#absolutely brillo

[deepdeanvsweston]

I’m being pulled towards Daisy/Lavinia just because I respect the grind of the inventor of a rarepair

THANKYOU!? It's because I'm like this about them:

I just think they're so good together, I think they're so similar and like Lavinia's loyalty I feel is HIGHLY admired by Daisy, and then Daisy's sort of logical recklessness (contradictory but I know what I mean) Lavinia really likes, and also they bond over difficult relationships with their parents, and I could go on and on and on,,, I will say they would never have worked while still school age, it's only since reading the ministry books that I was like oh yeah THIS Daisy and THIS Lavinia??? Peak imo

I used to be a big Hazel/Daisy shipper, but they never felt like they quite clicked Like That for me, I just felt they weren't compatible romantically because they wanted different things out of a romantic relationship, and also that I liked their relationship already, like they're perfectly close. They're queerplatonic to the MAX though

[rodeoromeo]

[sashaforthewin]

Stranger Things, Steddie, Rated M for sexual talk.

This is really just a silly way to torture Eddie who probably has the poor kid tendency to collect crap and never throw anything away.

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As the handcuffs clicked into place around his wrists, Eddie settled back and closed his eyes. Steve hadn't blindfolded him, but he wanted to relish in the anticipation for as long as he could. This was a very rare treat so he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Steve was really taking his time, it had been at least five minutes and Steve hadn't even touched him yet. Eddie was loving the suspense.

After what felt like ten minutes, he heard a snap of rubber from near the foot of the bed and it made him squirm to know he was entirely at Steve's mercy. He could do whatever he wanted right now and Eddie was powerless and thrilled. 

That is, until he heard a second rubber snap. 

He opened his eyes and glanced down to where Steve was standing.

"Motherfucker! No! Absolutely not, no! Sarcophagus, sarcophagus!"

"You can't safeword out of this, Eddie. It's for your own good."

Steve was standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed, wearing a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and holding a box of trash bags. 

"Stevie, baby, don't do this!" Eddie pleaded.

"I have to. I try throwing things away and you dig them out of the trash. I'm gonna start with the bathroom, okay? I know this is stressful for you but it's for your own good," Steve explained gently as he went into their en suite bathroom, leaving the door wide open so Eddie could still see him. 

"Hey, what are you doing? No, no, no, don't pour out perfectly good shampoo!"

Steve didn't even look up, just kept pouring Eddie's shampoo down the drain with the tap running as he replied, "this shampoo gives you dandruff and it's really cheap and harsh. This is why your hair is all frizzy and tangled. I got us nice shampoo and conditioner, so use it!"

"But why would I use pricey stuff when the dollar store kind is fine? Don't just pour it down the drain!"

Steve just shook his head and didn't respond. Once the bottle was empty, he threw it into the trash bag he had opened. Next, he threw a disposable razor caked in soap scum and stubble, followed by a bar of cheap soap.

"Hey, not my soap! Throw away your own soap, leave mine alone!"

"Eddie, I'm pretty sure you're allergic to this soap, you are itchy when you use it and it gives you rashes in your inner elbows."

"You don't know that, I'm just an itchy person, I'm always itchy, always have been!" Eddie reasoned.

"Except when I wash you using the oatmeal soap that I bought both of us to use. You've always itched because you buy cheap shitty soap. I'm trying to help you feel better."

"Fuck you, Harrington!"

Steve continued to clean out their bathroom. Eddie was particularly insulting when Steve got rid of his threadbare towel that was about the texture of a brillo pad, but Steve kept going, ignoring the verbal assault and knowing Eddie didn't mean it. 

Eddie fought against his restraints when Steve moved back into their bedroom and opened up the top drawer of their dresser. 

"Stevie-bear, please!" Eddie weedled, trying to sound babyish and pathetic. Steve knew what he was doing but it didn't make his pleas any less heart-wrenching.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

"Untie me and I'll do it, I swear!"

"You won't. I have asked you to, I've tried to do it with you here loose, I've tried to do it while you were out. Every single time you go root through the trash like a raccoon. You are the most stubborn idiot and I love you very much, but we have money now and you need to stop saving everything you think might be useful."

The underwear was methodically weeded. Anything with holes or stains or a lack of elasticity was trashed. Same for the socks. 

"Oh, I see how it is, you're only leaving me the things you bought me! You think you're so great because you have money, you think your stuff is better than mine?"

"Yeah, it is better, but only because the ones I bought aren't left over from middle school, dude. Seriously, Eddie, this drawer is a biohazard. Pretty sure some of your socks are old enough to vote."

"That's only because they were Wayne's."

"He'll forgive me if we don't give them back. I'm gonna leave your t-shirts alone but I've bought you all new socks and underwear and I'm personally driving this bag out to the dump tonight before you can dig this crap back out."

Their underwear and socks drawer was significantly emptier after Steve got done, but since they did laundry every other weekend, they still had plenty. Gone were the days of Eddie's massive dirty clothes pile and his need for a month's worth of undies. 

"No no no, not the closet! I hate you so much!"

"No you don't."

"I really do. I hate you."

"Then why have you had a massive erection this whole time?" Steve asked, looking over at Eddie, fondly bemused.

"I can't help if my body finds you outwitting me hot. Also, how am I supposed to not have an erection when you tie me up? You never do this!"

"Yeah, because you know I don't like it," Steve pointed out. 

"I know but it's unfair that you don't want to be tied up but you also don't want to tie me up! You should only dislike one of those! I know, I know, I'm just thinking with my horny brain right now, you know I love you and don't want to do anything you don't want to do. I just always feel so much more creative and inspired after you tie me up, you are my muse, baby."

"Eddie. Baby, sweetness, angelface, assbrain. You don't feel like that because of bondage sex, you feel good after because I clean while you're tied up. It's not my fault your horny brain keeps falling for the same trick. This is the third time, babe, but this time it's our shared apartment and I refuse to just sit around and watch you wallow in filth with a creative block when all you need is a clean environment. Also, I live here, too, and I don't want to live with a closet full of boxes of junk and barely any room for my actual clothes! I know you hate me right now but I promise you this is for your own good."

Eddie sighed, knowing Steve was right, but he promptly forgot Steve was right the second Eddie saw him removing the piles of boxes from the closet. 

"Leave those alone, those are my project boxes!"

"Eddie, you have not touched these boxes since we moved in two years ago! You don't even know what is in them, you don't need it, baby."

"Those are all works in progress!"

"Okay, what's in this one? If you know what is in the box you can keep it." Steve held up a light blue shoe box.

"Uh… broken guitar strings and scrap metal?" Eddie guessed, trying to sound confident. 

"Nope it's… is this just leaves? Eddie, why do you have a box full of leaves?" Steve asked, staring down into the box.

Eddie shifted in his restraints a bit, trying to look like the type of guy you'd want to free because he was so well-behaved. 

"I was maybe gonna use them as stamps or something, I hadn't decided. They were really pretty fall leaves."

"Well, now they're just dead, so…" He dumped the box into the trash bag.

"At least save the box!"

Steve looked at Eddie, exasperated. "Why?"

"It's a good box," Eddie shrugged.

"Okay, listen, this closet is full of boxes and I don't like seeing you in distress, it's really upsetting, so how about I give you a blowjob and you can have a nice post-orgasm nap while I clear the rest of this and then you'll wake up not even knowing what's missing? I'm not going to throw out anything important."

Eddie's erection, which hadn't flagged through all of the cleaning, gave a twitch of excitement, but Eddie's pride couldn't just give in without a fight.

"As if I'll even be able to sleep!"

"Eddie. Baby. I love you so much, you's such a wonderful and giving lover, but there is a reason we have the rule that I come first."

"That's because you're greedy."

"No, babe, that's because if I don't come before you I have to do it myself because you'll already be asleep. Trust me, if I blow you right now you'll be out like a light and you'll wake up to a nice clean home."

"You didn't blow me last time!"

"Because last time was just the bathroom at the trailer. You were upset but you weren't distressed like you are now. Not my fault you've fallen for this trick three times now. You know I don't like bondage."

"Ah, but hope springs eternal."

[loliwrites]

The Morning After

Post-episode continuation of s03e02 Manchester: Part One

pairing: josh lyman x donna moss rating: 18+, minors dni  warnings/tags: the west wing season 3, post episode continuation, discussion of abortion/emergency contraceptives, fluff and angst, mutual pining, two idiots in love that aren't going to admit it word count: 2.1k a/n: should i be writing my joel fic? absolutely. do i love these two and constantly have inspiration for them? doubly absolutely.

It had been a long day. A trying day. In a string of long and trying days that had made up a long and trying month. The President and Leo were in more rooms with more closed doors than they used to be. CJ was losing her rhythm on a near daily basis. And everyone found themselves avoiding the lobby more than usual just in case someone was there to serve them with a subpoena. All that was made worse by the newcomers brought in to help with the re-election campaign. The newcomers that were supposedly experts in campaigns, led by Bruno Gianelli.

And the icing on the cake was Donna eating all of Josh’s french fries. He was lucky she didn’t try to nab the second half of his sandwich. They were going to have a long, long weekend of prepping the President on his speech for the bid for re-election, and he would need all the sustenance he could get – even if that came in the form of cheap, pub food and rest on a lumpy mattress. 

Rest, which at the moment, was hard to come by. He stared at the clock on the nightstand. The red lights glowing in the dark. Next to it, the plastic of the hotel phone reflected the light, taunting him. French fries. With a sigh, Josh sat up and continued to stare at the phone. Then with the last shred of his self-control exiting his body, he picked up the receiver and cradled it between his ear and shoulder. 

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

Donna rose to the sound of knocking on her hotel room door. A quick glance at the clock told her it was probably Josh. No one else would be up at this ungodly hour. She could just stay in bed. Pretend she was in a deep sleep and never heard a thing. But then the knock came again and she figured Josh was more relentless than she was stubborn. 

She rolled out of bed and searched the dark for her robe. The pastel pink one that had been with her for too many years. At one time it had been lush and fluffy. Now, after more washes than she could count, the worn fabric resembled more of a brillo pad than a cloud she wrapped around herself. Certainly even her meager government paycheck could pay for a new one. But this one had history. Life. The one she’d bought in this very town when she’d first joined the Bartlet campaign. Paid for it with her first paycheck, hand delivered to her by Josh.

Wrapping the garment around her, she tied it securely around her the moment before she yanked open her hotel room door. To her surprise, it wasn’t Josh on the other side. It was an annoyed looking teenage boy thrusting a plate of french fries at her. He turned away before she even got a word out.

“I didn’t order this!” She called after him. But typical of what she knew about teenage boys, he didn’t acknowledge her. And worse than that, she was now the owner of a plate of french fries she didn’t want. And that’s when it dawned on her.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

Josh sprung up from bed and ran to his hotel room door at the sound of knocking. He was going to get his french fries. At long last. And this time, Donna wouldn’t be there stealing them. 

Pulling open the door and seeing Donna there holding his plate of french fries was like some mean, karmic trick. Her being in the tattered pink robe she clung onto for dear life was the nail in the coffin. How could she look like that in a piece of clothing so abysmally sad?

“You know, you’re not in college anymore. A plate of french fries at three in the morning will go straight to your hips,” Donna twisted past Josh and entered his room.

“Donna,” he all but whined and shut the door, turning back for her.  But she was already perched on his bed, back up against the headboard. Looking like she belonged there. “Can I have those?” He motioned to the plate of fries she was now picking her way through.

“Why’re you ordering fries at three in the morning?”

“Because you ate my other fries. And now you’re eating these,” he sat down on the end of the bed. One foot firmly planted on the floor and his other leg bent up on the mattress.

“I’m consistent,” she smiled and popped another fry into her mouth.

Josh returned a grin. Her legs were stretched out in his direction. Feet so close to him that he could reach out and hold them if he were so inclined. If he were brave. But he didn’t and he wasn’t. “Can I ask you something?”

She lowered the plate of fries to her lap and looked up at Josh. He wasn’t generally one for a preface to a question.

“You were pretty excited about the RU-486 thing,”

She hesitated, thinking a question might come. But when it never did, she smiled, “aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Of course. But… you were really excited about it in a way I don’t generally see you get excited about government. And you said it wasn’t because it was going to lead to a lot more sex for you,”

Donna’s gaze narrowed, thinking – wondering where this conversation was going. “Was there a question, or…?”

“I got the sense it was more than just excitement around a wonderful scientific win for female reproductive freedom. More personal.” He paused. And on her continued silence, realized he still hadn’t posed a question to her. But he was at a loss. Even he, with the blurring of this professional line, wondered if this was a bridge too far. He shook his head absently, “if you’re in a bind, or need help… You can take some time off. Figure things out. I promise your job will be there when–”

“Josh!” She interjected and slid the plate off her lap and toward him on the bed. Maybe if he filled his mouth with food, this could end. “I’m not in a bind,”

Josh reached past her foot and picked up a couple fries. He shoved them into his mouth and mid-chew, “I’m just saying…”

“Josh, I’m not in a bind. I’m not in dire need of that contraceptive at the current moment. I’m not pregnant. You don’t give me enough time off to be able to get pregnant even if I were so inclined.”

He bowed his head sheepishly. The thought he kept at the back of his brain was that he was glad she didn’t have time for another man. When he looked back at her, he searched her face for anything that could clarify what she meant by “at the current moment”. There wasn’t much, but he gathered there had been a moment when she did need a contraceptive like the one the FDA was set to approve come the new week. And the look on her face… the expression of shame… it made him want to kill the man that had put her in that position.

“Look, I–”

“There’s another thing I didn’t tell you about the Dr. Freeride, car accident situation.” Though Josh’s eyes remained glued to hers, she retreated to looking down at her hands in her lap. Tugged at her fingers as anxiety built and bubbled within her. She was thankful Josh reined in his typical snark. “I was going to the pharmacy when I got into the accident. To pick up Plan B,”

She flicked her eyes at Josh to see if his expression shifted in any type of way. It didn’t. “But when the accident happened, and the hospital, I never ended up being able to get it,”

“It’s pretty effective if taken within seventy-two hours…” he choked on the end of the sentence realizing that wasn’t a particularly helpful comment. 

But Donna only smiled. Not nearly as offended as she probably should have been. “After the hospital, I was kind of focused on something else, and it fell to the wayside,”

Oozing as much kindness and understanding as he could, he pressed further. “What could’ve been more important than that?”

She chuckled and tilted her head to the side. She wondered if he would catch the thing in her gaze that looked a little bit like love. “I spent those seventy-two hours getting back to you. To the campaign,”

Josh shook his head, “Donna, I…”

“When I’d settled again, the realization hit that I missed the timeframe, and… I spent the next month taking pregnancy tests everyday and worrying that I was going to be bringing a child into the world with a man I really wanted nothing to do with anymore. Then I was late for my period and was wracking my brain for an excuse I could tell you so I could slip away to get an abortion.” She paused and Josh opened his mouth to say something, but Donna continued speaking, “I was late because of stress.”

Josh scrubbed his hand over his face.

“So this new emergency contraceptive that’s effective for the first forty-nine days? That would’ve been really helpful then. And it’s going to be helpful for a lot of women… including the ones who need more than seventy-two hours to get themselves out of bad situations,”

She scooted off to the side of the bed and flung her legs over the edge. Standing, she re-secured the robe around her tightly and made toward the door. Josh was there, too, standing with her and reaching past to pull the door open for her. He leaned against it as she stepped through the threshold back into the hall. Her room was right across from his as it usually was. But instead of going back to it immediately, she turned to Josh again.

“Now can I ask you something?” She grinned softly.

Josh nodded earnestly.

“What would you have said or done if I had told you I needed a couple days off to get an abortion?”

He pursed his lips together and stared at her. What he wanted to say was, I would’ve told you I loved you then and everyday since and would support you every step of the way. But it came out, “I would’ve driven you to the clinic. Asked what type of soup you wanted after. But would’ve just scoured whatever town we were in for a bowl of matzo ball soup,”

Donna blushed, smiling a little wider now. “Jewish penicillin,” she remembered his mom calling it one day.

He nodded, “yeah.”

She looked down at her feet nervously and backed up to her door again. She slid the key card into the lock and pushed it open. With a look over her shoulder, she whispered a goodnight to him, and disappeared back into her room.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

She flicked off the light in the bathroom as a knock came at her hotel door again. This time, thankfully during daylight hours. She grabbed her purse off the desk chair and patted her pockets to make sure she had her key and phone. Then before another knock could come, she pulled open the door with a smile on her face.

And there was Josh. Like she expected. He too had a smile on his face but his looked a little more hesitant. 

“Ready to head to the farm?” She shouldered her bag and looked down the hallway in the direction of the stairs.

“Yeah,” he nodded. She was quick to take off down the hall, but Josh reached forward and caught her wrist at the last moment. Donna turned back to him – nearly stumbling – and smiled, seemingly confused. “I’m sorry,”

Her confusion etched deeper in her features. “For what?”

“For not fighting harder to get it approved sooner,”

Donna shook her head, “that’s not your fault. The FDA doesn’t work for you.”

He licked his lips quickly, “yeah but the report has been sitting on my desk. If I had gotten it in front of the President to endorse it, it could’ve put pressure on the FDA to approve it faster.”

“Josh, it wasn’t on your desk four years ago,” she smiled and turned back for the stairs. But he still had a hold on her and when she felt resistance because of his lack of movement, she looked back at him again.

“I’m sorry,”

She pressed another smile. This one a lot more gentle than the previous one. “You really are sweet when you’re not being you,” she nudged him and nodded in the direction of the exit. “Let’s get to work,”

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

you don't have to answer this ask

but your comment about merlin being prettier than jalter

you're right and you should say it louder, I'M letting you cook

jalter is one of those designs where I can like…understand the basic reasons why people think she’s hot (big titty tsundere in black) but I don’t get why she’s regarded as being one of the objectively hottest fgo characters (disregarding the writing side, speaking just in terms of designing)

Like. Even when her outfit is good she has a mullet? And the long haired bit is just very weirdly shaped?

Or like, her weird ass dresses that make no sense-I’m all for sexy cut outs, but why is there just one small flap on one side? What’s even with the side support?? This this is held on with hopes and dreams and it doesn’t even add to it bc her back is the exact same color as her hair so it all blends together

LIKE WHAT IS THIS??? WHAT IS THIS STUPID FLAP??? It’s not goth and it’s not tasteful asymmetry like her swimsuit it’s just THERE

Also her sword looks like it was wrapped in a spiky pipe cleaner and i hate that, sorry

Honestly, even her bob kind of annoys me despite it being actually accurate for her. Why is it so misshapen and clunky (yes ik irl jeanne just chopped hers off, but jalter was made firstly to look attractive and this is not it)

she isn’t really even that goth in terms of what she wears despite the memes, she really just wears a lot of black (and her first two outfits are tattered at the bottom) other than the Brillo pad handle and the eye shaped pink details there’s nothing that really makes her goth other than her color scheme and I’m a pedantic little hussy so that annoys me

Like idk. I don’t think she’s ugly or partially offensively designed or anything despite my earlier ranting but I don’t understand the absolute death grip she has on so many people even independent of her character arc. Even for a black knight-type design she’s very mildly done

[hellsite-yano]

porky did you finish that list of minecraft splash texts and if so may we see it?

Sure, keep in mind the Better Than Adventure mod uses a different colour formatting code than vanilla though. It's also a bit more difficult to edit splash text in vanilla from what I can gather. Anyway:

§5>it's wet Pynk! >ISHYGDDT GALO SENGEN! Pretty smooth flying, Fox! :kanabento: Sad! ingredience Everybody pose! :JUST: Oh, absolutely! Hallownest approved! Soda! Nope! §0The air crackles with freedom. Master Spark! An extant form of life! Yesh §dNyuuu! Also try The Witness! hampter.jpg The city and the city! Qud approved! Also try Mummy Sandbox! What U Need! Drink it and forget it all! which I invented! §fAll black everything The hero appears! Touch grass! Ut UNDERSTAND! Gapacho approved! Interior Semiotics! It's yours, my friend! The silo doors are open! Who are you quoting? Smoke coal evree day! §5>not having an avocado tree MODS = GODS Women! Wrong number! A super fighting robot from the year 2010! Even the mods have mods! Is shine! Cassis bleep! It's media -_- Also try Manifold Garden! Labyrinth Fight! Grow up, this is Minecraft! Welcome, Mr. Guest. His name is Gedächtnis! With these hands we will destroy! WAKE ME UP Fighting in the dojo! §eLalal Jack in! PUNK TACTICS! Close enough! I buy sausage! You ARE the support, son! A frozen cephalopod! Milk inside a bucket of milk inside a bucket of milk §0Hit +50! SB-129 mariositting.txt Clean! The democratic club! went shop Also try The Witch's House! Vanilla+! :3 TRUE! DOOR STUCK! Dubious castle safety gigue! Sexo! The numbers, Mason! Don't be so wide about it! MACHINE HEEEEEEEEAAAAAD! Victorius! The grink is here! k/l/l/i/n/g/s/t/a/l/k/i/n/g! GAS GAS GAS! Wimdy! A vision of happiness! Got any grapes? Message over! I MAED A GAM3 W1TH Z0MB1ES 1N IT!!!1 wort wort wort Many such cases! I'm Kilroy! Just walk out! Detach the rear vehicle! SET ME UP! Wrong turn, tin daddy! Woomy! Gensokyo approved! Soup's on, baby! Fly away now! Literally who? Greetings from Germany! Papa Carlo! Superliminal! BAN THIS SICK FILTH King! Ari! Also try SOMA! SOME FOLKS ARE BORN 8 meters! This is most disturbing! Wheey! [Current thing]! Jerry! Welcome back, /v/! >:3 How does he do it? The Paper! 47 diamonds in my diamond account! The hero appears!!! Fly over! SICK RECOVERY The big bow-wow! Guest no. 431! GOODLUCK! CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO! Built from pieces of SR71! §eDe§5su! EEEEASY! Hedgehog stew! Unusual! :yey: Uranium Fever! Chinken nunget! There's friendship in the redstone! Axeil Edition! Beach City approved! §aourple! The Golden Path lies §4everywhere! Don't look at the silver lights The Electro Gypsy! Menacing! Cope! The hero appears!! OH GOD MAH DRILLS! eeeeeh? Also try Outer Wilds! Edith Piaf said it better Where's Reznov? INGERLAAAAAND! Also try Gorogoa! Orgasmic! Pure pare-do! §6It's lightish red! Also try Rain World! Hard Fast §kFaggot §rMaps! Hole approved! HUZZAH! Lost and farting! Selamat pagi! Deploy all units! CHARGE!!! Minute like a pixie! Most certainly! freaks dni! The ride never ends! Lucoa! Not what it says. The bits! The bits! The bits! :african_pensive: §mMother is watching §eH§1e§4l§5v§de§3t§bi§ac§2a §2S§6t§aa§6n§6d§1a§3r§2d Morioh approved! Comforble! Cocky little freaks! Also try Fallow! :pensive: Brillo whales soon! Scratch Perverts! Re-do! MEMORIES BROKEN! 300k starting! Also try sunny-place! tak tak tak ziip! NOW THE WHEELS ARE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL! Roast beef and cornbread! No sappy lines allowed! With these hands we will rebuild! Also try The Beginner's Guide! Chefs kiss? Get the cool shoeshine! Happens often! Blood crystal obtained! MAKE IT BUN DEM! :hinableh: Also try Northern Journey! Welcome to Quindecim :) ARE YOU WATCHING HEAVEN? Daten City Approved! AS I LIVE! hina hina Nashi! Hack your 3DS! 4 = 2 > 5 > 7 > 3 > 1 > 6 > 8 Butcher is king! und cola! Lost at sea 1803 Bam-ba-lam! §3Aria approved! Seems legit! Easy Breezy! The World Revolving! Air 'em out! I live here? Splendid! Sing your sins! Surprisingly malleable! Comedy gold! §6Anglerfish Dance! Message to de west! Also try Dujanah! dubs Also try Iconoclasts! §aPudgy-Porky!?

[poi-son-ous]

Título: 絶対的少年値 / Zettaiteki Shounenchi / Absolute Boy Value / Valor absoluto de un chico Música y letra: MI8k Ilustración y vídeo: Avogado6 Traducción al inglés: Shiopaca Vídeo original: https://youtu.be/dm4BPTcJLVA Letra:

僕らには赤い血が流れているのです ご覧になりますか？ 肩書もないし頭も冴えないけど Sangre roja circula por nuestro interior ¿Te gustaría verla? No tenemos ni títulos ni la mente despejada, aún así 数えきれないほどある美しい言葉を 風にまかせて見失う le confío mis innumerables bellas palabras al viento, perdiéndolas de vista 論理的じゃない本能でもない 今の僕は曖昧になっていなけりゃ 才能がないことを思い出してしまう 神秘的じゃない根性でもない 気づいていない輝きを見いだせたら 言葉が足りなくて悲しむことなんかない No es ni algo lógico ni algo instintivo Justo como soy ahora, tengo que volverme más ambiguo o recordaré el hecho de que no tengo talento alguno No es ni algo místico ni algo de nuestra naturaleza Si pudiera descubrir un brillo en el que nunca me había fijado no tendría que entristecerme por el hecho de que mis palabras no son suficiente 何も失っていないようでファントムペイン 夏の蒸し暑さだけ今も残っている can't stop! 僕の青さが暴走しても ほっといてくれ見て見ぬふりをしてて my really need you A.S.A.P 未熟な行いで今、迎え撃ちたくて Pareciendo que no hubiera perdido nada - Un dolor fantasma Incluso ahora lo único que queda es el calor de un sofocante verano ��No puedo parar! Incluso si mi inmadurez se descontrola por favor déjame solo, finge que no has visto nada Realmente te necesito, lo antes posible Con mi conducta inmadura, ahora quiero lanzar una emboscada 計画的じゃない　壊れてもいない 僕のための理想を見つけなけりゃ 太陽のない今を投げ出しそうになる 演じてはいない操られてもない 言葉の裏に隠されそうになる to the true this your behind 追い風の味を知らない Ni está planeado, ni se está viniendo abajo Tengo que encontrar un ideal que me funcione o estaré a punto de deshacerme de este sombrío día actual No estoy actuando, por lo menos no tampoco estoy siendo manipulado Estoy a punto de esconderme tras palabras "Para el verdadero tú que está detrás" No conozco el sabor del viento a favor 心のどこかで成れないものがあることを 知っている(知っていた) 短い命の中で 苦汁を飲んで 酸いも甘いも越え 知ったかぶっていた 貴方に逢うまでの 僕の夢(ソラ)は淀み灰の色だった En alguna parte de mi corazón, hay cosas en las que no me pude convertir Lo sé (ya lo sabía) En mi corta vida tragué las experiencias amargas, superé tanto lo dulce como lo amargo fingía saberlo todo hasta que te conocí Mis sueños se volvieron color ceniza 愛してくれよ 見えてる世界を 今の僕のありのままを、等身大を 望むままの生を好きなようにしな 端の男そんな恰好(もん)はゴミ箱 変で居れば身近な世界に 心が踊り出して想像の先の未来で Ámame - El mundo que veo; el yo exactamente como soy ahora, el yo real Haz lo que quieras con tu vida, lo que desees ¿Ser un hombre igual que todos los demás? No querría presenciar tal basura Si seguimos siendo raros, en este mundo familiar, nuestros corazones comenzarán a bailar en un futuro que nosotros imaginaremos 羽を持ち、舞い上がる Esperando alas, me alzo en el aire

[scithemodestmermaid]

here’s two ocean-themed games that released/release in June that you absolutely need to play:

South Scrimshaw Part One is Samson & Sally IN SPACE.  Its a kinetic novel speculative biology documentary about a Brillo whale (looks like a sperm whale, acts like an ecosystem) and follows its life and trauma from birth to adolescence while also highlighting the rest of the alien sea and the humans who have moved in.  lots of lore drenched in real-life biology.  Also its free.  So really, there’s no excuse.

Dave the Diver technically went up for sale back in 2022 but it is leaving early access in a few days so I am counting it as a 2023 release.  You’re a big snuggly guy who scuba dives during the day and helps run a sushi bar at night.  There’s also a weird sea that changes its layout, a variety of fish that absolutely should not be edible but are, and a humorous story that goes in weird places.  It combines 2D and 3D in a beautiful way and has a surprisingly deep amount of gameplay for such a simple looking game.  Its cozy and cute.

These two games are so good that I am considering cancelling Springtime at Shoreline because I honestly don’t think it will ever capture the beauty of life I see in the water the way these two games do.  But screw it, I’m going to keep going because I want to reach greatness like this but with my own style.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

We couldn't go five fucking minutes without seein' his accursed brillo-clad head on the goddamn TV.

Good riddance to utter and complete garbage, an absolute blight on the human race!

what a headline

[atomytlaxcala2024]

• MASCARILLA NOCHE DE ORO DE 24K ATOMY

•Absolute CellActive Almight CodeTM ¡Que rápida y precisa apuntan a las zonas problemáticas de la piel! Usar agua de azafrán para mejorar la calidad del sueño y el estado de ánimo, y también para ayudar a mejorar la textura de la piel ¡Saffran es la especia más cara del mundo! ¡Tiene la tecnología que estabiliza firmemente el oro de 24K! ¡Entrega oro de 24K distribuido uniformemente directamente a la piel para poderosos efectos! ¡Mejoría estadísticamente significativa a través de pruebas clínicas! Mejoras en:

✓Brillo de la piel

✓Arrugas

✓Elasticidad

✓Densidad de piel

✓Barrera de la piel

✓Hidratante de la piel

[lotlvision]

Benidorm Fest First Listen!

1. Almácor - "Brillos Platino" This is really fun! Is it a Eurovision song? Not really. It's a fun, summery, party number - it'll go down a treat with audiences but doesn't have anything really standing out to me. The ending feels a bit abrupt, as well. 7/10

2. Angy Fernández - "Sé quién soy" OH THIS IS A BOP! It's good in the opening, but then the chorus HITS YOU! This is going to be so fun to see translated onto stage, I would be very happy with this showing up to Malmo! 8.5/10

3. Dellacruz - "Beso en la mañana" This one feels like another pop song, but not as fun as Almácor's. It just feels like it falls a little bit flat compared to the first two. It picks up a bit in the last 10 seconds, but it just feels out of place. 5/10

4. Jorge González - "Caliente" I'm not gonna lie, the photo of him is VERY distracting. They looked at me first. The like, three lines of English in the song are a little off-putting. They don't add anything to the song. It's a different style though, and I like that! Also the beat does feel like, if it wins, we're getting our first male edition of Fuego. Eleni Foureira, the impact you made on this competition will never be forgotten! 7/10

5. Lérica - "Astronauta" With a title like that, this song has some incredible staging potential. The way the song is, I'm worried it won't live up to it. I'm getting Avicii, Bastille, summer 2013 vibes from this song. I like it, but probably not for Eurovision. 6/10

6. Mantra - "Me vas a ver" This is a feel good song, through and through. A fun beat, great voices, nothing standing out to me really - it's not going to win, but it'll be a fun song to get people dancing! This is going on a guilty pleasure playlist, for sure 7/10

7. Marlena - "Amor de verano" I WAS VIBING UNTIL I HEARD THE ENGLISH UGH. It's not my usual type of song, but it's easy enough to nod along to it. The two lines of English in every chorus don't do anything for it. 6/10

8. María Peláe - "Remitente" Okay so this version is 4:33, so obviously the entry will be shortened. Not for me. Unsurprising since I didn't like Eaea last year. I am just not a fan of this style (and given Blanca's placing, I can't see a vocally similar act going in 2024). 5/10 9. Miss Caffeina - "Bla bla bla" Another song that just feels like it falls a bit flat. It's not *bad*, it's just not got anything special about it that endears you to it. Feels more Ibiza than Benidorm. 5/10

10. Nebulossa - "Zorra" Their outfits alone have me intrigued. This SCREAMS 80s guilty pleasure, I hope the staging is going to be as cheesy and crazy as it is in my mind. Is it the best song? No. Could it be the best performance? Absolutely. 8/10

11. Noan - "Te echo de -" Oh I don't like his voice. Please, sir, just clear your throat. I could enjoy the song in a world where it wasn't so damn raspy, but the way it is just really bothers me. I understand it's a stylistic choice, it's not for me. 5/10

12. Quique Niza - "Prisionero" This is the first song that feels ballad-y so far, so it does stand out a bit. I'm not hugely excited by it, but it will probably have some very good staging. I think live vocals will improve this one a lot, but right now it's a bit plain. 6.5/10

13. Roger Padrós - "El temps" I see they saved the ballads for last! Ballads are usually too plain for me - special ballads will grow on me with time. This is not one of those. 5/10

14. Sofia Coll - "Here to stay" IMMEDIATE CHILLS. This is immediately special. I'm willing to forgive the English. There's Catalan so it evens out. It's the first song that really feels EUROVISION. I hope the staging lives up to it and the whole package is winning material. 9/10

15. St. Pedro - "Dos Extraños (Cuarteto de Cuerda)" This is coffee shop jazz. This is not a compliment. This gives me Salvador Sobral vibes, and I STILL hold a grudge against Portugal because of that man. 3/10

16. Yoly Saa - "No se me olvida" The beginning is a bit boring, but I LOVE the chorus. It scratches my brain right, and it makes the build worth it. 8/10

[divine-bloodlines]

Finally caught a screening of BlacKkKlansman.

Hey you know what’s a good fucking movie?

BlacKkKlansman

[undeadhousewife]

In fact Mr Clean is one of my least favorite brands. They are too dense and though last longer, harder to sanitize and get funky/mildewy faster than the cheaper, thinner ones. If you can I highly recommend either the target store brand (the regular ones not the textured ones) or Daiso brand.

What to use them for? Well if you have sticky baked on grease on surfaces you can't take an SOS or brillo pad* to, then this is the sponge to use. It also is great for getting baked on food off dishes like egg, cheese, pasta sauce etc. Soap scum in your shower or to clean up the white rubber soles of your shoes.

*I absolutely stand by the use of brillo or SOS pads. Seen more as a old fashion item they absolutely make quick work as long as the surface isn't a nonstick pan or easily scratched. I use them in my stainless pans and pots, sink and Pyrex baking pans.

[wetgeliscasualinterval]

“Madame X - Eine absolute Herrscherin” (1977) by Ulrike Ottinger

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[heuristicallyinclined]

Because you wrote about Yleeda in the tags "recieving knitwear from her is the highest compliment" how would something knit for her other quads besides kismesis look like? And is there a way for MSPR to platonically befriend their way into some awesome knitwork?

I would say it's a sign of general closeness and not just locked to people she's romantically interested in. Friends of hers in the past have gotten goods from her too. For example @/kurohaai's Ofelia got a knit spa headband from her to keep her bangs back when doing skincare. Mspar is well on their way to earning a sweater. With their much smaller size it would be a pretty quick side project. After all, in the cold of space they need to keep their circuits insulated for optimal function. Or something.

But now you got me thinking about knitwear and quadrants, so here we go.

Red: Similar to pitch in which you get an incredibly well made sweater, but instead of being extremely aware of it on you the entire time, you get the platonic ideal of a sweater. It's warm and comfortable in an unobtrusive way that you notice the absence of much more once you take it off than when you have it on.

Pale: Something that's also cozy but different in that you're aware of its presence. It has a comfortable weight to it that reminds you that it's there. I know knitting a blanket is absolute hell, but I like the idea of her making a weighed blanket for her pale quadmate.

Ashen: The "get along sweater" lmao. More seriously though, probably something that comes in a set with their colors, be it socks, gloves, or some hat and scarf set. It's a very physical representation of things needing to work together to be cohesive/productive.

Pitch: A impeccably made sweater. Not a single stitch out of place. It's gorgeous and clearly took a lot of work to make and the craftsmanship reflects very well on her. That being said it is profoundly uncomfortable and you're going to have to suffer if you want to enjoy it. Whatever brillo pads are made of, she took the spun version of that and went hard.