#thats my certification for saying this

[3-aem]

officially transferred everything to new phone and distraught at how much the iphone sucks

[ei-mugi]

one time i was talking to my american online friends about stuff and i was like "haha yeah people always say i look ambiguously european but cant place what i am specifically" and they were like "i dont think europeans have a look though." what do you mean. you dont believe different ethnic features exist...?

[haemosexuality]

today i got asked if i consider myself black. i have literally no fucking clue do you understand the can of worms you just tried to open

[cliveguy]

this uni is fucking me around so bad im about to become the joker

[vintageghoststories]

my mum stop being fucking transphobic challenge

[soupteeth]

sorry i cant come over, im doing tasseomancy with my hot choclate dregs. no it wont be all day im just gonna overthink the results and THATS gonna be all day

[orcelito]

I'm building up a rapport with the newest trans coworker. He's been here for a month or two now and he's pretty cool. Definitely in his sadboy era (judging by the music he listens to, which is SO me at age 20 ish. So like mood). Quiet, but with a wry sense of humor that's been coming out more lately.

I am very definitely out as Not Straight & he has seen this pretty clearly. Also since I'm in management I saw his birth certificate as part of paperwork stuff, so like. He's never upfront told me, but I know he's trans. I've never breathed a word of it to anyone, even to him tbh, so I hope he reads that as a good indicator that I'm Chill

I was complaining yesterday about how heavy the ginger juice was and he was just like "..Gender juice?" As in he misheard me and was genuinely confused what I was talking about. And I was just like. "Oh yeah. Gender Juice. Ya kno." Idk just one of those stupid things that purely cis ppl wouldn't joke about. So I rly hope he's getting not cis vibes from me. Bc I am not out as nonbinary at work bc Oof but like. We r Brothers, him and I. Maybe someday I can mention it. Idk

[f4y3w00d5]

This case is making me so fucking angry. theyre using common transphobic language, and also theyre not even HIDING their BLATANT FUCKING TRANSPHOBIA-

Wanna see the poster that made me aware of this current bullshit going on?

The second paragraph. 'Roxy Tickle is a man that wants to be a woman.' Okay, well a simple google search says shes transgender. Going a bit more in depth? She has done Three years of hormone therapy and gender reaffirmation surgery. Like this isnt a transgender woman who has done nothing to change her identity, she's got surgery and 3 years of hormone therapy! And looking more into it? She has said;

"I am now legally a woman.

“I am already allowed to have a female gendered passport thanks to the letter from my GP confirming that they are treating me.

“I only have one step left - to update my birth certificate to say that I’m female.

“I needed two medical specialists saying they have seen my genitals and they both needed to sign a form in the presence of a JP.

"These are the most extreme levels of identity proof I’ve ever come across – to have to show your genitals to an MD is embarrassing to prove who you are. The documentation has all now been completed and I will mail it this weekend."

That was all 4 years ago. 7 years of this shit now. (as of today, april 11th, 2024)

And the poster still refers to her as a he?

And thats the picture they use. Now heres a better one.

That was deliberate. They used an unflattering photo of her, and a very flattering one of Sall, just to try and tip people to Salls side. Common marketing ploy.

More research shows that she now has her birth certificate identifying her as female.

And this isnt enough?

By her logic, shouldnt a trans man be allowed on giggle, no matter how far through transitioning they are, purely because they were born female? I get the feeling that she would say no. This is simply blatant transphobia. Personally, I cant do anything, being a minor. I'm not sure how far this case is along, seeing as it started 2 days ago.

But I simply cant let this slide. When I saw it this afternoon it made me so fucking angry.

This case could change a lot of things. Make a lot of changes that make everything far worse for non cis gendered people, potentially influencing things world wide

[bepoprotectionsquad]

I enjoy the feeling of being gaslit by my case manager

[wtf-amiru]

As someone who spent 5 years teaching long and recurve bow archery, and someone who's been in a reenactment group for 3 years archery fan art can sometimes irk me so much

Remember, 2-3 fingers on the string, never all four (one above, two below, three is what we taught) because it's easier and faster to release 2 or three fingers than four and much more stable

And usually no finger OVER the arrow tip on the bow hand. This is a thing that's huge in media and had made its way into actual archery but you're actually taught not to do it in the field. The most you're allowed to get away with is sticking a finger out under it and resting the arrow on it, like pointing. But usually you're encouraged not to and to fully grip the bow for a couple reasons. One, bows come in different pull strengths, you need to learn to grip that sucker hard if you're gonna be able to shoot the higher strength bows accurately. Two, your finger's in the way; it's just in the way of the arrow once it's fired. The top/outside fletching can more easily catch your finger and fly off wide, it's actually not super safe if you're on a heavier pull bow. 9 times out of 10 it's much easier to just knock properly and rest the arrow on the top of your grippy hand or the arrow ledge on the bow.

Also look up proper knocking, there's always one way where the fletching won't hit anything on the arrow's way out (they make a triangle right, so one flat side against the bow side with the point pointing out and away, this is the fletching that would get hit if you've got your grip hand's finger around the arrow)

This ain't the law, there's lots of different ways to shoot a bow but this is just basic things you'd be taught on your first day kind of stuff. The basics that a person builds upon

Also please, if the bow curves back at all at the tips and isn't just ) shaped, it's a recurve bow, doesn't matter how big it is.

[fangymutt]

Help a struggling unemployed job searching transgirl make rent

Hi I know my donation posts have made rounds and been seen and its probably exhausting. I am at the end of my rope. My partner and I are struggling to gain any work, I have been applying nonstop, I have looked into and have begun the steps to go to the local college not for degrees but certificates and job training to try and help me get a job. I have lived on indeed since losing my job unexpectedly in January of this year. Last year saw us being thrown into turmoil as my partners father passed and we lost the only support system we had. I am physically limited from certain jobs (I have had 2 back injuries and knee problems so warehousing is no longer an option for me and thats the majority of work for my area) I'm asking for support only as long as I remain unemployed, I send upwards of 10-15 applications a day at this point and most are ghosted. I havent given up trying but its incredibly hard (I am not saying im trans im not even getting to interviews im closeting myself and deadnaming its not enough)

Rent is $1080, I have raised $105 as of 5/24/2024, I need Rent by June 3rd, 2024 at the latest. Anything helps and shares mean a ton. Thank you for reading and for any and all help <3

$105/1080 5-24-2-24

[mrghostrat]

" with star ratings to two decimal places if possible." is a sentence that once again proves Postcards From Paris has never left my brain. Did you ever explain that scale, i feel like you did but can't recall? I also feel like I should mention again how much that fic changed my life both in the "Oh my gosh this fic is life changing" way but also I fell in love with how you/Aziraphale described wine as a (at the time non-drinker) and fell down a rabbit hole of the process of making wine, and then finally tasted it and got interested in that., I also got a pen pal which I wouldn't of done had I not read it. Now I am toying with getting a diploma in viticulture once I finish my bachelors (and am in the processes of getting a level 1 wine tasting certificate) which I never would've done had I not read Postcards. Thats a lot of words to just say BNF remains great, Postcards was great, you are very talented and an absolute gift to the fandom thank you <3

sorry but your pipeline from non-wine-drinker to viticulturalist bc of my fic got me crying real ass tears shut the ufck upppp?? 😭💛😭💛😭💛 and a pen pal? i'm walking into the actual ocean

aziraphale will never tell his wine scale secrets, none of us but him stand a chance at understanding. but maybe you can come up with an even better one after your diploma c:

thank you for such kind words about words that are so dear to me 🥺💛

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

LOVE - Chapter 5

After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she's pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

Janelle is played by Justine Skye

Hopefully this is only 2 chapters but you know me lol it might be more.

Sequel to All I Need Is You: Read Here

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Janelle looked up from the T.V when she heard the front door open and close. Her smile dropped from her face when Josh walked into the living room. 

“What happened?” Josh sighed and sat down on the couch next to her. 

“She has rights to Xavi. She’s his mother and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Janelle gasped. 

“But she abandoned him!” 

“I know that. My lawyer said that the courts won’t  care.” He groaned. “No matter what she always comes back and ruins shit. It’s like she knows when I’m happy.” He said as he stood up and started to pace. Janelle just sat there and watched him not knowing what to do or say.  She looked over at her dad when he walked into the living room. He walked over to Josh and placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping his pacing. 

“Josh, you know I’ve been through the same thing with Nelle and her brothers. And my one regret is not fighting hard enough. You said she left him at your mother's house right?” 

Josh nodded. “Yeah, on the porch didn’t even knock, just left him there.” Janelle’s dad nodded. 

“Okay, did y’all take him to the hospital or anything? Call the police?” Josh nodded. “Okay. get all the paperwork. Since she is his mom you have to prove that she is unfit.” 

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.” Josh said as he got his phone out of his pocket. 

“That’s how I got Nelle and her brothers back. It took some time, but no matter what. Do not stop fighting for your boy.”

“I’m bout to head to to get Xavi from school.” Janelle said a couple of hours later as she walked into the nursery for their son. “Probably stop by the market too.” 

“Janelle, you need to relax. You’re 8-” 

“8 months pregnant. Yeah I know.” She said with a chuckle. “But, you need to finish this crib.” She said looking at all the pieces scattered all over the floor. 

“Fine, just be careful.” She blew him a kiss as she left the room. 

Janelle let out a groan as she stepped out of the car and stretched. Her back was killing her. She couldn’t wait until she gave birth. She smiled at the secretary as she entered Xavi’s school. 

“Good Afternoon. Beth.” Beth gave Janelle a quizzical look. 

“Hey Janelle. Um, Xavier’s mom already came and picked him up.”  Janelle actually felt her heart stop beating. 

“Excuse me?” She said, as she started to panic. She pulled her phone out of her purse and called Josh.  How did she find out where Xavi went to school?! Beth gulped and handed Janelle the photo copy of Ximena’s ID. 

“She came here with the birth certificate. She said Josh said it was okay for her to come get him.” Janelle narrowed her eyes and pointed a manicured finger at Beth. 

“We had a list of people who can pick him up and she was not on the list Bethany!” Beth jumped and the volume of Janelle’s voice. 

“Nelle, why are you yelling.?!” Josh asked once he answered the phone. 

“They let Ximena talk Xavi, Josh.”

“Call the cops.” was all Josh said before he hung up the phone and rushed over to the school. Janelle groaned and put her phone back in her bag. 

“Why wouldn’t yall call me or Josh first!” She said as she rubbed her hand on her belly. She was starting to get cramps. 

“I called the cops for you.” Beth whispered, feeling awful. “I’m sorry we didn’t know.” 

Janelle sighed and winced as the cramps got intense.  “I thought the pick-up slips were for a reason.” Beth nodded, but before she could say anything Josh stormed through the door. 

“What they fuck is wrong with yall!” He yelled. “Why would yall let my fuckin’ son go with someone not on his fucking pick up list.” 

“Mr. Fatu, we are - “ 

“Man, fuck all that. Where the cops?” He said, turning to look at Janelle. 

“We called them.” The principal said. Finally coming out of his office. He walked over and tried to shake Josh’s hand. He quickly put his hand down when Josh gritted his teeth at him. 

“Mr. Fatu. Let me be the first to say how sorry we are. But she had his birth certificate.” Janelle zoned out of the conversation because her cramps were getting worse. Josh stopped yelling at the principal when he saw Janelle walk over to a chair and sit down. He rushed over to her when she let out a groan and pinched her eyes shut in pain. 

“Nelle, what's wrong?” He asked, placing his hands over hers. 

“Braxton-Hicks.” She said and waved him off. “I’m fine.” They both looked over towards the door when the cops walked in. “Go talk to them.” Janelle tried to do the breathing exercises her OB told her about but they were not working. Josh noticed the distress on his fiance’s face and excused himself from the police officers. 

“Nell, go home and rest. I got this.” She opened her eyes and shook her head. 

“No, what if-” 

“Janelle. Please.” 

“Fine.” She said and held out her hand so he could help her up. “Call me, when you find out something,” She said and he nodded. 

Janelle sighed as she stopped at a red light. This whole situation was beyond fucked and Ximena’s karma was come back and bite her in the ass. She just hoped that wherever Xavi was he was safe.

Janelle pulled up to their house and stared at the car in her driveway. She had never seen it before and it had a Florida license plate. She shrugged as she made her way into the house. 

Janelle dropped her bag in shock when she saw who was in the living room. “Xavi?!” She ran over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “You okay?” She asked as she pulled away from him and started to check him for marks. 

Janelle’s dad walked into the living room when he heard her voice. “I tried to call you and Josh. y’all didn’t pick up.” She went to reply but the look on her dad’s face stopped her. 

“Dad. What’s wrong?” 

“Call Josh and come in the kitchen. Now” He said and walked back into the kitchen. She looked back down at Xavi who was already back to watching cartoons and pulled out her phone to call Josh as she walked into the kitchen. 

“So you must be the fiance.” Janelle looked up and made eye contact with the man from Josh’s mom party, then her eyes slid over to the woman next to him. She looked just like Xavier. The woman got out of her chair and sauntered over to Janelle, looking her up and down. “I’m Ximena. Xavi’s mom.” 

Hopefully you guys like this chapter. ❤️

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

[throneofsapphics]

Lysa Dion's daughter arriving home with a hickey in the detail she is secretly dating her son Manorian with gavriel alive seeing the situation later they discover that they are partners but the parents discover that they got married in secret

questionable decisions

Manorian's son x Reader (Lysaedion's daughter)

Summary: Your parents figure out how you spent your week in Perranth.

Warnings: drinking, not proofread

A/N: I love this idea

She adjusted her hair, pulling it over to one side and glancing at herself in the mirror again. That asshole left a mark on her, specifically when she told him to try and avoid it. At least it wasn’t too obvious, hidden behind her ear and easily covered by her hair. 

“You said try,” he’d taunted her as she rolled her eyes. That asshole who also happened to be her husband, for gods-sake. They’d been quite drunk one night, meeting in Perranth, and found someone to marry them. Both of them were fully capable of acting sober, and thought it was a great idea at the time. In hindsight … maybe it wasn’t their smartest move. Everyone else seemed to think it was a joke. Still, neither of them had asked for a divorce. Not a soul beyond a few trusted friends knew they were together in the first place. 

-

“Why is there a letter addressed to “Y/n Havilliard?” You stalked over and snatched it out of his hands. Sure enough, a very official looking large envelope with that name scrawled across it rested in your hands. You turned to the side, avoiding eye contact as you held it up to the light, squinting. Probably a marriage certificate. 

“Probably a joke,” you laughed, fighting down any nerves and shifting your hair over your shoulder. 

“She’s lying.” Gavriel said mildly. “And what’s that on your neck?” 

Screwed. She was so screwed. “None of your business.” She snipped at him, and a knowing smile crossed his features. Aedion ignored that, in favor of the letter in your hands. 

“Open it.” Gavriel said, not giving her father the chance to tell her. The words were a command, and she knew she wouldn’t leave the room without opening thats gods-damned letter. 

-

“You’re MARRIED?” Lysandra heard Aedion yell, as she walked through the door. 

“Who’s married?” She asked, spotting Aedion clutching a paper in his hands - thick official looking paper.

“I was drunk.” You turned with pleading eyes. Both Gavriel and Aedion had slightly murderous looks on their faces and she frowned. Immediately, she spotted the small bruise on your neck and gave you a small smile. Along with the scent of a particularly deceiving perfume. You’d spent a week in Perranth, how the hell had you gotten married? And where did that bruise come from? Well, Lysandra knew how that happened. 

“And who are you married to?” 

“The King of Adarlan’s spawn.” Aedion said. She cut him a sharp look, now was not the time to bring up old grudges, even if her husband had mostly let it go. 

“I didn’t know you two were together,” she mused - eyeing the bruise again as you shifted your hair to cover it. 

“We’re not,” you replied a bit too quickly. 

“Lying.” Gavriel said from across the room. “Again.” 

Somehow, he always knew when she was lying - or even just omitting something. 

“Just.” You huffed, “forget about this.” 

“I’m supposed to forget that my daughter is married?” She raised a brow, “and didn’t invite me to the wedding?” 

“It was hardly a wedding.” She grumbled, snatching the paper back from her father. 

“At least you haven’t consummated it, you can still get it annulled.” Aedion mused. 

You, very firmly, avoided his gaze. Lysandra cut him a sharp glare, as if to say shut your gods-damned mouth. 

“I wonder how Dorian’s reacted.” She commented. “Or Manon.” 

Your face paled. 

-

Lysandra debated whether writing to Aelin, or convincing you to shift with her and fly to Orynth, just so you could see the Queen’s reaction in person. 

“Shift.” She announced after breakfast, “we’re going to Orynth.” 

You groaned and dragged your feet. She watched you exchange a pleading glance with Gavriel, who only shook his head, giving you a look as if to say; good luck. 

You both shifted, and took off towards Orynth. 

-

You shot murderous glares at your mother the entire way to the capital, debating if it would be worth her dragging you back if you turned around. Both of you shifted back a mile or so out, grabbing the clothes they’d strategically stored for the two of you. Showing up at the castle naked was not ideal. 

Your mother probably wanted to tell Aelin, and to torture you by making sure you saw your Aunt’s reaction. Dragging you to Orynth to share some gossip with the Queen. Although it was rather significant gossip - even if the marriage would likely dissolve or be forgotten. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aelin asked, meeting you at the gates and exchanging a hug with each of you. 

“Y/n’s married.” Lysandra announced, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Mother,” you snarled, but Aelin looked at you, her head tilted to the side. 

“To Manon and Dorian’s son?” 

Your jaw dropped, but she shrugged. “He didn’t hide his scent from Rowan well enough, we were wondering if you would tell anyone.” 

“And you didn’t tell me?” Lysandra said, in shock outrage. 

Aelin wrapped an arm around you, tugging you into her side. “I couldn’t betray our favorite niece.”

[leftclown]

So now I'm gonna move on and actually describe an experience I have had as a trans man who is currently detransitioned due to financial status. This experience involves both misogyny and transphobia, and I'm not really here to debate weather or not I Can experience these things, instead I'm just going to share it.

So I guess somewhat important context to this is that I am rather feminine by appearence. If you encountered me in the wild you'd think I was the hoodie and cookie monster pajama girl from high school. My partner, also not currently receiving gender affirming care passes a bit better than me. He at the very least gives people pause or incites confusion. Usually, though, people just assume he's a young man.

I was going to get a state ID because I had moved recently to another state. My ID from my previous state had my gender marked as M because I went through the due process to get that done. New home state has a policy that if youre from out of state you have to get your ID processed at the police station. My partner is also trans and had gone a week prior to get his done, and they had respected his ID's gender marker, moving all of his information from the out of state record.

I go in and of course I am marked F, so upon reviewing it I said thats incorrect, because my ID says M. We go back and forth and I eventually produce my partner's ID and say "you did it for him just last week". Big mistake on my part because I'm honestly still learning how not to give people like this the benefit of the doubt. Regardless, they go to their manager to figure out what to do.

A few minutes later I am called alone into the managers office. Here's a shortlist of this meeting;

-Thet confiscated my partners ID without him present

-Told me my due process didn't matter, that I can only change it if I had a letter saying I had already had SRS.

-Took my previous ID and voided it so I couldn't change my birth certificate

-Made me submit my ID as F

-Tell me my partner has to come in to correct his to F as well

This all happens very quickly, and I try to advocate for myself and lose. By the end of it, I am crying a bit and I mutter to myself "This is fucking insane".

This is the part that really fucked me up.

The manager stepped forward toward me, holding her hands in that defensive position, the one cops to do say 'I'm calm but prepared to use force', you know where they tilt their hips forward and rest their hands on the front of their belt. She tells me "I understand you're upset, but there is no swearing in here."

I am a nearly 30 year old MAN. And she is trying to tell me not to swear like I'm some teenager giving her lip.

"I'm not from here, this is just how I talk" I say, not yet realizing that she is trying to instigate. She prods this issue again, trying to detract me, trying to get me to cuss more. Trying to rile me up. I become quiet and still, thank them for their time and leave. She called me Sweetheart as I left.

And there is nothing I can do in this situation. Im dealing with cops in a red state. There's nothing I can do but cave to the authority because my plans are bigger than this. Because to further advocate is to put myself in danger and she made that very clear by drawing a line at me swearing. So I submit.

Submitting in a situation like this feels like your power is being taken from you. Like they are physically removing something from your arms and trying to get it back would be a major risk. It's not just that someone is stepping on me, it's that theyre telling me politely to get on the ground so I can be stepped on. It felt especially oppressive in this scenario, but it always feels like this. In the workplace, in social group, in family, a trans man is the least respectable thing you can be because not only are you a woman, but you're a crazy, damaged woman and if you're me you get ire for being a waste of a pretty face.

There's always a timeline too, it can be long or short but it always goes like this; People receive me initially with feigned tolerance and some mild comparisons to my partner's masculinity. Then they start poking and pushing and trying to see if I'm really a trans man in ways they think is subtle but to me is very unsubtle. Eventually, when they've disrespected me to the point of reacting emotionally, they act like they've gotten their gotcha moment because I've displayed the Ultimate Thing that makes you Not A Man: Tears. Most of them don't even need to get to there to conclude I'm a trender because well if I'm already almost 30 and haven't transitioned, I must not want it bad enough.

I'm sharing this story not just because it displays the intersections of being a trans man, how hard it is to obtain respect and how fragile that respect is, but also because I know there are guys out there who are like me. I see you, you with the puffy lips and round hips, you who can't transition right now, you who feels like he's waiting for a some day, for a time when it's just okay to exist out there and be treated with the basic fucking dignity of telling someone "Hi, I'm Dave" and having them reply without looking at your tits first. Who has beat himself up in the quiet hours for years for being too emotional, too feminine, feeling assaulted by the way the world wants to commodify your body and demonize your mind. You deserve to be seen and respected.

[actualbird]

have you noticed that time’s antiques has a CRAZY amount of ceiling lights? and whenever luke is there every light is on? his electricity bill must be absolutely crazy. not to mention he has a literal DARTBOARD in his detective office. this has led me to realise that not only is his taste in clothing questionable but his interior design skills are also bizarre

omfg yes YES luke's interior design tastes are BIZARRE and hes a WEIRDO (affectionate)

i now feel possessed to screencap everything in his building that i am either baffled by or want to point out because i found it cool. buckle up, i (as always) have a lot to say

so let's go on a tour of luke's home

FIRST FLOOR: THE ONE FREE OF MOST SIN BY VIRTUE OF BEING AN ANTIQUE SHOP

a lot of my confusion here can be waived since it's an antique shop and those are meant to be crowded and kitschy and maximalist, thats their whole Thing and i love that. like, the lights, which uve already commented on, there are SO MANY but theyre charming to me here because it fits, this disparate chaos but still emanating warmth

tho that being said ive noted down some bits that do still pique my interest

EXHIBIT A: antique cash register. given its placement on the counter/main table, i assume it's used for actual business and not an item for sale. of course, it could just be for display, but im jarred because it's right next to the High Tech Touch Screen. do people in stellis even pay with cash anymore? they seem to be hugely digital even in currency. it'd be funny if this thing WERE used for actual business and it's filled with all of luke's loose change and coins that he has trouble getting rid of so he instead foists them off to unwitting customers

EXHIBIT B: my only real complaint for this portion because how can any customer get to those drawers, theyre BLOCKED BY OTHER STUFF

EXHIBIT C: alright antique TV but i cant tell if it's just showing a random VHS tape or if it's doubling as luke's CCTV camera display. cuz it kinda looks like CCTV display of a road. which, honestly, is pretty cool!! it's a fun marriage between old tech and new. this is something im less confused by and more just something i wanted to point out cuz it delighted me to think about

SECOND FLOOR: NOT NECESSARILY CONFUSING BUT GOD IT IS SO MESSY IN HERE LUKE LET ME IN HERE I NEED TO CLEAN THIS ROOM

EXHIBIT A: certificates!! this is cool, i wish we could see them clearer. i guess these could be luke's PI certification though maybe one of them could also be his master's degree? which would be odd to have displayed in a detective agency given his degree is in bioengineering but itd be funny to match vyn who has his Two Doctorates on display in his office HAHA

EXHIBIT B: luke, please tidy up

EXHIBIT C: door with 221 B on it which i think is super cute. hes such a nerd hes just got that blatant sherlock reference in his literal detective agency office, so everyone who walks in will know that he is not only a detective, but also a fanboy. im not sure if this door is what leads to his third floor home but itd be SO LOVELY if yes!!

EXHIBIT D: luke, please tidy up

EXHIBIT E: peanut's bird perch!!!! this is endearing to me because it looks like such a....such a Gym Flavored Bird Perch kjhJHVSDFH LIKE it's made of metal and chains and not at all like most bird perches u'd find that are usually a wooden or more natural design. this is a bird perch for birds that work out. maybe luke made this for peanut himself to get peanut to exercise. peanut is offended by this. peanut perches on it regardless

EXHIBIT F: luke, please tidy up and god if u keep missing throwing trash into the trash can just moVE THE TRASH CAN CLOSER TO UR DESK

EXHIBIT G: luke, please tidy up

EXHIBIT H: luke, please tidy up

EXHIBIT I: luke, please tidy up

EXHIBIT J: luke, please tidy up

EXHIBIT K: dartboard!!! which u mentioned. i like that it's here in the detective agency office floor because i get to imagine luke stumped on a case and then playing some darts to help himself refocus <3

THIRD FLOOR: LUKE PEARCE, I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS

EXHIBIT A AND EXHIBIT B: okay my question here was gonna be "hoop lights?? tiny ladder????" but i answer it myself in a post wayyy wayyyyyy back where i talk abt how i think these interesting furnitures are there for Peanut Pearce Enrichment. it simply makes no sense if i dont assume this, but that aside, it's endlessly endearing to me to think that luke has fashioned a bunch of his living space to give joy to his emotional support birdson. imagine peanut hopping up that tiny ladder! or flying thru one hoop light and perching on another! avian paradise :D

EXHIBIT C: luke's palette bedframe....god this thing drives me nuts. it's not BAD but what gets me about is that it seems like such a stub-ur-toe hazard, a bruise-ur-lower-shin hazard, and a tripping-over-this-corner-that-sticks-out-and-is-on-the-path-of-foot-traffic-otw-to-the-kitchen hazard. the clumsy will be HARMED!!!!! LUKE, WHY WONT U GET A PROPER BEDFRAME!!! OR AT LEAST FIX THIS BEDFRAME TO BE THE EXACT SIZE OF UR BED SO IT ISNT THAT MUCH OF AN INJURY MAGNET JKAFVAJHFVA im on my knees....

EXHIBIT D: why on earth does he have a whole cupboard filled JUST with camera lenses. wait brb //asks a friend who is has a professional photographer dad............ok nvm hes off the hook for this one, apparently this is normal for photographers. im simply diagnosing luke with dedicated nerdery once again then. i love him dearly.

EXHIBIT E: HE WAS A GAMER BOI, SHE SAID SEE YA L8ER BOI!!!!! man peep all them games!!!! and his consoles next to them!!! i hope luke plays matches against other ppl and that hes Fucking Terrifying to other players. i know we've seen him game with mc and hes mostly adorable, but when hes gaming against non-mc individuals......i hope luke pearce is accidentally going Raven Mode against some random 13 year olds in apex legends or something. just because itd be so damn funny.

EXHIBIT WE'RE SAVING THIS FOR LAST: this is the most baffling to me among all the things in this whole building. it's a....trash can? but Not. it's a large trash can shaped container used for containing things, which, okay, that could work. but luke is using it to contain MAGAZINES????? AND ROLLED UP PAPERS?? im speechless. that is simply the most non-intuitive container to go for when thinking "hm, where should i put these objects made of paper, a material famously known for their flatness" aND HIS CHOICE OF CONTAINER IS A CYLINDER ?¿¿?¿??¿????LUKE!!!!!.

luke is a strange little guy. hes also the epitome of cluttercore. im obsessed with everything about him.