#and as i went to go buy it i had an epiphany

[dawntheduckrb]

Game acquired >:)

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[lustfulslxt]

Hii! Would you be willing to write a part two of “polaroids” where matt finds another polaroid of the picture without her face showing and is like “damn chris shes hot” and he gets jealous and realizes hes in love with reader and asks her to be his gf and when she says yes he takes like a candid polaroid of them

Polaroid Pt. 2 - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : suggestive ?? mentions of sex and masturbation

Polaroid Pt. 1

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Chris’ POV

I was currently getting out of the shower, drying off when I heard the front door slam, indicating Matt and Nick were now home. They had just gone to the store, so I used the free time to get myself off.

I loved beating my dick to the polaroids of Y/N. She was so fine and yummy, she just looked so amazing all of the time. Sometimes I get hard at the simple thought of her. Thinking about her makes my stomach twist, an unusual feeling brewing inside of me.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I make my way back out to my bedroom. Without paying much attention, I head to my dresser to grab boxers.

“Who is this girl, Christopher?” Matt’s voice calls out, making me jump in fear because I hadn’t realized he was even in the room.

I look over and noticed he was going through the small stack of polaroids I had taken of Y/N. My eyes widened in panic, realizing that if he continued, he would come across some with her face revealed. I quickly ran over to him and snatched them up, holding them against me.

“Jesus kid! Chill out would you? She’s hot as fuck though, I’d smash.” He grins, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Can you fucking not? Why do you have to be weird as fuck about it?” I retort, now feeling quite a bit annoyed.

“What the fuck’s your problem? I thought you said you just got them with merch?” Matt asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I felt my ears getting hot, now being put on the spot. I wasn’t sure what to say, but it was clear that my previous explanation was a lie.

"I did. They came with my black playboy shirt." I continued the lie, hoping he would buy it.

"Then why are you getting so bent over them? So what I think she's sexy? You don't even know her." He says.

"She's mine!" I bite back, feeling even more frustrated with him.

"Chris, who is she really?" He asks again, staring at me expectantly.

As he just looks at me, waiting for an answer, I can't help but let my thoughts run. Why was I getting so mad over this? Sure, it's annoying, but it's more than that. The thought of anyone wanting Y/N made me sick to my stomach. I didn't want anyone to have her, I wanted her all to myself.

I want to be the one to make her smile. I want to be the one to get to listen to her laugh at all hours of the night. I want to be the one to buy her gifts and take her on dates. I want to be the one to make her cum and have her moaning my name. I want to be the one she loves, like she's the one I love.

That's when it dawned on me; I'm in love with her. I'm so mad about Matt being attracted to her because I'm jealous. I'm jealous because I'm in love with her.

"Hello? You've just had an epiphany." Matt states, waving his hand in front of my face.

"What?" I ask, confusion ridden in my entire facial expression.

"You just realized something. Don't even try to deny it, it's written all over your face. What is it?"

After a pause, I couldn't help the smile that turned my lips upright, "I'm in love."

-

It's been two days since I realized I was in love with Y/N, and she was currently on her way over right now. I was a little nervous if I was being honest. I planned on asking her to be my girlfriend today, I even got her flowers just for it.

Matt was able to pry out the truth from me, so he now knows about me and Y/N. He immediately stopped with the remarks towards the polaroids of her, and he promised to keep our secret. I didn't want anyone knowing anything yet, in case everything went sideways.

Part of me was terrified that she didn't feel the same way as me, but the other part was convinced she couldn't fake things between us. I just hope that part was correct.

A couple of soft knocks pulled me from my thoughts. As I looked up to my bedroom door, Y/N came walking in. She looked stunning. Even though she was in sweats and a hoodie, she still looked breathtaking, and I couldn't get enough of her.

I walked over to her, admiring the bright smile that rose to her lips. I sighed, pulling her into my arms and resting my cheek on her head. She immediately melted into my embrace, making me feel warm inside.

"Hi, love." She greets, her words muffled into my chest.

"Hey, princess." I respond, planting a small kiss on her head.

I knew it was about that time; I have to confess my feelings for her. It was making me so nervous; I could feel my heart beating slightly faster.

"I missed you." She said, breaking away from our hug, before standing on her tiptoes to plant a soft kiss to my lips.

"I missed you more." I smile at her, before my eyes flicker to my dresser. "I, uh. I actually got you something."

"Oh really?" She questions, surprise evident on her face.

I nod, stepping around her and grabbing the bouquet of assorted flowers from the top of my dresser. I turn around with my hand held out, holding them in her direction. Her eyes widened as she took them in her hands.

"Thank you." She smiles, smelling them. "What are these for though?"

"About that.." I trailed off, now feeling more anxious than ever.

"What's up, love?" She asks, encouraging me to speak to her.

"Well, it's a funny story actually." I say, chuckling in an attempt to hide my nerves. "Well, you see, I'm in love with you."

When she stares at me with wide eyes, I swallow my pride and continue, "We've been messing around for a while now, but I've only just realized a few days ago that I don't want to just mess around. I want more with you, I want it all with you. And I never want to be without you. I don't mean to sound like a cornball, but it is what it is. I'm in love with you, kid."

By the time I finished talking, she had a wide smile plastered on her face. She placed the flowers back on my dresser, then swiftly pulled me into her as she pressed her lips onto mine.

My stomach fluttered with butterflies, finally fully accepting what was. We moved in perfect sync, nothing but love and passion between the both of us. We’ve kissed a million times, yet this was by far the best. It held everything in it.

She pulls away, her cheeks growing rosy as she bit her lip. “I was waiting for you to say that. Because I’m kind of like in love with you too.”

“Does this mean I can be your boyfriend then?” I ask her, a small smirk laying on my lips.

She shrugs, “I mean, I guess.”

Happy and joyous laughter escaped both of us as I pulled her into my arms. I couldn’t help but spin her around, incredibly eager to be able to call her mine. Once we pulled away from one another, she quickly grabbed the polaroid camera that was placed on my dresser beside the flowers.

“Shall we take a photo to replace the one in your wallet?” She asks, her lips holding a wide smile.

“I don’t know about replacing it, but we can definitely add to it.” I chuckle.

She grinned, hanging the camera to me. I pulled her into my side and brought her face to mine. As our lips met, she placed her hand on my face and I held the camera out and snapped a photo. The sound of the film printing rang through the air, yet she didn’t pull away. Instead, she deepened the kiss. After a long minute of passionately kissing, she pulls away yet kept her face right in front of mine.

“I do love you.” She whispers, as if to reassure me.

I give her a nod, the smile on my face unwavering. “I love you so much more.”

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a/n : not proofread! this was so sucky and short and rushed and i don’t like it.. but anyways, i hope you guys do lol! send in more reqs 🫶🏼 &&& don’t drag me into drama bc i hurt feelings over here 🥰

[boxturret]

QFTT Cliff Bug

Recently I was on a bit of a shopping spree, buying a ton of parts for rahi, and this store I was buying from happened to have the long thin panels in yellow so it got me thinking about the Cliff Bug again. Initially I was going to go with my older design, but then I recalled this other really great design by Schlelkohov on twitter which actually incorporates a play feature! The play feature was really tempting, but at the same time some of the design elements from my earlier one still felt right to me. Then I had a sudden epiphany and tore apart my Kewa.

And it worked beautifully. I felt very strongly about how I had done the front legs, even though that little connector hanging down didn't do anything, it just felt right from looking at the sprites. When I realised that they were the perfect place to attach a rubber band I knew I was on to something! I love those tiny 8 toothed gears, they're so useful, you can sneak them in to so many places.

I was away from my parts when I first had the idea so I basically built it entirely in my head. I guess I've 3d modelled all these parts so many times now they're just permanently in my brain. I was a bit worried about the clearance for the gear behind the eye bracket but once that worked out everything went together just as I had planned.

[mire1li]

Surprise Stars!

Robin had been preparing for her concert when, just 10 minutes beforehand, for some unknown reason, she fell unconscious. Luckily though, her manager had caught her and placed her on the couch in her dressing room.

When you, March and Dan Heng heard of the news from Aventurine, who got the information from god knows where, you and March essentially dragged Dan Heng to Robin’s dressing room, her manager pacing around when you three entered.

The manager watched you, confused and worried as she stopped moving, studying the three of you.

“Who…? Oh! You’re Robin’s friends…”

“Ah, yeah, we heard Robin fainted, is she alright?!?!” March immediately stepped forward, frantically, though took a moment to look around in adoration of the large room, seemingly forgetting of the current predicament, before snapping out of her thoughts and jogging over to the couch where Robin lay unconscious.

Robin’s manager shooed March away from Robin, claiming that ‘she shouldn’t be seen at such a vulnerable time’, albeit understandable, it also seemed rather unreasonable, though none of you questioned it.

“So… why are we here again?” Dan Heng chimed in, looking between both you and March for a reply.

“Uhh… well obviously we’re here to help!”

“We are?” You asked “How?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? I THOUGHT YOU ALSO HAD THIS IN MIND?”

“No???”

“Ah! You’re insufferable!” March sighed dramatically, turning away from the two of you.

“Okay… um… well, I don’t really see how you three could possibly be of help in this situation…”

The manager glanced towards the clock nervously, placing her hands over her face for a moment before looking back towards Robin, who looked as though she was taking a casual nap.

“Oh… yeah, uh… I didn’t really think this through… haha…” March chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck.

Soon enough, too much time had passed and the crowds were getting restless, causing the manager to panic and return to pacing the room, constantly looking back and forth between Robin and the ground.

"Ok… It's fine!" She exclaimed.

"I could… I could reschedule the show for tomorrow… uh… oh for- ok… I can't do that…" she rambled on and on, when you decided to propose a rather ludicrous idea.

"Ah… excuse me, what if we just… went on stage for Robin and called it an opening act?"

"What?"

"What?!"

"What."

The manager had stopped her pacing, glaring at you, as though you'd just suggested blowing up the entire place (though that wouldn't be too out of character for you). She sighed pinching her nose bridge.

"How ridiculous would that be? Absolutely no one would like that at all!"

"Hey! I'm only trying to help. Besides, you don't know that!" You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring right back at the unnecessarily hostile woman, though you assumed her stress was bringing about her attitude.

"Uh… I… didn't sign up for this..-"

"The trailblazer is always filled with such silly ideas haha! But I think it would be fun… and it could buy you time to wake up Robin!"

March added on, cutting off Dan Heng, clearly trying to rope him into this… impulsive idea, soon-to-be reality.

The manager groaned in irritation, falling back on the arm chair in the room.

"Fine. Fine. Do what you want, however, I'm not involved in this."

And so, there were the three of you, on the stage, dressed in fancy-ish dresses borrowed from Robin's wardrobe, wearing wigs, earrings, and other accessories to really sell the performance.

You tapped the microphone, testing it, causing the audience to go silent, before March stole the microphone from you.

She cleared her throat and confidently spoke into it.

"Hello! Uh… unfortunately, due to uh… technical difficulties Miss Robin's performance is scheduled for a bit later, but don't panic please! We'll be performing first until that time!"

Though, the crowd booed, unhappy with the sudden change, most of them went silent when she began speaking again.

"I'm… ah…" March glanced at you, before being hit by an epiphany.

"Oh! I'm April 1st!" she continued, striking a confident pose, leaving you and Dan Heng feeling… well, not pleased, but you guessed it was better than nothing.

March passed off the microphone to Dang Heng, who also cleared his throat before speaking, though when he did, you and March nearly died laughing on stage as he attempted to mimic a female voice, somehow sounding convincing enough to fool the crowd.

"I'm Cold Dragon Young.." He, or rather, 'she', introduced 'herself' as, trying to sound as gleeful as possible before immediately passing the microphone to you with a glare.

'Nobody forced you' you mouthed to him before introducing yourself as (your chosen name).

Then came the music, specifically "If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking". The three of you were aware it'd be best with just one singer but… three is always better than one, so if you mess up, at least you have the comfort of knowing you aren't alone!

You began singing the first verse of the song, doing the dance Robin would do at the beginning, though adding some of your own spark to it.

The chorus was sung by the three of you, though it was clear Dang Heng was beginning to struggle a bit, so you decided to give verse 2 to March.

Upon the arrival of the second chorus, you and March decided simultaneously to stay quiet and let Dan Heng take the spotlight, causing him to falter slightly and look at you two in an irritated manner, though continuing to sing.

Whilst you were all performing, Robin slowly began to gain consciousness, causing her manager to gasp and rush over to her.

"Robin! You're awake! Very good, alright, we have to get you ready, you go on in like a minute!"

The manager rushed Robin, though first letting the poor girl gain her footing whilst explaining everything that's happened thus far, though only about half of it registering in Robin's brain.

"Wait, hold on… what time is it…?" Robin asked, still disoriented and slightly shaky.

"Uh… well, the show started 3 minutes ago" Her manager repeated, handing her a glass of cold water, which Robin drank almost immediately, causing her to feel a bit better than before.

"What do you mean 3 minutes ago?! I should be out there!" She panicked, standing up and jogging out of her dressing room and going to stand by the backstage curtain, from where she could see three figures singing and dancing.

Though they were a bit… sub-par compared to her, it was still entertaining to watch. Robin sighed in relief.

"Yes, Robin, I was telling you that your friends decided to help out and… well" The manager motioned to the stage, 'April 1st' slightly stumbling, though now the crowd cheering, enjoying the slightly chaotic performance.

Once the song ended, Robin went on stage, waving to her fans, and standing by the three of you.

"Hello! I apologise for the delay!" She began, looking back at her manager.

"As compensation… I would like to perform a song with my friends here!"

Thee three of you were already rather tired from performing the previous song and were now being dragged into performing another… you could only wonder what tragedy this would end in (though, ultimately, you three accepted anyway).

Most people's attention was turned to Robin now that she was up on stage, therefore less people noticed any minor mistakes and instead enjoyed the collaboration, hopefully to it's fullest.

Eventually, when the song ended, you left Robin alone on stage, allowing her to finish the rest of the concert as it should've been since the start.

Upon returning backstage, you were greeted with the sight of Robin's manager holding a conversation with Sunday, who then turned to look at you and waved you over.

By this point, March and Dan Heng had left, probably to change out of their costumes. You took off your own wig, placing it to the side and walked over to the manager and Sunday.

"I will presume you're both already acquainted. Now to the topic at hand… we were discussing your idiocy, most crowds at a concert don't appreciate such surprises."

Sunday chuckled "Whilst that may be rather harsh, I do agree. You got quite lucky with this crowd, Trailblazer."

"Yes, so you see, I just have too much rizz!" You exclaimed proudly, placing your hands on your hips.

The manager sighed, crossing her arms, momentarily looking behind you, at the stage where Robin was currently performing.

"Sure… well, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful you did that since it allowed Robin to regain her consciousness. I just hope we won't have a repeat of today."

"Hm… well, even if this happens again, I'm sure March and Dan Heng wouldn't mind doing this again~"

"Absolutely not."

"But you must admit, they certainly put on something of a show… enough to entertain the crowds, at least. I'm sure my sister is grateful though."

The three of you continued to talk for a while before you received a text message from Himeko saying that everyone should return to the Express.

You quickly finished up the conversation before bidding the two Halovians adieu and leaving. At least you'd have an interesting story to share with everyone now!

[finalfrontierpublishing]

A Great and Gruesome Height by @moku_youbi. 

So this bind was a wild ride, with experimentation galore. It’s my 10th bind (HURRAY) and I started this bind knowing I wanted to play with thread, given I had so much fun with the stab binding. I had some red thread which i had originally purchased for the VTE bind - and just the right shade i was going for so i went for it.  

the original idea i was going for was ‘red thread of fate, but make it MURDER’ and so this tidy little concept was born. half way through the design conceptualization phase i had a little epiphany while watching season 3 of hannibal that blood spatter stringing was ALSO red thread and i just couldn’t resist (yes i know hannibal’s little murder tableaus seldom have blood but the string! MORE STRING!) 

More photos under the cut. 

Statistics: 

115559 words || 426 pages

Body Text: Crimson Text 

Chapter Headers: Cormorant Garamond

I quite like the experimentation with body fonts and trying to divert away from regular Garamond. So far, I’ve only used Baskerville, Garamond, Liberation serif and Cardo, but I do like this one. I lack the typography terminology but it feels fancy and posh and something Hannibal would enjoy. 

I also aggressively rounded this book - boy is it ROUND, perhaps a little too so. i had a difficult time getting the spine piece to be as round as I liked. 

Also, it was my first time putting a quote on the first few pages - i have zero regrets. Also featuring my new imprint page with AN ERROR (IT’S DECEMBER 2022 NOW OOPS). 

I didn’t have enough heat-reactive foil and this fic has 40+ chapters so I could only foil the last couple of chapters which were actually short mini-sequels to this fic which I also added in. I have to say, using a laminator over an iron for heat-reactive foil is MUCH superior. I didn’t have to work myself into a frenzy trying to get an even layer of foil on it. 

Endpapers are a little bunchy because of the thread. But i had to put butterflies because THE CHRYSALIS has hatched (i will never tire of hannibal metaphors).

See below for the conceptualization phase on cricut and er paper. I have zero art skills and have aphantasia so I had to print it out to try and figure out where everything needed to go. 

This bind is also the bind where I won my blood sacrifice badge - don’t use rusty tools guys. The spouse had borrowed my rotary cutter to cut wrapping paper for christmas wrapping and is RIGHT-HANDED. Self is LEFT-HANDED. Tool returned to me as is and I did not check if the blade protector was on the correct side as the tool will get flipped direction wise depending on the handedness of the user. So guess who needs to get a tetanus shot today? :joy:

 All in all, still a successful bind. It is a little busy, and if I had to do it again, I might not put the titling on the spine (always a little crooked, cause I roll that way). The Siser gold and silver metallic HTV for the hands fought me the entire way, and I’d probably not use it for such delicate lines - only part of it adhered and it made me very upset at first but since the bind is for myself it’s fine. 

I’d also use a thinner red thread next time (the thick waxed linen thread for leather work doesn’t fuck around, WILL NOT BUY AGAIN) because as you can see 3-4 rounds around the finger looks like it’s choking it and i had some space limitations at the edges. 

Well, a fun idea, with less than perfect execution but I’ll probably do it again one day if i ever summon up the courage to consider making this again (perhaps for the author if i get over my massive to-bind pile). PROBABLY NOT IN WHITE - gad WHITE IS SO SMUDGEY - nothing to remind you how dirty your hands are than white bookcloth. this is off-white pearl BUT fingerprint smudges!!! 

Resources: Page dividers made by evil-robot-cat here. 

EDIT: THE AUTHOR WANTS A COPY!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  🥳  😱 🫠 yessss AUTHOR COPY!!!! 

[woso-dreamzzz]

They aren’t the greatest but here you go!

Bambi was VERY sick during her pregnancy with James like super sick. She grace often had to stay at home with bambi with how sick she was.

Grace was a literal saint btw!!! Probably could write a baby book on how much that woman learnt over the course of bambi’s pregnancy

But who was there the times Grace had to go to work… none other than Jenni and bambi’s dad Rafael! He was quick to pull out his wallet and buy all the things his grandson would need!

Cribs yes

Nappies yes

Bottles yes

In fact to he just gave his card to bambi he’s missed out on so much of her life how DARE he miss out on his precious bambi!

Well infact jenni and Rafael had to fight to pay for things or even build them in the end it resulted in grace and Jenni doing the floor things while Anders could do the things on the walls such as painting and shelves thanks to his height!

In her pregnancy with James bambi was terrified. Well and truly terrified. For the silly reason was that James was measure to be massive!

Like once grace got one of those stupid apps and was like oh he’s the size of a grape fruit bambi was very quick to remind grace infact James was very large! (He was…he was born 9 pounds)

Alexia never actually found out Bambi was pregnant from Bambi… or grace or anyone really in-fact she found from being at an away match with Spain and seeing her VERY pregnant daughter. When she returned home she told Olga straight away but when she told Jaume he just replied with a simple nod (he knew of course)

When James was born it was an epiphany in itself Bambi actually went into labour having brunch with her father so Rafael had to very awkwardly help Bambi get to hospital.

The overall labour with James was slow… So slow. Grace actually was offered a bed to sleep in it was that long Bambi in total laboured for over 15 hours. But don’t worry grace didn’t leave her side nor did Rafael or Jenni in the waiting room just outside

It actually caused a very unlikely friendship between the Madrid and Barca fan them bonding over being ex professionals.

Bambi having horrible morning sickness. It was so bad and she felt so ill all the time and Grace used to rub her back as Bambi leaned over the toilet.

Bambi would mention something she and Grace were thinking of getting for the baby and it arrives at the doorstep within the day because Bambi's dad has no concept of restrained and will just buy anything for Bambi.

Jenni also doing something similar and then it's like a war between them on who can buy Bambi what she talked about and Grace is all like 'should we stop them???' and Bambi's like 'no, I want to see who wins'

[lawluaficionado]

Pregnant Luffy + Distressed Law

Law was stressed most of the time, we can say it was the default setting. Having been dating Luffy for well more than a year is the cure for his depression, and the introduction to anxiety, massive panic attacks and mild high blood pressure.

When he'd met Luffy (again) two years ago, the younger had claimed "You had the yummy tattoos at the hospital!" Yes, claimed. He hadn't even responded when his brothers had already wrestled him to the ground saying he was a creep. THIS HAPPENED AT A COFFEE SHOP!

Two months later they were dating, so...he couldn't be all right up in the head either.

Now, at the age of 28, he's decided it's finally time to invite Luffy to move in with him. That's the plan at least.

Nothing, absolutely nothing goes according to plan with his boyfriend. NOTHING! Here he was making steak when his boyfriend barges through the front door, luggage in hand. "You got me pregnant! Now you hafta take all the responsibility!"

This is what Law meant with the panic attacks...

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To be continued later...

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So much for Law asking Luffy to move in. When he'd told Luffy about his botched plans, the shorter male had laughed and said "Silly Torao, don't you know by now those never work?"

Needless to say, it's now been two months since Luffy had moved into his house and things had gone from 'We still have time before the baby' to 'oh shit there's literally only three months left'. When Luffy had moved in, he was already four months along, and based from his latest doctor's appointment, their baby is on the smaller side. Which would explain why even at six months, he's much smaller than other pregnant people (on average).

"It's okay, he just takes after me then," Luffy's carefree laugh rang in the exam room.

It eased Law's nerves more than he would admit. "So I guess this means we don't have as much time as I thought to get everything together."

Luffy just waived him off. "We have to get a big party and tell people!" Luffy watched with a odd sparkle in his eyes as the jelly was wiped from his abdomen. "Can we stop for grape jellies at the store? And meat?"

Law instead made a detour into their local supercenter. He had a mental checklist of every single thing he researched on what newborns need. But first... He went straight to the paint section. "Want to choose the color of the nursery?" He smiles down at Luffy.

"Really!?" Luffy bounces around toward some really bright yellows and reds. "I like these! It can be like a sunrise and then we can paint clouds and birds and a pirate ship!" He let Luffy ramble on about the decoration. And from there Luffy started putting in more things into the shopping cart. A lot of carved wood decorations, which he swore he'd paint himself and place in the nursery.

They'd have to call in Ussop, no way was this nursery going to look decent with their art skills.

"Whatever you want Luffy, but we should really at least buy the crib."

"Ohh, I didn't tell you. Your dad, my dad and Gramps got everything already. They said it was going to be a surprise. But if they told me, they should have know it wasn't going to last long," he shurgs. "So we only need to decorate really." By Luffy's dad, he meant his birth father, Crocodile. Guy scared Law as much as Sabo irritated him. The only tolerable one was Ace, and that was pushing it.

Law relaxes a little, "Wait, so when you say they got everything, you mean all the crib stuff and rocking chair, and then the changing table and the stroller and-"

Luffy shuts him up, standing on his tippy toes to kiss him. "You worry too much."

"No, you worry too little," Law leans down, cradling his boyfriend's face between his hands.

"Our dad's were really happy to be grandparents. My Gramps is not as happy but he's gotten over it. They said it was a gift."

"Well, okay then, that makes me feel ten times better than this morning."

Once they are on their way home, Luffy has an epiphany. "Oh I forgot to mention! Your dad and my dad are going to stay with us the last month I'm pregnant. That was kinda the deal we made." He continues laughing as Law's eye begins to twitch.

[storiesbyjes2g]

Randomness #768

My brother and I just learned the true meaning behind "this little piggy," and we are traumatized LOL. You know...little kids take what they see and hear at face value, and we thought "went to the market" meant the pig went to [insert favorite grocery store] to buy some milk or something...specifically the roast beef the other pig ate lol. We recited that rhyme with visions of the pig tra-la-la'ing down the aisles pushing a shopping cart. 🤣 But today, he sent me a video of people around our age having this same epiphany and realizing the pig was not at Kroger pushing a cart buying roast beef (and milk lol), but in fact going to the meat market for slaughter! 😵

The roast beef? That speaks of the other pig being fattened up for slaughter.

The one who stayed home was too young and needed to mature.

The one who had none? Well, he was too small to go to the market and should probably have some roast beef.

But the one who cried weee weee weee???

😭

I don't have the heart to tell you what that one is, but you already know. I feel like my favorite commercial (and one of my favorite responses) is a lie and now I'm conflicted lol.

But I've been saying "weeeeee" for like half my life lol. I started saying it even more after I was introduced to Hamilton. Maybe I'll just say it's from there lol. 😅

[seokjinsonlyone]

wait i need ur ✨expertise✨— u know that old tiktok trend of telling ur significant other “oh i feel like you could have been nicer to me today”? how is bts reactingggg

congratulations you've activated jk's pout his brows are furrowed his eyes suddenly have a slight sheen to them he's apologizing without even knowing what he did wrong and then seriously questioning you about how he hurt your feelings

yoongi raises an eyebrow at you and asks what he did and when you repeat yourself saying "i just feel like you could've been nicer to me today" he shrugs and tells you that improvement is the biggest room in the world (he’s seen the videos he’s not buying it)

seokjin goes down an itemized list of every interaction you had today tryna figure out where exactly he went wrong half joking half in disbelief like he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong but if he did he definitely wants to get that sorted immediately

hobi’s pulling you into a hug and then he pulls back and is like wait what? bc like he doesn’t remember being mean but then he goes back to hugging you bc it doesn’t matter everyday he should try to be nicer to you than the last

you probably don’t even wanna try this with joon fr like it’s gonna turn into a long and drawn out discussion where you end up baring your souls to each other and like reminisce on the past and plan for the future and figure out how exactly you can love each other better he’s gonna pull out scholarly references from books he’s read like do this with joon at your own risk

tae is another one that you may wanna think twice about doing this with bc i feel like he’s gonna pull a reverse uno and tell you every time you could’ve been nicer to him that day like don’t dish it if u can’t take it

jimin’s the type to get like slightly defensive at first and then realize he’s being defensive and then he’s having like some kind of epiphany he’s apologizing and then you’re in his arms before you know it and he’s reflecting on himself offloading some pent up emotions about what he’s been going through lately and you’re just kinda there like 🥸 bc it was just a joke nd u were unaware of his inner turmoil

[smart-dreamy]

Last night I read a trivia about the Disney studios and, today, I was in the way to the church and I had a sudden epiphany about Disney recent movies and why they look different from the old ones (yes, I’ve already reach peak daydreaming mood).

Yesterday, I discovered that in the 1990’s and 2000’s Disney company had a main studio to the “blockbuster projects” and a “auxiliar studio” in Florida (alias: a studio were Disney bosses hired creative and skilled animators and screenwriters, but never gave them full freedom to develop theirs ideas. Basically, kept them there to make sure other studios wouldn’t have an upper hand to surpass them with theirs talent. Television media does a similar thing hiring actors and hosts who are getting better audience in other channels and put them in small shows).

But, the thing was that the main studio was too busy crafting 3D animation after buying the Pixar studios; therefore, they let the Florida studio staff do whatever they wanted, and we were blessed with the Experimental Era; which only lasted till the main studio took back the reels with the 3D animation and ended the Florida studios moment of spotlight (a good part of the staff went to Dreamworks, by the way).

Even though I really love “Tangled” and “Moana” and other modern movies, and I feel they have that “Classic Disney” feel, I can’t deny that “Wish” and other recent productions don’t bring me the “feel” and today I finally noticed why: Disney can’t make movies like they did once before because Disney forgot what it is to be an outcast!

If we really think about it, we see that what we love about the old movies isn’t just the cinematography and music, it’s the empathy and warmth we feel about the main characters. I still remember how joyful I felt when watching “Beauty and the Beast” and feeling connected to Belle’s inner passion and distracted nature and to the fact she was surrounded by people who didn’t understand her dreams (nor tried to).

But, that’s only the surface level of being an “outcast”, you don’t need to be rejected from society to be an outcast. For me, the best “Classic Disney” moments of that idea is the debut scenes of the princesses in “The Little Mermaid” and “Pocahontas”. Both characters are important on theirs communities (they are daughters of the leaders and already have a steady and comfortable life), and theirs debut scenes are literally theirs absent in an important social event (I mean, Ariel didn’t care about being the spotlight of a whole kingdom that gathered just to applause her beautiful singing). That simple act of denial from both princesses already reveal theirs personalities: they have good lives, but it’s not theirs dream life. They choose to cast themselves out theirs societies, because they see they are different from theirs surroundings.

Still, being an outcast isn’t just about being “different from society”, it’s about wanting to change your life and already have tried so many times and with all your strengths and will, but still being powerless. It’s the feeling of wanting a better life and actually earning it, but never having the grasp of such life because the society or people that can help you to achieve such dreams don’t see you as fit for it.

I know (and even laugh about too) of the “Disney princess crying in the ground moment” memes and internet jokes of the old Disney movies, but that is exactly what it means to be an outcast. It means to feel trapped, alone and misjudged. You feel miserable and sad not because things don’t go your way, but because you’ve been trying and trying every day to make your life better and each day it fails, and it looks like it doesn’t matter how much you work, try and rise above your doubts and fears, you reach a moment you notice you can’t change your life. That’s being an outcast.

Being an outcast is feeling you should have a different life, but knowing it’s above your reach. It’s Aladdin singing to the lone streets, it’s Mulan crying in the rain in loneliness and shame, it’s Cinderella racing to cry in the backyard because her last hope for joy and bliss was ruined, it’s Louis tearing his notebook apart feeling worthless, it’s Ariel sobbing above the shatters of her dream life, it’s Tiana praying for a Star because she has nowhere else to turn to, it’s Rapunzel lying to Gothel as a last resource to see the lanterns, it’s Esmeralda crying and praying on the feet of a religion that isn’t even her own because her people are suffering and dying!

Being an outcast is not just about society interactions, it’s a feeling of abandonment.

When you are an outcast, you will reach a level of despair and hopelessness that you won’t be able to move on by yourself, you will need help because the effect you need in your life is above your doing. There we have the cathartic “magic intervention” in Disney movies: the Fairy Godmother, The Fa family ancestors meeting, Naveen showing up in the balcony, Ariel making a Faustian deal (a dark turn, but you got what I meant), Genie helping Aladdin, Ralph and Vanellope bonding while practicing driving and Moana following the instructions of her grandmother spirit.

Why “Wish” didn’t have these moments? Because Disney can’t understand why these moments matter, because only outcasts know how it feel to be that way.

Disney has surpassed the common level of movie industry, they already have the power over mostly of our entertainment media and I don’t exactly complain, because there’re several movies they made I do enjoy, like Marvel movies (till “Endgame”). But, it’s clear they missed theirs way with the “outcast protagonist” plots, because it’s not about quick jokes and CGI effects; it’s about audience connection and our wanting for the hero to rise above theirs trials.

Disney don’t know what it is to be powerless and miserable because they are the Big Bosses of the game! They own thousands of merchandise companies, theirs brand means a world by itself and any beginning artist would dream to work in the company.

And, we can see they are struggling with understanding the outcast’s point of view with what they did to Asha in “Wish”. Asha is not an outcast, but they wanted us to buy that idea just to fit the “Classic Disney trope”, but Asha is far from being an outcast! The whole character feels bland and superficial, because her dreams are superficial! I won’t take more lines to explain and develop how her wish for “more than this” is bland, because 3/4 of the internet already talked about it and explained it very well. But, just to prove my point, some opinions of why Wish is a failed “outcast journey”:

Asha has a loving family, a steady and respected job and she has a whole musical number singing genuinely about how much she loves her city. Yes, she felt a disillusionment with Magnifico being cynical, selfish and mean; but, it didn’t make her an outcast. The only rejection she had was from her grandfather denying to hear his wish and even the job denial wasn’t that impactful because nearly none knew about it nor expected it from her (different from Mulan, for instance) and Asha herself had no “dream” connected to being a sorcerer, she even mentions along the movie she has no knack for magic, and the only thing we can connect to her job attempt is that she wants to grant Sabino’s wish. And it would’ve been an awesome plot mover, if they had showed why Sabino was sad without his wish (yes, “A wish worth making” deleted scene, I’m looking to you, what a precious piece of art. I almost sobbed while watching that scene!).

Her “magic intervention moment” doesn’t feel deep nor emotional either, because we don’t know what she wants, she had not enough turmoils nor conflict for us to actually cheer for her Happily Ever After.

And the worst of it all is that Disney HAD A PERFECT OUTCAST PLOT ON THEIRS HANDS! And they denied the concept art plot for reasons I still don’t quite understand! Because I’ve already read thousands of Wish fanfics that used such denied ideas, and all of them rocked because they were actual outcasts stories! Like the movie should’ve been!

The only hope I still have for the future of Disney movies is that they can look with better eyes to the original ideas theirs animators make and decide to give them the spotlight they deserve. I’m really rooting for that new Era of Disney and I know they have the capacity to make stories as great as before, if they actually listen to theirs staff and understand that while they are no longer outcasts, they can make outcast stories if they give theirs employees the creativity freedom and acceptance they deserve.

[tweexcore-undrgrnd]

here's a rundown of my day - spoiler - WE SMOKED A LOT OF CIGARETTES (again)

- hop on the bus and meet my pal to go into the middle of fucking nowhere on a bus for a meet

- cool fun Graff legal wall event so we doodled a bit

left - my -> right - his

- the people running it were super nice :3 had so much fun and was minorly social (well done.) (he told me I did a good job and gave me the craziest noogie I felt like I was transported to 2004)

- got back, had some lunch and hit the skatepark, jammed to some interesting music and watched bro fall right on his hip super hard. it's always tough seeing him be in a lot of pain but he grabbed onto me so I could soothe him which was nice.

- went back into the city to go smoke somewhere and ran into the craziest woman ever. like ever. she was really drunk and asking if I had a lighter so I handed her it and then she started telling us the most insane stories about her life and how she was a retired pilot and oh my god. she gave us a cigarette and a sip of wine from a bottle in her backpack and then marched us to the store to buy more of both with her??? while intermittently taking calls from her Italian friend who was trying to find her on the streets . notably she said my hair was very cute and ruffled it a lot - and also kept saying "love is love" and "I am very kind" ???? she was YAPPING. anyway we got her to the Italian guy and she gave us like 4 more fags so W.

- went to go "What The fuck???" and have our relaxed +6 cigarette evening, had a scenic mindfuck as the headrush kicked in and my pal said something offhandedly which sparked an epiphany about my trouble defining relationships "nothing specific"

- moved, had the 2nd fag in the park, moved, had the 3rd on an abandoned rooftop, he lay down against my leg afterwards as I finished mine off, that was nice

- went to the corner store for some snacks and strolled back down the street so I could get the bus home, found 3 more cigarettes in a pack outside spoons. W. acquired a 4 in 1 vape??? we don't even vape but W. he said we have a symbiotic relationship. W?. . .

- bus was cold and uneventful, the zip hoodie I borrowed from him was warm and reeked of fags

- came home, STOVIES IN THE KITCHEN. W. a crisp cider and a glass of wine. god fucking bless.

- if you got this far I'm almost questioning why you gaf. and also if it was an entertaining read

goodnight!

[sylvia-forest]

This call accompanies Shaw's Field Date!

Shaw:  You sent a sentence, 'Are there any folk customs' without a beginning or end, asking for some information. What does it mean?" Shaw: Using me as a source of material, huh?? MC: Oh, how can you say that? I'm working on preparing a folk customs program, and you're the one I know who understands it the most. Shaw: I'm not, Professor Shen is. You should contact him; I'll send you his number. MC: Shaw, why are you like this! Shaw: You misunderstood, I'm not dissatisfied. I just think Professor Shen is more specialized, and his assistance might be more valuable. MC: Woooo In addition to being knowledgeable, you are also the closest person to me, so I only look for you, only-looking for you— Shaw: The fake crying was really unpleasant, stop it. Shaw: So what kind of folk legend do you want? Scary, romantic, or something like heroic epics? MC: Let's see. ..... What about one of your favorites? Shaw: What I like... Well, I recently came across one. Shaw: It's about a wealthy person from a certain ethnic group who possesses everything in the world, but the only thing bothering him is aging. Shaw: So, he decided to go to the southern region to buy longevity. MC: Can life be bought? Shaw: Who knows. So he traveled far and wide, but he didn't find anyone who could sell his life. Shaw: At this moment, he turned around and saw that the willow branches on the way back had already withered and turned yellow, and suddenly he understood. Shaw: "Trees also age, so why should humans be an exception? He let go of the sorrow in his heart, laughed it off, and went back." MC: ……. Shaw: Why aren't you talking? Have you also had an epiphany? MC: No, I just feel that this story is actually very simple, but when you listen to it, it's quite poignant. However... it's also quite free-spirited. Shaw: Of course, folk legends have been passed down for thousands of years, how can they not have some depth? MC: Do you have any other legends? Shaw: There are plenty of them. It's hard to explain over the phone. Coincidentally, I've recently organized a batch of folklore materials. Why don't you come over later? It's better to discuss in person with someone who understands.

—

⚡ Call 2

[hestialevy]

~Epiphany ~

Today's the 6th of January, also known as Epiphany day (or Three Kings' Day for some). Christians are celebrating the day of the Magi, when the Three Kings came to see Jesus after his birth.

Traditions calls for a King cake to be shared on this day. The cake is different depending on where you set your eyes to, you may know for example Rosca de Reyes but here we're going to talk about the French one, obviously.

We call it Galette des Rois (there's no real translation), this King cake is made of puff pastry and frangipane (an almond flavored custard) : there's a fève inside (literally translated to fava bean since this is what was used originally) a small porcelaine figurine hidden. If you find the fève you're crowned King or Queen of the day, with a paper crown often sold with the Galette.

Because there's a price (the title and the paper crown) some may accuse the other of cheating, so it's tradition for the youngest one to go under the table and designate a slice to someone randomly.

a few more words for you under

“I am now your King, you may bow to me !”

And because my brain goes brrr and I have an unhealthy obession with Pierreste, of course I had to :

Of course Pierre had to find the fève and that made Esteban sigh, his teammate wasn’t known to be the  humble kind -at least not in front of him. 

They wanted to make a part of the team try a galette des rois, actually having to buy two because he knew one would never be enough for the group. Their engineers had loved the idea, watching Pierre trying to cut even slices for everyone while Esteban explained at the same time the tradition behind it. 

 Pierre was now wearing the golden paper crown on his head, going to every single person and asking for a bow. Esteban had yet to finish his own slice, too busy watching Pierre and his stupid crown, he hated how well it suited him. And the engineers actually played along and were giving him bows that made him smile, it quickly went away as Pierre was now going his way.

“Your turn !”

Esteban took another bite, getting flakes everywhere on his shirt, and giving himself the opportunity to shut his month. He shook his head, hoping Pierre would simply give him.

He did not.

“C’mon Este, I’m the King.”

“I think you cheated. You’re the one who cut them” 

He didn’t actually think that, Esteban wasn’t a kid anymore, fighting Pierre for the crown and begging his mom to choose the “good one” for him. He remembered how the last time he went to Pierre’s house to eat a kings’ cake with his parents he had been the one to designate everyone’s slices. 

“Alright kids who wanna choose ?”

Pierre’s mom had cut her homemade galette, setting each slices in small plates, still a little warm. She watched as the two 12 year old kids both designated the same  plate and she knew they would fight for it.

“I chose first !” started Pierre

“That’s not true, he copied me !”

That’s when Pierre’s dad arrived and sat at the table watching the two boys bicker again for third time that day. 

“Alright Esteban ! Under the table young man.”

“Why me ?”

Pierre turned to him like he had asked the dumbest question ever.

“You’re the youngest”

“We’re the same age”

“Still the youngest here” 

Esteban couldn’t argue more about it, Pierre of course understood that and stuck his tongue out. His mom stopped the exchange by waving her dish towel in front of them.

“Pierre, behave. Esteban, you both fought about it, so we’re making it fair, the youngest choose under the table. Hop hop.” 

Esteban obeyed.Pierre’s mom took a plate and asked Esteban who this one would go to, until they all had plates in front of them. He still decided that going under the table had to be worth something and pinched Pierre’s leg, he had tried to fight back and kick him but only managed to hit his dad. Esteban had somehow made a good choice, because he almost chipped a tooth on the fève hidden, he had been so certain he’d never get it he forgot to be cautious. 

Pierre had been the one to crown him King that day, he had made sure it would fit him first then placed it on his head. 

“My king” 

Esteban had never been able to tell if he meant it as a joke, to mock him or only to play along. 

“It doesn’t taste good to win like that, I don’t cheat Este … I’m a fair King, so, can I get a bow ?”

Esteban smiled. To be fair, he had decided to play along with Pierre’s antics, until he felt something hard with the last bite. 

Spiting out a little porcelaine baby jesus on his plate, he stretched out his arm to get the second crown and handed it to Pierre.

“ I’m King too, will you bow to me?”

[thesernotthedroidsurlooking4]

Final Ahsoka thoughts

I… okay. That was okay. But it was kind of just okay. I… hoo boy this might be unpopular. But.

… Live action Ahsoka never started being Ahsoka to me. She just isn’t it. The low voice, the stony delivery. While perhaps it wasn’t a total miss—sometimes a mannerism hit, like a smirk, or a flicker of body language—those glimpses of true Ahsoka only made me realize how excited/invested I would be if that was her consistent, constant portrayal. And, thus, how disengaged I really feel without seeing Ahsoka through the screen. It’s like a split-second glimpse of color in a black-and-white world—it only makes you thirst more for that world of color you can’t have. And I long for animated Ahsoka and Ashley Eckstein so, so, badly it hurts. I tried to get into Rosario Dawson, I really did. I just… can’t do it. The spark is missing. And without that spark of excitement, the show just couldn’t hit for me.

I don’t think it’s even just the actor’s portrayal, though—this might be controversial, but I don’t see where the arc or development is. Sure, there was an attempt at one, that I can vaguely pick out: Ahsoka is angsty and sad over Anakin. She’s chasing Thrawn. Ahsoka tries to take on her own padawan and finds it difficult, digging up her own fraught feelings over her apprenticeship. Ahsoka goes through a Force vision, reckons with her past, gains peace, and ends up, according to her, where she needs to be.

Except… all of this falls apart upon further probing. It’s all so vague, so blurry, and lacking proper framing. Unless you’ve really done your Star Wars homework and are willing to do the analytic heavy lifting through the force of your own sheer nerd-dom… is the audience really shown her motivations? Her deeper feelings?

Why is Ahsoka shown that intense Force vision at that moment, in episode 5? What induced it? She didn’t seem to stumble across a powerful Force artifact that caused it, did she? Then the only answer is for her to be at such an intense crossroads, such a deep internal conflict, that she had to work it out via the Force. Except… what crisis, what turning point? All we’ve seen at that point is some general my-master-went-darkside angst, and a momentary defeat (but considering the sheer amount of fights Ahsoka has been in, that isn’t special.) So why? Why then? What was the driving need or purpose of the Force vision sequence?

…why, to introduce the casual fans to her backstory and Skywalker connection, and to appeal to nostalgia for the Clone Wars fans. That’s it. For all the meta we can write about the light side/dark side struggle, about her relationship to Anakin, to the order, to the war, et cetera—it’s nothing new. It’s all been done before, and when Ahsoka comes out in the white cloak Gandalf/style, as if she’s been enlightened… I couldn’t buy it, because what enlightenment? Where was the epiphany? What did she truly face that she hasn’t already? What meaning did she really make out of all that jumble? Heck, we aren’t even shown if that vision’s Anakin had anything of real, Force Ghost Anakin in him or not, and it seems like we’ll never know. It’s all so vague. And sure, maybe vague and light-handed is the more delicate way to handle some stories, but there needs to be more framing in order to make the subtlety work. I just didn’t see it.

And why, exactly, does barely-Force-sensitive Sabine want to be a Jedi? We aren’t told. Why did Ahsoka agree to train her in the first place? Since when is Sabine Force-sensitive to any degree at all? Or did she develop the sensitivity through rigorous training? What is Ahsoka’s interest in training such a non-traditional Jedi? This could be fascinating to explore, if we were shown it. A lot of us could get excited about an Ashoka-style non-traditional Jedi order, about her pioneering a different way of how to go about using the Force. But all we can do is extrapolate. Forcing Sabine, the Mandalorian square peg into a Jedi-shaped round hole, just ended up as it started: a dubiously plausible retcon meant only for some cheap Master-Apprentice parallels.

The ending, too… why is that galaxy where Ahsoka needs to be? What does she mean by telling Sabine to let it go (implying she’s letting go, too)? Is she letting go from fighting, because she’s used violence for too long? Some of that theme was there, sure—but to what end? How are the two of them supposed to do anything on that planet? Why is Ezra supposed to have just left them behind?

anyways, less eloquently, because I’m getting tired of typing: Ezra is the best, I love him, best damn part of this show by a kriffing mile, and Sabine was great when she wasn’t being forced to be a Jedi. I loved seeing Anakin soooo much, but honestly, it’s probably just the nostalgia talking. that’s it that’s what I got out of this show

[suppuration]

experiencing that "adhd urge to tackle cleaning my bedroom in one whirlwind effort" phenomenon this week

a majority of that effort has been the result of an epiphany that i was getting in "clothing hoarder" territory, with how much i own vs how much i wear. my partner and i split the bedroom 50/50 and i do not exaggerate that a third of my side was packed solid with clothes

it was bad enough that while going through stuff, a solid fourth of it was stuff i had completely forgotten i have, and another fourth of it was stuff i liked enough to buy multiples of so i had a backup when the first one got too worn out (some things, the item was either so cheap and/or i was so in love with them that i had as many as six extra)

i was tired of never having space to even use my side of the room to do more than sleep and use my laptop. of owning a ton of clothes i didn't even necessarily like enough to wear, and a ton more clothes that don't even fit. of owning more crap than i can handle owning

so i formed a rudimentary plan and ran headlong into it. it's been messy, but it's made it lower stress to not have too much structure to my approach beyond a simple "finish one step to completion before moving onto the next." (i would put "simple" in air quotes, but punctuating that would've been awkward. anybody with executive dysfunction can relate to the difficulty of forming and adhering to a granular itinerary)

most of this is rambling, but it might be helpful idk. so far it's looked something like this:

pulling everything out and sorting by like items. putting all duplicates in one bin, and making decisive cuts on which extras i actually need to keep. taking a cursory walk through my definite "yes" pile to see what coords i can make with them

it's made it much gentler for me to have a "yes" bin, a "no definitely not" bin, and a bin for "still thinking about it." (and a fourth bin, but that's the trash can, LOL.) not having to think about it in a black and white "decision now" mentality lets me focus on being brutally honest about whether i love each thing, and whether it's past its prime. yeah i have the skills and tools to repair many types of garment damage, but do i love the item enough to spend the time and effort?

i think the hardest thing has been trying every single thing on to make sure it still fits, and fits in a way i like. it's cruelly hot here. there are some winter things i can barely stand to touch right now, let alone put on my body. i have promised myself that i will revisit the off-season bin when it's on-season... but i did suffer through the fall clothes since that's a majority of my clothing, and it's my favs

having that "maybe" bin has also given me the ability to distance myself from the items and marinate. i looked through my maybes one day later, and found making a concrete yes/no was much easier. like the off-season bin, i have promised myself that i will revisit the "maybes" in six months to see if my feelings on them have changed

which, i cannot emphasize enough. clearly label every bin and bag while you're pruning--and date it!!! that way you'll know the last time you went through that particular bin. i didn't have any lingering receipts or anything to go by, but i know that some of these stored clothes have gone untouched for literally a decade. be kind to yourself and never let yourself say "etc, stuff, or misc" either. if you do that, you will have to open it to know what's in it, every single time. if it's a mixture of things--like scarves, belts, ties--write each thing on it. i also don't recommend a blanket "accessories" label on any "yes" bins for the same reason

it's taken me three days to get this far, and i'm just past halfway going through things i think, but i think i've gotten my clothing possessions down by 30-50% with my first pass over everything

once i have all my definite "no"s culled, i am going to make a second pass over everything in my "yes"es to see if they're all still definitely "yes"es. same with the "maybes." i know i can shrink it all down further, but i need to trim the fat before i can work with the meat, to sound like a butcher for a minute

it's been exhausting and very time consuming, but it's also long overdue and i have multiple spoon-adjacent energy restrictions working against me. sometimes the best self-care you can give yourself is getting rid of what you don't need anymore, so you can appreciate and focus on what you do need and love

(yeah, part of it is me looking for stuff that's in good enough condition to see if i can get a resale shop to take it, money is getting that tight... but god i am drowning in belongings and i cannot stand it anymore nefeysfnstksfnstksfnstksfnstnm)