#temporary table

[cake-chad]

I know some people are upset with the route they've gone for this season of SR, I'm personally fine with it, like they've said they did rush into the campaign and didn't get to establish world building much, and like Mace said during the break, the story is about the Stardust Rhapsody, which is the ship itself, characters come and go much like the ship and small crew they've taken inspiration from.

I think the only complaint I may have is having a character that doesn't speak common, it does make for funny situations where Derek gets to improvise his response, but having him not able to have significant conversations with anyone else? That's part of the heart of these campaigns, building the relationships between characters, so having him be essentially silent to everyone else is going to affect that :/

[dailymothanon]

Man who slicked his damn baby’s hair back and put him in a little suit and tie 🤬!!!! He was just made what the hell!!!! Bro needs baby formula rn not an economics degree!!!!

[faaun]

ive talked to a lot of ppl who have taken vyvanse now and i think ik a bit more on how i need to live on it

[myothertardisisonthemun]

Usually my desk has my computer on it, and looks something like this

But after coming home from a minerals exhibit, and unpacking them all, it looks more like this

I need to use the computer, but don't want to end the rock show....

[floofanflurr]

My contribution to let Papyrus say fuck day!

Honestly, it came at the perfect time, because in my main series Heart on the Table, Papyrus very much deserves to say fuck right now. ...And maybe a bit of arson.

This is a spin off from chapter 12 of Heart on the Table (it's not canon!)

TWs in the tags.

Papyrus paced his room. Back. And forth. Back. And forth.

Across the carpet. To his bed. To the desk. Back again. 

He was, maybe, perhaps, just possibly, a little anxious. Frisk was still sick after all. They were doing better, but they were still sick. And if they didn’t get better soon, then their HP cap might fall.

And if it fell too much… They might fall down.

Papyrus bit down those thoughts. Frisk would be fine! They would be completely fine.

Papyrus’s phone rang, and he looked down at it. …Undyne. He’d been avoiding her.

His hand shook at the sight of her name, but he ignored that and picked up the phone.

“Hey Papyrus! It’s been AGES! Is… Is Sans still sick?”

She looked worried, but only in that ‘I’m worried, but I’m also going to make sure I look enraged and threatening at the same time, because worry is for LOSERS’ way. Normally Papyrus would reassure her. …Normally, Papyrus wouldn’t have lied to her about that in the first place.

His smile was tight on his face as he chirped out a response.

“HE IS! HE’LL BE OKAY, BUT IT’S BEST TO CONTINUE TO STAY AWAY IN THE MEANTIME! NOW, I HAVE TO GO TAKE CARE OF HIM! I’LL TALK TO YOU LATER!”

“Papyrus, wa–”

Papyrus clicked the phone shut. 

And then he took a deep breath. In. And out.

He stared at his hands. No blood. He reached for his bond with Frisk. They were alive. He could feel them. Undyne hadn’t killed them.

…This time.

He paced his room again. And then he decided he needed to do something. Anything to get the restless energy out. (The energy that was telling him to go find Undyne. To hurt her.)

He walked over to his desk and clicked onto his computer. He could–update his followers! (His -2 followers.) Or he could see what Dr. Alphys had posted! Her posts were always very engaging.

And then his eye caught sight of the date in the corner of the screen.

…June 16th.

…

Hm. Yes. That was. A thing.

Papyrus clicked his computer back off. And then he stood up from his desk and pushed the chair in. All of his earlier shaking was gone as he walked calmly to his bedroom door.

His strides covered the distance between his room and Sans’s in no time at all, and soon he pushed open the partially open door to see Sans sitting on his mattress next to Frisk. Sans was reading through one of the human health textbooks that he had found, and was petting Frisk’s hair as they dozed next to him. He looked up when he heard Papyrus enter.

“SANS! I’M GOING OUT FOR A LITTLE BIT!”

Papyrus was very calm right now. And the smile on his face completely reflected that. (Unhinged glee was a normal expression, right?)

Sans looked at him long and hard. And then he sighed with a smile on his face.

“...i swear, you never forget this day, do you?”

No. No, Papyrus was going to take full advantage of this. It was a sign. He wasn’t even going to dignify Sans’s horrible pun with a reaction.

“OF COURSE NOT! CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING. I MEAN IT, SANS! I WANT TO KNOW IF ANYTHING HAPPENS WITH FRISK.”

Sans chuckled and then made a shooing motion with the hand that held the book.

“got it, got it. you go have fun.”

The amount of fun he was going to have! Was probably not very much! (...No. That was a lie. Papyrus was going to enjoy this, much more than he should.)

“I WILL!”

Papyrus gave another glance at Frisk sleeping next to Sans, so tiny and frail. He could see the raised flesh of their scar on their shoulder where their nightshirt began to slip down. And then any hesitation Papyrus had left in him flew away.

Undyne killed them.

…What was a simple house in exchange?

Papyrus walked back downstairs. He made his way across the living room, and stopped to snag a lighter from a drawer in the kitchen.

Snow swirled past Papyrus as he shouldered his way outside and made his way through town. He waved cheerfully at all of the monsters like he usually did, and some of them even waved back! He made sure to chirp out thanks and greetings whenever he saw any of the monsters that had sent care packages or well wishes for Frisk while they were sick.

And then Papyrus made his way to Waterfall. It wasn’t very long before he got to Undyne’s house, either.

She wasn’t home yet. She would still be out patrolling for at least a little bit longer. And Papyrus was going to take full advantage of that.

He walked in the front door.

Papyrus. Was. Completely and totally fine! He was so okay. He wasn’t mad at all. (Frisk, in his arms as they bled out. Frisk, with bright blue energy spears that Papyrus was so familiar with from sparring, stabbed through their little body. Frisk dying.)

Papyrus’s smile was tense. His skull rang as he walked over to the wall. And then he calmly brought the lighter up and flicked it on.

The flames were mesmerizing as he stared at them. And then he tilted the lighter back, and after a few seconds and some charred patches, the wallpaper lit up too.

It took a few tries, and the blaze didn’t start off very fast, but Papyrus was persistent. And flames wouldn’t hurt him either. He took the chance to walk to the other side of the room and did the same to the wallpaper on that side. And then he walked to the stove and cracked it all the way on to the highest heat and tossed a few of Undyne’s towels on top and watched as they caught on fire. 

Next he walked over to her carpet and flicked the lighter onto that too, watching as the flames grew in size as they crept along the floor and billowed out with black, acrid smoke.

He stood there for a long moment, in the middle of Undyne’s kitchen. He stood there as flames whipped around him and spread across everything until the bitter smoke made him lightheaded and he was sure his bones radiated heat. (Like Frisk’s skin as fever burned through them. Undyne’s fault.)

The smoke wouldn’t hurt him. Neither would the fire. He had no intention of hurting himself, and so the only harm that would come from standing here was severe discomfort. He thought maybe he would watch the fire for a bit longer. (Watch as it burned through her items. What was a little property destruction between friends? It was so much nicer than what she had done.)

But then there was a screech outside.

“WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!”

There was some quiet murmuring that Papyrus couldn’t hear over the crackle of the flames. Probably the training dummy. It was easy to hear Undyne though.

“Papyrus? What do you mean, Papyrus? He’s taking care of Sans right now!”

Papyrus decided that was his cue and he spun around to face the door. He walked out, flames billowing behind him and he calmly patted down some of the smoldering patches on his clothes. He looked up to see Undyne gaping at him, and he smiled brightly. (His hands were shaking again.)

“UNDYNE! WHAT A SURPRISE TO SEE YOU! OR! WELL! MAYBE NOT SINCE THIS IS YOUR HOUSE.”

She looked at him in shock for another long moment before a wide grin spread across her face. Undyne never did care much for property did she?

“Papyrus! What the heck are you doing?! Did you get started on our super private, one-on-one training lessons? WITHOUT ME?”

This wouldn’t do. Clearly the message wasn’t getting across. That was okay, though, Papyrus knew just what to say. It was June 16th, after all.

He walked up to Undyne and stopped just in front of her. He stopped before he got closer. (Before he hurt her for real. Despite how much he wanted to hurt her… She was his best friend.)

“NOT QUITE! BUT UNDYNE?”

She quirked a brow at him. “Yeah?”

Papyrus clenched his hands at his sides and he gritted his teeth together. Undyne’s expression changed as she seemed to catch on that there was something wrong.

“YOU FUCKED UP.”

She sputtered, confusion clear on her face as she stared at him. “What the hell do you mean?”

Papyrus squeezed his sockets shut. And then he opened them and leaned forward, his magic thrashing around him. Undyne took a small step back.

“I MEAN, UNDYNE, THAT YOU KILLED MY LITTLE SIBLING! THE HUMAN. IS. EIGHT! AND YOU KILLED THEM! YOU ARE VERY, VERY LUCKY THAT THEY DIDN’T STAY DEAD! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH THEM AGAIN!”

Papyrus was shaking from how loud he had been shouting. So he took a deep breath in and tried to compose himself. It didn’t work very well, and now Undyne had an odd look on her face. Papyrus could tell she was trying to process what he just said.

He didn’t wait for her though.

“SO UNDYNE? …FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU, AND FUCK OFF, AND STAY AWAY FROM MY FUCKING KID.”

He spun on his heel and walked off before he did something he would regret, Undyne’s sputtering form and burning house quickly shrinking in the distance.

Heart on the Table:

[bookwyrminspiration]

what kind of eldest sibling is it when you have, fully conscious and intentionally, made a load bearing pillar of yourself. walked into it with eyes open because there's no one better positioned and equipped and someone had to

[ceramicbeetle]

half baked thought but 1) it’s funny when people act like hawkeye has a deep respect for marriage as an institution and that it’s something he cares about in any way and 2) funnier when people act like hawkeye settling down with one person in sudden post-canon monogamy is viewed like the only good and healthy way to address his issues around abandonment and like, self-worth

[qlala]

giving myself an idea for a new fic and trying to stealthily open a blank word document but the tiny edna mode that i installed in my brain for exactly this reason immediately wakes up from a dead sleep and begins smacking me over the head with a rolled-up newspaper

[sunshineram]

pothos party :)

(marble queen, n'joy, golden)

[habitual-creatures]

Oh my god I can just move it back when we come home later.. Pleeaaasee

- 💜 anon

(Tthaankss 🫶)

ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. GO GRAB SOME SHIT FROM THE TABLE. ALRIGHT? WHATEVER STRIKES YOUR FANCY.

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

[halstar-the-clown]

(Temporary Pinned Post)

ATTENTION! This is a new blog for “hal-the-albatross-heart”! I accidentally deleted my last ones after trying to get rid of an old account I didn’t need.

Sounds stupid but it’s true. It pissed me off BAD. However, this might not be all that bad. I’ve been meaning to get a fresh start on my blogs for awhile. So here I am, even if it was unexpected.

A proper intro post will be written eventually and I’ll be posting old art pieces from my last blog in order to get caught up again. See you all then!

[spectrology]

we finished fixing my balcony this weekend :)

[floofanflurr]

@just-a-soft-kid want some angst?? You asked and you shall receive!!!!

These are drabbles for Heart on the Table, and take place before the events of my story. However that means that it's just canon Undertale at this point! Meaning you don't need to read Heart on the Table at all to read these drabbles. CW: graphic injury, temporary death.

This is based around the idea that Sans was there when Frisk died, and that Frisk knew he was there.

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There were eyes on them. Frisk could feel them, but they couldn't pay attention. All of their focus was on rolling out of the way of the axes swinging above their head.

Frisk rolled forward onto the ground, dirt and cold snow melting into their sweater as they tried to dodge the sharp metal.

They weren't fast enough, though, and they had to bite back a yelp as Dogamy's axe cut through their side and sweater. It took a second for the pain to register, the metal so cold and sharp that they barely noticed. But then fire raced down the injury and they faltered.

Backed into the corner of the bullet box, and slowed down by the gash through their side, Frisk wasn't able to dodge Doggaressa's next swing.

It came straight at them and tore through their stomach and SOUL. Their skin split open easily, like a knife through butter.

Dying hurt. It didn't matter how many times it happened, it still hurt.

The world was blacking out, Frisk's vision fading, but just before it all ended, they looked up to meet the gaze that they had felt on them.

Sans was leaning against a tree in the distance, his hands in his pockets as he met their gaze with the same smile he always had on.

His back was the last thing Frisk saw as he slowly turned around and walked away.

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Blood gargled out of Frisk's lips as they fell to their knees and clutched at their chest. Their lungs burned as blood filled them and Mad Dummy cackled only a short distance away.

Frisk couldn't stop themself from trying to breathe again, but all that filled their mouth was blood. They couldn't get air and it burned.

They had died so many times to Mad Dummy at this point. They hadn't figured out how to make friends yet.

They would do it, though. They would get past this eventually. Frisk was determined to get past.

As the Encounter around them faded into black, Frisk looked up.

Sans stood there.

He was near the exit that Frisk couldn't get to, half hidden in the shadows. The same blank smile was on his face.

They expected it at this point. Frisk realized a bit ago that Sans was always just around the corner.

They were glad. Even if Sans stared at them with an empty smile and walked away, he was always there.

It was nice to know they weren't dying completely alone.

Sure, no one cared when they died, but maybe they could pretend he did. He was there, after all.

Frisk fell back against the cave wall and tried to take another breath in, only to get burning pain. Hot copper filled their mouth and it was all they could taste as it drowned them.

Their vision began fade to black as blood dribbled out of their lips.

But before they died, they met Sans's gaze and smiled wide.

Sans's grin twitched, and a funny look that Frisk had never seen before crossed his face.

Unlike normal, the last thing Frisk saw wasn't Sans's back. Instead, their eyes slipped closed to Sans standing and staring at them.

[interiorergonomics]

Is Office Furniture an Asset or an Expense?

Office furniture can be classified as either an asset or an expense, depending on how it is accounted for in a business’s financial records.

Office Furniture as an Asset

Office furniture is generally considered a fixed asset because it is a tangible item that provides long-term value to the business. Items like desks, chairs, cabinets, and conference tables are expected to be used for several years, making them capital expenditures. These assets are recorded on the balance sheet and depreciated over time, meaning their cost is spread out across multiple accounting periods.

Office Furniture as an Expense

In some cases, office furniture can be a liability and classified as an expense, particularly if the cost is low enough to be immediately deducted. Many businesses set a capitalization threshold (e.g., 2,500 AED), meaning furniture purchases below this amount are treated as an operating expense. Additionally, rented or leased office furniture is categorized as an expense since it does not become a company-owned asset.

Conclusion

Whether luxury office furniture is an asset or an expense depends on the company’s accounting policies, purchase amount, and intended use. Large furniture investments are typically assets, while smaller or temporary furniture costs may be treated as expenses.

[wisekoalakoala]

MASTER TRAINING PROGRAM Proficiency in Minimal Access Surgery - PMAS

Master training programme at SNH is for post graduate surgeons, gynaecologists, pediatric surgeons and urologists for intensive training under direct supervision of the consultant. PMAS course is available only to such surgeons who have already done DMAS / Equivalent course. This programme covers the clinical, theoretical and practical aspects of the teaching. The candidate has to follow the laid down time-table and also has to get involved with the patient in the pre-op, workup and post-op management .The candidate has to actively participate in the academic activities of the department.

The trainee can pursue the master training programme as per his / her requirement for 1,3 or 6 m onths. The master training programme is available to the candidate in two formats.

1. With clinical responsibility

2.Without clinical responsibility

NMC (National Medical Commission) Registration (permanent/ temporary) is mandatory for doing master training programme with clinical responsibility. Candidates who choose the program with clinical responsibilities will be paid a monthly stipend of Rs. 30,000/ for Indian/SAARC Doctors and USD 600/-for foreign nationals/NRI’s.

[skipperling]

All the really hard stuff is moved in now too. Everything else is small or not too difficult. Tomorrow I'll be all moved in if not by tonight, but I do wanna give my girls some time with me to relax (and me time to rest too) before I keep going