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[sesamenom]

anyone know if bookbinding glue works on canvas? im thinking i want to add a shield to my halloween costume next year and am trying to figure out how to attach the front

[generalb]

I have breached making 10k in stardew I truly am The Farmer

[dinosaur-mayonnaise]

they should add an alarm clock function to sdv. not for me, i wake up at 6am on the dot every morning. they should make an alarm clock specifically for pam so i don't have to wait FOUR HOURS to go to calico desert and can actually have a shot at finishing mr qi's quest.

[ghostprinceiii]

The plan was to Make Actual Lunch, and Do Laundry, but instead I used up literally my entire burst of energy on going down the street and buying a pumpkin pie of all things, which I don't even feel like eating??? Huh?? The first 20 minutes in like a month that I don't feel Completely Out Of It, and this is how I use my one decision-making braincell.

[stupidlovepurplepeace]

My family just moved out of the house we've been living in for the last 17 years of my life (I'm 18 we moved there when I was 15ish months old)

[victorluvsalice]

Welcome back to the Chill Valicer Save, where as of this update it is Winter Saturday -- aka New Year's Eve! Now I had something a bit special planned for my trio for the holiday, but -- well, they live on a farm, so you always gotta take care of the various farm chores first:

-->Well, FIRST first, you gotta stop your werewolves from rampaging and make sure your wind farm is in good condition! To that end, Alice started off her day by letting out a somber howl before heading off for a healthy "zoomies" jog in her werewolf form to get the Fury down, and Victor started his by hitting a bunch of busted wind turbines with the old Repairio before Transportalating himself into the barn to make some eco upgrade parts. Feels like a perfect blending of magic and technology there, to be honest. XD

-->Poor Smiler, in the meantime, had gone upstairs to play some video games, and was coming downstairs to check on the cats -- when they happened to slip in a slime creature that had formed right in front of the stairs. As you can see, they were not pleased. :p They mopped the little bastard up, then noticed the downstairs toilet was also busted and leaking and fixed that as well, serenaded by the dulcet tones of Surprise. I suppose there are worse ways to start your day? :p

-->Anyway, with that all sorted and puddles all cleaned up, it was time to actually start the farm chores! Smiler got put on chicken-tending duty, giving all the chickens a bit of feed and some attention. Though, to my confusion, there were no eggs to collect at the start of the day...and no sign of Cockadoodle the rooster. And when I checked the tooltip, I discovered my previously-full coop is now down to seven out of eight chickens. Given this place does have the “Wild Foxes” lot trait, I suspect that Cockadoodle might have gotten ate off-screen at some point. D: Oh dear – I really gotta do some more errands and get some livestock upgrade parts for the coop!

-->Meanwhile, Victor -- who I had forced to put on actual clothes instead of doing everything in his pajamas (I mean, mood, but still) -- headed into the greenhouse to check on the plants – surprisingly enough, none needed tending! So instead I had him try giving an illustrative painting he’d recently made on his sketchpad to the specter in there to clear them out. Fortunately, this specter liked art, and gave Victor a nice blob of Wraith Wax to use in making more sacred candles. :D He then went to check on Moory and clean out her shed, so the cow can never again accuse the family of ignoring her. We take perfectly good care of you, you darn bovine!

-->And Alice returned from her zoomies just in time to smash up some creepy hands that had appeared in front of the house -- I feel like that should be good for reducing Fury as well! :p She then sorted through the trash and did some recycling...

[viapu-com]

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[quoththemaiden]

While I understand that's a logical explanation, I am laughing way too hard at this.

We don't have a cat

Like I said, we don't have a cat.

[cllightning81]

Heat Stroke

Summary : Franco's thrown in at the deep end of the Singapore Grand Prix but you're there to look after him

Pairing/s: Franco Colapinto x Reader

Word Count : 1.1k

Warning/s: W*lliams Hate

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You personally thought throwing Franco into the Singapore Grand Prix with limited heat training was a bit crazy knowing that you’d been preparing since the last Singapore Grand Prix, along with most drivers. 

The race could be brutal, and anyone who’d raced there before would know that, however, the head guys at Wililams didn’t care. You had warned Franco about it, but you knew that if it wasn’t Franco that replaced Logan, then it would be some other poor innocent guy. 

You remember when the news broke that Franco was about to become an F1 driver and you couldn’t be more mad about how it happened. 

Franco had told you to meet him in Argentina. He was going to arrive a day later than you were, and you were fine with it. You’d met his family before, and they were more than welcoming. 

Sat in their family house that evening, you had just been talking with his parents, who were more than happy to not only have you there but to include you in their family activities. Your phone was discarded in Franco’s childhood bedroom as you sat downstairs. 

It wasn’t until there was loud cheering from outside the family house you and his parents decided to get up and look outside. The street was full of people holding either handmade Franco signs or ones that they had bought previously. 

You turned to his parents confused just to see them looking just as confused. Quickly running up the stairs to grab your phone to see not only the F1 drivers group chat but all your other messages blowing up. 

It killed you. Logan was one of your closest friends, and Franco was your boyfriend. How were you meant to deal with this? 

It turned out it was easier to deal with. Logan seemed okay but annoyed he wasn’t able to show his full potential because his car never had the upgrades, and his confidence was lost. Logan had plans for after F1, knowing that no matter what, he was leaving at some point in the 2024 season. Starting off by test driving for indy, then hopefully driving for them at some point. 

But now, after the Singapore Grand Prix, you were standing in the media tent watching Franco speak to the interviewers. You’d seen him straight after the Grand Prix when he could hardly stand getting out of the car. It was a gruelling race for everyone. 

In between interviews yourself, you couldn’t help but watch him. His normal flirty attitude wasn’t there, and you could see in his face that he was in pain. The cold towel around his neck no longer doing anything to cool his body down. He needed to be in the medical tent, but the FIA clearly didn’t care. 

You couldn’t help yourself but walk over despite your own media manager's complaints about walking away from him. You didn’t care, though. You also didn’t care that you were about to expose your relationship with the newest Rookie. 

Taking your own towel from around your neck and placing it around his neck, taking his now warm one away. Your trainer had swapped your towels over, knowing that when your body was too hot, cooling it down was near impossible for him. 

Franco’s head turned, giving you a small smile, and you couldn’t help but reach up and wipe some sweat from his forehead with his towel 

“You need to go to medical” You whispered 

“No no estoy bien” You shook your head, taking his hand in your own 

“Please or I’ll get your mama involved” You raised an eyebrow, and he nodded, taking a drink of water “Thank you” You hummed, walking away back to your media manager, who raised his eyebrows at the work you just created for him 

“Honestly, how simple my life would be without you” He shook his head, and you smiled innocently, moving onto your next interview. 

Getting back to your hotel room, you went to check on Franco after dumping all your stuff in your own room. Knocking on the door, you heard a loud groan followed by shuffling and a couple bangs. You winced at the sounds before Franco finally opened the door, leaning against it. 

Sweat still dripped from his head, and he looked paler than in the media tent, earning a sigh from you. 

“Come on you” You sighed, ushering him back inside of the room. Franco sat on the bed in front of the fans he had going on in nothing but boxers as you walked towards his bathroom. Turning his shower on to cold before walking back to get him. 

Wrapping your arm around his waist as he walked to the bathroom and into the shower with you. You stepped in with him, still in team gear, knowing that it was the only way to get him in without an argument. 

“Lo siento” He whispered as you pushed some wet strands of hair out his face 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. This is definitely not your fault. This is your team's fault for not even sending your trainer here to look after you” You shook your head sitting him on the floor of the shower so you could step out for a moment. 

Texting your own trainer to bring some electrolytes and whatever else he recommended to Franco's room, knowing that at least your own team cared about their drivers and how the heat affects them. 

Going into Franco’s room to make it more comfortable for them knowing exactly what he was feeling right now because it was you last year. Helping Franco out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist before walking through to the bedroom, laying him down as there was a knock on the door. 

You walked over to it, smiling a little at your trainer. Letting him inside to help. 

“Go get yourself changed, Y/N. I know it’s warm, but walking about in wet clothes isn’t going to make you any better either” You nodded, stealing some clothes from Franco’s suitcase and getting changed in the bathroom. Walking back out once you were changed. 

Your trainer, Josh, handed you your water bottle full of electrolytes as he sat on the chair. 

“That stupid team needs to be sued” Josh muttered, and you could only nod in agreement as you played with Franco’s hair sitting next to him. Drinking your water at the same time. 

What idiot of a team decides to throw someone into a death trap of a race and then not provide support afterwards.

“Thank you for coming. I know your wife’s here” You smiled over to Josh, who shrugged 

“I get paid for being here, and she’s asleep” He chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh at that. Even Franco managed a little chuckle. Pressing a kiss to Franco’s head.

[arcadian-vampire]

My fav art program is looking for more artists to feature on its site, to promote both the art program And its users, so I took a peek at the ones they already feature and. there is nothing even Close to my work. I don't have much art yet, I'm not very skilled, my art blog is just a teensy lil guy w less than 20 followers, and. this art program isn't featuring artists like me. That could maybe be good- maybe they'd just eat me and my silly goofy paintings up- but I feel like It's Probably Actually Bad. They feature Talented watercolor landscape and acrylic portrait artists. It's all stunning, highly professional work. I'm just a disabled 22-year-old w only like 11 digital paintings rn, and they all have 'I'm a kid and I've been left w a box of crayons' vibes

Anyway tldr; it's neato but I think I'm. not gonna put myself out there and apply. they want a link to ur art site too and I am Not abt to show them my tumblr blog w fanart on it

Speaking of that actually I Have been thinking abt separating my fanart from my paintings. Have a separate blog for each maybe. I know getting better at fanart is a really good way to gain a following but blehh

[rooksunday]

fox’s best friend (that he’ll admit to having) is a mouse droid called honk!. he found honk! in the back of the corrie crying cupboard, wheels jammed with crud, and put the droid back together while complaining about a senator’s treatment of one of his shinies and his inability to act. fox buffed honk!’s chassis with the cuff on his flightsuit and set it back into the hallway when he left.

honk! maybe trips the senator at the top of some stairs a few days later. maybe getting away with this starts it in a path of vengeance. impossible to say. no witnesses.

sometimes honk! appears in fox’s office with some sweets tucked into its body, pilfered from senator offices. sometimes fox carries honk! under his arm like a tired puppy, its wheels whirring, and ignores the way thorn goes soft around the visor. he’s helping out a fellow worker. nothing to see here!

maybe honk! gets a security upgrade or two. maybe it gets a stripe in corrie red. maybe it tugs chancellor palpatine’s robes at an in opportune moment and he breaks his neck in a terrible escalator accident. who knows!!

[getindumdums]

I had to think about it

[shadowbriar]

Diego Hargreeves - Patches

Pairing : Diego Hargreeves x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 1.2k Warning : None. Notes : This might be the introduction of a story I'm working on. I cannot guarantee that I'll have the commitment to continue until it's end so don't have too much hope for this. I am open if you have any The Umbrella Academy requests at the moment, so do hit me up! If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

He got eight of them.

For the longest time in her life, she’s never understood the silly yet cruel joke life cursed upon her. To be able to heal everyone but herself, no matter the wound or injury one might have, she’ll cure it in no time, so long as it wasn’t inflicted on her.

Once, it wasn’t this pathetic nor lonely. She had her brothers and sisters to weather to storm through. There were Pogo and Mum to share cookies and stories with. It’s been years since she felt such comfort and to have to drag her feet back to the house that had turned itself from a warm home into a prison before the last days of her departure is surely weighing on her heart.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Her heart was filled with warmth once the familiar motherly voice greets her. The corners of her lips curved into a big smile as she dropped her bags, running to the dearly missed figure, “Mum.”

It took the bot a couple seconds to return the embrace. No doubt that she’s been lacking a lot of upgrades ever since she left. When the two broke the hug, she stared at the ageless caregiver with fulfilled eyes as it stared back at her with its bright smile, blank and not blinking. This might have been the most home she could feel while she’s here.

“You’re not supposed to come,” another voice echoes from the stairs.

“Diego, that’s not very nice.” Mum scolded lightly “Your sister has returned to us.”

The boy showed a thin smile to the bot, patting her lightly on the shoulder, “I think Pogo was looking for you, Mum.”

With a slight nod, the android excused herself out of the room.

Now if Grace’s presence lightened her heart, the sight of this black suited man certainly plummets it.

“You look awful,” She greets, noticing the scars that litter his face “Surely couldn’t find a better nurse than me now, can you?”

“Please,” Diego snorted “You’re more of a deadweight than a nurse, if ever.”

Ouch.

She lets out an exasperated exhale, folding her hands in front of her chest in defence, “Well, I’m not here for you and I don’t take joy either on coming back to this circus, so if you could just get yourself off that non-existent high horse—”

Before she could finish her words, Diego had already walked away as if she wasn’t there to begin with. His back becomes the abundant evidence that whatever bad blood they had years ago is still staining his skin.

It wasn’t always like this, him and her. In fact, they were the inseparable two growing up. If Luther had Allison, Diego had her. The many times she healed his wounds had led them to grow closer as the years went by. He was the one with the most injury to heal, after all. The most careless in battle out of the eight, never backing down from a close combat. Though he would always come out triumphant, a little cut here and there would be something he never escaped from.

“Don’t mind him, he’s giving us all the sour comments,” Allison said as she linked her arms to her “I’m glad to see you.”

She smiles at her sister, squeezing her hand slightly in reassurance, “As I am to see you.”

—-

“You should really learn how to dodge a punch, Diego,” She says as she runs her thumb through his bruise “One of these days you’re going to go home and I may not be able to heal you.”

“Is that a loss on your part or my part?”

Her eyebrow rose, purposely pressing on his bruise without healing it that he winces a little, “Or maybe I just won’t heal you, that’s definitely a loss on your part.”

“As if you’ll ever do that.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Diego tries his best to bite the grin but it proved to be an even harder task than to back out of a fight. He stares at her fondly, finding the jitters in his stomach to amplify the longer he stares yet it feels impossible for him to break the contact. Perhaps she casts a little of her magic everytime she heals him.

“Don’t stare at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asks.

“Like Klaus stares at a bottle of gin,” She says, now examining his other cuts “Like I stare at Mum’s cookies.”

Diego smiles.

“Like Luther stares at Allison.”

“Would it be so bad if I stare that way?”

The wake from the unintended nap hurts her head. Her bed is much smaller than she last remembered with her feet slightly dangling on the edge and how the pillows have certainly lost their fluffiness. Everything in her room stays the same yet at the same time, everything has changed.

—-

Diego defeatedly threw himself to the sofa. He sighs, his knuckles cracking as he tries to ball his fists. The tidal wave of emotions were beating him black and blue in silence. It feels as if he was swallowed by a giant blackhole with no light nor guidance to get out of.

There was no need for him to be rude to her, he knew that. He didn’t want to do it, but seeing her back in their house, hugging and talking to Grace, hurts. It took him years to try and ignore the ghost of her. She was the one force that would fuel his mornings and ease him to sleep at night. She was the one soul that he would always go to seek refuge. She was the one that he would lay his life on the line for without a second of doubt.

But he had to lose it all after one stupid night.

A night that he would never be able to grow out of, both from the horror and the guilt. Diego shut himself out for days following that terrifying night, locking his doors and skipping meals as he tries to think of all the what-if scenarios.

What if he stayed home that night?

What if he forced her to stay home that night?

What if he saved her before she saved him?

What if?

Mindlessly, he reaches for a knife on his left chest. It was a stranger to the rest of his knives collection. Compared to the polished lightweight knives he tucked in his suit, this one butter knife was rather dull. It would serve no harm to anyone, yet he kept it closest to his heart as if it was his most prized possession.

Diego stared at the knife. His brows knitted, examining the item as if it held the answer to all of his questions. Or perhaps some guidance. Anything to help him keep his sanity and not lose the plot now that she’s back in his life. Was she staying or was she leaving for the night? He wasn’t sure. But even if she is leaving, the hours he’d have to spend with her would suffocate nonetheless.

His thumb traces the engraving on the knife’s handle. A little trace of an infinite loop that had somehow become his stress outlet: the number eight.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Look at this architecturally cool 1930 house that you can get for $189,900 in Pampa, TX. 3bds, 3ba, 1,423 sq ft.

There's a patio at the front door.

Love the hobbity door and arched window. Plus, there's a coat closet w/a mirrored door.

Large living room. The home has stucco walls and lovely arched windows. Fireplace in the living room and 2 ceiling fans on an arched ceiling. This is nice.

Look at the arched, built-in cabinets and arched doorway.

This is interesting- it has a formal dining room.

And, then between the kitchen and dining room, there's this small room with a large built-in china cabinet and a narrow built-in cabinet.

The kitchen is galley style, but it's large. Looks like there was some updating like maybe they painted the cabinets, put in a tile counter and backsplash.

The central hall that the bedrooms and baths are off of, has an original phone niche

The owners installed a sliding barn door mechanism on this door. It might be a linen closet.

This child's room is pretty big.

Love the original vintage bath. They changed out the sink w/a new cabinet.

The primary bedroom has an en-suite.

It's been upgraded with tile and a new sink.

Stairs to the finished basement.

There's a nice little TV room.

Also a new shower room down here.

And, a little laundry room.

A nice patio in the back of the home.

And, a fenced yard.

Plus, a private drive and garage. What a cute, unique home for the price.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1021-Mary-Ellen-St-Pampa-TX-79065/87309285_zpid/