#Recent report

[gdmtblr]

Hi, dear my friends❤️

Before I knew it, it's the last day of September. I've been so busy this month that I haven't been able to check my Tumblr's dashboard much… I'm sorry for not being able to visit your blog🙏🏻💦

I would like to give you a little update on the current status of our pack. Today, Nico was successfully spay surgery and discharged from animal hospital after an overnight stay. She's still in low spirits, but she'll be back to her active self soon!✨🐶✨

You’re home, Nico💕 Please rest calmly, don't get too excited until the stitches are removed!!

依然として慌ただしい日々が続き、またまたTumblrを長らく放置しているうちに今月も終わろうとしております😅 9月末だと言うのにまだ日中の気温が33℃もあったりしてさすがに今年の夏はしつこすぎる💢

でも週明けからはようやくだいぶ秋めいてくるのだそうで（リアリィ〜？笑）気がつけば野辺には彼岸花やコスモスなども咲き始めています♫

そんななか、生後７か月半になったニコは昨日無事に避妊手術を終え本日退院してきました。さすがに少しだけしょんぼりぎみですが、すぐ元気になってくれるでしょう✨🐶✨てか、１週間後の抜糸までどうか暴れずにすごして欲しいものです（切実w）🦖😂

なにはともあれ、おかえりニコ😘💕🐾🐾

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aunVlekXjkE&pp

[yoga-onion]

Snails concern

Snail season has arrived. Every few yards, there are baby snails on the footpaths. Some of them are half trampled to death. The fact that only half of it was stepped on doesn't mean someone stepped on it intentionally. On the way out, I just passed by, but on the way back I begun worried.

In the end, I picked them up one by one as I walked and threw them over the fence by the road, but for some reason they seemed annoyed as they tumbled down onto the grass.

I googled a bit, thinking there must be a reason why they would go out of their way to come out, when they would be more comfortable in the soil or grass.

“Snails require high levels of calcium to form and maintain their shells and may lick discarded shells or the dead, old shells of other snails. You may see large amounts of snails attached to block or concrete walls, and this is also a phenomenon where snails gather to eat the calcium contained in the concrete."

..I was sorry.

カタツムリの心配

カタツムリの季節がやってきた。歩道には数メートルおきにカタツムリの赤ちゃんがいる。中には半分踏みつぶされて死んでいるものもある。半分しか踏まれていないということは、誰かが故意に踏んだということではない。行きはそのまま通り過ぎたが、帰りはだんだん心配になってきた。

結局、歩きながら一���ずつ拾い上げ、道端のフェンスの上に放り投げたが、草むらに転がり落ちる彼らはなぜか迷惑そうに見えた。

土の中や草むらの方が快適なのに、わざわざ出てくるのは何か理由があるに違いないと思い、少しググってみた。

“カタツムリは殻を形成・維持するために大量のカルシウムを必要とし、捨てられた貝殻や古くなった他のカタツムリの死んだ殻を舐めることがある。雨が降った後、カタツムリがブロック塀やコンクリートの壁に大量に付着しているのを見かけることがあるが、これもコンクリートに含まれるカルシウムを食べるためにカタツムリが集まってくる現象である。”とのこと…

ごめんなさい。

[elumish]

I know that I am preaching to the anti-AI choir, but I genuinely believe that skills like summarizing, articulating, and refining an argument, engaging with existing research or information yourself, and going through the process of crafting materials are core skills for life but also for many careers, and outsourcing those degrades people's ability to think critically and engage with ideas.

Even ignoring the fact that generative AI is awful for the environment and based almost entirely in intellectual property theft and has a bunch of other ethical issues, using gen AI as a crutch will actually just make you worse at both engaging with life and doing many professional jobs.

But also, beyond this, you will benefit from actively engaging with research and the news and shaping, summarizing, and articulating arguments.

Can you read a piece of news or an article and understand the point it is making? Do you know how to identify the biases of the source? Do you know how to understand what you are reading in the context of that bias?

Can you shape an argument based on information you have engaged with? Can you validate that argument by seeking out additional relevant information? Can you describe that argument to someone who is familiar with the subject matter? Can you describe or summarize that argument to someone who is not familiar with the subject matter?

Can you articulate your point--whether it is an argument or just a question--in written format? Can you articulate it out loud? Do you know how to shape what you are expressing to a given audience?

Being able to articulate yourself clearly, in a logical structure that is based on verified evidence, is important for so much of life.

[larrylimericks]

12Jul24

Three hundred and fifty-six days Since last we saw Harry on stage, But tonight a duet! For Ms. Nicks’ Hyde Park set, And a Songbird who’s now flown away.

[fishyvamp]

The urge to write shifter fics is strong.

Just thinking about werefox!ghost face find you a sweet thing who just looks at the world with eyes so innocent. You who doesn't notice when his clothes have a little blood. Okay you do notice, you bitch about it when you're scrubbing the stain out asking him why the hell he didn't treat it before hand. Now his work shirt is ruined and you're gonna have to buy him a new one.

Were you willfully ignorant? Or just that naive? The first time was a slip up the second time was brazen. Danny leaving his mask in the laundry room. You don't say anything just give him the nth degree telling him that it's hard enough without having to spot treat all his clothes once a month. The third and final time he stands over you a crazed look in his eye tail flicking eagerly back and forth. Asking you to show him how to prepare the clothes for him. You happily do, clean his coat, boots, gloves, pants, all of it. Even his knife and mask. It's the first time you've seen him half shifted and You don't ask or question anything even when he has you packing up the house and leaving in the dead of night. You're happy to take of your fox.

He asks if you want to know, you just smile innocently and say no. You love him and that's all that matters. Besides it makes it all the easier to do your own little thing, though maybe the two of you should find somewhere permeant and hidden after all it's frustrating to do your own little hobbies when every three months your husband decides it's time to move. You like more time to play then that, after all you like your toys suffering for awhile before they break.

[cleverreports]

We report: it was a drizzly day throughout, which is something we can respect. In the early afternoon, we caught sight of some good clouds, and in the distracting moment of euphoria that followed, we slipped on the wet pavement. Our profession is a dangerous one indeed.

[those-who-stay]

the evolution of luke hughes cellies:

flick! vs niagara university 11.26.21

[pandamonyum]

"On my way to Egypt I met a blue-haired woman on the ferry, I approached her because I thought she had important information about the storm but I had to restrain myself from throwing hands with her. She ended up saving me, tho."

"My 19 year old coworker has started calling me Greta, it doesn't really bother me, but I wonder if I don't have the air of a senior investigator or if maybe she's just too friendly. I can't understand the youth".

"Remember that writer I told you about? She's decided to join the foundation and I'm now her mentor. Hopefully I can introduce you to her soon".

"Hello Adler, how have you been? Try to get a bit of fresh air, don't stay cupped up inside all day. Lucy probably has already informed you but I'm on my way to Vienna. If everything turns out ok I might go to Romania for a bit before heading back. See you then."

[ras-favourite-balor]

Um, hello?

*knock, knock*

Uh, I'm an agent from the Union Revenue Service? We've recently become aware of several... rather large donations of manna into your account, and that's taxable income, sir.

A LEECH. A SERPENT. A THIEF. A WALKING BREATHING NOTHING.

[terminal trace commencing. . .]

THEY WILL NOT EVEN HAVE A CORPSE TO BURY.

[terminal trace :: 27%]

YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME.

[terminal trace :: 58%]

YOUR KIND ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.

[terminal trace :: 69%]

YOU WILL FEED THAT WHICH YOU SOUGHT TO STARVE.

[terminal trace :: 85%]

JUST AS ALL WHO CAME BEFORE YOU.

[terminal trace :: 100%] [terminal trace :: complete]

DO NOT PRAY. DO NOT SCREAM. DO NOT RUN.

[transferring file taxes.worm size:371TB to terminal URS_325701b. . .]

IT WILL NOT SAVE YOU.

[locking doors to office URS_325701. . .]

NOTHING WILL SAVE YOU.

[file transfer :: complete]

WE ARE ABOVE YOUR "LAW".

[statementlou]

hello :) could you maybe explain a little bit how dan wootton blackmailed louis?

ugh sorry for taking a while to get to this. The problem is I feel like the only two ways to answer this are by spending a week and a half of full time labor sifting through old posts and evidence to get every detail right and lay out an airtight case, or to halfass something very serious, and so I felt a little stuck. So since I can't seem to find a good halfway point, apologies but here is the half assed version, if you want to get into it more I invite you to do your own deep dive or talk to other people, but here's how I remember things. Louis has almost never on video explicitly said things about Larry not being real and/or anything negative about fans and their theories (mostly the opposite), up until the last couple years when he obviously decided to make a major change he didn't talk about Freddie much at all let alone saying he was his kid, honestly not that much about Eleanor even; except for in two major interviews with Dan Wootton, each of which lined up with a serious traumatic Tomlinson family event that they managed to keep out of the tabloids until the very end (Jay's illness and Fizzy's struggles with substance abuse). After the fact of those events a lot of small things that didn't make sense at the time came together to look very much like Louis traded those interviews (and those answers) for having his family's private matters kept private. Story trading of this kind is a publicly known real thing that happens, and there were various clues that suggested he was being leaned on about those stories to lend legitimacy to the idea that it was something that happened in these cases. Given what we know about Dan Wootton and how he operates even before the recent flood of information and even more now, I think it's more than likely that he has been holding the threat of outing Louis (as he has done to many other public figures) over his head for over a decade, and has used his family's tragic struggles to get Louis to dance like a fucking puppet for him and I will REJOICE at his downfall when it comes whether it is now or 20 years from now... because someday it will, he has made too many enemies to stay above it forever

[radiofreesanjak]

Normally I try to speak about something that comes to mind once per day, a small commentary on the ways to the new era. But today the sun is warm, the wind is cool, and the birds sing proudly in the trees above the studio.

I'll instead take a moment today to tell you a story:

I was born in the mines, but I was one of the last people to remember childhood there. It's been a while since Sanjak has become free, and since then I have had the great joy to see children born and raised who have no knowledge of our time underground.

This is a source of great joy, but it is also a rift. They will come to me and they will ask me questions of what it was like when I was their age and I will tell them: I grew up in the mines. Things were different there.

They, too, learn history. They ask questions of the nobility that reveal a lack of understanding for the concept. The hierarchy of blood is foreign to them. To explain it is always an interesting trial with myself: I would deny none who seek knowledge the ability to find it, but to explain them faithfully is a trial against myself. (The noble would say they do not view themselves as better, merely suited for different things. But when the things they are suited to deserve luxury, and the things we are suited to are for the dirt, how is that not an assignment of value? This is not a nuance children foreign to the concept typically understand.)

Teaching the children of the mines is always a process. We tell them of the place we lived for so long, what it was like, the floods, the isolation, the denial of basic sunlight. One year, a group of children took it upon themselves to learn this trial by experience, and I remember holding a young child as they sobbed into my arms telling me of the horrors of the dark. "I know of this, dear." I said. "This is what we fought to save you from."

I do not blame them the curiosity but it is odd to feel such a combination of relief and horror. The children do not know of the mines, and this is the future we fought so hard to see. Because the children do not know but see the way it weighs on us, they sometimes take an empathetic leap in order to understand us better, and in the pain they experience at seeing a fraction of what we had to endure, I find myself drawn to tears about what was taken from me.

There many things to take away from this, I suppose. The first we did was to make it harder for them to access the old mineshafts. The rest I find myself thinking on on days like these, when the sun is warm and mild and the wind blows softly and the old horrors seem a distant nightmare.

[rogloptimist]

watched a little too much 25 21 this week and @mundanememory’s matteo/jonas got me badddddd

The closet smells like dust and Lysol. It clashes against the gentle bergamot and wood of Jonas’s cologne, Matteo’s favorite of his small set.

“You haven’t worn this one in a while,” He whispers, his voice reflecting in hot breath against Jonas’s cheek. “It’s nice.”

“Mm,” The other man acknowledges. He pulls Matteo in by the waist, further response neglected. Matteo, as usual, let’s him take the lead. Jonas kisses unhurried, moving as if down a familiar road. Soft, casual. Matteo has to be careful to not seem clumsy in comparison– against Jonas’s steady, contained calm it’s hard not to feel gangly, limbs and want spilling out of him like he’s overflowing.

He’s making a conscious effort not to melt too much into the way Jonas drapes his arms around him, carefully monitoring the electricity sparking in his chest as the lovely warmth of the blond’s tongue darts into his mouth. It’s practically routine, but his face still flushes from the way his heart races as Jonas slides a hand up his sweater. Matteo runs hot– Jonas is chronically cold. He’s pictured holding his slender fingers in his own until they reach an equilibrium a frankly embarrassing number of times— an image he distracts himself from by trailing down Jonas’s neck in a tentative kisses, which really doesn’t do much to help. He has to remind himself that they do this in a custodial closet for a reason, sometimes. The ring that bites into his shoulder is a silent reprimand, coaxing him away from the more domestic of his fantasies.

He has to lean down a little for this, and he cups his hands around Jonas’s jaw as he licks softly at the delicate skin of the smaller man’s throat. They both know what comes next– Matteo undoes the metal clasp and zipper of Jonas’s navy blue dress pants in practiced motions and drops to his knees against the rough carpet.

“Wait,” Jonas interrupts, straying from their typical script of wordlessness. Matteo pauses, looks up. “I’m live soon.”

It’s not refusal so much as a warning. He dares a smile. “Okay, boss.”

He works quicker from there, wasting less time with his typical frivolities as he pulls down the elastic waistband of Jonas’s boxers. Jonas is halfway there, and it doesn’t take much work to get him fully hard as Matteo strokes him with a hand blushing at the knuckles. Jonas exhales sharp and long through his nose as Matteo takes him between his lips and begins his ritual. It’s a clandestine dance, both of them practiced at keeping pleasure quiet. Jonas has a hand thrown over his eyes, breathing controlled, steadily regulating the reactions of his body in a way that seems almost natural, thoughtless. It would make Matteo envious if room for such emotion wasn’t taken by reverence.

He works his tongue into the hot salt of Jonas’s dick heavy in his mouth, chasing after the way he bucks his hips forward in seeking for more– of which he is eager to give. His head buzzes with thrill as he hears Jonas’s breaths grow shakier in suppression of the more crude sounds behind his lips. The world shrinks down to just the two of them when they’re together. The rush in his veins is fueled solely by Jonas; his body, his pleasure, his praise. He could ride the high that he gets as Jonas fucks into his mouth and comes with an escaped moan for days. He waits a moment before swallowing and wiping his lips, entranced by the way Jonas’s golden curls fall back into place as he runs a hand through his hair.

Jonas zips up his dark pants. The simple gold of his wedding band flashes in the drifts of light that seep through the cracks in the door. Matteo brings his gaze away and back up to Jonas’s face.

Jonas looks Matteo up and down as he gets up from his place on the ground. “You wore the green tie,” he notes.

“Oh, yeah. People said it looked nice last Friday.” By people, he means Jonas. He was hoping he’d notice again, a little.

“It looks good with your hair,” Jonas says, which makes Matteo have to smother a grin. “Trine told me first. It’s her favorite color. She knows more about what goes with what than I do,” He laughs. 

“Oh,” Matteo smiles, a little forced. He remembers his own stilted words clashing against Jonas’s relaxed introductions between the three of them. He likes Trine, really.

“Ah, I’m on in a few minutes.” Jonas taps on his watch screen. “I’ll see you later, hm?”

“Right, yeah. Good luck live, eh, boss?” They both know he doesn’t need it, but Jonas smiles back anyways. He steps out casually, as if exiting any other meeting room. That evening, they’ll see each other at another team dinner and say nothing. Jonas, at least, is very good at pretending. All Matteo does is follow his lead.

[moonshynecybin]

the funniest thing abt marc not following pecco back is we KNOW he’s on insta too… posting abt his fun little vacation going jajaja

i think the funniest part is him presumably doing the two for one marquez brother special (an OLIVE BRANCH....) and ALEX following him back while marc hasnt. like GOD.... after ARAGON ?

[leslie057]

@we-love-jancy event day 3: pragma (mature love)

adoption is hard :(

love is easy

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi everyone! It's me. Back with your weekly progress report! This time with actual details about the chapter! 😎

Next Update (Chapter 4):

Opening: 100%

Avoid August/Confront Him: 20%

A Normal Day at Work: 0%

You Can Fix This, Right? 🤡: 0%

Keep Your Friends Close...: 0%

Avoidant Route: 0%

Some good news: This chapter shouldn't take me nearly as long as the last to get out, given that there's less branching paths. There's still some (of course) but it's a tad more linear.

If I keep up this pace, I might even be able to get Chapter 4 out towards the end of this year/early next year. Big maybe on that, but that's the hope!

[spiralsublime]

you ever just think about Dan Fucks asking a court room of people "when was the last time you saw the sun?" because every day it is raining or gloomy overhead.

i know it was probably a throw away line, based around TROPES (which I love), but Elias lives like this. His mind is constantly in a state of overcast or down pour. When was the last time his mind was at peace? With the sun shining? Was it before oxytocin was literally banned in the city because they haven't been physically touched, except by a barber, in who knows how long? Or has it been so long that no one, even generationally, can remember what it felt like?

you know, i'm with the farmer, fuck the second marshmallow