#I'm not gonna bank on it though
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janglingargot 4 months ago
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The night after everything goes down, when the dust has settled and it's time for everyone with a home to go back to it for some hard-earned rest...Chai ends up sleeping on the couch in the hideout.
With permission, of course! It's not like he snuck in or something. Anyway, he could have found somewhere else to sleep, if he had to. Y'know, if Peppermint hadn't offered. He's a grown adult, not a stray cat, even if it does feel like he has nine lives sometimes. He can take care of himself. (Mostly.)
It's just that, after Roxanne and Korsica and Macaron and CNMN have said their goodnights and exchanged one more round of hugs and left for their own respective apartments and houses on the Vandelay campus, Peppermint catches him a little off-guard. It's not really fair. He's distracted, kneeling down to give 808 a scratch behind the ears, when she turns to him, one hand on her hip, and asks him point-blank, "Sooo, do you actually have anywhere to crash tonight, or...?"
Chai hadn't expected her to just...throw it out there like that. Also, no, he does not, exactly, have such a place. At the moment. Strictly speaking.
(Look, he got himself as far as the Vandelay campus to volunteer for Project Armstrong--and geez, doesn't that feel like it happened a year ago?--but his plans for the future kinda had a big "???" penciled in for the part between "get a kickass robot arm" and "become a rockstar".)
And when he opens his mouth, then hesitates before answering...when he glances uncertainly sideways, as if hoping to spot a convincing lie scribbled on the wall...Peppermint's brows snap together, and she immediately says, "You can have the couch, for tonight. At the hideout. If you want."
He must look surprised or something, because she lets out a self-conscious huff and says, "What? I'm not gonna make the new Project Armstrong ambassador sleep on a bench in the park. That's terrible PR."
She's not looking at him, but 808's eyes have lit up. The robot cat bounds up Chai's outstretched arm to perch on his shoulder, and gives his cheek an approving lick.
Well, there's a vote of confidence if he ever got one. Chai isn't the fastest on the uptake, but he's figured out a few things in the last couple of days. "Thanks, Peppermint," he tells her, smiling, and stands and dusts off his knees, careful not to dislodge the kitty. "I'd like that. Uh, the couch, I mean, not the park...bench...thing."
Peppermint immediately makes a face. "Whatever, it's no big deal," she mutters. Nudging him on the shoulder with her knuckles, she adds flatly, "I'm kicking you out if you snore, though."
"Joke's on you, I'm too tired to snore," he shoots back, well aware that this is as close as Peppermint ever gets to admitting she cares. Whatever, he'll take it.
She rolls her eyes at him. "I'm almost positive that's not how it works, Chai..." But she's already headed for the door, and he's getting into the habit of following her lead. It seems to be working out pretty well for him, so far.
They end up hiking to the nearest elevator together, and pointing their weary feet toward a L.I.F.T. station with a line headed in approximately the right direction. 808 rides gamely along on Chai's shoulder, gently switching her tail.
Time for all three of them to go home.
(AO3 link for the rest)
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savage-rhi 5 days ago
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#i've had many people ask me in the DMs what could be done to help me out given the orange menace is coming back into power#the best things for me right now (I can't speak to others) is this: 1. Keep supporting my creative endeavors#no matter how little I might post or interact. Please hype me up. I need community. I need spirit to survive.#2. Help me find resources that will help myself and others. Food banks. Community meets. Passports. Finances. Mental health etc.#these are important and I don't want others feeling like sitting ducks. Even though I'm scared I want to be a solution to the problem.#I am going to be a helper in this mess cause that's who I am and I need ammo in this capacity#3. Donate so I can up my ration storage. I've been collecting food water and nonperishables and I'm trying to stock up on medication#and other basic necessities. I'm collecting as if I'm preparing to be homeless again and if I am over capacity I'm giving rations to others#I've had to make peace with the fact I can't run away. I can't move to another country as I'm broke and poor like the rest of my loved ones#4. If you have friends who are disabled or a minority or lgbtq etc. do what you can to protect them and show them that you love them#and build community#5. Share my work and that of others. Who knows if we're gonna have sites like AO3 in the future or even access to tumblr.#this is all I can think of at the moment and again I can't speak for others this is what comes to mind for myself#And I admit I'm coming from a place of the worst case scenarios#because in my mind if I imagine I'm dead or homeless etc. and work my way backward to the next worst thing before that it unravels my fear#and it gives me back my power in the situation by sitting with those fears and giving them time to speak#because in my mind if I'm already dead if I'm already homeless or at war etc. etc. then its already happened and what else is there to fear#if I've been through everything already in mind?#I'm hoping that the worst case scenarios don't transpire but I can't ignore the fact many of them could and probably will happen#in some capacity but I can control the actions I take through prep and facing these fears one by one#and most importantly sticking to routine by making sure im healthy to help people#anyway this is why ive been quiet for a while besides for spending time with friends and loved ones recently to get over what happened#im going to keep going to my classes keep helping people through my jobs try to be creative when I have spoons and little by little#make sure I have enough of what I need to get through the storm and outlive the bastards in power#I'm not sure what sort of pink variant to assign this to but its along the magenta spectrum#love you guys#we'll get through this
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purgaytorysupremacy 22 days ago
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off to play baldur's gate 3 to get some words of affirmation from my wizard boyfriend
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kotoal1011 3 months ago
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WIFEY. WIFEY ARRIVED TODAY
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I CAN FINALLY SQUEEZE THE T1 SCRUNKLY
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AAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY LOOK AT THEM BOTH THEY'RE SO CUTE
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jiaranace 2 years ago
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I finished the season like 2 seconds ago and just wanted to get this out before I even look at what anyone else is saying.
There was honestly quite a bit that disappointed me about this season, but one major complaint about the Jiara of it all, is that despite being told by reviewers and in interviews that Kiara was going to fight for her man, she didn't really. They had like two "conversations" after getting back to the obx where he said they can't be together and she says she cares, and then that's that.
I wanted Kiara to tell him that he deserves happiness, and security, and love. I wanted her to say screw who my parents and society thinks I should be, and who I should be with, I choose YOU.
I wanted them to make an effort to work in an environment where it wasn't easy. But instead, they drifted apart and JJ struggled to communicate in the OBX, and then they didn't make that next step until they were back on the run, living out their surf trip lifestyle. We knew they worked in that sort of environment already. I wanted them to fight to work in circumstances that didn't come so easy to them, is all I'm saying.
Instead they had one quick kiss/admitting feelings scene, where they weren't even alone, barely a scene after (nothing of substance) and then the season ended with a YEAR AND A HALF TIME JUMP?
We got canon jiara but honestly at what cost lmao
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the-rogue-mockingjay 1 year ago
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babygirl's apartment is now almost completely decorated!!! Just needs a couple lamps, a couple little tables, an orchestrion, and a few plants and boom, mission accomplished!! Oh and a couple more designs for the blank walls flkjghlfdjkgh but we'll get there :)
A million thank-yous to @coldshrugs for coming up with the base design and helping me figure out how tf to do this housing thing! 鉂わ笍鉂わ笍鉂わ笍
Bonus close-up of Puck under the cut because he's such a funny little gremlin and I love him:
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he's lion king-ing that little rock lmao
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nettlestingsoup 2 years ago
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my voice is going to take several days to recover from musicbank i think. that is actually not stray kids' fault, but mamamoo's and enhypen's. i lost the upper range of my voice LONG before stray kids came on.
also i have an nmixx bias now.
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autistic-shaiapouf 9 months ago
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Realizing I just want enough money to be able to pretend I'm rich for a few days and that's really it
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solardee 11 months ago
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Guess who finally got some quotes for a roof replacement and bathroom plumbing!!
Gonna be about 10 grand all together which, yes sucks a bit but is far better than I was expecting! I will have two whole functioning bathrooms in this house for the first time since I bought it finally c:
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popsicle-stick 2 years ago
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I'm sorry to hear about all those troubles :( including PayPal fuckery screwing you up. Does it mean that if we comission you then PayPal won't let you get money?
WELL.....here's a tale. i was on the phone to my bank yesterday and was about to phone paypal (again) when i checked my paypal and everything had genuinely........solved itself within like an hour since i'd last checked it? no explanation no nothing but idc at least it works!!
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mxbitters 2 years ago
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not to brag but i鈥檓 totally gonna be working a rob zombie show <3
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bloggrgirl 2 months ago
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after my finance internship hbo industry is lowkey triggering as fuck
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gentlethorns 7 months ago
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sigh. the weather is absolutely kicking my ass AND i am vitamin d deficient again so i am EXHAUSTED. getting my 2k words in is gonna be a bitch
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esyra 1 year ago
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After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.
Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.
Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.
By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.
When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.
Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.
Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky鈥攕he hasn't seen the clouds for a while.
Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive鈥擨'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.
For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.
Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.
That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years鈥攇et used to it!
So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.
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People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.
Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."
They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.
Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.
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espytalks 8 months ago
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i missed the eclipse :(
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sheshallfromtimetotime 9 months ago
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Uggggghhhhh
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