#it really does effect stuff though!

[drygrasses]

Car repairs……….ASS

[ethanscrocs]

i don't know if this is a legitimate fear or just paranoia but i'm kind of scared that one day i'll be like. cancelled? for shipping mikurin. i very much agree with the sentiment that people don't realize that even small age gaps like 2 years can be really weird when you're younger because those are such pivotal years. however i don't think this makes every relationship between a 14 year old and a 16 year old creepy or irredeemable or anything, i think it's just something to be cautious of and it's more about the case by case basis. miku and rin have a similar level of maturity and they are peers, and i don't necessarily think that depicting a relationship like huntlow or mikurin for example has any problematic real world influences (ships with larger age gaps between minors or between a minor and an adult 🤢 DO have real-world consequences because it's normalizing something inherently predatory in the minds of the audience) and i don't necessarily think mikurin is at any risk of doing that to be honest? but i'd definitely understand and respect it if people were uncomfortable with it it's just a pairing i enjoy as long as people are normal about them, and i've liked them together since i was like 11-12 😭

[tackminyard]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 124

aint that just the way though huh

[unproduciblesmackdown]

anytime there's production trivia for something i've actually seen like "& the director didn't tell any of the actors this was going to happen so as to get Not Acted Surprise, from the Actors" it's like that's so funny the way i didn't ever see that part as like wow that seemed so particularly genuine to me compared to other parts of this work or other works in general. but on the other hand there'll be scenes in something where a surprising event occurs around multiple characters and there'll be trivia like "wow the way nobody (else) knew this was going to happen beforehand, in so impactful a scene, that makes sense" and then someone involved will be like that's not true

[dawn-of-worlds]

What's the word, man?

(t5, Zoreinak has 0+3+2d6->7=10 points)

An abomination had come to dwell upon the world.

Its form was short yet gangly, its limbs jointed like insect legs yet soft to the touch, its body crowned with a bulbous head and two huge, staring eyes. It was much like a bird in nature, preferring to perch high in the trees, flee at the least sign of danger, and sing in their strange plosive voices.

For they sang: endlessly and pointlessly, a soft background la-dee-dah that lulled them into witless peace. Some flaw in their brains would ascribe the greatest import and significance to useless platitudes if they arrived in form of song; and so they sang, and ate, and slept, and died, rotting on the branch and accomplishing little of note. Ambition slumbered within them, but they had no reason to act on it.

Zoreinak, short of temper in the years after Ainko's birth, thus unleashed a terrible curse. They chose words in the human language (for in that day, humans all spoke a single language) that recurred again and again in their pointless murmurs: words like 'love' and 'peace' and 'promise'.

How were these words cursed? To speak them would be to invite harm: always to the speaker, and to the listener oft as well. Misfortune might befall all who heard the words, illness might spread among them, or the speaker's heart might simply burst in their chest.

The Quiet Years that followed were a time of fear and death. Some fled, some refused to speak, many did both. A horde of silent exodi populated the lands round the inner sea: a generation hence, each would come to puzzle out language once again. Some, now strangers to one another, would clash in time, and finally amount to something.

Thus victorious, Zoreinak gored the world in triumph, creating a great lake of fire with one antler and a great lake of water with the other, both encircled by tall sharp peaks.

And the First Human Language, with its words of power that all by now had forgotten the meaning of? It still slumbered, carried by secretive word-witches, inscribed on slabs on the island where humanity arose, and of course known to the gods themselves.

(3 pt. corrupt 'city' to create the cursed words as a sort of proto-magic system, 2x 3 pt. shape land to create a large freshwater lake surrounded by forest in the northeast and a volcanically active area along the southwestern coast, 1 pt left)

[dollsuguru]

getting an iced pumpkin chai in the morning and then my personal goal is to spend the whole day writing and i hope i can come back to this post tomorrow and rb w how much progress i’ve made!!!

[lesbiangiratina]

Not very fond of people like waving off testament’s gender as just a Gear Thing but well at least it becomes funny when people apply it to gears as a whole. Like yeah i can agree with that. It has nothing to do with being a gear tho theyre all just transgender

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 13: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should just start crying whilst being robbed in the abandoned barn ...

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(----- tw for mild violence (he gets into sort of a fight) until after the next orange text section in parentheses -----)

Not sure what else to even do, The Adventurer simply collapses into a ball on the floor and starts sobbing, screaming, and rolling about. The hooded figure pauses in confusion at first, but.. apparently is not very sympathetic to his plight.

They rush over, grappling with him as he cries, fighting to pry the backpack out of his hands. The Adventurer continues screeching frantically, and during some of his flailing accidentally swings his arm up, elbowing the hooded figure in the face. They let out an exasperated sigh, knocking him against the wall then firmly yanking him up by the hair, securing their arm around his throat to restrain him as they grab for the backpack. He kicks a few times, struggling, clawing at the hooded figure's arms, but just isn't strong enough to free himself.. There's a thwack and a sudden sharpness in the side of his head, the backpack pulling away from his shoulders, cold ground, and then… nothing at all..…

(------------------- mild violence tw over -----------------) ...............

The Adventurer slowly opens his eyes to a quiet foggy morning.. Tiny particles in the dusty barn air gently flutter to and fro, dancing around in the streams of early sunlight trickling through the slight crack of the front doors. With a groan, he rolls over, suddenly feeling every ache in his body. His head, his wrist, his leg injury from crashing the raft.. He spends a while just laying on his back, watching the dust and gazing hopelessly at the moldy boards of the roof, mustering the strength to sit upright… What can he even do next? He's failed.. His first EVER actual quest of his adventuring career, and he can't even keep a stupid egg safe for more than a few days! What type of adventurer is that?? Maybe he should just give up.. Go back home and do nothing with his life, just as he was meant to... He sighs, turning back onto his side and curling into a ball to sulk even more dramatically. The cat trots over to him to interrupt his swirling thoughts, pawing at his face, then directing him towards a small stack of hay in the corner where... there it is! His backpack!! He scrambles over, immediately digging through to check for his belongings.. To his surprise, everything it still in it's place. His food, his money, all of the cool shiny rocks he's collected so far.. And tucked away in the very bottom, the Mysterious Egg box remains, completely undamaged.. somehow with the egg still inside! And... a note? He shakily unfolds a crisp sheet of pale yellow paper dotted with a few scribbly letters: "I took care of her for you. Be more careful next time. Just get where you have to go."

Well...... He supposes that if there's apparently going to be weirdos following him around anyway, maybe he's lucky at least one of them seems nice. Better than trying to ROB him, at least.. Even if it is a bit creepy. He realizes now that his injuries have been bandaged as well, and that when he woke up, he was wrapped in a blanket, and.. where is the hooded figure? What does the stranger mean that they "took care" of her?? He turns to the cat for answers, as if they'd be able to clear up his confusions, but they simply make a "mrrp!" noise and stare blankly in response. Figuring that it's all far too much to think about first thing in the morning (especially with the headache that he has), he just decides to be thankful he at least still has the egg, and thus can continue on his grand adventure!! He will NOT let himself fail again! Sore and limping but full of renewed motivation, he leaps up (at least as best he can) and continues back onto the road. After walking only a few hours, he comes to a clearing at the top of a large hill, overlooking the next stop on his journey (then double checks the map just to make sure it actually IS the next stop). This is a much bigger area than the previous villages he's been to, possibly large enough to even count as a small city. With a wider variation of shops and attractions available to him than usual, he wonders if he should just take a break and relax the rest of the day.

He's too tired to walk much today anyway, soo.. maybe it'd be good for him to spend some time in a safe public space, doing something to help take his mind off of this morning's drama… But, what should he do?

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[littlestarprincess]

Every time I see something about Supernatural, I wonder how much of the current atheist attitude towards Christianity is rooted in people mistaking Supernatural for being well researched and intelligent.

[tsvai]

it's n7 day!!!

the cut content restoration mod i paused my current playthrough of MELE to wait for is out, so i'm climbing back on my bullshit lmao.

[softgrungeprophet]

there is a very specific kind of Male Protagonist Voice which is basically Ron Stoppable-- but you know how it gets applied to basically every energetic guy with a sense of humor, especially in like superhero stuff or whatever, like, Peter Parker often sounds like that, Radiant Black is literally voiced by Will Friedle, etc.

anyway that's not what TJ sounds like. his voice is deeper than that lol

(i don't have a voice claim though lol, i just know it's not will friedle LOL)

[thornheartfelt]

The character in question that I've had a crush on since I was 9, by the way

[arolesbianism]

I am thinking very very hard abt the toy world guys and oh baby I love dropping in disturbing lore bits that are just sorta dripped into the actual plot and otherwise are not explained <3

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Anybody else have an instance where their shoulder was bent weird while doing something and it felt like it was out of place but you could still use it and popped it right back but now it does that same thing every once in awhile and you’re starting to wonder if you dislocated it and healed it wrong?

[togglesbloggle]

My boyfriend has really vivid, elaborate dreams. He’ll often wake up and talk about some grand narrative- travel, exploration, politics, performances. I’ve always been a little jealous, he can hold really good plots together for them sometimes.

But anyway, this does have a downside; vivid, elaborate dreams make for vivid, elaborate nightmares. I can usually tell when it’s one of those nights, since he grinds his teeth pretty badly.

I was never quite sure what to do when I knew he was having a bad time of it, though the grinding alone was enough to worry me and push me towards intervening. I used to just shake him gently, hope to rouse him just enough to reset the dream or something, but it wasn’t too effective and anyway waking him up all the time isn’t good for rest.

I’m rather proud of the strategy I eventually settled on: gently, so as not to wake him up, I’d lay one arm across his hands, wrapping his fingers around me so that he was holding on. Nightmares being nightmares, I can usually count on a pretty tight grip when this happens.

It may seem a little odd, but consider that holding on to something with both hands is typically a very agentic frame of mind. We hold on to things that give us power, in one way or another, and possessing objects often makes us feel powerful in some respects. That has consequences, even for a dreaming mind.

I knew it was working when he woke up rather mystified from one such dream, and told me that he’d been running through the caverns of some dungeon or cave system, pursued by monsters, but then all of a sudden he was holding a giant anime sword and fought them off instead. So I got to be a sword for him that night, I was delighted.

I don’t usually get to know exactly what happened, since even for a very vivid dreamer like Ritter, nine tenths of these things get forgotten. But I know I’ve been things like door handles, steering wheels, stuff like that. And even when I don’t know what I am to him, he doesn’t grind his teeth nearly as much- the sleep is deeper and more peaceful, so I get plenty of feedback that it’s working.

It’s such a perfect encapsulation of love in microcosm, isn’t it? No matter how much you mean to them, and how much they mean to you, the gap between two conscious lives is fundamentally separating you. But fundamental does not mean insurmountable. There’s this whole world in him, full of dreams and perspectives that I’ll never truly experience. But I will be a part of those worlds all the same, finding little ways here and there to make sure that the dreams of me make him a better, stronger, and happier person.

Or at least, so one hopes. It’s a difficult challenge, and things often go awry. But usually you get at least a little lucky.