#this one is a very long term project

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

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 Hobbits have secrets. A lot of secrets and some of them only a few knew. Bilbo knew this well. His first time returning from an adventure, from Erebor he found himself dragged off by the Clerics who sat him down and interrogated him. They asked him question after question, demanded answers for everything. And in the end, they discovered some secrets were kept from Bilbo. 

 “Why were you never told of Ciran?” the head Cleric demanded. “Your father stated he told you!”

 “I don’t know.” Bilbo told her. “What is Ciran?” Yet they would not answer. Instead they shook their heads and whispered. They looked at him with pain in their eyes and each told him they were sorry. 

 Bilbo never quite got an answer out of them. Though he found his feet walking to their smials and their halls often. Some Clerics would sob upon seeing him. Others would scurry away. A few though spoke with him.

 “Your aunt almost was one of us,” Cleric Honeysuckle told him one day while she tended the healing garden. It was three years before Bilbo would become the guardian for Frodo and he’d wandered over to see if they would be willing to talk. Honeysuckle put him to work braiding rope for some of the plants. 

 “My aunt?” Bilbo asked. “Which one?” Hilidgard? She died before her majority after all, it would make sense. 

 “No.” Honeysuckle shook her head. “Ruby Chubb.”

 “Aunt Ruby?” Bilbo asked as he felt a sharp pang in his heart. It was not the first nor would it be the last time he wished he’d told his dwarves of his great-grandmother, Rose Chubb who found her Heart Match in a Darrowdam. Who laid with her love in her garden and through that love had three daughters grow. Ruby, Daisy and Adamanta. 

 He liked to think they’d hear how Hobbits had children and would understand why they kept it secret. Men were strange and attacked those they felt were different. Bilbo also liked to think that they would find the ending to the story just as sad, for one day Rose awoke and said to her daughters that their other mother died bearing a brother for them. She passed minutes after, unable to live with her Heart Match gone.

[sharksonfire]

Ik Pyro is from Sydney in the comics (most likely Woolloomooloo specifically since he mentioned his grandma lives there) but I have a really in-depth headcanon about him being from somewhere in Tasmania (in-depth enough to include animal motifs and broader historical things lol I thought about this way too hard) and I really want to form it into a proper fic but I really don't think it would be that interesting to anyone other than, well, me...

[caliburn-not-calculator]

I’m struggling to do stuff rn but I did spend ten minutes doing this silly template for pirate au VR-LA and MR-SN to try and feel better

themm

My only art of Emerson is him looking like he should be on a bodice ripper cover my god... honestly, accurate

[kindred-spirit-93]

penelope canonically retreating to her room and refusing food = she puts on some weight, the reason being both lack of physical activity as well as her body being on constant emergency mode (so what little she does eat ends up being stored away bc the body doesnt know when the 'starvation' will end). whats more her constant stress elevates cortisol levels which in and of itself leads to weight gain esp in the abdominal area.

tl;dr chubby penelope send fucking t w e e t

[milfygerard]

did she specifically make 34 versions of TTPD because shes 34 years old

[lytorika]

So I currently have a week off work and decided i'll make a ""quick"" and ""simple"" visual novel/dating sim for my original character blorbos and I keep forgetting that it does, in fact, take time and effort to make something. I kid you not i am somehow surprised every time i go "oh i'll have that done in a week" and then it's like no this is something people usually take at least several months for.

[whentherewerebicycles]

christmas was nice! lots of good relaxed family time. I still have a hacking cough but I felt closer to 80% today and I’ll take that after the last week. I feel restless and vaguely discontented right now heading towards bed but I feel like that’s a typical “out of my routines/not moving much/not eating well/not doing any work” holiday break kind of feeling! I have to remind myself that the point of the break (in part) is to rest so much and do so little that I don’t feel so drained coming back. I do go back to work tomorrow 🫠 but I think I’ll try to spend this week doing big picture thinking about my role + what I want to accomplish in the next five months before I go on leave. I find that kind of thinking more energizing than checking tasks off a list so maybe I can make this week of half-work feel less like work work.

[whatudottu]

You know, at first the idea of the Galvans being high intelligence-low wisdom made me wonder if the Cerebrocrustaceans have slightly more wisdom than the Galvans to contrast being slightly less intelligent than them.

Then I remembered that one of their best scientists thought that a reasonable response to First Thinker-senpai not noticing him was to blow his planet up, and realized that nope, they’re just as lacking in the wisdom department.

Now I'm just imagining the Contumelia coming up with alien species to populate the newly-created galaxy with and making two ridiculously smart ones before going “wait, we can’t make them too OP, we have to nerf them somehow”, and in addition to having one species be five inches tall and giving the other species no hands, deciding to make them complete dumbasses when it came to practicality and sound judgment.

Galvans are considered smarter on the long term, being typically more intelligent than cerebrocrustaceans on the technicality that they plan thinks beyond one certain goal; there's a longevity to galvan tech that cerebrocrustacean tech has not been designed around, which is not quite 'planned obsolescence' persay but 'right to break' style fixing and updating versus 'goal a, b and c' design philosophy.

But that tends to make galvans 'slower' to think because they (as a generalised statistic) like to plan things to a more completed state, whereas cerebrocrustaceans are great at coming up with disposable instant ideas and solutions and move on to the next to outthink the situation they're in. In other words... autism vs ADHD /lh /hj adlkfhgfkl-!

I think the reason why species known for their wisdom aren't heard about in the wider galactic sphere (beyond just not having a concept in the world of Ben 10) is because they have a high enough wisdom to not get involved too heavily beyond their own scope. I mean certainly they'd be wise enough to retort were anything to happen to drag them out but, unless you're a 'wise guy' sarcastic trickster individual or 'look at what i can make' big brain smart alec, wisdom might not get you heavily well known (unless you're a geochelone aerio against a power hungry Aggregor)-

Nnnn the contumelia... considering that the construction of the universe is beyond our feeble human understanding, being the looks something up fifth-dimensional beings that they are (depending on what Ben 10 defines as dimension, this could mean they are beings of split timelines and come in the visual form that they do because of the very limited 3D snapshot a three dimensional being imagines which at the very least manifests in matters of emotional sway) they may create and destroy universes for perhaps the intrigue of divergent timelines, but I do not think they have control over the actual species that make that universe home. Something something I don't want to discredit achievements (even fictional ones) to the work of one specific cause, yada yada the contumelia being5D beings that are perhaps entertained by the comparably one dimensional 3D lives merely through the creation of new variable timelines.

[infizero]

also his drawings. make me insane. im pretty sure ive made a post about this before a while ago but i just love looking at his silly little drawings it adds so much to his character. even after everything he's been through he's still got some humor and lightheartedness in him. and he's really good at drawing too!! so it's likely something he's been doing since he was a kid

[kalashtars]

planning classes has me going "hehehe *kicking my feet*" but i know as soon as i actually have to attend those classes my brain is going to be like "😐😐😐"

[roaringroa]

oficially diagnosed with adhd babeyyyyyyy

[neon-angels-system]

...starting to remember why holidays aren’t good for me

[tj-crochets]

Here's the rainbow jacket embroidery I made a while ago that inspired me to make the rainbow hems

One shoulder of the rainbow jacket is done! The left side of the first photo is the collar of the jacket

[psychoticallytrans]

A surprisingly helpful bit of social maneuvering I've figured out from trial and error: Throughout your life, you are going to need things from people. Often, it's going to be on a deadline. And when that deadline passes, you generally want to know what's going on. So, you need to ask them.

There are two kinds of people, broadly, in this situation. The Shameless will tell you what the holdup is, with absolutely no regard for if the reason is "good enough". This is actually very helpful, because you get the real reason immediately, and can start working on a solution.

The Ashamed is trickier. People who are Ashamed are people who were often told they were giving excuses when they were trying to explain, and they'll often avoid you until they solve the problem on their own. This causes them and you a lot of stress, and often takes a lot longer to solve.

Long term, the strategy for dealing with people who are Ashamed is to provide a supportive environment where they're comfortable sharing any problems they're having with getting things done. But, there's a way to at least partially short-circuit that:

Provide an explanation for them.

One example might be "Hey Susan, I noticed that I don't have your report yet. Are you busy with other projects?" The readymade explanation signals that you're willing to accept an explanation, which is the big anxiety point.

Sometimes, you still won't get an honest answer- especially if the honest answer isn't "good enough" by the standards of the person who traumatized them. But, I've found that it often at least gets you a lie that lets you give them some slack or work around the problem.

Let's say that Susan has actually completely forgotten that she needed to do the report. She's horrified at herself, and completely unwilling to admit the real problem. But, she can now safely reply with "Sorry Jennifer, I've been swamped, and it got lost in the mix. I can have it to you in two days. Does that work?"

From there, so long as Susan gave an estimate for when she can actually do it, she and Jennifer can hash out a solution.

It's not a perfect solution, but it works astonishingly well for how small of a change it is.

[skipppppy]

The life of Stanford Pines must be so bizarre from the perspective of a random townsperson who doesn’t know him. Imagine you live in a sleepy lumber town, where the most interesting thing you’ve heard this week is that a plot of land on the outskirts of the woods was sold and someone has started constructing a cabin on there.

You later learn by word of mouth that he’s a phd student doing some kind of long-term research project. You don’t see his face until one night he comes blasting down the street on a trail of destruction, eyes yellow and glazed over, trashing public property, inflicting gruesome injuries on himself, and laughing like he’s on an erratic, drug-fuelled bender. He then goes home and locks himself in his cabin again. This becomes a cycle; he stays isolated for weeks, then comes out once in a blue moon to wreak havoc and be a nuisance to the authorities.

Then one day it stops. He doesn’t come back out. The next time you see him he’s at a grocery store looking completely different to how you remember; his hair is grown out, he’s put on weight, his clothes are completely different and he’s stopped wearing glasses. Some townsfolk finally work up the nerve to talk to him and you learn that he invited them to his cabin on a tour. His home is apparently FULL of dangerous research equipment and the scientist, who had allegedly been very quiet and level-headed on the days he wasn’t having his “episodes,” has had a complete personality change, he’s loud and confident and less than honest and a little sleazy but a damn good salesman and entertainer.

He hosts tours out of his home for the next 30 years. Over time he’d changed it into a museum of sorts that sells overpriced knickknacks to unsuspecting tourists, but aside from his shady business practices he’s a well known member of his community. He changes up the exhibits every few months, brings his niece and nephew to stay one summer and they become town darlings, and even exposes a beloved public figure for running a spyware scheme.

One day you hear he got visited by the FBI. They start going round town asking about him. A week or so later he gets arrested. The town goes CRAZY theorising why but then there’s a massive earthquake and in the chaos of that you forget what happened to him. One minute you hear that the feds were surrounding his house and the next they’re all leaving like they forgot what they came for. Another week later he resurfaces and announces he’s going to run for Mayor, dominated the polls, wins the popular vote, but loses his position immediately due to an extensive criminal record.

Then there’s gossip that he completely changed his appearance again. He’s lost his fez and is walking around in a coat and cable knit turtleneck in the middle of the July heat. Then you hear from someone else that he looks the exact same and didn’t change anything. Then you see two identical men walking down the street, one matching the description you saw. People are BUZZING to know what happened and you eventually learn that the “new guy” was actually the same Scientist and the guy that had been running the museum was his twin brother who stole his identity after he went missing. Then the apocalypse happens

[anarchomitsumi]

i saw Tony Santoros guide to illegal tree-planting when i was 17 or so and immediately decided that's what my life would be about. im too young to pass as a council worker in a hi-vis vest, and my condition as a student means my presence isn't stable enough anywhere for sustained action like this...but one day