#daily inconveniences

[keicordelle]

The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Mixed Race Housing

Living in the Scion's dorms was... hard. Keshet had never felt his otherness quite as much as when he moved in with his comrades. They were all understanding, and they certainly did their best, but Keshet could never quite shake the knowledge that he was different. Both in terms of upbringing, and of anatomy.

Most people, when they bunked with roommates or in communal lodging, had to worry about things like their housemates snoring or eating their food. Keshet... well, the accommodations to his living space were a little bit more drastic than those of your average hyur.

The low ceilings he had learned to live with, for the most part. He still sometimes smacked his head when entering a doorway, but most buildings across Eorzea were not built for someone of his height, and he'd grown more or less accustomed to ducking. He shared plenty of long-suffering looks with the Boulder brothers, but ultimately, there was relatively little he could do to keep from whacking his head besides just remembering to stoop. Though the brain cells he lost every time he forgot made it harder and harder with each passing day, or so he liked to claim.

And he did like being able to help out the others. Sometimes, when Tataru was baking, he'd sit in the kitchen with her and fetch whatever she needed from the upper cupboards, because the only person who struggled more with the geography of the Rising Stones was her. She'd feed him all the best of her creations in exchange, and he always got first dibs at mealtime - though by then he was often so stuffed full of stolen mouthfuls that he could barely eat the meal he'd helped prepare.

The biggest issue, though, came when it was time to bed down. The snoring he could live with - he was used to sleeping in a camp full of people, with only thin fabric walls to divide them (if that). And he’d grown sufficiently used to sleeping indoors that the inability to see the sky didn't bother him as much as it used to, though he still preferred to sleep outside whenever he could get away with it. The problem was that he slept with a bunch of people from frigid Sharlayan, and that meant he froze his damned tail off every time he lay down to sleep.

Back on the Steppe, he was used to dozing in the blazing sun, sprawled out on a hot rock and basking in the heat, just like a real lizard. Trying to sleep here, with only the blankets of his self-made nest to warm him, was like trying to sleep half-submerged in a river: not bloody comfortable. But it was a shared space and he was keenly aware that he was the odd man out in that regard, so he kept his complaints to himself and tried to soak up as much sun as he could during the day.

He should have known his friends better than that.

"What's this?" The glowing red lamp towering beside his nest of blankets commanded Keshet's attention as soon as he stepped foot into the dorm, scattering all thoughts of the day's training exercises to the wind. Tataru beamed at him from across the room, hands on her hips and that cunning glint in her eyes that always made him just a little bit nervous. It seemed that this time, though, it had been turned in his favor.

Thancred bumped him jovially with his shoulder, urging him forwards. "You don't think we didn't notice how uncomfortable you are sleeping here, did you? Friends pay attention to that sort of thing."

The heat that radiated from the lamp became obvious as Keshet stepped towards it, nervousness turning to incredulity as he drew near. "Is this..."

"A heat lamp," Urianger supplied for him, scratching bashfully at his head. "We thought it might provide thee some comfort."

"He means that we asked around in the Firmament to find out what the dragons use to keep warm, and Marcelloix suggested this," Alisaie said. "A lizard's a lizard, no matter its scales, right?"

Keshet was too distracted by the warmth that radiated from the lamp to offer more than a half-hearted, "Right," in response. Nhaama, it was so warm. The heat soaked into his scales and eased the tension in his muscles. Gods, he just wanted to... well, that was the point, wasn't it?

He curled up in front of it, uncaring for the half-hidden smirks of his audience as he curled his tail over his thigh and turned his face towards the glow. Less than a minute later, the quiet sound of snoring drifted from the contented Au Ra. Tataru grinned, waving the others away. "Looks like it was worth the effort."

(By the time she returned to head to bed herself, she found G'raha and Y'shtola curled up in front of the heater as well, the three of them cuddled into a comfortable pile before it. Maybe they'd have to get a few more heaters to go around.)

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[remxedmoon]

triplets! cute!!! they must have some difference between them… but i can’t see any…

greyscale versions under the cut!

[another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire]

imagine emailing your real estate agent and getting an auto-reply vacation message that he's no longer in the country because he and his wife have gone vampire-hunting

[daily-crowley]

hey thank you for your work, makes my everydays fr

could i ask for some more 1800 edinburgh crowley? it's my fav but i couldn't find any cool HD screenshots anywhere😭

Crowley Of The Day: obviously, not all of these photos are HD so I’ll start by apologizing for that. Also, I wasn’t sure if you wanted 1800s from S1 or S2 so I did both.

If I got it wrong, you want more photos with better quality, or just from a certain season don’t hesitate to message me again and I can do that! I have thousands of thousands of GO photos these are just the first ones I came across that I have saved.

[braisedhoney]

i’m still working on it but uh. my relaxation from my hobby (making a fanfic comic) is to do more things with my hobby (drawing another sona comic. because of course it is.)

ANYWAY anyone else super hyped for the graphic novel?? like holy shit, new official danny phantom content in 2023, and it includes TUE?? wicked.

[corporatefrog]

╭₊˚ ๑︰Being a Youtuber who reports on South Park Superheroes

A/N: made a post about this the other day and can’t stop thinking about it. I just love the idea of making video essays about the superheroes while the city is destroyed everyday like it’s Gotham 

EDIT: this post is being turned into a SMAU that you can read here

- Being a university student in South Park, you’re simultaneously fighting Midterms and constant ridiculous levels of crime

- You grew up a few hours away from South Park so when you were offered a full ride to their university, of course you said yes 

- After threating to sue (and crying in the dean’s office for 3 hours), the university offered to help pay for housing in a more expensive building away from the center of the city 

- making youtube videos about the heroes and villains was a way to deal with the flabbergasting fact that a random dude in a tinfoil helmet is fighting a dude dressed like a raccoon on the daily 

- the account gains traction with other people in the town

- now you’re a niche internet microcelebrity all because you lost your house. yay...

- you were even able to interview Call Girl for a video! 

- after that, the coon started badgering you to make a video with him as well

- to which you said “no fuck off” 

- spoiler alert: he didn’t take that well

- next day you had a brick thrown through your window

- it was easy to figure out who it was 

- being neighbors with kenny, kyle, and stan gives you a place to go instead of waiting for the landlord to call someone to fix your window 

- you hadn’t known them too well before but when you said the coon had thrown a brick through your window, they both became insanely interested 

- turns out the don’t really like him either 

- “bro what do you mean your favorite is the human kite? a strong breeze would send him halfway across the city- he’s a flying squirrel made of plastic and delusion.” 

- definitely being a professor chaos stan. 

I kind of want to make this into a whole smau but idk if there would be pairings or anything, just silly interactions with an overarching storyline 

[zeldaelmo]

Chapter 21 — Open Secrets

Link stood, brush in hand, on one of his two (!) balconies and tried to enjoy the view. That he didn't succeed wasn't the view's fault—snow-covered mountain peaks and clear blue sky were pleasant enough. So pleasant that he tried to capture it on his canvas, after all. The balconies were exquisite, too, even if he was currently standing on the smaller one because of a better angle to paint. It was still roomy and with an ornate iron balustrade, right out of a romantic novel.

He didn't need to drop his gaze down to the gardens to know that no lover was gazing up at him and nobody would sing a romantic song to him any time soon.

It was arrogant and selfish to complain about the stay in the mansion close to Rito village. Well, he wouldn't exactly call it complaining. “Rito's Nest” had several guest suites and despite their comparably low status, someone had decided that the Royal Guard visiting for their ‘reward’ should reside in one of them. The staff probably liked to pretend the relevant times of their mansion hadn't passed yet. His apartment in the castle was functional, but here he had two luxury rooms with a full bathroom just for himself, and the two balconies. That was nice. Unnecessary, but nice.

[see-arcane]

There have been a lot of Jonathan and Renfield comparisons, as there should be, but I think today's entry really exemplifies a key difference. Namely:

Jack: "You want to go out? Here! Door's open!"

Renfield: ...

Jack: "Door's still open. Right now. If you want to go out."

Renfield: ...

Jack: "So you don't want to go out? You're sure?"

Renfield: ...

Jack: "Alright. Closing the door now--"

Renfield: -shoots out past the attendant-

Jonathan is the cat you never let near the door, or else he Will take off and never come back.

Renfield is the cat who will wait by an open door until the second you decide to close it, then claw and scratch and barrel his way out.

[nikkiissleepy]

considering taking a break from nikki and this blog

[apricity-is-you]

Romano: If guardian angels are real, mine is drinking vodka straight from the bottle and pretending I don't exist.

[grumpyoldsnake]

One of these days. One of these days, I will figure out what the hell makes the tipping point beyond which either a) there’s socialization that I feel insulated from and kind of numb about and too tired to pursue, or b) socialization where the very notion of so much as expressing one (1) internal thought or emotion suffuses my whole body with adrenaline and blaring Nope instincts.

[keicordelle]

The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Taciturn

Somehow, Keshet had gotten a reputation for being the silent and contemplative type, and he wasn't really sure how that happened.

Okay, that was a lie. He knew exactly how he'd earned himself that reputation, but it had absolutely nothing to do with the brooding hero image others liked to project onto him. Really, he rather liked to talk. Okay, so maybe he would rather let his blade speak for him when it came to dealing with his enemies, and he was definitely a "strike first, ask questions later" kind of Au Ra, and admittedly he would rather pull his own scales off than sit through one more diplomatic meeting...

Well alright, maybe it was a reputation well deserved. But when he was in good company - good, casual company - he certainly didn't limit himself to a few grunts and nods like others seemed to think he would. He just happened to know that he didn't have much a knack for diplomacy. To each their own skills, right? And if Alphinaud and Thancred were far more skilled than he in the art of speaking, well, Keshet was more than willing to cede that burden to them.

But in truth, he was fairly certain that he could blame his taciturn reputation on his first year in Eorzea. It wasn't his fault, really. He hadn't intended to give off that sort of image at all. It was just... He hadn't really understood what anyone was saying to him.

Okay, that was an exaggeration. It wasn't that he hadn't understood a word of Eorzean Common when he landed in Limsa Lominsa for the first time. But they didn't really have schools for that sort of thing on the Steppe (they didn't have schools at all), so it was really more of a "learn on the field" sort of an education. Which suited Keshet perfectly well - but it did mean that he only understood every other word spoken to him.

As it turns out, it is remarkably hard to formulate any sort of response to someone's question when you've missed half of what they've said. To say nothing of the fact that he then had to figure out how to phrase his response in Eorzean as well. No easy task for an overwhelmed lizard. If he understood only half of the language, he could reproduce even less, and he ended up spending most of his first year in the West smiling and nodding at what he hoped was the right times.

But now, with several more years of experience under his belt (and more than a few language lessons with a certain erudite Elezen), Keshet was more than willing to take part in the conversation - he just couldn't seem to shake the reputation as "the silent hero" no matter how much he tried.

Oh well. At least it meant no one asked him to mediate between heads of state in his down time. …Much. 

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[spacexcowgirl]

is anyone watching love island USA this season I need to know bc i’m catching up rn and this is genuinely peak television it is so fucking funny

[mxtxfanatic]

Spooky Book of the Week: Fantasy Farm

Author: Xī Zǐxù (西子绪) / ซีจื่อซวี่ (thai)

Genre: horror, supernatural, slice of life, danmei

Rating: T for the Nile (not just a river in Egypt)

My Synopsis: Man who moves back to his home village and discovers that nothing around him is normal thinks that he is, in fact, normal. Lol. Lmao even.

My Review: If the other spooky month recs have been a tad bit too spooky, this might be the novel for you! A lot of the plots lean heavily into the supernatural without the scare factor (lowkey starts to feel like a Studio Ghibli movie in the latter 2/3rds of the novel). But before I get too deep into this: this novel is heavy on the slice-of-life, as in it does not feel like much is driving the plot further other than "MC lives his life." It's not bad (I am obviously reccing it, lol) but if you're looking for adventure and consistent plot movement, then this one may not be for you. In a way, it kind of reminds me of the anime Mushi-shi (if you've never seen it, check it out!) where some episodes are horror, some episodes are chill, but the whole show is just about humans dealing with the inconvenience of living beside the supernatural. On another note, if you are someone easily tempted by depictions of food, this novel will either make you very happy or very angry. Almost every chapter discusses a new Chinese dish, and the translators were oh so very kind enough to include pictures of each one at the very end. One even started adding the recipes at the end. All in all, I really enjoyed the slow pace of this despite how frustrating Lu Qingjiu's ironclad self-restraint and lack of curiosity made me. (I mean c'mon dude, you can't be in a horror novel and then not explore the horror! You can't have a sense of self preservation and respect of personal boundaries when mystery is afoot! Do you not know what genre you're in?!) Can't wait for the cookbook to drop!

Translation: complete

[queerpontmercy]

god even if the count weren't a literally bloodthirsty centuries-undead tyrant imagine that you are brand new to your job that's been the focus of your daily life for years and your boss (who's also pretty much your dad) says "here's your first client, he's rich powerful and particular, i specifically endorsed you for the job and said you'd be there in my stead" and then when you finally do meet the client in question he psychologically abuses, isolates and manipulates you to the point that you are in fear for your life at times. and then you have to confront the fact that your boss/basically dad/connection to your future employment is either aware of this or not and either way, whether it's complicity ignorance or neglect he doesn't have your back and you're probably going to have to tell people this powerful person abused you and who knows how they'll react. you think/hope your fiancee will get it cause she's always been ride or die and reminds you to respect yourself but like...she's also kinda dependent on this salary since she doesn't have family to lean on and schoolteaching pays way less than soliciting, and a part of you just doesn't know who you can trust at all after this.

that's hard enough modern day where we acknowledge abuse as a thing, let alone in Victorian times without the language. and drac is also very much a vampire. blorbo ultimate harker jonathan i love you hang in there baby

[kavehater]

Chappel Roan saying she’s sad she’s demisexual and then there’s me being aroace as a whole like don’t you think I’m even more sad 😭