#App Trim

[number-one-micoverse-fan]

"If you take a man, who is willing to do anything for his son, and you take away his son...there is no limit to what that man will do to get revenge." -Mark Fischbach

I have been thinking about this for ages and I finally sat down and did it! And I'm pretty happy with the result!

Sure hope nothing terrible happens to Best Dad and Best Boy in the coming chapters...

[electricea]

as someone who really only uses the app to keep track of new replies/mentions, has the app improved? i know a few years ago using it for rp was quite the miserable experience.

[faytelumos]

*falls into the mud face-first like a baby elephant*

I started recording a podfic.

And guys.

😭 Guys, this editing program I am using is so mean to me!

BUT IT'S THE BEST APP I COULD GET! 😭😭😭😫😫😫

[networksupported]

@sorceryparable (continued)

> not that i blame your guy. i would also hate to be in here if i didn't have to.

he manages a sort of reedy whine- and, in true cas fashion (or perhaps true cat fashion, it was hard to distinguish the two) looks incorrigibly proud of himself for it.

> then again, whoever 'she' is- uh- i don't wanna know her either. whoever gets that amount of stress put on their pronouns is not someone id wanna...you know, meet in a dark alley. not that there's any of those around. don't wanna run into her in the employee lounge, if you get my drift- no, that doesn't have nearly the same ring to it.

> whoever 'she' is sounds scary as fuck. there we go. that's what i'm tryna say.

the next three notes are almost a scale- and, failing that only slightly, are not...wholly horrible to hear.

> oh, god. well, telling you now, 'pleasant' and 'musical' are not words ever used to describe me. so. sorry. in advance. um.

more by luck then judgement, he almost manages to harmonise with batt for a whole four seconds. that, or he simply excels at also playing with no real key or signature to follow. probably a mixture of both.

[little-mouse-adventures]

i have access to a small gym/ fitness center at my new job, and am stoked! I can use it on my lunch break, which means I have both the time and resources to improve my health and fitness!

I just haven't used a gym in literal years. Anyone know any good resources to ease back into exercising in ways that won't wind up hurting me?

[scrawlingskribbles]

tonight we mourn the loss of ~8 years of data/files & memories bc my iphone bricked itself so I had to factory reset & never had any backups made bc I'm a silly dumb idiot :'))))))))

[genderfluid-druid]

hm. got a wild hair and uninstalled tumblr from my phone a few days ago (still have web access but it’s not constantly in my hands) and i am devastated to admit that i’m on a productivity upswing.

[vindicta-reliquiae]

//im gonna punch this thing in the gonads

[officialtokyosan]

scene that makes me sad as shit. so depression to leave tenma alone. dont leave him alone 😭

[mango-jpeg]

Look, in Kaeya’s defence he hadn’t thought it through.

Okay, that’s a terrible defence. In his defence, who could defend themselves from an attack from someone so irresistible? Hair golden-red like a sailor’s delight, large sweet eyes, a crooked smirk that betrayed wry humour. And it’s solstice for gods’ sake! The season of love, and heavy drinking, which to be fair had probably more than a little to do with his current circumstances.

The night had gone like this: Kaeya dragged his beleaguered personal guard out to the tavern, where he indulged in several games of cards and a barrel of wine, and a pretty girl selling flowers made him a circlet out of inteyvats. The tables were shoved aside to make an impromptu dance floor and a bard strummed a lute haphazardly as the patrons crashed across the floor. Kaeya laughed louder than he’d had cause to in months as he spun down the line and then came to a sudden halt in the arms of a stranger.

“Careful,” the man cautioned, trying to steady Kaeya on his feet. Kaeya squinted and saw the aforementioned hair, eyes, and mouth, and thought; No, I don’t think I will be.

And what a lovely night had followed. The man had been so recalcitrant to return his flirtations, but blushed so, so sweetly at every complimentary word from Kaeya’s mouth. It wasn’t long before Kaeya was stealing kisses and promising more, and then there was a clumsy rush out the door, and after a too brief carriage ride where, despite his protests, the man let Kaeya get away with an awful lot through their clothes, they were back at his quarters on the edges of the palace grounds.

Kaeya had thrown the man on his bed and wasted no time uncovering just how far his blush spread. He was very pleased with what he discovered; pale skin that bruised at the smallest provocation, a body that squirmed with sensitivity, a cock as ludicrously red as the man’s face. Kaeya brought him to climax with his hands and before he’d even caught his breath the man flipped Kaeya onto his back, staring down at him with predatory intent and said, “Now you.”

So, yes. A lovely night. But it’s morning now; unforgiving beams of sunlight stab through the window and straight into Kaeya’s eyes which almost vibrate with pain. He’s never been particularly fond of mornings. They have a tendency of shining an unflattering light on the realities of his life.

Case in point: “Your Highness,” a familiar, dry tone, that has Kaeya scrambling out from under the pillow he was attempting to burrow to safety under.

Dainsleif stands in the doorway, dressed in his usual greys and blues, arms folded primly across his chest. Kaeya stumbles out of bed and snatches his dressing gown off the changing screen. “For fuck’s sake, Dain,” he hisses as he rushes to the door, shrugging into the gown, “Haven’t you ever heard of having a lie-in?”

He glances over a shoulder at the man still asleep face-down in his bed, snarled in the sheet, little more than a mess of fiery hair and a sliver of pale skin. There’s an obvious bite mark peeking out from under the sheet, just in case Dainsleif wasn’t clear about the nature of their sleepover.

“I assume a lie-in is when you miss breakfast,” Dainsleif replies, allowing Kaeya to propel him out into the sitting room, “Which you have.”

Kaeya frowns, what is he forgetting? Dainsleif doesn’t nag him for small things like missed meals— otherwise he’d never stop nagging him, and he’s long since learned to pick his battles.

“The royal hunt,” Dainsleif says, after a long pause in which Kaeya’s throbbing head refuses to produce any useful information. Kaeya groans and collapses into an armchair by the unlit hearth.

“Have they already left?” He asks. He’s pretty sure if he got on a horse right now he’d vomit on the poor thing, but he’s fought worse hangovers for less.

Dainsleif glances out the window. “Probably. I already made your excuses.”

At least Dainsleif is generous enough to not use the truth as an excuse; a nauseating hangover, even during solstice, is hardly acceptable. Ugh, he really does feel like shit, it must be the lack of sleep. He propels himself unsteadily to his feet and turns to the desk. He’s sure he’s got a couple vials of that alchemical hangover draught stashed here.

“You could’ve gone,” Kaeya says, rummaging through the desk. Dainsleif doesn’t reply, so Kaeya glances at him over one shoulder and catches the look on his face. “Oh, fine. Thanks for covering.”

Dainsleif sighs in the way he does when he’s winding up for a lecture and Kaeya tears into the desk, desperate for some relief. At last, tucked into a nook with several broken quills and an abandoned sketch of the back of Dainsleif’s head, Kaeya finds two vials of the hangover cure. “Ah ha!” He turns, triumphant, to discover that the redhead has emerged and is standing in the doorway to his bedchambers.

He’s already dressed, and properly too, his shirt only a little crumpled, his hair pulled back into a tidy tail. His face is as smooth as stone, his jaw set. It’s such a stark difference from the memory hovering behind Kaeya’s hangover, of him naked and rapturous in pleasure, that Kaeya nearly does a double take.

“Good morning!” Kaeya says brightly, then tosses one of the vials across the room. The man catches it one-handed, looks down at it warily. “Takes the edge off a hangover like nothing else,” Kaeya says, by way of explanation, and cracks the seal on his own.

“I don’t drink,” the man says. Kaeya nearly chokes on the draught. He’s been sober this whole time? The man sets the vial down on a nearby side table and folds his arms. Kaeya knows a defensive posture when he sees it; he supposes for most people finding a stranger in the room after a night like theirs would be embarrassing.

“Since His Highness won’t do the introductions, allow me to begin,” Dainsleif says, dryly, “My name is Dainsleif.”

The man twitches at Dainleif’s use of Kaeya’s proper title and it occurs to Kaeya that he’s found maybe the only tavern patron in the entire city who doesn’t recognize him on sight.

“Diluc Ragnvindr,” the man says, then adds, barely managing to sound like he means it at all, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

A cold, clean feeling lances down Kaeya’s neck; the draught rapidly clearing his hangover. Diluc! Of course, he’d known it was also something that started with a D.

“Ragnvindr? That’s a Mondstadt name, isn’t it?” Dainsleif asks.

“Yes,” Diluc says, tersely. Mondstadt? Did Kaeya learn that last night? Everything before the pleasure of Diluc’s body unwound beneath his is hazy at best. The stare Dainsleif has turned on Diluc is probing, oh gods he’s going to ask if he’s a gentleman.

“What brought you to Khaenri’ah?” Kaeya asks, in a clumsy attempt to cut Dainsleif off. Diluc turns his frown onto him but then Dainsleif interrupts with all the subtlety of a boar crashing through the woods;

“You understand that His Highness and I are betrothed.” Wow that’s way worse than asking Kaeya’s latest lay if they’re a gentleman. From the look on Diluc’s face he absolutely did not understand this.

Diluc turns stiffly to face Kaeya. Slowly, he grinds out the words, “You’re betrothed?”

Kaeya balks at the force in his stare. This is a man who has strangled someone with his bare hands, at the very least that glare promises he’s willing to try. “What? It’s political!”

“I hope you understand the need for discretion in this matter,” Dainsleif continues, mercilessly. Diluc cuts him a glare, then strides to the door. Kaeya lets his eyes linger, he cut such a fine figure in those trousers.

“Don’t worry, I’d very much prefer to forget this ever happened,” he snaps, then throws open the door to reveal a blank-faced soldier in the hall.

“Glad we understand each other,” Dainsleif says, “Halfdan will see you to the gates.”

As the door closes, Kaeya throws himself back into the armchair by the hearth with a sigh. It’s been years since Dainsleif last interfered with Kaeya’s romances, mostly because Kaeya’s managed to hide most of them from him, and never quite so rudely. He digs his thumb into his temple, where the last of his splitting headache is only just starting to fade.

Dainsleif drops to a knee, putting their faces more or less level. He looks solemn, his gaze just slightly unfocused, like half his mind is on something else. Basically, his default state. “Your Highness—“

“Dain, come on, you know I get indigestion when you call me that,” Kaeya groans, slouching further.

Dainsleif ignores this, as usual. “It’s not just my clan who benefits from this match. The crown needs this alliance.”

“Who said anything about calling the deal off?” Kaeya snaps. Dainsleif gives him a measured look.

“Any word of this, so close to the wedding…” he allows the words to trail off. Kaeya gasps and places a hand over his heart.

“Dainsleif! Are you threatening to blackmail me?”

Dainsleif’s face goes pinched in a way Kaeya’s all too familiar with. “Your Highness…” Kaeya affects a dry heave and Dainsleif closes his eyes. Kaeya wonders who he calls upon for strength in these moments, since it sure as hell isn’t the Seven. “Kaeya.”

“There you go! Is that so hard?”

Dainsleif’s eyes snap open into a narrow glare.

“Fine, I’m sorry, okay?” Kaeya sighs, “I got drunk and took someone home and I promise next time to invite you,” That does nothing to lessen Dainsleif’s glare. “I’m not actually trying to sabotage this alliance, alright? I know it’s important.”

Dainsleif looks at him for a long moment, then, apparently satisfied, stands and hands Kaeya a small handkerchief-wrapped packet. Kaeya takes it, and finds that the cloth is faintly warm. “What’s this?”

Dainsleif is already at the door and barely pauses to answer, “Breakfast.”

[lollybliz]

@phoenixislost I Could Not leave you with nothing after that beautiful excruciating surprise!

I don't draw much, and I honestly don't know what in doing most of the time, but I had Such a vivid image in my head the first time you brought up the hair pin. I'm pretty sure this isn't accurate to what you had in mind-- it's a comb, instead of a clip, for starters fhfjskskdn BUT this is what I thought of! So! *chucks this at you from across the room* have at it!

(Please god click on it for quality, tumblr turns things to mud fgdjskdhd)

[cellgatinbo]

i've noticed that whenever I try to upload clips they never end up in the tags, as one of the resident clip connoisseurs, do you know if there's a specific reason? or is it just tumblr being tumblr

oh god i know exactly what you’re talking about and it’s the fucking worstttttt. as far as i know it’s just tumblr being tumblr, but it is SO annoying. i used to struggle with it a whole lot, reuploading the same clip like 10 times for it to show up in the tag, then i just gave up and found out that when i post from mobile it works just fine for some reason???

there are some things you can do, like making just a text post first then editing the video in, or deleting the video in the post and editing it back in, or just brute forcing it and posting it multiple times and praying at least one shows up and deleting the rest. but none of those are guarantees and’ll probably still take some tries. it’s just totally broken for some reason on desktop at least, and for literally no reason if you just post it from mobile it’ll work like 100% of the time

[floral-hex]

Made some coffee because I need the boost

Going to go shave off my beard next because I like the occasional clear cut before growing it back and also no one ever sees me so it won’t matter how baby faced I am for the next week.

Going to stupidly retry buspirone later tonight. If you’ve followed my “lore” (and I’m sorry if you have), the last time I tried it over a few days, it only gave me extra anxiety and made me feel hot and incredibly uncomfortable. Maybe that was a fluke. Maybe it was interacting with the antidepressants I had just upped my dose of. Regardless, we’ll give it another shot and if it goes bad again, I’ll just take a couple benadryls, conk out, and not worry about them again.

Okay, I love you.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

i hate capcut so much theres so many useless features what is this shit

[stenoodie]

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[so-i-did-this-thing]

The wardrobe source post

Have had several Asks about where I get my clothes, so here we go.

My general style:

My build: I am 5'10", around 155-160lbs. I am a trans man, so that means some fit challenges. 36R tops, 32x32 bottoms, 8ish shoe.

My preferences: I adore 1930s/40s outdoor "country gentleman" and work wear -- I am building a wardrobe here. I love texture and mixing patterns. I try to stick to natural fibers. I am spending more money on pieces that last longer and shrinking my closet to a modern capsule and a vintage capsule. (Though I will sometimes mix eras.) Brown is my favorite color.

Online thrifting:

Unclaimed baggage. Really great for giving higher end brands a shot at huge discounts.

Gem App. Fantastic for searching multiple sites like ebay, poshmark, etc.

Modern clothing:

Taylor Stitch. Standouts are sweaters and wool trousers. Sizing runs trim - I size up to a 38 here instead of my usual 36. This means it's a great source for smaller trans mascs.

Yiume. Shirts a bit thin, but fun prints and frequent sales.

Imperfects. Small range, but fun, higher waisted fishtail trousers.

Taft Boots. Comfy right out of the box. Great at making small feet look elegant. Men's sizes start at a 6.

Schott. Fantastic pea coats. Recommended by Derek Menswear.

Vermont Flannel. Super thick plaid, flannel shirts. Very warm.

Sterkowski hats. Range includes flat caps and captains/fisherman.

Spier & MacKay. Great winter coats, run a bit trim. Their trousers look hideous and despite a bit of a vintage look, everything else in the catalog is too low waisted and skinny.

LLBean. Great for sweaters. I love my grey commando style one.

Banana Republic. I like a lot of their older stuff, so a brand to watch on Poshmark.

New Vintage:

Cathcart London. Sweaters and jeans are great. Hit or miss fit on the rest. Frequent sales, small runs.

Darcy Clothing. Great all across the board. They are a film supplier, so restocks are regular. Their suspenders are hard to find, fyi, so search under "braces".

Revival Vintage. Dipping into poly blends, but a great selection of fairisle sweater vests.

JoBear boots. Great prices and styles, requires breaking in.

Focusers. Vintage glasses. They will replace lenses. Love the Peabody gold wire frames.

Old Glasses Shop. Frames you won't find at Focusers. You can try on frames before committing to an Rx, but have to pay for the return. Love their round tortoise shells.