#but alas i was out in my stores

[greyias]

Well, at least I can play space barbie, as I wait to be reunited with my loth-cat son.

[icewindandboringhorror]

On average, what is the total MONTHLY amount that you spend on dining out*?

*(This doesn't only count going out to restaurants, but also stuff like picking up fast food to bring home, getting a coffee on the way to work, getting a premade sandwich from a grocery store deli during lunch, buying a quick snack from a convenience store or food cart whilst walking somewhere, ordering a pizza or any other food to be delivered to your home, etc.)

*(If you often dine out in groups/as a household: calculate and divide the costs so that you get a Per Person average. This is for YOU individually, NOT the total household/group costs)

(I'm sure polls similar to this have been made before (very common topic), I just haven't personally seen one that I can remember, so, I was curious to do my own! I was discussing this with a group of people today and it was very interesting to see how widely the number varied between individuals. :0c )

(Reblog for bigger sample size if you can, and feel free to explain your answer in tags if there's anything extra to add!)

[stars-and-branches]

Some cute pieces I found at Goodwill today

[sparring-spirals]

JESTER MASS HEAL AS A CRITICAL MOVE IN THE BATTLE sorry off my rocker again about Jester love and optimism as its own brand of offense and love that sunders enemies in half and boosts her friends in all forms and all the jokes about Jester THE cleric and clerics and healers not always being one and the same, but- Jester did heal, and she healed plenty through the campaign. But sometimes being a protector of the group needed the direct offense. It was, it is, always about- action economy and balancing what will protect her friends, what will save them, what will be enough.

Jester blowing the high level spell on healing, and it working. Beautifully.

It was always about protecting everyone with what she had and all its furious love, and this time, healing her friends was more than enough to rip the enemy apart.

[mokeonn]

I think something that is REALLY fun about having a small animal that needs to live in a habitat is making it a hobby to try to make the best possible habitat for them. Like there's nothing more fun than planning and executing different ways create paradise for an animal with a brain no larger than a peanut.

[fridayyy-13th]

happy phanniversary/No But Seriously Imagine It day everyone, i come bearing a slight pfp edit for the occasion :]

ID in alt, as always; i'll be keeping this pfp until the end of the month. (when i switch back, i'm gonna start posting DAPTIT spoilers!! appropriately tagged for filtering, of course.)

[guinevereslancelot]

for the first time in my life i was just asked if i have kids instead of if i'm in college yet. the years start coming and they don't stop coming huh

[manasurge]

bleh

[blujayonthewing]

aesthetic as fuck

[twin-chains]

Based on any criteria: whoever was the most fun to fight, the coolest or most clever design, the hardest battle, general vibes, etc.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[amcdrawnon]

Holy shit it's Shibuya from the hit video game Persona 5

[stellarspecter]

one thing about me is i will be making purchases

[minweber]

"I have trouble sleeping lately. There is a... recurring dream, you see. Night after night, over and over again.

I dream of a road, stretching across an infinite plain. I see figures, moving in the distance, hear the echoes of their voices. Maybe it is the Fade? They say it can look like anything.

I walk the road, for it is impossible not to. And there I meet the figure of blue light, glowing like the midday sky. The figure stands before an old tapestry, its fabric torn, its edges rotting. A silver needle dances along it, as the figure mends the ancient scenes with azure thread that it unspools from its own body.

'Who are you?' I ask every time, though by now I already know the answer.

The figure turns to me. It has no face, and yet I know its gaze when it looks at me. It has no voice, and yet I know its words when they are spoken.

'I am Victory,' it proudly declares. 'I am the triumphant hero at the break of dawn, the power to rise above and overcome. I am the chance taken, the labour completed, the darkness banished and the evil laid low.'

The tapestry stretches into the distance, once more made whole and strong by the glowing thread.

'Rejoice,' the figure says to me. 'For soon you shall know me.'

The figure is frail and unraveling. Much more azure thread is woven into the tapestry than left within it.

I move on.

I walk the road, and cross the sea, and meet the second figure. Its light is red, like blood and fire. It sits as a child might by the ocean, before a castle of sand. Its arms stretch wide to hug the plaything tightly.

'Who are you?' I never fail to ask.

'I am Love,' the figure speaks in two voices. 'I am the champion and the protector, the power to shield and preserve that which you hold dear. I am the family found and the home made. I am the passion and the companionship, the caressing touch and the clasping hand.'

'Rejoice,' it smiles at me. 'For soon you shall know me.'

The castle in its hands is crumbling. No matter how much the figure struggles to catch it all, no matter how tight it holds on - the wind and the waves take their toll.

I hurry away.

The road again. I climb, until I am high in the mountains, meeting the third figure. Its hew is emerald green, crackling with potency. It stands at the peak, in its outstretched left hand - a small globe that it admires.

'I am Hope,' it responds before I even ask. Its voices are many, like reflections in a cracked mirror. 'I am the herald of change and the promise of salvation, the power to rally the faltering and renew the weary. I am the leap of faith, the paths yet untrodden, the faith that there are truths beyond experience.'

'Rejoice,' it calls to me. 'For soon you shall know me.'

I hear how its body creaks and cracks under pressure. The globe is too heavy for anyone to carry, and the hand that holds it is close to shattering.

I turn and run.

The road leads me further, but I only want to get out. It is a blind rush until I stumble into an empty arch, within which - a mirror? A door? I care only that it could be an exit. I reach out to open it.

And I see that my hand is made of purple light.

I wake up then, each time. And lay awake, waiting for tomorrow."

[eunhos]

look how cute this card is 😭😭

[love-fireflysong]

'man I'm so tired from that Metallica concert on Sunday I really should rest to try and recover both physically and mentally' I say as though I'm not practically vibrating in excitement cause I can't wait to build the Ikea wardrobe that was just delivered only this morning fhdjskshs