#windows language

[fluentisonus]

everybody's a theatre nerd on here until it's time to appreciate that comedy as a medium is just as rich & fascinating & culturally important as tragedy

[quote-from-the-hip]

"And I love you, I love everything about you! I love your BODY, I love your EYES, I love your SOUL, I love your MIND! Now please tell me, what the fuck are the Germans doing???"

– Luke Manning, The Leftenmost Window

[theleeryder]

#Ragbrosweek2024 Day 2: Letters

In which Diluc and Kaeya are practicing their letters. The sons of a global wine industry must be well versed in all languages after all u.u

[tgmsunmontue]

Build you brick by brick... 1/? (WIP)

A (hopefully short) Hangster fic that starts with a Lego set...

Especially for @phisworld14 because she's amazing and deserves all the nice things in the world. Especially after the last 10 days or so.

There's a parcel waiting for him when he gets home. He hasn't ordered anything, isn't expecting anything and he taps it with his foot, suspicious. He trusts his colleagues as far as he can throw them when it comes to out-of-work situations. He bends down to peer at it and it looks legitimate enough.

Sent from Lego no less. Definitely addressed to him.

Huh.

He picks it up and it's light, rattles a little, which makes sense if it's from Lego. He goes inside and goes rifling through his draws, looking for a penknife to slice through the tape.

He lets out a surprised laugh, already smiling at the front of the box.

It's a Lego rooster.

There's no sender but he already knows it's one of the Daggers, because this has them written all over it. He snaps a quick picture and sends it through to the group chat, tells them he knows what he's doing that morning and thanks whoever sent it. There's good natured ribbing about playing with kids' toys, but Bradley ignores them. Doesn't really care who chose to send it. Lego has always been fun, and as pranks or gag gifts go it's harmless and also pretty funny. And if they want to spend money on this level of gag gift then that's fine with him.

He enjoys building it, it's been years since he's actually built Lego, and he finds it almost meditative following the instructions and finding the pieces, music playing softly in the background. He's reminded of the colouring his mom enjoyed doing when she got sick, something she could do and enjoy while he sat beside her bed doing his homework.

Then the second one arrives, and he simply laughs and shakes his head. Builds it and sets it on the shelf beside the other and snaps another picture.

>>Look! He has a friend!

More good-natured teasing, but he really doesn't care. Every time he sees them, they make him smile, a bright splash of colour in his otherwise fairly bland bookshelf.

Then a third and fourth box arrive on the same day and okay, he sighs. This is a level of commitment to the bit which he wasn't expecting. Wonders if he could maybe donate them to the children's ward at the hospital, or some kids that really love the Moana movies. No boxes arrive the next day and he lets out a sigh of relief but then a fifth one arrives, and then another the next day. Two are waiting on his porch when he gets home on Friday and he gives in, sends a picture of the now seven unopened boxes.

>>Guys. I don't need this many Lego Roosters. Stop wasting your money.

Then Yale is telling him he's getting an entire squadron, Bob is asking if he can come around and build one and Bradley can't help but agree. Which is how he ends up entertaining and feeding his squad mates while they build Lego roosters, drink and grill. It's nice if a little surreal.

After everyone has gone he notes that his bookshelf now has nine roosters dotted all over; is about to head to bed when he sees it. The little blue plastic cowboy hat and green plastic lasso that's been carefully balanced on the first Hei Hei rooster he built. It has to be either Hangman, or someone that's trying to frame him for the prank.

It could go either way if he's honest. He snaps a quick picture and sends it through to Hangman:

>>Your work or are you getting set up?

The reply is almost immediate.

Hangman >>Those are definitely planted. He looks good.

Bradley looks at the little hat and lasso and lets out a little laugh. Wonders if he could get little embellishments for each one.

>>Yeah. I guess he does.

PART TWO

[fyllophobia]

never knew what hit him

[ryuusea]

💐 / sherliam, flower language

when married to a guy whose mind palace only stores flowers with poison/medicinal value

I recently got a book, “Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to Victorian Language of Flowers” and it was fun applying it here! I imagine Liam knows Sherly doesn’t really bother to remember flower language, so incorporates Sherly’s knowledge of poisons/medicinal herbs for the fun of it!

[lizardsfromspace]

Shout out to Google search for being cooked to degrees I never thought possible

[t00thpasteface]

ideologically i don't agree with mister squidward tentacles but he did go off with his utter lack of company loyalty and his rigid insistence on getting paid overtime for performing any duties outside of his job description

[superbellsubways]

my guys on one canvas except everything is low effort

[evrywhre-evrythng]

he looks like he has emotional motion sickness

[honeyywoods]

what do we think about Jack Kelly with heterochromia? either partial or total but just some form of it. we have seen Jack swooning over Davey’s eyes but what about the reverse? what about Davey who didn’t even notice Jack’s eyes when they first met because there’s a lot going on and he’s not big on eye contact and he’s only just met this guy, but then once they’re in the theatre he decides to sneak a peek while Jack is watching the show and oh. he’s stricken by not only the different hues in Jack’s eyes but by the sheer difference between him outside - confident, self-assured, if not a little arrogant - and him in the theatre. He spends the rest of the show musing about this, only to come to the very unfortunate realization that he cannot, in fact, hate Jack Kelly.

[qpjianghu]

Mysterious Lotus Casebook moments that make me insane, 2/∞ : Li Lianhua's soft, genuine smile in response to Fang Duobing's "I love you just the way you are. Now sit down, shut up, and eat this food I made you."

1/ FDB: “Do you think I’ll regret [going against Shan Gudao]? The more clearly I see it, the more I know which path to take. I’m glad that I’ve seen all the facts.”

2/ FDB: “I rarely cook. You’re lucky today. Come, sit down! Eat while it's hot. What are you waiting for? Eat before it gets cold. Come! Sit down, help yourself.”

3/ FDB: “No one is perfect. Neither was he. There are shadows wherever there is light. Yes, maybe Li Xiangyi was too proud. But he established the Sigu sect to make the martial world a better place, where the strong didn’t prey on the weak…”

LLH: “If Li Xiangyi knew that someone would understand him so well ten years later, he’d be very glad.”

4/ LLH:“It’s a pity you’re not a cook.”

FDB: “Ha! This is just one of my knacks.”

5/ FDB: “You and I have already been honest with each other. There’s no need to show every inch of ourselves to each other. That’s how people get along well.”

[mothmans-cumrag]

Am I the only trans*/nonbinary German who is already constructing a plan where to move to and what to take with you in case we lose the country to fascism again?

[ghoul-foolery]

Me at 2AM with my silly little thoughts, after getting an entire 3 hours of sleep.

Psst! - a fic where Hancock shaves Nora’s legs

[aservantnamedketchup]

sbms x マクロスF

▽ あなたのうさぎのwhite

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2025: WANDERLUST: A History of Walking by Rebecca Solnit.

The last chapter in this book is titled "Las Vegas, or the Longest Distance Between Two Points," so I had to bring it on our Las Vegas/Grand Canyon trip, obviously. And I did indeed start it in Vegas!

However! We got back from Vegas *checks wristwatch* a month and two days ago, and I just finished it. It was a much denser, chewier book than anticipated. Parts of it were super neat! But parts of it moved at, say, two or three miles per hour. Lotta focus on Romanticism as early origins (which. isn't really my wheelhouse). A little bit of biology in there, a little bit of nature writing, some feminism, etc.--I think she does a good job of qualifying that this is a history of walking, per her subtitle, and it's very much Hers. I busted out the flaggies for a few passages, and I'll probably reread those, but I doubt I'll reread the Whole Thing.