#i am Tired!

[stellaluna33]

I baked three (3) separate cakes today because the idea my kid thought up for their birthday cake was a "Neapolitan" cake, like the ice cream flavor? So... I made a strawberry cake layer, a vanilla cake layer, and a chocolate cake layer, and then I'm going to stack 'em up with buttercream frosting of the corresponding flavor (thankfully I had leftover vanilla buttercream in the freezer from the LAST birthday cake I made, so all I have to do is add some of the strawberry purée I made today to half of it!), and then tomorrow I'm pouring chocolate ganache over the whole thing! We've never done this one before, but I've got a good feeling about it!

[vierona]

Monday i am your [p]roblem

[readwing]

What an interesting way my horoscope has of saying you’re gonna feel like a cranky cunt today

[earthmoonz]

giving into the b*ts cos I can’t cope w reporting and blocking 40+ accounts on a near daily basis…..

[dongtopus]

A final parcel arrives. God only knows what must have happened to it, because certainly no mortal could guess. The outside is a thick cardboard box which appears to have been chewed by some animal, possibly a direwolf, either before or after being kicked down several flights of stairs. Bits of packing straw are leaking out of it. The address has been rewritten several times, at least once in what appears to be blood. Someone really wanted to get this package to "Mr Marion," come hell, high water, or possibly apocalypse.

Inside is a much smaller box covered in torn floral wrapping paper. This in turn reveals shreds of wrapping which apparently read happy birthday once in the distant past. There is a note pinned to the top.

"My Marion. May this reach you in good health and good spirits."

Opening the inner box at first reveals raw sheep's wool, and it takes a little rummaging to find all the contents it was cushioning on its travels.

First to be uncovered is an ink pot, decorated with what appears at first glance to be a floral pattern, but on closer inspection is small meadow flowers actually included into the glass of the bottle and stopper, suspended perfectly preserved and outside of time.

Slipped down the side of the box is a print of one of Clive Cliverssons's more scandalous works - lines taken from his love letters to a married man, set in such a way that the white space formed an image of the lovers entwined.

At the bottom is a winter's kiss rose, but made of lace as fine as spider's webs. Despite this, it has remained perfectly in shape during the journey. As it is pulled free - still a flawless as it ever was - for a moment a ghost of its scent can be caught.

The rose is held as tightly and delicately as possible in a bony, chitinous grasp.

Marion feels his heart pulse weaker for a few beats and his legs fail him. Slumped against the doorframe and not quite on the cold stone tiles of the foyer, he purses his lips tightly, holding back a quiver as the waterline of his eyes start to sting.

memories of gentler, tender moments wash through his mind as he brings the rose to his cheek, as though hoping to feel the loving caress of a hand against his facade.

Footsteps move from the master bedroom and onto the landing behind him and he attempts to take a sharp breath of air through his nose. His chest becomes suddenly very tight and uncomfortable, almost painful as he is reminded that he does not, and has not posessed a nose for quite some time; His spiracles all draw air in and close simultaniously.

Marion gathers himself, placing the rose gently onto his legs, splayed to his side as he continued to support himself against the doorframe.

Reaching into the smaller box, he felt the cool, smooth surface of the glass inkwell and withdrew it. He turned it slowly in the light, admiring the craftsmanship that must surely have been involved in creating such a magnificent piece. The attention to detail, both the level of preservation with the flowers as well as their placements. The flowers were in order of the seasons across its four sides. Spring, summer, autumn and finally winter. He had never in all his years seen its like and he was struck with the rediculous realisation that he did not posess an ink fine or perfect enough to deserve to be housed in such a creation of art. The stopper, itself housing a spliced flower across its dome. Four separate flowers layered once more in the order of the seasons, their petals clear between one another. A near rainbow of colour, topped with a shining gold disc at the center and a very faint 'M'. Even against the roughness of his chitin, it was as smooth as it could possibly be- he could barely beleive his thumb was truly following the domes curvature.

In complete silence, the inkwell was placed beside him, and the stopped in its place. After a bit of picking at the wool, which had been very adamant at getting stuck in the ridges and roughness of the chitin, the works of renowned lover and writer, Clive Cliversson was held aloft. A little more picking of the wool that clung to its embossed cover and it was free in all it's lasciviousness. Just seeing the book in person, merely holding it made Marion flustered. subconciously, he covered his mouth with his fingertips and scrambled to his feet, closing the door and scurrying to his seat in the parlour next door.

When everyone had gone to bed, or dispered for the evening, it would be time to read.

[scottmcstark]

real fucking sick of all the cool asian women going out pre-merge

[ratcandy]

well, you see, the thing is: (instead of finishing my sentence i curl up comfortably in bed and go to sleep

[mysillycomics]

[eunnieboo]

every single time

[boyquet]

I just want to remind people that it’s 2024 and we didn’t “go thru a pandemic” we are “going thru a pandemic” present tense. It is still happening. People are still get sick, still becoming disabled, and still dying. Covid hasn’t gone away and I beg people to not normalize getting sick with it.

[freakoutgirl]

I'm like if a girl who didn't do much was still experiencing burnout

[normal-thoughts-official]

Please stop seeing politics as an identity and start seeing it as a collective means for change

[jasontoddiefor]

I need minors to learn how to lie online again. Your name is Derek, you’re 25 and work in accounting now. Please for your own safety learn how to fucking lie. And if you don’t want to lie, then don’t put your age anywhere. Don’t even say whether you’re a minor or not. It is perfectly easy to avoid adult spaces without signposting that you are doing so because you’re a child.

Stating your age doesn’t protect you this only makes you a target.

[alanaisalive]

Now that Eurovision is over, I want you all, especially the Americans, to take a good hard look at how the voting results turned out when people boycotted the event.

In the UK, the viewing figures were down about 2 million people compared to last year. Up to 2 million people made the conscious decision to not watch and not vote because of Israel's inclusion.

The final results of the public vote, Israel came in first place in the UK and got 12 points. Because the only people watching and voting were people who backed Israel or at least didn’t care one way or another.

This doesn't matter. It's a music contest. The boycott was still the right thing to do because it is just a show at the end of the day, and the viewing figures have more impact than the results.

But it is also a good object lesson to show you what happens if you boycott a vote over something that does matter. Choosing not to vote in, let's say, a presidential election will have similar results.

[waveoftheocean]

wahoo finished this in time for superbat week day 5: tired dads!!