#december 26 2022

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2917 - December 26th

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[summerlimeismethebrony]

@sullystar I finally did the thing!!

[dmwrites]

Bdubs hated the nether.

No one really questioned his hatred of the nether- a place as fiery and dangerous as such didn't really garner much real love from anyone. If he complained, his friends grumbled with him in sympathy. But there was more to his hatred then others realized, and he never let on more then he needed to.

You see, clocks don’t work in the nether. The nether is not a timeless place, per say, but it does hold such an awful power as to cause clocks to break. And Bdubs always held a clock.

It was distressing, always to look down and see the sun and the moon, so delicately painted onto the face of his clock, spin around pointlessly, as fast and irregular as a terrified heartbeat. Bdubs lived and breathed by his clock, by the time it told, and without it he felt terribly anxious.

It was an inside joke to all of the server- Bdubs was the king of sleep, the one who always, always slept the night away. It was a duty he’d seemingly given himself, but there was more to it. Taking on this role of sleep master was not one to be taken lightly, because he not only turned night to day, but saved his friends from the rain and the phantoms. He took this all very seriously, despite the jokes.

So, Bdubs hated the nether, and how the clock in his hand would spin with sickening uncertainty, an uncertainty he felt in his whole body.

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Frog Prince

[1morteveryday]

360/365 👣

[druggeddraccus]

i’m at urgent care cause all the fuck-off-cold weather has made my asthma act up. i worked last night and felt so fucking awful the whole time. like i was working slooow. and i never work slow. i never walk slow but everything i did last night was slow

they just did a covid test and i’m thinking it will be negative cause it really started with the cold weather.

i’m probably gonna call out of work tonight though i don’t really want to but i feel like utter shit

[mermaidinthecity]

December 26, 2022

[averbaldumpingground]

Another morning in the mist, the thought of someone waiting. Cold hands, worn gloves, pine needles broken underfoot.

He promised you a crown if you would follow. Perhaps of brambles or of ivy leaves. He's always been so careful with his words.

[yahooanswersblog]

Derika James: Whos up ?

Me: For better or for worse (likely worse), I am.

[music-asylum]

December 26, 2022

[0nlinejournal]

12/26/2022 11:44pm

In bed already, typing from my phone. Boyfriend fell asleep on the couch. Told me to wake him up from his nap at nine, but when I did he told me to give him a little bit longer. Well, it’s almost midnight. I’m assuming he’ll wake up soon and play video games until eight. It’s unfortunate because he just started getting his sleeping schedule on track. But him and his friend have been playing a new game together and they’ve been having a really good time. So, who cares I guess? Plus he was off today and he’s off tomorrow. He cleaned all day today and surprised me about it. I came home to a wonderfully cleaned apartment and I literally cried. I haven’t been feeling great and our space was getting a tad out of hand, so it was so nice to come home to such a clean space. And he picked up dinner! Ready to eat by the time I got home. Amazing. So sweet. I played elder scrolls online for a bit this evening. I’d like to play more but I just don’t really have the time unless I stay up a bit late. Haven’t gotten too far yet, but I’m having a good time regardless. I’m also reading three books. So, I’m doing a bit of multiple things I enjoy.

11:54pm

[dmwrites]

Scar was a man of business. With a cunning smirk, an ability to talk himself out of almost any situation, and the clear success of all of his businesses (trust him), he considered himself pretty good at it. Definitely.

The problem with being such a successful businessman is that everyone else seemed to want to know all of his knowledge. So many people came to his door and begged for help.

“Oh, handsome Scar, how did you become the best mayor in the world?”

“Scar, you ravishing man, how did your elvish cookie empire top the Hermitcraft food landscape?”

“The Swaggon was a moment and nothing will ever reach such capitalistic magnitude.”

And so on and so on. He kept most of his business secrets under wraps, mostly because he just used dumb luck and charm, but no need for any of the other hermits to know. But perhaps, in the back of his mind, he had known that he’d need to keep such secrets for a moment like this.

Scar was broke, to put it mildly. First there was the cleaning lady services, who had charged a hefty price for cleaning up a few minor chest monsters. Then there had been Bdubs’ head stand. Then, of course, mass ordering all of his Scarland-branded foods and souvenirs, and now all of the stone and dirt needed for his landscapes. He had his redstone shop, sure, which raked in diamonds, but he was spending them just as fast.

“Jellie, I need to make some extra money. But what on earth could I do?” Scar was going down the Main Street of Scarland, with Jellie in his lap. “I already run a redstone store.” Jellie meowed, and Scar scoffed in offense. “How dare you- I stock that shop every… once in a while… I’ve been busy, anyway. We, Jellie, have been busy! As a man of business, i always have to… that’s it!” Scar stopped so suddenly that he disturbed Jellie, and she hopped off of his lap. “Jellie! I could hold a business class! Business 101 with Goodtimeswithscar! Everyone is always asking for my advice on making the best business on the server, and I’m sure i can think of some tips to give! Jellie, it’s perfect!”

So, the advertisements went up all over the shopping district, for a class with the one and only Scar, a self-proclaimed master of business. When the day came, it was to find Scar in his redstone shop, sweating slightly. He’d turned the display tables into places to sit, and he had Jellie there for emotional support. Grian came in first, because Scar had made him come, soon followed by Impulse, Cub, Xisuma, Pearl, and Joe Hills. They each paid a diamond block, and sat down at the tables.

“Well hello there, everyone!” Scar said, coming to the center of the room. “Welcome to the very first Business 101 class with your dashing teacher, me, Goodtimeswithscar. You’re all here, I assume, to learn the ins and outs of business?”

“I’m here to learn all your secrets and take you down from the inside.” Cub said casually, already taking notes.

“You paid me to be here.” Grian said, feet up on the table.

“… I think I’m in the wrong place, this isn’t Hermits Helping Hermits, is it?” Joe asked in distress.

“Amazing.” Scar said, smiling. “Well, students, my first lesson to you all is this- charisma. If you have charisma, you can get almost anything you’d like- I’m sure each and every one of you has been lured in by my charisma at some point, it is the Goodtimeswithscar way. So, I’d like each of you to partner up and try to sell one another something using your charisma.”

Impulse and Pearl partnered up- Pearl had found some redstone dust and was blowing bits of it at Impulse whenever he opened his mouth. Xisuma and Cub also partnered up, and by the looks of it, Cub had already somehow convinced Xisuma to give him five diamonds. That put Grian and Joe Hills together. Scar walked over to these two, and caught a bit of their conversation.

“… consider this- it would be funny.” Grian was saying.

“Grian.” Joe replied quite patiently, but with a tinge of urgency and stress. “The thing is, such things often work out for you, but not me. It’s like the charisma that Scar was talking about.”

“Good to see someone was paying attention, at least.” Scar said, placing a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “What are we trying to sell over here, my friends?”

“We stopped doing that- I think we should attach all the redstone components together and see what would happen.” Grian said. “For enrichment.”

“No, let’s not do that…” Scar replied, but was distracted by the squeaking of rubbery plastic against the floor. Doc shuffled in, crocs in sports mode, and went right for the repeaters box. “Doc, the store is not open right now!” Scar called.

“Like hell it is, I’ve been working on this project for four days straight.” Doc grumbled.

“I- okay, whatever.” Scar sighed. He went to put his hand back on Joe’s shoulder, but found nothing. “Where did Joe go?” He looked to Grian to find his seat empty too. “Grian?”

There was a sudden explosion, and everyone jumped back. Standing in what had once been a corner of Scar’s shop, crocs still in sports mode, was Doc, who was covered in soot. Beyond Doc and the smoking crater that had probably once contained some boxes was Joe, who, by the looks of it, had combined all of the redstone components together, and Grian, who had attached it to the box Doc had opened.

“Wha- Joe, Grian, why?” Scar asked into the silence.

“Well, I was kind of curious what would happen.” Joe admitted sheepishly.

“Same.” Grian said, a huge grin on his face.

“And that, my friends, is charisma in action!” Scar said, motioning to the smoking crater. “Grian and Joe, you both get an A for the day, everyone else has homework. Now, for extra credit, who can convince DocM here not to kill Joe and Grian?”

[deadestofdoves]

Telling the hunter where you are in the last 10 seconds in windtrace and watching them go nuts to try and catch you is the funniest thing

[sisa98225]

“In the Beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth, . . “ -- Genesis 1:1

“In the Beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” -- John 1:1

Almighty God, you have revealed to your Church your eternal Being of glorious mystery and perfect love as one God in Trinity of Persons: Give us grace to continue steadfast in the confession of this faith, and constant in our worship of you, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; for you live and reign, one God, now and for ever. Amen. (Source: Book of Common Prayer, p. 251, Collect Of the Holy Trinity)

[untothebreach]

I have so much trouble writing anything, even though I feel like it should be the easiest way of communicating anything, because every time I do it feels trite and flat and boring and I know if I'm ever to be any sort of decent writer it has to be Big and Revelatory and Emotional in some way that I just seem incapable of achieving.

I feel like I'll never be able to make something good and thoughtful and worthwhile, in any form. Everyone around me is SO good at it, and I... am not. I work hard, I can grind, I can complete an assignment, I can take someone else's work and twist it on it's side, but make something original? Something new? Something interesting and meaningful that opens the eyes or soothes the heart? That is something I'll never be able to do.