#amazingly useful

[pratchettquotes]

"Tea's up, sir," said Polly. Tea was an amazingly useful thing. It gave you the excuse to talk to anyone.

Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment

[smallpwbbles]

Let Prime continue to make Shadow crazy as hell and bite the tech off Sonics hands like IS HE OKAY

[supersoftly]

The Fly 1986 is a great movie, but when Brundle states that his telepod isn't worthwhile until he can teleport living matter, I'm like 'bitch you fo real?!' You'd eliminate the cost of transportation for literally EVERYTHING ELSE. Do people understand how expensive shit is half the time because you got to get it on a boat, on a truck, on a plane, in a car and that's if it even stays fresh and/or intact the whole way? Emergency drops? Bam, medical supplies and equipment. Need to build a house? Boom, wood and steel. Oh no you forgot your wallet at home? Sike, I'll just teleport it. Like damn Mister Brundle, think of the logistics you dummy! Homer Simpson figured out how the common man would use it more than you did bro!

[24601orwhatever]

NICK REHBERGER AS JAVERT

i'll see that justice is done 📷: @medium-observation

[kottkrig]

as June's summer-themed trading post has become available on retail, Sid's power level has reached maximum capacity and he is henceforth unstoppable

[evelynpr]

Zhongli for the Genshin ask game please!

Genshin Character Ask game: Zhongli <3

There are entire several page long essays about the cultural inspirations of his character, stories, design, everything. Imo, he is Genshin's favorite in terms of level of cultural inspiration and pride to this day. You can read about a lot of them here!

One of these is his left thumb ring, which is called a 韘 / Shè in ancient China, and 扳指 / Bān Zhǐ now, implying he can shoot arrows with his left hand!

The English translation did not do justice for a number of translations in his 2nd Story Quest, which you can read about here!

Most notably, Azdaha (aka Re Tuo in Chinese), wrote a whole poem about just how amazing Morax is, and that the title of the question "No Mere Stone" is also inspired by a Chinese poem: "我心匪石 不可转也, 我心匪席 不可卷也"

[funkbun]

TOP TEN BUGSNAX HIDDEN SECRETS AND FUN FACTS:

Some totally WILD things that YOU might have never known about BUGSNAX!

1. The first Bugsnak created was Rootle, as confirmed in some 2019 interviews with Young Horses. It was also supposed to be the mascot for the series, but Paletoss was the far more cuter mascot.

2. Grumpuses as a species are just genetically modified humans, created eons ago (2016). They were all told to leave Earth, and now all live on the planet the game takes place on. This will be a major plotpoint in Bugsnax 5: We Know The Bugs Are Parasites Again, coming out in 2040.

3. If you jump over the shorter grumpuses (Gramble, Beffica, Wambus, etc), your friendship points with them will go down, and you'll get a stern talking to. Be nice!!!!!!!

4. The player can actually solve the Frosted Peak door puzzle before Major Celebration. Doing this makes 75% of the late game events completely useless, and most of the grumpuses have a high chance of dying. But HEY, you get to find Lizbert!

5. When searching through the game files, you can find models meant for every type of bug and every type of snack that shows up in this game as Bugsnax. Next to Bunger's model files, for example, you'll be able to see a fully modeled cheeseburger and rhinoceros beetle. Really shows you how dedicated these devs were!

6. Cromdo is gay

7. Much like the hidden Triplicate Message in Boiling Bay before the Isle of Bigsnax dlc, when you click Triffany's photobook in her and Wambus' hut, you'll get a message saying "Bronica's Tragic Awful Backstory Is NOT Finished, Now PLEASE Look Away!!!" with a silhouette of Bronica's sticker next to it.

8. The game was set to be released all the way back in 2007, but it was pushed back because Adolescent Horses couldn't figure out what the name for that silly blue guy should be. They went through hundreds, possibly thousands of name choices all those years, but couldn't find one that truly fit that guy. In November 2020, just 2 days before the game released, they got it! They're gonna name that blue guy Philbo.

9. The real villain of the game is that one Flamin' Cheepoof found in Boiling Bay. It may not seem obvious to you, but after listening to what those Old Horses have to say, you'll get it.

10. On the first day of the fourth month of the year 2024, some person with a blog will give out some strange but interesting information about Bugsnax. Don't know why they all waited four years to reveal this information, but whatever.

The TOTALLY REAL and RELIABLE sources for all of these facts have all been compiled into THIS VIDEO! Wow!

[ancha-aus]

DoubleNoot AU Drabble - Bright Morning

Welcome back to another installment! this time we see the start of a new day with our lovely family who suddenly aqcuired a child and will have to figure out how to take care of him. Now wiht a slightly less confused Nightmare.

Last Time on DoubleNoot Adventures! Corrupt spend a while thinking about what the new situations is as Nightmare slept peacefulyl next to him. His mates joined Corrupt before he could spiral.

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Nightmare hums sleepily. He is slightly confused. The ground is never this soft and he doesn't feel that branch poke him in the ribs. He also can't feel his mother or brother near but... he isn't alone.

Being alone means danger as that is when the villagers come to hurt him. To hurt him and punish him for everything that goes wrong in their lives. Nightmare is still not sure how he could have caused some of them to get sick or even die. But the villagers always say it is his fault so maybe it is?

But he isn't alone.

It is warm and comfortable and he hears others breathing nearby as he snuggles into whatever he is laying against. It is warm and just feels familiar.

He would love to keep sleeping for longer but he needs to wake up. He has the tree to protect and if Dream is already out it is a matter of time before they come.

He yawns as he rubs his sockets. He takes his time to stretch along the soft thing circling him. Before trying to sit up.

Keyword. Try.

Because he just.. can't get his limps do push himself up. He can't figure out how to make everything work and move... huh?

He opens his sockets and pauses. That... that is a ceiling? He never sleeps inside though? why is there a ceiling?

Nightmare looks around and spots the dark tentacle around him. Sees where it is lit up such a pretty cyan where he is touching it.

and he remembers.

remembers all about well... yesterday aparently.

Nightmare turns his skull to the other side and spots Corrupt. sound asleep and his tentacles all around. One is circling himself but the other three are all connected to those skeletons that Nightmare met the day before.

Right... Corrupt loved them a lot. Nightmare had held the adoration they all shared between one another. It was so deep and all consuming that Nightmare couldn't help but stare and watch the skeletons. How could monsters feel such strong emotions the whole time and just feel okay?

Nightmare shoots Corrupt another look and tilts his skull. Nightmare isn't sure why he trusts the other so much. He just. He could feel the honesty. the care. How could Nightmare not believe that honesty?

It makes it even stranger that Dream dislikes Corrupt so much. Drema should have felt the same right? felt that corrupt was honest and meant everything? that corrupt loved deeply? that... that when corrupt spoke about hurting Nightmare he only felt grief, regret and sad?

why would Dream not see that? He always saw the best in those villagers.

...

Seems like Dream can excuse the actual people hurting and killing him but someone stepping in to continue his duty is a step too far...

Nightmare's soul hurts with that thought but before he can even consider what to do the tentacle wraps tighter around him and Corrupt mutters unhappily as he pulls him closer.

He is embraced by all that love and care all over again and Nightmare guiltily leans fully into the hold. Trying to soak everything up. Even if it isn't meant for him.

Them inviting him to stay had been a shock. and Now that Nightmare had time to really think about it since just ending up on their couch. He is so lucky they are willing to let him stay. Especially as people tend to hate him.

He had tried so ahrd to be friendly and be right and normal. But it is so hard. Becuase Corrupt would just read him and help him feel easy and then Nightmare starts to pay attention to how Corrupt feels and it just... is nice. So nice and safe.

The other skeletons are... weird but nice he thinks. They are so different than the people he is used to.

Nightmare hears a yawn and stays frozen. That is the one with black tears. He is sitting up and yawning? BUt Ngihtmare thought this was Corrupt's room and-

Oh. Of course. they are like. together together. Wait are they married? Nightmare knows the villagers did a marriage thing but did corrupt marriage these four? wait can that many people marry one another?

Ngihtmare wishes Dream was here. Dream knew these type of things but well... Dream doesn't like Corrupt of the other skeletons aparently-

"oh shit- I mean hi."

Nightmare blinsk and looks up to see the one wiht black tears staring at him. Seemingly frozen met stretch as he stares at him.

Nightmare leans further intot he tentacle "... hi... Killer?" right?

Maybe Killer blinks before smilign brightly and laying back down. He pulls a pillow over and lays on it with his skull and they can just see each other over the edge "that is me." he grins "How was your first night here tiny nightlight?"

Nightmare searches for the right words. He can't jsut say this is the best sleep he has had for a long time. That he feels warm and nice and comfortable. That is weird... He only just got here. Nightmare realises he has been quiet for way to long and mutters a quick answer "It was nice."

Killer grins and nods "Yeah I know. Moon's bed is so comfy and nice." he sighs happily.

Nightmare frowns "Why do you call him that?" Corrupt's name is corrupt right? wait "why do you keep calling me nightlight. I am nightmare." he waits for him to talk about how his name is wrong or a bad omen or-

Killer snorts "yeah i know. but that is why nicknames are for little moondrop." he grins "I give nicknames to everyone. same for big guy."

Nightmare blinks but shoots the giant with the cracked skull a look. Horror right?

Killer grins and nods.

Ngihtmare looks away embarrassed. How did he notice his glance? Was he that obvious- no wait. didn't Corrupt say that they were all very observant? oh no they will realise something is wrong with him even quicker! What does he do?!

The tentacle tightens around him again as Killer makes soft hushing noises "ssh shsh it is okay. i know it is still strange. Everything is new and scary and we are a lot." he smiles "But you are you like Moon is moon. it will be okay."

Nightmare turns a bit clsoer to the tendril. feeling safe with a cyan light shining from it. he traces a few of the swirls and feels a bit better. They are connected. their magic works together. so even if he is weird they will accept him right? because the love Corrupt so much, and nightmare is connected to Corrupt in some way.

Or would they end up hating him because they fear he took power from him?

Killer sighs "Corrupt's magic is always so fucking pretty. Oh shit don't tell the others I cursed near you."

Ngihtmare shoots him a look and looks at the cyan himself "It is very pretty..." he likes cyan. It is a nice colour. Not like his ugly purple. Everyone agreed his magic was pale and seemed darker. Not shining like his brother had had. Dream had the most beautiful magic and Nightmare always wished his own had been more like Dream's.

Killer nods "It is gorgeous. The blue is so pretty and it is always atreat when he see it." he grins at him "Do you also have cyan?"

Nightmare freezes and shakes his skull. He doens't. No use to lie.

Killer looks excited "oh which colour is it?"

Ngihtamre shrugs before he mutters "it isn't pretty like Corrupt's." there. That should do it right? No need to pay attention to it. Maybe this way he doens't ever have to show it and can jsut enjoy the bright shine he helps bring out in Corrupt's magic!

Killer jsut looks excited "Oh i am sure it is pretty. like all magic is pretty." he grins.

Ngihtmare shurgs as he just lays further against Corrupt. feeling safe there. He is safe there. Corrupt promised he would be safe.

Kilelr frowns at him and Nightmare immediantly looks away. Oh no. Did... did he make a mistake by dodging the question? did he mess up? did... did refusing make him angry?

"hi." Ngihtmare can't help but flinch before feeling bad about doing that. Killer is speaking softly as he looks at him "it is okay... I am sorry if i pushed... my mates often tell me I can get too excited and I am not the best at noticing boundaries." he grins and winks with his tongue sticking out "you can just tell me to shut up or leave you alone okay? I get it. No hard feelings."

Ngihtmare jsut stares at the other. partly shock and partly disbelieve. really? he won't get mad if nightmare says no? or tells him to leave? Nightmare finds that hard to believe.

Suddenly a hand appears and tugs Killer's blanket over his skull. Killer yelps as Dust sits up wiht a yawn and annoyed look "You woke me Killer." and he pushes him over. He glances at Nightmare before frowning at Killer "And give him some space. he is still new."

Killer pouts at Dust "I am great to new people."

Dust looks unamused "I was new once. I disagree."

Ngihtmare watches them interact. They are talking and killer pouts and dust looks annoyed but neither actually feel sad or mad. Just. familiarity. This is normal? they always do this?

Dust looks at Ngihtmare "How did you sleep?"

Ngihtmare shrugs and mutters "it was nice." this answer worked last time.

Dust yawns "That is good. We thought maybe sleeping somewhere new woudl make it hard for you to rest."

see? it is weird he would have been relaxed and felt safe. it is good he just said nice and-

"We hoped of course you would sleep well. But new places can awlays be a bit rough." Dust stretches and scoots to the side of the bed only to pause. he glances down and ngihtmare checks as well. it is a tentacle wrapped around him.

Dust hums "Seems like it is nap time." and he just lays back and clsoes his sockets again.

Nightmare blinks as Killer snorts and hugs the other "sounds like a plan." and he gets comfortable. Neither actually fall asleep as they just start to have quiet conversations.

Ngihtmare goes back to leaning against Corrupt as he listens. something about a game they played and one of the cheating. then about some trip and later about chores.

It is nice. It is just background noise.

Corrupt stirs and hums as he opens his sockets.

Ngithmare watches as Corrupt spots him. Corrupt freezes for a moment with clear confusion before it changes to understanding and then-

nightmare feels hismelf relax. the warm look of before is back.

Maybe things will be oaky. The skeletons are nice and Corrupt still wants him around.

And if he is even half as safe as Corrupt promised than he will be more than happy to stay as long as Corrupt lets him.

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Next part

[moki-dokie]

genuinely love how hard the republicans are floundering to the point they're saying the quiet parts out loud by trying to make "tampon tim" a bad thing.

meanwhile, literally everyone else finds that name to be a badge of honor for him. you mean there's an old white guy that actually gives a shit about menstrual hygiene for kids?? fuck YEAH dude lets fucking GOOO

also i'm not sure there's been another candidate out there who went so hard as to cheekily reference his opponent is a couch fucker at his very first rally. this man is locked and fucking loaded. pulling out those ted lasso vibes and frankly i'm here for it

[overly-verbose]

I'm just thinking that Uraume is a great cook, but the real masterpieces are made up of people. I understand that Sukuna will be a little uncomfortable eating people's kebabs (that usually scares teenagers, you know). BUT. The moral mobility of His Evil Majesty's mentality simply says to me: Find the enemy, and the big guy will finally get a nice meal. He worked so hard, he deserves dinner. ("Fu_k, Marry, Eat" game. Start). SO. ONE DAY. People tempura — yes or no? How much Curse is in our King?

Uraume is indeed a great cook, ridiculously even lol

- I mean afaik it's canon that, whilst human meat is supposedly difficult to prepare well, they managed to do it; which is one of the main reasons why Sukuna kept them around aside from the fact that they're a powerful sorcerer lol

(he most probably liked the unaltered taste by itself too (he did in my Series Canon for sure), but Uraume made it additionally enjoyable - so for Mr. I Do What I Want it was definitely a unique plus lol)

As for SIkuna eating people, hmm

Although he's pretty deeply in denial about it, he doesn't actually directly feel anything negative at the prospect

(as showed in Part 4, he actually found the little taste of Yuji's blood he got by accident ridiculously enjoyable, if in terms of Identity Issues and 'Ah Shit That's The Kid's Blood' extremely distressing as well. What a fun combination)

- it's Everything Else around it that makes him uneasy; like the fact that he Knows It's Wrong, The Kids Would Most Freaking Likely Not Like it, and just overall the Character Dissonance he feels about it all

because how the fuck can he be a protective inner marshmallow that would just like to hug the kids, and give them headpats, and heal their wounds, and just overall take care of them as best as he can 🥺

and someone that gets absolutely freaking giddy at the idea and acts of violence and bloodshed (as long as it doesn't involve Some People but especially if it involves Other Ones) at the same time y'know?

(sorry bro, you're not gonna get any less contradictory anytime soon if ever - have fun being yourself, whatever that means, lol

Complex characterisation and all that ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

But returning to the topic; I won't say anything about further down the timeline

(he might, he might not, who knows, probably not in a way that would upset the kids too much if anything but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

but there is this one particular, hm, person that would fit all boxes in terms of being a mostly guiltless but still tasty snack, though not as tasty as possible, who miight be meeting him relatively soon (how??)

- and SIkuna wouldn't even need to break any promises with Yuji (oop spoiler 👀) to indeed have a spooky snack!

So, before anything as sophisticated as tempura - there may be moreso sashimi :] *HeeHee HoHo's a bit as lighting strikes in the background and I comically jump in surprise because wtf the sky's clear-????*

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[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

ok this is a deeply deeply weird manifesto and i'm sorry but i feel suddenly very burdened to say it so. if you felt like we were friends and i unfollowed you, this is for you. (don't be scared this is not about problems with anyone this is just my mess. that I think is ok to have which is why I'm talking about it)

so I joined tumblr in 2020 when a) the world was isolated b) I had just moved to a new city and was living alone taking Zoom classes in my apartment. what started as a mindless distraction became such a lifeline of connection and friendship! and still such a support as things started to open back up and get busier in 2021, when I was teaching and in class in person but still struggling for close in-person friendships. I know the group dynamic on here has shifted a number of times, as some of you probably experienced from various vantage points. my use of tumblr has shifted too, on and off, as I've needed different things out of it and been in different spiritual and emotional states. and I've kind of come to realize that I probably threw myself in too eagerly in some ways. it was so exciting to have actual friends on here and for them to actually turn into friends in person, that honestly I maybe prized that dynamic too much for what it symbolized over actually valuing the people. I'm sorry for doing that.

anyway, that worked fine for a bit, but as (glory be to God) I've become much more plugged into my in-person community in the last couple years, I've felt more and more emotionally strained. I've taken up a new attitude towards my family that's much more in line with God, but also much more draining as it means I have to just pour out in prayer and love and wait with patient sorrow over some things rather than fighting and defending my perspective as always right and necessary; and then there's the church-related grief my family has gone through over the last year. I've had a very delicate and difficult friendship that pulled up a lot of unresolved stuff from a college situation and felt endlessly wearying at times. I've had another issue from college recur in a way I thought had been healthily resolved years ago. I've had this whole roommate marriage situation that as y'all know is a very weird trial and pressure. My church has been dealing with a strange and tough ongoing struggle that was already stressing me out before I started working there. My small group has been amazing and I've loved connecting with and relying on them more, but that connection also means more fully bearing the griefs of a lot of different people dealing with the different struggles of life. My advisor situation has been so weird and tough, making my academic work really hard, and then this recent church work has been fulfilling but physically and often mentally exhausting. My future location, work, and community is up in the air after a few years of stability. (I really didn't mean to make this a recitation of my woes, but honestly it's really helpful to see it all written out here; helps explain my deep deep exhaustion, I guess.)

If I ever followed you on tumblr, I love you. In a number of different ways. I feel fondness at the thought of you and at your presence; I want to know you more fully; I desire the good for you; and I find my well-being to be, at least a little bit, tied up with yours. That last one is the rub. As I'm sorting through all the callings and duties in my life, trying to identify what counts as changing my tires versus what wears my tires out, I've found that my tumblr dashboard can switch back and forth very unpredictably between one thing and the other. Often it's a delight to come on here and find my friends and the cool things we're showing each other and the joys and sorrows and goofy moments of our lives! But at other times, when what I desperately need is an escape and rest and humor to provide solace from in-person cares, I find myself pricked all over again by the sorrow of the world and the stress of sin--or even just irritated by stuff I find irrelevant or disagree with or don't want to be reminded of.

To be clear, I'm not saying anyone's doing anything wrong on here. The opposite; I love the freedom y'all have to seek out what helps you, whether that's a lot of facts and ideas or a lot of goofy content or recipes or weird TV or music or venting about life or seeking prayer or advice! We all have the freedom and responsibility to determine how to use the tools we have to aid us in pursuing the good, whether the good is a quick laugh or building up virtue. But I think for me, at this point in my life, my duty and calling has swung back towards my in-person connections in a variety of ways, and I have to honor that.

The lie of infinity that the internet offers is just that--a lie. for me, that lie right now is being laid bare in my inability to have infinite care for everyone whose path I cross. I could follow everyone on here whom I'm endeared to, could keep messaging and replying and building relationships, but it would be a lie to think I can offer that love and care to everyone I would like to. In-person friendships are limited by physical proximity and time; online friendships can't be unlimited either. I need to apologize for acting as though they could be, and committing myself beyond my limits; but also, my life has really changed, and I'm not going to be caught either by the lie that online is only worthwhile if it's permanent.

I want to be clear that I value the connections I've had with you. I've loved exchanging mail and phone calls, messaging fun things back and forth, being online at the same time or learning about your day after the fact. Please know, also, that I have gone to war in prayer for you, and I continue to do so. I wish that I knew how to love widely without feeling pulled apart and worn down, by difference and sorrow and sin (mine and yours). I hope God is sanctifying me toward that end. But right now I'm fairly convinced I need to honor my calling to in-person friendships; I need to protect my mind and heart from even little pricks and distractions, so that I can keep my desires in order and use my energy for prayer and Scripture and to do good work and love the people God's made my physical neighbors. I really do love you, and I wish we had infinite time to talk and think together. I'm so excited to be with y'all in heaven forever. And who knows--maybe my life will shift yet again (it's looking likely) and I'll have a ton of spare energy and love and will come sheepishly back looking to connect with you again. We'll see. You deserve love and attention and connection, in person and online, and I'm sorry that--at least as it feels to me--I held out the promise of giving you that and then had to withdraw it.

so. there's all that. My dash is super quiet these days, thwarting my dopamine search but pushing me towards texting friends, towards meditating more fully on Scripture, towards praying over my work and burdens. I hope you can understand and maybe even be glad that, God willing, this is how I'm able and needing to work for the kingdom right now. love you love you

[astralhope]

Some out of focus images of a cutie pie

[hizerain]

i'm not really on here anymore, or any virtual platform for that matter. The past few months have been tumultous and I have changed, fundamentally, intensely, a deliberate effort to rebuild and reshape the clay of the earth.

I've reached a greater level of mathematical maturity through ego reduction, I've found an undocumented life to be better, for me. Above all, I've decided the self is a network, it's always moving. Who I am cannot be reduced, it cannot be simplified, it is what I do and what I do is all encompasing and ever changing.

[emily-mooon]

You know when I hear people say they want more messy relationships in ST, I’m tempted to point my finger to the corner where Stonathan sits.

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

Oh some of you are actually fucking horrible people.

In what world is it okay to degrade someone for their looks???

If you don’t like a character, an actor, a writer, anyone, fine.

But you don’t fucking degrade them for their looks???

[lilidawnonthemoon]