#I miss Windows already

[fallingsatellive]

Well... it finally happened. My beloved computer stopped working. Won't charge, no matter what charger or outlet I use. I even tried in two different buildings. I'm hoping maybe I can get it fixed but I really don't have the funds for an expensive fix, let alone a replacement. I'm trying to be in good humor about it but I'm really devastated. I never talk about being slightly-POSIC but I think it's obvious by the way I talk about my computer every time I post about it.

[mienar]

late rainy nights

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[randyjadeyaoi]

a shitpost off of this post

[marvey-sideblog]

"And it just happened to be empty?" "Something like that."

Suits 4x8 "Exposure" Mike returns to Pearson Specter and gets Harvey's old office.

[imthursdaysyme]

arthur trying to order coffee when he knows nothing about coffee and thinks it’s gross but there’s a cute barista

[googiejar]

jin on the window ♡ #jin #seokjin #bts #bangtan

[kleefkruid]

How is Kotelet dealing with being an inside cat? And Marcel?

Honestely the answer is 'too busy being baby machine'. So I trapped her about 4 tot 5 days (can't remember) before she gave birth and then she was miffed about it, but that was of course because she was looking for the best possible nesting place and we know 'best' for her means somewhere out in the rain beneath some bush. But she yowled on the windowsill for one day before she became too pregnant to even get on the windowsill so from then on she was mainly sleeping and throwing grumpy looks at the door like 'you know what I'd be doing if I wasn't a football on legs now.'

Since then she's been nursing non-stop, had her fever and is just exhausted having 5 mouths to feed so she just eats. She wants to walk around the apartment especially in the morning (she'd always come in while I was making coffee bc that's when the balcony door opened usually) but she's just too tired, which is entirely normal at this point.

So how will she be when she gets more energy? I honestly don't know. What I do know is that she still refuses cat food, and at this point I don't know if she'll ever accept it? I do have to manage my expectations since she's a certified feral cat. It's rare (but possible) to even get a feral friendly with humans but she'll never turn into a full couch potato.

Once the kittens are weaned onto kitten food I'll have a go at trying to get her onto cat food by simply not giving chicken anymore, but I don't know if it'll work.

Long term: Right now we have a good house with a safe protected area where plenty of people feed her and she can catch mice, but if I'd have to move to a less than ideal place for a feral cat, I wouldn't want to leave her behind so then we'd have to look for a farm set-up or something, somwhere where she can hang out with humans whenever she wants but catch her own food.

But first we'll see what I can do in the next weeks, it's just important to remember this is a feral cat and she missed the window to be a full house cat. Keeping her inside idefinitely is just not a possibility from a wellfare perspective, even orgs from very pro-housecat countries advice against that. (bc the stress can literally kill them) But she'd be a very succesful social cat in a spayed and protected colony.

Oh and Marcel and Oskar are doing fine, Kotelet is in the bedroom so I can just close that door and then they can sit on the balcony whenever they want, and I got a feliway refill which Marcel reacts to well! if only they weren't too expensive to buy more often :') So Kotelet is high on mommy pheromones and the others on fake ones haha. Peace and love on earth for everyone except me who sadly doesn't react to kitty drugs, I wish I wish.

[synthshenanigans]

something something the window in light & night is a mirror and its all just been Whole looking in a mirror thinking about himself/his brain

[lordisitmine]

“Here.” Ambrosius grabs Ballister’s hand again and lifts it to his face, dragging Ballister’s fingertips over the edges of the bruise. Ballister stops breathing, his entire world narrowed to the touch he’s being allowed, the cold of Ambrosius’s skin from the ice pack, the way his flesh gives slightly where it’s blemished, like a peach at perfect ripeness.

He’ll never know what gives him the courage to drop his legs, push onto his knees and tug Ambrosius in by the jaw to kiss him. Years later, he’ll realise that perhaps it wasn’t courage at all. Dams don’t break because of courage. They break because the floodwaters have nowhere else to go, and they’ve been pushing long enough.

[girlivealwaysbean]

it's not sinking in that today might be the last day in my house and town for many months to come

[bigothteddies]

not to brag about being good at my job but I’ve now developed two separate tools for debugging entirely on my own within my company entirely from scratch without help and A. it makes my job so much fucking easier and B. my boss is thinks im incredible just because im too lazy to want to write the same bits of code over and over just for debugging purposes

[teddybearsims]

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕤' ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 - 𝟞:𝟚𝟘 ℙ𝕄 ⋆⁺𖤓₊⋆

[Marigold's phone begins to ring again, the third time in the past twenty minutes. A yawn escapes her, old floorboards creaking as she walks through the shoddy curtain into her bedroom.] Marigold: Yes, Mama -- You know, it's been almost three months now...I think I can remember to buy my own groceries. [She laughs, pacing around her room as her mother's lovely voice fills her with a certain homesickness. Not that Marigold will let her know that, it would only make her worry more.] Marigold: Nine more months, and I'm home...if they don't end up hiring me! [Marigold's heart melts as her mother reassures her, pressing a few kisses through the phone.] Marigold: I love you always...I'll be sure to facetime you and Papa tomorrow morning. [Mattress springs squeak as she flops down onto her bed. She can't shake the melancholy, despite living her dream. To describe her life in the city thus far, the two words tied are fulfilling, and lonesome.] [But Marigold isn't the type to wallow. She was raised with optimism, and her heart blazes with passion. She turns, cheek squishing in her palm as a sweet breeze passes through the flowers outside her window.] Marigold: What do you say, Teddy? Do you think we can do this for nine more months? [She doesn’t expect a response, but she giggles to herself regardless.] Marigold: Yeah, it'll be a piece of cake!

[elektroyu]

Omg I got CSP to run under Linux finally!! 😭

It doesn't like large files so far, though, and sometimes pen pressure turns off by itself, but I still have to switch systems around between my drives so this all not final anyway.

Going to test if I can get my licence registered on Linux, though. I basically don't boot Windows on PC anymore anyway, so it doesn't matter if CSP is uninstalled there.

[vanmarkus]

Wip Word Search 🔍

rules: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs

my words: affect, great, opposed

1. affect from the mudslide fic ☔️

He watched as Eddie got up from the couch, carefully depositing Christopher’s legs from his lap before turning back to him and planting a soft kiss onto the top of his soft curls. He was getting too old for these kinds of affections when awake and — as much as he couldn’t wait to see Christopher become his own, independent person — Buck desperately wanted to halt time. It wasn’t a fair thing to think; Chris wasn’t exactly his kid to begin with and regardless of what Eddie’s will said would happen after his death, Buck's place in their lives wasn’t set in stone, so he savored every tiny moment he could. Somewhere along the last handful of years, Eddie and Christopher became Family, with a capital F. Buck loved Chris like he was his own and his feelings for Eddie were clear as day — only if not for the man himself. It was better that way, Buck reasoned. He probably wouldn’t let Buck hang around all the time, if he’d have known. Eddie probably didn’t think of them that way anyway. Buck ran his fingers through the curly hair tickling his cheek and pulled the kid’s small frame just a fraction closer, relishing in the moment of stillness.

2. great from the jealous eddie fic 🧇

“So uh t-tell me about yourself, you know, hobbies, pets, family, whatever.” “That’s pretty broad.” Jason chuckled and Buck felt his cheeks heat up immediately. Wow, he really hasn’t been on a proper date in such a long time that apparently he lost the ability to make conversation. Great. “Sorry I—” “Relax, Buck. It’s alright.” His shoulders sagged a little at that. “I guess cycling is a hobby, right? I’m not allowed pets at my place and uh… Two sisters, parents live in Nevada.” “Uh great, that- that’s great! I have a sister too, my parents live in Pennsylvania though.” Jason assessed his face for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair with a small sigh. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem much more nervous than before. Is everything alright?” “Uh yeah— yeah, I’m fine, just…” Buck sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, my uh my partner at the 118, he’s been acting kinda weird about us going out. I just… I don’t know, I guess I got a little into my head about it.” A disapproving frown tugged at the patch of skin between Jason’s eyebrows for a moment, before it disappeared with a sigh. “So he’s one of those guys then.” Buck knew what he meant instantly; the type of guys who were just too macho not to feel threatened by even the mere mention of two men dating. Of course, it couldn’t have been further from the truth —  and Buck was quick to make that clear. “N-no, not at all! He’s a good guy, great actually. He’s my best friend.”

3. opposed from the breeding kink fic 🛏️

“You might be right,” he breathed, leaning over Buck and slipping his hands under his thighs for more leverage, “maybe we should just stay here like this forever.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment when he bottomed out again. It wasn’t a plausible or in any way realistic idea, really, but Eddie found that he still wasn’t opposed to the fantasy of it. Especially not when Buck’s warmth enveloped him so perfectly, while he got to watch his chest rise and fall quicker and quicker, listen to his quiet whines and grunts as Eddie sped up his movements until he hit a steady rhythm and smell as fresh sweat broke through the lingering scent of their shared body wash; tea tree and mint. His hair was still damp from their shower and that was one thing they didn’t share; the shampoo — and god, Eddie was grateful that it never became something that he’d lose on the account of getting used to smelling it on himself, so now he could let the fruity and fresh scent of green apple, and something that uniquely belonged to Buck wash over his senses.

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[ekslibris]

another autumn another september another failed attempt to join a club / group activity to meet new people / gain friends, as everybody already comes there with somebody else and nobody is interested in forming new friendships

[carrieway]