#;;musing: the assistant

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

Childhood Homes (And Why We Hate Them)

[malusrecord]

[raining-anonymously]

no more fiddleford bill rivalry. henceforth they are miserable TOGETHER about how badly they fumbled ford / how oblivious ford is. ford smiles at them and goes back to his work, not noticing the blushing or the starry eye, and they both look at each other like ‘he’ll never want either of us that way, will he…’

[runes-menagerie]

Plotted starter with @mxchineherald

Sky was resting with Viktor within the Arcane, it was exhausting helping to bring back the mind of Vander from within the beast Warwick. She needed to recharge, they both did. Which was why she and Viktor were resting within the Arcane rather than sleeping side by side with her using her body as she often did.

It was peaceful and relaxing. She wouldn't call it sleep but it was restful even with her keeping an eye on the commune. Everything was as calm as could be expected with the Noxians on their doorstep along with Singed. The scientist made her wary and she was glad that Viktor had resisted the temptation and sent the man away.

Then there was a disturbance. She lifted her head and turned her attention to it but didn't leave Viktor's embrace. She didn't have as strong of a connection with the Healed of the commune as Viktor did but it seemed that someone in need of help had arrived. They were being guided here for Healing.

She frowned at that and debated leaving for a moment to use her body to direct the newcomer to a place of rest for the moment since Viktor needed rest. She weighed her opens for too long it seemed since the person was already entering.

Her eyes widened as she recognized the feel of the person. Jayce. He was here and given his reaction to them speaking through Salo, she couldn't be sure what Jayce had planned. Especially since he was continuing to approach the spot where Viktor hovered in meditation. She tried to alert Viktor before reaching for her body just in case.

[verum-artifex]

Showstopper

[littlequeenies]

September 23rd, 1976 - Chrissie May, Brian May, John Deacon and Pete Brown, (middle row) Roger Taylor and Jo Morris, and (front row) Mary Austin, Freddie Mercury and John Reid  at Kempton Park Racecourse in Surrey, to promote Queen’s album ‘A Day at the Races’.

John Reid invited Queen members and their couples to bet on a horse race. Without knowing, all of them chose the same horse, who won.

Photos by Andre Csillag/Shutterstock.

[petrichor-musings]

UPDATE 12/20: We need help again

Hey folks, we're going to be short on rent again. What's worse, part of our rent early autopay went through & our bank account was over $500 in the negative for a few weeks.

Currently, we're the only one in the house with a job, but our first paycheck won't come in until next year. We're good on food thanks to food stamps. And we *should* receive $342/week from unemployment through the end of the month at least. Enough of that has come in to raise our bank account to positive again. And barring any bills that haven't come in, we *might* be able to get rent paid ontime if we can get unemployment to come in early. Who knows with the holidays.

Rent is due on the 1st, but we'll need it sooner than that because of payment processing times over holidays. I think if we're calculating everything right, we'll need about $200 as long as there's no surprises.

Cashapp*: $Corvijay

Current bank balance: $119.60

Current Rent paid: $1000/$1652

Please send whatever you can, & if you can't, please reblog. Even just spreading this will help.

*(had to disable ko-fi because we weren't selling anything)

[melinoelabs]

"Oh we're just insects to-"

"Just" insects? Just insects?

Have some self respect!

No single clade of animal has killed more humans than insects!

So the next time some 'higher being' goes about its 'mysterious ways' around you, remember your place in the universe.

Jab your insignificant proboscis through it's ineffable dermis, gorge yourself on the delicious taste that only comes from buzzing beneath the notice of the transcendent, and leave it with the only thank-you note it'll notice, that exquisite itch that says:

'Thanks for the meal and enjoy the malaria.'

[geodethecrow]

I could kill God with a timpani mallet if I had one with me right now

[neoflorilegia]

are men not beefy anymore? i'm gathering pics for old school moodboards (this is my writing blog this is my party) and every single man on faceclaim directories is muscular but not beefy. this character EATS. this character LIFTS. he was raised on literal mountains and the first time the other main characters see him they're stunned by his vibes alone

he's also a cutie pie. he giggles.

[salvadorbonaparte]

Well if I actually drop out after the summer that also means I won't have to give a fuck about my grades or attendance. It's not like I can get into different graduate program or that my future employer will look at my grade in fucking medievalism. Once I finalized the decision I'm going to enter my idgaf era.

[cruel-hiraeth]

you start learning french to flirt with neuvillette, but your pronunciation is so bad that each instance turns into an impromptu language lesson.

[an-stoirm]

Coworker: "-opens mouth- ... -closes mouth- ... -blinks- Do you have a religion?"

Me: "-beaming- Yes, I do!"

Coworker: " ... I was just going to curse God for giving me a uterus XD"

Me: "Oh, in my religion, I'd ask you which one ;D"

[gemkun]

looking for : an assistant that is immune to one gambler’s whims and silver tongue , if this is you please contact the doctor

[verum-artifex]

Nova's radiance, like dawn's first light,

Onyx's depth, a starless night.

Together they dance, both fierce and bright,

Guiding my hand, making art take flight.

[littlequeenies]

November 23, 1981 - May Pang, Mike McCartney, Cynthia Lennon and Sid Bernstein at the launch party for Mike's book “The MACS” held at the Horn of Plenty Restaurant in New York City.