#another from the hoard

[northwestofinsanity]

Early Supertramp Roger Hodgson

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[sanguinessunflower]

*you and Jason are just hanging around and talking about his life and job as the Red Hood, so he asks you about your work life*

Jason: So what's the worst thing you have done at a job?

Y/N: I stole bears...a lot of bears when I worked at Build-A-Bear. People would want refunds and instead of throwing away the bears, I stole them.

Jason: What?

Y/N: You know the 50th anniversary Build-A-Bear? Had clothes and everything? I stole all of that

Jason: You're horrible, you know that right?

Y/N: I KNOW!! But I mean...*sigh* you gotta do what you gotta do

Jason: NO?! WHAT?!

[thegnomelord]

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booby

Yes yes just imagine Price with his pecs pushed out like that just without his arms being bound. Imagine seeing how much the rope makes his chest look bigger before he hides it all under his shirt. Imagine seeing a bit of rope peak beneath his shirt every time he moves his arms, no one else aware of the shibari wrapped around his broad torso but you. And he teases you too, purposely calling on you during a meeting just to see you sputter and try to figure out what's going on even when he knows damn well all of your attention is on him and his chest.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Jack au where he's a psychic who can commune with ghosts. Almost every major character from Supernatural is a ghost. Including Sam Dean and Cas. This would serve these major tennants of his relationships:

Isolated. The people Jack spends the majority of his time with are NOT part of the normal world. Sam, Dean, Cas and Mary live in a bunker and don't know how to be people. The AU hunters are literally from another world. His mom is dead. Kaia is split between realms. The only Real people he knows well are his young adult nerd friends and arguably Harper. You don't want 1/4 of your tie to reality to be a witch who wants to be Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale as her life's aspiration. That's no way to live!

Intangible. Because of Jack's immense power, he is, in a sense, untouchable. He is stopped when people hug him or push him or shoot him because he chooses to stop. There is a veil between him and them. There is also a scarcity of common ground. There is nothing else out there like him. Dean might stomp and bark and howl but, ultimately, what can he do to Jack physically? Nothing. The only power the ghosts have is emotional and social. Imagine being outcasted by the ghosts who can only see you and each other. Ouch!

Fleeting. Everyone he cares for is doomed to die. This happens even before he's born with Cas and Kelly and Mary, but also throughout his life. He both has long strings of tragedy in short periods AND he's immortal and worries about it. Loss and loniness are inevitable for him on a massive scale. Cas might claim that he'll be there with him but he dies like twice a year at least. Picture ghost!Cas midway through a reassuring speech that he's always going to be there with him fading out into the veil mid-sentence.

Guilt-ridden. Life is wasted on the living, isn't it? Youth is wasted on the young. He's got dozens of ghosts needing him to live in the way they want him to so they can feel alive again, and he's not capable of being that (literal) lifeline. He needs to learn how to say no and stick to it. He needs to learn how to live with the fact that he has to disappoint people to live well sometimes. He has to engage with the living, because the dead are going to kill him if he hangs on to them too long.

So if someone could write this devestating yet beautiful 25k+ fic for me that'd be really swell.

[bookshelfdreams]

Hold Fast by hoc_voluerunt / @cuddlytogas

Stede Bonnet is free at last, and on his way back to his love. As "Captain Thomas Edwards", he'll learn a lot about sailing and emotional availability, and perhaps even make a name for himself as the man either brave or foolish enough to hunt the legendary Blackbeard. But rumour has it that Blackbeard may be the opposite of welcoming, if and when he ever catches up... Obligatory overly-long post-season 1 reunion fix-it fic, feat. slow burn reconciliation, more historical accuracy than you wanted, and plenty of piratical action.

[gailynovelry]

I think about how so many resources for dealing with a hoarder house situation online come from a perspective of hatred and frustration for the person(s) perpetuating the hoarder situation in the household, and I think to myself. Would perhaps people have better results by treating the hoarder with a modicum of respect and applying harm reduction strategies to the situation? Like with addiction?

The household we live in teeters in a weird spot where multiple rooms (living room, porch, back room, guest room, upstairs bathroom) are slowly being overtaken with storage boxes.

It's not a filled-to-the-brim hoarding situation yet, but if I'm not actively organizing and cautiously removing items, it came become a really frustrating environment to live in. Blocked closets, hallways you have to squeeze through, stuff like that.

Bu I've been trying to find resources for helping someone out of a hoarding mindset, and so much "advice" approaches the person having the mindset with distaste.

"The problem with hoarders is that they don't think it's a problem!"

That's usually because they see the hoarding as a solution to some other problem, like resource insecurity, or compensating for memory loss via keepsakes. Maybe we should take those fears seriously and help them dismantle it all on their own terms?

[transmechanicus]

Woke up from my little power outage nap and couldn’t even manage to eat a full box of macked cheese, grad school will fuck you up for life kids, do it at your own risk.

[luncheon-aspic]

A couple weeks ago, my old landlady (whose husband died earlier this year, around when she sold my house) suggested that I move in with her now that she's alone and with nothing to do but hang out gossiping at the corner store. I kinda laughed it off, saying that I was actually thinking of moving out of the village and into town (where, she warned me, I'd be axe murdered by tweakers).

But you know.... Maybe I should. It would actually solve (or at least alleviate) a lot of my biggest worries to live with a "Mom" type of person, and having more of a financial safety net would probably let her sleep easier at night. She just lives a couple houses down, so the move wouldn't be an issue. (Just hire some idle youths with a handtruck for my major appliances.)

I don't have a lease any more -- it ran out last month -- so that's not a concern. She has a motorbike and all the time in the world, so getting around would be a lot simpler. I could get back into baking... Heck, maybe we could make make stuff together to sell, which would give her some extra income and something to do with her time.

Hmm....

[mxtxfanatic]

The way the Xianle trio answer the “two wanderers, one cup of water” dilemma is fascinating. Starting with Mu Qing and Feng Xin:

The Head Priest spoke, “Two walked the desert, about to die from thirst, and there was only one cup of water. The one who drinks lives, the one who doesn’t, dies. If you were a god, who would you give that cup of water to? - - Don’t speak yet, I’ll ask the other two and see how they answer.”

The last part of his words were directed to the two standing not too far behind. Mu Qing contemplated and responded cautiously, “May I ask who those two people are, what their natures are like, and what of their merits? A decision can only be made once all the details are known.”

Feng Xin on the other hand, answered, “I don’t know! Don’t ask me, tell them to decide amongst themselves!”

—Chapt. 68: To Ascend is Human; to Fall is Also Human (Part Three)

It may seem that Mu Qing and Feng Xin have given different answers, they are actually the same. Mu Qing says that the person who he’d give the water to is one who is found valuable in the eyes of societal hierarchy. Feng Xin says that he would give the water to whoever they decide on “amongst themselves,” which outsources the issue to the individuals to decide by which test they would choose to pick the winner, either by debate or fighting, etc. But both of these are still putting a set value on an individual’s life, indirectly saying that they believe there to be some objective value or morally neutral scenario that would make sacrificing someone’s life not only permissible but morally correct.

Xie Lian, on the other hand, has an entirely different, effortless response:

Xie Lian turned his head back and said in all seriousness, “Why are you guys laughing? I’m serious. If I was god, I would definitely give another cup.”

Feng Xin and Mu Qing accepted the premise that, despite being gods, they are limited. Xie Lian rebelled against this same assumption, because if he is a god, why shouldn’t he be able to procure just one more cup of water for just one individual on the verge of death by thirst? Why would a god not be able to save everyone he wants to? Guoshi gives an answer:

The Head Priest gently shook that cup of tea in his hand, and the tea swirled in the cup, as if alive. He continued, “All the fortunes in the world, good or bad, are limited. Just like this cup of water, there’s only so much. Once you’ve drunken your fill, there’d be no more left for others. If one receives more, the other must receive less. Throughout the ages, all conflicts are borne from the fact that there are many in this world, but only one cup of water, and no matter who it’s given to there’d be a good reason. You want to change fate? It’s difficult but not impossible. But if you change that child’s life, someone else’s life will also be changed, and more grudges shall be created. Once upon a time you said to just give another cup of water, just like today how you wanted to choose a third path. Your intention is to expand the source; a beautiful thought. But, I will tell you, it’s impossible.”

So tacitly, Guoshi also believes the same as Feng Xin and Mu Qing, that everything is finite and everyone is limited, even the gods. As the story goes on, we are given countless scenarios in which Xie Lian is limited as both a human crown prince, a beloved god, and a banished wanderer. However, he continues to stick with his answer that he would find a way to give two cups. How? Well, for all of Guoshi’s talk of the limits of resources in the world, neither he nor the other two ever took into account one thing: the god can give his own cup to the second thirsty person.

And as long as Xie Lian’s cup is flowing, he has something to give to save one more life.

[northwestofinsanity]

[monkee-mobile]

my brain after finding two monkees records i already have: oh my GOD!! the store owner should give me those free because I already HAVE THEM and the ONES I HAVE ARE IN BETTER CONDITION.

like sorry brain. this man does not care about your record collection. he’d only care about it if you were SELLING IT TO HIM.

[wall-e-gorl]

just finished the last step of decluttering my room 💪why did i have so much stuff 💪

[marvel-queer]

i had to abandon my last account for personal safety reasons, but i coined permaeclipseviewing! feel free to dm me and ask what my old account was, i just dont want to have it on my blog anywhere :>

[camellia-thea]

initially this post had some commentary about interests right now. and then it turned into a ramble about personal healing in the tags. so the interest post is going separately.

[unfortunatelyilikebnha]

Thinking abt kazuma,,, thinkng abt how he has silver eyes compared to kazumi’s gold,,, as if even kazuma’s character design is telling the world he’s in second place, & that he’ll never live up to his brother’s example </3