#angle of elevation

[foxofninetales]

Angle of Elevation - Chapter 5

Fandom: DMBJ / The Lost Tomb Reboot

Relationships: Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling/Liu Sang, Iron Triangle

Summary: Liu Sang comes home to them a fraction at a time.

Excerpt:

Bao Haotian sat and worried about her pencils.

She wasn't worried about the first pencil. One was, after all, the minimum amount of pencil needed to be able to take notes. It was the second one that was worrying her. Was two too many? Did it look weird that she had two pencils? But what if something happened to her first pencil? Or - even better - what if someone else needed a pencil and Bao Haotian would be able to lean across and give them one?

Two tables over from her, a solidly built older woman settled into her seat. She rummaged in her bag and set a fat notebook on the table in front of her, then opened a case and arranged three pencils next to the notebook in a neat row.

Bao Haotian relaxed.

Around her, the seats were slowly filling up. It was raining, and a growing flock of folded umbrellas huddled in the corner by the classroom door. She hadn’t expected that there would be this many people here, and it comforted and stressed her in equal measure. Stress, because there being more people here meant there were more people to see if she messed up, but comfort too, because there were this many people who were like her, at least a little.

Several minutes passed, while she sat with her pencils and notebook and the minutes ticked slowly by on the clock on the wall. She counted the number of red notebooks in the room (three) and the number of blue ones (two, including her own). She counted the number of concrete blocks she could see in the wall at the head of the classroom and calculated how many must be hidden by the chalkboard. And all the while, she tried not to think about the new worry that was slowly growing, because more people were coming in a little at a time, but the seat beside her remained horribly, gapingly empty.

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[averagemrfox]

Painting the Town drives me nuts because I live in Austin where Rooster Teeth formerly was located. I drive on this highway all the time and I can’t unsee it

Like I know elevated highways exist in other cities and states but come on

[victoriouscabaret]

New docs day is always a good day

[gameboyhamazing]

summary of my current draft in bad google draw format

[eg515]

the way Queer As Folk uses the lack of background music in certain scenes and lets the emotional moments play out over complete silence is seriously driving me insane in the best and worst way possible

[o-wyrmlight]

A Toast to the Pigs: Chapter 11 - To Brotherhood. A Toast to the Pigs is an AU fic exploring the idea of Harry Du Bois not losing his memory and still having to solve the Martinaise case alongside Kim. This chapter features alcoholism and mentions of suicide/suicidal tendencies.

Why not have a sip? Why not have two? Hell—why not have three? You’ve already opened the bottle, so you may as well lavish in it. The Lieutenant isn’t in the room with you right now. It’s not as if he would know you’ve tasted sweet, sweet ambrosia. But he will when you leave. And this makes you pause. If you look at your disgusting, swollen, disfigured face in the mirror, here is what you will see: Your lips are stained red. So is your tongue. Your teeth. Your breath stinks of a syrupy sugar-sweetness that eats at your enamel. No matter how hard you try to hide it, the Lieutenant will know. After all, he is a detective like you. He trusted you to be in here alone. Did he know that this was here? Was this some kind of test, orchestrated to secure your own humiliation? Listen at the door and hear the truth singing in the floorboards. He listened to you like this when you were in there. He knows. No, he didn’t set this up. When would he have found the time? He knows that you had a little sip of madness. He is searching for the source. He doesn’t trust you with it. He will mock you for your weakness. You will not let him, you decide. You will not let him.

“…It looks like no one’s home,” Kim noted, holding his hands behind his back and glancing up at the purple-lit vent. “He’s probably out for the day. We should come back here tomorrow—say, 21:00.”

Harry sniffed, taking another drink of water. “Why tomorrow? Why not today?”

“Because he probably has other places to be tonight. He left in a hurry, after all—there were other obligations on his mind.”

He was trying so hard not to seem like he wanted to see the man again, it was downright cute. Look at the way he gazed at the door. At how he pulled out one of the last cigarettes from the carton in his pocket. An overgrown, shaggy puppy, waiting and eager to come inside.

Harry squinted at him, tilting his head to the side. The unlit cigarette dangled from his mouth like a toothpick. He took it out and put it away again, frowning. “…All right, bud. What’s the joke?”

“The joke?” Ah—Kim must have let it slip for just a second too long, the humor toying with his nerves. He furrowed his brows, fixing Harry with a stern, confused stare. “We’re investigating a murder, detective. That isn’t a joke.”

“No—no, there’s a joke,” Harry hissed. He shifted on his feet, throwing a baleful glance around them, and planted his hands on his hips. His shoulders hunched as he leaned forward, voice lowering into a growl. “What is it, then? What’s so funny?”

[wuntrum]

got that sketchboard pro thing that props up your ipad and. man. it feels expensive to actually buy it but already it feels soooo much better to actually draw on there

[bitnopa]

this was their dynamic and paru was just too much of a coward to admit it

[sztansescheadache]

the most astronomical cunt served so far im afraid

[depresseddepot]

holy SHIT the scene with the hijra fighting in the lobby is SO cool

[freepassbound]

The off-kilter pictures (one literally).

[xannerz]

i think i might finally just block v*rian completely man i held off on it for so long bc the tags are slow enough as it is, and i was like ohhHhHhh maybe there's a 👌 0.5% chance there will be some cool new fanart that's not featuring the demented OCified fanon version that's just a compressed shitpost jpg of his og character+design from the source material but no, haha, no.

[sheltiechicago]

Beautifully Deficient Red Case by Elevated Imaging Via Flickr: An old Case tractor, at sunset, in Winter.

[ladyhedoniste]

Someone's been sticking hate speech stickers on the ceiling of my building's elevator again, and I've taken it upon myself to start removing them. The first time I did it, it was a lot harder, because I was an idiot and chose the wrong tool for the job (don't use a paint scraper), so I ended up scratching it off with my keys at 1 am and straining my neck. The second time round, the asshole put up three more stickers, but I got them down in less than 10 minutes, with no residue.

Here's a good tip for removing stubborn stickers from a flat surface: instead of a knife or a pair of scissors, try a craft knife or a scalpel. Even a razor blade, or one of those flat, sharp blades from a leather-working kit will do, as long as it had a very flat and thin blade.

[honeyblockm]

Looking back at the roier stream with no context and my first thought was did they bottom storage maximus

[luesmainblog]

[raises hand] this goes double for non-whites, btw. ESPECIALLY black women. a rise in transphobia basically ALWAYS becomes an excuse for racism through pressing white beauty standards onto All Women and then getting "suspicious" when african features don't look like that.