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[orb-weaving]

Recognition

[bugtoast]

in light of recent news regarding the elongated musk rat; i didn't think a man could get this stupid

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Finding Growth in Life's Quiet Moments

Life be life’n sometimes. One minute you feel like you got it all under control, the next you sitting there like, “Bruh, what is even happening?”

I’m learning that growth don’t always look loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s you outgrowing places, people, and even versions of yourself you used to be cool with. It’s not always some big announcement — sometimes it’s just moving different, thinking deeper, or finally choosing peace over proving a point.

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About where I’ve been, where I’m at, and where I’m trying to go. And even though it’s not perfect, I’m grateful. Grateful for lessons that hurt but taught me. Grateful for small wins nobody sees. Grateful for the fact that even on my bad days, I still kept going.

I’m still figuring it out — and honestly, I think we all are. So if you’re reading this and you’re feeling a little lost, a little tired, or just trying to keep it together… just know you’re not alone.

We’re all just trying to make it make sense out here. Stay solid. Stay prayed up. Keep going.

— LO

Source: Finding Growth in Life's Quiet Moments

[youryurigoddess]

Aziraphale’s boots

Just in case you haven’t figured it on your own yet, Aziraphale wears dress boots — specifically a model known as Balmoral boots. It was designed for Prince Albert, Queen Victoria’s husband, to be used in the rural setting of the estate he purchased for his wife away from London.

Even though Victoria’s role as the ruling monarch required her to be the one to propose, Prince Albert (whom she called “angel”) designed a gemstone set snake ring for her as a symbol of their engagement, which started quite a trend among the British public.

The rather poor and very German Albert wasn’t a favored candidate at first, but his and Victoria’s 21-years-long union is remembered to this day as a perfect match and, together with their 9 children, a model family built on genuine love — so unlikely for their time and background.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

The world if people stopped applying their understanding of "conservatism" and "religion/christianity" through a very modern, deeply American view onto Death Note (a manga from the Early-mid 2000s which is very much set in the cultural and societal context of early-mid 2000s Japan and all that entails):

[arthursfuckinghat]

I fully encourage playing video games however you please, but something that (personally) makes me so truly sad is when I see people use the "clean Arthur" mod or edit photos to make characters look "better" - especially the women.

We all have preferences, but I can't lie that scrubbing characters of their wrinkles or skin blemishes or even scars leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth. These details are deliberate and thoughtfully designed, not only make characters look human, but to represent humans too.

I find it so hard to not find beauty in all the ways we differ from eachother, and ageing especially is so wonderful. Smile lines and wrinkles from years of laughter, tanned skin and coarse hands from the hours and hours spent outside in nature, blemishes and freckles and texture that reminds me of stars and the landscapes we tread on, scars and healing wounds that show you survived hard times, chipped teeth and crooked noses that show all the fights won, hair of so many different colours and textures, I just find it impossible to not fall in love with the intricacies of human nature.

I don't deny that people with clear or perfect skin exist, but I just ask to look beyond and see the beauty in all human authenticity <3

[gemgdynamight0]

All might in the beginning:

"most of the top heros show signs of greatness even as children, they claim that their bodies moved before they could think"

Katsuki in 'bakugou Katsuki: rising' :

"at that moment, there were no thoughts in my head, my body just moved on its own"

[kara-knight]

Jedi, Mandalorians and plausible deniability about what exactly is going on here but it’s definitely queer.

Feemor and Tarre Vizsla!!! How did this happen? Time travel shenanigans -> situationship -> u-haul lesbians.

[selenophiliiaaa]

got a new book from a local witchy store and i am So Excited to read it - its “Secrets of Greek Mysticism; a modern guide to daily practice with the Greek gods and goddesses” by George Lizos,,, im only a couple chapters in but it seems like itll be a really good read !!

[afroisol]

✿　game themed carrd - 02

custom carrd by me © sicimore

mobile + pc friendly

requires pro standard & above

tutorials will be posted on yt.

interested in my carrds and want a custom crd? dm @afrosol on discord or join my shop to hire me.

[dkettchen]

not plotly not letting me add a trendline to my line graph and my math brained ass deciding I will simply learn how to calculate a trendline myself and write my own dang helper function 😤

[nani-nonny]

Mahjong! :D

Frida learned from the VIP elderly ladies who frequent the Battle Nexus. These elderly women taught Frida that knowing mahjong will introduce her to many people and create connections beneficial to Big Mama. One of them even met one of Big Mama’s patrons through mahjong, who then introduced her to the Battle Nexus!

I’d like to think Frida invited Casey Jr to play, despite being too young to understand. But F!Leo was there to help Jr :)

Word Count: 1.7k+

Fi sets up the table, a rickety old pile of planks lined on top of a tipped-over shopping cart, after shuffling the tiles. She aligns the tiles in a long two-tiles-high line, stopping at the eighteenth before creating the next line of tiles. She notices Jr’s eyes wide with wonder, a small hand reaching for a tile too far as he grunts in a little voice.

Fi leans over to hand him a random tile, to which he flips over to show her a red flower with the little number one on it. He waves it in the air and asks, “What is it? What’s it say?”

Fi answers shortly, “One.”

Junior raises a brow then waves the tile with much more force, nearly swinging his body off his makeshift chair—a wooden crate. His voice comes out in a growing whine as he corrects, “No! Tita Fi! What’s it say?!”

Fi look at it again, searching in her brain for the answer. She’s not fluent but she remembers the elders reminding her time and time again of the characters on the tiles. She needed to remember them in order to play, after all, the rewards they gifted were beneficial at the time.

“Spring,” she answers, pushing more tiles closer to her reach as she finishes the wall.

Junior lowers the tile to his face, staring so close that his eyes cross. “Is there a two?”

Fi shifts the wall she finished to start the foundation for the game as she answers, “Yes.”

She begins grabbing more tiles, stacking them and lining them to make the next wall. She ignores Junior’s expectant eyes, but waits for his next question.

The one thing she learned from Junior is that children are filled to the brim with questions about the world. Michelangelo often referred to them as sponges, but they’re more like parasites in Fi’s eyes. Leeching off those around them to grow larger and larger until they move to their next target… Michelangelo would disapprove of this idea if she ever corrected him on the sponge idea. She should keep it to herself.

Junior’s hand raises, the tile missing from his palm as he asks, “What’s the two?”

She answers stoutly, “Summer.”

Junior’s brows furrow before rummages through his pocket and slams the tile on the table. “Why not the flower?”

Fi hums in response, ignoring the glare the boy locks on her. When she shifts the third wall of tiles, she realizes his face won’t relax until she answers him. So she responds, “Because the flowers represent the seasons.”

“The seasons?”

Fi nods as she begins making the final wall of tiles, “Yes.”

“What seasons?”

Fi raises a brow at that. She remembers vividly the Computer teaching the boy about the weather, including the seasons and how the weather shifts according to the seasons that pass. But she answers regardless, the boy asked a question so she must answer him. “Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.”

“Oh! I know the seasons!”

She nods, pushing tiles closer to her one final time as she finishes the wall. “Indeed you do.”

“Why are there seasons in ‘jong?”

Fi shifts the final wall to the foundation, completing the square in the center of the table. “It’s mahjong.”

“Mah-jong,” Junior repeats, standing on his chair for a better look.

“It is part of the flower tiles,” Fi answers, rolling her dice in the center of the foundation. She counts out loud for the boy the number that she rolled before creating the flower pile. She gestures to the pile and says, “The more flowers you obtain, the more tiles you get from this end.”

“Why do I need the flowers?” He asks, reaching for the flower pile.

Fi looks up in time to see Leonardo slide into the room, silent and quick as ever. The slider swoops in, taking the boy’s seat as he scoops him into his arms in a single movement. The boy, caught completely unawares, releases a high-pitched squeal and bursts into a fit of giggles when Leonardo hangs the boy upside-down by the ankle.

“So you can make more money!” Leonardo answers the boy’s question with a full smile, laughing lightly at the boy hanging in his grip.

Fi ignores Leonardo as she divides the tiles from the foundation into her and Junior’s hand of tiles. “Good evening, Blue One,” she greets the slider, expertly divvying up the tiles with a swiftness and flipping her hand in one attempt.

Leonardo places Junior on his lap and copies her, almost fumbling the tile flip but saving it with the expertise of the renowned face-man. He winces mockingly as rearranges Junior’s tiles, “Aw, come on, FiFi, ‘Blue One?’ How long are you gonna call me that? You know my name—you call Mikey ‘Michelangelo’.”

Junior pokes at his tiles, distracted by their color and array of Chinese characters.

Fi flips over her flower tiles: two green dragons and one spring flower. She watches as Leonardo hands Junior each of his own flower tiles, a total of seven, and lets the young boy flip them over.

“You are the Blue One among your kin. I don’t see a problem with calling you as you are,” Fi answers coldly, watching as Leonardo lifts the boy over the table to grab seven tiles from the flower pile.

Leonardo frowns as he places Junior on his lap after the tiles are picked up and organized the tiles for him again. “Maybe I should demote you, huh, Masky?”

Fi organizes her own tiles, taking note of the pieces she has. “My answer remains the same, Blue One,” then she looks at Junior to answer his forgotten question, “I’ve been told that the flowers represent the long, spinal fin of the dragon.”

Junior’s eyes widen, sparkling with interest as he jumps to his feet, balancing on Leonardo’s thigh. “Dragon?!”

Fi nods, “Yes, Little One. The purpose of this game is to create a dragon. You create the body and the eyes, using your tiles to call mahjong.”

Leonardo raises a brow, making a light joke, “Why not a turtle?”

“Because turtles are often underappreciated,” Fi answers.

Junior gasps, “Can I make a turtle?”

Fi pauses. How can she make it so the boy is making a dragon instead of a turtle…?

She raises a flower tile, staring at spring, then at the boy’s flower tiles. Then the idea comes.

“Then instead of the fin, these will be the shell of the turtle. You will still make the body and eyes of the turtle.”

Leonardo smiles, poking Junior’s sides as he teases, “You need to get more flower tiles to protect the turtle, Junior!”

Junior immediately starts reaching for the foundation, little hands making grabbing motions as Leonardo holds him back.

Fi shakes her head, “No, Little One. We take turns picking tiles, you wait for the other party to make their move. And slowly, you build your turtle.”

Leonardo picks Junior’s first tile, letting the boy stare at his tiles.

But Fi’s focus shifts to Leonardo. She was meant to watch over Junior because everyone else was busy preparing for an ambush. Leonardo is the leader of the Resistance. Why is he here instead of the meeting?

“I thought you were busy,” Fi says softly, immediately picking her tile from the foundation after Leonardo discarded Junior’s tile. She immediately adds it to her hand to make a pair and discards a tile.

Leonardo helps Junior on the boy’s turn, he glances at Fi before discarding a useless tile to the center. “There was something I wanted to ask you.”

Fi raises a brow and picks up a tile before throwing it back in the center, deciding it’s not worth keeping. “And that is?”

Leonardo picks up a tile that makes Junior’s eyes widen. The boy points excitedly as he explains, “Uncle Lee! That one!”

Leonardo nods and discards a different tile for the boy. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes when he answers, “It’s about the—,” he stops when he realizes Junior is watching him with the happiest smile. He smiles back at the boy and ruffles the boy’s hair, “The mission.”

Fi picks up the tile Leonardo discarded and adds it to her hand. She stares at her hand for a moment, thinking over how to phrase her words that won’t capture the boy’s attention. “And how does that concern me, Blue One? I’m busy watching Casey’s boy.”

Junior’s head perks up, “My mom? What about my mom? Is she coming back?”

Fi discards a tile and answers, “No, Little One.” She raises a brow at Leonardo and asks, “Did it backfire like I said it would?”

Leonardo scoffs as he picks a new pile and discards from Junior’s hand, “No. But something’s come up, and it’s got your name on it.”

Fi pauses mid-reach for a new tile, her hand hovering over the table and the game’s foundation. Leonardo hardly reaches out for her in this way. And it’s usually for something the Hamatos themselves refuse to do themselves. Their morals wouldn’t allow it. But having been raised under Big Mama’s care, she hardly has any left over.

She sighs. She picks a new tile to find a white dragon tile and discards it among her other flowers, flipping it face up. Her finger lingers on the engraved surface, thinking over what it could be. She picks up a tile from the flower pile to find a character tile. Four…

Fi discards the ‘four’ tile to the center of the foundation, her finger lingering on the tile to look Leonardo in the eyes. “How soon do I leave?”

Leonardo picks up the tile she discarded and flips two other tiles to reveal a pair that matches said tile. He pats Junior on the head as he calls the matchup, “Pong.”

Fi narrows her eyes and repeats, “How soon do I leave?”

Leonardo picks a tile and discards another, he uses Junior’s hand to wave at Fi as he answers, “Immediately.”

Fi rises from her seat and takes the tile Leonardo discarded to flip her matching pair, a three-of-a-kind set of four-circle tiles. “I expect my reward once I return,” she demands coldly, then takes a step forward to pat Junior’s head.

“I have to go, Little One. I’m sorry I can’t finish the game with you,” Fi apologizes and turns on her heel before Junior can respond. “Send me the information, Blue One. I’m leaving.”

As Fi leaves, she hears Leonardo call after her, “Pong! And mahjong! Junior’s a winner!”

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Finding Growth in Life's Quiet Moments

Life be life’n sometimes. One minute you feel like you got it all under control, the next you sitting there like, “Bruh, what is even happening?”

I’m learning that growth don’t always look loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s you outgrowing places, people, and even versions of yourself you used to be cool with. It’s not always some big announcement — sometimes it’s just moving different, thinking deeper, or finally choosing peace over proving a point.

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About where I’ve been, where I’m at, and where I’m trying to go. And even though it’s not perfect, I’m grateful. Grateful for lessons that hurt but taught me. Grateful for small wins nobody sees. Grateful for the fact that even on my bad days, I still kept going.

I’m still figuring it out — and honestly, I think we all are. So if you’re reading this and you’re feeling a little lost, a little tired, or just trying to keep it together… just know you’re not alone.

We’re all just trying to make it make sense out here. Stay solid. Stay prayed up. Keep going.

— LO

Source: Finding Growth in Life's Quiet Moments

[box-number-two]

Semiotic Standard for All Commercial Trans-Stellar Utility Lifter and Heavy Element Transport Spacecraft. April 16, 2078 by Ron Cobb for Alien (1979)

Transcribed color code: red - viable, alive, sound, alert white, grey - life-supporting condition: pressure, temperature black - vacuum, death, hazard yellow - harmful active process: molecular (heat) atomic, chemical blue - lowered thermal condition green - non-human biological substance, process 

Recreation by Boris Tovmasyan:

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[rozzywell]

Shout out to early 2021 when I was freshly in my Knight Rider fixation era and was in deep enough to make an AU bc of it. I don't think I EVER posted about it here. It was confined to my brain only. But ohhh "Knight Industries also gave Michael weird techno-organic phoenix wing implants during KotP for some reason (he was their guinea pig / Wilton's pet project and I love the phoenix motif)" AU I do miss you sometimes.....

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

I feel im the only person who didnt' think cait villian arc was to rushed and didn't show enough bad things going down. everyone calls her a monster AND I wanted to see more so much more so hearing everyone hate on her im thinking in the back of my head man what are you talking about we got a music vid of her doing bad things and then its over and done with bascially.. boring .. i want to see woman doing more crimes.. esp the nice ones turned vengeful..

the critics refuse to let woman characters have any Grey area.

the treatment of caitlyn and jinx proves it. because neither girls are babies or evil monsters. they did bad things but are grey characters that like it or not people will sympathize with. Ones' a murderor. the other gass parts of zaun .. and its seems complely ignored how jinx traumatized cait but jinxs trauma should excuse her actions? That's not how trauma is suppose to work. you can sympathize with a character and not condone their actions

that said i didnt think caitlyn was bad enough i wanted more spice i waslooking forward to her going crazy.. .. instead we got what a music vid of her doing bad things..then guilt right after i was let down and i keep hearing she killed so many people when.. isn't that what jinx did in s1? funny how cait critics jinx fans dont care about her murdering people i mean we dont really see cait killing anyone did the gas kill i dunno it was nt a 100 percent clear

but honestly unpopular opinon. i think jinx did worse crimes. Murderor/ Kidnapping a woman who was naked btw/Blowing up people/Blowing up the capital killing people/ kiling firelights that again is ignroed and why i side eye people aying timebomb is the most healthy ship/ helping silcos drug trade when she knows how he is the reason vander is dead/ tho vander shouldn't have tried to drown him either that was crazy/ i just know jinx has a high body count killed zaun people killed piltover/was fine with gasing all of piltover which did affect children as we see kids in the area of it happening and its treated as a whole nothing to think about. but cait is deemd the monster .. and i just dont like the double standard. i aint gonna side cait was right to gas parts of zaun or hit vi.. but if y a asked me who did worse it was jinx .. and silco.. who.. had a whole child labor ring/drug ring/ ruled zaun with an iron fist his idea of zaun wasn't healthy it was chaos.. and his relationship with jinx was rather screwy.. it def isn't father/daughter goals it never was.. it was meant to be unhealthy not celebreated.

that being said I acutally like all these characters i love my grey characters . I love villians.. i love characters worse than these guys. but the double standards are insane

[chicago-geniza]

[guy who pulled an all-nighter, listening to a piano/cello duet written to sound like sunlight sparkling on the surface of rippling water and also water running over a stream-bed of round loosely packed pebbles] you know Anne Rice really went off when she wrote "let the flesh instruct the mind"

[deus-ex-mona]

h e l p not the heart pose and meoto trading cards—