#made with a template I found somewhere

[ask-larry-johnson]

i like eddtord I'm sorry guys 😔 I watched a video on why it's canon and it convinced me 😔

[loulovingho]

Prompt:

Buck thinks he and Tommy should send out a Christmas card together. Tommy agrees...Clipboard Buck appears 😆

This was fun!! Thank you ❤️

“Evan?”

“Hm?”

“Um, when I- when we agreed to send out a Christmas card together this year, I can't say I was expecting all of this.”

Their front porch was decorated top to bottom in Christmas décor. Garland and bows around the door and front windows, small trees with white lights lining the steps, fake snow sprayed onto the glass framing of the front door. There were some boxes that were wrapped perfectly too, clustered together just past the top step.

It looked absolutely beautiful.

It also looked absolutely insane.

Especially since it was September.

The idea of sending out Christmas cards came to Buck a month earlier, as he moved into Tommy's place. He was putting away some things and found Maddie, Chimney, and Jee's card from the year before. The thought of him and Tommy sending out a card of their own for everyone to see was too enticing to pass up. Plus, it was a perfect way to let distant relatives know that he was in a committed relationship with another man without having to do the whole awkward, and downright ridiculous, coming out routine.

Tommy had agreed pretty quickly. He had learned by now to always be prepared for whatever Buck threw at him next, and he found it pretty exciting to say yes to all his little ideas and suggestions that he himself would never have thought about otherwise.

What Tommy didn't account for is that a suggestion like this would not be taken lightly. Not with Buck involved.

“What do you mean?” Buck asked, eyes shooting up from the clipboard he'd been staring down at.

“I just... I thought we'd pick a selfie, from our phones,” his voice wavered when he saw the look of utter disgust come over Buck's face, “and choose a template from Walgreens...”

Buck stood there, mouth hanging open. Like he couldn't believe such a crazy idea even came out of Tommy's mouth.

“Thomas.”

Tommy sighed. The full name was never a good sign.

“Christmas cards are quite possibly the most important piece of stationary you can send out into the world.”

“So, when we send out our wedding invitations they'll be, what, number two?”

“A Christmas card tells the people within your world,” Buck continued, ignoring Tommy's question, “that the person or people you are with in that card is who matters the most to you.”

Tommy crossed his arms over his chest, nodding. “Right, but Evan, Babe,” he smiled, moving closer, hoping to cut the tension he had created, “I'm pretty sure most people toss their Christmas cards like, as soon as they get them, or the day after Christmas.”

Buck shook his head. He lifted some papers from his clipboard and pulled out a sheet that he handed to Tommy. “Not this one. Ours is going to be made from botanical paper,” he said, pointing down at one of the options on the paper. “They'll plant it somewhere around their house or in a pot or something and from our love, plants will grow!” He smiled brightly as he finished his explanation, eyes wide and filled with excitement.

Tommy couldn't help himself. Buck was so cute when he got this way. There wasn't a piece of Tommy that ever wanted to dull Evan's happiness from even the smallest things in life. He leaned forward and gave Buck a gentle peck on the lips. “That's adorable,” he said, handing the paper back to Buck, “and very sweet.”

“I, uh, I think so too.” A blush rose on Buck's cheeks. Even after all these months together, he still got butterflies in his stomach when Tommy kissed him or was on board with one of his plans.

The thing was, Buck knew that he could be a lot to deal with sometimes. He knew people got frustrated when he had a clipboard in his hands. He knew he could get obsessive and overdo it. And, while Tommy may sometimes suggest simpler options (which were obviously wrong and insane), he never made fun of Buck or belittled him. Buck never had to worry about being too much with Tommy, and that was such a freeing feeling.

“Now!” Buck rocked up on his tippy toes, getting back to his list. “We've got our first photographer coming in half an hour. Our next one comes at one. Then we've got to wait until four for the last one, so you'll have to change out of your outfit or put on a robe or something so you don't spill.”

“We... We've got three photographers coming?”

Buck nodded, double checking his list. “Yes. Uh, three today, two tomorrow.”

“So five then? Five photographers coming?”

“Correct.”

“Evan, honey,” Tommy placed his hands on Buck's biceps, pulling his attention from the clipboard yet again. “Why exactly do we have five photographers coming?”

“To make sure we get the best photos?” Buck replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right... Right, okay. Alright, well, you just tell me what to do and when to do it and I will be there.”

Buck leaned in this time, a hand placed at the nape of Tommy's neck, and kissed him. “First,” he said once he pulled away, “I've gotta go get the house ready for the dog. He'll be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay,” Tommy agreed. Buck was already back in the house when his words sunk in. “Wait! Dog?!” Tommy called out, “Evan, we don't have a dog!”

“We do today!”

[oneroomjestershow]

Introducing the four hors- i mean the four band members that i made to bother Sol

the situation bro is in, i filled some templates below

I found the worldbuilding interesting in the game it kind of remind me of home so i wanted to make other characters to play in different places (i have been silently playing the sims in my head these months).

Cicada is supposed to take the role of the MC and share details of the backstory, the other are just to add drama and experiment with different dynamics. But they are all part of a band called Unknown Infestation. (to clarify those aren't their real names, they are just nicknames, also i have their stage names and real names somewhere else).

thisis a lot im sorry im almost done bear withme a little

the credits of the template are on the image but this is the post

the post it's getting too long i will leave it here;;

[mahs-dumpster]

"Happy 100th anniversary"

a/n: this is soooo self indulgent please. It's a vignette (written only in dialogue) for Daisy's (my Yuu) birthday jacket card that I just made! I'll be linking it here once I edit this post!

cw: oc x canon (Ruggie x Daisy; they're established to be in a relationship and Daisy has already made her decision to stay in twisted wonderland); dialogue heavy; poor attemps at making this look like a fake translation from a vignette bc I'm delulu

The template for the frames of the paintings can be found here.

Words: around 1k

Happy birthday, Daisy!!

Daisy: To think I'm able to visit a museum like this! I wonder what sort of paintings I'm going to see…

Daisy: I'm expecting to maybe recognize a few from the stories mom used to read to me… let's see if I actually can recognize them!

Daisy: I wonder… is she someone I'm aware of? A lady who constantly cleans her house…

???: That's the princess who inspired the glass slippers you always wear.

Daisy: Huh? Oh, Ruggie! I thought you were all the way on the other side of the museum! 

Ruggie: I was, but then I met Trey and we kinda ended up wandering around until I got here. 

Ruggie: What a coincidence that I found you looking at the painting of the lady who inspired your favorite shoes, shishishi~

Daisy: I guess it is a fun coincidence. Oh, right! Would you mind explaining more about her to me?

Ruggie: Fine! But don't go walking around telling people I've gone soft…

Daisy: No need to worry, I wouldn't even dream of it. 

Ruggie: *sigh* anyway… This lady is the princess that inspired your shoes, do you know the story behind it?

Daisy: Sam only explained to me that the princess who wore them danced with them until midnight… so I guess I don't know much more than that.

Ruggie: Right. Legend says she was an orphan who was forced by her stepmother to become basically a servant.

Ruggie: She cleaned the house all day everyday, was forced to hear awful things by her step family and when she wanted to go to a ball her stepsisters tore down her dress. 

Ruggie: A Fairy Godmother – well, her Fairy Godmother – decided to help her get to a ball, she gave her a gown, a carriage and everything! 

Ruggie: the Prince fell in love with her almost immediately and when she ran away and left her glass slipper fall, he tried it on every lady in the kingdom to find out who his beloved was. Then they got married and she never saw her family again.

Daisy: That’s basically the story of Cendrillon. 

Ruggie: What? Oh– one of the fairytales from your world?

Daisy: Yes. I’ve always admired her story, I reread it a lot growing up because I related to her. 

Ruggie: Ah… you did say your stepmother treated you horribly.

Daisy: She… treated me as best as she could.

Ruggie: Which wasn't anywhere near good enough. 

Daisy: Haha… I guess you're right. 

Daisy: What I mean is just… she treated me badly, but I don't hold grudges. 

Daisy: Whatever she's doing, I forgive her. And now that I'm somewhere better and living a happier life… I hope that her and her children manage to grow as people.

Daisy: That's what my mother taught me. 

Ruggie: …sometimes I really do wonder how I fell for such a goody-goody.

Daisy: W-what’s that supposed to mean?

Ruggie: I’m just saying, you're way too naive and nice to forgive someone like that.

Ruggie: if it were me, I’d never forgive them. No way someone's gonna step all over me and I'll forgive them.

Daisy: because that's exactly what you did to Leona-senpai, huh?

Ruggie: besides the point. 

Daisy: Ruggie, isn't this painting depicting that story you told me about? The ones about the dogs sharing spaghetti?

Ruggie: Oh, that one, yeah! I didn't know they actually painted the scene, who would've thought.

Daisy: They're so adorable, I see now how romantic this is.

Ruggie: I guess? It's still just spaghetti…not only that but it's outside in the middle of the night. I guess for dogs it would be cool but for people? I’d honestly just be excited because it's free food.

Daisy: Oh, come on now! This is super romantic! It's a candlelight dinner under the night sky! 

Daisy: If someone did that for me, I know I’d be pretty happy and satisfied.

Ruggie: You’re just trying to convince me to ask you on a date, aren't you?

Daisy: …

Ruggie: Should’ve figured, shishishi!

Daisy: You can't blame a girl for trying, I’ve been pretty lonely these past few weeks since you’ve been working more than usual.

Daisy: But jokes aside, this right here is already enough. I’m already way less lonely just by walking around this museum with you, it's practically a date!

Ruggie: I don't think a date would consist of everyone from our school coming with us…

Daisy: You get what I mean…

Ruggie: Tell you what, once we get back I’m cooking us both some spaghetti and lighting some candles if that's what you’d like.

Ruggie: If my flower is feeling lonely then I better give her a proper date so she can feel loved, right?

Daisy: You really don't have to… but thanks. I would love to. 

Ruggie: Ah, this one's actually a very famous painting, I’ve seen pictures of it around quite often.

Daisy: R-Really…?

Ruggie: What? You don't believe me?

Ruggie: It ties with Sunset Savannah’s history and with The King of Beasts’s story! 

Daisy: Well, forgive me for not understanding the historical significance of a monkey holding a lion cub…

Ruggie: *sigh* Alright. Lemme explain.

Ruggie: This is a ceremony often done by members of royalty when a new child from the royal family is born. 

Ruggie: It goes so far back even the lions from The King of Beasts’s story did that. They basically present the baby to everyone else in the kingdom… it's kinda hard to explain.

Daisy: Oh, I get it now!

Daisy: I see why it's so famous, seeing how it portrays an aspect of the royalty of Sunset Savannah. 

Ruggie: Eh… I never went to one, as you can imagine.

Daisy: Never? Is it not open to the common folk?

Ruggie: Well yeah, but back when there was one for who I now know is Leona-san's nephew, I was trying to survive.

Ruggie: I didn't have the time to go to a ceremony just to watch a new baby I didn't care about being presented to the whole kingdom.

Ruggie: I’d learn about him regardless, so I just didn't care much.

Daisy: I guess that makes sense.

Daisy: Still, it must be super interesting to see it happening. How cute would it be to see a baby cub being shown to the entire world just like that, hahah! 

Ruggie: Ah– sorry, before I got here I told Leona-san I’d go fetch something for him at the cafeteria in a few minutes… if I don't go now he’s gonna be pissed.

Daisy: Why didn't you tell me sooner?!

Ruggie: Well, ya know– it's impossible to resist spending time with you~

Daisy: Alright there, Romeo, enough! Go before he gets upset. I'll be looking around this area for a while more if you want to come back.

Ruggie: *sigh* ‘kay, I'll be off then! 

Daisy: Hm? Ah, this is another painting of Cendrillon.

Daisy: She looks so much free... I'm happy she got her happy ending.

[vluisasantiago]

I've been working on a presentation about the slenderverse as an art movement for a club I'm in and working on it and going through the history of the verse has made me realize how much you've become like the glue holding the community together over the years and I feel like you don't get enough credit for that. It feels like I'm bringing up your name in a new context every other slide by the end lol

So thank you very much for everything you've done over the years, from just your artistic contributions, to stuff like slender for gender, and all of the essays and external content you've released surrounding the verse, and your contributions to the docuseries, and also your general presence as an encouraging voice for other creators. Just thank you very much for being such a positive force in the community and always encouraging people to create. It means a lot as someone invested in and inspired by the movement <3

I still never know how to respond to things like this after years of pushing for it, but I will try.

Thank you, seriously.

I have always found it hard to see the works that everyday people make as something to treat as anything but beautiful. So much art has an unspoken (practically spoken, at this point) metric for quality, in a system rooted in incentive—as if the art or the artist owes an audience for their time, or must have some nebulous reason to exist beyond expression. We live in an age of content mills that reward cynicism, that demand rigid bounds for what is considered original or “worthy” of care.

The people that push the necessity of Non-Studio Art As Transactional are, to me, diminishing an individual’s humanity to its least interesting terms. It makes me sad. It was probably done to me too, when I first started in the Slenderverse; I was just lucky enough to not see much, if any, of it because I had no interest in what people thought about my work beyond finding the people I knew it would be for. That isn’t an easy way to be.

My “role” in all this, as I’ve apparently self-appointed myself, is as the doomsayer hag who wanders her overgrown-weeds-filled backyard and raises her battered-up broom wildly in the air at young passersby, wailing “make stuff!” with the hope that 1 in every 100 will actually, truly hear it.

With Alex’s documentary, it has become a little easier for me to move from the backyard to a chair on the back porch. I know people get it now. The right people get it.

This movement, however long it lasts, has been a great place to watch artists let loose. Facebook groups and discord servers and forums have and will continue to house it, but it never really relied on that. There’s always some creative kid out there looking to start somewhere—some feeling that needs to be vented out, or made sense of. I just want them to know that, those feelings aren’t wrong. They have a potential template to help them start. Their inspirations are valid. And their art is good, because it’s theirs. Not because of the metric.

Make your EMH clones and your Marble Hornets fan-sequels and your Stan Frederick offshoots and your hiimmarymary ripoffs��they’re all great to see pop up. And never feel the need to thank me of all people for being the doorwoman to the lobby of artistic expression. If anything, thank you and anyone else who puts themselves out there. You make art better. You make me want to keep creating, too.

[sevicia]

Ray ref. + template I edited (made transparent) and then found out has a png ver already (as always, FUCK MY STUPID BAKA LIFE)

Other fun stuff:

- Family failure but being soo brave about it

- Guy that says kya

- I made his height 5'11.5" purely because he's the kinda guy to always ALWAYS mention the .5"

- None of my OCs have birth dates (sorry) but also yeah he would fucking say that

- Boss makes a dollar I make a dime that's why I play Piano Tiles on company time🎶

- He's Alice's half-brother but only he knows about this + they live in different (yet nearby) towns

- He most definitely has a really stupid tattoo somewhere on his body but I have yet to settle on it

- Hates small dogs because they scare him (they're hard to catch, easy to anger, and animals just do not like him very much in general)

- They call him 007 (0 life aspirations 0 genuine friendships 7 pregnancy scares)

AAAAND post

[heich0e]

I asked a while back about binding your work Percolate in to a book. And I wanted to share because we finished!! My elderly neighbor Carol is er was a book binder/restored book for a job and is now a hobby for her so she helped me! She helped me format it correctly, and buy the correct paper, and helped me print it all from the comfort of my home So it was a lot. (Well the cover we took to our local printing company to have printed out on fancy matte paper) I wanted to share it with you because it means so much to me to have this work of art in my hands, to physically hold it and love it! I’ve already started reading it again while sipping on my not Tea (hot water lemon and honey) sitting in front of my large window cuddle in a cozy fuzzy blanket. So thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking time to write this amazing work of art and sharing it. Thank you 💕

(I will say we did chest just a little bit we used a template for the cover and the free vector images carol has for making covers. Because I can’t draw I tried and it was bad haha! )

i would like to preface this by letting you know that when i saw this ask for the first time i immediately burst into tears, so if the following is a bit dramatic at least you have that bit of context.

i felt a lot of things all at once, i think, seeing you hold Percolate in your hands. first was just a kind of dumbstruck amazement that it existed in a real, physical, tangible way somewhere out there in the big wide world. next was a sense of pride that it was something i had written. and third was just this deep, unending sense of gratitude and appreciation for you (and sweet Carol.)

i remember writing Percolate curled up on my couch or in my bed, trying to find the right words to tell the story; listening to music while i edited a chapter and wondering if anyone was even going to like it; how nauseated i would feel each time i posted an update until someone finally left a comment saying they enjoyed it, and the rush of satisfaction that would follow; and the 16 pages of looseleaf paper that i had first scrawled the plot onto when the idea struck me, and used as an outline until the very last chapter.

i sometimes forget about Percolate, so many years on. i'm not as active in the AOT fandom. i don't celebrate the big milestones it hits anymore in the same way i used to. the numbers (while something i am of course incredibly grateful for) have lost their meaning a little bit, i think, in the grand scheme of things. 77,640 hits is a lot of times to have been clicked on. 2,825 kudos means that there are almost three thousand people out there who found my story and liked something in it enough to let me know. and this one hard copy of the fic, that you worked hard to make with your hands, means that someone cared about the thing i made enough to want to treasure it. that's something so special to me that i can't begin to say.

this silly story--my story, that used to be just some thoughts in my head and now is real on your bookshelf--was an absolute honour to share with you, and it's as much yours as it is mine now. thank you so much for sending me these photos of your hard work, and thank you for loving the story. i hope it makes you happy for a long time!!

[fastlikealambo]

devour me.|| modern! rhaenyra targaryen x alicent hightower x black reader

summary: after an assassination leaves your father dead and your uncle in coma, you are forced to return to the crime ridden city of king’s landing, a city run by crime bosses rhaenyra and alicent targaryen who just happen to be your exes. you thought you could just leave but this city and two of the most dangerous women you’ve ever loved are not going to let that happen.

trigger warning: dark! rhaenyra, dark! alicent, heading down yandere territory, violence, crime, eventual smut, this follows no canon at all, possessive behavior

if you’re not 18+, you shouldn’t be here. 

this is a first chapter, comment if you’d like to see me actually make this a series because I don’t know if this is complete shit or not

Before the dirt even covers your father’s grave, the vultures descend on you.

Various men in designer suits and poorly concealed guns from various families offer template condolences, giving you a scripted sympathetic expression for a total of five seconds before inquiring about your father’s shares in Driftmark Inc.

You simply thanked them for coming before attending to your cousins and aunt for the rest of the majority of the wake. You held them but no one held you, no one made sure your plate was full nor your cup of weak tea filled.

They weren’t here to comfort you,

They were there to see them.

They arrive in the middle of Jason Lannister cornering you on your way from grabbing Baela and Rhaena’s coats alone, the wake slowly but surely coming to an end.

“Your father’s wealth would be in good hands, we could come to an arrangement with The Iron Bank and put this ugly business behind us right now.”

“My father’s wealth is now my wealth and I will see it dispersed how I see fit, preferably not at my father’s wake.” You said, pushing past him only for him to grab your arm.

“I wasn’t done.” He sneered, twisting it enough for you to grit your teeth, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you cry out.

“I think you’re quite finished Lannister.”

You see the fear in Jason’s eyes before you see them, their fleet of bodyguards parting like the sea as two of the most dangerous women in King’s Landing walk hand in hand,  bringing the entire wake to a screeching halt.  Jason’s hand immediately leaves your arm at the sight of Rhaenyra and Alicent Targaryen, his attempts to slink off are halted by Alicent who cuts off his exit.

“Put this out for me before you go, won’t you?” The redhead asked, dainty plucking the cigarette from her lips, holding it out to Jason, who nods sheepishly and held out his hand to take it from her.

It takes a second before the smell of burning flesh permeates the room and Jason runs out, cradling his burnt hand.

The wake behind you begins to clear out like children dismissed from school but you’re frozen in place.

Rhaenyra and Alicent embrace you together and you can’t help but tremble at Alicent’s lips on your cheek, Rhaenyra’s breath at your neck, her holstered gun brushing up against your side.

“How is it possible you’ve gotten even more beautiful?” Alicent asked.

“I ask you both the same thing.” You asked, giving a small smile.

“We’re so sorry to hear of Vaemond’s passing,whoever did that was not loyal to our family.   They’ll be found and dealt with, the police have already been informed we’ll be taking on an active role in their investigation.” Rhaenyra said softly.

In other words, anyone with a badge will be looking in the opposite direction when a body shows up.

This is what you were running from.

“We’d like to have you over for dinner tomorrow, you’ve been gone for so long, we’d like to catch up.” Alicent offered, but something in her voice made it distinctly not a request.

“Thank you but I'll be back home by then, my father’s house is already closed up for the winter so I'll be running the company remotely.  I have no desire to stay in King’s Landing longer than I have to, let alone while my father’s killer is out there somewhere.” You said, turning from the pair to hand your approaching cousins and aunt their coats.

“Rhaenyra, Alicent.” Aunt Rhaenys acknowledged them with a gruff nod.

“How’s Corlys? Any change?” Rhaenyra asked.

“You mean from the fact that he might never wake up? No, no change.” Your aunt spat out before looking back in your direction.  “I’ll call you when the girls and I are back home.” She said with a gentle squeeze of your shoulder.

Now it’s just you and the leaders of the biggest crime family.

“We’d prefer it if you stayed a few days, just to iron out  the details of where your loyalties lie. You’ve been gone for so long, we’re not sure you remember how it works around here, darling.” Alicent said, taking a seat but you remain standing.

“Alicent-” Rhaenyra said but you cut her off.

“I remember well enough. The  Velayrons will maintain the same long standing arrangement with your family,  you’ll receive what’s owed tomorrow when the accounts are transferred into my name with interest. That’s what you wanted to catch up on right? Outstanding debts over dinner?” You asked, a little sharper than you mean to, some tears falling.

“We’d also like to see you again, it shouldn’t take a funeral for you to come back to us.” Rhaenyra soothed, thumb brushing away tears.

“We want you back into the fold, we want you with us where you belong.” Alicent said, reaching for your hand.

“I told you I was out and nothing will change that, I don’t want any part of this.  You’ll get your money tomorrow morning, thank you for coming.” You said, straightening up and smoothing your dress.

Your ex lovers exchanged a look before standing to their feet and with a snap of Alicent’s fingers, their guards are back at their side.

“Come to dinner tonight, the kids have gotten so big, they’d be thrilled to see you.” Rhaenyra urged, but you shook your head.

“It’s best I go, I’m not built for this world, I never was, it’s not safe, I’m not safe.” You said, grabbing your own coat and pushing past them before you could lose the will power.

Guns out, two of their bodyguards block your path out but one look at their employers makes them part.

“ Come home, darling.” Alicent whispered.

“You’d be safe with us, you know that.” Rhaenyra urged but you continued into the rain, getting into a waiting car.

Barely ten minutes with them and your heart ached.

But you’re leaving now, you’d never step foot in King’s Landing again if you could help it.

“Miss Velayron, I believe there’s someone following us.”  Your driver said and you looked through the rain streaked window to see two cars with blacked out windows that weren’t there two minutes ago flanking the car.

“Can you lose them?”

Before he can answer, there’s the ear splitting sound of gunfire and  the scratch of tires and failing brakes.  You have only one thought as your car goes over the guardrails and into the water.

You should have never come back here.

[granulesofsand]

Machinery, Literally

🗝️🏷️ TBMC programming

One aspect of our programming that I never really found purpose in is our fear of machines. The trauma there, the torture, was… bizarre. When I learned about it, I thought it was a punishment for having a special interest without permission. We have a huge sidesystem from that stretch, some organic-forced-loyal, most plain programmed. They got dozens of fleshed-out alters from that, hundreds of fragments.

I think I found a piece.

Growing up, our father (also a system, more OSDD-1a) was an engineer. We loved physics, loved the equations. Penrose is one of the few left of us who can still do those things. We were a girl child. Girls don’t get to do math, girls get words or nothing. We used to use power tools, used to help build. We were never good enough for them, of course, but we could do it. We wanted to do it.

And then we couldn’t. Between the time we were ten and twelve, exactly when the robots came to be.

What they did to us was more than get robots. The robots in programmed systems makes sense. Nails and saws and wires, they didn’t need to do what they did with them. We already had a robot template, and this was not that. What they did was make us afraid of our friends. We were getting too proficient in a skill we were not meant to have. So they made machinery the enemy.

Now we’re divided. We’re inclined towards engineering, it turns out. It’s not just Penrose and the remnants of what could have been. There are new folks who went to school, who got shop certified and picked up the tools they had pried out of our hands. Penrose loves it, they never gave up their hold. But many of us are terrified of those machines, knowing what it feels like when you use it wrong.

This piece I found was the sidesystem we were ignoring. The gate in the woods. Some of them are the critters, the ones with our ADHD as their heart. They were always so good at learning what they weren’t intended to. They knew too much, and they ran. Penrose, we found on the Wild. These ones… they were somewhere else. They’re prickly about it. But they’re back now, they think we can live without programming. I want to prove them right.

They’ve been talking to the Wild critters, to the robots and the space crews and the uni folk. The kind of integration we will do, bringing the metasystem together. And oh, they’re filling in the gaps. There’s more than just them living through the gate, and we’ll meet them when they want to see us. But we’re that much more connected now. Out of hiding. Their hope is enough to keep us moving.

[unstablerk800]

Your digital planner looks cool. Is it an app or a program? Where do I get one?

|| Hello Nonnie!

I'm glad you asked! 💙 TECHNOLOGYYY 🤤

I happen to have two Samsung gadgets - a phone, Galaxy S10 Lite, and a tablet, Galaxy S6 Tab. I've had them for years, and I'm madly in love with both. 💙

Both come with an S-pen, Samsung's stylus. And both have this amazing program for absolutely free, Samsung Notes. I've tried countless note-taking apps, but this is the best, trust me. It has EVERYTHING you could possibly need, and one of the best things about it is that INSERTED GIFS ACTUALLY MOVE IN READ MODE! 🥹💙 And you can cut the pictures in a way that it snaps to the character's body, so you can make some custom stickers from your own screenshots! All with Samsung apps - the Samsung Notes and Gallery. 💙💙💙

The notebook template I used in my latest screenshot can be found at happydownloads.net. That site has loads of digital planners, from colourful rainbow ones to simpler, elegant ones (I got it for free somewhere a year ago, can't remember where 🤔). The site recommends you to use the Penly app (which isn't free), while the Samsung Notes does all that Penly can (and more) for free, if you get yourself a Samsung phone or tablet. Not to mention that you can pull off literally THOUSANDS of stickers off the Galaxy Store app for free, which you can use in your planner!

If you have both a phone and a tablet, they'll sync! 💙 So if I do anything on my tablet in Samsung Notes, it's going to appear on my phone in the Samsung Notes app as well! I made this on my tablet, but this is how it appears on my phone, and I can edit and rearrange and do whatever the heck I want (tick boxes in for example), and it'll appear with the changes on my tablet:

One of my favourite features is this: I like to put tons of pics in my journal if I'm not using some spaces to make it more colourful and cheer me up on the weekdays when I'm ultra stressed. If you open Samsung Internet and next to it, Samsung Notes, if you Google anything, you can drag and drop the picture in Notes - you don't have to download the pictures at all! I like to pull up my Pinterest board and pull over whatever I've pinned over my journal pages, then edit it (you can edit the picture like adjusting brightness/colors etc) as I want it to look like. 😊

There are also tons of other useful features, such as convert handwriting to text (all text or just the lasso selected words!), write by hand and it'll appear as text, shapes (if you draw a circle, box, heart, star, etc and hold the pen there, it'll shape it for you to look perfect!), insert pdfs, convert your notes to pdf, and much, much more - the possibilities are really endless! 😊💙

I was thinking about trying to make a few videos of how powerful these apps are and how I use them. Maybe I will if anyone is interested! 😊

[moyokeansimblr]

Académie Le Tour Dormie Pool

I received a comment on my LFT Dormie Pool post asking about pools for the other two universities, so have some Académie Le Tour dormies!

All 50 ALT dormies, ready to be added to your dormie-less ALT!

I gave everybody a cellphone and any information the wiki had on them such as LTWs and Interests if they had them. Names will be randomized when you add the pool but you can change them with simpe back to their originals.

Secret Society members have the appropriate token, but I once again did not test to see if they actually are really members whoops. Also, I again may or may not have fixed Houston’s broken face.

Keep in mind they’re pictured here with my default skin and eyes.

Now I must tell you the potential bad news... 😳 I made two blunders, one incredibly minor and the other slightly larger. The minor blunder is that Zion Cormier actually accidentally has blonde eyebrows instead of black. He didn't extract with his blue hair and when I gave it to him in CAS his eyebrows changed blonde and I unfortunately didn't notice. Easily changeable.

The larger blunder is that I was dumb and made the empty subhood before I extracted the dormies from original ALT and I forgot to re-disable the university neighborhood templates after so 12 character files of professors generated and I didn't realize until I was almost finished townifying 😫 But I created numerous test hoods and I've found that the 12 professor character files don't get added if UALT is added as the second university. Example if you add any other university and then add "Académie Le Tour Dormie Pool" you don't get them. If you add ONLY "Académie Le Tour Dormie Pool" you do. I'm so sorry! 😫 But if you wind up with 12 professors, I guess you're free to keep, kill etc them but I didn't want to touch them myself.

Anyways,

To use the dormie pool, place the UALT folder into either

C: > Program Files (x86) > Origin Games > The Sims 2 Ultimate Collection > University Life > TSData > Res > NeighborhoodTemplate

or C: > Program Files (x86) > EA Games > The Sims 2 > The Sims 2 University > TSData > Res > NeighborhoodTemplate

or if you have your game installed somewhere else, so long as it winds up in the neighborhood template folder of your university EP.

After that, add it like a normal university. After you add it, you can delete it (provided it’s not the only unversity) and the dormies will stay.

As with anything, and especially due to my mistake, I recommend adding to a test throwaway hood before adding to hoods you care about. Don’t forget backups! ��I warned you! 💕

Download Académie Le Tour Dormie Pool on Patreon (FREE)

But please consider becoming a patron if you like what I do so I know! 🙏

[lemonysnicket]

adventures in bookbinding: making the negret colophon playing card book!

it's diy girl summer and i am Bored. time to attempt a completely new craft with zero research except for like. 3 youtube videos!

so, to start off, i suppose i will ramble a wee bit about my plans/goals/reasoning. truth be told, i just really really like my blorbo who book binds and i think it would be very fun to become Just like him for real. therefore we will be embarking on a journey!! to become my blorbo and also find something crafty to do today. quick psa that this is not a real tutorial because i have absolutely zero experience, but more of a general guide and/or craft with me! let's do this in sectionssss!!

1 - the plan!!

so for my first bookbinding project we are going to do something small, starting out by being silly and taking a page (lol) out of negret colophon's book (lol....) when he makes a tiny book and uses two playing cards as the covers. this will give me a little tiny trial run so i can learn the basic skills and use easily available materials around my house!! afterwards i think i'll sketch out a more ambitious journal idea - i have lots of fabric lying around that would work perfectly to cover a cardboard cover. wow, that's wordy! so! without further ado let's begin :) negret's little bookbinding project is described in the first chapter of raconteurs in this little excerpt here.

seems simple enough!! also the absolute perfect beginner project. it is tiny and the materials consist of Literally Anything. let's get groovy!!

2. materials!!

here's what we're working with:

playing cards! i found a deck lying around in a random drawer somewhere and chances are you have one laying around too. i chose the ace of spades and diamonds, because the text specifies a pair of aces but i couldn't find a matching pair, lol. i was also very tempted to choose one of the king cards as an homage to maisie's story later on (and because the king cards are absolutely gorgeous and detailed) but we're sticking to canon right now. we'll use the other cards for a future project.

needles!! a lot of the tutorials i see use very big or thick needles but i don't have those and this is also a very small project, not a huge journal, so any can work.

thread!! use whatever color you would like! at this point i was very indecisive because i have a lot of options and they're all quite pretty colors, but i settled on red later.

an assortment of papers!! use literally whatever you have lying around. for me, i managed to dig up the one scrap of newspaper in my house, since that's specifically listed, but most of my pages were from a book i sacrificed for an old art project, magazines and flyers, a lot of which were college mail because we're at that point in my life, lol. this is a recycling sort of project. choose anything! the more variety the better :)

i didn't display these in the photo, but if you have an awl, use an awl! i do not have one so i improvised, which i'll elaborate upon later. also, scissors! to cut the pages to scale. a ruler also came in handy :)

alright, now that we have all our tools in order, it's time to get into it :)

3. creating the pages!!

our first step is to measure our playing cards! you might not have to do this step because i'm fairly certain most cards are uniform in size/make, but check just in case, lol.

my cards measured to be 2.5" wide and 3.5" tall. i am no mathematician but using my singular brain cell i deduced that the papers should be twice the width of our cover, since those will fold to be the same size. so, using my Expert calculations, i made a little template cut from an index card measuring 3.5" x 5".

now we get to cutting!! using your various materials, cut out a bunch of papers to the size of your template. i just cut around it because i could not be bothered enough to waste time tracing, lol. i didn't go in with a plan, but i cut 16 papers to this size, which ended up being perfect. here are all my pages !! look at all the colors and textures!! the fun thing about the project being so small is that you can specifically cut the pages as the most interesting photos or sections, or you can even do it at angles too. as long as it ends up the right size, anything is fair game

now, we're going to make the papers into signatures! i just learned this word today lol. essentially, we will be grouping our papers and then folding those in half to become little mini books/pages. since i had 16 papers, i made 4 signatures with 4 pages each.

at this point i was tempted to go cut up more and make a fifth signature, but i decided against it since i didn't want the book to become too thick, and 4 sets with 4 papers each ended up being just about right. one of the tutorials i watched suggested that you group your signatures with paperclips or bobby pins, and at the time i waved off the suggestion but i totally agree now. i didn't have any clips to work with and i managed fine without them, but it definitely would have been easier if i had. so if you have them, use them! it'll make your life better lol. at this point you can stack your signatures together and itll look like a book!

oh yeah now we're cooking!!

4. preparing for binding!!

it was at this point in the process where i ventured out from knowing what i was doing to completely balling, but everything turned out okay and i'll walk you through it! our next step is to create the holes with which we will sew our signatures together. we're going to mark those off. once again i have zero clue how to do math but i managed to use my giant incredible smooth brain one more time to mark my template with a few equidistant points with which we can mark our signatures.

in case it's not clear, i kind of just counted the lines and then had to look up how much that was, but you can also just eyeball it if you're good enough. side note, i added two more holes after this, with one just below the very top and one just below the very bottom.

pardon my very unsightly nails, lol - here's how i used my template to mark the very center of each of my signature. you'll want to mark the point on the center line where you folded it while keeping the pages of each signature together. HOPEFULLY WITH A PAPERCLIP. and without further ado it's time for the stabbing!

now...here's where i got a little bit sacrilegious. you'll recall that earlier i mentioned how i don't have an awl in my possession yet? well, i managed to improvise a solution...

yes that is a sewing pin. IN MY DEFENSE it's all i had, and functionally it's basically the same as an awl! just on a much smaller scale. it worked out though - i imagine that if i'd been using thicker paper it would have posed a bit of a problem but for this project specifically, it was fine. do not kill me book binders. now it's time to get serious...

5. the binding

everyone stay calm! stay calm! it will be okay. i was lowkey intimidated by this part as this was Truly out of my depth of expertise, but i promise it's not that complicated. you're going to get your needle and thread now - i settled upon this gorgeous red color because it contrasted nicely with the playing cards, and there really wasn't much red in the papers i chose.

gorgeous!! tbh i always knew i'd go with the red because i've always envisioned the book with red thread anyways. like come on look at my very first drawing of negret WITH it. literally the exact same materials. i simply had to.

okay. now to the binding part. i don't have any real photos or insights or instructions for this whole stage because 1. i was deep in focus mode and 2. entirely relied on a tutorial for this part. here's the tutorial i used - massive shoutout to this lovely lady ! my spine didn't turn out nearly as neat as hers because i did not properly follow directions for the first bunch of knots (and i had to kind of improvise with the cover) but here's how it turned out!

not too bad for my first book, lol. try not to stress out about it being perfect because this book is not supposed to be perfect! the imperfections give it character. worst case scenario, if you really mess up, your eclectic book is just a little more eclectic than intended. and that's never a crime :)

now the one problem i had to figure out on my own was how to attach the covers, since most tutorials explain how to attach actual big separate covers and not - essentially paper. i ended up just... attaching them as if they were another page or signature to the front and back. my holes on the covers were a few millimeters away from the edge, though, since there's no crease or fold to align them with. what i did was essentially do the first knots/stitching on the signature like the tutorial said, but for each hole i sewed through in the first/last signature, i also made an additional loop through the adjacent hole on the cover. you can kind of see how i passed my needle through like instructed and then took a little extra detour to stitch the card as well. in some places i ended up making new holes in the signature too that were closer to where the cards' holes lined up?? try not to do that but it worked and it looks fine so really whatever makes it attach and hold is perfect.

6. bask in your glory!!!

aaaand that's it!! you did it!! this was a ton of fun to work on and i absolutely loved making this little adventure into a new craft with something so near and dear to my heart. if you make one please be sure to tag me!! i would love love LOVE to see :) here's an additional picture of my little monster (+ next to the legend himself. art credit to me lol. look the books are twinning!!)

[novemberhope]

Midori needed something made too - mainly I practiced changing the colors from red to blue which kind of looks more like purple now, but I guess we all start somewhere. I found this template, so go check it out if you want.

[and-then-there-were-n0ne]

New research shows that Gen Z are more risk-averse than previous generations. Apparently we perceive more dangers in life, are more likely to see situations as “black and white”, and see spaces as either safe or dangerous.

Of course this isn’t surprising. I get tired of the whole snowflake trope being tacked onto everyone in Gen Z, but it’s also difficult to deny that we’re generally much more fearful than previous generations. Much of the attention on this goes to those calling for trigger warnings and safe spaces—which I’d say are an important but very vocal minority—but what’s actually endemic, something I see constantly among my generation, is a subtler form of safetyism, a reluctance to take risks in our everyday lives. Being terrified to talk on the phone. Being scared to order in a restaurant. And somewhere I think it’s really starting to affect us is being risk-averse about relationships.

Gen Z are dating less. Having less sex. Settling for situationships that are empty and meaningless. And I think a major part of this is that human connection comes with a high level of risk. Among young men, for example, I’d say this risk-aversion is most obvious in fear of rejection. A recent survey found that almost 45% of men aged 18 to 25 have never approached a woman in person. Another Pew Survey found that half of single men between 18 and 30 are voluntarily single, which some suggest is in part because of fear.

But I think young women are also risk-averse about relationships. We are naturally more risk-averse, for a start, and an even higher number of women are voluntarily single. But our risk-aversion plays out differently. Most obvious to me is the way we talk about relationships, the advice young women give each other, the therapy-speak and feminist clichés that I think often cloak a deep fear of hurt and vulnerability.

Honestly, this kind of thing is everywhere. Social media is full of young women warning each other and listing out red flags and reasons why you should dump him or dodge commitment. He compliments you a lot? Love-bombing. Says I miss you too soon? Run. Approaches you in person? Predator. It’s all so cynical. It’s all about how not to catch feelings; ways not to get attached; how “you’re not gonna get hurt if you have another man waiting”! We blunt romance and passion with this constant calculation of risk, this paranoid scanning for threats, and by holding back to avoid being hurt. We encourage each other to be emotionally absent, unfazed, uncaring. We even call it empowerment! It’s not. It’s neuroticism. I think we are a generation absolutely terrified of getting hurt and doing all we can to avoid it. [...]

Then, of course, there’s social media, dating apps—these mechanical ways we meet and find love. Fake spaces where we can avoid any form of discomfort. Where we swipe through people like products instead of approaching them with a pounding heart; where we ghost and block instead of learning how to have difficult conversations; where we start relationships without real risk, without intense chemistry, with no feeling at all. Now we get together not from passion or thrill but after analysing profiles, reviewing selfies, rehearsing DMs. It’s all so safe; it’s all so calculated.

My other suspicion is that this has to do with changing cultural and sexual mores. Family breakdown, for example. In the UK, a third of Gen Z now see their parents split by the time they are 16. Try not being risk-averse when those are your templates for love. Also, too, the sexual revolution, where the liberalising of sexual norms have made dating extremely confusing. Where casual sex has become the default, where we’ve lost the guardrails of custom and chivalry, and nobody wants to put themselves on the line. Sometimes it seems to me we’ve become so suspicious of each other’s intentions that we pathologise romance and commitment, and end up psychoanalysing to death behaviour that’s actually decent. Now we take everything that comes with real love—being affected by someone else’s emotions, putting your partner’s needs first, depending on them—and call it damage or anxious attachment or trauma. No! It’s called deep connection! And God, yes, wouldn’t it be much easier if it was a pathology, a disease, one we could diagnose and solve because it’s scary and it comes without guarantees. But it isn’t.

It’s tragic, all of this. Tragic because it’s putting us on a trajectory to miss out on what’s actually meaningful. There’s no love without vulnerability. There’s no life without fear. And you will no doubt derail romance if you are too risk-averse. I’ve written elsewhere about how I think this fear of discomfort is in part why young people are putting off major life decisions like marriage and having children. What’s interesting to me about all these #childfree TikToks everyone likes to dunk on isn’t that people don’t want kids—I don’t think everyone should—it’s that they often don’t want them out of fear. Like that TikToker who created “The List”—a crowdsourced list of reasons not to have children that’s been seen by millions—which includes every possible risk from swollen ankles to rashes to bloating to muscle cramps. Really? We’re willing to miss out on the richest and most beautiful moments of being human—what actually makes life worth living—because it comes with risk?

I could put a caveat here and say of course, be cautious of these relationships, be wary in these situations, etc, etc, but I won’t. Because that’s all we ever hear. So I’ll just say stop being so cautious. Stop overanalysing it. Don’t sit inside dwelling on what could go wrong. Don’t psychoanalyse everything to the point you deaden something real. You’ve been duped into thinking you can create a life without danger, one liberated from constraints and uncomfortable emotions, and that such a life is desirable. But you can’t, and it’s not. If you connect with someone and it comes with the risk of losing something, good. You’re alive!

Otherwise what’s the alternative? Some soulless life of safety and consumption? Purging your own life of meaning because things might possibly go wrong? Sitting safely inside staring at screens, watching simulations of strangers live their lives? And staying anxious and alone and never seeing that as the ultimate risk? Never seeing that maybe the most dangerous life is one that demands nothing of you?

Screw that! Take a chance! Trust someone! Fall in love! Feel something! Build something meaningful and scary and try your best not to blow it up. Because looking at how many of us feel anxious, depressed, hopeless, nihilistic, fragile and alone, the last thing this generation needs is to take less risks. The last thing we need is another reason to kill off connection. What we need is to create lives for ourselves that threaten us with their terrifying potential for pain and rejection and hurt. Because that’s living. It’s scary; it really is. But we should risk it.

[criolla-star]

A Fiery Lovestory (Red Son x Mk part 5)

(i suggest you check out part 1-4 if you haven't already has a lot of information and sidenotes)

Red Son let out a sigh when Mk left and began looking around the apartment for things to do. He was curious and went into MKs' room it thankfully wasn't as messy as the rest of the place, he looked around the room because fuck privacy. Red Son stared at a photo frame it had all of MKs' friends in it, "Stupid noodle boy..." He mumbled to himself before deciding to go through MKs' clothing as far as he knew his clothes were probably dry but there was just something about MKs' clothes sure he wore it for one night but it was so comfy and warm and sure he can control fire but it was a different type of warm it made him....happy......

Red Son found a jumper it looked way bigger than MKs' other clothes totally as if the normal clothes weren't big on him but when he put it on it covered his knees, "Why does he even have clothes this big...?" the fire demon mumbled before hugging himself and purring you see he was a lot like a cat and it was a coincidence since they were also his favourite animal. There was something about cats their cute faces and soft fur that made them so lovable.

Letting out a sigh Red Son continued to search through the room and found a sketchbook, opening it there was beautiful scenery drawn the fire demon could draw but that's just because he was always sketching out templates for his inventions. He let out a sigh and put the book down before leaving the room with a fluffy blanket. Red Son sat on the couch and began making it comfortable, but while he was doing this someone unexpected appeared.

"RED SON! I"VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU" a voice called out before Macaque emerged from the shadow hearing the sudden shout caught Red Son off guard causing him to yelp, "Are you alright? You went to go work on something then just disappeared from thin air" Macaque added worriedly before grabbing Red Son by his shoulders and shaking him. "Whoa okay, geez calm down I'm fine" the fire demon chuckled out taking the shadow monkeys' hands off his shoulders. " Good, Now tell me why the fuck you're in your so called enemies apartment" Macaque hissed. Red Son let out a sigh, "Last night I went for a walk out and then it started raining, which I had no idea impacted my fire then I bumped into the noodle boy and he wouldn't let me go out in the rain" Red Son quickly explained, "Is that why you're wearing his clothes, because to me these things are dry~" Macaque teased while pointing towards his friends' clothing, Red Son lit up with blush, " Haha very funny maybe I'll listen to your opinion when you and Wukong stop fighting like a married couple" the fire demon said trying to defend his dignity. "H-Hey!" Macaque stuttered out.

"Did you lie to my parents for me...?" Red Son asked quickly changing the mood, "Hmm? Yea...told them I sent you somewhere so we could train" Macaque said relieving his friend of his worries. "Listen I can't leave now, noodle boy will freak if he finds out I'm not here when he comes back" Red Son said looking away from Macaque, "Alright kid, but you better be out by the end of the week" the shadow monkey responded, "Also you seem quite comfy in those clothes of his~" he added, causing Red Sons' face to light up again. "I have dignity and high standards I would never fall for a simple mortal!" Red Son said out embarrassingly, "but, his clothes are quite comfy..." he added whispering the last part but he clearly forgotten that he walking whispering around the Sixed-Eared Macaque so he was obviously heard and Macaque laughed out, "Anyways, I'll be seeing you later, go back to whatever you were doing" The shadow monkey said before retreating into the shadows.

Red Son let out a small giggle when Macaque left, "I don't like the noodle boy, I could never!" Red Son spoke aloud trying to convince himself. Red Son grabbed the TV remote before putting on a show and watching it while he was sitting there comfortably wrapped in blankets.

(With Mk)

"Hopefully, he hasn't done anything..." Mk thought to himself as he drove around, "He seems so innocent when he's embarrassed, he gets so easily flustered....his hair it's so soft and smells so good...-" Mk was cut out of his thoughts by a loud honking sound which caused him to jump it was a green light and he was just there daydreaming about Red Son. He instantly drove before he was honked at again, but after awhile it was his break time and he was tired. Mk sat in the truck eating some noodles until, he was absorbed in his thoughts again, "His voice, face, body and....personality......so perfect.." Mk said the last part aloud, "OOOoo, whatcha thinking about there bud, who's perfect?!" Wukong said as he appeared out of thin air. "HOLY SHIT MONKEY KING! Don't sneak up on me like that..!" Mk said as he almost had a heart attack, "Haha sorry bud, but I seriously wanna know who you're thinking about" Wukong laughed out before sitting next to Mk. "I-I don't know what you're talking about" Mk said out stubbornly looking away from Wukong, Mk was still in denial that he liked Red Son.

"Does Mei know about your little crush?" Wukong teased, there was an awkward silence between the two, "No..." Mk quietly replied, "Aww c'mon bud I won't judge you and plus I need to make sure she's good enough for you" Wukong said, " Who said it was a she?" Mk replied trying to get on Wukongs' even more, that sentence caught the great sage off guard he knew Mk had been a few relationships before and that he was bisexual but Mk always told him that it was sorta hard to find guys his type. "C'mon you can't tell me that and not tell me who it is" Wukong whined before shaking Mk, "Yes, I can...and would you look at that my break is over see ya" Mk said before staring the truck, Wukong let out a sigh of defeat before teleporting away.

Mk focused on the road, "I can't like him...what are the others gonna say..." Mk thought before digging his nails into the steering wheel.

[mushroomwillow]

Is it a fucking sign that

1. I was offered an at home job, signed the offer letter QUIT MY JOB FOR THIS JOB

2. GOT AN EMAIL FIVE (5) DAYS BEFORE THE START DATE THAT THEY CANCELED THE WHOLE FUCKING THING

like. Wtf do I do now? My bills are only mostly covered for the next month. We’re going to have to apply for snap. Stop by food banks. Which isn’t a problem, but also at the same time, bills are not something I can just fucking… not pay.

I keep getting told to:

do Postmates/food delivery. I have horrendous anxiety when driving. I’m sorry it’s nearly impossible for me to go to more than one place at a time especially if it’s somewhere I’ve never been before.

Donate blood/plasma. I have a friend who will go with me once she’s not sick anymore, sweet and awesome, but I’m anemic and idk if they’d allow that? Also the whole, I’m on a lot of meds thing.

Sell my art: how. It’s expensive to start. Even the “cheap” ways. I just /dont/ have extra money. Uploading to places doesn’t make enough to pay the bills I have. They take too much of a cut. And it fucking sucks.

—I’m not at a lack of ideas, I have people that want stuff I’ve made in a variety of mediums. I have templates, I have the art, a way to upload, but social media? Barely anything. A way to print myself? I have: a small stack of sticker paper, a printer I can borrow, and scissors. That’s it. I can’t afford to buy more.

— I do have someone who can do my taxes. That’s a big plus I will say that

—-I’ve been looking at a ton of places to get things printed for cheap yes, and I’ve found a few I’m looking into. iprintfromhome.com seems like a good option and they’ve got a really cool option to see their paper, quality, and a thing to check your work from digital to the print on those papers.

— starting a website I have been researching, it’s confusing and again dk many people and I have next to no social media presence

— suddenly yeah I have a ton of time but also: I have a lot of bills to pay. I’m a parent, I mutually own a house, I have a car, and I’m paying off a credit card. Shits expensive. There’s a lot of things I don’t have that I would need to start. There’s no guarantees for any of selling things I’ve made

Applying for places like crazy. I have been. I swear it’s non stop and takes up way too much of my day. Remote, in person, different shifts, different pay. Applying for things I’m “over qualified for” and “under qualified for “.

I’m chronically ill. I can’t do a lot of physical things. Im extremely limited. Something at home, my own pace but also on a schedule (thanks adhd!), but that pays enough to cover like, at least $1500 in bills a month. That would be ideal.

Idk it’s confusing wtf where do I go??