#lazy indifference

[solivagantingrebel]

Why be drunk to feel relaxed when all your inhibitions fucks off the moment you're tired as fuck.

[dreamlogic]

musing in the tags about the view two years out from my hysterectomy and the shifting nature of neuropathy. i asked my PT for recommendations/resources pertaining to pain science and that's been a very helpful lenses to have. i'm still not back to normal, will never be unmarked by this experience or return to my pre-op self, but my baseline has been gradually increasing over the last few months, and it feels good to look back on the last two years and say "i have no idea how i managed to function while living with that, but i did!"

[eorzeashan]

I like to hc Jadus is like. a Sith parasite. someone who became so warped by the dark side that they don't even resemble what they used to be or anything mortal (instead of just going to the beach that makes you old). the definition of something that looks like a Sith, acts like a Sith, and resembles one in order to fool others and worm their way amongst their ranks, but clearly has become something that merely mimics them now. His body is incorporeal, his mind in a different time and place; so steeped in the dark side is he that he barely qualifies as any kind of species but rather an individual offshoot of the Force, shed like a lizard's tail.

He may have been a man once. That doesn't matter now.

[midwestaesthetics]

Hyacinths

Sunday morning goddess

I’m waking to your lantern

Shaped shoulder tattoo, flickering

In the first wisps of dawn

That peek through your Venetian blinds

Sunday morning empress

Your lipstick traces and hickey

Graces are worn like rubies and

Amethyst round my neck, now I’m counting

These precious stones in the mirror for posterity

Your sweet sighs breaking the waves

Of an ever-shallower slumber

Your ribcage’s slow-motion symmetry

In concert with every exhalation

February’s cold is giving goosebumps

To the exposed skin on my back

Your one loose bedsheet

I fasten into a makeshift robe

Until I locate, the clothes I came in

Calico voyeur sashaying through the half

Opened door, figure eights round my frigid toes

Appreciating the touch of warming hands

My newfound friend, she leads me knowingly

To the oak paneled pantry, for its breakfast time

I’m losing myself in the geometric infinity

Etched in the white-blue vinyl of your kitchen floor

Your sweet sighs still permeate my ear’s periphery

Against the dull white noise of your fridge

Draped in thin white linen

And seated at your round table

I’m drawn to purple hyacinths

In the see through gown of a glass vase

A centerpiece on oak stained wood

Suddenly I recall a recent headline, the rodent

Meteorologist is calling for an early spring

Last night felt like the heating of worlds

Stripping away my glacial feeling, now here I am

Nearly naked, basking in a spring thaw

Your ceiling light turned off and your autumn

Colored candles remain unlit and still

Your sweet sighs of slumber in the other room

Play like an Irish air of old, stirring my indifference  

Sunday morning is playing with my psyche

I’m only sure about my uncertainty

A few hours from now who can say

If I’ll be reading your poker face

Or if I may never see it again, excluding memories

Sunday morning is arousing my curiosity

For the first time in a long while

Though I’m not prone to your tarot and astrology

But the splendor of your hyacinth

Bouquet nourished by the sun’s incoming tides…

Is playing tricks on me, unsettling me

Maybe you’re annihilating me, maybe you’re liberating me

Before you rise and before I must decide, 

As you’re exiting hibernation am I exiting the door?

Or am I staying for awhile at your graceful invitation?

Before we start and before it’s all said and done

Let me at least find my socks… 

[albertfinch]

January 15, 2024 – Exhortation

Don't allow yourself to stagnate and become callous and cold. Now is the time to awake from slumber and rouse to reality (see Romans 13:11-14)!

Even now, the Holy Spirit is descending, hovering, and brooding over you. Shake yourself from the depression in which circumstances have kept you! You are standing at the threshold of God's glory!

Right NOW God is calling you forth from the circumstances that have knocked the wind out of you and left you lifeless. You are breathing but you are lifeless. Hear the Spirit of the Lord declaring to you today, "Come forth!"  -- see in your spirit a sudden surge of God's power, answers to prayer, and an outpouring of His Spirit. The unfolding of His plans for your next assignment are at hand as you keep praying, keep standing, and keep contending.

This is not the time to retreat or to take a backseat. No, this is the time for Christ in you to roar!!

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[staresatyoufromaccrosstheroom]

My gender is weird but not in like trans/gender non conforming way. (To preface this I am from the south and was raised Christian so coming out kinda isn’t an option.) But like my gender is like babysitting your neighbors 3 year old whose across the room from you. And everyone online is saying make sure you’re always watching the kid, they’re known to be handfuls,,,, but like not this one??? Like I look up from my book and he ain’t crying or screaming or drawing on the walls or nothing little man’s just sitting there so I go back to reading. I was born with tits and dresses are nice but makeup is a hassle and I like my long hair but I have shoulders bigger than half the guys in my grade and if my boobs were to fall off tomorrow I’d just kinda shrug and move on and live flat chested. At the moment I’m saying I’m allocishet but if someone were to genuinely ask me about my pronouns idk kid’s not screaming yet so she/her is fine but also if someone started calling me by different pronouns I’d just shrug and see if the new kid starts screaming and if not yeah sure those pronouns are cool too I guess.

[victorluvsalice]

-->With coop and shed clean, Alice wandered back to chat with the chickens for a little while and collect the eggs (in between giving herself more pep talks, because that sad moodlet from earlier was really sticking -- on the other hand, she got cake for breakfast, so that had to have helped in the "happiness" department), while Smiler successfully entertained Moory and got some milk for the fridge. Victor, for his part, continued his tending and harvesting of the greenhouse -- hampered slightly by the fact that Bugs and Elmer, now on low battery, had decided it was their duty to float off around the lot and hide from me. *sigh* Elmer I fortunately found pretty quickly as he passed by the greenhouse searching for more plants to tend, and got Victor to shut him off, but Bugs proved to be harder to find...

-->But while looking for that darn bot, I happened to spot a familiar face in the front yard -- one Brian Pimentel, NAP Inspector! Making note of a bunch of recyclables the gang had left in the front yard during an earlier attempt to clear out the garbage. ^^; I quickly had Victor go recycle that and some other trash while Brian went around the house to check on the greenhouse -- and, to my delight, Bugs appeared, "chasing" the guy there! I kept an eye on him while Brian finished his inspection -- fortunately, despite the mess in the front yard, the gang got another passing grade. Even more fortunately, he wasn't at all tempted by Toothy's cake tongue when he left the lot. XD I had Victor finish up his recycling, then go and turn off Bugs before the bot exploded before harvesting his now-fully-grown oversized crops. Whew -- disaster averted!

-->While that was going on, I had Alice refill the pet bowls so a hungry Surprise could get her lunch, then give some meat to Toothy so they didn't try to snap up any passing Sims. She then fixed up a broken water collector while Smiler (somewhat glitchily) hatched the latest chick out of the coop, and Victor claimed the last slice of cake in the fridge as his lunch. I mean, after all that tending and harvesting, sir, I think you deserve it! He wandered over Alice's way for a chat while Smiler celebrated the birth of a new chick with a dance...

[wiseatom]

no bunny rep yet in the pet poll. disgraceful

[solarsbrace]

“ Find someone to get this to Prince Ephraim—do not deliver it yourself, and do not share who it is from. ” He’ll figure it out for himself soon enough anyway.

Valter wasn’t entirely certain of that, but that didn’t really matter much to him. If Ephraim knew he was sending a gift, then that proved something of the boy’s intellect. If he didn’t– well, all the better.

He doesn’t give the monk much time to be confused, wordlessly leaving then, slipping into darkness. Still, they accomplish the task—it is passed along to an armorer in the training grounds, and when the solar prince next enters, an envelope is passed into his hands.

“A monk dropped by earlier and said to give this to you. Didn’t say why though—it’s not my business anyway.” The note delivered, the armorer steps back to their work, making sure all the weapons are still good for use.

The envelope is unmarked but neatly pressed, although sealed tighter than most. Should the prince choose to open it, a note resides within, written in a decently fine hand and unaccompanied by anything else.

Enjoy your birthday, prince. Don’t forget to think of your father.

letters were not usually delivered to him, much less from anonymous monks of the monastery. even still, the king thankfully accepted the letter from the armorer and went about his own business. he tucked the letter in his pocket, thinking to look into it at a later time. he'd nearly forgotten about it until he fell out of his pocket unceremoniously on the floor. now that he was at his dorm, and alone for the night, he decided he could finally sate his curiosity.

opening the letter, he would find a wide page inside with only a few words sprawled neatly across some of it's surface. immediately the words left him bitter, squeezing the paper tightly in his hands. a personal message, a threat, and a promise all in one simple statement. he placed the paper down at last, turning away from it like it might blind him. despite his immense struggle, thoughts of his father came to flood his mind as he wished they wouldn't.

moments of joy, moments of anger, moments of sadness, all meshed together in his minds eye. he remembers happier days with his mother and father reading him bedtime stories. he remembers the squabbles he had with his father, denouncing everything fado had stood for. he remembers their last conversation together, and how it had been anything but pleasant he remembers not getting to say goodbye. quickly he wipes the wet beneath his eyes, trying to hide the tears from even himself.

he stiffened up at last, picking the paper back up to give it a closer examination. few of his countrymen called fodlan home, and even fewer who would leave such a rotten message for him. only one name came to mind, only one retched name he had hoped to think of again. Valter...

Ashamed of his emotions, he crumpled the paper up and threw it in the bin next to his feet. "happy birthday to me." he stated, angry he had let that man get to him.

@knighteclipsed

[evilforgood999]

I don't know how to explain this but Miles is a malewife

The first thought was that the girls were exploiting him hhhhhhhh

I'm more convinced that he's like a little brother (at least for Vick)

But yes he has these vibes

[kuiinncedes]

fjgfghdj

[rubbcrhosemoved]

Because I’m bored, have the Sins as HUMANS--

MAMMON;

BEEZLEBUB;

LEVIATHAN;

SATAN;

BELPHEGOR;

ASMODEUS; 

[al-lewinsky]

i rly dont get couples who constantly come for each other in truly antagonistic ways - like may the “disdain” you have for each other be played up or real; i don't see how that can be sustained long-term without some form of resentment building over time

[guideaus]

you know, the ai stuff is annoying, it sounds shitty when apparently ppl can just plug in all of an artist's work to train an ai to come up w some result, but some of the takes ive been seeing about it on twitter are... really stupid. now im like okay wait, how much do i actually know about this issue

[tenth-sentence]

He was lazy and indifferent, but not evil.

"Incarnations of Immortality: On a Pale Horse" - Piers Anthony

[victorluvsalice]

How about a nice hike around one of Gilbert Gardens's walking paths? After checking out the routes on offer, I decided that a stroll by the arboretum to end the day would be the nicest, and sent the group over to the start of the path --

Only for Victor to use his broom to get there right away, and Alice and Smiler to jog. *facepalm* My fault for both using the "go here together" option when I should have had them all try to teleport there separately, and for forgetting that Victor prioritizes his broom for travel over long distances. So poor Victor was stuck waiting for his partners to come join him at the head of the path for quite a while -- long enough that, by the time Alice arrived, he'd given up and was preparing to go for a walk on his own. Whoops. Fortunately I was able to quickly cancel the interaction and reset up the group walk, and after a moment's dithering, the gang started off --

Only for the thunderstorms, held at bay for the entire afternoon, to come back with a vengeance. *sigh* They kept at it for a few paces, but soon the rumbling of thunder made them stop in their tracks. Welp, nothing for it but to just head home, right?

Sort of -- while I did have them return to their home lot, I wasn't quite done with them going out and about for the day. Once they arrived back at the farm, I looked around and found a nice picturesque spot by an old mill house situated on the river not too far away. I had everyone head over (THIS time using the separate teleports to make sure they all got there roughly about the same time), then had Victor and Smiler chat and flirt for a while to fulfill the Party Spirit tradition for Victor (Alice, who cares not for that tradition due to her Loner trait, did a little scavenging in the dirt nearby). And then. . .

Well. As it turns out, having Wonderful Whims in your game means that in addition to polyamory -- you can have Sims married to multiple people. So, with Alice looking on, Victor went ahead and proposed to Smiler. And Smiler said yes. <3 :D Granted, they were a TOUCH ambivalent about it in their moodlets because they prefer non-exclusive relationships (as per Lumpinou's Open Love Life mod) and getting married does feel a bit on the "exclusive" side, but they love Victor and they're happy to commit to him. And of course Victor is thrilled to be married to both his partners. :) So, yeah, that's the other reason I wanted to do this update this week -- we've got a wedding coming up! A true Valicer wedding, in fact, as I'm already well aware that married couples can use wedding arches to renew their vows... ;)