#Not a lot of exciting stuff happening today

[whoiwanttoday]

So it turns out Maika Monroe was at the Governors Awards and this is a good thing. It's nice to see her at stuff but in general getting recognition because I think she's a really good actress. Really good in a way that might be hard to parse for people who have only seen her in one thing because it isn't always clear how much of a role someone is playing in just one thing. Anyway, I think she's great and she was on my mind because my friend @wildflagsure watched Longlegs last week and I was excited for her take because somehow one of the best horror movies of the year became very divisive right after coming out. Largely a debate on if it is scary or not (and thus is it a horror movie or not). Horror is the one genre that deals with this, no one ever declared Pauly Shore movies to not be comedies because they didn't find them funny but horror gets this from all sides as people who don't like horror are desperate to tell you why a horror movie they liked and think is good isn't horror because they don't like horror and then you have the horror hounds who will declare things not scary and thus not horror when they have watched 100 horror movies a year for a quarter century and thus find nothing scary anymore. My favorite comment I saw on Longlegs was, "It's not a horror movie because it never even tries to be scary. You just feel dread the entire movie waiting for something to happen". Ah yes, intense dread… not a horror movie. Anyway, I was worried I might not be able to respect @wildflagsure anymore because she already has some pretty problematic takes on beans (she calls them yuck nuggets and satanic mush pellets which feels very performative because it's way more letters than beans but English isn't her first language so maybe it's just a bad translation. Either way she's wrong, legumes of all shapes and sizes are versatile, healthy, and tasty and really can add a lot to many dishes. They are kind of wonder foods). But she liked Longlegs. Also told me it wasn't really scary but I am going to call her out because she had to stop in the middle for a day because it was stressing her out so… seems like bullshit on the scary front. She also showed it to a friend who liked it. Anyway, it has me eager to rewatch it, though I am waiting for my 4K version to arrive. All of this to say I am glad to see Maika Monroe and wish her all the best in her career (that It Follows sequel is still rumored). Today I want to fuck Maika Monroe.

[pushing500]

The gang at Arwell continue to pull their weight while staying at a comfortable distance.

Mechi doesn't let his studying get interrupted by things that are definitely not bad omens.

He studied so much that he figured out how to switch off the twisted obelisk! However, we don't have enough archotech shards to do it, so it can stay put for now. That's fine. It doesn't hurt anyone so long as we keep it suppressed. Plus, it's a kind of cool, edgy decoration—if we're lucky, it might even scare visitors (ugh) away!

We finish with Mechi being easily swindled by small children with sob stories about their younger siblings. Again.

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[m00ngbin]

HEY HI GUESS WHAT

TFS CHAPTER 20!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? HALFWAY THROUGH IT THATS CRAZY. Tfs my beloved :3

See that cat? That cat is me RIGHT NOW

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[fictionadventurer]

The more I learn about Civil War politics, the more I'm convinced that Lincoln's most impressive and useful leadership trait was that he never let his pride get in the way of doing his job.

Other people in Lincoln's position would have come to Washington with something to prove. They'd have resented the insults and tried to disprove them. They'd have tried to seize power and credit, rejected help, spent a lot of time trying to reach a certain level of respect.

Lincoln's response to, "You're just a backwoods lawyer with no executive experience who makes too many dumb jokes," was pretty much always, "Yeah. And?" He had no interest in petty personal power plays. He had a country to run. There was a war on. It didn't matter what people thought of him so long as the job got done.

He was aware of his personal shortcomings and was always willing to accept advice and help from people who had more knowledge and experience in certain areas. He presided over a chaotic Cabinet full of abrasive personalities who thought they were better and smarter than him, but he kept working with them because they could get the job done. For example: Stanton was absolutely horrible to him when they were both working as lawyers. Just incredibly mean on a personal level. But when Lincoln needed someone to replace Cameron, he swallowed his pride and appointed Stanton as Secretary of War, where Stanton proceeded to be mean to everyone in the world, but he whipped that department into shape and kept it running efficiently through a very chaotic war. Pretty much no one except Lincoln would have been able to put up with that. He could put up with people who were personally difficult if they could do the job he needed them to do--which he was only able to do because his own ego didn't get in the way.

Lincoln's example is a prime demonstration of how humility isn't underrating yourself--it's being so secure in your own abilities and identity that you don't need to attack anyone or defend yourself to prove your worth. He knew his shortcomings, but he also knew his strengths. He was willing to give other people credit for successes and take blame upon himself for failures if it kept things running smoothly. He was secure enough in his own power that he could deal generously--but firmly--with people who tried to undermine him. In a city full of huge egos, in a profession that rewards puffed-up pride, that levelheaded humility is an extremely rare trait--which is what made it so impressive and effective.

[stunie]

it looks like i’ve fallen in love with myself out of all the characters so far (???!!!!! : o)

[transfagmenace]

I LOVE YOU TESTOSTERONE I LOVE YOU BODY HAIR I LOVE YOU WEIGHT GAIN I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

[raiiny-bay]

lil headshots of the boys bc i miss them

[brittlebutch]

on an extremely technical level i’m getting paid to think about autistic lesbian sex right now. huge win for autistic lesbians.

[cursedwerewolf]

daily affirmations: i love when there's more than one stressful thing going on in my life, i'm so good at handling long to-do lists where every item gives me anxiety and i'm super well-adjusted and can deal with unexpected things happening without any issues

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

Hi, hi I have done one of these in a while. Sorry. I just felt like I haven't had much to talk about, or I've been busy with the Farmer's Market. But here we go!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

@astutesnow'gf has been here since the 6th. At first she was going to stay until the 12th (I thought), then I guess she told her mom the 17th so, yeah. No worries. I love having her her. Too bad our house is too small for it to be permanent. (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

I have started to do food blogging on on my Instagram! I've done two posts already, here, and here. Check them out if you'd like.“ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Business has been slowwww. Only one project last week. Not good.Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

My vegetable plants are looking good! Hopefully the veggies will be great!(❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

The kittehs are all doing well. Reggie out there catching rodents, thanks to our terrible neighbor. And Leeloo will already be a year old next month!₍˄ุ.͡˳̫.˄ุ₎ฅ˒˒

I fear it's going to be an interesting Father's day tomorrow what with two trans girls in attendance at a very misogynistic & homophobic man's house. I guess we'll see what happens. Oh, not to mention the terrible meal plan of: grocery store oven baked chicken, mom's Miracle Whip macaroni salad, possibly burnt air fried tator tots, & old, out of the freezer brownies with plain vanilla ice cream. Whoooo...(ᅌᴗᅌ* )

[mayonnaise-sock]

You ever get recommended to watch something and it’s just not really as good as you hoped

[robyn-goodfellowe]

HI TUMBLR HOW ARE WE DOING? are the vibes chill!!!

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 210

Adjective: Scarce

Noun: Miracle

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Scarce: (especially of food, money, or some other resource) insufficient for the demand; occurring in small numbers or quantities, or rare

Miracle: a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency; a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences; an amazing product or achievement, or an outstanding example of something

[taketheringtolohac]

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