#nice gams

[andy-clutterbuck]

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝟔/𝟐𝟗/𝟐𝟑) | 📸: 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐓𝐖𝐃𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

[heavenly-hashh]

Call me crazy but I’m fine with the baggy jeans w so many giant holes in them you can essentially see the whole leg

[551014]

Let's play World of warships together!

[nzlog]

I wanted to post chronologically but I now have roughly fifteen million backdated things to say about the last two weeks, so let’s get non-chronological baby ! with any luck this space will be a soup of both contemporary and expired updates stewed together.

here’s how nicely my bruised & completely ruined legs are comin’ along after i surfed very badly and without a wetsuit (different issues) on Hermosa Beach CA last Saturday. the husband said it’s like watching a galaxy form 🌌

[mizanurrahman222]

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[phillypeel]

12.07.22, Arch & N. 10th Streets, 8:11 am

nice gams

[beetlehoven]

found family is good, but found father & son is even better!!!!!!!!!!

(bonus points if the father figure is a hopeless alcoholic 🩷)

[florscn]

qjaiden is dead :(! i’ve never felt so sad i wish she was able to see everything after purgatory but i think this is the most meaningful way for her to go tbh. qjaiden the first to die on the server to an explosion and her story ends with a nuclear explosion. i can’t help but think about tape 2 of qroier’s lore and the scene of him visiting bobby’s fields searching for the comfort of qjaiden without knowing his best friend, his platonic partner, was dead due to the nuke. and he’ll never know of course cause he’s a rat right now :(

[septembersghost]

my queue was supposed to run out tonight (11/19) - i'm nothing if not someone who clings to dates and anniversaries, and exactly a month ago, i realized i had enough posts stowed in it to last until today. of all the days. kismet. you know when it's time to go. but i ended up adding some posts from my (still copious) drafts, and no matter how i finagled it, it was impossible to make them all fit by the time today ended. so it gets a little bit of extra time. maybe, in honor of this blog's existence, that's fitting.

you all know this, i've said it, typically in gratitude, many times already. this blog was never meant to last. i came back in november 2020 expecting a couple of months, maybe to be here until the new year. i told very few people, anticipating the goodbye, not wanting to cause anyone undue anguish when i had to vanish again. something i didn't expect was the sheer (admittedly devasting) emotion that would tie itself to those two weeks when i started interacting again, nor that it would have any outreach or impact, but somehow it did. then time kept spinning on, extending itself, gossamer threads unfurling each day. my following kept growing, far beyond what i could have anticipated, greater than i'd ever established on any of my previous blogs. moving around is unfortunately a pattern at this point, every time for reasons that felt quietly catastrophic. not being able to pay bills for a while. angel's death and the ensuing difficult circumstances. so here, i kept anxiously imagining why i'd eventually have to leave, how to plan for it. poverty issues. the homelessness we were facing through the entirety of a couple of years until last august (and my dad having to be the saving grace). worsening health issues. i never knew, i couldn't predict it, i just worried about it. often tried to brace for it. maybe i got too comfortable this year, because this was when i started to think it wouldn't happen, that i really could stay. little did i know. and the reasons...are not reasons i ever fathomed, why would i have? how could i have? i wish it weren't so. (i wish a lot of things.)

i thought sometimes about the words i would leave you with, none of which are suitable now. i almost wrote nothing, yet found that feeling wrong, couldn't leave without something about parting.

thus it turns out i'm leaving before it's strictly necessary, before it's the fear of personal catastrophe coming to fruition, not knowing what i'll do or where i'll metaphorically go, as that is the downside of chronic illness and isolation narrowing this to my sole outlet. (lyrics keep running through my mind, there are always lyrics stuck in my head. no matter where i go, there'll be memories that tug at my sleeve, but there will also be more to question, yet more to believe...teach me to be more adaptive...help me say goodbye). my body is in such a fragile state right now (my mind not far behind) that maybe what i need to do is rest. just rest for a while.

this blog was never meant to grow the way it did, to take asks and have conversations like i did, that was a somewhat new (sometimes scary! often fun) experience for me. it's one that will never be replicated. to my loyal and lovely anons, i'm so sorry that i had to cut you off unexpectedly and couldn't reinstate communication - i know that you weren't able to reach out to me as soon as i did that, and that certainly wasn't your fault, it was a response to the tenor of this website. i apologize for the hundreds of messages i never had the chance to answer. i'm appreciative of the things you shared with me and all the times we got to talk.

i sincerely hope some of you learn to be kinder and wiser and less reactionary and more willing to learn and to listen rather than to attack those who have never wronged you and who do not deserve that. i'm being too nice, but i hope you learn that misusing your supposed social justice to do harm and foment hatred and stew in ignorant cruelty makes any principles you purport to have utterly void. my hope for that is low at the moment, but it's still got to be there. waiting to be found.

to those of you who have never been anything but kind, you are true treasures, the lights in the darkness, the loving and compassionate embodiment of human spirit. some of you have (quite literally) helped keep my mom and me alive, and i can never repay that or do enough in this life to quantify it. some of you have been here for me every single day, to listen and laugh and cry and understand. i don't think i would've bothered to fight through these past three years had i not had your presences in my life. i wouldn't have had as much of a reason. there are times when i still haven't felt like i had a reason, i struggle through so many varied griefs, but then i continued to wake up, and would come on here and find something joyful or beautiful or affirming that someone had sent or posted, and it gave me an anchor. there are passions and interests i shared or discovered here that were so uplifting and enlightening, and i will carry them in my heart always. being here to find those was such a blessing. being here with you to indulge in them was such a blessing. thank you. i pray your continued paths have more of that ahead. look at all the things you've done for me. there are certain things that once you have no time can wear away.

you know that line from the wizard of oz?: hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable. maybe that isn't true, maybe our hearts being broken is proof of something. there are people who hurt me on such a profound level who i know weren't affected by it at all, but i refuse to define my sensitivity as a negative. my softness (too soft for all of it, indeed) does not quite provide me with a weapon, but it doesn't crumple. hearts can be broken repeatedly and still beat, which i've thought about a lot lately. shattered souls just make a new mosaic. it's a different picture than it was before, but the color and light persists. and in the remains of that, a handful of people have shown me depths of caring and resilience that i wouldn't have gotten to hold onto otherwise, which is an extraordinary thing. the precious rarities have to mean something more, don't they? i would think so. i believe it. or i'm trying. i keep trying with all my might.

maybe i stayed too long at the fair. maybe this is a consequence of overplaying my hand, gambling a little too much with time to where it had to teach me something. maybe i needed the reminder that sometimes we have to fight to retain our spirits, and other times we have to retreat. maybe i needed a reminder that all that extra time was a miracle. i don't take it for granted.

whether we've spoken directly, be that consistently or in scattered flurries, whether we've interacted in very personal ways or simply in liked hearts on the dash, i hope there was goodness and light in it. i hope there's a memory i leave here that's sweet. (as long as i'm borrowing phrases, i hope you'll think of me fondly sometimes.) i hope there was something warm and enriching here. i hope you know what you've been and meant to me. i said so many times that this blog was my cozy haunted house - the ghosts will linger here forever, and i know they'll never mind if you want to step in and visit.

with all my heart, i love so many of you so dearly. i am so lucky to have your friendships. please move gently through life. please hold onto the things that illuminate it for you, and provide that where you can. please do your best to repair even the smallest of tears in the world. you are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.

there must be lights burning brighter somewhere.

something yet remains. i remain. and i do my best to be brave.

[stellaluna33]

17th and 18th century clothing is great because it's like... Yeah! Let's have the MEN wear heels to emphasize their shapely calves for once!

[andy-clutterbuck]

Years - The Ones Who Live - 1x01

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 308

Adjective: Kind

Noun: Crow

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Kind: having or showing a friendly, generous, and considerate nature; used in a polite request; (of a consumer product) gentle on (a part of the body); (archaic) affectionate or loving

Crow: a large bird with mostly glossy black plumage, a heavy bill, and a raucous voice; (derogatory) a woman, especially an old or ugly one; the constellation Corvus; the cry of a rooster; a sound made by a person expressing triumph or happiness; a member of a North American people inhabiting eastern Montana; the Siouan language of the Crow

[lys-jeorge]

The LCS and LEC team which most impressed me both lost... but they looked actually interesting and competant while doing it

[diamondnokouzai]

one fun thing abt mid-late spanish theatre is that they had sort of a kink for tomboys/crossdressing

[deadheaddaisy]

Oh yeah, this would rock!

[StarTrek:ENT] [TuckerReed]

Skant Uniform

Here’s Star Trek ENT TuckerReed skant uniform as I have promised!

Oh yes, I finally got it done!

Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, this artwork took me 15hrs, most of the time spent on redrawing their poses… Their poses is actually plain as you can see, but I guess being plain doesn’t mean it’ll be easy to be accomplished, or maybe it was just me overthinking…😩 And I also struggled with “drawing more details but not make it too realistic”… It’s really hard to meet the balance, I’m still experimenting😵‍💫

Back to the skant topic, It’s obviously that Trip’s and Malcolm’s boots are quite different, bcs security crews need extra protection. Their skirts are a little different too, Malcolm’s has slits with elastic fabric on both side, bcs his duty needs him to run or fight, it’s important that his skirt stays flexible. Trip’s uniform is a standard one with no slit on skirt’s sides!

[flashbic]

Yo-kai Watch 3 really put their equivalent of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon as an entire sidequest within the main game uh???