#Slow and steady progress

[enii]

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[c-official]

Tierlist part 6: Brainfuck

Eso lang time! Brain fuck is one of the more known eso langs but has a weird reputation for being cursed. I find it quite cool as such a simple construction of a language can lead to Turing-completeness. The main problem is that the smaller language nanofuck has been discovered. But it is still a solid A tier until picofuck is discovered.

Part 5

[obsidianquill]

"It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop." – Confucius

[spittyfishy]

Same (ish) scene four years later lol

[mamawasatesttube]

an excerpt of ch2 of core four space adventures, so that we can all point and laugh at tim for being a simp <3

“Bart ‘n’ Cass are on their way back,” Kon reports, carefully applying some curl cream in front of the mirror. He hasn’t bothered pulling on a shirt yet, just some burgundy jeans that hug his legs sinfully tightly—Tim would never admit it aloud, but if he’s ever been jealous of the TTK, it’s because Kon can pull on skinny jeans after a hot shower so easily.

“Oh, good,” Tim says. “I’m kinda hungry.”

After a moment, he drags his gaze back up to Kon’s face. It’s no easy feat, because Kon’s legs are right there, and his ass, not to mention the curve of his chest in the mirror, or his toned arms, or the muscles of his back, or… well, he could keep going, but the point is, there’s a lot to appreciate.

Then again, Kon’s face is gorgeous and also very kissable, so it’s good to stare at, too. Mm… he kissed Kon thoroughly in the shower, but he could stand to kiss him more. It’s been a while since they’ve had the time and privacy to even just make out, and Tim’s floating on a cloud of bliss right now.

Kon catches his eye in the mirror and raises an eyebrow, devastatingly smug. “Again already, Robbie? I thought I wrung you out pretty good just now.”

Tim huffs. “Just ‘cuz I’m not looking to buy right now doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the merchandise.”

Kon laughs, running his fingers through his hair one last time. The ring on his finger glints as it catches the morning light. He turns from the mirror to catch Tim’s wrist, leans in, and brushes a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, then lets him go to finally grab a shirt from his duffel bag. “If you’re too hungry, I got some granola bars in here.”

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks, though.” Tim shamelessly watches the muscles in Kon’s back flex as he pulls on his shirt. “If they’re gonna be back soon, we may as well all eat together.”

“Aww. Softie.”

[landinrris]

Football AU snippet in which Carlos asks about Lando's willingness to participate in a friends and family football match for charity. (Very much inspired by Lando's PlayStation match)

Lando’s busy unloading a few vases from the kiln when he hears the back door to his studio unit open. He slides one of the vases onto a shelf and glances down at his watch to see that it’s around 5:30. Probably Carlos then.

He finishes unloading the vases onto the nearby shelf before he picks up a couple and walks back out into his main workshop area. Sure enough, Carlos is there in a pair of joggers and a hoodie sitting on the stool in front of Lando’s painting and glazing workbench. He’s busy inspecting the centerpiece bowl Lando had been painting intricate designs on earlier.

“What’re you doing here?” Lando asks, walking the two vases in his hands over to the table where Carlos is. He places them down to the side before making his way to Carlos and sitting on his leg. He loops his arms around Carlos’ shoulders and leans forward to kiss him.

Carlos grins against his lips and winds his arms around Lando’s waist to tug him closer. He smells like the shampoo and soap from the club's shower stalls and not at all like he’d been working out all afternoon.

“I figured you were still here, and I wanted to see what you were up to.”

“Mmm, just finishing up unloading some things, and then I was gonna head home. But now that you’re here, guess I don’t have to take the tube.”

“That is the only reason?”

Lando scratches absentmindedly at the nape of Carlos’ neck and smiles back. “Yeah, the only reason, clearly.”

Carlos pinches Lando’s ass, and Lando very resolutely does not react to it.

“This piece is beautiful. Is it for anyone specifically?” Carlos asks, nodding towards the bowl. Lando’s done pieces like this in the past, but not this specific kind of ornate pattern.

He’d wanted to try something new, something that inspired him about the way Carlos had been playing these last few months at his new team. He thinks the swirling red and black lines get at that magical way Carlos moves across the field-- that he captured it pretty well. He doesn’t tell Carlos as much now, not yet sure what he wants to do with the piece once it’s finished.

“Haven’t decided yet. I’m glad you like it though. Maybe I’ll keep it for us.”

Carlos squeezes his arms tighter and presses another kiss to Lando’s lips. Lando melts into it, never one to not take Carlos’ kisses when offered. It’s not quite late enough that Lando’s confident they’re truly alone or else he might let himself escalate things.

“There was something else I wanted to ask you,” Carlos eventually says, his thumb moving back and forth beneath Lando’s hoodie and against his skin.

Lando pulls his head back to a more respectable distance so that he can look at Carlos for whatever he needs to say. “What’s up?”

“The team is having a family and friends friendly match in two weeks for charity. I think I mentioned it last week briefly.”

Lando nods. Carlos had mentioned it in passing in the context of Lando donating a few pieces. They'd decided on a few mugs and vases for the online charity auction.

“They were trying to get a headcount of who planned to have a family member or friend to sign up. They are beginning to draw up the rosters. I told them that I would have to ask, but you might be interested?”

Lando chokes on a laugh. “Me? When have I ever been known to play football more than to help you train every so often?”

“Exactly. You will know more than half of the people who will come to play. And there will be a coaching session before any matches are played. Think of the children, Lando. You will do so much for them.”

“Am I not already doing enough?” Lando teases. He rolls the idea around in his mind and thinks about being the one on the field looking up to see Carlos in the stands. What it might feel like. To get a taste of what Carlos experiences every week. The thought admittedly thrills him.

“And who exactly are they getting to play?”

“They are putting together a mixed team. Some of the guys’ girlfriends and wives have agreed to play. A few of their friends. I convinced Teto to come play, and you would be a person as well.”

“Be your wag representative?”

“I do not think you are a wife or a girlfriend the last time I checked.”

“Oh sorry, sorry, your hab representative then.”

“Yes, much better. I cannot make any promises you will be on the same team as Teto though.”

Lando can’t help but groan. He might be allegedly better than half of the people coming to play, but he’ll not be better than Teto of all people. “Play the marginalized card.”

“Lando, I cannot do that.” He drops his face down onto Lando’s shoulder and huffs out a laugh. Lando holds him close and lets the giggles consume him as well, ever the one to feed off of Carlos’.

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it. Let you be the one cheering me on for once. Just tell Teto to go easy on me if we’re not on the same team.”

Carlos lifts his face from Lando’s shoulder and looks at him with a serious expression. “Of course. I cannot tell you how excited I am to be the one watching. I know you will be brilliant.”

Lando swallows and scratches a hand around Carlos’ neck and up to his cheek. He searches for something to say, but nothing comes to his mind. Nothing to do the swirling thoughts and emotions in his mind justice. All he can figure to do is smile and swipe his thumb back and forth over Carlos’ cheek.

Eventually, Lando sighs. “This is gonna be some kind of roleplay kink for you, isn’t it?”

The laugh Carlos barks out is perfect. “Oh, do not think this hasn’t crossed my mind, don’t worry. Maybe after the match though. We need you in peak condition.”

Lando scoffs. “Figures. Okay, let me finish unloading the kiln and then we can go? Maybe we can do something that’s not one of your meal preps for dinner.”

Carlos clenches his hands against Lando’s hips and back and smiles. “Sounds perfect.”

[m0tiv8me]

Brick by brick! 🧱

[serenityquest]

[yukipri]

Fyi, TBB fans who play SWGOH

[shaykai]

Durgetash doodle based off of a fic I’m writing

[unstationarywagon]

Finally added my name tag patch! It was my first time stitching in Xs and I love how it looks

[blackjackkent]

The fight to save Volo went pretty smoothly. Lae'zel, because she has the best movement speed and action surge, got put on Volo-rescuing duty; one freed from his binds he (just like last time) ran straight through the fire instead of around it, because he is an idiot.

I do love that this whole mess takes place directly in front of the Steel Watch foundry, and that ostensible peace-keeping force does not do a damn thing to intervene. (Just as well, because I don't want their help, but still.)

JK, once the fight was over, I got slapped with this cutscene:

Narrator: Caught in the act of killing. A fight is unavoidable now.

So then we had to fight two Steel Watchers before we could go talk to Volo. This actually seems tremendously unfair, Rakha didn't even pick this fight! The dead guys started it! \o/

The fight doesn't go as bad as it could have; however, this is Rakha's first attempt at fighting Steel Watch and it definitely reinforces the idea that they need to deal with the Foundry before trying to take on Gortash directly.

Volo, at least, seems properly grateful for all the trouble they've gone to to rescue him.

"Gods. I really thought I was done for. I suppose thanks are in order - again."

"What's an heroic story without a little risking of one's neck, eh? And you know what they say - the bigger the story, the more people want to kill you for it! You of all people will... ha... know what I mean..."

"..."

"I'll, er... tell you what I know. But not here. Too many eyes, ears, and weapons about. Meet me at your camp."

Rakha may not care much about Volo - but she does like information. So we'll head back to camp to see what he has to say.

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There's also, right near where you talk to Volo, a rather upsetting little drama unfolding:

Husband: "We only have enough for three! We sold everything!" Captain: "Slipping through the Absolute blockade is risky business. Everybody pays." Wife: "Captain, we have two children. You can't make us split up the family." Captain: "The crew and I are risking our lives. We're not doing this for charity." Husband: "Honey, you go with the girls. I'll find another way to Waterdeep." Wife: "What? No! We can't go without you!" Husband: "It's the only solution. Trust me. I'll catch up to you." Wife: "You'd better! You'd better catch up to us!" Husband: "All right, captain. Just these three."

I like to think that, as Rakha gets further into life without the beast Urge, the strange moments of guileless kindness that she is capable of begin to take a little better root. Up til this point, this has mostly manifested in gifts and moments of generosity to her companions, but she overhears this conversation and broods over it for a little while.

She has very little use for or interest in money, and the solution to this problem is so self-evident and direct that it appeals in some fashion, perhaps, to her own incredibly direct nature.

The line in-game is "Excuse the interruption, Captain, but can I pay for the father's berth?" But I think Rakha doesn't even say anything. She just lumbers into the conversation, standing in the space at angles to both the father and the captain, and waits for them to notice her. The man looks alarmed, the captain puzzled - and then even MORE puzzled when Rakha hands her a handful of coin wordlessly.

Then she squints, counts it, and then glances at the man with a suddenly amicable grin.

"Pleasure doing business with you, saer. Frankly I did hate to see the family split up like that."

The father, bewildered, tries desperately to thank her, but Rakha just turns and walks away.

Wyll, too, is pleased. "That was kind of you," he tells her later.

She just shrugs. She does not tend to see her moments of kindness as anything special compared to the mountain of dark she carries behind her. But she is, perhaps, quietly glad to know it worked out.

[cluepoke-archive]

I think it's time !!! To show some of the progress I have made on Punch and Buggy: my lovely lovely Jack in the Box puppet(s?)!!!

[padfootagain]

Can you tell us about Hozier's personality in the uni AU? What kind of a professor will he be?? Sorry, I can't wait to read it!!! ❤️

Hi anon!!

OOOOOHHH!! **rolls up my sleeves** I will very happily oblige and tell you about my professor! AU, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!

I'm not going to reveal anything about the plot yet, but...

Both Andrew and Y/N are professors at Trinity College, in literature. He writes poetry (instead of singing, I still had to make him an incredibly talented poet...). GLASSES! TURTLENECKS! You know his grey suit he wears sometimes during shows... that vibe. With glasses. That and his brown vests MY GOD!!!

He's specialized in modern literature (modernism, stream of consciousness and contemporary poetry kind of vibes...), she's specialized in feminist literature and the use of gender-normative discourse in literature (they will bond over being feminist icons).

He's shy, and clumsy, and an absolute heartthrob even though he is incapable of taking a compliment and thus rejects that fact entirely. Students obviously ship them together. He is also an absolute fool (romantically speaking). Feminist icon, obviously. And the absolute sweetheart he truly is, of course.

Elwood will be here too, I haven't included Raine yet, but I will, she is the BEST.

Here are a few pics that give me the right vibes for the AU if you want (especially concerning the clothes).

There you go anon!!! Don't hesitate if you have more questions!!!

I'm so happy you're already excited about the next fic!!! I hope you'll like it!

Have a nice day! 💕💕

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[scamallach-1]

According to the ‘Irish On Your Own’ tapes/workbook, I am now capable of extremely light introductory conversation as Gaeilge lol