#so that idea is shelved...... for now
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Bug Race!!!! 🪲🐞🏁
I made a bug racetrack out of my living room..... the jockeys are praying mantises, and their steeds are flying beetles. this video is just the short version - I'll make another showing off the full track (and finish line!!) soon 👀
#figmin xr#video#3d art#bugs#praying mantis#vr#virtual reality#ar#augmented reality#alright i don't have the time to think of more tags#but i RLY wanted to share this even if i don't have the time for a full video of it yet because i loved working on it#and playing in it ehehehe#i wish my place was bigger so i had the room to invite my friends over and make a multiplayer bug race#the original plan was to record me and my bf racing against each other with our two bugs#but we quickly realized we would just crash into everything and explode LOL#so that idea is shelved...... for now
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There's absolutely nothing worse than when I get a thousand words into a story and decide that I low key hate it
#i don't really hate it#it's just like. what is the point?#i'm just not super enthusiastic about where it's going and none of the other options for where i could go with it are very interesting#and it's supposed to be about hera. HERA#if i'm writing something about captain hera syndulla the myth the legend herself the greatest pilot in the galaxy etc.#then it's got to be GOOD#hmm. i. might be shelving this fic idea for the time being#in theory it's decent in practice it isn't what i want#so there's that#HECK this is annoying#okay let's stay calm#i'll set this idea aside#work on something else in the time being#and then come back to what i'm writing for hera in spectre week after that#easy. possibly#WHY AM I INCAPABLE OF COMING UP WITH GOOD FIC IDEAS ANYMORE#i swear i've had all my good ideas#which i hate with a fiery passion#i hate the fact that it feels like i'm out of fun ideas#i don't want that to be true! i want to be still capable of coming up with fic concepts!#but the brain is not braining right now#it's super frustrating#*deep deep sigh*#i shall survive#just had to rant a bit
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Nothing's Wrong With Dale - Part Seven and a Half*
It’s been a week, but you’re fairly certain your fiancé accidentally got himself replaced by an eldritch being from the Depths. Deciding that he’s certainly not worse than your original fiancé, you endeavor to keep the engagement and his new non-human state to yourself.
However, this might prove harder than you originally thought.
Fantasy, arranged marriage, malemonsterxfemalereader, M/F
*Please note this is a bonus/missing scene
[Part One][Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven] Part Seven.5 [Part Eight] [Part Nine][Part Ten] [Part Eleven] [Part Twelve] [Part Thirteen] [Part Fourteen] [Part Fifteen] [Part Sixteen] [Part Seventeen] [Part Eighteen] [Part Nineteen] [Part Twenty] [Part Twenty-One] [Part Twenty-Two] [Part Twenty-Three] [Part Twenty-Four] [Part Twenty-Five] [Part Twenty-Six] [Part Twenty-Seven] [Part Twenty-Eight] [Part Twenty-Nine] [Part Thirty] [Part Thirty-One] [Part Thirty-Two] [Part Thirty-Three] [Part Thirty-Four]
You hold still as the tailoress and her assistants draw their measuring tapes around you.
After selecting your fabrics, the vendors needed to take down those displays to make way for various accessories and embellishments they also hope will be purchased. Some of the drapers sold those as well, but some independent milliners had also been invited to display their wares.
While that change was happening, both you and Dale had been whisked off to let the clothing-makers take new measurements, in your case, or updated measurements, in Dale’s. Grandmother went with Dale, saying she needed to ensure they knew that Dale would be recovering from the dip in weight caused by illness and she’d not have them forget take that into account, leaving you to manage on your own.
Your maid helps you out of your current dress, a light green one, and into the undergarments which you expect to be wed in. The chemise is a gift from your sister, with beautiful maroon ribbon throughout it, finer than any other such garment you usually wear. Then came a pair of white stays and your newer underskirts—corded to give your skirt the right amount of fullness for the current fashion trend.
The tailoress is efficient as she takes your measurements, keeping up a steady stream of chatter to her apprentice and letting you know ahead of time how she wanted you to move or if she was going to reposition you herself.
The curtains around this area make it easy to forget that on the other side of the room, Dale is also in some state of undress, but the thought is never far from your mind for whatever reason. You don't know why such a thought won’t leave your be–they certainly never bothered you before, either with regards to Dale or regarding other students at your school.
Instead, you try to distract yourself with the fashion plates Grandmother passed to you before she went with Dale. For all you are sure Dale shall choose a very fine suit pattern, the truth is there is less variety to men’s suits these days. He is likely to choose some fine embellishments and you’re sure his waistcoat will have high quality and elaborate embroidery, but the actual cut of the suit is unlikely to be a difficult decision.
Even for your own dress, the primary decision with the fabric chosen is the neckline, sleeves, and waistline. Even your options are not hugely disparate. Despite the tailoress working around you, with your maid’s help, you are able to study each plate and rank your top choices for Dale and Grandmother’s approval with relative ease. Between the efficiency of the tailoring process and the quiet, you are able to recenter yourself from how overwhelmed you had abruptly felt earlier and rejoin the Northridges’ in a more settled mindset.
You spot Dale, who has already finished with his fitting, inspecting some boots. When you join him, you frown in confusion at them–not sure what they have to do with wedding clothing accessories. Dale must read the confusion on your face as he says, “There is a fashion in the capital to have new boots fashioned for a wedding, in addition to the other clothing. Can you not tell these are specifically designed wedding boots?”
You stifle a smile behind a carefully raised hand, now able to tell when Dale is having fun. Beyond the fact that the shelf of boots, while of high quality leather, are indistinguishable from normal boots to your eyes, his eyes twinkle as he smiles down at you. His playful mood is infectious. “Of course, my Lord. How could they be anything but for such a specific and important occasion? Nothing like ordinary, everyday boots at all.”
“Alas, I do believe this will not be a fashion trend my Grandmother will entertain as anything more than an admirable attempt of the cobblers to wring some additional coin from our wallets.” He holds out his arm for you to take. “I must turn away from this display before I grow heartsick over what I cannot have.”
You barely resist the urge to shake your head at his dramatic playacting, but take his free arm without hesitation. “And what shall you distract yourself with instead?”
“Aside from my lovely bride’s presence?” You duck your head, not able to even look at him at such a tease–the original Dale would never say such a thing unless ironically, but it did not seem so with this Dale. But was there another meaning? Why did he express such sentiments? To flatter you? To what end? “Surely there are other decorations here which can catch our interest. Does any table in particular stand out to you?”
You scan the room, noting many milliners have quite different displays. Were they all told to focus on one accessory? Evidently not all, so you head for the table with the greatest variety of accessories. Everything from parasols to lace trimmings to bonnets are arranged for your viewing. You examine a shawl, wondering if, given the weather, one was necessary or if perhaps you should be reviewing the parasols instead. It would not due to be burned from the sun on such an auspicious day.
Dale wanders over to the table next to this one as something catches his attention while you continue to slowly circle the original table. While fashion these days requires many accessories, people varied in what they purchased new for a wedding. Many only polished up what they had or wore their best, the older or richer the noble family, the more was bespoke for the occasion. Northridge was not particularly wealthy, but they were an old house.
The cost for a wedding was also something that varied, often unspoken to those not involved unless one family wanted to show off their wealth or culture. Your parents had been very clear about the finances of your betrothal. You had a larger dowry than was typical for a youngest daughter of little distinction–nominally in the interest of seeing you well settled. Unofficially it was to see you settled quickly, with minimal digging into your past health issues.
Your mother had implied that they would see you dressed well, but no more than what was appropriate. That your dowry was already more than generous. You thought there had been a compliment mixed in with these instructions, when Mother said you were not one for frivolous adornment as it was and so should not find it hard to resist. Mostly having to be judicious with your wedding clothes had seemed like another thing you could not have. She had said if the Northridges’ wished for anything more well-to-do, they could cover the cost or take it from your dowry themselves.
So you knew precisely how much you had to contribute to your wedding clothing and it was for the dress alone, with perhaps one new accessory. You think through your clothing in your mind, trying to determine what you have that will do and therefore what item you should purchase to cover what you lacked.
“What do you think?” Dale has walked back over to show you some lace cuffs that are very finely worked. They might be the most expensive lace cuffs you’ve seen. Well, aside from your schoolmate’s, heir-apparent to the Jasika duchy, who loved lace above all else, including her considerable allowance. You resist your immediate response regarding how much they must cost and focus on their appearance alone.
“They are exquisite,” you say truthfully as you let him usher you over to the lace table he has been perusing. “They will go well with your suit.”
“I think so as well. Which do you think will go best with your dress?” Dale sets aside his own lace to look over the gauzier style usually attached to the ends of gown sleeves. “How long were you anticipating the sleeves to be?”
You blink. “Pardon? I was not going to. Not on my dress. Truly, I do not need the extra embellishment.”
Dale pouts. “But it is our wedding. If that is not the occasion for embellishment, what is?”
You struggle to find the right words to say that, as your dowry would go directly to Dale at the wedding itself, you did not control how it was spent, with only enough for the dress alone at the moment. The Northridges had acquiesced to that deal with no counters. That had been Grandmother and Grandfather, not Dale–did he not know that you could not afford such adornment?
“With the silk brocade for my fabric, I do not believe I require additional decorations,” you settle on, hoping he will understand.
He does not, frowning.
“What is that, dear?” Grandmother has rejoined the two of you. “Are you not preferential to lace? It is of the highest quality and locally produced. I had hoped you would consent to wearing a collar mantle of it as well, to match. I have seen that you prefer plainer dress–which speaks well to your modesty and sensibility. However, I should think this was an instance where such restraint was not required.”
Her words echo Dale’s own from earlier and you find yourself similarly unable to form an intelligent response. “Oh, no-that’s not it at all. I, I simply…” You wring your hands together as you try to find the words. How do one remind someone else they hold one’s pursestrings?
“Is this about the manner in which your parents divided your dowry?” Grandmother leans in close to say, “That is of no consequence. I assure you there is no better use for one’s dowry than on the wedding.”
Grandmother’s voice drops even lower, so none of the vendors can hear, “Pay no mind to the cost our enterprising entrepreneurs have listed. I will not have them overcharge us, however, a wedding is known to be a veritable catalyst to the local businesses and we intend for this one to be so as well.” She leans away and says in a clearer voice, “Indulge an old woman in spoiling her grandchild and his bride, will you not?”
Grandmother pulls away completely before you can respond, turning back to the table. “Some lace fringe for your sleeve caps would be lovely. Unless you wished for full length sleeves?”
“I,” you start to say before giving a slight shake of your head, trying to rally your thoughts. “No, as it will only be further into summer by the wedding. I had believed capped, shorter sleeves would be best.”
“As I anticipated,” Grandmother says, triumphant. “These are all suitable, which do you prefer?” She has selected four specific lace trims. You're still trying to catch up to the idea that Grandmother wishes to have you so fully outfitted for the wedding. In the end, you realize you’re waiting for Dale’s protest–that he would not want to waste your dowry that will be his on such trinkets for you.
Instead, he’s bent over the trims before he looks up at you. “I like the first and third, but of course the choice is yours, my Lady.”
You look down at the fine lace. Truthfully they are all very pretty and you have no preference. Reaching out, you pick up the first with one hand and the third in the other. Grandmother leans closer to see the details more clearly. She taps your left hand.
You nod. “Yes, I believe the third would be lovely with the brocade.”
“Wonderful,” Grandmother says, putting them over with Dale’s chosen cuffs. “Now, I am aware it is no longer an aspect of high society to wear gloves, but I am afraid I shall have to insist for the wedding.” Grandmother strokes her own light blue gloves.
Dale doesn’t appear to mind, merely walking over to the other side of the table to inspect the gloves available. When you start to follow, Grandmother steers you over to another table. “Missus Glass is where I purchase my own gloves and they are the superior ladies choice, I assure you. The softest and most comfortable by far.”
When you lean down to take a closer look at the options, Grandmother tuts, “It is not enough to look at these, you must try them on. Go on, dear. You shall be the one wearing them.”
She waits patiently, sharing stories about her other children’s weddings as you try on a variety of gloves for her benefit, eventually settling on a light cotton pair of gloves. After receiving Grandmother’s approval, with only minimal tutting at the open weave before she admits they were more than acceptable for summer, she goes over to where Dale was examining some canes.
You find yourself heading back over to the dress forms of Dale’s parents' clothing. Dale was to use his father’s handkerchief, but you are supposed to figure out some way to augment your own outfit with something from them as well. The obvious choice is some part of Dale’s mother’s silver, but that’s also the most delicate and well constructed part of the outfit. Anything you might take seems like a black mark against the way it is now, the whole it has managed to remain these years.
You slowly circle the form, trying to see how it is specifically put together and what seems the most easily removed without damage. You wonder what your parents might send in response to the letter you promised Grandmother you’d write. While aiding in your sister’s wedding, you heard all manner of comment about how weddings had changed, but your mother had never said anything about what became of her actual dress. Most likely she will provide jewelry of some sort, you think and so do not touch the jewelry on a pedestal nearby.
Perhaps…you move closer to inspect the round hat and its connected veil. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dale walk over to join you, obviously in a far better mood from these days as opposed to yesterday's endless discussion.
“I was thinking that perhaps your mother’s veil would be the best way to incorporate some of her clothing into mine,” you say, gesturing to it pinned to the mannequin’s neck.
“A good idea,” Dale agrees, already reaching out to unfasten it. “The silver will go very well with your hair.”
You blush at the compliment, barely resisting the urge to reach a hand up and make sure he’s seeing the same plain hair on your head as you see. “The rest of the dress is so finely put together, I fear any other alteration could never live up to it.”
Dale nods absently as he takes the hat and veil from the form’s head. He turns you to a nearby mirror with confident hands on your shoulders. More quickly than you expect, he slips behind you to arrange the hat and veil onto your head. You freeze, not wanting to damage such an artifact. You feel Dale delicately arrange the veil and your hair, adjusting some braids so it sits better on your head.
“What a lovely idea,” Grandmother coos before she leans closer for a more critical look. “I don’t believe the hat suits you though—and it's not the fashion anymore.” You agree, it makes your hair an odd shape and the black would not go with your dress. “We shall have that piece detached from the silver train. The decrease in length shouldn’t be a problem since you’re shorter than Qiana as it is.”
“Are you certain? I wouldn’t want to damage it.” Remaking these items is what Grandmother spoke of, but it's such fine, delicate work.
“Nonsense, it is meant to be worn–not kept in a crate somewhere in the dark. Dale,” she asks imperiously, “fetch one of those little caps so we can see how the veil would look with it. We shall ensure your bride is the finest in years.”
You stare at your reflection, which thankfully does not look as bewildered as you feel. Everything is coming together so quickly and easily, it's as surprising as it is rather wonderful.
Dale smiles to you in the mirror and goes to do as he is bid.
[Part Eight]
#my writing#story: nothing's wrong with dale#nothing's wrong with dale#dale#story part#terato#exophilia#osha compliant#male monster#monster x reader#monster romance#monster boyfriend#arranged marriage#slow burn#this reflects more what my original plan for part seven was before i latched onto the idea of the parents outfits and incorporating that in#it got to long and wasnt finished#and then part 8 was finished#so it just got shelved for later#but now is later#so not a new new chapter but sitll a new chapter#mostly jsut kidna cute#hope you enjoy this bonus/missing scene!
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it would be fun to make a hagfish in slime design and other sentences said by normal people
#IT WOULD. IT WOULD THOUGH. i could do a partially clear gradient for the slime cloud.... don't u want a little hagfish on ur laptop.#brainstorming ideas for things people might actually want to fucking buy. possibly might have to shelve that one for now.#it would be so awesome though....#txt
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WHISTLES Heyheyhey Heyhey might do 6 fanarts challenge. Hand over your beloved character things por favor
#not saying I’ll do it NOW (which I might who knows)#but this is likely gonna be shelved for when I’m out of ideas or have art block#so this would help out a lot ! no pressure of course though
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considering doing a bentonite clay wall set up in the terrarium. its abt 14 inches tall so there will be a Bit of a concern over moisture balancing (enough that the clay wont dry out. not so much that the plants drown) but ive got the stuff for a real well draining soil on the way + LECA to act as a drainage layer. do still like the idea of a jewel orchid or two acting as the Central piece but auughhh idk what else to pair w them
#the nursery has an absolutely gorgeous stock of variegated ficus repens right now which do well in a terrarium type environment. cushion--#--moss would be very cute but if i want to make a kokedama later on a sheet moss would be better. could propagate + then use That for it#do like the idea of having a couple 'shelves' of silicone-d rocks on the back wall breaking thru the moss but then idk if the springtails--#--would be able to get up there to eat dying plant matter ?? ive seen some REAL wild set ups w water + verticality that never seem to--#--worry abt their cleanup crew drowning or w/e so it Might be fine. idk !
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Thanks for the cute ship hcs so far btw (T▽T) I always enjoy how people can find different kinds and types of love with the characters. Makes me so happy. Makes my heart all mushy 💕
#neil talky#this is actually the part of ship culture I enjoy#the very idea of finding love when there might not have been any is always so#kind I guess#soft#seeing the world through people who found love#I used to snub romance stories cause it was so typical (well honestly sometimes they ARE)#especially in more heteronormative spaces yfeel?#its like they’re kinda…pushing an agenda ig?? Thats my personal thought tho dont make it gospel#that its all about building a family your role is this and that#the heternormative romances I was exposed to was mostly like that#it was never about…just the love yknow? There was always an add on#Fandom shipping culture is a flamey mess but when it’s good#It’s GOOD#ANYWAY ESSAY OVER (or shelved for now :3c) THANKS FOR THE FLUFF!!!#MWAH MWAH CHUP CHUP 😘
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🙏 🙏 🙏 for the wip game :-)
for the lead up to this snippet... see this ask and this ask. enjoy (or don't) these raw unedited sentences:
If Evan asked Tommy to do anything, he would without hesitation – all because of that face – and he briefly wonders how many others have been where he is standing. He moves a hand to rest on the back of Evan’s neck, fingertips playing with the still damp ends of his hair. “Mmm…” He leans in, catching Evan’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently before diving in for a proper kiss, reveling in the way Evan melts against him and parts his lips invitingly. Tommy presses his tongue inside, sliding against the back of Evan’s teeth, before reluctantly pulling away. Evan swallows. His hands trailing up and down Tommy’s sides, seemingly unable to pick just one spot to hold onto. “Are you going to show me?” He whispers, whining low in his throat. Yeah, that’s a face and voice Tommy would do anything for.
#writing tag#listen what they don't tell you before you come up with the idea to write body worship#is that if you personally hate body worship then it's infinitely harder to write asdfghjklkjhgfd#anyway thanks to the people who asked for sentences b/c I'm much further along in this fic than I was before#now I can shelve this fic temporarily and go back to my baseball au asdfghjklkjhgfd#also like I'm ehhhhhhhhh about most of what I've written so far but like! I can edit later!#I can also start over! what's important is that I did indeed get words on paper
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Some results of my earlier adventures with natural dyes. These are dyed with blue elderberry; I had read how red and black elderberry are not very light- or colorfast, but I dyed these two or three months ago and they are doing well! Could be chance, but maybe blue elderberry is more colorfast?
I want to try changing the PH in the future for more colors. These are alum mordanted wool embroidery thread, one is undyed the other is white. In the first photo, the fibers that were originally white are on the top, undyed on the bottom, and the one weirdo off to the side was white and went in late when I decided there was more room in the jar.
No heat added to the dye bath to keep the colors brighter. I prepared it by crushing the berries, adding just enough water to cover the plant matter, leaving them overnight, crushing again and straining out the plant matter, then left the mordanted fibers in for three days; very simple. Washed thoroughly, dried in the window lol.
The white fibers became a sort of soft raspberry color, the undyed became a sort of rose gold. The weirdo is a sort of Pepto Bismal color? To be poetic
#gonna use these in an embroidery project as a gift#was originally going to be a pansy as an homage to the Pansy Project#considering a watermelon now#changing the ph as I am thinking of it sould being more blue out for a purple#maybe even a pale lilac??? possibly#i really want to work with an iron mordant though#I’ve done a sage dye too#will be doing a yellow onion skin dye and i should do that soon since I want to let it fade to the more permanent yellow before I use#i did get some indigo………..#i am scared of it#it will be beautiful but is it good enough for a dye i BOUGHT?#the foraged ones are not as scary#except the lichen dye baths I have preparing because that’s months of waiting#i have several jars of lichen in an ammonia solution sitting around in my apartment like i think that is not a good idea#However i will not stop i just want to get some shelves to put them away on and THEN they can be AESTHETIC SPECIMINS#and not Danger Fluids I have to let breathe every few days so it can form MAYBE a fun color if I am lucky#Oh i need to let my lichen breathe when I get home from work#wait not a solution that isn’t the word#my masters isnt in chemistry so#natural dye#fibers
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OH YEAH I DID ART
Month 6, day 3, did days 1 and 2 of @adorkastock's Draw Everything June challenge!
Not me making up characters on the spot, no, I would never, it's not like character design is my truest love or anything :P Neither of them have names, but Day 1 uses he/him pronouns and Day 2 uses she/her pronouns and made the kitty cat patch for her pocket herself :3
#draweverythingjune2023#the great artscapade of 2023#art#my art#character design#art challenge#I might refine and finalize Day 1 I like his look#Day 2 needs more work and a more coherent idea of what I want her to be#but these are just sketches they're not meant to be perfect :P#fun fact unrelated to the challenge:#I've taken so many pictures in Forspoken this week that my PlayStation app keeps crashing if I scroll back to where I left off saving them#I managed to FINALLY get it to agree with me but it only works on my phone? XD#I should really just get a flash drive and move the screenshots to that then upload them to a computer#but my roommate STILL hasn't done the arcane computer shit to the Mac Pro he got me lol#to be fair he's been busy with work and volunteering and finals#and now that finals are over his volunteer ppl are like HEY BOBBI'S ROOMMATE CAN YOU COME FIX ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS?!?!?#YOU'RE REALLY BAD AT SAYING NO AND WE LIKE TO EXPLOIT YOU BECAUSE THE REST OF THIS VOLUNTEER ORGANIZATION IS JUST IN IT TO LOOK COOL#...I'm not bitter on his behalf lol what nooo what are you talking about? :P#............I just realized I did a goof designing those shelves Day 1 is leaning on#oh well I can fix that later if I do decide to clean him up XD
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Touch and Stay
Excerpt: “You… How do I say this without it sounding weird? You just… touch her a lot, like you forget the meaning of personal space when she’s here.”
He starts to object, then he sees her. His first instinct is to pull her to his side, so she can listen to how ridiculous Heiji is being. For once, he doesn’t immediately act on his impulses. He pauses as he sees her stop and talk to one of the officers on duty, recognizing the distance between them, that’s when he realizes. Maybe he does have a problem keeping his hands to himself when she is involved.
Posted on ao3 <3
#CoAi#shinshi#redamancy series#touch and stay#in which I couldn’t sleep and had a very specific idea so I decided to write#and guess what this isn’t even what I was trying to write#my original idea was way softer but it will have to be shelved for another day#I know I still owe love letters I’m sorry. I’m not in the right headspace to comment or reply right now
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everything sucks so hard rn idk
#mischa isnt eating again all while screaming because shes hungry and pulling every single piece of plastic out of my shelves#all my bags straps and backpacks have saliva stains from her#she will jump into shelves and pull out dvds to lick#and there's no other food i can try#my paycheck lacks 500 euro because i was sick and im still 200 euro in the red after getting my paycheck today#and tomorrow is the tooth surgery and ive been trying to call my dentist because he only applied for 2 of 3 teeth#at my insurance#and these 2 will be over 1k already after my insurance will pay their part#at least the sedation isnt as strong as i thought so i can go home by myself and dont have to rely on any unreliable people#after my mom accused me of making mischa have diarrhea on purpose because the food company changed the recipe and i gave her 1 bag#she hasnt talked to me and im definitely not going to be the one to start a conversation with her because im usually better off without her#so its nice that i dont have to ask her for her assistance tomorrow#just gonna do everything alone like usual#also work is so UUUGGGHHHHH and sucks so hard all my coworkers ignore what i say and just go to other people behind my back to do my job#im stress eating so much all my favorite clothes dont fit anymore and i hate looking in the mirror#i wanna go swimming but i just dont have the energy i just wanna curl up and dont have a body#also i have a comic idea written down for several months now and i wanna finish it for mothers day but i feel so discouraged#wehh#im also so stressed i clawed so much at my face its full of bloody spots i look so bad#every morning my neighbors i dont even share a wall with turn on their super broken washingmachine at 7 am#and it sounds so broken and its so loud it sounds like someone is drilling a hole into the wall for 40 -120 ?>#mins#i haven't been able to sleep properly for like a month#when i go into work everyone is just like oof you dont look good#thanks i know
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I got a bunch of Jancy Polaroids along a bulletin board in my room. Except for the season 4 set. Cause I ran out of tape. I bought more tape, but in that time, that piece became a bookmark. So now it is marking my place in book 23 of The Odyssey. Why do I do this?
#i just grab the most random shit to use as bookmarks#lo gifted me actual bookmarks but only two#one is marking my place in Emma which i need to go back and finish one day#and i have no idea which of my books has the other#i still havent unpacked my books since moving#we've had so much trouble here we already know we are moving again in october so now I'm like what is the point?#so i have a handful of books (mainly ones bought or gifted to me since moving) sitting on a tiny bookshelf#and the rest are still packed away#hopefully actual shelves will be bought after we move#hopefully#faith talks
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Just wanted to share that I'm working on a secret quartet multichap fic 😊👉👈
#sach blabbers#secret quartet#its been a million years but i wanted to write a randy focus fic with the boys#but then it was a lot of planning and while i was planning it i got another idea#so im doing that one and the first one is shelved for now#but its randy and jake focused#based off some 9gn story lore tho ofc#im excited about it#itll be short maybe 5 or so chapters#chapter 1 is 1.5k so not too bad#i plan to finish writing it before uploading so theres not another WIP SQ fic floating around ^^“#i already have one LOL
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i was worried my mom would find it weird that i wanted to buy DVDs in 2023 but not only did she help me out but she also bought me a new portable DVD player. neat
#rambles#not jojo related#personal#we have DVD players laying around but they are quite old and mom didn't know where they were lol#i remember having a portable DVD player when i was little. i think i got in trouble for trying to put rocks in it#i really do like DVDs and we have quite a few of them still in our shelves but my parents have streaming services now so we don't use them#i have always been sort of repulsed by the idea of using streaming services for watching anything though#i really do not like the idea of all media not being ownable and instead being on streaming services that can delete media when it wants#of course i definitely DON'T just pirate things most of the time (totally definitely not)#anyway in this particular instance i got DVDs of invader zim (shocker)#particularly because the IZ DVDs have special commentary from the showrunners and voice actors#the commentary isn't available on anything else and i could only find some of them on youtube and on internet archive#so the DVDs i will get... i need to listen to that commentary god damn it#i looked into the DVDs and not only do they have commentary but also episode animatics and even an option for IRKEN subtitles??#i didn't even know irkens had a whole developed language tbh...#DVDs can be so cool with the artwork and custom screens and special features... so much cooler than streaming services really
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work stuff + floor time
#gangs bay#drew like 98% of this last night. didnt get to finish til now#i really like the idea that like. it's a tall guy and a short guy#so the tall guy (shipwreck) stocks the high shelves and the short one (sharky) covers the bottom shelves#unfortunately when sharky has to get on the ground for any reason it's hard to get back up lmao#idk whether i have adhd or autism or both so. i just interchange em
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