#street address

[renee-writer]

August Prompts Day 31 Street Address

It doesn’t matter if it is on

Main Street

High Street

Or

Across town

We know it is going to be

Spectacular

For He is preparing it for us

One day soon

He will carry us home

Our new street address

Will be forever

Better yet

It will be eternally with Him.

[vampiricallyxspeaking]

Brick Pavers Front Yard in Detroit

Inspiration for a mid-sized modern full sun front yard brick landscaping.

[criminalizegolf]

any printer born after 2007 can't print... all they know is bluetooth , hide they usb port, tray feed error, be out of magenta , eat paper & tell HP my social security number

[jessicas-pi]

For the au ask game! Sabezra in a *flips through my au ideas list* private detectives au

so. yeah. this. this is egregiously late. But it's HERE! At long last!

....to be entirely honest I don't even know what this is. it's sabezra. they're private detectives. let's just leave it at that.

---

"Ezra, what are you doing?"

Her partner in preventing crime (and occasional partner in actual crime---they may or may not have broken into a house once; no one could prove anything) had stopped in the middle of the grim alleyway, staring at nothing in particular.

"Sabine..." he said slowly. "I think this is where I met you."

Sabine did a double-take, looking around with keen eyes. The place didn't seem familiar, but she'd been so distracted on that day, she probably wouldn't know it if she was there.

"Is it?" she asked, strolling back to him, hiking up her long skirt and stepping cautiously around the filth on the ground. "You think so?"

"Mm-hm." A nostalgic smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. "You know, I've still got the handkerchief you gave me."

Sabine grinned at him. "Of course you do. You were in the throes of violent yearning. You couldn't bear to part with it."

"And my nose was still bleeding."

"That too."

"And if you recall, I did try to give it back to you---later." His smile grew proud. "Tracked you down with just your monogram and a glimpse at your face. First bit of detecting I ever did."

Sabine slipped her arm through his, hopping lightly over something that could have been a filthy rag or maybe the carcass of a large rat, as they continued on their trek towards home. The streets cleared up when they got to the main roads, but there was still the inevitable splash of mud.

Mud was everywhere in London.

"I thought you might have been a princess when I saw you on the stairs then," he blurted out, and she tilted her head up to look at him from beneath the brim of her large flowered hat. He gave her a sweetly bashful smile and a shrug. "With those big white puffs in your hair---"

"Ostrich feathers," she filled in automatically, turning her attention back to the pavement and nodding politely to a gentleman and lady who passed by them.

"---and that white dress, too." Ezra laughed to himself. "Golly, you're lucky you kept it. Your old lady wasn't gonna give you a nickel for another one."

Sabine squeezed his arm affectionately. "I could have worn any dress."

"Well, no one would have thought it was a proper wedding if we hadn't got you in white."

"No one thought it was a proper wedding when we did," she retorted. "They thought I was degrading myself."

"Then the joke is on them, because I hit the big time pretty well, didn't I?"

Sabine arched an eyebrow. "You wouldn't have amounted to anything if I hadn't got us into the illustrated papers."

Ezra paused on the pavement as they reached the steps of their lodgings, looking thoughtful.

"You're right. I wouldn't have."

"Then it seems you're lucky you've got me."

He looked right into her eyes and grinned boyishly, slipping into his most intolerably trans-Atlantic accent. "We do make a pretty bang-up team, don't we?"

"A jolly good one," she nodded in prim agreement, adopting an obnoxiously posh tone, and they both giggled, smiling at each other for a moment more before a distant clock chimed the quarter of the hour, reminding them that they were on a schedule.

"Well, I suppose we had best go on in. Our client will be here any minute now."

"I guess so."

And with that, the unstoppable team of Bridger and Bridger ascended the steps of their home at 221b Spectre Street, arm-in-arm.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

I want to love and support postal service workers during this stressful time. And I do. However it's hard when they do some things

[mr-president]

shoutouts to hayao for placing 4th at EVO in third strike using hugo, bottom-low tier character, and giving the world some of the best pop offs in the goddamn world

what a fucking king

[viric-dreams]

1812: A sailor takes a routine trip to London, unaware that this would be the last time he'd ever see Flanders. Many lasts were soon to follow.

1861: A boy proudly joins on with the Royal Navy, signing his new name for the very first time. This is a first of many ill-advised decisions.

I can lie and say that the last ES has me thinking about what my characters looked like back on the surface, but it's actually because of a WIP sent to me by an artist I will not name.

[vintagepromotions]

General Post Office poster reminding the public to write addresses correctly and to use the correct district number (now called postcode), featuring an illustration of Old Compton Street in Soho, London (c. 1960). Artwork by Peter Edwards.

[archeolatry]

Always nice to mark more folks safe in these conditions.

[sand-stinger]

you've got mail!

don't worry about reading it, pearl has you covered :)

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

do you have any sweet Steven headcanon??

I have many MANY Steven headcanons.

Steven likes to read out loud to Layla. Stories or news articles or just little things he finds interesting. He always reads with great emphasis. He gives characters unique voices and reads with emotion.

Marc pretends to think it's stupid but secretly loves it. Jake is always quietly listening in the back and Steven thinks maybe Jake is annoyed by it, but when he stops, Jake is always the first to tell him to keep going.

This comes from Steven's love of sharing his interests (info dumping to an extreme). He could be explaining how tape is made and it would sound like the most interesting thing in the world.

Another one? Steven has no idea why stray animals follow him around. Dogs and cats and even crows will leave him trinkets or yell at him if he rushes past without saying hello.

He eventually figures out that Marc has been petting the dogs and Jake has been feeding the crows. The cats just come to them naturally. Steven addresses all animals as if he were talking to a proper lady or gent. "Well hello my fine feathered friend. You're looking very preened today." Or "Ah yes, Mr. Fluff. What a lovely tail you have there. Bet all the lady cats are lining up for a chat with you, huh?" "Oh what a brave little barker you are. Got something more to say? Oh yeah? Tell me all about it. What a good barker you are."

[isfjmel-phleg]

Next up on This Day Is Weird And It Isn't Even Nine O'Clock yet: I ordered a book from Ebay back in November and got a refund because of complicated issues with the seller never actually sending it. This morning I get an email saying that the book is out for delivery and will arrive today. The tracking indicates that it was sent earlier this week, from a completely different state than the one in which the label was created back in November.

I got my money back for this item. The seller is no longer registered on Ebay, so I can't contact them. We'll see when the package actually arrives--will it actually contain the book? will there be an explanatory note or something? But yeah, this is going to be interesting to navigate.

[door]

just had to submit a ticket to IT (new email filter hates one specific listserv SO much but instead of just dumping all the messages in spam it is putting each individual one in "quarantine" which i must then go into and "release." one by one. daily.) and had to write the word "november" and just dropped the whole middle of the word. yes hello my email last functioned in a non-irritating way on nober 20th. pleas hlp.

[mr-president]

Are the 3s people (YunYang Elena etc) teenagers?? Sorry I just notice you call them kiddos and teens a lot. I always thought they were like in the 19-21 age range??

great question! in the original sf3, they are teenagers, around the 15-18 age range. i only have “canon” proof (in air quotes bc capcom loves ignoring its own canon) for the kids introduced in new generation but according to a sf3 developer q&a:

https://x.com/Scotia834/status/175999102270745419

elena is 17

sean is also 17

ibuki is in high school

and there’s no canon age for twins, but they’re presumably around the same age based on presentation. they’re literally designed to be “cool kid skaters.” i’ve generally seen them being called 16 or 17, but they’re younger than alex (maybe, it’s complicated there’s this magazine that says he’s 17 in sfv which…what the actual fuck no he isn’t that’s a grownass man i refuse to believe this piece of information)

most of the confusion come from the fact that sf4 rebooted the entire series, so you’re gonna get the tallest 12 and 13 year olds you’ve ever seen in your goddamn life.

so because of the retcon, i could totally see it being the case that “uh actually they were 15/16 in sf4 so now they’re 19/20 in sf3” because god knows they didn’t think of shit before putting twins and elena in that game. especially since, in sf6 they’d be nearing their 30s, and if their last appearance in the timeline was as teenagers, it’d be an even bigger jump.

so really, the current canon could be whatever, though i’m leaning towards very early 20s at the latest.

also, i just have a habit of calling characters i like kiddos because i develop extremely strong maternal instincts for any character i like

[ino]

"nobody cares that canada post is on strike" no you just don't care or care to know about rural and northern communities who's only access to mail is through canada post and take packages being delivered to your doorstep by FedEx for granted

[liebelesbe]

my mom found some old postcards that are now almost 100 years old... unfortunately we can't read them bc every letter just looks like squiggles.