#cannot believe i didn't post this back in september when i made it

[dontwanderoff]

i like to think helen carries this around in her wallet in the usa :)

[usafphantom2]

During the Gulf War, they use the aging RF-4 for reconnaissance because the SR 71s had been recently deactivated. They were sitting in hangars.

They even sent up F-18s at times to survey the battlefield before they went out."

The Blackbird is the fastest, highest-flying plane in the world. The satellite worshipers in Congress didn't want it, and the Air Force brass preferred spending money on other toys. Satellite buffs like Dick Cheney think satellites will do it all. The fact is, they can't. They only provide interval photography. Cloud cover can hamper their effectiveness. And once they are launched, the equipment cannot be altered. We needed the SR-71’s!

Friendly fire in Washington did.

It was the fighter pilot mafia that killed the Blackbird. They weren’t having it anymore. It’s not that they necessarily truly believed in satellites; it’s that they were sick and tired of the SR 71 being the one plane that was better than them.

Paul Crickmore recently said that the SR 71 was retired five years early.

During the Gulf War, they needed the SR-71 reconnaissance expertise desperately.

Gen. H. Norman Schwarzkopf asked the Pentagon for a Blackbird as early as July when Iraqi forces were assembling on the Kuwait border. His request was denied. The Navy asked for Blackbird overflights in September, but that request was denied, too. For reconnaissance, they were using the aging RF-4! They were asking the fighter pilots when they came back from the field. What was going on out there?

Who knows how many men and women had to die during the Gulf War because we didn’t have the SR 71s?

My father, Skunk Works, Director, and former SR 71 RSO Butch Sheffield, along with Skunk Works Ben Rich, fought hard to keep the SR 71s because of all these reasons; this is why I have made this point I know the truth about what happened in the killing of the Blackbirds

Linda Sheffield

Source Washington Post, JACK ANDERSON and

DALE VAN ATTA

April 18, 1991

Paul Crickmore speech at Royal Aeronautical Society Headquarters Nov 9, 2023

@Habubrats71 via X

[wool-f]

Wellness: Through & Through - Pilates and Running Update

Hello friends! 

This week I'm going to return to the beginning of my health and wellness experiment that I started last year and talk about pilates. 

To the people who know me and who read this blog please forgive me because no I cannot shut up about pilates, but I seriously can't stop. 

It's been one year since I began practicing pilates and I am completely embedded in the cult-like practice and seriously can't stop talking about it. 

But in any case, I've been doing pilates five times a week for the last 12 months and I've noticed amazing results in that time both mentally and physically. 

Since the start of this experiment I have done a lot of things to improve my health and general wellbeing, but pilates is the one thing that has stayed in my routine. 

In celebration of this, I've decided to really challenge myself over the next three weeks and run a half marathon while also completing a 5x5 challenge being done by my pilates studio. 

If you're interested in my plan and current progress, keep reading here! 

Ok so, like I said, I've been doing pilates for 5 days a week every week (except for the period between July - September when I was of course, travelling), and to say I haven't noticed the difference in my body would be a huge lie.

I have said it before and I will reiterate it now, I don't believe in exercising for only aesthetic reasons - I think it's a dangerous way to exist and can easily spiral into disordered eating and other problematic behaviours that can negatively affect health. However, I have noticed a huge difference in my body since beginning pilates. When I started the practice I was in a really bad mental state, I had put on weight and was doing next to no exercise at all. I needed a shock to my system. When I saw my body in comparison to what I looked like a mere eight months prior, I was shocked. Flabbergasted. Taken aback by how much I had let myself go mentally that I didn't notice the physical change in myself. It was like looking at myself with clear eyes again. 

 I got a really good deal at my studio as they had just opened and started going a few times a week. I slowly upped the days I would go until now where I try to get there at least 5 times, if not more. I have noticed that I am not only stronger, more lean and definitely slightly more muscular, but I have also dropped a significant amount of bloatedness and weight around my stomach, back and arms. 

The more important factors of difference for me however, have been the mental health changes I have noticed. I am happier and more focused and have so much more clarity in my daily thoughts and tasks. My sleep is much deeper and of better quality and in general I am just a much more healthy person. 

I enjoy the practice of pilates as a whole and the instructors at my studio are amazing, which definitely makes a difference for me. 

On to the half marathon. 

I began running properly in the Covid lockdowns, despite a lifetime telling myself that I hated running and that I was bad at it. Now I'm fully in the cult of running as well. This year I made a resolution that I would run a half marathon, and I decided to finally bite the bullet and sign up for one in the last month of the year. 

I will be running 21kms on December 3rd in Melbourne and I have started training properly (a bit later than I should have but better late than never) while also doing a pilates challenge, which means I'll be doing two types of strenuous exercise twice a day. 

I've been attempting to run most days now for two weeks. This hasn't gone off to the best start but I've been trying! 

I definitely have had to up my food intake and water intake and I'll be purchasing electrolyte jellies to try out before the big day. 

I'll update you all as I go along and if you want to get in the moment or more consistent updates, head over to my instagram and tiktok!

Otherwise, I'll be back next week with another blog post and as always please let me know if there is anything specific you want to hear/read about, I want this blog to be like a conversation with you all.

Love always,

G xx

[dinner--starving]

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#bbc sherlock - 140 posts

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#prev tags why would you say it like that now im upset and want to cry he thought theyd been going out on dates the whole time. the whole ti

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I tried but no other show comes close to what Sherlock and johnlock evokes in me.

I'm doomed, aren't it?

291 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#4

Once you get a taste of the real Sherlock Holmes, no one else matches up to it. They are all too bland now. That's what happened to John Watson.

He's like a drug....I was hooked

318 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#3

Don't worry guys. We've only had four.

320 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#2

OH MY GOD

Do you need more proof that S4 is fucking fake? And more likely a drug induced coma fever dream?

Remember E? The woman on the bus that "Eurus" pretended to be and had a text affair with John? How did she give John her number? Written on a piece of paper. And what was her number?

I always wondered if there was a signiificance to this phone number. I looked for meta on this but never found a one with proper proofs, forgive me if I overlooked any and please let me know if so. As is with this ridiculous show that even after re-watching it for the 143rd time, I still get baffled at things I didn't notice before!

And I cannot believe that this number comes from

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383 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sherlock couldn't read the real Mary not because she's better than him or that she did something extraordinary to hide her true self.

It's because he met her at a point when all he could think of was John. How he missed John. How he longed for John's companionship. 2 years of being John-starved made him blind to other things. All that mattered was John. His forgiveness. To win him back. Keep him happy.

Caring became a disadvantage after all.

510 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

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assuming they'll keep remaking the older harvest moon games, which would you want to see next? also which of the games on steam would you recommend to a newbie, including rune factory?

Ohhh man. Logically, their next remake will almost definitely be Magical Melody, as the next release and least intensive remake, and I think it'd actually be the best suited to the kind of remake treatment they've been giving the older games! The more recent, cutesy, doll-like style would take only a little adapting for a Magical Melody remake while also being the shortest departure from the original.

BUT the one I want to see? Honestly, I'd like to see remakes of any of the DS games. DS and DS Cute hold super fond memories for me (in general Forget-Me-Not Valley, which the DS games are also set in as in the Wonderful Life line, was my second home as a child), and Island of Happiness was a personal favorite. BUT more keyly, I want to see how they contend with remaking the DS games, all of which made notable use of the DS touchscreen. For that reason I also think they'll probably skip those games for a while, but I Would Like To See It.

For someone new to farm sims, I cannot stress enough:

1. Don't touch any games on steam called "harvest moon" for the time being. All of these are post-schism (more on that in another post) which long story short means they're not what any longtime fan of the genre is talking about when they say Harvest Moon. Some are still decent games, but if you only ever play one game in the genre, it shouldn't be any of those. (ESPECIALLY NOT HARVEST MOON: ONE WORLD OH MY GOD I NEED A SEPARATE POST IF I WANT TO GO INTO HARVEST MOON: ONE WORLD I HAVE A LOT OF VERY STRONG OPINIONS ON HARVEST MOON: ONE WORLD BUT UNTIL YOU KNOW WHETHER YOU LIKE THE GENRE DO NOT PLAY IT.)

2. That being said, I'm approaching the question of which to start with that way: if for some reason you only ever end up playing one game in the genre, which do I think it should be? And THAT is a super super easy question.

If you can bear the wait until September, start with Rune Factory 3: Special.

Generally speaking, I think everyone should play rune factory at least once. The rune factory games were a spinoff to the original Harvest Moon line, adding more RPG elements but most importantly creating this love letter to farm sims in a more fantasy-inspired setting than you'll see in mainline Story of Seasons/Harvest Moon. There is so much care not only in the mechanics, but in creating interesting, lively characters who you actually feel like you're having an impact on in tangible ways. I have been playing and loving and being consumed by farm sims as a genre since I could read, and I've always believed that at their core, they are never about the farm: they're about community, and Rune Factory does that gorgeously.

Why Rune Factory 3: Special over Rune Factory 4: Special or Rune Factory 5, even though RF3S isn't actually out yet?

Simple.

Rune Factory 4 is everyone's favorite. When people say they've played Rune Factory, they almost always mean 4, especially if they only mean ONE game. RF3 is routinely overlooked, even by longstanding fans of the series: not because it's less good (I would argue that the story of RF3 is very close to the core of the genre and generally better than rf4, although both are very good) but because RF4 was the first rune factory game to let you pick between genders for your protagonist. (Tides of Destiny complicates this sentence kind of, which is keyly why I didn't say "the first rune factory where you can play as a girl".)

The big reason is that I think everyone should play Rune Factory 3, and Rune Factory in general is best enjoyed moving forwards, chronologically speaking, as each game is slightly more refined on mechanics and if you move back you're liable to get slightly frustrated with loss of QOL.

If you're wanting to play a farm sim for the first time right now, though, go with RF4. It is the darling of the Rune Factory series, and Rune Factory is the star of the genre. Rune Factory 5 is a good game, but Rune Factory 4 is a great game. You have the option of masc or femme protagonists, a story that (while I prefer rf3's story for many reasons) is absolutely beautiful, and refined mechanics which will absolutely fucking butter your biscuit. Rune factory 5 IS worth playing eventually, but it's not the ideal starting point.

If you're looking for a more laid-back, less combat-oriented farming experience, however, don't go to Rune Factory just yet, as much as that hurts to say. In that case, start with A Wonderful Life. If you must save money, Friends of Mineral Town is a great choice, too, although I think it doesn't work as well as an entry point to the genre. It's a very good core game, but both FOMT and AWL are basic in specific, different ways, and I think AWL is basic in a specific way that better lends itself to new players.

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That's 178 more posts than 2021!

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#please i really want to see them cooperate at the same mission

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My mutuals said that the t shirt Yor is wearing might be Loid's.

Considering it is several sizes too big for Yor, and she's the one doing family laundry.... it is possible that she might be accidentaly (or not) having Loid's shirt on her pile of clothes. 👀

(Or maybe incidents like in Crow's fic happened)

Anyway, I really like the idea that during her bad days, Yor finds comfort in using Loid's clothes, and Loid just let her have them.

Loid just hug her already, smh 😫😫😫😫

744 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#4

One day in the angsty future of SxF.....

At the very first moment Loid and Yor's identity got revealed....

These sentences from them will hit different.

Twilight already know that he cannot involved his feelings, but he can't help it.

See the full post

750 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#3

Been rereading SxF mission 59 for several times now, and I still can't stop laughing.

Especially in this TwiYor misunderstandings.

I believe Becky said this line with "suggestive tones"

Resulting Loid to spit his tea, and the man sweating bullets. He was so afraid that Yor caught the suggestive meaning, and made suggestive scenario that Loid was cheating or be a pedophile or something like that in her mind.

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990 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

I love the development of Yor's character that can be seen from her interaction with Loid and Anya when she got injured.

Yor's job already makes her more prone to injury, but she also has a tendency to abuse her own body to endure the hardest hit as long as she achieve her goals.

Still, she will cover her injuries as best as she can, because she doesn't want to worry or doesn't want to tell her family anything.

Back at extra mission 2, when her guard was still high:

She completely shot down further inquiries from Loid, and run to her room, and tried her best to act that everything's fine at the following day. Completely avoiding the subject by any means necessary.

At chp 56, she did cover her injuries well, but when Loid noticed her swolen face, she just relay excuses, and didn't try to run away from the subject.

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1,061 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

With Spy x Family anime started to air, the fandom gain more people!! I’m so happy!!

For those want to read fics, we do have lots of awesome fanfics that you can find at AO3.

As for my own works, if you adore TwiYor (LoiYor or Loid x Yor) as much as I do, and want to read them you can go to my AO3 profile. 

Please beware of Manga spoilers if you’re only watching the Anime.

Here are some of my own favorites: 

Steps of Spending The Rest of My Life With You (series)

Tales of Mr. and Mrs. Forger (drabble collections)

Daily Shenanigans of 128 Park Avenue's Resident (Slice of Life collections)

A Flower Without Scent that Attracts The Birds (Jealous Loid!! love the trope!)

The Greatest Things Happened in My life (An AU where Yor was the one who adopted Anya first)

EDIT: whoah, never expected this post to gain this much attention. Anyway, I put several links to my all time sxf TwiYor favorite fics from my favorite authors (so I will not sound like someone who boast her own writing and have no shame, though I am 😛)

Everything written by Lacrow are amazing. These are my favorites though:

Papa's ex Girlfriend (Loid had to deal with the sudden reapearance of Karen from chp./ep. one, and keep the Forger family intact)

Forged in Fire (Medieval RPG AU)

Under Your Spell (Witch Yor and Anya, with Knight Loid and Damian AU)

Forger's first Halloween (series)

Mission Files: Family Forger (one shots collection)

The Wicked Tale of the Thorn Princess (a Fairy Tale AU) by JaMills

Your Sweet lips on My lips (8 kisses to fall in love) by Peachygirlie

Mission Complete (what happen at the end of Operation Strix) by Arthurthegatekeeper

Words, Scars, and Choices (Soulmate AU) by Arthurthegatekeeper

A Little Less Than Superhuman (Loid was sick, and Yor took care of him) by Cellwright

Chance Encounter (Eden AU) by smallestsenpai

May I (Loid and Yor dancing) by smallestsenpai

If Your heart was a House You'd be home (LoiYor hurt comfort) by calmthestorm

Mending what's Broken (Identity reveal) by LittlestFallenAngel

Of Glass and Smoke (LoiYor hurt comfort/nightmare) by Pokegeek151

Keeping secrets just to keep you (Identity reveal AU) by dancingpineaples

Scared of Loosing something that I finally found (Loid saving his family) by cloesh_scribbles

I want to lean on you in drunkness (drunk Yor, Loid took care of her) by coloredice

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4,158 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

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Diary 5/?

I'm writing this at the same moment as my previous post, but it won't post until today, Sunday, September 15th. How's the future? In any case, I was struck by something from high school and worried I would forget about it if I did not write about it. God, it's really hard to write at two in the morning. OKAY. RALLY.

When I was in high school, I loved a boy. Shock, panic, crisis, do whatever you need to do to process that information. It wasn't a passionate love by any means, he loved and loves women, and he was in a fiery romance for three of four years in high school. She, while I did not love her as I loved him, was incredible as well.

My parents, as far as I ever saw, never loved one another. When I was eight, I sat on the couch with my oldest sister, and she told me as much.

"They used to fight, but they don't even care enough anymore," she said. I guess the marriage wasn't even worth fighting over. Marriage, to them, was the unspoken agreement that kept them living under the same roof for nine more years. If they told me they forgot about their marriage and it was just more convenient this way, I would be tempted to believe them. Consequently, I was eternally puzzled as to how romance functioned. As my sisters grew up and found successive partners of their own, I did not.

As I type this, I'm not sure why. At 21, I'm far from planting my flag firmly. The thoughts of asexuality and aromanticism have crossed my mind on many lonely nights. Clearly, my parents can't be completely to blame. My sisters have both found partners of their own. I have dated but nothing serious.

'So what? Why bring up your friend and crush at the beginning of the story?'

My goodness, dear reader, I didn't know you were so impatient. I worshipped at the altar of this boy. He could have marched me right off the side of the Empire State Building. He says, "Jump!" and I say, "How high?"

I think you get the picture. But, I think what made me love him was how much he loved his partner and much she loved him. For two years, I believed in love. Have you watched someone with the love of their life? And no, I don't mean envy. Watch them as they laugh, act foolish, make mistakes, argue while their worlds burn around them, and come back together. They were a marvel, unstoppable, and brilliant. Their relationship survived tragedy and long distance for a year. Then, it ended.

Distance wasn't even the killer. Truly, I believe it would have been easier for him if it was. They just changed. The piece at the corner of the puzzle no longer fits its counterpart. Even thinking about it now makes me want to cry. How can it be over? I want to wake up in the morning and know my North Star is still shining. Every day there is something undeniable and real waiting to remind the world that cannot erode the pillars we build our life upon. Not every single one, not every single time. But alas, the wind and rain come for us all, sanding away at the foundations of our world.

Did you know the Appalachian Mountains are older than trees? Isn't that incredible? Every day, the ancient forces of a world-long departed bathe under the same sun as you and me. It's wonderful. But, it's not the same. They are a shadow of what they used to be. Older than oxygen, time has beaten down on the giants of the world long since departed. I wonder if my parents ever felt that love. I wonder if I could have watched their love and felt the same as my friends. I have a hard time imagining that. But perhaps.

Love each other enough for someone to love you. That would make me happy.

I don't know how much I've read, future nonexistent reader ;).

"It's much older than you and me

I'm love, I'm alive

I belong to the stars and the sky."

[limetimo]

Hi! What are your favourite Regulus headcanons?

Hi! This is going to be long xD Behold, the little headcanons I cooked up for him (they're all my favourite):

He may not be the best at showing it but he cares and he cares deeply. He gives his 100% to everything he does. Like... imagine That Girl. That's Regulus. Living like that is exhausting though, and he's constantly on the brink of a burnout.

Walburga's philosophy of "Perfection is to be expected, not praised," as well as her constant unfair comparisons to Sirius left him unable to take praise at the face value. He either thinks it empty flattery or has a deep-seated feeling that there was something wrong with his performance and the other people is just not telling him for some reason. One of the few people who can get pass this is his first Quidditch Captain, Emma Vanity.

He was the first in line for the spot of Slytherin Quidditch Captain when Vanity graduated, but he was already in sixth year, a Prefect, and Marked. He knew he wouldn't be able to give the post the attention it deserved. He recommended Lucinda Talkalot, who was only a fourth year. She slayed tho.

He was mortal enemies with Alecto Carrow. They both tried out for the position of the Seeker but when Regulus was chosen to be the back-up Seeker and she was told to go home, she threw a tantrum, accused him of cheating, and threw his brand new broomstick in the fireplace. Sirius heard the screaming all the way in the Gryffindor common room and dashed to find out who was murdering his little brother.

Regulus only has two volume settings: the inside voice and a bloody banshee

A healthy lifestyle maniac! It started with Quidditch as he wanted to be in top form at all times but it evolved beyond that as a form of executing control over his life. He gets up early to do stretches and go for a swim in the Black lake. It's not unusual for him to write his homework on the floor in a straddle. He's very bad at eating though, every minor inconvenience makes him lose appetite.

Slytherin to the core. I'm pants with time in any form so I'm not sure if this checks on the timeline, but I've been secretly operating on this headcanon for at least a year. → Regulus is two years younger than Sirius, born AFTER September → Sirius leaves for Hogwarts → little Regulus thinks, "Fuck me this is boring. I cannot stand a second year of living only with Mother and Father." and starts plotting → he convinces his parents he should go to Hogwarts early, they take it up with the Board of Directors, Regulus gets tested by Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, and is allowed to attend Hogwarts at the tender age of 10 years and circa five months.

Before puberty hit Sirius with a sledgehammer, people got the Black brothers mixed up all the time. → Filtch dragged Regulus away to detention more than once because he didn't believe him when he said he was the other Black. → Sirius would put on a Slytherin scarf and infiltrate the Slytherins in order to prank them. → One time a Prefect dragged Regulus to the Gryffindor common room after the curfew because he thought he was Sirius out and about causing trouble. Regulus charmed everything a horrid orange pattern and left.

After it became clear that Sirius wasn't coming back home, Regulus made conscious effort to be associated with his cousins, Bellatrix and Narcissa. The Femme Regulus origins ♥

While Narcissa was always his most favourite cousin, he grew really close to Bellatrix after Sirius run away. She taught him how to throw knives, and he commissioned a set for her. He never got around to giving the knife set to her though since it was finished barely a week before his death, when he had other things on his mind.

When he was about six or seven, he and Sirius went to the Gringott's with Uncle Alphard. Sirius run off to somewhere so Alphard sat Regulus down in a waiting room and told him to stay put while he finds Sirius. Alphard found Sirius and then they forgot Regulus in the bank. Reggie spent the night in the Black Vault, reading a book of goblin tales one of the clerks lent him. It was a formative experience that taught him both to respect goblins and to really love House Elves, because Shoo was the one who noticed he was missing.

Not straight. Even when he's attracted to the opposite gender only he's doing it queerly. (*cough the Death Eater MILFs AU cough*)

He's either a slut-slut or a slut in aesthetics only, but there's no denying he's a slut.

CATS CATS CATS CATS CATS

He was a big fan of Newt Scamander. He drew pictures of magical creatures and mailed them to Newt every Saturday for years until he got a letter back. They became close friends but despite the strong personal sympathies they never met face to face.

JOURNALS JOURNALS JOURNALS JOURNALS JOURNALS

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE!⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY! I’LL SEND A DM/ASK MESSAGE FOR A WARNING BEFORE I BLOCK THEM!⚠️

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Titles: Happy Spot Day - 10th Anniversary & I Cuteness Male - Spot Speedster

😁Hello! Hello!😁 It's Spot Speedster's 10th Anniversary Celebration!🥳️🎂🐶🏎

• And boy ah boy, what a journey that he was! All date back to September of 2011 when I decided to create my own OC for the first time while I'm at High School (3rd Year) and a Chowder cartoon fan, which I'm still on it to this day. So here's what Spot looks like in my first reference sheet artwork.↓

• Uh yeah, did I mention that his name was inspired by my Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune 3DX+'s tuning card? Yup, I did that! But I didn't made nor register that tuning card though, it was actually given from my old and former best friend (who I won't tell his name and he's now live in somewhere). And yes, I did have that old tuning card via scan, and as of today, I can't find it after I scan it. Here's what it looks like.↓

• And by the way, I'm still love playing Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune to this day, and I missed playing Wangan Maxi at the arcade! I have so many memories of playing games at the arcade (from different malls) with my former friends back from 2010 to 2012, and I can't tell my story. And believe it or not, 2010 is the beginning of my playthrough arcades with my former friends long before my 1st OC debut a year later. Plus 2010 is my best year so far though. So yeah, that's my short memory story.

• Anyway let's get back to my first OC reference sheet! Judging from the looks of him (which I drew using my pencil), he's a pretty short kid, blue clothes, and his trademark turbo shoes/sneakers. And here's my 5th Anniversary reference sheet as a comparison.↓

• His height has grown but his personality and clothes remain intact. He never gets old, huh. And so his age and his ambition, too. Hey fun fact, did you know that his original fur color was cyan? Well actually, quite close to cyan color until I change his color fur to a fitted one. I still have my old artwork from my thumb drive, and here's what it looks like as an example.↓

• So yeah, and the rest is now history on his memory books. And yes, he's still a student driver apprentice with his dad/driver master Bonn "The Spot" Speedster 🚹🐰. And someday he too becomes his dad's successor.

(Title: Happy Spot Day - 10th Anniversary)

• Okay back to my artwork! I made a big party artwork of bday boy Spot, his dad, and his beloved male friends who dressed up as Spot. Not to mention the racing theme that he loves 🏁🏎, raging from Sammir riding a race kart 🏎, Sam's opening a large bottle of soda 🥤🍾 (instead of champagne), to Shadow and Caleb wearing the racing wreath while holding balloons 🌿🎈, and even Maxwell stood tall at the first place podium while holding the "1st place" trophy 🏆🥇. And we cannot forget Chowder brought a celebration cake from their catering company (Mung Daal made that though). I was gonna add Riya, but I want it to make all male OCs just like I did to her previous 5th Anniversary back in 2018. [CLICK ME!]

Spot 🐶🏎: Wow! First off, look cute back then! =3 Second, to be honest, coloring with cyan on my fur wasn't so bad until you change it, so I feel alright with it.🙂👍 Third, I still have my personal tune-up Impreza car[GDB-C], and it never ever gets old! And finally fourth, thanks so much for celebrating my 10th Anniversary, guys! I love you all, and I love you, dad!🥰️❤️️

Bonn 🚹🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): No problem, son! I love you, too, Spot!🤗❤️️

Riya 🐰🏎, Rita 🚺🐶, Cude 🐰🤖, and MuruKir 🔵⭐(wearing Spot's clothes): 🎂🎈 Happy 10th Anniversary, Spot!🥳️🎊

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot clothes): Check it out, Spot! Our creator has a gift for you! Show to him, dude!😁

Well, here you go!🎁↓

(Title: I Cuteness Male - Spot Speedster)

• Here it is! A revamped of his Cuteness Defender form! Hoping that I will make more revamp Cuteness Defender artworks very soon. But for now, this is my first revamped Cuteness Defender artwork using my digital drawing/graphic tablet (and GIMP 2.10.28), the XP-Pen Deco 01 V2.🖊️📝🖥 If you want to see my original, then please [CLICK ME!].

Cude 🐰🤖(wearing his Spot clothes): Wow! He looks awesome than the original traditional art!😃 And his first armor is a great GREAT choice, Spot!😁👍

Spot 🐶🏎: Yeah! You know, I do have my own custom uniform suit, but this recent uniform of mine and my armor suits me well! This artwork looks awesome, alright! Thanks so much!😁👍

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Ya sure do, Spot! And hoping that I will have my revamped Cuteness Defender artwork, too for my 10th Anniversary!😊

Cude 🐰🤖(wearing his Spot clothes): Me too, Ri! I want to see mine as well for my 5th Anniversary! 😊 But for now, Spot deserved this for his 10th-year celebration!

MuruKir🔵⭐(wearing his Riya clothes): I'm so amazed! I already have my own (from our creator), and he looks awesome as I am!😁

Bonn 🚹🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): This looks nice! You made my son proud!🙂👍

Rita 🚺🐶 (wearing Spot's clothes): And he loves it, alright! Great job!😊👍

• Thanks so much for your comments, guys!😊 Uh yeah, as I promise, I will now show ya my two upcoming OCs will be revealed this year 2022! Check it out!↓

• Heheh... A reference to Pinkfong and Hogi colors, am I right? Well, kind of... But nonetheless, I'm not sure what are my upcoming OCs look like. Will these are male ♂ and female ♀? female ♀ and female ♀? Or the opposite of the gender spectrum (male ♂ and male ♂)? I won't tell ya when the OC reveals in their respective months, soon. (Though changes will be made after their first pre-look.)

BTW: These two upcoming OCs of mine are my first time will not be debut in deviantART. But in here on Tumblr (as exclusively).

Spot 🐶🏎: Ooow! I can't wait to see those!😮

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): I'm excited for new friends!😃

Cude 🐰🤖(wearing his Spot clothes): Me too! I'm so eagerly interested!😁

MuruKir🔵⭐(wearing his Riya clothes): Heck yeah! Same here!😃

Bonn 🚹🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): No spoilers allowed, so we're gonna wait and be patient, children!😉

Rita 🚺🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): He's right. Who knows, what the creator is up to though. But for now, let's celebrate our son's anniversary!😁

🎂🎈*The Speedster family and friends are continuing to celebrate Spot's 10th Anniversary*.🥳️🎊

*Epilogue*

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Hey Spot, you have a message from Vanilla!

* Spot retrieves his own phone and open a video chat app 📲🤳*

Vanilla🐰🎀(wearing her Spot clothes): Hi Spotty!👋😁 I'm wearing the personal clothes (from yours) that you gave me! And happy 10th Anniversary, Spotty! Let's have a private dinner tonight, you and me!😊 I cook some homemade foods that you're willing to try!🍽

Spot 🐶🏎: Awww thanks so much! I'm glad you like it!🥰 And of course, I would love to, Vanilla love! I hope your cooking is delicious!😋 See ya! I'll meet you at your house.

Vanilla🐰🎀(wearing her Spot clothes): Okay! Love you, Spotty!🥰️

Spot 🐶🏎: Love you too, Vanilla love! Bye! *video chat call ended*🥰️

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Awww isn't that sweet!? You and my best friend at her house for a private dinner? I wish my boyfriend Mocho will have a private dinner, but sadly he disappeared... Or not.😟 But I'm not sure where he is... *sigh*😔

Spot 🐶🏎: Hey cheer up, Ri!👋😊I'm sure someday he'll come back to pick up his girlfriend; that's you.

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Yeah, I know. <=]

Once again, happy 10th Anniversary Spot! 🥳️ And that's all for now!😊

If you want to see my OC Riya's 8th Anniversary made by my A-Pal @bryan360, then please [CLICK ME!].

Shadow R. and Caleb are owned by @carmenramcat

Maxwell and Sam are owned by @bryan360

Jason Watterson, Jr. is owned by Edalhoff345

(HTF OC) Sammir is owned by sammirbear2k42021

Chowder (Chowder TV Show) © Cartoon Network, C.H. Greenblatt

[randomgenericgaming]

I hate YouTube drama but...

As you all have probably heard, YouTuber icon ProJared is separating from his wife, Heidi, after almost five years of marriage.

Why?

Rumors started flooding in on Twitter and across the rest of the internet that Jared 'ProJared" Knabenbauer has been soliciting nudes from fans for several years, some underaged (which some claim the YouTuber knew they were underage).

Posted on Reddit, former fans share their experiences with the YouTuber and some have even shared the pictures received from said YouTuber. (I've seen about a dozen of his selfies fans posted, fortunately clothed, but definitely 'TRYING' to be seductive. I say trying because the photos are very cringey and he's not attractive in anyway. Looks like the dude who calls chicks 'milady' everytime one walks by.)

That's not even it.

Soon-to-be-ex-wife cosplayer, Heidi, has also went on Twitter with her side of the story.

"Anyway I've spent the last year working on my own mental health and making fairy houses. I've been focused in my goals. I just moved out into my own place. I want nothing more in life but to escape my cheating husband and the reach of his social influence."

Heidi via Twitter May 9.

Heidi O'Ferrall claims Holly "CommanderHolly" Conrad and Jared shared nude pictures while also sleeping together. Holly recently separated from her husband, Ross O'Donovan, back in September last year. Heidi claims Jared said they'd work through their marriage, while he told Holly he planned on leaving his wife.

So which is is, Jared?

I'm sure the rest of the internet agrees when I say, "Heidi, we stand with you."

As a married woman who suffers from mental health disabilities, I cannot think of anything more hurtful than having a partner I cannot trust. I'd probably fall apart if my husband wasn't supportive or nurturing.

...

Commander Holly and ProJared both made public statements as well as Ross O'Donovan.

Holly says she's getting off Twitter for a while and believes their business is their own.

Jared stated his separation from his wife and said her well being is his main focus. (Yeah right)

Heidi opens up a conversation about his cheating and looks forward to living her new life away from him.

Ross thanks his fans for their kind words and support but he doesn't want to be dragged in because this has nothing to do with him and he's moved on with his life.

Normal boots also released a statement claiming that ProJared has been fired from their team and were actually in the works of having him removed before the allegations became public.

At the end of the day, ProJared is a piece of shit who can't keep his willy in and I'm glad to see his subscribers drop below a million. Should he face jail? If there's an investigation and they find that he did indeed send repulsive images or demanded images from minors, then YES YES YES. Lock him up.

To the fans, Heidi, and Ross:

You didn't deserve this. He's a grown man who made his own decisions and because of those actions you were hurt. I hope one day you can move on with your lives and find the happiness in life that keeps you moving forward, never to look back.

[inspiredhearts]

Hmm, I don't really know why I'm here

I'm moving on, I'm moving forward, because what choice do I have? It just seems that my happy and safe place which is my Twitter account is suffocating for me right now because I opened up to someone there and maybe she was drained because of me and I can't help but think that my absence will be her happiness and all that and that I cannot just open up there anymore. I don't know, I wish this feeling would go away. I regret opening up to her but I can't do anything about it anymore.

So I've been addicted lately to knowing more about my zodiac sign - astrology, tarot cards and whatnot that I've been watching some (maybe a lot) of vids on YT about it. The readings, even though they're just general readings, just resonate with me so much.

All of the videos I watched are saying that by August, something that I was manifesting will come true. Like, I manifested that. Also that someone will get in touch with me or something similar to that. Well, I've only been thinking about him and our supposed September vacation which we all know would never happen anymore because we aren't talking anymore but a part of me - a huge part of me sadly - wants to believe that by August he will contact me and tell me that he still wants to be with me to go on a vaykay. I know this is really impossible but those fucking readings that I watched and just saw on Youtube based on their titles just all say the same thing and I am hoping for it to come true even though I know that if it won't come true I will be disappointed yet again. But, so what, right? I'm already hurt and disappointed so more disappointment about that specific thing wouldn't really matter that much anymore... or would it? I don't really know. All I know is that I still badly want to be with him to talk about a lot of things and I still want to talk to him.

There are times when I start to blame him and hate him for leaving me. I stayed but he left me all of a sudden. It hurts, you know? It hurts being left behind by someone who you thought is your soulmate. By someone who made you happy during the last 2 months you were talking - that everyday communication with him. That's why I'm trying to forgive myself for blaming him sometimes because I can't help it. I know naman na it's not his fault so whenever I get back to my senses, I don't think about blaming him anymore.

Oh wait, since I am into this tarot thing and whatevers, I also learned about the existence of a twin flame which is something greater than a soulmate and damn, I think that he's my twin flame? I'm not sure if I'm just overthinking it but we just really vibe with each other so much that it's only natural for me to think about him when I was listening to the video explaining the concept of a twin flame. Well, if this is true, then sooner or later we'll meet again, right?

Damn, I know I am not in love but I've been listening to these tarot love readings and just the word love is being thrown all over and I think about him. I am not in love, but I want him back in my life. I am not in love, I am really sure of this.

I want him back. Will August give him back to me? Or will I look back on this post with an update that nope, he didn't come back, all those readings were off and that I was just really hoping for him to come back that's why I kept seeing those?

I really believe that it's the latter because, come on, it's just a month since he left me, it would be a surprise (a nice one though) if it came true. It is close to impossible, really, but here the fuck I am, still hoping.

You know, I haven't been too obsessed with destiny or fate or whatever since forever. I thought I've outgrown these - asking for a sign, looking for signs, etc. Turns out that when I want something in my life, I still turn to destiny and fate and serendipity that something will come my way. I haven't outgrown these childish things, because at the end of the day, I still hope for some bigger energy to just guide me in this life to make me happy. I still hope for this unexplainable thing that will happen in my life which will make me realize things, which will help me understand things.

I mean, meeting someone like him in that space is like serendipity enough. Come on, it was unexpected. Damn it he made me believe in things again. Damn, our encounter was just really... unexpected. That's why I'm so obsessed with it. That's why I'm so obsessed in keeping our relationship/friendship intact. Because I never met someone like him for a long time, and I'm pretty sure I'll never meet someone like him again - at least not in that space, and at least not for a long time, or not in forever?

I am being selfish right now by wanting so many things for myself. I just want to be happy with him. I also want him to be happy. I want us to be happy on our own as well. I hope he's doing better. I always wish for that.

[dgarski]

Time does not heal all wounds.

Two years ago today, March 6, 2019, my life changed forever. Recovering, healing, processing...all of these things have fully encompassed me every day of those two years. Mental healing however, has been another thing altogether. There is so much that I don't remember. Mostly, I see flashes and pictures in my mind, of me in the hospital. I remember almost nothing of the night that I collapsed. Even waking up in the hospital, there is so much I still don't remember. It was like watching life unfolding through the eyes of someone else. I do remember the desperate feeling of being trapped and completely lost. I remember the feeling of imminent death. I was so close, but somehow, I lived. I was awake, but I didn't really know what happened to me. The doctors, the nurses and family all tried to tell me about my collapse and how I had survived a stroke, a heart attack and a seizure. I thought they were kidding. I thought they were talking about someone else. Nothing made sense. I couldn't account for time. My entire life had dramatically halted.

After the first week, I was brought out of I.C.U. to the physical therapy floor. I finally got my own private room. It was mostly quiet. I remember looking out the big windows of my room, at the city of Orlando. "There's my city." It was a view I had never imagined before. I was in a hospital room, looking out at the view of downtown Orlando. At the time, I had no idea how long I would be there. I wanted to leave. I knew that if I didn't get out soon, I would snap. Decisions were being made by my family, that I don't think I will ever completely understand. I have had a lot of time to think about all that; and I concluded that, at the time, I must have believed that I could die at any moment; and that it would be best if I just agreed with anything and everything I was told. I think that I must have been convinced that I was in the hospital for two weeks because they really needed to keep an eye on me; because I could maybe have another stroke or another heart attack at any second. I don't think I've ever felt so weak, so scared, so numb, in my entire life.

Once I was released from the hospital, the very next day, I found myself on an airplane to Chicago with my mother and my brother-in-law. I remember looking out the window, as the plane ascended over downtown Orlando, and thinking to myself, "Hey, there's my city!" This time, it was from a much more profound point of view. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I would ever see it again. I still didn't really know what was going on inside my head. I must have thought that me going to Wisconsin was just a weird sort of unplanned vacation, and that I would be back in Florida in a week or two. I remember the immediate cold of Chicago, as we walked to my brother-in-law's truck from the airport terminal. There I was, standing in a parking lot at O'Hare airport. It made no sense to me. It was night, and we were on a freeway headed to Racine. I hadn't been back to Wisconsin since Christmas 2002. A lot had changed in 17 years.

For the next several days, I slept and slept. I was still so weak. I was initially on so much medication, it was really wreaking havoc on my body. Within a few days or so, my mental faculties began to become more and more lucid. Being scared that I might die at any moment, was quickly being replaced with depression, anger and frustration. I started to piece the puzzle together. I began to realize that in the blink of an eye, I literally lost just about everything.

The actual physical recovery took very little time for me. I remember still having almost no strength in my arms or legs. Walking took some effort. Once I got myself motivated, I began to get the strength back in my legs. Within a few more weeks, I was walking to the lake and back. It would still exhaust me, because I was on so much high-dose medication at the time. I always seemed to be light-headed. The doctors regulated the prescriptions and I began to feel better. I was still very weak in most areas of my body. Over the summer of 2019, I began to feel more and more physically normal. In September, I began working again. The job didn't require a great deal of physical strain. I certainly did a lot of walking though. I pushed myself to work as many 12-hour days as I could. When I wasn't at work, I mowed the lawn at my parents house. When it snowed, I even shoveled the sidewalks. I honestly don't know where I found the strength to push myself. Perhaps it was an extreme instinct to get out of the place where I was so that I could get back to the place where I belong.

Even though my body was healing, my brain was still trying to recover. I mean that in a sense that, my mental faculties were still reeling from all that had happened to me. Some call it "post traumatic stress disorder." I don't know if that's what I actually had or maybe I am still dealing with it. I don't really know what constitutes someone having P.T.S.D. Whatever the fight was, I was in it completely on my own. I remember each day as sort of a movie that I was actually living. None of it ever seemed real to me. It was very much like a nightmare. I would go to bed, hoping that I would wake up and it would all be a terrible dream.

Time does not heal all wounds. Some scars just never heal, especially the ones you cannot see. I remember feeling angry, frustrated and confused. Luckily, I had a couple of people that I could turn to, to help support me emotionally. Unfortunately, there were others who chose to kick me when I was down. Maybe they simply didn't understand what I was going through, and it was easier for them to criticize, condemn and judge me. I've had to let all of those people go. It sucks that it has to be this way. I certainly didn't choose it. I didn't ask for this to happen to me.

So many questions still remain. Can forgiveness ever be a part of the healing? Will I ever be able to completely let go of the pain of so much loss? How will I feel about all of this, in another two years?

I think about so many things that have happened in the past two years. I think about those days in the hospital and how long I was there, and how very little I remember about any of it. I remember being in Wisconsin, freezing almost every day. I was never warm enough to be comfortable. I remember how much I absolutely hated being there and how much I wanted to leave and go back home to Florida. I remember working at the hospital, trying to convince myself that working 48 hours in four days each week, was the only way I was going to save enough money to get myself out of Racine and back home to Orlando. I remember laying in a bed in a very cold, damp basement bedroom, wondering how my life had dropped to such incredible depths of despair and loss. I was alive, but what was I supposed to learn from all that had happened to me?

It is so very true that desperation will make any human being do just about anything to survive. I found out what I am truly made of, way down deep in my soul. Yes, I had a lot of help in the process, but I learned that I am a real survivor, in every sense of the word. I don't think that most people ever get to experience the realization of their own mortality and the unknown inner strengths. So few ever get to find out what they are truly capable of, deep inside.

When I hear stories or talk with someone who has been in the hospital or has had their life dramatically changed forever, I can feel the pain they feel. I know that I feel a sense of new found wisdom and appreciation for the little things in life. I find myself watching the sunsets more often, taking more pictures, watching the clouds change into strange shapes. I can sense so much more now. When you've come close to death and you live, there comes a profound new type of knowledge that is impossible to define. It clarifies and enlightens everything.

If you are close with someone who has had a stroke and survived, you must learn to treat them with patience, kindness and understanding, and do so unconditionally. After a stroke, the brain, in all of its entire complication, is a slowly healing brain that has been through one of the worst types of change. A stroke survivor may heal physically on the outside, but it's the mental and emotional healing on the inside, that may take much longer.

A stroke survivor will feel anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, depression, and may even become emotional without ever knowing why. Some emotions may be intense reactions to the environment or people. Outbursts of crying for little or no reason, may happen occasionally. There may even be personality changes. You must learn to allow these people their time to heal and process their life after a stroke. It may take a few weeks, a few months or the rest of their life.

After two years of healing, I am more in tune with my mortality now, than I ever was before.

[mistresspandora-archive]

Hey! The Fray Is a Year Old Today!

One year ago today, I succumbed to temptation (and @levisqueaks unfailing encouragement and enabling) and posted The Fray, my first Jamie/John story.

This story is pretty near and dear to my heart, not because I think it was that spectacular (I am proud of it, but there are some things I would do differently if I rewrote it today), but because of what it represents.

The Fray is the story that...

Brought me into the OL/LJG fandom

Saw me leaping gleefully aboard the Jamie/John ship (more of a rowboat at the time lol) and start paddling merrily along

Introduced me to this wonderful niche of people who I consider real friends now

Ended a (roughly) two year hiatus in which I wrote nothing (I cannot stress the importance of this enough; I didn't even write for myself and it was utter darkness)

Made me fall in love with storytelling again

Led me back to a passion (writing) and to a support system (my fandom friends) that carried me through an exceptionally difficult year

Got me thinking about the real importance of fanfic as an art form and made me additionally passionate about that

Helped me to believe again that my stories are worth telling

When I posted The Fray last year, it was honestly just to make the John-voice in my head shut up. I thought it was going to be a one-and-done, fade-back-into-the-shadows situation. I had been a relatively unknown Destiel writer; I figured no one would notice and it would be lost in the thousands of new Jamie/John stories posted every week, like my experience in Supernatural.

Boy, did I misread that situation.

Last September, I officially added The Fray to my Gods of War series, as part 1. My goal for Gods of War is that when I've covered all the ground I want to cover, I'll have a novel-length story. Someday, when it's finished, and I print and bind myself a copy, The Fray will be Chapter 1.

So, thank you, to everyone who's been so supportive of me and my stories over the last year. Especially in those early days. I can't stress enough how much that encouragement meant to me at the time and still does now. I don't talk about my writing hiatus much or what happened there, but looking back on it, there was a hell of a lot riding on The Fray for me. Probably more than there should have been, and certainly more than I realized at the time.

And here we are, one year, 47 stories, almost 400K words, and a bunch of amazing friends later... Happy Birthday, The Fray, you funky little angst bucket, you. To celebrate, later today I'll post the title and cover art for my current Jamie/John story still in production. And maybe a teaser of it for WIP Wednesday?

All that said, if you've never read The Fray before or are feeling nostalgic, you can find it here on AO3.