#I'm becoming delusional

[normalteas]

just finished the Christmas special and I am screaming, crying, rolling on the floor, sobbing, absolutely distraught, depressed, jumping out of the window from the second floor of my house

[atticussaysquestionablethings]

Movie actor who is bad at English:

"he has a game in which a player has to spin a pointer and get a certain limb on a colourful dot on a white mat-mind"

[polaritydisturbed]

It occurs to me that the reason all three fans had the same favorite episode is (possibly)… because they don’t exist. Of course they agree. They’re manifestations—echoes of a narrative, not real people with different tastes.

[cjgladback]

I went to my first fiber festival this past weekend! Hoosier Hills Fiber Festival; if I'm still in this state come June next year, I'll probably be back and would love to meet anybody else there. Socializing/hanging out/talking to people without feeling like I was obstructing Real Customers was the one thing I missed, though I didn't really get to any of the free lectures so maybe that's where I could've met some people. Since it was an unknown situation with a lot of people and nearly an hour drive each way, I strategized to make sure I'd go:

First day, I signed up for a couple volunteer shifts. Absolutely a recommended strategy.

Got to be helpful!

They happened to have goodie bags, to help me justify the gas and time (I now have a nice tape measure to replace the one that's been vacationing with a missing sewing kit for a couple years and a lasercut wood two-inch gauge window that might help me with consistency versus my suboptimal practice of just trying to knit perfect squares when swatching in pattern)

I got to learn things about the layout and schedule I wouldn't know to ask when answering questions and acting as a gofer -- especially true working two different locations

And of course, some people were pretty much guaranteed to be happy to see me!

Second day, I signed up for a workshop in the morning so I'd be there and able to shop for anything I needed at the end. Ombre yarn dyeing was the class! It's acid dyes, something I'm several years off from wanting to get into enough to commit to dedicated cookware, full pots of dye powder, etc. The room with the workshop was a barn that had plenty of outlets--but they did not represent plenty of breakers. So there weren't quite enough functional heating elements for the class to have sufficiently cooked our yarn before leaving, and I did need to risk a giant stock pot at home for three batches of four jars, almost-simmering in a water bath for thirty minutes each, of the yarn that hadn't proven it was done (all but the two palest greens). I was a little worried the delay/drawn out heat situation would affect the results but if it did it wasn't much; I got pretty much exactly what I was hoping for with my two color gradient and the single is great too!

The single dye gradient is the color Moss, which did some interesting things with the red portion separating out once they were heated. Every skein has redder blotches, so I'm not bothered about any inconsistency -- if anything it'll help my finished product camouflage stains. Though it was definitely a surprise for me and the other Moss user in the class when our first yarn to have exhausted the dye was the complementary color to what it went in as.

The two color gradient used Rhodamine Red on one end, which was one end of one of our instructor's samples where she chose a cool-green for the other end to show how multi-component dyes mix less predictably than most paint. (It was kinda like shading with markers where you can still see washes of the pink and green in what you squint at and call a grey-brown.) The other end was Cantaloupe, which was one of the maybe three colors she didn't have a sample cut of yarn for. But she described it as the flesh of a perfect ripe cantaloupe and obviously I had to see that, and it sounded like it would be fairly guaranteed to combine nicely with the magenta while being just enough around a bend in the color wheel to be interesting--warm orange versus cool pink. As I said, it turned out pretty much exactly as I was picturing. Not anticipated was how much the jars looked like they were full of some delicious dragonfruit-mango beverage. Were I still a barista I'd be trying to recreate this for my shift drink.

Image descriptions under the cut.

[ID: Five images following fourteen small skeins of sock yarn dyed in individual glass jars, in two gradients. One gradient is six skeins from a medium forest green through a pale creamy pink, the other is eight skeins from a vibrant yellow orange through an even more vibrant magenta. The first photo is inside under fluorescent lights, showing the 32oz glass canning jars with metal lids and rings, full of dye and yarn on a table at the end of the class in which they were filled and heated for a short time.

The next two images are animated gifs. The first gif is two frames showing the finished dye jars sitting in grass, with their yarn and with it removed. The green gradient left only transparent blue color in its jars, and most of the pink to orange gradient's water looks more orange without its yarn, aside from the third and fourth jars from the orange end, which shade toward a neon lilac with the peachy pink yarn removed. The second gif is a view of the inside of the bright green wash bucket, with just the pink-orange yarn in it, then all of them mixed up, all as they were after a soak with the rust-brown water, in the first rinse, and that rinse water alone showing its transparent but still brown tint.

The last two photos show the gradients lined up along a weathered wooden bench on the side of a deck. The first photo has the wet piles of yarn bundled in front of each of their respective jars with remaining dye. The final photo has the clean, dry yarn wound into center-pull balls and still vibrant in the direct sunlight. End ID]

[questionable-idea]

Trying to write genuinely compelling and emotionally resonant dialogue and characters unlocks a whole new realm of connecting with them and the story. Writing is fucking amazing and i love it so fucking much (high on a writing frenzy(will crash down in an hour))

[nozomijoestar]

I think I'm finally starting to realize Claudine wasn't just trying to tell Maya to remember her humanity or to open herself to others, to acknowledge Claudine and Claudine's love, about human passion winning over lifeless godhood- Revue of Souls was also saying what good is pride if it can't be shared

[irl-batsignal]

that 3 week old sodas lookin pretty good guys....

[astraechoes]

Like first ending was okay. Yes, a little bit rushed and with a bunch of missing details but okay. But this one…it really fucked

[thats-a-mood-gabriella]

This might just be me living in my delusional era but I'm convinced that Blitz's mouth movements when he's crying in the full moon outfit don't line up with the "you think that just because we're smaller we're unimportant" bit of dialogue in the trailer and that the audio of that line has been edited over that footage but is actually from a different scene.

Bonus tin hattery: that footage is actually where he's saying the "I make everyone's lives worse" line.

[crowinkwriting]

Dragon Age modern AU college town with mage politics, Rook unpacking her trauma, and a Lucanis/Rook/Spite throuple!!!

SOMEONE TAKE MY COMPUTER AWAY!!!!!!

[paperultra]

consume.

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader Word Count: 394 words Warnings: Swearing, sexually suggestive content

It’s Saturday afternoon, and you’re supposed to be taking a nap.

“Sugu –” you let out a pitiful squeak that disappears in the black silk of his hair, “really –”

Suguru hums against your neck. “Just a minute,” he mumbles sweetly.

You’re in bed, all right. Unfortunately, that’s as far as the two of you have gotten to sleeping, as your boyfriend decided not five seconds later to crawl on top of you in an attempt at seduction.

(It’s working.)

“You taste good,” he continues, one large hand caressing your hip while the other flirts up your arm. His tongue laves the juncture of your neck and your jaw, the weight of his body keeping you in place as you squirm. “Way better than a curse.”

“Well, maybe your taste buds are fried,” you force out.

A sharp nip to your skin has your hands flying up to his shoulders. He grins, fox-like in your grasp.

“Mm, I don’t think so. I definitely tasted burnt garlic in your fried rice today.”

Your knees squeeze his waist in warning. “Watch it.”

“Sorry,” he appeases. “It was still good.”

Finally, Suguru lifts his face to nose at your cheek, pressing a kiss there before planting one where it's most needed. You let your eyes flutter shut, thoughts erupting into butterflies and muscles locking in bliss when his teeth scrape your bottom lip.

He seizes the opportunity to lick into your mouth. Suguru groans underneath his breath, and the sound rings in your ears and sends a toe-curling heat straight to your gut.

“Fuck.”

His hands delve underneath your shirt. Your fingers dig into his shoulders.

And then just like that, he stops.

Chest heaving against yours, he draws away, stares down at you with eyes blacker than night as the sun shines in through the curtains.

You stare back, quivering.

He smiles and tilts his head. “Wait,” he says. “You wanted to take a nap, didn’t you?”

You hate the way you crumble.

“If you don’t finish what you started, I’m leaving you,” you breathe.

“As if.”

His reply is so sure, so matter-of-fact, that you’re almost insulted. But then he dives back in and traces patterns along your ribs and whispers your name so reverently that your misgivings quickly dissolve to nothing.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll sleep like the dead after we’re done.”

[quezzzs]

It was another cold night in Detroit and Daniel was out for patrol. Often when he's by himself, he gets lost in his own thoughts of how he ended up here.

After the whole revolution, some deactivated deviants were brought back to life to be given a second chance. Some were too broken and destroyed to be repaired.

Daniel was one of the few unlucky lucky ones.

But sometimes it felt too lonely.

Ever since the rooftop, he's had heavy trust issues towards both human and android. How could he not? His past owners tried to replaced him when he believed to be important to the family. Connor made him believed that he'd leave the premise safe and sound but instead got shot at in the head.

They were all liars.

It was a miracle that Markus was able to convince him to stay at Jericho in the first place, seeing how there are around hundreds of other deviants that are present in the HQ building. Daniel didn't have much of a choice since he couldn't go anywhere else.

North had assigned him one of the areas in Detroit to continue their search of finding deviants in hiding or that are dead. At least with the dead, they can be given a proper memorial.

Daniel didn't want to do this at all.

He just wanted to be left alone.

He then walked by a dilapidated building, standing for a moment to admire how something in such ruin could still stand on its own.

Thud

That's when he heard a loud sound coming from the inside of the house. Despite being wary of it, he decided to check inside in case if there was somebody trapped in there or if he could find biocomponents to bring back.

He found his way into the parking lot and searched to find an opening. He found a big enough hole in the chainlink fence and carefully maneuvered his way through it to get to the front.

The door was barely peaking open but he saw a table, couple of chairs, and other parts of the layout that was hard to discern from the lack of light.

Before he could venture further, someone had gabbed him and turned him around, pinning Daniel against the frame of the door while having a tight hold on him.

"Ralph will not let you hurt him." The other android yelled firmly.

Daniel didn't say anything because he was both confused and irritated.

"Get off of me." He struggled to get away from the crazed android's, whose name was apparently 'Ralph', grasp but he was held tightly. That's when a knife was pressed coldly against his neck, making a sharp inhale for a moment.

"Are you bad?"

Daniel looked at the other deviant with narrowed eyes as he struggled to speak.

"No, but get the fuck off of me."

It took Ralph a moment more to see the flashing red LED on Daniel before he released his grip from him. Daniel was able to catch his breath and rub the spot where the knife was previously held at.

Ralph just stood in front of Daniel as he gripped both his hands onto the knife.

"Ralph is sorry, he thought you were another bad human."

Daniel raised his head up to look at Ralph when he apologized. Though he wasn't convinced, he could clearly tell that the WR600 went through some rough shit too.

"So did I."

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Daniel was upstairs and had been using the mirror to check for any damages that he might've missed, though it took some convincing to be allowed upstairs due to the rotten dead body that was laying in the bathtub.

The older model couldn't give less of a fuck and fixed up what he could. He went back downstairs where Ralph was standing in place, twiddling his thumbs together and twitching slightly. His eyes lit up when he saw Daniel coming back down again.

"Did Ralph hurt you?"

Daniel shook his head as he made it to the floor. He really wanted to leave and forget about bringing Ralph back to Jericho because he clearly isn't ready for too much interaction.

Again, Daniel never gets what he wanted because Ralph was eagerly suggesting for him to sit down on the chair.

"Sit! Sit! Ralph thinks you should sit."

Not wanting the knife to be at his throat again, Daniel listened begrudgingly and sat down. Ralph sets the knife down onto the table and squeals giddily while clapping his hands a little.

"It's been a while since Ralph has had a friend here. What's your name, friend?"

"Daniel." Short answers because how could someone who tried to kill him call him a friend so soon?

Ralph grinned from ear to ear when he heard his name. "Daniel is a nice name. Ralph likes it." Daniel just nods his head slowly as he awkwardly looks back at Ralph, but he doesn't notice that.

"Thanks." Daniel clasps his hands together as he was lost on what else to do while he's being kept here. Luckily for him, Ralph asks a couple of questions.

"Why are you here?"

"Where did you come from?"

"How did you get here?"

"Do you know who-"

Daniel waved his hands at Ralph from the rapid fire questions. "Can you slow down so I can answer?"

Ralph's lips thinned from the sudden pause to his queries. "Ralph is sorry again, he's only curious."

Despite the initial thoughts about the odd individual, Daniel didn't mind all the questions but he wasn't going to answer them all at once.

"It's alright. To return your questions, I was here to find other deviants-"

"SO YOU ARE BAD!" Ralph switched up immediately and grabbed his knife but Daniel swiftly reassured him as calmly as he could.

"No, no, no I'm not gonna take you in." He had a hand raised to Ralph, gesturing to lower down the knife again. "I meant finding other deviants so the group I'm in can help you out."

Ralph was still unsure but he did lower down the knife and allowed Daniel to continued speaking.

"As I was saying, I was sent to find deviants and bring them to New Jericho which is also where I'm from, I got here by foot, and I got in from the hole in the fence outside when I heard a sound coming from here."

Satisfied with the responses, Ralph was able to relax a bit and act relatively fine again. "Ralph can be clumsy sometimes. He bumps into things a lot."

"That's alright, you didn't mean to."

The two androids actually spent countless of time making conversation.

This was a first in a long while where Daniel left comfortable talking to someone else other than himself.

...

It was nice.

...

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Daniel returned back to Jericho around midnight and managed to sneak his was into the building again without disturbing anyone. He had to go up onto the rooftop and sit at the ledge, looking down at the faint lights of Detroit down below.

Funny, he thought that he'd have a fear of heights by now.

As he was at peace with himself, the door from behind had clicked open. He snapped his head around to see who it was but it was only Simon that entered and waved at Daniel.

Daniel only acknowledged him before turning his head back around to the city.

"Hey, Daniel." Simon greeted him but the other just stayed quiet.

Simon sat carefully next to Daniel at the ledge as the two were together in the silence.

The two PL600s never really had a one on one with each other since Simon was always busy helping at medical bay and Daniel always kept to himself so they wouldn't classify each other as friends but rather acquaintances.

"So, you're up pretty late."

"Mhm."

"Why is that?"

"..."

So far, small talk wasn't getting anywhere.

Simon would have to take a different approached to this.

"How was patrol today?"

"Okay."

"Did you find more of our people out there?"

Daniel wanted to tell someone about Ralph, but with how he seemed to be living well by himself, he wanted to keep it a secret.

"No."

Simon knew he was lying from how Daniel's eyes shifted for a moment and his LED went yellow before returning to blue. He didn't comment on it though.

There was another flatline on the talking since there was nothing else to be said or asked.

A few minutes more and Simon got up from where he was sitting at to leave, but before he left he shouted out. "Hey, Daniel?"

Daniel turned his head again to the fellow blond.

"It's was nice talking to you."

Simon had always been sincere with his words and that didn't exclude this time.

Daniel nodded his head and watched as Simon left through the door.

Now he just sits by himself alone.

...

Maybe being alone isn't that bad.

[tirfpikachu]

sometimes you have nothing left to lose and everything to gain so without even choosing to do so you end up being more authentic and shameless than ever before. and when you do things it feels like an actual human being, an actual being completing tasks, and those tasks feel like ghibli movies, they feel like domesticity, and even if you live alone it's like you live with a roommate who is always there for you (yourself, your truest self) and before you know it you're thinking of that being living within you, that being you repressed, as your self, as your body, and you forget the fake mask you thought was yourself for years and years because others liked you better that way.

suddenly, when you care about other people's opinions, you start having standards about which people's opinions you hold onto, and you still find yourself placing your ideas as #1 on your list of priorities, because who else knows you better? who else has lived in your shoes, in your mind? only you have. others are simply making assumptions about what's going on in your mind and in your life. even your beloved spouse or bestest of friends would still not know what you are truly like deep down unless you tell her. only you are there for yourself 24/7, and only you know your entire journey from within!

choose yourself!!! choose yourself above everything else!

choose to put out there who you truly are, warts and all. because there is not a single flaw or trait or quirk in yourself that you would never find endearing and lovable and harmless in someone else. the greatest shame is being a hypocrite and inauthentic to the weird, scrungly, beloved creature you truly are. you are so human. you are so strange yet so normal. you are a breathing, living being. there is nothing wrong with you that you are incapable of welcoming with warm, open arms; chances are, you have already done so with others. you are your own cheerleader, trusted advisor, and closest friend. it's time to have that frenemies to soulmates arc with yourself. see it as a 2025 challenge. stop being the mask, begin simply existing.

[joy-girl]

Not to sound too insane or delusional right now BUT...

I was looking at pictures of Roger and my attention got caught by the jolly roger on his hat.

Specifically on the mustache of his jolly roger, and suddenly I realised that it reminded me of something...

Luffy's twirly eyebrows during the gear 5's transformation!

And that's even more weird because if you think about it, jolly rogers are supposed to represent the captain of a crew, right? Like Whitebeard's jolly roger has exactly the same type of mustache he has, Luffy's one has a straw hat, Shank's one has his three scars and so on...

But Roger doesn't have his mustache curved like that or even of that white/light colour. He has normal (and beautiful) black mustache!

So... Why did Roger choose that kind of jolly roger, when it doesn't represent how he normally looks? 👀

You know what I'm hinting at right? Even without taking into account all the similarities between Luffy and Roger's behaviour...

Also I know that the fruit hasn't been awakened in 800 years, but it can't be a coincidence that the moustache on his jolly roger looks exactly like it would've looked like if he ate the fruit (and then awakened it)... even if we know that nobody between the era of Joyboy from 800 years ago and Luffy in the present has ever awakened the fruit, Oda might have still drawn his jolly roger like that for a reason that is linked to that specific devil fruit...

Or I might be wrong and it doesn't have anything to do with it, but in that case the question still remains... why did he choose a jolly roger that is so different from him?

[k1rj4]

Words cannot describe how gutted I am that he's not a LI 😔 when he first showed up I was so delusional & thought he might have been a gender customizable LI because the sexual tension between him and Tiss was so palatable helpppp 😭

[prince--esque]

Quite funny that Slayer's Fang has eight dots in its scope. Like eight eyes. So it's. It's an attractive and lucky gun. Huh.