#mil talks

[chicorystreetcoffee]

finished knitting a whole pullover sweater, looked at the flaws and said, "now that i've done it once, i can do it better the second time around" and then i frogged the sweater all the way up to the collar.

i think. maybe if i look at the next four years as "i've done it once, i can do it better the second time around" maybe my heart wont sink any lower than it already has

[chicorystart]

the cats were being very cute and i wanted to take a picture but my camera was in portrait mode?

cat feet

[mildotpng]

Request for the Mario movie sequel to include Luigi talking to Bowser, where he is trapped in the cage ofc, they get to know and learn from each other, and then chuu and go on a date and be happy

[mangk0]

“Thanks but…you keep it.” “…oh.”

Brother was about to start ragnarok then and there HE TRIED HIS BEST OKAY😭😭😭😭

[ahollowgrave]

Tempest (noun):  1. A violent windstorm, frequently accompanied by rain, snow, or hail. 2. Furious agitation, commotion, or tumult; an uproar. A warrior of light and a scion The Pendants, the Crystarium

The storm squatting over the Crystarium does its best to make itself known. Rain lashes the window, wind whistles through the cracks of the frame, lightening presses its luminous face to the glass. Jealous and demanding. Desperate to be acknowledged. But you’re not watching the storm outside. You’re not even listening to it.

No, your eyes track the storm currently rampaging through your inn room. It wears the skin of a girl -- a girl you know very well. Prudence Dubois always paces when she’s truly agitated and now she’s walking corner to corner, back and forth, kicking things out of her way. She’s screamed and cussed and sworn violent, ugly oaths. She’s thrown the same chair from one side to the other, splintering it and now carries one of the legs to further emphasize her many points. She’s beautiful. Her freckled face is usually frozen in a frown of perpetual disappointment. Now it is twisted and red and spittle flies from her mouth as another string of curses leave it. Prudence rakes her shaking hands through her short hair. Sweat slicks it back. An improvement  over all, you decide, out of her eyes at the very least. 

Prudence wheels on you, suddenly, the dark of her eyes burning like coals. You become a target. All her anger and hurt and fear all shaped like you. You’ve never minded. She’s beautiful. Throughout this outburst you have sat quietly, hands folded neatly in your lap -- moving only to nod your agreement or voice some vague sound of sympathy. The catalyst remains a mystery to you. She was already storming when you arrived home and her words come in a flood; you’ve picked out the Exarch’s title and Emet’s name and decided you need not pry further. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the door crack, opening silently, and a white-haired head pokes itself in. Then a second. Two too-curious twins. You expected them earlier. You shake your head and as the door swings shut your shoulders release some of their tension. It all goes unnoticed by the stormcloud. Prudence will tire herself eventually. She will come to you, crawling on hands and knees, lay her head in your lap. She will not apologize. She will not acknowledge the outburst at all. And you will forgive her, threading your fingers through her hair, taking all of her unvoiced guilt and shame in your hands and swallowing it. And she will be beautiful.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

a short pencil animation I made inspired by @obsessive-ego’s “just go with it” part 2

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

[poseidonstaint]

guys i’m sorry i’m not done complaining about ifys move. someone commented on my last post trust the dm when he kills a character and yes! literally that! brennan wasn’t just going to leave them all in the movie cause barsimmeon is dead that wouldn’t make any sense HE HAD A PLAN!! they didn’t need barsimmeon. they would’ve found a different way to resurrect him IF THEY NEEDED TO but i don’t think they would have even needed too cause i don’t think barsimmeon even exists anymore??? brennan said dave exists as long as the bomb exists so the same would go for everyone right? the dog tags exploded which would mean that barsimmeon literally just doesn’t exist anymore and i’m sure he would’ve made ify (or another pc) king of the movie or whatever regardless of what ify did. someone else, maybe even dave, would’ve been the new king so they would still be able to get out😭i think it was a completely useless move and the more i think about it the more it makes me upset I JUST WANNA SEE LA FAMILIA ON DRUGS IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK

obviously not saying that they should just allow brennan to do exactly what he planned and not make any moves that’s not how the game works, but this one, this one was stupid, and i think ify should’ve just let brennan do his thing

[henessy]

yo cada vez que entro a una librería y se me ocurre preguntar por el precio de un libro

[starfire-s]

y’all apparently my ex husband is looking for a wife like my guy you need therapy not a wife 😭😭😭

[ourhees]

it’s my birthdayyy i’m 18 :0

[darksouls2yuri]

@sherbovania shrimp AND henry

[chicorystreetcoffee]

ok finally 2025 BINGO

the year of SPECIFIC goals babyyy, no more wondering whether or not something really counts

and i'm only a little bit worried

[chicorystreetcoffee]

i forgot to tell u there is an actual clear picture

the cats were being very cute and i wanted to take a picture but my camera was in portrait mode?

cat feet

[mangk0]

No bc you don’t understand the unparalleled EXCITEMENT I feel when I think I’ve stumbled upon an “open auditions for x character” video from Jay AND THEN IT CUTS TO HIM SAYING hello my friends :D AND ITS LIKE HOLY FUCK WE HAVE A VOICE. HOLY FUCK AUDITIONS ARE CLOSED WE HAVE A VOICE FOR X CHARACTER OH MY GOD

[twosides--samecoin]

survived (no)thanksgiving with in-laws so I can have a new video game. as a treat.

[inscrutable-shadow]

hello... it is pumpkin.... military au brainrot... cal having to help than when his comm breaks. i just think cal's kind of a problem in therapy and he should be able to be nice to than outside of it :]

hi @write-kin! sorry for the long wait haha but i finally had an idea for something i wanted to say with this (unfortunately thanatos is yet again an asshole but subtly this time because he wants cal to like him lol)

"Sorry about this," Thanatos said with a laugh. There wasn't really much else he could do other than hover awkwardly while Cal did his work. It wasn't Than's fault the communicator was always broken. He just had the jumpiest, most volatile clients in the entire army, apparently. Whether it was Miguel slamming the table to scare him, one of Vic's surges, or an ordinary bit of clumsiness equally his fault as Mariano's, he just couldn't seem to keep the only real piece of army-issued equipment he had intact for longer than two weeks. (The record was actually thirteen days. He kept a counter in the corner of his desk calendar.) It seemed like the only one who hadn't broken his comm was Rex, and that was because they still had his sessions behind safety glass.

"N-no, it's all right," Cal assured him, glasses pushed high on his nose and pointedly avoiding eye contact. "These models can be finicky, the casings are too big for the internal housing and the wiring likes to come loose. It's no wonder a little fall off the desk is enough to… to break it…" The kid's voice had gained steam throughout his explanation, but at the end he seemed to remember that he was talking to Thanatos, the ex-war mage who was also his therapist, and lost his nerve.

"Still, I hate to trouble you, Calamine. I'm sure you have better places to be than in my office fixing my comm for the hundredth time." He got to his feet to pour himself another coffee, mostly as an excuse to get his hands out of line of sight. They tended to, if only subconsciously, unsettle non-war mages. Particularly the weak one, his left, which he dropped into his pocket out of reflex. He was always wary of people on the wrong side of his desk.

Cal shook his head. "Really, it's fine! See, it's fixed." He gave the comm a little shake, which, to Than's surprise, didn't produce a rattling noise of any kind. "I c-can't get you a newer model, but… mounting it on the desk might help. You'll still be able to pick it up, it'll just be harder to knock over. I can also add some stuff to make it harder to EMP and, well, spill coffee into."

Thanatos laughed again, that disarming smile coming easily to his face. "I could certainly use that. Thank you, Calamine. I truly appreciate it."

The praise had the desired effect; the apprehension in Cal's eyes shifted to shock, tentative hope, then admiration, and Thanatos hid his satisfied smile in his coffee mug. Too easy. "Uh, sure! Is there somewhere you'd like the mounting to be?"

Than's desk was meticulously organized. "This is where it usually sits." He indicated a spot near the right side of the desk, past his fountain pen set, where he could easily reach it with his good hand. He sometimes had trouble holding on to things with the other, so he tried to avoid picking up anything with it he couldn't afford to drop.

"Oh, that's awfully close to the edge. Probably why it keeps falling off." The comms tech frowned and scanned Thanatos's belongings with a furrowed brow. "If I install it over here, it'll be more out of the way." He indicated an empty spot near the wall on the left side of the desk.

Thanatos's smile took on an air of chagrin. "No, thank you, Calamine, the right side is fine." That spot was empty for a reason, after all.

"Are you sure? On this side, I could wire the base in with the rest of the comms and give you a way to use it without—"

"Cal."

Cal looked up, to where Thanatos, as he frequently did, was holding his left arm across his body, where the hand would be out of the way. "Oh, your— I'm sorry—"

Than laughed again. "Don't worry about it. I'll make do without the extra wiring. You're doing enough for me already."

The kid was about as pale as a person could be at this point. "I-I'll just… see if I can get materials for that then… sorry again, doctor…"

"You're perfectly all right. Thanks, Cal. I look forward to the improvements." He watched Cal scuttle away with a sigh and a smile. Kid was going places. Just needed to lose the social anxiety.