#had to pick up a second job

[lobotomy-lady]

I wrote out an entire dissertation length rant but I'm actually deleting it & just leaving a gif that captures the energy of my current predicament in far less words

[myreia]

✦ M O N K

Her body is a weapon as much as anything else. She moves fluidly through the motions, fiery runes bursting from the back of her hands, her aether channelled through gloves. Her enemies often underestimate this aspect of her; even without a weapon she can do as much damage as she can with one. She doesn’t often fight this way anymore. But there’s a comforting familiarity in going through stances. Meditative. Powerful. It harkens back to a time long ago after the Praetorium when she was unable to cast. Unable to control magic. It helped her heal then, and it helps her heal now. —level 90 compendium

[leverage-ot3]

sorry to keep personal posting but my day fucking SUCKED and ended with me dropping one of my brand new earrings from a set that I just finished cleaning down the drain, took the sink apart and still couldn’t find it 🙃

if y’all feel like asking a leverage/misc question for thoughts or headcanons I’d love to answer them in the morning! or even if you just want to say something about your day- I just like hearing from you guys 💖

[elizabethrobertajones]

How did they feel about competing against Thancred and Urianger?

They (and Y'shtola) are the only scions Frog is certain not only could kill her but would kill her should it come to it (Thancred might have a Pull The Trigger Piglet moment but she trusts him to get there eventually; she'd prefer Urianger because he would Not Hesitate :P) and so, she was genuinely, delightedly surprised by their presence in Tural.

She was actually secretly thrilled that this might end up with a combat tournament between them as the culmination of the trials, and while bullying Bakool Ja Ja in turn was fun but she reckoned wouldn't make her break a sweat, and knocking some sense into Zoraal Ja was work and boring, she was pretty certain the last two standing in the competition would be Wuk Lamat and Koana now she knew who was working for him. And so she was already gripping her daggers a liiiittle closer and thinking about what she knew about the potential weak points in Thancred's defence.

Thancred, of course, performed exactly as expected when he collapsed the tunnel on their group, and the confirmation he was playing the exact same game as Frog absolutely kicked her into high gear and had her ready to GO.

Of course then events unfolded so they actually learned Friendship and Teamwork because this wasn't for them and they already knew all this so it was rather less enriching than they'd have hoped.

I have to assume that post-Rite of Succession but pre-heading to Shaaloni, Thancred and Urianger were heading back to their rooms for some privacy, only for a level 97 ninja to drop silently out of the shadows in front of them and crack a terrifying grin, and when they turned around, Alisaie was behind them blocking their escape, and a playful duel was joined to blow off all the steam they'd been accumulating >:)

[datastate]

places my head in my hands.

[baycitystygian]

guys I just survived a ladder that wanted to kill me. cheers

[waugh-bao]

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[rahabs]

Is it ridiculous to be devastated that my dog (who is and always has been extremely anxious) loves my sister more than me? Wags her tail, gets excited to see her, etc, whereas it seems she can hardly stand me.

[theblehthatbloos]

I'm out of the hospital, turns out I have some kind of emotional trauma that's making my body try to suffocate itself, honestly same but what a bitch way to do it. Making it so I can barely breathe but I still have 99% oxygen and my vitals are good. Fuckin' hell dude. Anyways wish me luck in figuring that out, didn't make a lot of progress crying in the parking lol at 4am while waiting for an Uber after the news that my mind and body have disconnected or something, but check the bracelet swag

Nice

[doyoueverwonderwhy]

The insurance at my last job took Forever to process claims so I got a bill for all of my Q1 services in May (the week I got fired 🙃) and have been working at that balance since June.

Today I got notice that they just processed a visit from APRIL - it took them EIGHT MONTHS to process a routine therapy visit so now I get to make payments on that balance for Another few months and I want to cry about it.

[bigbangbuffer]

fucked up how you pay through the nose for car insurance you are legally required to have, but ideally do not use, only for you to have to carefully weigh whether to use it when you finally actually need it and not really know if it’s the right choice, bc if you DO use it your monthly payments will become even more exorbitant but you don’t know by how much until it is too late 😰

at least I am here to bitch about car insurance on the internet tho. totally could’ve died today so 😅

[maroonafternoon]

I will be honest. I am having a hard time.

[miniatureliterature]

How does my daughter always know the perfect (read: worst) times to have a sleep regression.

[statusquoergo]

“Come on.”

“Uh?”

Diane looks up as Naomi stands and holds out her hand as if this isn't a ridiculously careless thing she's asking her to do, as if neither of them has the good sense to mention that neither one of them has any idea what they're getting themselves into. As if neither of them might be walking straight into a trap of their own making, or nothing much will change at all and they'll forget about each other in a month, or a few days. As if it's a risk worth taking to find out which.

As if there's anything else to do today.

“I'm not going to the hospital.”

“I know.” Naomi reaches a little closer. “I have a first aid kit at home.”

Enough to get them through, that's all. Enough for now.

“You know how to wrap it?” Diane asks as she takes Naomi's hand to pull herself up, as though the answer might change her mind somehow. Naomi smiles a little, as though she knows it just as well that it won't.

“Yeah.” She sets Diane's hand down on her shoulder. “It's not far, come on. I'll carry you down the stairs.”

“You'll drop me.”

“I will not.” Naomi urges her forward, along the concrete path out of the park. “I mean I'm just offering, I don't have to.”

It's a nice gesture, though, isn't it? It was a nice thought.

They walk slowly down the street, stepping more or less in sync past the general store with the baking supplies just past the doorway, turning at the corner to walk toward the coin laundry that's open even at three in the morning and also on holidays. A hand-drawn poster in the window of the discount shoe store across the street loudly advertises VACUUMS REFURBISHED while a Times New Roman printout on the telephone cubicle in the middle of the block offers “suitable compensation” in exchange for willing test subjects, No Questions Please; a few steps farther along stands an apartment building that somehow looks like it's missing a couple of stories, and Diane shifts her weight to her good leg as Naomi steps away to fumble with the lock on the front door.

“It's the door on the left,” Naomi says, the door sticking only slightly as she shoves it open. “When you get to the basement.”

She opens the first door on the right, a stairwell that only leads down.

“Upstairs is that door over there, but I don't know any of the neighbors, so. I'm not gonna introduce you to anyone.”

That's fine. Diane doesn't want to know any of them, either.

Naomi walks down the stairs first and doesn't try to carry her.

“Bathroom's at the end of the hall,” she says. “The taps aren't broken, the water's just cold when it's cold outside and warm when it isn't, but if you let it run for a little while, it'll...fix itself. And make sure you don't touch the water heater, it's metal and it gets really hot sometimes.”

Diane clutches the wooden banister nailed to the wall as she limps her way down and wonders how much of all this she's supposed to remember. All of it, probably. It isn't very complicated.

Naomi unlocks the door on the left and holds it open.

“You can sit on the bed.”

It's good of her to offer. It isn't much of a bed, really, more of a mattress pushed into the corner, but that isn't exactly a surprise, and it's good of her to offer all the same.

“Thanks,” Diane says, a little too late to seem quite natural. Naomi hums a disinterested acknowledgment and doesn't seem to mind.

“Take off your shoes.”

Diane promptly unties her sneakers, placing them on the floor beside the bed as Naomi kneels in front of her with a roll of ACE bandage in her hand and her eyes focused on Diane's ankle like she's the only attending physician in the entire complex who doesn't have better things to do with her time than tend to something as trivial as all this. Diane should count herself lucky the timing worked out the way that it did.

Lucky, was it? It's about time.

The single bulb in the overhead light flickers a little as if a public execution has just disrupted the power grid, or someone's turned on too many air conditioners at once and blown a fuse a few floors up.

“Don't worry about it,” Naomi says. Diane doesn't bother to assure her that she wasn't.

[justinefrischmanngf]

at some point i'm going to have to stop fantasising about debilitating nicotine addiction and actually start smoking . for legal reasons this only applies to nicotine .

[ramblebrambleamble]

He'll never admit it on pain of death, especially after everything that happened afterwards, but for a moment, just a moment, flush with victory as Jin Chan fled, Jin Ling thought crazy Uncle Mo was the coolest.