#note on that reminder: fixed

[utopicwork]

So. I honestly realized I needed a quick detour just to avoid burning out on cryptography. For that reason (and because I have a habit of not wanting to leave UI worked unfinished) I have the TUI set up to my satisfaction for the prototype. With the work over the past day I implemented:

Single key (q) tear down that kills the TUI and the PierMesh service

Full screen (f) toggles whether the PierMesh icon on the left is collapsed, giving a better view of the logs

UI elements to display both the cpu and memory usage at a glance

A good bit of tcss to prettify the UI (mainly surrounding colors and scrollbars)

What I plan on adding/doing:

Node to node messenger utility

Testing on older/weaker systems to make sure it doesn't break regarding color usage

Last I want to point out that this will make dev/testing/debugging significantly easier on my end

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[arthursfuckinghat]

Red dead redemption fucks you up man.

You literally can't do anything the same anymore after playing, I'm sitting in work thinking about my horses and wondering which one I'll ride to die with Arthur - I love them all so much that I wish I could save them all.

I even randomly think about the thimble Jack wants, I have no idea where to find it but nobody at hanging dog ranch has had it in all the times I've raided it.

I think about the sun and the stars, the dusty plains of West Elizabeth and the grasslands of New Hanover, I think about Tall Trees and the canyons of New Austin, the mountains, the snow, the peaceful times camping under the night sky.

And you find yourself yearning for it, despite how awful, unforgiving and unfair the time period was.

You can't go back to those days, it's definitely for the best, you'll lose yourself if you focus so much on wanting something from so far in the past.

Whatever you're yearning for, look for it in your future, your present time, find it and run with it. Life is too short to live in the past, live in the time you have now and thrive.

[starmocha]

Do you ever wonder about how intimate Caleb's Secret Time when he takes care of you while you're on your period could be? He grew up with you so he should be familiar with everything already.

I literally need him to already know what you like and what you need during this time. I want him so self-assured and comfortable taking care of you, because this is just part of who he is. Taking care of you is not only second nature to him, but also his love language.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Smells like a wedding. You're breaking my heart down here, Blank.

JOHN CUSACK and MINNIE DRIVER in GROSSE POINTE BLANK (1997)

[gxlden-angels]

You ever sit in the parking lot of a 4Rivers contemplating your relationship with your own religious trauma? Cause if you do that's kinda weird why tf would you do that?

[wundrousarts]

Going to do a Nevermoor series reread in June + July + August ? if anyone else also wants to do a reread around that time, could be fun to have more of the fandom prepping for Silverborn

Did initially make a roadmap plan to split the books up into weeks on top of already being months, so that people could focus on specific parts and discuss each week….. but between the fact that I messed it up the first time, Silverborn kept getting delayed as I planned it, and I’m actually really bad at keeping to stuff like that (looking at you, Silverborn Countdown Challenge…) I’m deciding to just go for it at whatever pace happens.

[rattusrattus3]

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[bipedalcapybara]

[Emerges From The Wood Works To Share Doomed Yuri I Made For @drv3giftexchangeclub's Summer Gift Exchange And I Am Holding A Lemonade] Hello There : )

[ronmanmob]

(a very late meme submission - for the fix-it verse) 

Therapy hadn’t been going well. The shrink was nice enough, the bills being picked up by various charities established to fund those who had survived the attack. There was just only so often Tabby could hear about having to take care of emotional scars as well as the physical ones. She didn’t want to talk about how half of the mirror in her bathroom was now covered with painters tape, ensuring no matter the angle, she could only see herself from the ribs up.

“I think you're probably the only one who understands me.” Tabby sprawled over Ron’s couch, staring up at the ceiling. She hadn’t even clocked how she was in a proper Freudian patient pose. “Or, y’know, gets it since you were there.” Ron was truly the sole person she could be normal around. Or, at least, her new normal. He didn’t keep asking if she was okay, impatient for her sunshine demeanor to return in full force. Ron understood why she was now nervous in crowded spaces. Why men of a certain build and height made her twitchy. And most of all, he never every judged. 

--you were there-

Standing at his kitchen-island, their preferred drinks to hand and just waiting to be conveyed to She of the Settee, Ron tensed against a wince so sharply his shoulders shifted for the effort. He wasn't facing Tabs just now, and while usually he'd not even consider the need to hide his expressions from anyone, in this moment he was glad she had his back. No part of the flat affect that blunted his ways and means could've touched the fixed, thousand yard glare that'd come storm-cloud-like at her mention of there - that packed out plaza where, through some accident of fate, his pixie-dressed-best-girl had wound up dying in his arms.

Twice.

They'd bought her back of course, the paramedics; they'd fought like lions for her and won but that didn't stop the truth of things being that. He'd watched life leave her eyes while he pressed his whole weight through his hands onto the wound in her guts to try and keep her together. He'd watched that twice and had still barely processed it; still lurched awake in a cold sweat, diving for his phone to double check. Triple check. That she was still with him.

His therapist told him it was as natural a trauma response as ever you'd see, not least in someone with his very specific set'a wiring. But that was all she saw of its effect on him. She'd never met the demon that lived behind his staring eyes; the one that'd ruled London and knew, to avoid a trace off bullets, to use ice in place of buckshot when hunting one very specific sort'a game.

"--I do undastand-"

The words sounded strained round their edges, like they'd been dredging up from somewhere deep and needed sound forced on them to make them hearable. Inch by inch, second by second, Ron wrenched himself back into the room. The drinks in his hands came back into his awareness, likewise the low light, the quiet music, the young lass on his couch and everything that she meant to him and as it did, as she did, the demon receded. And her Ron came back.

Like a clockwork toy coming back to life, Ron deserted the kitchen-island and made his way over to Tabby. He set their drinks on the coffee table by the settee and then settled beside it, his shoulder within easy reach of Tab's nearest hand should she want the contact. Nothing in him made the comparison in the moment, but this was a Claude the Mastiff move he was making; giving his person space and nearness at once; support and presence without the overwhelm-potential touch could bring on in delicate times.

There was a debt owed him by the cunt who'd gutted her, and that'd be collected on. It'd be paid. But Tabs didn't need the demon in him now. He had better for her, truth for her, and he spoke it plain and with much more ease than he had when first his voice had come back to him.

"-N I luv yah girl."

[waywardsalt]

bellum x linebeck chapter summary drafts that won those polls:

chapter 8

chapter 14

chapter 20

[triscribeaucollection]

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

Oh gosh. Hrm.

Might be with the premise - I seem to have a tendency in certain fandoms to come up with unique "what if" ideas that make people go 'ooooh I never thought of that!'

I've also got a fondness for mass time travel stories where there's no true subterfuge, no sneaky lone hero manipulations, just a bunch of people waking up with advance knowledge of what's to come and collectively going "Nope" and immediately all sorts of big changes start coming about.

I'd like to say there's a particular way I try to write hurt/comfort that people might recognize, but honestly, there have been one too many comments of someone going "oh hey! I read this and really liked it and when I checked out your account page I realized you also wrote this other thing I really love!" for me to believe it x'D

[in-tua-deep]

Yall,,, my boss (elder queer, very intimidating, uses ellipsis in all text based communication) found a little keychain while geocaching and thought of me 😭

It is now on a place of pride around The Monday’s neck

[briefle]

i love that at least three people so far have mistakenly read "beaten" as "eaten" on that iskall quote. unfortunately there is no cannibalism in our christian smp. there should be honestly, it's like parsley, but there hasn't been an occasion yet.

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

I know lol I was talking to OP not you, you're good! 🤣

In Frozen (2013), Anna sings about how she is so alone, despite having dozens of servants that work in the castle daily. This is because royalty don’t see staff as people, but more like a kind of mobile furniture. She would rather talk to paintings than to speak with Kai, her lifelong valet.

[tothelasthoursofmylife]

Hidden Cloudiataker

As you know, WotQ has this tag here

because I put references to everything I like into that story. Naming characters after other characters, making characters from other media cameo namelessly or under changed names, etc.

But, apparently (if the tumblr search function can be trusted, cough), I never mentioned on this blog that I did that to Cloudia and Cedric too.

I did once mention that WotQ's writing/layout style originally comes from an Aldnoah.Zero fanfic that I planned out. I began it but the main fic ultimately never saw the light of day. I did, however, finish and publish one story for that fic's companion fic. And because WotQ is tied to AZ because of the structure (but also for other reasons heh), I thought it would only be right and fitting to have Cloudia and Cedric appear in that companion story - albeit with changed names, of course.

I even alluded to this in the notes to the one and only Road to the Stars story that I ever put out:

No idea why I never mentioned it here before too, but now I did :)

For a brief moment, I feared that I hadn't put any AZ references into WotQ and was quite upset with myself but then I remembered that, no, I did include one!!!

These passages from "The Green Ghost of Nephelius Cemetery Part 2" are stuffed with little references/cameos I highly doubt anyone could decipher (especially considering that two are some of my OCs):

(*That's such a jumbled sentence... I need to fix it. orz)

And, in these passages, hide AZ's Inaho and Asseylum^^

His "I'm on Cloud Nine" face <3