#and found da answer

[strainedgeek]

playing terraria on linux has always been a fucking nightmare, and I couldn't figure out why in the fuck the UI scale was so ridiculously tiny, but I found the answer finally amen I love reddit

[14dayswithyou]

tell ren to turn his location on👉👈

I saw one of the posts of how ren does get jealous of pets being loved over him and alll that so now I have the thought of the one meme of ‘ah yes, me, my partner and their [enter normal pet size] foot [pet]’

I don’t have anything else, it did pop into my head though and I thought I’d share with the class.

⌞♥⌝ ItsNotVivy on Twitter actually made that exact meme with Ren a looong time ago!!

[yuwuta]

I LOVE UR BRAIN SO BAD 😭😭😭 YOU ALWAYS POST THEBBEST HEADCANONS AND THOUGHTS LIKE. WORK HUSBAND GOJO. AND JUST HAVING A WHOLE IMAGINATION OF THE OFFICE W NANAMI AND HIGURUMA AND TOJI I?????? I WANT TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN

TEEHEEEE you’re so sweet <33333 the work husband to actual husband to househusband gojo pipeline is so so real to me and the office au that comes with it truly does take up space in my brain, so here’s some more loosely established points 

satoru has been your work husband since you got your first job in undergrad. you two met in your dorms, and became friends, and eventually you thought a job would help with your time management skills, so you got a very low-maintenance position at the front desk of the library. satoru applied right after you and schmoozed the two little old librarians into giving him the same shifts as you. that was probably the first moment satoru knew he was a little bit in love with you—because he had no reason to have a job while in school, but this small change in your schedule made him miss you so much that he was moved to get his very first job, probably ever, just to spend more time with you. 

he wasn’t bad at his library receptionist job, but he technically wasn’t good at it, either. if a student asked him for a laptop charger or to check out a book or something, he could do that, but anything else he’d just smile and say, “oh, you’ve gotta ask the pretty girl right there about that, she knows way more than me,” and bat his eyelashes at you. except, then, when you did need to get up to grab something for someone, satoru would just spring up instead, and tell you he’s got it. it’s like… he was incapable of helping anybody else unless he got to flirt with you, and then help you out to help them out……… strange boy 

anyways, satoru makes it a habit to assist you through your student jobs throughout undergrad, and then follows you to the same law school and repeats the process there. (also not to elle woods-ify him a bit but his father heavily questions him going to law school btw because satoru has never showed any interest in working, let alone following in his footsteps to be a lawyer, and now he’s going to law school? his mom is a bit sharper though, because when satoru tells his parents he’s going to the same law school as you, she just smiles and sips her tea and wonders if her son has already made a trip to their family jeweler). 

the firm is large, but the floor you work on is a pretty close knit group. there’s hiromi’s office at the tail end, which is the largest because he’s managing partner and he practically lives in there. on the other end, both you and nanami have decently sized offices. satoru doesn’t like hiromi at first because he thinks he’s mean. then satoru watches him play a little prank on kento, and suddenly the two of them are best friends. it would be a surprisingly wholesome friendship if their common denominator wasn’t irritating kento, and acting as guard dogs for you. 

kento’s office used to be just the bare necessities—law books, his degree, basic furniture, maybe a fancy paperweight, until satoru got his hands on it and decked it out. which is not something kento asked for, nor he thinks is necessary, but that doesn’t stop satoru from continually adding little trinkets and decorations and art to his office to make it livelier. when kento first meets you, he’s surprised when you tell him satoru gojo is going to be your secretary because kento interned for satoru’s father for two summers during law school, but when kento sees you and satoru together for the first time, it answers all of his questions. satoru couldn’t be more of a lovesick fool if he tried. 

listen the ex-convict to single father to janitor to lawyer toji pipeline is so real to me. while toji is working as a janitor at the firm, satoru slips once and then jokes that toji shines the floors too aggressively on purpose to make him slip, toji tells him to fuck off and he can sue for harassment. they truly don’t like each other at first, but once satoru steals toji’s masterkey to get into your office one night after you’re gone to leave flowers, and handle some paperwork to lighten your load in the morning, toji is sort of impressed. he still almost hits him with a broomstick, but even someone as gruff as him can see that satoru had pure intentions. toji is a lot of things, but he’s not immune to or devoid of love or passion. so, eventually he and satoru develop a weird sort of banter and respect for each other. one day someone actually tries to accuse toji of not putting the wet floor sign down and how it’s gonna be a lawsuit because some lowlife janitor fucked up his $3000 suit. satoru catches the argument as he’s heading upstairs and recognized the schmuck as the stuck up lawyer on the other side of kento’s case. satoru’s ready to jump in, but toji’s displaying an impressive amount of physical restraint and legal knowledge that when the dust is all settled, satoru asks him if he ever considered being a lawyer. toji laughs at it at first, but after a month of serious consideration (and megumi becoming a college freshman), he figures it can’t be all that bad. and turns out, toji’s a half-decent lawyer—once you’ve spent so much of your life skirting (or blatantly breaking) the law, you become pretty good at getting people out or around it, too. and with his life experience, he’s a pretty good judge of character; so when it comes time to lock up the bad ones, toji makes sure they get the maximum sentence.

except he has a bad habit of sending out emails with “URGENT: NEEDS ATTN” in the subject, which prompts you, kento, and hiromi to rush to his office, just to see toji with his feet up on his desk tell you that, “the emergency is i hate the opposing counsel, and now that i work on this side of the law i’d really like to not kill him, so somebody else should take this case.” 

anyways back to work husband secretary satoru. he pulls you out of boring meetings under the guise of an urgency, just for him to admit that the emergency is that he missed you, and you two were gonna be late for your lunch reservation. because he’s actually a licensed attorney, he can actually carry out duties an associate otherwise would, which saves you a lot of time and trouble; and it means that satoru gets to work even more closely with you, which is always an upside for him. sometimes you ask him to hand you documents and instead he just hands you his hand. and then pretends to blush and preen like a schoolgirl which always draws way too much attention to the two of you, but there’s no way to stop him either. he takes your coat off of your shoulders when you arrive in the morning, and helps you put it back on in the evening. when you tell him you’re looking for an apartment closer to the firm, he has eight places lined up for viewing, and one surprise at the end which happens to be the other vacant penthouse suite in his apartment building; which, conveniently, would make you satoru’s neighbor. he claims that it’ll be just like in college, but it certainly doesn’t feel that way when you finally move in and satoru can now loudly and proudly proclaim, “see you at home!” in the halls at work now. 

[helga-grinduil]

‘why would venatori (elf racist tevinter slavers) follow the elven gods?’ idk man, maybe it has something to do with lusacan and razikale, two old tevinter gods they praise in the game.

[machiavellli]

I’ll go into a social media exile for a bit, so idk when I’ll be back, but just picture me like this while I’m gone: working <3

[icelogged]

𓆤 ⭒𓈒 amaria dominique for igirl ♡ ׂׂ ˖

[queenharumiura]

Send 👕 or 'shirt' for receiver's reaction to seeing sender wearing their shirt+ reverse (from Gokudera)

“+reverse” for the receiver to react to being caught by sender wearing sender’s shirt ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti

You may ask how it is that Haru found herself in the situation of being caught wearing one of Gokudera’s shirts, and it’s simple: she got into his apartment with a spare key and she was intending to help him sort through some things in his closet.

Whoever decided that guys could continue to grow taller into their 20’s whereas girls usually tap out at around 15 years of age was a rude person. Very rude. Every year Haru would note how the guys would continue to grow taller and taller, and her neck pain at looking up at them increased. Again, rude.

That’s just life, you’d suppose.

Haru was sorting through some of the clothes that wouldn’t fit on Gokudera anymore and she stared at one of the shirts she pulled out and felt a sense of sadness. It was one of the many skull shirts that he used to wear a lot. Given how he often wore this one the most (according to her memory, anyways), she could assume it was one of his favorites.

Holding it up, she starts measuring by eye. She’s seen that aesthetic where people liked to wear clothes that were big on them and have the sleeves dangle past their hands. Sometimes, it was a cute look. She’s also seen the trend where a girlfriend simply borrows (permanently) an article of clothing from her boyfriend and accessorizes it.

The impulsive Haru didn’t waste another second and puts it on. “Hm… this really puts things into perspective.” She always knew she was short, and that she couldn’t even kiss Gokudera on the lips if he didn’t lean over first… but it still never truly clicked how small in comparison she was.

She shakes the sleeves, watching the dangling sleeve dance with each arm bobbing movement. The sound at the door makes her head snap up to realize she was caught.

"Hahi! H-Haru was just... um... that is to say... eto... Haru can explain!" What was there to explain? She was wearing one of his old shirts. "You see, by wearing the shirt, Haru can get a gauge of how different our porportions are, you know? You've really long arms." What does this have to do with anything? Nothing.

She's nervous, and stammering nonsense. "Haru just wanted to try the Kareshi-shirt..." She puffs out a cheek. Well, she was already caught... "Can Haru keep it?" For the true Kareshi shirt experience, you have to accessorize it!

-

[Have a bonus scene bc why not]

It was a very rare day where Gokudera wasn’t very busy, a rest day as you could call it. Wasn’t very often where he got one of those with how busy he normally kept himself, but it does happen. Last she saw him, he was reading a book for leisure.

Haru was doing some cleaning as she had a habit of cleaning different areas every day to minimize the clutter and the mess. If you spend a bit of time every day cleaning, then you didn’t have to do too much later on.

Finished with her tidying, she had the time to relax and do… whatever else that she wanted. Haru could also read a book of her own. It’s also been a while since she last called her mother to just chat, so she could do that.  She could finish that one crochet project she was working on before. She was trying to crochet a cute little animal if memory serves her right. She put it somewhere… why did she put it on hold again? Hm… oh well.

Haru brings the little stool in front of the vanity over to the closet so she could use it to grab one of the boxes resting on one of the upper shelves. Curse her vertically challenged-ness. She rummages through the box and starts pulling things out. “I forgot I had this.”

Change of plans. “Hayato? Can you help me with something in a bit?” She waits for a positive answer and then she proceeds with her new plan.

She rummages through the closet some more, looking for something. She’ll tidy up the closet again later. At the moment, Haru was a woman on a mission so to speak. Walking out of the bedroom, she finds Gokudera sitting on the couch still reading a book.

“Look at what I found in the closet.” She motions to the black thigh high stockings. She lifts her foot to show that the bottom of the feet had… CAT PADS… WITH TOE BEANS! “I also found an old pair of cat ears I made years ago that match.” She points atop her head sporting a silly smile.

She was also wearing one of his dress shirts, but she wasn’t going to comment on that. He should be used to the fact that she simply steals his shirts from time to time to wear, but she normally stole his old shirts that he outgrew. That’s not what she was wearing right now, however. She was practically swimming in his over-sized shirt. The top of the shirt kept riding down her shoulder with how loosely it fit around her smaller frame.

There was a small gap between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the thigh high stockings. What do that call it again? Zettai Ryouiki (Absolute territory)?

The woman walks up to him and straddles his sides which reveals the lacey panties she was wearing underneath the red dress shirt she borrowed. “You ready to help me with something nyaow (now)?” Pushing her body up against his, she playfully nips his neck. “Or is your book more entertaining?”

[autism-disco]

i’m actually so good at people. i’m the best at people. people are so people and i am people and i can people i know how to talk to people and they talk back to me and they talk to me about their problems and i do helping and we do mutual interests but avoid saying certain things because oh no that’s the wrong person for that peopleing but if you get it right people people people

[emersonfreepress]

dude r's tamil?? that's so exciting because I'M tamil!! i've never seen a character that's a tamilian! my mc and them are going to be bffs now!!

ayoooo!! i love to hear that! and I'm glad you're excited 🥰 Yep, R's dad is from Chennai (though it still would have been Madras back then, I think? Or very recently renamed) and their mom is from Kanyakumari. I narrowed down specific places in TN by focusing on areas with the highest Catholic populations — apparently, that's Kanyakumari! But more importantly, I read up about the place a bit, saw photos, watched videos... and yeah, it felt right.

There's like soft, sentimental writing reasons why I needed to feel like R easily vibes with the place their family is from, I could go on forever so I won't 😅 It just makes sense to me that they would grow up with memories of those sunsets on that coast.

Feel free to dm me or shoot me an e-mail if you'd ever be comfortable with me asking some general questions about being Tamil in America! I'm severely lacking that perspective!

[luckyfiona]

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”

(Flashback to their first meeting???¿?¿?)

She hasn't stopped thinking about him, not even to sleep. Every inch of her― her brain, her heart, her soul, her dreams― everything is preoccupied with the brave boy who kept her out of harm's way the other night.

It's been one year since Fíona's parents had to give her up, because they couldn't afford to feed her. They couldn't take care of her, so they sent her off with Captain Price to give her a better life in America. In theory, he's her savior, but Fíona doesn't feel very safe with him. Maybe because she knows he only took her because it's profitable for him. The stranger who protected her had nothing to gain in doing so; he only did it out of an extraordinary humanitarianism. He acted more like a loving family member to her since she first emigrated to this place. She didn't know his name.

She's been scavenging for loose change since she started her indentured servitude, to try to slowly create the more beautiful life she was promised in America, as if her savings of pennies would ever afford her the dresses she makes at the boutique, or even a vase of flowers to put in her sad little room. But recent events have her realizing that if she truly wants to beautify her life, she's better off investing in people to keep in it. She thinks she'd be happier as a pauper with a family than a luxurious little orphan in a cold, dark manor. So, she takes her modest savings to the kindly old man on the corner with some kind of popcorn stand. He says he's selling the new all-time favorite American snack. He calls it Cracker-Jack. She's never heard of it, but she hopes her new all-time favorite American boy has.

She counts out her modest savings on the table of the popcorn stand with raw determination in her eyes. She wants to offer the boy something to eat. She wants to take care of him the way he took care of her, so she never had to lose him. She wants to feed him so she never has to give him up.

She takes her offering to the spooky alley where she first saw him, in eager anticipation that he'll slip through again― as if some part of him might be hoping to cross paths with her again, too. As the minutes pass into hours, optimism turns into dread and every noise seems to startle her, and it's the first time in her life that she realizes just how much danger she's willing to put herself in to find someone who will care about her. By the time he spots her, she's so focused on the noise she heard at the other end of the alley, convinced there's someone there with hungry eyes and a knife, she nearly jumps out of her skin at the blunt tap of his fingers on her shoulder. When she whips around to meet his gray eyes, she realizes she should've spent less time convincing herself that there were ghouls floating around her and more time planning what she was going to say.

❝ Hi. Sorry. ❞

She's reminded of what a maladjusted outsider she really is when she finally has a chance to talk to someone her own age and doesn't know how to. She stammers, taking in boyish features: raised eyebrows that don't posit to have seen everything, a mischievous elven nose ready to be thumbed at anyone trying to use their stature to pick on him, wide eyes that haven't lost their humanity even despite the purple crescent moon framing the left one, which paints a scene to her of him earning it while sticking up for a little guy― she wouldn't find out until a bit later that he received it from being too scared to stick up for himself in the face of a volatile commander. Awkward and curt, starstruck and stumbling, she shoves the bag of Cracker-Jack against his chest and insists:

❝ It― It's America's new all-time favorite snack. ❞

In an act of kindness she never anticipated, and maybe one even he didn't know he had in him, he suggests they sit and eat it together. Two underfed strays, they're halfway through wordlessly devouring the box of Cracker-Jack, with rogue kernels flying out of the sides of their mouths and down their shirts when his stomach is finally full enough to collect himself and address the elephant in the alleyway:

(“what are you doing out here by yourself?”)

Fiona fixes her posture and pivots to the persona of a sophisticated woman who has to finish chewing and swallow before she speaks, and it gives her enough time to figure out how to answer that question. He already had to have gathered she was waiting for him with the gift. It was a bit late to play it cool or tough. Her posture sinks back into a more comfortable position, honest with herself and open to him.

❝ I suppose I haven't got any friends to be out here with me. ❞

There was nothing to gain in pretending she wasn't sad and lonely. She couldn't do anything to fix it if she didn't address it. There was productivity in being intimately vulnerable, and if she took the lead in establishing that kind of disarmament, it could encourage him to do the same. It didn't seem like either of them had much to lose, but they could help each other if they dropped their guards.

❝ But it doesn't seem like you have many real friends, either. ❞

She couldn't help but notice, that night she first saw him, how quickly the street urchins he was horsing around with scattered the second he threw himself into harm's way to help Fíona. Hungry, desperate, lost and unloved boys seem to operate more like a wild pack of dogs than a band of brothers who would back each other up if it wouldn't benefit themselves. She decided that she and her favorite boy could be better than typical mutts. She holds out a hand to shake, like a civilized dog― one that people could love.

❝ I'm― ❞ The name Fíona Comascaigh nearly leaves her mouth before she remembers Mrs. Price told her not to say it like that anymore if she wants to be accepted. It's crucial to meet people on their level, to bend herself and acclimate to their culture for them to see her as a member of their tribe. She affects her best American accent before fumbling out: ❝ Fiona Comisky. ❞

When they shake, with their hands caked with nutty caramel and popcorn dust―the bread they've broken together― it feels meaningful to her, like they've sealed a bond she'll hold with her for a long, long time. They're attached now. As both of their disgusting candy residue intermingles, it's like a blood pact ritual. But stickier.

╳ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! // ACCEPTING.

[stevebabey]

mx. ruby!!!!! is just another day, mayhaps, the oingo boingo song :0

YES!!! JUST ANOTHER DAY BY OINGO BOINGO MY BELOVED

[dreamy-and-witchy]

For anyone wondering about the song, I found this comment:

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[14dayswithyou]

That is all thank you

ANSWERED: Art credit for da first Ren meme goes to @meo-eiru!!

BUT HELPPPPP THESE ARE SO FUNNY JDSGJH T_T The Moth meme + Uno meme had me CACKLING lmaoooooooo

[chaoticgouda]

whaddafuk happen to ur pfp -@icechillix

rats. we’re rats. we’re the rats 🐀 🐀 🐀

[moxie-girl]

Star Wars clone wars-era tumblr dashboard simulator! this meme format is so old sorryyyy

🌳 treehuggr Follow

hate hate HAAATE that holoblr is so core-centric and you’re expected to post in basic or people just comment asking you to translate. I should be able to post in shryiiwook.

⬜️ senatesux-deactivated00192…

Hey, your choice of Shyriiwook as an “exotic” language to post in ties inherently into old colonialist views on Wookies and I need you to be aware of that, if it wasn’t intentional. Many people on the holonet these days…

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🌳 treehuggr Follow

hi! op here. I’m a wookie.

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HELPPPPPP

#core holoblr users stop assuming everyone is human challenge

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🛸 fuckthatoldman Follow

ok but whys grandmaster yoda kinda… 🥵🥵

🧑🏾‍🚀 sora-the-explora Follow

Everybody on here claiming to be attracted to GILFs is lying except for this guy

#everyone unfollow me i wanna be alone with them

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some of the ppl posting on here against clone rights are so funny like do you have any idea how many clones are on holoblr?? have fun losing like all ur followers lmao

#what do u think we’re doing between deployments??? just standing around waiting to fight????? #clone rights #cloneblr

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🌃 coru-ssant Follow

I sure hope my pet piece of flimsi is doing well! good thing I left my apartment window open so he could get some fresh air while I was at work :)

🌃 coru-ssant Follow

by the stars this can’t be happening

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⚒ keldabekisses Follow

#anyways vote vanilla extract for mand’alor it’s what jaster would’ve wanted #mandalore #mando discourse #<- for those of u who have it filtered

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anakin skywalker is 22??? he should be at da club….

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so was anyone gonna tell me they found out the chancellor is a sith or was I supposed to learn it from a CNL skit???

🌝 pizzathehutt Follow

posts that make you read op’s url

🚀 hyperdriven Follow

#op if you go asking at enough temples eventually a sith might answer

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[batboyblog]

Among the other things that seem to pop out of nowhere, I hear that Harris is apparently "very pro-cop" as a reason why we shouldn't vote for her. I would like some clarification about that and also maybe reasons why we should be voting for her, just for the naysayers.

The Kamala cop thing comes from her jobs as San Francisco District Attorney and California Attorney General, and the fact that Kamala and Cop have a kind of ring to them.

the fact that Harris had worked on enforcing the law was used against her in the height of "Defund the Police" but ultimately was pretty unfair, just quickly I found an article from a public defender about Harris progressive record to be short as both DA and AG she fought to scale back incarceration, she refused to seek the death penalty, she wouldn't prosecute marijuana possession cases (back in 2004), as DA along with then Mayor of San Fran Gavin Newsom she took part in the city's short lived gay marriage moment in 2004

here she is in 2004 marrying a nice Lesbian couple, over 10 years before gay marriage would be legal nation wide and 8 years before President Obama announced her supported it.

Harris put a particular stress on prosecuting sex criminals, rapists and human traffickers, and well

"She Prosecuted Sex Predators, He is One"

thats the answer, every time.