelves were waiting to be filled with my various trinkets and books, and it looks like I not only had a walk-in closet, but a huge bathroom as well. 

After exploring a little bit and moving a box or two, I grabbed my hoodie from my backpack and headed to the kitchen area. 

Clint was making a cup of coffee, and Natasha was looking at the massive map that took up most of one of the walls. 

I opened the fridge and grabbed a soda, popping the lid off and taking a sip. I hopped on the island counter and watched as Clint tried to figure out how to work the coffee machine. 

“Three scoops, fill the water, then press the on button. Not that hard dude.” I told him with a chuckle. He swore under his breath at me, in which I chucked again. I turned towards Natasha and the wall map. 

“What is this?” She asked me, still facing the map. 

“Red pins are places that Hydra has sent me, that I’ve found out about at least. Black pins are places I’ve been after Hydra, White is places I’ve been with Lillith.” I answered, sipping on my soda. 

“And the green?” 

“Places the Marines have sent me.”

“Yellow?” 

“Places I’ve been before the Marines. My childhood.” 

She hummed and turned, walking back to Clint and I. 

I took the time to notice her outfit and her in general. 

Slightly curvy red hair falling just at her shoulders, green eyes that reminded me of emeralds and the forest after rain. A simple t-shirt tucked into black pants, a black leather jacket I knew was just to cover up the fact that she was carrying a gun. Black boots that probably had a knife or two tucked in them. 

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer.” She told me. I looked up to her face and smiled softly. 

“I thought you didn’t want any evidence that you existed?” I told her as I took another drink of my soda. 

She smirked at me. “I suppose you will be the only exception to that.” She replied. 

I grinned and pulled out my phone, snapping a few photos of her. 

“FINALLY!” Clint yelled. I jumped, spilling my soda all over my hoodie and nearly falling off the counter. 

“Jesus Christ Clint, my kid is sleeping!” I whisper-yelled at him. He winced and muttered a ‘sorry’ as he held his coffee cup. 

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and hopped off the counter. My hoodie and shirt was soaked through with soda. I pulled the wet materials away from my body. 

“Thanks, this is what I exactly needed right now.” I snarkily told him.

“You’re welcome, bitch.” He replied, pouring coffee into the cup. 

I pulled off my hoodie and tossed it into a conveniently placed laundry basket. My shirt was soaked through as well. I groaned and tossed the now empty can of soda into the trash, and pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the basket. 

Clint wolf-whistled and I flipped him off. “You’ve got a wife, asshole.” I reminded him. 

He nodded, sipping on his coffee. Then he pointed to Natasha. “She’s single.”  

My mouth opened in protest before I rolled my eyes. 

“Oh please, I got too much to deal with. I’m not exactly wife material right now.” I replied. 

“So?” He told me. 

I shook my head. “You are insane. I’m getting a shower and going to bed. Clint, if you start some shit I will tape you to the ceiling.” I answered. 

Natasha laughed as I entered the hallway, grabbing some clothes from my bag and headed to the bathroom. 

I could tell we would get along fine. 

~~

A/N: I honestly love this. Bit of detail that will/will not be in the story: Clint and Reader have been friends since they were young, drifting apart after high school. He’s the one that helped her with Lillith after her wife died, and helped her join S.H.I.E.L.D. They’ve got a fantastic relationship, if you can’t tell.

[qsmpconfessions]

sorry for the lack of activity!

Real life got really busy and i. i forgot to fill up the queue! regularly scheduled confessions will be continued! some might be a little old tho!

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (21/01/24)

jump is finally back this list so list looks a lot more filled out compared to last week lol

also wanted to say that I feel bad for having not caught up to anything so far this year, but between all the anime I'm watching this season (multiple times the normal) and something else I've been working on (that I should be able to talk about here next week) I just haven't had time to do it (and also running sideblogs but those don't eat up much time since I just queue up stuff for the whole week and then don't touch them again unless something comes up) but anyway

Anime

Dungeon Meshi Ep3

great ep like the other 2, but this episode really had that trigger dna in there so it's my favourite so far easily I understand them playing it safe and stuff since it's an adaptation instead of an original like they usually do but trigger's style is such a treat to see, I'm glad to see that not every episode will be by the books and they'll actually go back to their unique style sometimes

Undead Unluck Ep15

we finally got the new op and ed for the 2nd cour and..they're not nearly as good as the first ones sadly, tho they're certainly not bad. we also got the first appearance of god which was pretty cool anyway next episode is something I've been waiting for since the unjustice one so looking forward to that should be pretty pogged up

Bucchigiri Ep2

I was hoping ep 2 would have a bit more action and it did. it was nothing impressive in terms of the drawings themselves but the coreography was really good. if they can keep up this quality the whole run it'll be an enjoyable show

Manga

Undead Unluck Ch191

very good colour page and chapter. it's not been that long since andy's last appearance since he was here on the unrepair arc, but it's been a very long time since he's done this much. it was cool seeing him show off and showing what he's been doing all this time. nice little intermission chap before we start the next arc in earnest

[deeisace]

I should be working on the bible covers instead of making new jobs for myself, and I will get back to it another day, but I'm going to distract myself from stressing about the guy downstairs by doing a bit of my stepmum's family tree

I said I would last time I saw her, and I did a bit but not the rest

Her estranged awful dad's side, not on purpose just cs it's easier to do the paternal line/s first tbh, and my brother said he'd be interested anyway cs he knows nothing at all about that family.

It's easier because you can follow Carter family, eg, their name, back and back, and then afterwards go and fill in the blanks of maiden names and those families and such, tho I do tend to get distracted by interesting branches occasionally, instead of doing one line and then another, I'll do a piece of a line and then a piece of a different line, and then go back to do more in-depth work on the first one, and then find a funny first or last name or event, and go into that instead of finishing the first line entirely in one go

All the work will get done, it's just that I jump around, and my notebooks are generally a mess

That I can read, fortunately, enough to make clear copies for whoever it's for - or, as clear as family trees can sometimes be, cs they do take some looking at, especially if I've managed to get back to the 1700s on more than one line, which is often possible

I was lucky once, to chance on the research someone else had done into the same tree I was looking at - you can only do so much yourself without trekking out to the actual churches, or wherever what archives exist, and bugger going right across the country honestly - and got back to the 1500s! Incredible! Tudor times!

It seems so far away from now, and it is in a lot of ways, but I'm reminded always of that thing that goes, if you think about it, an average person might have a child in their mid-20s, say, which makes a century four generations. Four women, or four couples, however you'd like to think about it. Not at all a crowd, you were to imagine that many people in a shop queue or whathaveyou

My own tree I can trace if I remember correctly to the late 1600s or early 1700s - if one generation is 25 years, that makes me now only 17 people away from the Stuart period. Like, that's still not so many people, only a couple of good tables worth, and I know the guy sitting right at the end's name (which is George Whoad/Hood, and now I'm looking at my notes he was around in the 1610s, so it's more like 20 or so people back. Still two tables!)

Of course that's going back only into one direct branch - the number goes up exponentially when you include both parents of a child, and both their sets of parents, etc etc, which is why the family trees I do are so sprawling - I don't believe, as some people seem to, that only the family name matters - your maternal 6-times great-grandmother is just as important to you existing as your paternal 8-times grandfather who shares your name, I think, and even if literally the only thing I find out about her is that her name was Margaret, no other details at all, I would still prefer to include her than not

If someone prefers to not find out about a side of their family, then I will ignore it, I've reached a dead end, and I understand even if I am a little sad at seeing a blank space

Anyway, it's interesting tho, to think about it, once the information peters out to just names and dates on paper, and sometimes not even that (ala Margaret, above) - to imagine a dinner party, or a theatre, full of living breathing people, with their living breathing lives, once upon a time, and that they did exist, and that one has your nose, or this one laughs the same as you, or someone walked down the same street, or or has opinions about Pride and Prejudice, just like you do now, or likes the colour orange, or is scared of bees, or is fascinated by new technology, just like you, tho theirs is jacquard looms and yours is, idk, super computers

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

A Vivid Display

A/N: just a tale of Tegan and Hwan from Lines of A Script to Ignore! a canon scene, where-in Tegan’s bringing Hwan to a decent place. in the actual story, it’ll be from Hwan’s POV. for this short, tho, it’s from the other way around.^^

Word Count: 788

TW: implied romance, the dynamic’s platonic at this point, tho.

***

"Where are we going?" Hwan asks, looking out at a window.

"Just a cool spot close by," Tegan answers, parking her car in an empty space.

Unlocking the doors, she opens one and slips out of the driver's seat. Both of them walk into a pavement. Ahead of them, there's a building with space-themed posters displayed above an entrance. People go in and out of glass doors, which seal open for them to go in.

Beside Tegan, Hwan slows down on her pace. She blinks.

She's been thinking about it for a while. About showing her around Enrevarde and what cool places it's got to offer.

After all, Hwan's been abroad for about six years. There's tons of sights to visit and see how it's different.

Hwan's eyes widen slightly. "This is what you invited me to see?"

"Ah, yeah." Tegan clasps her hands together, slightly averting her eyes from her.

"A planetarium?" Hwan asks, raising her brows. "What the. . . since when did this country have a planetarium?"

"It opened up about four years ago," she explains.

Hwan compresses her mouth slightly. "Huh, it's why I didn't see this place back then."

Tegan beckons her to follow her into the entrance. They enter the building's foyer, greeted by a line of planet figures on the ceiling.

She registered for access to this planetarium. It took a while since she had to fork out some Euros from her wallet. She hopes this might be worth it. However, the look on Hwan's face as she sees what she finds might be worth it too. It's got a ton of space-related things, so she can go wherever she wants.

If she's interested in that, that is.

For the most part, Tegan's doing this to let Hwan have a good time.

"I've also got tickets for a show they're going to put on a projector. Two seats for us. Or one if you'd rather be on your own."

"Okay. . . thank you for that."

"Hey, it's gonna be amazing."

I think you'll like this place, she doesn't add.

When their eyes meet, Hwan merely arches a brow. Then she lifts her shoulder in a shrug.

"I guess I'll explore around to see if check your theory. So, how long are we supposed to be here?"

"Maybe until it gets late."

"You've got to be kidding. It's like you're trying to trick me into a trap."

"Look, I have nothing except honorable intentions," Tegan assures, tossing her hands up. "If this makes it any better, I promise you'll be back home before midnight."

Either way, Tegan chuckles. Hwan adjusts her black jacket, crossing her arms.

Upon inspecting her clothing, she scratches the top of her head.

She used to wear brighter colors, often styling her hair as pigtails. She had braces and glasses too. She heard some bits of how she used to hang out with preppy students. How they stripped her of what she was. How she used to hide certain aspects of herself. How they turned her into a person, who she wasn't glad to be.

It sucks, Tegan thinks, glaring at a corner. Those people didn't appreciate Hwan for who she is.

If Tegan can be someone, who Hwan might be comfortable to be herself with, she'd be more than thrilled. Of course, they're still technically strangers in a way. . . she's willing to wait for it. She needs to get to know her better for them to get there.

As they reach to a queue, Tegan gives Hwan her ticket. They need to wait before getting into the theater to watch.

Some lights descended from above, scattering across the room in different hues. Probably to ensure visitors aren't getting bored.

Hwan just stares around as if she's surrounded by undiscovered colors. She must really adore space, doesn't she? A glimmer fills her dark brown eyes as her lips slightly part.

Tegan's stuck on the spot, floored by the sight of her. Her heart thrums to a steady beat on her chest. She lets out a quick breath.

There's a precious quality in how Hwan's unabashedly enthralled by this. That pure admiration shining in her expression. A rare trait to see in most people, really.

"Ooh! There's a telescope!"

Her voice snaps her out of her thoughts. Right, she's supposed to be her companion, not be distracted.

"Do you. . . do you want to check it out?" Tegan asks, clearing her throat.

"Well, if it's alright with you," Hwan answers, twisting her bag's strap.

"Sure, it's fine by me." Tegan tries to smile.

Hwan gives a thumbs up and she goes towards a staircase. Tegan trails after her, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Yeah. . . this is going to be a bit complicated.

***

[krys-loves-otome]

Oh! Treat this like a mash-up for all your blogs I follow.

One reason is that I enjoy seeing your reblogs, otome or not. They're overall a rather interesting collection.

Another is that I enjoy seeing your OCs. I don't follow them very closely, but I sometimes take a time to go back and search for them, and they're delightful. I especially like your art with them.

And one other reason is that, hm. Whenever ask games roll by, I like to ask you questions, especially in regards to writing. The way I see it, you tend to offer a very grounded perspective, rooted profoundly in experiences that connect both online and offline world (what I mean by that is that you don't seem to lean too strongly into either direction; equilibrium?), so it's often very refreshing.

Anon or not, tell me why you follow me

Kinda sorry that that this turned into Self-Promo the Ask, but not really

For a short ref of my blogs (in case anyone else was curious):

@krys-loves-otome You Are Here! The main blog where I reblog otome content, both from others as well as my own. Asks and likes come from this blog.

@not-krys is my writing blog where I post all my writing content, be it fanfic or original. I post a lot of wips there, usually at least once a month for WIP Wednesdays. Hope you like OCs, bc I love OCs and I love writing with and about them. Matter of fact, just posted with my IkeSen girls Houki and Ophelia and my ikevamp girl Abby this morning!

@krys-reblogs is my reblogs channel where I post stuff not related to otome. Mostly filled with cats, anime, meta, and Fire Emblem: Three Houses. And Howl's Moving Castle, both the book and the Ghibli movie inspired by it.

I have an art blog, but I had wanted to make into an archive, which meant uploading a lot of content and whatnot, so it's just sitting currently. Might or might not do anything with it. I've got an insta tho /krysimeteri for more art stuff. And a twitter where I do art stuff and wips of the art stuff and talk about ocs. That one is /krys_does_stuff

And for OC related stuff, I also have a masterlist for them, both for Fandom OCs and original originals. It has links for fics and art I've posted on tumblr about them, in case anyone wants a quick link to my oc content!

Now that the shelling is out of the way (lol)...

I like to reblog things as a promotion for friends and cool people, to show everyone what things I think are cool or lookit what my friend has done! It's what tumblr is for! (Just kinda embarrassed that I prefer using the queue system rather than a string of reblogs. It helps me to stay organized and so that I can find things if I need to. But it is slow in posting stuff, thus the embarrassment).

I've been debating some of my study work for my OCs on this blog (like my real sketchy stuff with figuring out different body types and proportions, color studies, and inking practice.) Just unsure as it's OC stuff and studies at that, which might be interesting from an artist perspective, but not so much for the average layperson seeing my stuff.

And I like getting questions and asks! About writing, art, my ocs, or just random things, questions and asks are fun for me! Glad that I can give good advice and such, especially with a grounded perspective. Probably comes from being around for a while, both in actuality and being in online spaces since I was like 12 (y'know, back when dinosaurs wore powdered wigs with backwards caps and said outdated things things like 'radical', 'bodacious', and 'eat my shorts'.)

Thanks for the ask!

[kulemii]

so my typical day is probably different from most pharmacy techs' days because i work in a really small pharmacy located inside an urgent care clinic. but generally, i get in at 8am and immediately start filling/counting rxs that are on auto-fill so they automatically drop into the fill queue the night before. after i count/measure the tabs/caps/liquid, the pharmacist double-checks to make sure it's the right medication, then she finalizes the RX and bags it up for the patient to pick up that's the main part of the job, but i also check new RXs. this means i change the directions from doctor/pharmacy shorthand into plain english, make sure the directions make sense, make sure the RX isn't being filled too early/frequently (especially with controlled substances), and send it off to the pharmacist to double-check. basically everything i do that affects patients is double and triple-checked by the pharmacist at some point. then there's inventory stuff like placing the order, accepting the order and putting all the meds away, inventory checks where i select randomly-chosen meds to count and make sure the inventory matches what we actually have, fetching meds for the filler so they're not running back and forth and wasting time, etc. when a patient comes in to pick up an RX we verify their full name and then a secondary piece of info like birth date or address. most of my coworkers skip this but i also make sure the meds in the bag match what's on the sheet i scan to ring out the RX just in case the pharmacist accidentally put the wrong bottle in the bag. (i once gave someone the wrong rx. it was the exact same med and dosage, but the name on the label was for a different patient. i got a huge warning, like the 1st of 3 strikes before my ass got fired type warning lol. HIPAA is a huge part of the job) that's most of what i personally do during the day. the pharmacist mostly double checks our work, makes sure there's no interactions between meds and illnesses, consults/educates patients, and answers doctor questions about dosing and such. lmk if you have more specific questions!

wow, you guys do a lot! i knew that a ton went into it but seeing it all spelled out like this is fascinating! i'm sure i will have more specific questions over time but this is actually more than enough for now. when other questions come up i'll ask you as the arise! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! this is gonna help a ton

oh! before i let you go tho- i guess i do have questions about what sorta education you have to get as a pharmacist versus as a tech! pharmacists do 6-8 years of schooling right? do techs also have to go to college or is it more of a certification course?

[zoekrystall]

Since I remembered I have a pillowfort if this site crashes or you just want to leave thx to continuous changes find me on there. Also under zoekrystall (tbf if you see that username anywhere there is a 99.9% it's me. minus on twt where it's flammelune. so yes if you want to connect on discord or smth it's also this name. would just prefer a heads up). Will likely stay primarily active on here tho until this place is no more.

For now will I also use this to point to other blogs

@savedbylove - my lovecore blog (which I continuously forget to fill the queue of)

@macabredeity - which is for horror stuff n fanart of primarily horror rpg maker games. a blog I spontaneously finally made after watching a lp of the repairing mantis which you should check out

I also got a v personal + more blog but you either stumble across it or off anon ask for it if you want to know

[salvagedsouls]

lil organizing update!! i'm finally getting those verse & hc specific docs set up. and rip on not filling my queue up more, i've maybe possibly been distracted by acnh and IRL things. also maybe legacy. oopsydaisy. i've got almost 3k drafts, not counting stuff i still have in the archive's drafts still (partly cause thats mostly Spicy posts), so it's gonna take awhile to continue sorting through everything. i will try to break things up and have a mix going of verses, hcs, text posts, and gif/photo sets tho i promise

[robinsnest2111]

took apart and put some hella darts into this skirt so it'll actually fit my waist 👌

[northstarfarmers]

uhh queue empty and ion got energy to refill no time soon sooooooo