#a pity

[puppsworld]

I can never make up my mind on how I imagine the ghoul's den.

On one hand, i like the idea of it being on a basement level under the abbey (maybe because it makes it feel more like a den to the ghouls [many who often slept in crevices between rocks or in actual burrows]).

But on the other hand, natural light is definitely a must for keeping ghouls happy, and thus they'd need windows.

Am i ever going to make up my mind? Probably not.

[goopy-nightmares]

*smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my-

[reliquiaria]

not enjoying histoire d’o so far

[blood-orange-juice]

Do you think Snezhnayan citizens get asked at customs/borders if they are in any way affiliated with the Fatui?

[hazediver]

The disconnect bolts fired.

Then, freefall. Sephy ignited the boosters - not enough to keep aloft, but enough to slow her descent. She sent out a deep scan pulse - three, no four enemy contacts and two allied GS. She spooled up the cannons, both were green, but the reactor pulse was back.

No time for that now.

Impact - ADDICT's hydraulic dampers kicking into action as six tons of synth muscle and cybernetics slammed into the desert sand. She could feel every reverberation of the impact, shaking her to her core, but she was fine. She was holding it together.

ADDICT's optical cluster could make out the enemy - OZM-subverted guardsuits, their humanoid frames stretched, the OZM units breaking their way out of the joints of each GS's armor. They were a total loss. One of the allied guardsuits, a wide-shouldered Kannazuki model armed with a quartet of grenade cannons, had already engaged, peppering the infested GS with cannon fire. The second, armed with a single rifle, was missing an arm. She opened short ranged comms. “This is ADDICT. I'm engaging the enemy. Pull back - I'll give you an opening on the transport.” “Roger!” The voice was gruff, masculine.

Sephy and ADDICT dove to the side, boosters igniting, white hot exhaust cascading across the sand. She pulled wide and to the left, letting loose shots with ADDICT's plasma cannons, superheated hydrogen sprays impacting the OZM. Too far away for any real damage, but enough to pull their attention away from her allies. Good, now all she had to do was let them come to her and-

She felt something lurch, the pulse got louder, angrier. What had once been a dull arrhythmia became red-hot pain throughout ADDICT's core, bleeding into Sephy's own senses. Her mind screamed - the data buffer overflowing, every nerve in her body igniting with pain. ADDICT's boosters cut out, and the whole thing fell into the dunes, a puppet without strings.

[jacksprostate]

every time I go to check some specific line on the free online fight club versions I can find, because it's slightly easier than grabbing my book, it turns out that the online version is weirdly missing the chunk containing the text I'm thinking of and I have to go grab my book anyway

[dmagedgoods]

👑 Galfrey when she finds out Knight-Commander Salvadore and her cousin are involved

Queen Galfrey about Daeran's and Salvdore's relationship in Act III 👑 Galfrey: I can’t believe those rumors to be true. It must be one of those colorful tales that went out of hand. I would think my cousin capable of bedding the Commander just to ease his life in Drezen and escape some duties in the Crusade. But Knight Commander Arrigo? Every report and my personal impression say that he is ambitious, righteous, strict, and disciplined and therefore the contrary of what my dear cousin enjoys in a person and furthermore not the man to gain advantages with by starting an affair. Strangely enough, I also heard that Daeran doesn’t leave Commander Arrigo’s side during the missions in the worldwound. He never stays back as soon as he leaves, the emissary had me know. And this would be a statement even more unbelievable. Unless Commander Arrigo wants to teach him a lesson. Or did my cousin actually show a more capable, dutiful side during those last events? One way or another, I’m sure this so-called relationship is an exaggeration. People love their indecent stories about secret love affairs.

[hyp-no-tic]

I agree, just burn this fucking school to the ground 🔥🔥🔥

[patronsaintofhangingout]

me: shibari👀

friend: makrame

[tenth-sentence]

"It would be a pity to change them back," said Lucy.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" - C. S. Lewis

[lluiscarrasco]

where,  — The Standard, NYE closed  — @talesxofxthalia

It wasn't unlike him to be found in the middle of the dance floor. His most treasured companion, of course, was a bottle of champagne. Dom Pérignon was his date for the night, and quite frankly, they've had a rough relationship so far, so Luis wanted to give him every second of attention he could, before he left him all alone again. He could handle his liquor, if anything he became more tolerable when drunk; or at least that's what people told him. If you ask him, he was quite pleasant every second of every day, but that was his opinion. "Hey, you look familiar." He spoke to the blonde from where he was swaying on the dance floor, "Are you that girl from the gym? The one on east 43th street?" He usually remembered faces, remembered eyes mostly, and he had seven gym cards; some of them expired, the others god knows where. Luis went to four different gyms at least three times a week.

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

learning the guy that voice acted domon in the english dub did it to get through med school

[the-bibrarian]

Also works for not caring about what people think of you. I am so so so tired and nearly died a couple times, at this point I have no energy left to fuel The Anxiety re: other people’s opinions

easy life hack for becoming a nicer person: get older and more tired. u simply do not have the energy to deal with drama. u do not entertain the bloodthirsty. don't care too sleeby

[violetsandshrikes]

I met a girl when I was fresh out of high school in undergrad who frankly, annoyed me quite a bit, but I also had an inkling to continue to be compassionate to her given a few things about her life/background/family

I ran into her two years ago. Last week, her daughter turned 1. This girl, let’s called her “P”, is a really good example of why I never feel comfortable mocking trad wives

Her perfect trad husband, who was a shining young figure in the local religious community, volunteered in all sorts of groups, well loved in his workplace and everything else, beat her up at 1 month post-partum. I reached out to her after seeing her desperately asking for a stroller on a page, confused and slightly concerned knowing both of them came from wealthy backgrounds.

The reality for lots of tradwives living “perfect lives” is this: P was immediately ostracised. All the wealth of her husband and her family meant absolutely nothing if she wasn’t in favour and doing what she was told. Her child and her well-being didn’t matter. P, at 25 years old, was basically deemed an oopsie, and left on her own to figure out how to pay for herself, a baby, find housing, and every other task you can think of.

Having known many of these women (and supported many of these women), another factor most people don’t consider is this: they are intentionally raised to be helpless. When I immediately offered my support to P, she really needed it. This young woman needed to be guided through how to apply for government assistance, how to weigh up rentals and apply for them, how to apply for jobs, how to sign up for childcare. How to sign up for your own power and internet, and how to connect them.

It wasn’t that she was “stupid”, or incapable, or spoiled. While it looks like they’re being sheltered, in reality, these women are practically being held hostage. Sure, they might be allowed to learn things that are expected of them (see: basic cooking, baking, cleaning, child rearing, women’s bible studies, hosting, and so forth) but they are heavily controlled from family life into marriage life, and they are never given the opportunity or the reality of what many of us would consider basic adult tasks.

She’s doing okay now. Her daughter turned 1, is happy and healthy. They live frugally, but they have a roof over their heads and the essentials. I often babysit for her so she can attend counselling, or go to a woman’s support group. She is painfully aware that she has so much to learn about how to live as an adult.

I don’t envy tradwives, but I don’t find any joy in mocking them either. Even when they live the most picturesque lives, they’re also practically living a real life Jenga game. If (and often, when) it comes tumbling down, they’re screwed too, and they often have 0 skills to help themselves or find community (that again, isn’t carefully curated).

[tigerjpg]

nothing makes me go "ooooh we are NOT the same" quite like reading some post about how people talk with their parents about their interests. what do you mean you told your father about stevebucky. what do you mean he asked further questions

[alinalal-art]

miku.