#Top 100 questions

[articleandverse]

This quiz will test your knowledge of Kerala across various topics, diving into its history, geography, culture, and more. Whether you’re a proud Keralite or someone eager to learn about this enchanting state, this trivia will enlighten and entertain you.

[macbethz]

I've really been enjoying @derinthescarletpescatarian 's Child of a Wandering Star, an amazing first encounter story from the POV of the aliens, and the image of an astronaut being read as a baby star-god was so delicious to me so I had to draw the "hatching" scene.

and because im normal i was like well if im drawing the aliens I need to hunt down mentions of their physical appearance so I can know exactly what they look like and model them after real arthropods. obviously

[epickiya722]

I think it should be acknowledged that Mon-chan, the cutest little dog in existence and best pal, got into the Top 100 at #65.

[art-killed-the-superstar]

he's never met a kame before

[seventeendeer]

hrrr I Saw the TV Glow is still rolling around in the back of my mind. it's hitting me somewhat belatedly that what seemingly starts as mainly an identity story turns out - toward the final act - to also be a love story. two queer kids finding each other (again). the bond they forge (have always had). the feelings that start to grow (were always there) despite the lie they're living. one trying to save the other, and failing. the frail hope at the end that maybe what they had mattered after all, even if they never see each other again. maybe because they knew each other, someday things will be better.

idk. so much of the story feels so lonely. they're awkward with each other at first and they don't really "get" each other and they're absent from each other's lives for long periods and they don't have anyone else. but it's all a lie - they were best friends, they knew each other better than anyone, they are who they are because they knew each other, they were not alone. no matter how bleak the setting is, this fake world can't obscure the truth. they'll never forget each other. it will always have happened, it will always have mattered.

it's so hard to put into words but Owen/Isabel and Maddy/Tara make me so crazy, the way everything in the world works to drive them apart and yet not even losing their memories can destroy the connection between them. and it's not enough to prevent the world from tearing them apart but maybe it's enough to save their lives

queer love portrayed not as supernaturally resilient or invincible (god knows it isn't), but as a precious fragile thing that can and will grow back over and over in some form no matter what ...

[bialvindraper]

Pride and Prejudice with Zombies?????

what are you questioning here ? the best p&p adaptation ever being in my fav films list or...

[ii-meeple-confessions]

Who’s yr favorite mephone that isn’t like. One of the main ones (3gs, 4 ,4s) Mine is definitely mephone 3g because i’m SAD about her :-( (I think i already sent an ask about that )

Rest in peace Mephone 3g you would have had so much potential as a character 😞

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[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

I realized I had forgotten to swatch for the button hole before starting the second sleeve. And an Hour later I have a swatch with 8 button holes before I got happy with how they look. The pattern basically says "make buttonhole" and I'm not experienced enough with garment knitting to go on just that.

I did manage to confirm that despite sizing up my yarn, I'm still going to need 1 inch/25mm buttons. I don't currently have 6 matching 25mm buttons that would look good with this yarn, so decisions have to be made. And unfortunately my brain has decided the best possible button would be a rose gold coloured shank back(?) button preferably that looks like an actual flower. Which, good luck to me for finding that relatively affordably.

I think I'm just going to knit the cardigan and decide once it's all sewn up. If it fits well and I think I'll wear it, I'll spend the money to get Nice buttons.

[joysmercer]

ok but. imagine

gina accidentally telling ricky she doesn't want a [public] proposal but to ricky (she thinks) it sounds like she doesn't want a proposal at all because she worded it badly. and he doesn't really react in any way but gina comes home and immediately bursts into tears and terri's like "just propose to him instead problem solved". and then the two of them spend the rest of the evening planning the thing out because this is the kind of thing porters find fun i guess and they decide the best time would be just before her graduation party in a couple of months and gina gives terri the very important task of wrangling ricky because there are only two people in this world who can ensure he's somewhere ready and on time without question and one of them is doing the proposing so.

the next day ricky comes to pick gina up for another date (gotta maximize her last spring break of college!) and while waiting for her to get ready he lets terri know he's planning to propose just before gina's graduation party (yeah.) and could she please make sure gina gets her hair and nails done or whatever that morning and get her to the place at the right time so he can pop the question but not say anything to her or their friends because he wants it to be a surprise?

and now terri has a headache.

(and has to buy a hot glue gun because of course they're both planning to go all out with their respective proposals too.)

[ahdor]

Here's my own birthday gift to you. Now give me data!

[lightineventide]

Top 100 Favourite Songs Of All Time: Day 90

What is... What ever was... What ever is to come... What would... What ever should... It will remain as it never was Where do we go? What have we become? Whither went what was? Shall there ever be dawn? Did we ever change?

After quite a few years of being in love with this song I still don't know why it makes me as emotional as it does...

Note: At the beginning I thought to leave it for the very end of this challenge, but today I heard it again right when I needed it and decided it was long overdue a mention.

[griddlezeeninth]

if only baby college me knew there was a secret third way to be able to date Wallace Wells

[spookytunes]

“omg wow you’ve never dated someone? wow you must really be focusing on yourself and -” NO. NO I AM ACTIVELY LOSING IT. IM GOING TO GO BACK TO CRYING ABOUT HUMAN CONNECTION BUT THANK YOU FOR THAT.

[chickenbyday]

I'm gonna kill this professor.

[novemberhope]

24!

straight from my KTDA playlist!!

[pontevoix]

her name had been vessel, as though it were a privilege — as though it were an honor. as though someone had spent their entire life trying to record the memories & habits & secrets of tengen : gifted & damned with immortality’s life source. it forever makes them incomparable, makes them irreplaceable. but on god on god on god : tengen’s secret lies in the holy life of parasite. tengen’s secret lies in preaching their rational truth & having good reason to do so.

without tengen, order disappears. that is the structure of peace because they are old, because weeds have grown around them & demonstrated that some things are hard to uproot.

but tengen’s secret lies in the holy life of parasite. even if tengen has evolved into something amorphous, it’s funny that conversation on tengen’s motivations are so muted when they originated in lives consumed & the agreement to continued life.

she would know. her name had been vessel, & it had been a privilege. because her life had been something shared, something networked, something that demanded that she be person enough & shell enough that could feed tengen her lost life & her potential —

her name had been vessel, & it meant maintaining balance. it meant safety prioritized & doctrine. it meant hours she spent at fourteen, dipping her toes into a local creek & listening to neighborhood girls chatter & imagining if she could pretend to be lady ophelia for a day. she had been prone to dreaming, back then. she had been bad at girlhood, back then. she hadn’t thought about her own motivations.

her name had been vessel. but even as lady ophelia, her name would always have been yuki tsukomo. so there had come a day when she had chosen too much life. she had chosen upset balance & mundane thrills that made her certain that her motivations were her own. it turns out that brutality comes far easier to her than girlhood.

her bike is her thrill. it’s an extension of herself that proves that she is allowed material choices, aesthetic preferences that establish her as renegade, as though there were never any other option for her.

fifteen years ago, the bike had been an impulse purchase. a self-driven ticket to choice.

fifteen years later, she spends too many sleepless evenings thumbing at the screen of her phone with whistled appreciation for maintenance tips & pictures of updated models, though she’s not looking for change.

her bike is her thrill. & it’s a pleasure to have continued such a impulse hobby.

choso is new to it, though. he crouches before her thrill, & she crouches besides him in solidarity. it always surprises her that he emits warmth, even though he’s so close tightly wound with death. her surprise is mild, the way that a slightly funny joke comes as a surprise when it stumbles into conversation.

balancing on the balls of her feet, she nudges at him with her elbow in encouragement to hover a little longer —- to study more & be curious more. she’s still figuring out his motivations, so she doesn’t mind the wait.

however, choso takes her act of familiarity as a cue. he has studied enough. so he rolls upright & folds his arms over his chest. yuki stays crouched & tilts her head to watch him —- distraction glosses over his expression. he looks good enough that, on impulse, yuki whistles at him. just to watch him startle, just to watch him frown.

he really is her type.

she bites back a laugh & ignores the way that the wind starts casting loose strands of blond against her cheek. with her hands at her knees, she pushes herself to stand & hums a droning note that goes unheard.

from @theirs1n : he’s bent over in a crouch, dark eyes looking over the mechanical work and intricacies of her bike. he’d never quite seen something like this before, the shape especially. but he is learning much from time and from her. “ how fast does it go? ” as he asks he stands, his arms cross and an absent look settles into his features. “ what are they called again? ”

‘ it’s a kawasaki ninja h2 — ‘ she says instead offering the simple answer motorcycle. her laugh escapes her like shrapnel, & she twists her hands into her hair to tie it back. ‘ i can show you how fast it goes. i can’t promise you’ll like it, though. ‘

her name had been vessel. but even as lady ophelia, her name would always have been yuki tsukomo. she thinks she makes her motivations clear.