#little programming joys

[codemerything]

What are your favorite fonts for your browser? 👩🏾‍💻

I don't know what the font of my browser is, but it should be Arial or something of that sort. Do you guys care about that stuff and if yes, what font do you use? I recently noticed that changing a little thing like a font, wallpaper, or theme could spark the joy of using an application or a device. I changed the font of my VSCode after using it for years without ever tweaking it and every time I code I feel excited, my new font has ligatures, etc.

Font Name: JetBrains Mono

[tsuisuta]

is a kity :3

[songofwizardry]

it’s actually such a difficult time to be someone who’s unironically and genuinely and wholeheartedly into space travel, and believes in space for everyone, and thinks it’s bonkers that we have had zero (0) people who aren’t white American men who have set foot on the moon, but also who hates Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. (but also tbh it’s been hard for us Elon Musk hating space nerds out here for a long time.)

like I’m 100% not a fan of this billionaire Katy Perry space tourism… thing, but also. you don’t gotta write off space travel as a concept entirely as always imperialist/the realm of billionaires/pointless/etc. it doesn’t have to be this way come with me and I can show you a better world.

[healdeals]

after 3 years I am finally starting to make selfship art of my fursona and the Spam... dear god I am cringe but I am so free

[dimalink]

Duckling goes 2D – big yellow duckling

Little game, where duckling runs across the field. It has a side view. And he needs to jump over the obstacles. Little ducklings and pillars. You need to help him with this. And, in certain time, to press space. And duckling can to jump over the obstacles.

It is such a little game about a duckling with side view. Duckling, which was with third person view, back view – it is, already, programmed. There it was pseudo 3D. And here – 2D. So, now, there are two ducklings. One is 2D, second is 3D. Now, there are so many ducklings!

Wow, ducklings, ducklings. Good yellow little animals. My friends! With them I, also, run across the field every summer at the countryside. They can be different – big and small. And they can run fast. And jump! And wave with little wings.

Duckling wave with his little wings. And help him to run as good as you can. Duckling runs all the time! It is his favorite things to do. Field – it is so happy and sunny place for duckling! So, you want to run there! And to do only one thing - to run! And good, ok, – sometimes, also, to jump!

He has lots of field! And, it is different. And with little water. And green! And, all round, it is forest and field. So, lots of field. And, this is a place, where duckling lives. Game is about summer. Game is about countryside. And about duckling. About good mood. One more game about good and kind animals. Little animals are doing lots of their things. They run and jump, for example. As duckling!

And, sometimes, it is so fun – that, even, in night duckling can run! At night, you can see, only, main features of the objects. And, world, looks like, something another and so new. Not the way it was during the day. Night changes everything. And, all the same places – it is a new places for now. It is so interesting for a duckling, that he can to run a little in the night, with a joy and fun. Jump. And wave with little wings!

So, there are here 12 locations. In every location there are 3 levels. Locations are different with background. And ground colors. Game is made with screen 7. And, here, again, 16 colors for selection and screen 320 x 200. By the way, at level 2 colors - goes for background and 2 colors - for ground, which you run. So, this means, that game levels are colorful.

And, there is here a difference between day and night locations. 6 locations - it is day. And 6 locations – it is night. Night - it is same locations as day. But, they look like a shapes, silhouettes. They drawn as a box and not box fill. They do not fill with colors. Such a silhouettes. New visual. They look difference. Interesting retro effect.

About interesting – here levels have some slope. And, it generates during gameplay. Straight line, slope, more slope. And, two types of obstacles – pillars and ducklings. Game is with different angle slope for surface.

All you need to do here – it is to push with space during gameplay. When obstacle is going to you. Your big and yellow duckling stands at the left. And, something like, he runs. But, at the screen he stands. And, simply, when obstacle is going near to you – press space!

All locations are available from the start. And, they are in a form of a select menu. So, everything is drawn with different colors. So, selection – it is a squares, that are filled with colors. With this colors location is made. 3 colors for sky and 3 colors for surface.

By the way, at the level are in use 2 colors out of three. Field has something like its own landscape. And day and night too. And you - with arrows select, where you will have a run! So, before your eyes - there is something like a field map!

Simple game joke. Joke about a big yellow duckling. Game joke for good mood! Duckling, also, drawn with a joke!

Basic Pascal version 1.17 "BLOCK" – most newest version. In this version there are 4 new games! Platform Ball, Cabin Pilot, Free Blocker, Free Bee. And even more retro games! It is a pack of retro games with modern versions of Basic and Pascal.

It is now in development new version Basic Pascal pack games. This game will be included in a new version.

Basic Pascal: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/packs/basicpascal/index_eng.html Website: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html Itchio: https://dimalink.itch.io/basic-pascal

[horsemeatluvr23]

Hi I have returned from having a very terrible migraine and a flare up, so have some more projection headcanons - Weighted blanket anon

- Etho has chronic migraines, he usually ignores them until he’s literally falling over from pain, nausea and fatigue though.

- Cleo experiences chronic pain, she’ll also randomly lose feeling in certain limbs, while this happens her limbs will still be functional though. So for example, Cleo may not be able to completely feel her legs, but she can still walk around (it’s just REALLY hard and she looks silly doing it)

- I think I’ve already sent in a headcanon about Cub making Scar custom mobility aids? But ! Scar is not the only hermit to use aids, Cleo and Etho will both use them occasionally, even Ren does ! Grian actually needs special braces for his wings so he can fly for longer (I headcanon him as an avian so yeah!)

- A more non-human based headcanon (I can do a whole ask on non-human hermit headcanons if you want :D), Grian likes to perch on other hermits and many hermits have custom shoulder pads so he can safely do so without hurting them.

- The hermits have bake offs, but the only people who can actually bake are judges. Yeah, there ends up being a lot of food poisoning. Beef turned salmon into a baked good.

- Ren is an author ! He has so many stories written, but he only shares them with friends. He’ll write custom novels for people then gift it to them as a way of showing he loves/cares about them !

- False is building rivers this season as exposure therapy to get over her fear of water

HELLO OMG I MISSED YOU I HOPE YOU'RE DOING BETTER NOW !!!! these r so perfect as always

[cosmicsproutcake]

how do you not know enough people to get enough roomates to move out????

I'm an agoraphobic hermit, Karen

[mister13eyond]

basically vin's morality is "you have to play with your cat until he's exhausted or he WILL make his own fun and it WILL be destroying your furniture"

[kelpiemomma]

Murderbot: if someone touches me I'm going to lose my shit

Combat SecUnit Khan: if someone isn't touching me I'm going to lose my shit

[griseldabanks]

Suddenly I'm thrown back to that epiphany I had when I was ten, typing up the story I was assigned to write for school. I didn't sit there and think, "I am going to be a famous novelist and make oodles of money and be praised by all." I didn't consider the monumental task of what it would mean to transform my barely-comprehensible drivel into books like the ones I read.

I just sat there, realizing I really liked the clickety-clack of the keyboard, and the way the plastic felt against my fingertips and the way the words steadily formed on the screen. "I want to keep doing this," I thought. "This is fun. This feels...good."

Over twenty years later, I'm still not a famous novelist making oodles of money and being praised by all. But I still sit down to type up the next part of a story, and I hear the clickety-clack and feel the plastic against my fingertips, and I think, "I want to keep doing this."

[cornsobsessions]

been thinking a lot about chatgpt usage at work today bc my coworker and i were having a discussion about it and i think a lot of it boils down to the fact that people just don’t want to use their brains. like i would rather figure out how to do it myself, give it a shot, even if i don’t really know what im doing all the way and many people just don’t care

[incorrectbatfamandfriends]

Headcanon that since Jason can’t go out with his family publicly, what he does instead is show up in random disguises.

Bruce is chatting up some socialites at a gala, talking about the joys of fatherhood and how rewarding it is. Meanwhile he made eye contact with Jason disguised as a waiter twenty minutes ago, and is currently trying to stop his eye from twitching.

Dick is speaking to a third grade class as a part of the Bludhaven Police department outreach program, except when he walks in Jason is sitting behind the teachers desk, playing the role of substitute.

Babs can’t help but stare when Jason hands her a coffee from behind the counter of her favorite coffee shop. (His name tag reads Peter, and for a second she thinks she’s actually lost it).

Tim walks into Wayne Towers one day and on his way in, he waves to his secretary- lo and behold Marjorie has been replaced by Jason. It takes him three hours to notice.

Cass walks into ballet class to discover her teacher had to take a sick day- his replacement is Jason in a beret who talks in a terrible French accent the entire class, only to drop it at the very end to talk in a thick New Jersey accent. Her entire class talks about it for weeks.

Stephanie hails a cab on her way home one night, only to find Jason driving. She’s not sure how he pulled it off or how he got a cab, but her mind is effectively blown.

Duke is on a school trip to the natural history museum, and when the tour guide introduces himself, Duke can’t help but role his eyes. Jason gives a surprisingly good tour, even throwing in some tidbits about a robbery that went down just last week that the Signal stopped.

Damian’s encounter happens when he’s with Jon in metropolis. He’s watching Jon play baseball, and when Jon steps up to bat, he can’t help but notice a the umpire looks a little familiar.

[cmdrfupa]

Lifetime

post shibuya!nanami x caregiver!reader

A series dedicated to healing and letting yourself have a second chance in this lifetime.

Inspired by this song that brings me to tears every single time.

content warning: shibuya arc, mentions of death, mental health awareness, angst(eventual comfort), burn victim so expect some detailed imagery.

wc: 4.9k

an: thank you for reading. I love you lots.

I.

Time seemed to trickle as Nanami waited for his physical therapist to arrive.

First at home session since being discharged.

4 days a week, 30 minutes a day.

“Individualized exercise program including rigorous activities as you progress to help you regain your independence.. Sure.” Nanami read from the pamphlet out loud and sighed as he looked over the stack of literature he left the rehab facility with.

He was thankful that he was deemed fit enough to continue his healing at home after 11 weeks in the best facility Gojo could find. While it accommodated every possible concern one could have, he was certain he wouldn’t feel confident in being self sufficient until he was able to put all he had learned into practice at home.

So there he was, sifting through paperwork and sipping his coffee as he awaited his new physical therapist and as Ino finished cleaning his kitchen.

“I think thats it! Lunch is in the black container on the top shelf in the fridge and I’ve prepped dinner for when Gojo comes to cook. Anything else before I’m off?” Takuma grabbed his keys, the jangle bringing Kento out of his reading trance as he looked up.

“Yes, that should be fine. I appreciate you coming over every morning Takuma. But it’s not necessary.”

Takuma scoffed, almost offended at the idea. “Nonsense. Its just a little breakfast and lunch. Its on my way to the school anyway. Consider it a small help.”

He could protest but Takuma would simply find another way to make himself useful. Whether it be taking him to his appointments or coming to slather his injuries: he was going to find a way to be of help.

As he adjusted his cast as best he could, a text popped up from an unsaved number.

>Hello, Mr. Nanami! Currently heading to you. ETA is ten minutes.

Signed with your name, Nanami simply reads the text and reacted to the message with thumbs up.

“Thank you, Takuma. Truly. But I think thats everything. My physical therapist is on their way so I’ll just hang out til then.”

“Alrighty! I’ll be working mostly on campus so just shoot me a text if you need me. Take it easy, Nanami.” with that, Ino grabbed his jacket and proceeded out the front door.

Nanami exhaled and got up to sit at the window. The mid morning sun was gentle but insistent, that soft golden hue brightening everything it touched.

It wasn’t harsh, just warm enough to remind Nanami of the outside world, a quiet promise that time was still moving. The warmth on his right side almost felt foreign as the dust mites danced lazily in the light. He closed his eyes, taking in the fragile sense of something stirring inside of him­— reposeful comfort in the way the sun didn’t have a sudden, overwhelming wave of joy but a soft declaration that he was still here.

Nanami hadn’t had many moments to really think about just how life changing the incident had been. Half of his body littered in 3rd degree burns, a third of that, 4th degree. Loss of hair on one side, an eye patch over his eye and a lack of feeling down his left arm.

He’d looked at himself in the mirror exactly once since the incident and didn’t do it again until he acquired his face prosthetic recently.

It was bulky and itchy, but it alleviated the deformities and more importantly, kept him from being too hard on his own appearance.

The moment felt necessary. Reminding him that the sun remained a constant while other things changed.

“I’ll need to see if I can sit outdoors for a few minutes a day. Would be good for me.” he noted outwardly before a light tapping at the front door had him shuffling towards the foyer.

One moment, please.” he paused a few paces before he reached the door to look down, remembering his shirt had a hole near the hem of it. He didn’t have time to change but only hoped the therapist wouldn’t see him as some undetermined slob with no real concern on how he looked.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Mr. Nanami?”

“That would be me.”

“Perfect! Hello! I was sent by the health and wellness agency as part of your transitioning to home health care. We have an appointment. May I come in?”

No scrubs, no accessories to signify you were a medical professional. Just a badge clip holding your ID with “HHA” boldly sitting under your name.

“Sure. Come on in.” He led you into the house, slowly walking into the living room and nodding towards the couch as you stood next to him.

You grin and sat on the far end of the couch, near the window, “Thank you.” you sat your tote littered in small pins on the coffee table and pulled out a somewhat thick file.

“Would you like anything to drink? Water, coffee?”

Shaking your head, you tapped the top of your bag. “No thank you. I have my tumbler. But I appreciate it!”

Nanami slightly bowed his head and sat in the solo chair next to the couch. “Alright so, how do we start this? I was told I’d see you four days a week with one more day possibly if I need to.”

You pursed your lips, looking down at your paperwork before looking back up to meet his neutral gaze.

“I believe that’s your physical therapist that you will be seeing four days out of the week.”

“Then pardon me for being so… impolite. But who are you exactly?”

The laugh that left your lips was a soft one but enough for Kento to lift his lips into a slight smile.

“I realize your discharge team didn’t give you names, faces, or titles. My apologies.”

“It happens.”

You continued. “I’m your Home Health Care Provider. While you were still in recovery, you met with your primary care provider and you spoke of your in home care, correct?”

Nanami nodded. “Yes.”

“Going over the team you’d have for your in housee rehabilitation, you were assigned a home health aide 5 days a week.”

His brow furrowed. “So you are that, I assume?”

“Yes. I will also be the one looking over the full team that provides you with your in-home care.”

“This feels very unnecessary.” The tone in his response was sharp. “I have people who come to help me with my daily needs. Having an entire team sounds like an exhausting back and forth to have coming to my house. A waste of resources.”

Your demeanor remained soft and understanding as you listened to his concerns. “Mr. Nanami. I understand that it sounds overwhelming. If I had to be in the predicament of needing a care team after an incident, I too would be a bit apprehensive.”

“But you aren’t. I am.”

The immediate smile that grew on your face wasn’t one that came from kindness. It was your defense, albeit an understandable one. “You are correct. I’m not. But I implore to at least hear me out on why its important to have us.”

A rush of emotions filled Kento’s chest. He wanted to pull his hair out from sheer frustration. But he remained calm.

His discomfort was obvious to you and you wanted to remedy the ache somehow.

“I want you to have an idea of what this could look like as you approach the first steps of gaining a sense of normalcy. Would you be willing to let me give you an example of what a week may look like for you? And if you don’t like it, we can adjust to a schedule that fits better for you.”

“Let’s hear it, then.”

“Splendid.” You reached into your file and pulled out a thoroughly detailed schedule and turned it for Nanami to look along with you.

“So, this schedule is based loosely on the day to day you had while in the rehab facility. No matter who, anything involving someone from your team wouldn’t be arriving until 10am. This is unless you decide to utilize me. Then I would be here at 7 every morning to aide you with your morning routine.”

“What if I don’t want extensive help?”

“I would respect the boundary.”

Nanami took a closer look at the schedule, seeing the words ‘kitchen prep healing exercise’ highlighted for every Tuesday and Thursday. “What does this entail? Kitchen prep healing.”

“Your passions shouldn’t suffer because of changes. So I created a regimen that would help us get in the kitchen and get busy while making sure we help maintain your range of motion and fine motor skills.”

Nanami looked up at you for a moment, trying to assess just how serious you were about changing what he was uncomfortable with.

“So if I only need you for meal prep and assisting with chores around my house.”

“Then I will only help you with meal prep and assisting with your chores around the house.”

He handed the schedule back to you. “And if it isn’t something that I’ve mentioned?”

Trying to test you. Cute. “If you mention to me that would like me to assist you in going to the grocery store, fixing your bed, helping you get ready for your appointments, then I will. Because my goal is having you confident in yourself and your abilities.”

That nagging feeling of what if filled his chest and mind. Nanami knows he can’t do it alone. But to be a burden is the last thing he wants to ever become.

“I don’t want to become too dependent on you and your teams’ services.” He sat up as best he could, stretching out his legs and wincing at the unexpected intensity of his blood flowing through his left leg.”

Not wanting to lose the momentum, you sat on the edge of the couch alert of and aware of the pain he showed. “Your independence will not falter. We are merely an extension. We are the claw arm that’s in your reach if the jar of pickles are too high up, if you will.”

Nanami tried to stop the half smile on his face but faltered. “I understand.”

“Do you have any questions for me?” You smiled politely.

“A few,” Nanami cleared his throat. “When it comes to changing my dressings..”

“I will be the only one who sees them completely outside of your primary physician.” You answered, as if you were waiting for that specific question.

“Second question: can you properly fold a fitted sheet?”

You laughed, nodding. “The trick is in how you hold the corners. Line up the creases and you’ll always have a perfect fold.”

Nanami nodded. “Interesting.” The intense blood flow in his legs ceased and his body noticeably relaxed. He sat forward. “Final question, if you were to start tomorrow, could we have your start time for 8am? I like having the first hour of the day to myself.”

“If you want me here at 8 am, I will be at the door by 7:55 to knock at 7:59.”

The moment of silence was filled with hope as you realized you got to him. You let him see genuine concern and thats all he wanted. But this was only the beginning. And you were willing to be his guide to a sense of independence all the way through.

___________________________________________

The silence of the early morning was heavier than usual— a quit hum of of the refrigerator reached his room as he slept with his bedroom door open now, a new practice he’s since learned is a response to his trauma.

He sat on the side of his bed, staring down at his slippers that warmly held his feet as the barely visible morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and unrelenting.

“I embrace healing.” He spoke out loud, his voice still low, sleep riddened, as he slowly rose from the bed and grabbed his cane.

“We aren’t going to be hard on ourselves because this is still new to you, Kento. Its okay to not know what to do.”

Mornings were more of a drag than he would like for them to be.

His body was more stiff. More rigid. He needed 30 minutes minimum to sit on the side of the bed and stretch just to muster up enough internal energy to get up and grab his cane.

He sounded off, flipping the bathroom light on and adjusting the sink to run warm water. “Today will be a great day.” He washed his hands, meticulously washing between his fingers and flicking the excess off his fingers before he dried them, reaching for a clean towel and letting it soak under the faucet.

“You will be more than okay.” this time, he spoke as if someone would overhear him talking to his self.

Nanami shook his head, lowly chuckling at what he found himself doing.

Yuji began to send him various videos that initiated ‘positive self talk’ and ‘daily affirmations for healing the body.’ Yuji hoped to try and help expedite a process that Megumi told him more than fives times, would take awhile.

Slowly pulled away the dressing on his cheek, Nanami watched small bits of dead tissue peel away from his healing skin. He threw it in the trash hamper, then pumped a small dot of antimicrobial soap on the wet towel he’d soaked and gently began to wash his face.

He looked closely, inspecting every patch he wiped over to take notice of any changes in how his skin looked. He tried very, very hard to not look into his own eyes.

Rinsing and patting to dry, he washed his hands again then reached for the jar of salve, precisely swiping a thin layer over his left cheek and forehead before he placed his transparent face mask on.

Finishing up his morning bathroom routine went without a rush. Going to throw on yet another loose fitting t-shirt and casual pants before sliding his slippers back on.

Slow and steady. Nice and easy.

“I am going to have a great day today.” the rubber end of his walker softly thudded against the wooden floors as he made his was down the hall. “It is a new day. New chances.”

He wasn’t going to confirm or deny if these affirming exercises were doing anything. But he’d admit that saying them aloud was probably the silliest he’d felt ever doing anything.

The living room held a welcoming warmth as he drew the blinds open that faced the street.

The third floor apartment view was always the one thing that made the asking price of his condo worth it to him.

The patchwork of traditional rooftops and modern buildings met the edge of the cities outskirts. Bare branches stood against the pale early morning winter sky, hints of early plum blossoms added a hint of a spring that would soon come and wipe away the muted landscape.

Kento sat on the window seal, taking in the low mountains in the distance. That thin veil of mist hiding the peaks that were still dusted in snow. With a deep inhale, he looked down at the street to see a bundled up pedestrian loading his car with boxes as another, that looked only slightly familiar, was exiting their car in a slow jog to the front steps of his building.

He glanced over at the clock on the wall.

7:55 am.

“Timely.”

slowly, he went to open the rest of the blinds around the living room, a slow tango that made him a feel like he still had just enough control, timing the last curtain opening perfectly as your soft knock filled the foyer yet again.

He stood there for a moment, his hand resting on the frame, before opening the door and stepping aside in a half step to let you in. His expression was neutral — not unkind, but carefully composed, as if he were still deciding how much space to give you in his life.

“Good morning,” you spoke softly, offering a polite smile.

“Morning,” Nanami replied, his voice low and steady. “I was about to make myself a simple breakfast. Coffee too.”

It wasn’t quite an invitation, but it wasn’t a dismissal either. It was just a statement — a line drawn firmly down the middle.

You nodded. “That sounds good.”

You sat your bag down on the ottoman against the wall and followed his lead. The condo was quiet — too quiet, the kind that felt deliberate. Like he'd stripped the space of anything deemed unnecessary. A few trinkets here and there, clean lines, muted colors.. But the kitchen felt like the homeliest part of the space.

Black stainless steel appliances, cold press juicer and blender sitting on the counter. A top of the line built-in double electric convection wall oven, a display of every herb and spice on a dark mahogany shelf sitting high on the wall.

“You have a very beautiful kitchen.” Your eyes grazed over the quartz cabinets, taking in the light blue finishes until you landed on what you knew to be as the best stand mixer that only experts chefs and bakers would have.

“You have a Bosch… Its even more beautiful in person.” You inspected it as if it were a lost artifact seeing the light for the first time in 500 years.

Nanami cocked his head for a moment. “Are you that taken by a stand mixer?”

“Mr. Nanami, I’d have to work 3 weeks nonstop to not only get the mixer but to financially recover from it.”

Your half suppressed laugh had Kento smiling. “Understandable. It is a big purchase. I use to bake fresh bread for my weekly use.”

“You’ll have to give me a demonstration one day! Would love to see the Bosch in action.”

Nanami raised his brows. “You think I can get back to that one day?”

The small flick of something resembling hope flecked in the richest parts of his brown eyes.

“We can get you back to that. I’m sure of it.”

He nodded, a silent acceptance of an unspoken challenge. He opened the refrigerator, bearing his weight on the cane as he used his dominant hand to grab the butter, holding it out.

“Do you mind taking things as I pass them to you?”

You reached out, taking the butter and placing it on the counter. “Don’t mind at all.”

A pack of bacon, a jar of jam and an orange followed after and you awaited his next instruction.

“I’m going need your help with peeling orange. I believe I can manage the rest.”

With quiet acknowledgment, you grabbed the orange and began to peel as he placed 2 pieces of bacon in the skillet.

It took less than 10 minutes and Nanami moved to the dining table, a slice of toast placed next to his bacon on a plate and setting out a small dish of fruit with the addition of an apple now. You brought out 2 mugs of coffee, placing his in front of him and sitting across from him with yours.

A butter knife rested awkwardly beside the jar of jam he chose. It was clear he had intended to do more, but something had stopped him.

You didn’t move or say anything, you sipped your coffee and watched as he reached for the jar. His right hand gripped the jar while his left hovered over the lid. His fingers trembled — just slightly — but enough that the lid refused to budge.

You didn’t move at first. You’d quickly learned that Nanami wasn’t the type to appreciate overstepping, even if it came from a place of concern. So you waited, giving him the space to either push through the task or acknowledge the struggle.

After a long moment, his jaw tightened. The jar didn’t budge.

You opened your mouth — not to offer help, but simply to ask if he wanted you to hold the base of the jar steady when his voice cut through the silence.

“Can you…” He paused, the word tasting foreign on his tongue. “Can you open this for me?”

It wasn’t a whisper, nor was it loud. Just a calm, measured request, but you could hear the effort behind it — the weight of a man who wasn’t used to asking for assistance.

You stood and went to his side of the table and gently placed your hand on the lid. “Turn when you’re ready.”

His hand dropped away, switching his left hand out for the right gripping the glass part and his left fingers curling into a loose fist at his side. The lid gave way with a soft pop, and you set it down in front of him without a word.

He didn’t thank you, but there was a small nod — barely noticeable, but it was there.

“Would you like me to slice the apple for you?” you asked, careful not to overstep.

Nanami shook his head. “No. I can manage.”

You sat back down, sipping your coffee as he asked you more questions about your fascination with his Bosch.

_______________________________________

The morning moved quickly. Breakfast cleanup was a breeze as Nanami continued his light reading and non rigorous solo exercises.

During breakfast, you’d been given what you called the key to the cupboard by Nanami. He uttered, with few words, that he didn’t want to prevent you from doing your job. While he limited what that might be, he was quick to say how appreciative he’d be if his bed could be made up, his laundry started and lunch done. He’d have a friend come by to do the rest.

You happily complied and began working on laundry the moment he sat down post breakfast. And by noon, his physical therapist had arrived to continue his exercise routine and mobility work.

Despite the pain he would occasionally feel from the intense stretches he felt near his ankles, this was Nanami’s favorite part of his rehabilitation. Feeling the tightness dissipate as he stretched his neck and chest together. He closed his eyes, allowing the PT to guide his body on top of the exercise ball.

“Now a slow exhale as you reach your arms over your head. Nice and easy.”

The short man moved the ball under Nanami and he grunted.

“Sorry Mr. Nanami, too much?”

Nanami wheezed a chuckle out, “Not enough. Can we do this one more often?”

The therapist exhaled and smiled. “We can. Your body is reacting as it needs to and it seems to be the best exercise to get a reaction out of you. Does it feel like your body is loosening up?”

He nodded, slowly sitting up with assistance. “Definitely. My skin feels less taut at my hips and chest when I open up my arms like that. It feels.. good.”

“That’s what I like to hear. We’re going to finish off with some hands exercises then your aide will be tagged back in to finish the day off with you.”

His session proceeded and came to an end before he knew it. He walked with a bit more confidence as he escorted his therapist to the door and went to find you in the kitchen finishing lunch.

Nanami watched you sliced the cucumber. He nodded at the precision of the knife movements, impressed with how perfect each little sliced green disc was as you added it to the salad bowl. He waited to speak once you sat the knife down.

“You have some really great knife skills.”

You looked up and smiled, wiping your hand on the dish towel nearby. “4 years of cooking for a group of broke college students as a college student. 2 of those years were spent dating a sous chef who taught me some of what I know.”

“I’m sure this sous chef would be happy to know you use these techniques so well.”

“We could only hope,” Expertly, you avoided giving that a full response that would push the topic of your ex. “Where did you learn to cook, Mr. Nanami? I’m sure you are amazing with a Bosch in your kitchen.”

Nanami walked behind you, reaching for two bowls out of the cabinets and placed them next to you. “My grandfather wanted me to be self sufficient once I moved out on my own.” He slowly opened the silverware drawer, pulling out a pair of forks and knives. “And cooking in itself is its own therapy for me.”

You finished placing the grilled chicken in the salad bowl and handed over the tongs to Nanami. “How does cooking make you feel?”

He looked down at the tongs, his heart fluttering with an anxiety he couldn’t place. His eyes found you. “Do you think I can?”

“I’m right here,” you slid one of the eating bowls directly next to him and smiled. “What does cooking do for you?”

Nanami put his eyes back onto the salad and took a deep breath. He grabbed the tongs, gripping them, feeling the cold stainless steel rest in the part of his palm that still had feeling. “Cooking requires me to pay attention. Smell, sounds, how my food is looking.”

He widened the tongs, lowering them into the salad and tossing it lightly, as if he’d harm the lettuce if he placed any pressure.

“What do you usually cook with?” You noticed his hesitance in squeezing the tong tips together, his grip faltering as he exhaled from frustration. “I’m going to hover my hand below yours. Claw extension. Only if you need it.”

Nanami closed his eyes, slowly breathing out as he tried to not lose his momentum. “Garlic. Fresh minced garlic.” He tried again, slowly working his hands closed until he had salad gripped between the flat tips. He carefully moved it over to the dish, hand shaking but making it with no spillage. “I prefer to mince it and store it in water. Taste great every time.”

You smiled as he looked at you for a hint of validation and gave a nod of acknowledgment.

He moved the tongs back to the serving bowl with a glimmer of determination in the way he rolled his shoulders back. He grabbed more and placed it into the bowl, releasing a with a bit of force before sitting the tongs down. “I think I want a bit more tomato.”

Fork in hand, trying to pin down a slice of tomato so he could cut it. His right hand hovered awkwardly, meant to steady the cutting board, but his left — the one gripping the fork — trembled just enough to betray him.

The fork slipped.

The tomato skidded to the side, smearing juice across the surface. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

You didn’t speak either. You knew better than to rush in with help he hadn’t asked for yet.

He reset the slice, pressing the fork down again. His grip was too tight — his knuckles pale from the strain — but the tremor in his fingers wouldn’t let up. The fork scraped against the board, missing the tomato entirely this time.

A sharp pain ran through his forefinger and he dropped the fork, cursing under his breath as he massaged his purlicue.

His gaze stayed locked on the tomato, his shoulders tense.

“You did good. You and the tongs are quite the dynamic duo.”

Nanami felt a heated tear well in his eye before he sucked it back in. “This. Its all so hard sometimes. A fork? I can’t hold a damn fork and its been months.”

He needed to let the frustrations out. It was going to be the only way he could get over those hurdles to feeling whole again.

You stood in silence for a moment, giving him space to process and feel. “Don’t give yourself a timeline but do give yourself grace.”

“Is this all worth it?” You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or himself until he took a few steps back and leaned against the counter looking at you. “Will I be the same person I was before all this? Because I feel like even when I’m giving 200%, I’m failing with no progress.”

“This feels like it’s never going to get better,” Nanami said, his voice low — almost too calm, but there was an edge to it. A rare crack in the carefully composed man standing next to you.

The words hung between you both, heavier than the silence.

You gave him a moment before you spoke. “It’s frustrating,” you said softly. “I know.”

Nanami’s jaw shifted, his lips pressing into a firm line. He didn’t respond right away, as if letting the admission sit out in the open was already more than he was prepared for.

His hand flexed at his side — open, then closed — before, at last, he exhaled through his nose. “Can you help me?”

The question was quiet, but it felt like a victory in its own right.

You nodded, letting him take a few steps forward before stepping in slowly so he had the chance to pull back if he wanted. When he didn’t, you picked up the fork, steadying the tomato with your other hand. The prongs sank into the skin with a soft pop — a simple act, but weighted with everything unspoken.

Nanami’s hand hovered near yours for a moment, then dropped back to his side.

He didn’t thank you, but the small, almost imperceptible nod he gave was enough.

You didn’t push for more words. Instead, you handed him the knife, stepping back just far enough to let him reclaim some of the space —he had let you stand just a little closer, and it was a sign that he was willing to let you in to help.

[dimalink]

Duckling goes 2d – 2d fun with incline!

It is two dimensional runner, where you need, all the time, to press space button. And duckling is jumping! He jumps over pillars and another small ducklings. All little ducklings are running somewhere. You are – to one direction. And they are – towards you! Such a funny situation!

Game has in total 12 episodes and with 3 levels each. Levels has a different duration time. For example, first level is about 50 seconds. Later, final level is about 130 seconds. And, all this time, you need to have fun and jump! 6 episodes – in game day. And six episodes in game night. You can select whatever you want from the start!

Little secret for you to play easier from the start. About this you can get the ideas by yourself.  With a some game experience you gain. For someone it is interesting this way. And, so, – it is easy to give a tip at the start. A little tip! In a small little game! Jump. So, well, how to jump! Blocks - they are easier to jump over them. And about a little duckling – more harder.

To jump – it is better with having orientation about yellow little paw of your duckling. So, it is such a zigzag, bend. So, paw consists of two lines. They are with a bend. So, approximately, just before the first line of the paw or little earlier – do a jump! So,  you can check it about better accuracy for yourself!

Game has a certain speed. Rhythm, I can say. And, you do jumps and jumps! Such a game about endurance! At first - about a fun and interest. And, also, a little about endurance and a little-little about a discipline. Such a big duckling! Look, how he makes a jumps! Not jumps – but, almost, fly!

A big bird! Any bird needs to fly! Duckling too. Jump, jump, and, look, who knows, maybe, fly! Such a big yellow thing! Quak-quak!

And, little ducklings – they are about fun about everything, they have fun ever more than you, and there are lots of them! They are running in the field everyday and having a full fun they can. And not only during the day. But, during the night too!

And, day and night little ducklings are having fun! With two shift. And during the day – fun. And at night – also, fun. And, you are running across the field! Different types. Let it be that, someplace, there is no grass. And, only soil. Or magic land. But, anyway, it is a field. That’s why, here 4 episodes during the day has a name – field. Field 1,2,3,4.

And, during the night – also, 4 episodes – are fields. Fields 1,2,3,4, but, already, in the night! And, total 12 episodes. Field - it is a valuable part of the game! And it is difference or same here. A little different!

And, also, there is a magic land, duckling runs and runs across the field! And, find something interesting place! My magic land it has a name! Of course, it is the same field. But, looks a little different. Road and field. Field. And, also, my magic land. Duckling runs everywhere and look at everything around. It is so fun, when you live in a field! It is a fun for duckling!

And a whole pack of little ducklings too – they are also having fun! Everyone around - are ducklings! And they are having fun! Little game is about a good and kind animals. Game is about a positive! Countryside and summer. Such a game about impression. Field. Ducklings! Excellent summer!

And, of course, - it is, also, a retro theme. As Spectrum, 8 bit, Nes (Dendy), 8 bit computers. MSX computer, for example. Or some else – there were lots of them. Everyone has his own favorite 8 bit computer. During USSR there were lots of 8 bit computers. It is even a standalone theme. Sintez 2. Spectrum clones. About 8 bit computers and retro! As MSX!

Interesting game feature. It is incline of the field. Incline of the surface you run. It changes during the game. At the first level it is small and not makes a problems. And, at the level two and three – incline, already, bigger. And such a thing. Now you are run with certain one incline, a later, next moment – incline makes a change! And, you need to get the new situation at the screen, about a new incline! It is a game feature!

During level tree – incline can be from most big up to most small! Incline make a change, for example, something like, one time during 5-8 seconds. You can count! But, at level three incline, for example, can immediately, change from maximum incline to minimum incline!

With the first level incline change a little, and, almost, straight line. There is some incline, but it does not make a problems. With level two – incline is medium or big. Let`s user say it for himself. And, it is, already, a more easy to get the idea of incline. And with level three – incline makes a random from its maximum to minimum! Total 3 levels. Duration of the levels, also, raises!

Game is with idea of a such little game! With incline and about a duckling, also. During the game you can see your data. It is interface. Your life, your score. And level distance. You have eight lives. This is enough for a game. And you do not need to crush in anything! And scores – it is how much things you successfully jump over. If you make a crush – then you do not get the score.

For every obstacle you jump over - you get a score. And distance. It is like seconds. Something like level duration. It is measure with seconds. This interface is showing, approximately, once in 10 seconds. For a several seconds. So, be carefully! Or when you crush, then you can see your data too. And, in anything else - clear field and duckling! This is game screen! A lots-lots of little duckling are running to your side! Everyone is having fun!

Basic Pascal version 1.17 "BLOCK" – most newest version. In this version there are 4 new games! Platform Ball, Cabin Pilot, Free Blocker, Free Bee. And even more retro games! It is a pack of retro games with modern versions of Basic and Pascal.

It is now in development new version Basic Pascal pack games. This game will be included in a new version.

Basic Pascal: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/packs/basicpascal/index_eng.html Website: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html Itchio: https://dimalink.itch.io/basic-pascal

[pukefactory]

🤤pls i need salesperson ena AND meanie ena to degrade me and call me pathetic PLSL tell me u see the vision

•☽────✧˖°˖ PATHETIC CHOICES ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson Ena Degrading The Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson Ena (Ena: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons

★ Warning(s): Slightly Suggestive

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ Salesperson Ena starts the “pitch” with fake concern. She clasps her clawed hands together, voice smooth as a well-rehearsed script. “Oh, dear. Oh, sweetheart. You’re looking a little down on your luck today, aren’t you? Lost? Confused? Pathetic?” Her grin stretches wide. “I can help you with that! I can sell you a new identity! One where you’re marginally less pitiful!”

☆ Meanie Ena doesn’t have the patience for this. “OH, WHAT, YOU WANNA HEAR ME SAY IT?! FINE! YOU’RE PATHETIC!” She throws her hands up, staring you down with that sharp, geometric glare. “WHAT, YOU WANT A REWARD FOR BEING A LOSER? YOU WANT A FREAKIN’ CERTIFICATE? ‘OH CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’RE THE SADDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN!’”

☆ Salesperson Ena is a master at passive-aggressive degradation. “Mmm. Oh, honey. Oh, champ. You are just… absolutely trying your best, aren’t you?” She sighs, shaking her head. “And yet, somehow, that best is still so abysmally low. Have you considered a career change? Perhaps into something more fitting for your… particular skillset? Say, sitting quietly and being a little failure?”

☆ Meanie Ena doesn’t do subtle things. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU EXIST. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WERE BORN. OH MY GOD. I WANNA PUT YOU IN A DISPLAY CASE AND CHARGE PEOPLE TO POINT AND LAUGH.”

☆ Salesperson Ena loves to act like she’s being kind. “Oh, sweet thing, don’t look so down! Some people are just born to be stepped on, you know? It’s a valuable role in society! Think of how much joy you bring by being an example of what not to be! Truly, you are doing a service.”

☆ Meanie Ena treats you like the world’s stupidest riddle. “HOW. HOW DID YOU END UP LIKE THIS. NO, REALLY, I NEED TO KNOW. WHAT LIFE DECISIONS LED TO THIS MOMENT? WERE YOU JUST BORN THIS SAD? DID YOU WAKE UP ONE DAY AND GO ‘OH BOY I HOPE SOMEONE YELLS AT ME TODAY’?!?!”

☆ Salesperson Ena offers a solution, but it’s just more insults. “Now, now, no need to fret! Lucky for you, I have just the thing! A custom-designed program guaranteed to help sad, little, pathetic creatures like yourself! It’s called: ‘Oh My God, Get Your Life Together!’ And the first lesson? Try harder!”

☆ Meanie Ena makes it your problem. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT YOU’RE GIVING ME? I HAVE TO STAND HERE AND WITNESS THIS. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW?!?”

☆ Salesperson Ena treats this like a business opportunity. “Oh, what’s that? You like being degraded? My, my, what an incredibly niche and marketable trait! You know, I could sell you as a brand! We’ll call it: ‘The Most Pitiful Fool Alive!’ Your face on billboards! Your misery is monetized! What do you say? Sign here, here, and here.”

☆ Meanie Ena doesn’t get why you’re enjoying this. “NO. NO, YOU DON’T GET TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS. STOP SMILING. WHY ARE YOU SMILING. DAMN IT, STOP ENJOYING THIS, IT’S MAKING ME MORE MAD!”

[mommyslittlebird]

Puppy’s Adoption Day

Whoops this is almost 2k words 😅

It had been a rough week for Wanda. There was no doubt about it. But, finally, her now ex boyfriend had moved all his stuff out of there and this whole nightmare was finally over.

It was her first weekend as a single woman, and she decided she was long overdue for a self care day. She started the morning at a coffee shop and got lunch with her best friend. She even took a little shopping trip to get herself a new outfit for the club that night.

But still, all her efforts to lift her own spirits fell flat. She sighed. She knew it would take time, but god she wanted to feel alive again.

She walked aimlessly along the sidewalk of the small shopping center. When she finally landed in front of the pet store, she figured she might as well look around. They had a wonderful program called the “Toy Fairy Program” in which a donor purchases a toy and donates some money, and they get to give it to a puppy visiting from a local shelter in return. Who wasn’t uplifted by playing with a puppy?

She carefully picked out a toy: a stuffed rabbit/teddy bear looking creature with a soft squeaker in the middle. It was simply adorable. When the volunteer asked which puppy she wanted to give the toy to, she looked over each of the options.

That’s when she saw you.

You were the littlest of the bunch: a small Jack Russell Terrier mix. You sat in the back of your cage, but she could see your fear was tinted with curiosity. When you lifted your head to look at her, one of your ears was bent weird, protruding awkwardly from the side of your head.

She pointed to you. “I’ll take this little darling.”

The volunteer carried you out of the cage, setting you down in a turf enclosure with Wanda. She knelt down on the ground while you pushed against the back fence.

“Hey, buddy,” she cooed gently. “You don’t have to be scared. I just wanna give you a toy. See? Look.” She set the toy down on the ground in front of her, pressing into it to activate the squeaker.

She watched your eyes widen at the noise. Finally, you curiously approached her, cautiously pressing your front paw into the toy. It squeaked again. You smiled, huffing like you were trying not to laugh. You pressed it again, chuckling this time.

“Is that funny, baby?” She asked, like she was talking to a small child. She reached out and squeaked the toy a few times in succession.

You laughed, taking it into your mouth to try and mimic the noise. The attempt only made you laugh harder. You set it down in front of Wanda, pouncing on it with both of your front paws.

She picked it up and squeaked it again and again until you were laughing so hard you’d fallen over onto your back, paws kicking aimlessly in the air. She had never seen anything quite like it: the pure innocent joy of a little puppy enjoying their first squeaky toy. You were belly laughing and your big eyes were squinted, but still sparkling up at her.

When the volunteer came back to usher you out of the pen and back into your cage, she wanted to protest. But she couldn’t. She didn’t need a puppy right now.

“Thank you for my toy, miss,” you said before picking it back up and reluctantly heading back to your cage. You curled up with your toy in your arms, resting your head on the plush material. She smiled softly before finally leaving the store.

Over the next few days, she couldn’t get her mind off of you. She had tried to go to the club, spend time with her friends, read, watch television, anything to get her out of her slump. But nothing had successfully made her feel as alive as the few minutes she spent with you. She thought of your laugh, your smile, the way your little ears flopped around. It would be so easy to go back to the store and bring you home. She wouldn’t even need to get all the new things for you. Her friend Natasha had hybrids. She would have a cage, a leash, food bowls, everything she needed. Sure Wanda was a busy woman. She had to go to work several hours a day. But leaving you alone in the house would be so much better than leaving you in that cage for 23+ hours a day.

No. She didn’t need a puppy. Besides, you were so cute, someone had probably already taken you home. You probably already had a happy life without her. Maybe she would just go check. The pet store was on her way home anyway.

But when she stepped into the pet store and saw there was another hybrid in the cage she saw you in, she couldn’t bring herself to feel relief.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you out with anything today?”

She was torn from her thoughts by the same volunteer worker that she’d seen the day she met you. She stammered. “No. No sorry, I was just… looking for the little jack russell that was here a few days ago.”

“Oh, sorry,” the worker sighed regretfully. “The puppies from last week were sent back to the pound this morning. We’ve got all new ones this week. I can show you some of the new ones if you’d like. We just got this precious group of pomeranian hybrids if you wanted to-”

“The pound?!” Wanda gasped. She had thought you’d been adopted, and gone home with a nice family. She could hardly cope with that thought, much less you rotting away in a pound.

The worker was taken aback. “Uh… yeah. The one on Wabash Ave. We get all the puppies from there.”

Wanda searched up the address on her phone. She was in her car headed in your direction before she could even fully process her decision.

The worker at the pound brought her back to see you, curled up in a small cage close to the ground. You were crying, curled up against the back wall, facing away from her. She got down on her knees so she could see you better. “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

You didn’t turn to face her, too upset from how the rest of your day had gone. You didn’t want to talk to anyone ever again. “The mean man tooked my squeaky toy away…” you cried in a quiet voice.

Wanda frowned. “Oh no, baby. I’m so sorry. I bet it was a very beautiful toy.”

“It was!” you cried. “The most prettiest lady gaved it to me. She was so nice and she made me laughed and I loveded her!”

“Oh angel…” Wanda smiled. She reached her hand through the bar of the cage and rubbed your back. “I loved being with you too.”

You finally turned around, lifting your head to face her. She watched as the realization slowly came over your face. Your tail slowly started to wag, clanging against the metal of your cage. You crawled towards the front to the cage, wrapping your paws around the bars and looking up at her with hopeful eyes. “You camed back for me?”

“I did, baby,” she cooed, scratching you under the chin. “I should’ve never left in the first place.” She turned to the worker, who bent over and unlocked the door.

You hesitantly crawled out towards her. She pulled you into her lap and wiped away your tears. “Are you gonna take me home with you?”

She nodded. “Yeah, baby. I’m gonna take you home with me. We’re gonna go get you clothes, and a bed, and all the squeaky toys in the world.”

You rubbed yourself against her, wrapping yourself around her waist. “For real life?”

She giggled. “For real life.”

She picked you up, squaring away everything with the worker and filling out all the paperwork to take you home. You were a very excited, squirmy puppy when she tried to buckle you into the car. She made a mental note that you would need a harness from the pet store.

You seemed to always want her to be carrying you. She had a hard time even getting you into the cart at the pet store. Luckily, with lots of scratches, kisses, and reassurance, she was able to get you settled enough to get the shopping done.

All of her previous notions of using Natasha second hand stuff went out the window the second she saw your wide eyes try to take in all the accessories. You deserved all the new things that she picked out, special for you. You got to pick out your leash and harness, a nice new bed, your favorite collar, and, of course, plenty of toys, including a new version of the squeaky toy she’d bought when she first met you. How could she even dream of cutting corners when you curled up in the bed, still in the cart, wrapped around your stuffie. You were too precious.

Getting you home was less difficult, as you were now too tired to squirm. She rubbed your cheek as you fell asleep in your seat. “Sweet baby. All tuckered out after such an exciting day.”

She gathered you up in her arms to bring you inside. Tomorrow you would need to sniff every corner of the house to find your favorite, learn how bad the traction is between your paws and the hardwood, and rub yourself up against every fabric surface you could find. But for tonight, you were content to let Wanda carry you upstairs and lay you down in bed.

“This has been the bestest day of my whole entire life,” you yawned sleepily, nuzzling her chest. “And you're my favoritest person in the whole entire universe.”

Wanda smiled. There was something so innocent about your freely given love and devotion to a woman you’d just met. Then again, she couldn’t deny that she was also feeling an irrationally strong connection to you too. “That’s wild because you’re my favoritest puppy in the universe,” she giggled, tapping your nose.

You sneezed, making her giggle even harder. “I love you, miss… what do I call you again?”

She cradled you under her chin. “You can just call me your mama.”

“I love you, miss mama. Goodnight.”

She giggled. “Goodnight my little sugarplum. I love you too.”

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