#going to test it and buy one for

[sweet-jolly-fucken-ranchers]

drinking ice cold water thru a straw got me like

[bigmammallama5]

My parents bought their 4 bed 3.5 bath house 32 years ago for $145,000 (originally $200,000). This summer a similar house a block away (similar age, 4 bed 3.5 bath, slightly smaller lot) went up for $800,000. It's since been reduced to $650,000 and they put some more work into it, but it's still on the market. I know interest and investment and overall cost of living raise prices, but that just seems like highway robbery to me.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

New game interest unlocked

(crow in bottom right belongs to @patchwork-crow-writes)

[kindahoping4forever]

Hello friends! Just a quick kh4f programming note: I'll be out of commission for most of, if not all of today, as I'm having a minor medical procedure done. (Outpatient, everything's fine, dw! 🫶🏻) So if anything notable happens (fully expecting Ash to announce ai2 the second I'm sedated 😌) and I'm MIA... that's why lol. Try not to have too much fun without me! 😘💙

[scoliosisgoblin]

doodles and some lore. I'm tired.

[piningpercussionist]

Oh I totally forgot to post about this here I'm pretty sure but

Best mom ever (continued)

[tennessoui]

Are you fucking insane for the obikin firefighter au pls 🥺

hello! picking away at these. have some stupid firefighter anakin and stupid rockstar obi-wan, aka the firefighter au

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“I’m alright,” isn’t quite on the top ten list of things you want to hear from your boyfriend within two seconds of picking up the call.

Anakin is already pulling the phone away from his ear in order to pull up Google. 

There are many benefits of dating a rockstar. One is that Obi-Wan Kenobi can’t even scratch his nose on a slow news day without Anakin’s Google alert going off. 

“What happened,” he’s already asking as he waits for the page to load.

“Nothing,” Obi-Wan sighs, but he’s very clearly lying or he wouldn’t be calling Anakin at—eight in the morning, his time.

“Nothi—what the fuck, Obi-Wan? You fell off the stage?”

“I was distracted!” 

Anakin’s eyes skim the tweets that have loaded. “You broke your wrist?”

“I’m alright!” 

“Are you calling from the hospital?”

“It’s more of a sprain really. The report of my broken wrist, you know. It’s been greatly exaggerated.”

Anakin gives the wall in front of his bed a disgusted expression, even though it’s not nearly as satisfying as it would be to level that look at his boyfriend. “You’re not calling from the hospital.”

“We keep a medic on standby,” Obi-Wan’s voice is purposefully light. “They know how to set wrists.”

“You said it wasn’t broken.”

“Anyway, darling, I just wanted to make sure you understood there’s nothing to be worried about—it’s a simple sprain, our doctor has set it, I’ve been given painkillers, and I’ll be ready for tonight’s performance.”

Anakin narrows his eyes. He loves Obi-Wan. He adores the man.

And he knows better than to trust him when he uses that tone of voice.

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s hand could probably be sawed off and he’d try to tell Anakin he’s alright.

This is the man that burned down his own house by accident, after all. Anakin’s opinion of him is both very high and incredibly low.

“Now that you know, I’ll let you go. I understand it’s very early where you are and you should go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you later, baby, I—”

“Are you fucking insane?” Anakin rolls onto his side, burrowing under his blankets now that he’s relatively sure his boyfriend isn’t dying. “Go to the hospital.”

“For a sprained wrist?” Obi-Wan sounds forcefully incredulous, as though Anakin is being unreasonable here. “Darling, that’s a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?”

“You’re hurt, Obi-Wan,” Anakin frowns at the ceiling. “Hurt people go to the doctor. So the licensed medical professional with access to professional medical equipment can examine you. And diagnose you. Not some roadie probably still drunk from the night before.”

The other end of the line is silent, like Obi-Wan is trying to figure out an argument. But of the two of them, Anakin is the one trained in emergency medical services, so he thinks there’s a good chance of him being able to out-stubborn Obi-Wan on this one.

He rolls back over onto his back, taking the phone away from his ear. “Did you know,” he says, fingers flying across his phone’s keyboard, “that a sprained wrist, if untreated, can lead to early onset arthritis? And sprained wrists are misdiagnosed all the time. It could be an unrecognized fracture in the scaphoid bone, which could worsen over time without proper treatment—”

“See now, why on earth would I go to the doctor’s when I can just have you Google things for me?”

“If your wrist wasn’t permanently damaged, you’d be able to google these things for yourself,” Anakin points out, scratching at his bare stomach idly. “Look, an unrecognized fracture in the  scaphoid bone can lead to worsening fractures through the bone and in some cases even death.”

There’s a second’s pause before Obi-Wan’s incredulous laughter rings down the line. 

“Come on,” Anakin whines, even as a smile tugs at his own lips. “You woke me up at four in the morning, alright, I’m not firing on all cylinders here.”

“No, no, this is valuable information, please tell me more about how my sprained wrist is going to lead to my death if I don’t go to see a trained medical professional.”

Anakin glowers at the ceiling. The short answer is, of course, that Anakin is going to kill him.

But there’s a niggling thought in the back of his head. “I think the question here is why you’re so against it,” he says slowly. He blinks. “Wait. I’ve never seen you go to the doctor’s.” He sits up, pressing his phone back against his ear. “We’ve been dating for two years and I’ve never heard of you going to any sort of doctor’s office for annual check-ups.”

“That’s patently false,” Obi-Wan protests, but Anakin can hear the slightest hesitation in his tone. The higher octave he only ever hits when he’s really and truly nervous. “I showed you my test results from the clinic.”

Anakin frowns. That is true. Obi-Wan had insisted on getting tested—on both of them getting tested—before they could leave out the condoms. Anakin had his done the next day. 

But it had taken Obi-Wan weeks.

“Oh my god,” Anakin says. “Are you—Obi-Wan Kenobi, are you afraid of going to the doctor’s office?”

“No,” Obi-Wan says so immediately that he must understand how that sounds as he starts back-tracking at once. “Of course I’m not. Of all the silly things to say, Anakin, really.”

“You refused the ride to the hospital,” Anakin says slowly, piecing things together in his mind. “That night we met. Your kitchen fire. I was worried there could be smoke in your lungs, damage, but you refused to go in the ambulance. I always thought—you just drove yourself. But you didn’t go at all, did you?”

Obi-Wan sounds incredibly flustered. “It would be absolutely foolish to be scared of doctors.”

“Obi-Wan.”

“I mean, first of all, I am practically ancient, Anakin. I’ve gone to the doctor’s more than once in my life.”

“Obi-Wan.”

“What is there even to be scared of? They’re just—I mean, of course, they. You know. Cut you open if they decide it’s necessary. And they’re quite rude, you know. And they can keep you undder observation as long as they’d like even if you don’t consent, there’s that too, but I mean. Doctors are people. Nothing to be scared of.”

“Obi-Wan.”

“Now. I mean. Disquieted by? That’s…that’s understandable. Practically to be expected. And hospitals? Aren’t hospitals a tad…disquieting as well? Have you ever thought about it?”

“Alright, Obi-Wan, now you definitely need to go to the doctor’s office. You must be way overdue on about a thousand different check-ups. This isn’t optional.”

“Anakin Skywalker, I am in my mid-forties. You cannot make me do anything.”

Anakin snorts.

“Not that I would have to be made to visit the doctor’s office, of course. I simply do not want to waste their time with a simple sprain. Time is valuable after all. Practically money.”

“Obi-Wan, you’re going to go to the doctor’s. It’s non-negotiable if I have to fly down there and drag you there myself.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Obi-Wan scoffs, and Anakin narrows his eyes, trying to dissect the man’s tone.

He sounds derisive. Defensive.

And something that sounds a lot like longing.

It’s been a few months (two months and six days) since they were able to see each other in person, what with Obi-Wan recording another album and Anakin’s work schedule.

But  if he were facing a task that he didn’t want to do—that perhaps he was afraid of doing, he’d want Obi-Wan by his side. As selfish as it would be to ask, to tear his boyfriend away from his very important life and job just to have him by his side….he’d want to.

He thinks maybe if Obi-Wan were a little less prideful, he’d ask.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan never has to ask. Not for Anakin’s presence. 

Not for Anakin to hold his hand, even if he has to fly a few hours to do it.

After all, there are thousands—maybe millions of people in the world who are invested in Obi-Wan Kenobi’s hands being at top form.

But no one’s as invested as Anakin is. That’s for sure. He's quite in love with Obi-Wan's hands and his wrists and his whole body and....he checks google. And his silly, perfect iatrophobic self.

[bdh-oncopium]

welp, wasted a 1000 dollars on a driving test bc the judge kept saying i was going too slow at the exercises (i was going the exact speed told to or a bit more)

[transkingcobra]

I miss when I could go to the store, pick out a game, go home, and just play it.

I didn’t need the internet for any aspect of it unless specifically playing multiplayer (which I never did) because the game was on the disk/cartridge/whatever physical thing I could hold in my hand and physically put into the console.

And the game was polished! It was finished!

Glitches were few and far between and usually not consistent - at worst you restarted and hoped this time it worked out.

Because the people testing the game before release were doing it as a job. There was no early release, only the final version in physical form. It had to be correct - they couldn’t go back and fix it if they left in something game-breaking. And if you made games that broke constantly? People would stop buying your games.

Now it doesn’t matter how awful a game is at release. They’ll just keep poking at it after release, it’s fine!

No it’s not!

Your game upon its release date should not be fucking broken.

I do not want to buy a new game with a fear it will be unplayable. I do not want to buy an old game and wait 24 hours while it downloads and updates.

Use more actual playtesters. Rely less on EA players to find shit - they’re not actually looking to improve the game, they just want to play it early. And stop fucking relying on people to find your fuck ups after release.

I paid for a game that works. Not a broken concept of one.

[timoswerner]

whats this about klopp and salah arguing then

[4giorno]

having a mental breakdown bc my controller is broken

[king-spite]

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[garlique]

bought a fucking car yesterday lads

[needfantasticstories]

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Personal Addition: Skip, you're an amazing writer, beta reader, and friend. Your stories are so creative and gripping, especially the way that you write our beloved Sky and Hyrule, and the way that you push yourself inspires me. As a beta, you're helpful, perceptive, and kind. And you're my first and best fandom friend---I can't imagine this place without you <3

CHEEEEEEETOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

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Cheeto, your stories are so immersive and gripping and you make these boys feel so REAL! As much as I love fluffy and cuddly versions of the chain, yours have this refreshing depth and realistic conflicts and personality and flaws that I am learning from. And it remind me that we are all so imperfect and yet we are all worth loving. Twilight and Wild, yo…. their whole dynamic is so so so so compelling and well written!!!!!

Thank you for reaching out and offering to beta! That brought me here, and chatting over plot and character is so fun!!! You’re an incredible beta!!!! I’m spoiled to have your perceptive eye!

I’m so glad you are here, and that we’re friends!

[artemisbarnowl]

Don't show the work gang but here's my plate so far for my linocut maker Santa. I'll do test printing tomorrow when I can go to the op shop for some glass.

[hyacinth--girl]

Riley and I just went and got our eyes tested after putting it off for literally like two years…both need glasses oof