#so that'll have to wait until Christmas lol

[myriahkamm]

Omg, it's done.

I knitted a poncho for my brother-in-law for Christmas. First time doing a design in another color like this (other than a little practice square I did a while back).

It's not the best, but I hope he likes it anyway. (It's probably a little long, and the design could be higher. My math was off, apparently. 😅)

He's a big fan of Bloodborne, so...yeah.

[beardedmrbean]

Hey I been talking about the handling of black characters a lot

A huge issues modern writers including black ones have mentality of middle schoolers

You know those who have extreme tribalism and lack of empathy?

Seriously the older I get the more I’m astounded by the how significantly older black people who are activists act like immature children

Also this when it comes to black characters https://x.com/badlicksink/status/1768356135877169448?s=46

Oh let me use Forspoken as example

“So we are going to make a brand new ip where the mc is a young black woman!”

“Okay”

“And it going to use Final Fantasy 15 engine”

“That good, so who the Mc?”

“Her name is Freya Holland”

“Oh she must be biracial-“

“Nope she actually the daughter of another world powerful magical user call a Titania[which is painfully obvious] and a guy from New York!”

“Okay i understand that Harry Potter though more Paris of Troy if we are being honest. Popularize the idea of a heir to an another land being raised somewhere else for multiple reasons. “

“Now there was this plague that affected freya mother and the other Titanias. But before that she travelled to nyc and fell in love with an earth human and got impregnated. She left her daughter in New York in order to protect her!”

“Well she must have been given to her father as it would explain why this non white character have such a Nordic name-“

“Nope she was left on that place named holland nyc!”

“Her mother couldn’t give her to her father…wait…was she a foster care child?”

“Yes and she have a rap sheet of stealing but she did that to survive!”

“So we have a bastard heir of a powerful warrior with a deadbeat dad, that grow up in foster care and stole a lot. Are you sure a confused boomer didn’t write this?”

“Nope we had consultants from black gamer girlz group to help us out!”

HOW IN THE NINE FUCKING HELLS DID ASSASSIN CREED DURING THE FINAL YEARS OF 360/PS3 MADE MORE COMPELLING BLACK CHARACTERS THAN A PS5 EXCLUSIVE GAME THAT IS USING FF15 ENGINE?!

Side note, black people been in the Jrpg side for years. But I’m late as I did have a Xbox and due to hardships I could play a lot of Jrpgs until I can afford them as a adult

Actually I had black teen dad Jrpg idea I made snippets of it so you can get a feel to what I’m going with.

Also this large but activists…you invested and favoring black fictional characters doesn’t mean you have real life empathy toward black peoples

See how the left said how racist HP bank goblins were vs their opinion on Israelis

Hey I been talking about the handling of black characters a lot A huge issues modern writers including black ones have mentality of middle schoolers You know those who have extreme tribalism and lack of empathy?

Professional activist be like that, they need a fight and in the absence of one they'll find the most flimsy excuse possible to do that, looking deep into a issue or even worse at actual workable solutions for whatever it is is secondary.

Same with the people that would rather just be seen to be doing the right thing.

That'll get you accused of using a trope, though oddly the other won't because reasons.

“Her name is Freya Holland” “Oh she must be biracial-“ “Nope she actually the daughter of another world powerful magical user call a Titania[which is painfully obvious] and a guy from New York!”

That's a whole lot of european names, lol

HOW IN THE NINE FUCKING HELLS DID ASSASSIN CREED DURING THE FINAL YEARS OF 360/PS3 MADE MORE COMPELLING BLACK CHARACTERS THAN A PS5 EXCLUSIVE GAME THAT IS USING FF15 ENGINE?!

There was less concern of people losing their shit over any perceived slight.

Early South Park Christmas episode hit on why all of the efforts to make sure your product was entirely non offensive are stupid and will just be boring in the end, oddly long before all of this crap started.

Side note, black people been in the Jrpg side for years. But I’m late as I did have a Xbox and due to hardships I could play a lot of Jrpgs until I can afford them as a adult

I really wonder how closely the companies look at their sales demographics, probably get the bulk of their data from twitter and such.

I'd never seen that as something that surprised people though, DBZ and ATLA as well as several others are things that cross all demographics in fandom, figured they'd think the same about jrpg's.

Also this large but activists…you invested and favoring black fictional characters doesn’t mean you have real life empathy toward black peoples See how the left said how racist HP bank goblins were vs their opinion on Israelis

That's fairly common when you ask people to put their money where their mouth is, that and they didn't actually care about Antisemitism then even, just a cudgel to beat JK Rowling over the head with, because I'm sure she was deeply involved in the overall design and production of that game.

Not like the gaming company can just purchase the licensing rights and make a game without any real involvement from the author or anything like that.

Slacktivism doesn't actually require you to care about the alleged victims, just have to hate someone involved in the whatever it is you're protesting.

Number of times I saw the term "blood libel" misused was obscene.

[heartsunholy-a]

Mak? Reminding me how much I love the characters from U.ntil D.awn despite never playing it myself? yes

[hematomes]

CED MY DARLING IT IS I SOUP AND IT HAS BEEN MILLENIA SINCE I LAST EVEN FELT THE WAY YOUR NAME TASTES ON MY LIPS BUT ALAS SHOULD WE FOCUS ON ONE THING IT SHOULD BE THE FACT THAT WE BOTH ARE ALIVE ON THIS LONELY WINTER NIGHT

*takes breath* *clears throat* uh. hi<3 it's probably only been like a week since my last ask, but it truly does feel like an eternity. unfortunately i haven't gotten to play genshin at all, and tbh i might quit soon bc last time my laptop was struggling so hard i barely even managed to get through commissions. I'm planning to buy a new one,,, but that'll have to wait until summer at least.

what that means, is i don't know what to talk about, since i haven't been keeping up with genshin at all, and i haven't done anything interesting either. and if i was to talk about my life lately, i'd just end up complaining.

right! over Christmas break i wrote at least like 5 emails to my future self, since i rediscovered that website for it (futureme). i hope future me will have the patience to go through all those pretentious blocks of drunk-ish writing. it's a really cathartic thing to do though, both the reading and writing. i recommend it lol

sigh. anyways. here's a poem excerpt I've been reciting in my head, except i don't remember what the original poem was:

the woods are lovely, dark and deep

but i have promises to keep

and miles to go before i sleep

and miles to go before i sleep.

goodnight sweets<3

inhales

soup my love my baby my angel where have you been

wait wdym a week it literally felt like at least 2 im confused I MISSED YOU

oof yeah i see can you try on mobile? or if you need someone to farm primos for you/pull on banners don't hesitate either <3 EITHER WAY im rly happy to hear from you, and you're free to complain/rant obviously /gen

OOOH omg that's such a good idea, i think im gonna try and bully myself into studying for this semester's exams lmao and also to take a few appointments ive been postponing like a coward

how did you sleep you sweet little thing? <3

[hipboneregression]

tw: back on my ed bs

excuse me while i compulsively blog about my stupid and fucking relentless ED since i'm at work again and have access to a desktop computer, so i can just rant rant rant all day long instead of helping my clients like i should be

i didn't get out of bed & start "working" until noon today. i'm thoroughly depressed and my anxiety has been killing me. but at least i can recognize that there's no reason why i shouldn't be depressed or struggling right now (not that things like depression and anxiety ever need an external justification).

since october i've lost 3 people close to me or my partner - one to suicide, one unexpectedly died due to cancer, and my grandfather passed the week of christmas. my uncle was arrested for creeping on my cousins (no fucking joke) and is ripping that side of the family apart. my BIL relapsed his sobriety in a super triggering and embarassing way at a friend's party (it was HORRIBLE). and i've been struggling with infertility on top of all of that.

this last one probably sounds fucking insane, but my partner and i have been trying to have a baby since 2020. also, keep in mind, i'm a fucking old - i'm 30 years old, i own a house, i have a six figure job, i'm married, like on paper i'm a fully functional adult and no one knows i'm struggling with my ED like this atm (being a fat fuck does have its advantages, i guess). we've had no luck bc my partner has bum sperm, and i've recently found out that i have a massive polyp in my uterus that i'll have to get surgically removed, and probably also some endo on my left fallopian tube, but that'll be confirmed later.

i honestly think my struggle with infertility is what actually laid the foundation for this current relapse, especially once i began seeing an infertility specialist who seemed to give literally zero fucks that i have an extensive ED history. that doctor triggered the fuck out of me. in a way, the lapse feels justified because i do need to be at a "healthy"/"normal" weight/BMI to have a healthy pregnancy and because polyps are caused, in part, by fucking obesity. i fully plan on immediately stopping all destructive behaviors if i do ever manage to get pregnant, and practice harm reduction with strict calorie counting and portion control, but i'm taking advantage of our current situation (my surgery won't be until march, the earliest) to lose as much weight as possible. i feel horrible, but i can't wait to hear her say "good job!" when she sees my weight again.

so i'm really back on my bullshit right now, especially since the holidays are over, and everyone has COVID. i am hunkering down this month with my stupid OMAD and my stupid bone broth and my stupid peloton and i'm going to fully send it. i'm determined to hit a "normal"/"healthy" BMI by the end of the summer. I know i can do it if i just fucking stick to the program.

i feel so detached and numb from everything that's happened and i'm avoiding anything to trigger the stupid flood of emotions that i know is hiding inside of me. i don't want to feel the weight of everything that's happened, because it's too much, for literally anyone. so i'm coping the best way i know how, and that's with my ED.

what's really interesting to me is that i've seemed to fully switch EDs. i'm not engaging in any real purging behavior and i haven't binged once... (knock on wood lol). i'm not using exercise as a purging behavior and i've only taken lax once. i'm just fasting and restricting like no one's business. it's almost like restricting is so much easier. when i had exercise bullimia i was so sore and tired all the time and fucking miserable. i felt like i couldn't help but binge after my work outs for the day. with restriction, it's just a matter of not fucking eating. and *surprise* but if you don't exercise 2-3 hours a day, you don't feel like a starving fucking animal all the time. i'm fat enough rn for my body to literally just live off of my reserves with little to no issues. i hate how fucking easy this is, how effective it is, the high that i get from both being hungry and seeing the scale move down consistently for the first time in years. i feel like i've cracked some sort of cheat code.

fucking hate this shit.

xxx

[orange-waterfalls]

I Won't Miss You Much

Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@just-bts-trash-00 ty for the prompt

A/N: the title is a lie from our very own adventurer. Illinois being a lonely boy and getting a taste of his own medicine I guess. He leaves for adventures for weeks on end and just goes "haha y/n will be fine" yeah it's not so GOOD IS IT, ILLY? sorry I'm tired. Uuuuuuh comedy??? And fluff??? I took a jab at Hallmark movies at one point lol. Rated T for cursing. I didn't intend for the end to be suggestive but I think that's what happened. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.8k

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Illinois drove back home, smiling from ear to ear. He'd just found an entire chest of treasure. Gold, silver, jewels, you name it. He'd give a lot of it to museums, like always, but even with what he'd have left, he wouldn't have to adventure for a month! A month to spend time with you. That sounded lovely.

He'd been going on a lot of adventures recently, so you two didn't see each other much. He was pretty okay with it, but he knew how much you wanted to spend time with him. This was a great opportunity. He didn't call to tell you he was coming home. He wanted to surprise you.

He pulled into the driveway, turning the car off and walking up to the door. He knocked 7 times in a rhythmic pattern. He heard a bit of shuffling from inside before you opened the door a crack. Upon seeing your boyfriend, your eyes widened and you threw the door open.

"Illinois?" You asked, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"This is my house?" He laughed. You pulled him into a hug and he backed you into the house, closing the door with his foot.

"I thought you'd be gone until tomorrow…" you said and pulled out of the hug.

"I wanted to come home early," he shrugged. "Besides, I don't have to adventure for a month." You blinked at him.

"A… a month?" You repeated with less enthusiasm.

"Yeah! So we can spend a lot of time together, just like you want."

"Oh…"

"What's wrong? Were you planning on breaking up with me?" He chuckled. He looked behind you, seeing a suitcase on the couch. He looked back at you and frowned. "Please don't break up with me…"

"Oh! Oh, no, no, no! That's not what that's for!" You reassured. "I just…"

"What?"

"I'm… going on a business trip…"

"Business trip? To where?"

"Uh… Brazil…"

"Brazil?"

"Yeah…" you said apologetically. "A client hired me to take photos… in Brazil… I'm sorry…"

"It's alright," Illinois sighed. "We can have quality time after you get back."

"I'm gonna be gone for a month…"

"What? Why?"

"They want me to take pictures of everything. Families, animals, there's a parade that'll happen… I have to be there." You checked your phone. "And I my flight leaves soon, so I have to go now." You walked over to the couch and grabbed your suitcase, then back up to Illinois.

"Alright." He nodded. You gently kissed him, and pulled away all too soon for his liking.

"I love you! Goodbye!" You said as you walked past him to your car.

"Love you too…" he answered. You put your suitcase in the trunk and got into the driver's seat. You waved goodbye to Illinois as you pulled out of the driveway and headed to the airport.

Illinois stood at the doorway for a minute. So, he couldn't spend time with you. That was fine! You were a fantastic photographer, he couldn't blame people for wanting to hire you all the way from Brazil. He'd miss you a bit, but he'd be fine. I mean, you spent days, even weeks on end without him. He'd be completely fine.

--

Illinois was completely not fine. It had been three days since you left and he already felt like dying. How the hell did you last without him? More importantly, how was he supposed to survive without you?

The first day was probably the best one. He slept on the couch because of how tired he was. When he woke up in the morning, he went through the basics. He took a shower, washed his face, changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, and ate breakfast. He usually woke up before you, so he knew how to cook for himself. He was pretty awake when he got up, so he didn't make any coffee. He just made some of your chamomile tea. It was really good, he didn't know why he didn't try it before. He went through the rest of a pretty boring day. He watch TV, read a book, made lunch, watched some more TV, went through all of his trophies from adventures, made dinner, then fell asleep.

The second was a bit more chaotic. He was more tired that day than the first day, but he made tea instead of coffee again. He remembered you had told him that a brownie recipe you knew went very well with the tea, so he tried to make it. You were out of eggs, so he went to the store to buy some. Once he did, he got started on the brownies.

Now when I say he set the kitchen on fire, this dumbass set the kitchen on fucking fire.

He had made the batter and put it into a pan, and then into the oven. He decided to watch TV while he waited on the brownies. He landed on a Hallmark Christmas romance movie. That was a bad idea, because he fell asleep almost instantly.

He awoke to the smell of smoke and the alarm frantically beeping. He jumped up and ran into the kitchen. He swung the oven open and threw the extremely burnt baking onto the floor. He grabbed a nearby towel and waved at the air until the alarm stopped He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, noticing he was sweating.

"Well, that's unfortunate," he sighed. He looked at the time. 10:24. There was still time for brunch.

He decided to make an omelette for himself.

He made the omelette for the most part, and let it sit on the stove for a minute. He wanted to make sure it was just right. he walked over to the couch and sat down, deciding to rest his eyes for a minute. The brownie incident was very stressful. Yet again, instead of just sitting there, he fell asleep.

For the second time this same damn day, Illinois woke up to the smell of smoke and the fire alarm beeping like mad. this time, he didn't jump up because he didn't think it'd be that bad. he slowly walked into the kitchen and almost screamed when he saw that his omelet was currently on fire. He panicked, not knowing what to do, because you two had an electric stove. What was he supposed to do? Throw some water on it? He looked around for a moment before seeing the towel he had to use to wave the smoke away. He grabbed it and threw it on top of the piece of breakfast, patting it to make sure it died. After about a minute, he gently lifted the towel. The fire was out. He sighed and, again, waved the smoke from the smoke alarm to get it to stop beeping. Illinois quit trying to make breakfast and just took some of your cereal. He honestly thought that that was going to catch on fire as well, so he stayed a little bit away from it at all times. Once he finished his cereal and his tea, he went back to the couch and just collapsed. he decided that another quick nap was in order, given the chaos that happened that day.

The rest of the day was pretty calm. He watched TV, went to the store to buy some other food, made lunch, watched some more TV, read a book and got takeout for dinner because he didn't feel like cooking again.

The third day was the one where he finally started to feel the effects of you not being there. It was a Wednesday. You always woke up early on Wednesday. He wasn't sure why, and neither were you. But you always woke up at the same time as him and made breakfast. He always made the coffee before hand so you can be more awake. And that's exactly what he did. He woke up, went through the motions, went into the kitchen, and made coffee. He got two mugs from the pantry and set them down on opposite sides of the table. When eating breakfast, you two always sat across from each other so you could talk. Illinois poured coffee into both of the cups and sat down. He stared across from his seat at the table for a moment, seeing the empty chair, and realizing that you were, in fact, not here.

And then he broke down.

He missed you. Oh, God, he missed you so much. How long were you supposed to be going? A month? And how long have you been gone? 3 days? He wouldn't make it. He couldn't make it. He started to pace around the kitchen.

"Ok… ok… you're ok…" he told himself. "You've been away from them for a longer amount of time, you can handle a month."

But the thing about Illinois being away from you for long, long, long amounts of time was that he had something to do. He'd be on an adventure. He'd be in some temple ruins, or a cave, or something of the sort running for his life. But this time, you were the one with the job, and he had absolutely nothing to do. Illinois didn't have many friends, mostly because he adventured so much. He was honestly pretty surprised when you agreed to date him. Now he realized why you wanted to spend more time together.

Okay. Okay. This was fine. He just had to find something to do… What did normal people do when they were bored?

He went to the museum. It was pretty interesting, and they were doing a lecture on treasures that he had donated there. He figured that could be pretty fun. He soon found that trying to correct to the tour guide on every single thing he was saying was not the best thing to do, because he got kicked out.

The next day, he went to the zoo. He informs people on the different types of spiders and bats and bugs that lived in caves. Heated ventured for so long that he figured it would be smart to learn the kind of animals he'd come into contact with when he went somewhere. Everyone was very interested in it, until he decided to take a tarantula out of its enclosure. Again, he got kicked out.

Third time's a charm. The next day, he went to the park. He sat on a bench and read a book and watched the kids play on the playground. One kid walked up to him and asked him if he was in an adventurer.

"Why, yes I am," he said smugly, "do you want to be one when you grow up?"

"No, you just remind me of Indiana Jones," the child answered. Illinois' hand squeezed the book in anger.

"Well, could Indiana Jones do this?" He asked while unsheathing his gun. He shot a nearby tree a few times to make a smiley face. He smirked at the kid.

"Probably," they shrugged and walked away from him. He snarled.

"Fuckin' kids…" he mumbled. A parent had apparently called the police on him, because he ended up in jail. They told him he had a phone call, so he called Mark.

"Hey, Mark! So, uh… I'm in jail," he said, trying to keep his cool, "I need you to come get me…"

"Dammit!" Mark cursed.

"What's wrong?"

"I bet Wilford that you would get arrested a week after Y/N left." He explained. "He bet 4-5 business days…"

"Ha! Told you!" Illinois heard another voice from Mark's end of the line.

"Oh, shut up!" Mark yelled. "Listen, uh… I'll get there soon as I can. Bye." He said and hung up. Illinois sighed and slumped on a bench.

This was gonna be a long month…

--

Illinois had the most boring month of his entire fucking life. For the first half of it, he sat in his living room, watching romcoms and almost crying because he wanted to be lovey-dovey with you. Why should these assholes get to be together? They were cheating on the one girl's boyfriend! She can have two spouses, but he can't be with his one?

For the second half, Illinois stopped being such a pissy little fuck and actually did things. He learned how to play the guitar, he finished three books, and he painted a picture from a Bob Ross video.

It was awful.

He was so completely bored without you. He hadn't realized how much you'd improved his life up to that point. You two had figured out how to video call halfway through the month, but you were almost always busy or asleep when he was ready. It was horrible.

But now, it was over.

You got back today.

And Illinois was fucking elated.

He jumped into his car and went through three red lights to get there, not to mention he was going 50mph in a 40mph zone. This man was going to die before he was late. He didn't even give a shit he was 5 hours early, he was gonna fucking wait for you at the airport. He brought a blanket and snacks, he'd be fine.

He took a nap after an hour, and woke up three hours after that. For the next two hours, he looked at pictures of you and thought about what he'd do with you when you got back. Finally, the time came when your plane was supposed to land. He knew it'd be a bit after that, but he stuffed his blanket and leftover snacks in his backpack and ran up to where you were supposed to enter the airport. He didn't have a sign, which he probably should have, but he'd find you soon enough. He looked through the crowd of people exiting the plane. All he saw were old rich people and young rich people. He looked across the herd of people, searching for any hint of your suitcase. You had gotten annoyed with the fact that you kept mistaking yours for other people's, so he bought you a neon rainbow suitcase. That didn't seem to be very useful at this point in time. He felt a buzz on his thigh. Groaning, he checked his phone. It was a text from Mark.

Hey! It said, Is Y/N home yet?

Illinois growled.

That's what I'm looking for.

Tell me when you see them

Sure thing. Illinois shoved the phone back into his pants, continuing his search. He suddenly saw a flash of color out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his head to the side.

There you were, trudging your suitcase along the floor. Your hair was all over the place, you were dragging your feet, and even from where he was, he saw the bags under your eyes. You were a hot mess.

In his eyes, you were an angel on Earth.

He wanted to be patient and keep up his suave persona. He noticed himself bouncing in his spot a bit, a smile forming on his lips. If he waited any longer, he swore to God he was going to explode. He eventually decided it wasn't worth it, and dashing over to you.

You were so tired. You were so, so very tired. The people who hired you were so nice, but they never fucking slept. Anytime they did something, they wanted you to take a picture of it. Mostly because they'd just gotten married, and you could respect their enthusiasm, but holy shit. Not to mention the PARADE. You got no rest. None. You couldn't wait to get home and just relax with your boyfriend…

Speaking of which, wasn't he supposed to pick you up?

You saw something coming towards you in your peripheral vision and turned, only to see said boyfriend sprinting at you. You opened your mouth to scream, but the wind was knocked out of you by Illinois pulling you into the tightest hug you've ever experienced and you simply wheezed.

"Oh my God, I missed you so much," he nearly cried, "do not ever do that to me again, please…" in response, you coughed. He realized you were having trouble inhaling and loosed his grip. He didn't let go.

"I missed you too…" you wheezed. He stood holding you for a second. A couple of girls giggled as they walked past you two. You flushed.

"Illinois, you're embarrassing me…" you whined.

"Oh?" He asked, the smirk audible in his voice. He pulled out of the hug and crashed his lips against yours. You basically collapsed into it and he had to hold you up against his body. He pulled away after a minute. You sighed.

"Can we go home now?" You pleaded.

"Of course, darlin'! We gotta spend some time together!" He answered. You let out a soft whimper.

Looks like you weren't getting your rest anytime soon.

my phone's at 5% lololol.

[canaryatlaw]

okay, well today was a pretty good birthday, though I do feel quite old now lol. I woke up at 11:15 and we got ready, then headed out. had to pick up a package at the ups store they'd been holding that we were hoping was a canvas print of our favorite GP999 contestant (very long story as to how that came to be) and it was, so I was happy about that. we then made a quick stop at mcdonalds because I wanted an oreo mcflurry (because birthday) then began our journey to the suburb that has the "high tech" mini-golf place that we tried to go to in like, january, but they were booked. It's all indoors and the balls have like trackers in them that keep track of how many strokes it takes you to get the ball in the hole lol. we arrived there a little earlier than our reservation, so we walked around the barnes and noble for a little bit before heading over. we got registered and everything and then started. it was pretty crowded, so it was a bit of standing around and waiting for the people ahead of us to finish, but it was overall pretty fun, even though I am rather objectively not the best at golf lol it was still enjoyable. roommate ended up beating me, which I fully expected being that she has like a whole golf centered family and like played varsity golf, her brother plays college golf, and her parents literally live at a golf course...there was one great moment though when she managed to hit the ball completely out of the setup for that hole, which was pretty hilarious. when we finished we got some food because they had a whole dining section. we ended up getting some poutine that came with bacon, which we asked for it without since roommate keeps kosher, but they first brought it out to us with bacon anyway, so we had to send that back and they then gave us a free dessert as a result haha so that was nice of them, the poutine was enjoyable and then we got some beignets for dessert. we were initially going to go to the cheesecake factory later on in the day, but we were pretty full at that point, so we decided to table that until tomorrow. we walked around the outdoor for a while, despite it being rather cold out lol. from there we found a party city because I wanted a funny gift for the white elephant we're doing at our make up small group christmas party this week. I ended up with a child's chewbacca mask that's all kinds of hilarious, so I'm pretty satisfied with that. from there we found a target nearby because roommate needed coffee and I needed boots because the ones I was wearing were rapidly deteriorating (the heels were broken on both of them) and hurting my feet, so I was able to find a pair on clearance that'll work fine for the next few weeks until it's warm enough out to just wear sneakers and flats for work. the target was next to an indoor mall set up, so we wandered around there for a bit and got some bubble tea before heading home. I had my gift from my mom waiting for me when we got back, which was a cool book about mister rogers that had a bunch of info and pictures about the show, so that was cool. we had a pretty normal night from there, kpop videos and such while I did my thing. Roommate went to bed, and a bit afterwards I showered and got ready for bed, and now I'm here and quite tired, and I need to get up in the morning for church/babies, so I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight friends. Love you lots.