#SIDE BLOG REPLACEMENT

[blbambeyond-nonblblog-hyd-mg-bof]

CHANGING OF THE BLOG..

STAR & SKY:

STAR IN MY MIND (Aired April 8, 2022 till May 27, 2022 featuring 8 Episodes)

followed by

SKY IN YOUR HEART (Aired June 3, 2022 till July 22, 2022 also featuring 8 Episodes)

then

STAR & SKY SPECIAL EPISODE (Aired July 29, 2022 featuring 1 Episode with Both Main Couples of Each Show)

I combined gifs I made to make my Header (above) and below was my avatar for this blog

Starring:

Dunk Natachai Boonprasert as Daonuea or Dao

Joong Archen Aydin as Khabkluen or Kluen

Mek Jirakit Thawornwong as Kuafah or Fah

Mark Jiruntanin Trairattanayon as Prince

As This Blog Transitions into my new blog idea and I am just adding the new to the old, I wanted to remember the old. Star & Sky.

[girlwiththegreenhat]

in spite of everything i have never been more convinced that kitt is completely in love with michael actually. the car, he yearns

[dreamlogic]

musing in the tags about the view two years out from my hysterectomy and the shifting nature of neuropathy. i asked my PT for recommendations/resources pertaining to pain science and that's been a very helpful lenses to have. i'm still not back to normal, will never be unmarked by this experience or return to my pre-op self, but my baseline has been gradually increasing over the last few months, and it feels good to look back on the last two years and say "i have no idea how i managed to function while living with that, but i did!"

[status-updates]

[Previously, on Status Updates in The Arc of The Others:]

[Seven rings a bell to gather the others back.]

7: HEY FUDGERS! GET BACK HERE, WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE!

[The Hash and Slime appear from a different room to the right.]

#: Oh, this is gonna be good.

7: There's a man on the outside who wants to get 2 out, and seems likely indifferent to bringing the rest of us along.

?: Ha! Loike that woill evoir woirk- oictually that moight joist woirk.

[The rest re-appear.]

#: How'd the collection go?

6: We saw a grate to the surface.

8: Situlam inveni. [He pulls out a bucket. It seems to have lost its handle, but otherwise in great condition.]

4: I HAVE FOUND... STATUS MATERIAL! [Four pulls out a weird cannister.] Must make more status. CAN make more status! WILL make more status! status. status. status. status.

[Four leaves to his room. Five pulls Two aside to give a tour.]

5: Thi5 room is The Main Hall. It i5 where we convene. To the North are the Metal Land5. They are neat hallway5 where scrap materials and discarded tools can be found. To the 5outh, from where you came, are the Waterworks. Clean drinking water flows through. In both land5, the walls shift each day, when you look away. It is an ever growing maze. To the We5t, is Four's lab. A5 the creator and progenitor of u5, he has claimed much more space. He doe5 not like us intruding. To the Ea5t is where the rest of us reside. We have a room available, if you wish to-

[Seven claps in front of Five.]

7: There 👏 is 👏 a 👏 man 👏 who 👏 will 👏 let 👏 us 👏 out 👏 of 👏 this 👏 hell 👏 hole. 👏

Why. 👏 Do. 👏 You. 👏 Not. 👏 Care??? 👏👏👏

5: You never 5aid who.

2: Statableleus.

5: ...who?

2: hies Largegere

[two-person-job]

Sooooo, how are things with Yoimiyaaa?

herhehrwehrer..

we're doing good!! during my break my mental health was at it's lowest for a while, but honestly selfshipping helped me feel better <33

today I had a poptart that I used the dinosaur sandwich maker on and I thought "yoimiya would like this.." (I did too bAHAHAH)

she misses u btw

[danothan]

every time someone with a barry or hal icon interacts with my acc, i gain a healing point just by seeing it in my notifs. i think this means i have to change my icon, but…. jayce :(((

maybe i’ll redraw that one barry burger panel bc idk how i never realized it’s exactly like my jayce one already

agh but jayce matches the clark icon on my art blog with the expressions + mid-chew

same images but at what cost

[angelsdelight]

thinking abt my WIFEEEE me and bestie played pretend earlier and now i cant stop thinking abt her and cass ...... the matching cosmetics that live in our minds are sooo good you don't even understand.

[sojutrait]

democracy

[robotwrangler]

Does anyone have any experience getting CRT televisions repaired? Like, how easy or hard it might be to find someone willing to do it & how expensive it might be?

[madeinjapan-thailand-blbambeyond]

MADE IN THAILAND

OCHIRIS SUWANACHEEP

[Nickname: AUNGPAO]

TRAI NIMTAWAT

[Nickname: NEO]

[0v3rachi3v3r]

bpd sucks

when i first went from tumblr to twitter circa 2018 i followed a few folks from tumblr on twitter bc they were friends and i had no idea where to start

since then, shit went down and there were ppl i just. could not absolutely stand to see bc they reminded me of the bad times(tm). 

unfollowed/blocked on twitter made my life so much better

then twitter shit happened so i came back and lo n behold holy moly yikers i forgot they existed on this site too...

and just bc of that my day (at least the next few hours) has been ruined bc i have such heightened emotions and negative feels

like yea blocked the one account i never hope to see, unfollowed the main acct bc even looking at it is :///

hhhhhhhhhh life is difficult with bpd bc literal emotions from 3 years ago will come back and hit you like a truck the same way it did years ago with the same intensity

[shadowyspectre]

Macaque first notices that the blood slipping down the king's head is darker than it should be. But as he watches, he finds that it's not blood. The dark crust around it splits as it moves slowly down, revealing the glowing orange beneath it. Upon reaching the simian's chin, it drips onto the grass. His ears pick up the hiss as the grass beneath it dies, smoke billowing up from the contact.

Wukong slowly lifts a hand, wiping some of the blood from his face with a thumb. He inspects it for a moment, testing the viscosity. But the hardening lump is soon flicked onto the ground.

Macaque finds himself swallowing, fingers twitching with the urge to summon another cudgel. His gaze flits from the grass to the other. A question hangs on his tongue, and yet he hesitates. Does he really want to know? Is this something he wants to dip his feet into? He came here for revenge, yet the literal lava pooling from the wound he inflicted sends a pool of dread into his stomach. This might be too big for him. Concern twists inside him, but he snuffs it out as if it was only a candle. He is not concerned for Sun Wukong. No, he is worried about the hazards of harming the king. If he spills his blood, he will end up burned just like that damned grass. 

But that question comes again, haunting him.

Molten gold eyes settle on him, a bored look passing over the king's face. "Go on then. I know you're dying to ask." Stone grinds against stone as the king speaks, almost as if the effort alone crumbles something inside his throat. 

Macaque thins his lips, staring at the other as his fingers twitch again. This earns him a scoff and the sound of more crumbling stones.

"Speak up or keep fighting. My patience is thin, Macaque."

When the king takes a step forward, the shadow finds himself blurting out the question. He does not want to know if the golden-simian's touch burns. "What the hell happened to you?"

This gives Wukong pause, and his head tilts to the side. After a moment, a booming laugh rumbles from his throat. He presses a hand to his stomach, doubling over as if the shadow merely told a good joke. As the king laughs, Macaque's tail swished with mild irritation. Once the other stops, wiping his eyes he watches the king straighten his spine.

"Oh, Liu'er." His fur bristles at the coo of his name, and he retreats a couple steps. "While it's sweet you care, I must say you have other things to worry about."

"Like what?" he hisses.

"Hm," dark claws tap idly at a bottom lip. "Like getting off my mountain alive. You've trespassed, touched what was mine, and attacked me. Not looking too good for you."

The king narrows his eyes, slowly lowering his hand as he stares at the dark-furred simian. "Soo, I do believe you should start moving. Unless you want to make this easy for me."

[wings-of-flying]

NO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BELOVED SEARCH SYSTEM!!!! AHAHAHHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHH THIS IS AWFUL I HATE IT! WHERE ARE MY FAVOURITE TAGS? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, SEARCH THEM UP MYSELF? LIKE AN ANIMAL?

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

Can a bitch catch a fucking break??? Ideally not a fucking psychotic break but at this point I will take whatever I can get that isn't:

Bed bugs

Car totaled and insurance dragging their feet on paying for repairs because there's no loophole to get out of paying.

Pipes in the house fucked so bad the house floods whenever we do a load of laundry or try to shower for more than 2 minutes.

Bed bugs. That cannot be dealt with until we have a car to haul trash and take us to the laundromat.

Rapidly dissolving social circle that I know is on me, but nobody will tell me what I did so I can fucking fix it or at least fucking apologize.

Psychiatrist fucking me off three weeks in a row

Renfaire season, meaning highkey dread when we do get the car back because mom will be driving alone twice a week through elk country and my brain really likes replaying our car wreck around this time of year. In vivid detail.

Did I mention bed bugs? With a lifetime visceral fear of bugs under my skin, making parasites kind of my biggest fear? In a house where nobody seems to be taking the infestation seriously? Where I cannot even take a fucking shower?????

Stressed to the point of not being able to eat. Again. Only there's no medication to blame this time, it's just me.

Someone trying to break into the house again last night. It's been a couple years since the last one, and we live in a part of town where it used to be a twice a year minimum occurrence. Sure. Yeah. This might as well happen.

Tumblr continuing to fuck me around on a payment they've owed me since mid November. $14 is not a lot until it's triple what your unemployed ass has in the bank.

The 5th night in two weeks I've dreamed about being stuck in an active shooter situation on a college campus, making a half-assed attempt at hiding that ultimately and unsurprisingly fails, and the only two feelings I have before waking up after having a gun leveled at me are the "ah I'm about to die" adrenaline rush, and bone-deep relief. I don't dream at all, typically.

All during the one time of year I hate more than my birthday. And considering I tried to walk into traffic because of my birthday last year, it says something that Valentine's has held 1st place.

Christ on fucking fire I'm tired.

[junonreactor]

yaay

[youll-ruin-the-flowers]

my unique ability to reblog to the wrong fucking blog