#is it just the google form??

[doodlebeeberry]

triple digits...oh its gonna take me me more than a day to send out gift assignments isnt it

[justshipsandstuff]

The people want to see Mithrun’s second life (me, I’m people)

Inspired by this post. Mithrun having service animals is just perfect! Can’t believe I never thought of that. He always has a big team caring for him but in Melini, he needs to manage on his own at times when he’s not working and Pattadol is busy

[lesbinewren]

not surprising but still wild that google added an ai feature to the very top of every single searches that gives incorrect information more often than not. like a beloved restaurant that randomly starts topping all of their food with cyanide one day for no reason. no you’re not allowed to ask them to not top your dish with cyanide this is the future of food

[screwpinecaprice]

@glowweek Day 5 FAMILY | FRIENDS

Peridot and specially Lapis do not trust the racoons.

Specifically chose this angle so I don't draw feet. _(:,3」∠)_

Mi own connverse kids Ebony and Rohini are there! And technically Sakura and Zachary. (Please until now I don't know what else to name them. 😭)

And sorry the older Maheswarans aren't there. I don't know where to put them and I already had character overload. 😞

Hibiscus print on Bismuth's shirt is from ManMadeOfGold!

Speaking of shirt, another thing I avoided was thinking of their outfit designs. 😅 It's somewhere a little over a decade of timeskip since SU:Future and I'm sure at least one or two would've reformed during the time. So I'm gonna say they wanted to keep the vibe of a casual outdoors picnic-type event so they wore the casual themes.

[yaynotgaybutbi]

twt aftg famdom: Nora could just release TSC at any moment and then we would all just buy it and start reading it, it's insane

me, who has been here since 2018, has never held or read a LEGAL copy of aftg and lives in eastern europe: yeah...

[szaryherbatnik]

What is it about kremy that makes him your favorite?

This is very silly but i fell in platonic love with him during the moment where they were getting cotton candy. It was. SO FUNNY. To me. Its the first ouaw clip i saved on my phone. Before that i decided that if i have to have a favorite character its gonna be frost. But organically after a few episodes i fell for kremy and never got up lol.

Kremy is so amazingly morally grey and richie really REALLY knows how to get the most out of this. Kremy likes to SCHEME he likes to CON he likes FRAUD ooooh so so evil of him...but then he also loves unicorns and becomes a flustered mess upon seeing his best friend *cough* and husband. I love that kremy will do these 'evil' things but then in a higher octave, a panicked voice he will say "thats not true" when accused of using gideon. He will try to scam an old lady into giving her cursed gold, only to feel empathy for her 5 minutes later when she talks about losing her husband. He seems like hes too serious to participate in an opera his friend wrote and yet hes right there on stage in a dress, singing his heart out. Kremy is so so perfectly emotional its fucking beautiful. Perfect mix of every emotion.

Richie is so so amazing and smart, hes so good at revealing information abt kremy in perfect doses. Im SO interested in knowing more about kremys past goddd its so so interesting i need to know more about him but its all so BRILLIANT the way he talks about the baron, about remy, about agwe. The way hes also deeply depressed so like yeah ofc i like him.

And theres more of course theres more i love him wearing dresses. I love how he pays attention to the decorum of it all. I love that he loves cooking. I love how he loves gideon. I LOVE HIM USING MAKEUP I LOVE THAT HES AN ALIGATOR I LOVE THAT HE HUGGED PINCUSHION I LOVE HIM I WANT TO BE HIS FRIEND ❗️

[hylialeia]

"i can't come up with a fantasy name for my world so i HAVE to use chatgpt to get the gears flowing" have you all forgotten what fantasynamegenerators.com has done for you

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

This story, for which there are seven parts, is dedicated to everyone affected by Hurricane Helene. It was not written because of that, but a water-based natural disaster is part of the plot. It does not focus on it, but is a story of hope. The text of section one is under the cut. I hope to post all sections before the end of the Inklings Challenge. Despite this being my third year, this is the first I've actually posted anything other than snippets, so I hope I'm doing this right. I haven't yet written more than this, but I do have an outline for the other six parts, so hopefully that will work. @inklings-challenge

One: Admonish the Sinner

First of all it must be understood that every world is connected, as every village is. Some are just further away.

This is not a story of Earth; this is a story of a world nobody bothered to name, in a village nobody called anything other than the village. But that does not make it any less beloved—by people or by God. Sometime, a long time before this story is set, someone from Earth came to this nameless world and gave them the greatest gift of all, truth: but that is another tale entirely.

The night sky of this world is strikingly different from ours. Most prominently, two moons watch the world below, and every forty-seven years or so, flooding hits the island. They call it Big Tide, for it is the pull of the two moons combined that does this. It is regular enough, and has enough warning signs, that everyone should be perfectly ready for it.

As is common in humans (and these are humans like us, though the world is different), not everyone believes the evidence laid out in the world.

This is a story of Big Tide, specifically the one of the year three thousand, two hundred and twenty by their reckoning. This is a story of Paula McArthur.

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The wattles were flowering, and it was Paula’s favourite time of year. There were several different wattles, but this was the deep gold ones she loved the best, the ones she gathered by the armful and adorned her home with. Now she only held a single sprig and enjoyed it to the full. It was too close to Big Tide to unnecessarily damage the wattle trees; they could be badly damaged by the rushing waters, and might need everything they had to survive. But one twig wasn’t going to hurt it.

The sky was a clear pale blue shot with fine clouds, a mass of them shining near the horizon with the sun gentle on them. Paula raised her face to the sunlight and closed her eyes, smiling. It was spring, and she never felt more alive than in springtime. 

She had been working all morning to prepare for Big Tide, largely transport. Her hands were tired of the precise positions needed to be held in order to hover exactly enough to transfer items in mid-air between hoverboards rather than landing to do it, which would waste time. Tide waited on no man, but Paula was skilled enough to know when she could be sloppy about hoverboarding, and enjoyed hoverboarding in a more slapdash manner than most people she knew. She had graduated earlier than most of her classmates from a controller to haptics. Tomorrow, though, she might use the controller again to make sure she was fresh enough to hover efficiently overnight during Big Tide itself. 

Presently she took out her lunch, and ate it while walking. In the distance a kookaburra laughed; Paula came to an abrupt halt as a green-blue iridescent flash clued her into the presence of a river dragon nearby. It turned and looked at her, bright blue eyes wise and calm. After a moment of silence and mutual respect, the dragon moved properly into her view and arched its sinuous back, raising its crest. Paula lifted her chin and brushed back the dark fringe to look more intimidating. The only sign the dragon gave of seeing any change was to raise its scales in a largely vain attempt to inflate its size. Abruptly it put down its scales and ran in a blaze of colour, uttering a high keening cry that faded as it retreated.

Paula turned to see who had disturbed her, smiling as she recognised the intruder. “What brings you here, Martha?”

Her friend grinned in response, lighting up her tanned sombre face. “You, actually. I came in search of you.”

Paula half gestured to herself, merrily. “Why trouble yourself?”

Martha grew serious at once. “I care about you. Aren't I allowed to?”

“Certainly, as I do.” 

Martha smiled a little incredulously. “Anyway, surely it's time to go back now?”

Paula raised a single eyebrow, then tilted her head back and assessed the position of the sun. “I guess. Why did you come to find me, Mar?”

“Oh, you know, I hardly see you now.” Her manner was evasive, which baffled Paula. “You're always out walking.”

“It's spring.” Paula waved the sprig of wattle at her. “The best time of the year. What's your favourite season?”

“Winter,” said Martha definitively. “Cold and empty and bleak.”

“Why do you like it that way?” she asked in surprise. Last time they'd talked about the seasons, she thought Martha had waxed poetic about the dying fire of autumn. 

“It's silent,” was Martha's quiet response. “Nobody bothers you.”

Paula paused to assess the time, decided they had to go back and led the way; Martha trailed her. “I thought you liked people.”

There was a short silence. “People don't tend to like me.”

“That's nonsense,” she responded immediately. Martha smiled, sad and sarcastic. 

“I don't tend to like me.”

Her calmness bothered Paula, and she sped up slightly. “Well, I do. You're fun, conversational and well read.”

“Which is why you disappear alone for hours.” She caught up and shot Paula a sidelong look, as if to say, I know your secrets. Except there were no secrets to know. 

“I like spring. It feels so alive and fresh, like all the past year's mistakes are washed away and there's new growth instead.”

“Very poetic.” Instead of amusement, Martha's tone was sour. She dodged past Paula and trotted quickstep the whole way back.

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“I don't know what I did wrong,” finished Paula, twisting her hands nervously. “She got mad and I don't know why.”

Her mother glanced hurriedly across to check the next load wasn't ready, then turned to Paula again. “When people aren't happy it can be a temptation to take it out on others, especially those who are.”

“She said she was worried, and then she just changed and didn't want to talk to me.”

“Rebecca!” The shout made her mother focus on her own work; Paula moved her hoverboard closer to her father so he could load it up. This one was three bags of flour, heavy on the back and requiring stabilisation, which Paula remained still for while her father adjusted the controls. When it was done, he gave her a thumbs up and she gestured with her gloves, rising away from the site and on the journey to higher ground. It wasn't as easy to handle the unbalanced board; she would have done a lot more, and easier, with a transport hoverboard rather than the jury-rigged family board, but it was more economical and the decree had been that fuel, not time, was of the essence, since they'd planned well in advance. Indeed, today being the day before Big Tide, they had expected to have no more transport to do apart from the people, but someone had been digging too enthusiastically in their garden and cracked an underground storage container, so all of that had to be moved. 

She was most of the way there, wind in her face, when a fast personal hoverboard raced up beside her, village elder crouched to stave off the wind. He matched her speed, then unwound and said, “I'll take over from here. Take my board and go back—we need you to persuade people to go.”

“What?” She was already moving, assessing how to swap boards without any risk of either of them tumbling into the trees below while stepping across. “Why?”

He grimaced. “Turns out there are people who haven't prepared and don't want elders coming to help. Your dad suggested you could try and help instead.”

She started to shuck the gloves, then changed her mind and pressed buttons, keying them to the elder's hoverboard instead. As ownership switched, both boards lurched violently, and Paula barely held her position. The elder was wearing magnetic boots and so didn't run the risk of falling. Once she had stabilised it, she said, “So where do I start?”

“Ask your dad when you get back.” His expression was calm and focused as he adjusted the settings to accommodate for his weight. “For now, just get going. Time is of the essence. Big Tide waits for no man.”

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner and I commission by @unusualmuffin-art

[sexy-sans-poll]

Haha how long do you think it’ll be till it starts?

Gotta know when to start warming up my drawing hand for all the Baggs propaganda/j

hopefully we'll be starting sometime around the end of this week! i got a little busy so i wasn't able to finish up the last couple things i have to get ready. but they'll be done this soon!

[yangjeongin]

hello everyone. i started Thinking. and now my soul will not know peace until i assign every stray kids member to a dnd class. however this has been a very difficult decision for me so i made a google form to survey the general public on their thoughts. please consider filling it out because i am now incredibly passionate about this and Must Know what everyone thinks 👁️ here's more info on dnd classes for anyone not super familiar w them feel free to still participate regardless of ur dnd expertise 🙏

[sysig]

Maybe requestober prompt of soft?

Day 5 - Pile o' plushies

[blorbocedes]

if my male boss told the things bowles said about carlos an hr report would be filed so quick wym ‘i wish i could film a video of us in a hotel room”????????

wanting a little camera of the evenings spent in his hotel rooms... saying his wife is concerned about the nature of their relationship. Carlos why would you fuck your way to get into WILLIAMS 😭

[sin-simps]

-goes pspspspsp and holds these out for Iterator Logs fans- do you want merch bestie?/gen

[beastren]

dragon's dogma fans... put in the tags what gifts you like receiving the most when people send back your pawns, for either game honestly!!! + as a bonus, what do you prefer to see as rewards for pawn quests?

[whalehouse1]

Me as a kid watching X-Men: It’s sad that Rogue can’t touch another person. Maybe she’ll be able to learn to turn off her power in the future?

Me as an adult watching X-Men: Rogue, you have lesbian mothers, grab some dental dams and start macking on Gambit. Also it’s not skin on skin but a gimp suit with a cutout and condom could save you so many worries. You have options, the kink community will help you find satisfaction.