#glance back

[hinamie]

morning glory

[mumblesplash]

i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

[saruvanthewhite]

I was working. I’m always working. But a small parting of seas happened in a glimpse of a wayward daydream. During an uncharacteristically calm moment amidst a storm of radio calls, planned tasks sensitive to time of day, mandated breaks, checking boxes…I saw it. A dark colored skoolie in the guest lot.

I was looking at the doors & how they went through their duty to ingress/egress, but I digress. Through the panes I could make out the driver’s side cab enough to see it was a GM of late mode. ‘Good stuff. Gotta ask. Wonder where the owner is? Hope they’re stocking up here.’

It’s shameful to admit, I scanned the self-checkout line to look for someone who ‘looked vanlife’. Imagine that. Guilt overcame me briefly as I realized I typed someone because of an assumption people make of me. I had scanned people’s faces to see if they looked, well, like me. Im you’re regular ogre type with glasses. Only very basically trimmed but well brushed bushy beard, well-worn hands & clothes worn for their style as much as purpose & suited to both. So on & so on. No frills.

Didn’t matter who, I wanted to ask them how they scored such a rad skoolie. (In the end they said it was a govt auction thing.) I need to save some little that I can. Awfully tempting to save & haunt those websites. Now that I’ve essentially skipped to the end in the interest of pragmatism; Those reading this so minded want to know my original point & get on with it. That’s it for the most readers. Five K, roundabouts give or take. Good stuff. Well maintained.

Onward. How I got there was in going back to lusting for this awesome shorty skoolie cab chassis. I simply decided the door needed more inspection so headed toward the lot with the full intention of taking a look when…a person beat me to it.

She fitted keys & got in. Oh ʇıɥs oh ʇıɥs oh ʇıɥs. She’s going to go before I can ask. ‘Gotta know how to score a rig like that! Need to know more!-poor old Saruvan is shuddering a lot more these days. “Fingers crossed buddy!” Yeah, fingers crossed I can scrounge enough to afford something before…’ went the dour diatribe in my head. I stared to think ‘If the captain of that rig is like this one, she’s in her log, punching in data or setting things in shape for shifting; At my usual inspection pace I can stride there in no time.’ Trying to be as visible as possible in my all black attire, I approached confirming it was an awesome late GM cab chassis, painted dark over the signature yellow of an all too familiar previous life; Drivers side front. Cool rig. Dually, full floaters, gotta be, what? I didn’t know. “Hi.” She looked at me & immediately rolled down her window. ‘Hi!’, came the reply.

Here’s where things got a little fuzzy. Not unclear.

{Some readers (curious & dedicated at this point) will have noticed I have not described too much in color. Though I am capable of seeing it, for whatever reason, I am unable to remember what I’ve seen specifically. If it’s short term, everything is light or dark; Greyscale. It’s a design school thing & I am incapable of shaking it. Long term, fine. I dated a girl with a blue car once. Another had a red one. So what. Short term is ʇıɥs.}

That explains the colors thing. I cannot for the life of me remember what it was painted, other than it was hand-done, brushed & rolled, the same bubble wrap food delivery bag type material lining the large windows of its former life…& it was beautiful. It was just like mine but.SKOOLIE! Former fleet maintenance multi-person non-medical transport albeit more specific to one duty; Just like mine but dually. Cool! Later cooler. Found out diesel. But I digress.

What was specifically said is lost to me. Short term strikes again. Or something else. I dunno.

She smiled. We saw equals of some sort or other. Commonly unspoken. It was spookily deep in a moment before actual data made it from brain to mouth enough to muster something endlessly breathed to the effect of how to go about acquiring a solid rig like this & how much one would expect to find on for like these & on before giving up from breathlessly realizing

She was beautiful.

Not the truck, this time.

No no no no no no no no.

She told me. Details like I shared earlier I DO remember. I AM interested in finding a suitable successor to be my Vandalf once Saruvan is sent to live in the void with Melkorvair, & Fordgoth. {Sorry. My daydream took over.} But it’s like that stuff was put into long term memory right ƃuıʞɔnɟ away because, relevant to all the goddamn steps I am justifying I took to get to that spot, right goddamn then…Brain went two ways. Left side recorded details; Government auction. 3-6k. Good stuff. Paraphrased & summed.

Basic details acquired. Logged.

Now it gets out of order because:

—I swore I’d never say this but this space is semi anonymous, sort of—

I didn’t care so much about the truck or inspections much at that point. In the span of a breath so short you took it reading the paragraph break, I realized she was beautiful. She was like me. I saw experience. Road wisdom in her eyes. Someone who had seen miles unmoored but not adrift. Purposeful, fiercely confident, relentlessly peaceful like a person might imagine a vanlifer looking & (here’s where I almost forgot the purpose of my trek out into a sunny lot where I’d not otherwise rather be), unlike what I see when I barely keep my beard trimmed in my side view, she was road wise & in her wisdom she was majestically beautiful! Captain of a magnificent vessel of great worth & strength! I don’t remember details. Goddamnit

I remember she was beautiful. Brain stopped recording!

I snapped back into reality!

Turned to leave back to work.

Then I confidently said, “Thanks, good bye!” smiled back & flashed a 🤙. She started it. A diesel! 🤘 was more the thing now. I honestly can’t remember as that part of my critical brain function was regaining primary power.

All I know is I took a few steps toward my building & turned around. She returned over her shoulder. Another smile. Can’t remember if I reflected hers or hers, mine. Whatevs. Work just called on the radio.

Shit.

A tug, this time, pulled me back to business.

I heard somewhere about how a fish is harder to catch a second time once it’s been caught (or rather chanced upon, in this case) & released. I am deliberately skipping the next obvious analogy of ships or some other that’s already been implied.

I’m out here. Anchored. You know where, Captain. Perhaps next time, Philz? The truck has to have a story. I am regretful to have not had the presence of mind to behave more like a sentient being & less like an information seeker from the business trying to get at a vanlifer for being on the property. I hope I didn’t spook you. I always get nervous when name tags on uniforms, no matter how utilitarian, approach me. Especially if they’re wearing boots. I start preparing to shift stuff like I know someone’s is asking me to leave before they do. I sincerely hope that wasn’t a first thought. I’m self conscious that way.

Perhaps another time less hectic, cold brew coffee in Pacifica? I’m sorry I didn’t make more time, but you were off. Safe travels.

“Den ständiga resan, til nästa höst.”

[keferon]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

[souvenir116]

The way he couldn't take his eyes off Max, not even for a second...

[slfcare]

the most difficult thing about growing as a person socially, as in getting out of your shell and noticing that you are, is that there will still be times when it doesn’t feel like you’ve grown at all! times when you can’t really connect with anyone around you, times when you fail to enter into an existing conversation, times when you say the wrong thing (or nothing at all when in hindsight you probably should’ve). but that’s also kind of the best thing, because that’s the thing that helps you realize that sometimes, it’s not you or your lack of skills or any shortcoming. sometimes certain environments just aren’t for you and certain people aren’t your people, and that’s okay. that’s human. it’s okay to not feel the progress you have made all the time.

[ohtendril]

Colin and Pen + these kinda frames (s3)

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[sulfadimethoxine]

Ahhh I know there are details and stuff missing but yea

Looks more like wooden puppets but it’s alright

Yep as good as it will get

[lemm-moxx]

I have no clue of the meaning of this but damn killer

(Nightmare created by jokublog, Killer created rahafwabas, Dust created by Ask-Dusttale)

[crystallizsch]

random conversations in the classroom ~

[hinamie]

sidelong

[ksdesign]

Glances 🌸

[equill]

Reuniting with a distorted past.

Extra:(New personality tested gone wrong)

wanted to play with rin living in the aftermath aus aswell and had these drawings laying around to share so yay

Panel 1: Was buried alive.

Comic 1: Who are you supposed to be?

new friends

Comic 2: Misguided protection.

obito still sensing the warning signs of rin losing her temper. anyways they proceeded to be dragged into the ocean by rin like some sea monster

Comic 3: Finding out (Now what will you do?)

obito is harshly brought back from his delusions because now its not just kushina but rin too who he needs to ripped out the tail beast from

[solargeist]

I just thought about your xelqua nap time kisses post and I know it's supposed be about evoau but thinking about that for the runaway nun au is.... Doing things to me

this sketch was originally him kissing his forehead but xelqua sunk into his shoulder instead sowwy, but he would kiss his head in that au too. he'd probably actually be more affectionate in that au ? Very quickly does he decide "this is my kid now and i will keep him safe at all costs." At All Costs.

also take this one

i have more to say abt this au but im not done with the canvas

[inchidentally]

true definition of their own little world <3