#this world. it ain’t right…

[synthville]

the thing is.

raffi isn’t half as strange or off-putting as she could be. given how she processes things and her vices she really should be so much more of an audacious eccentric obsessive schemer (love) and also just the biggest liar to ever do it. meddlesome as hell but it comes back to bite.

she’s got all the connects but also she’s been banned from multiple planets. it’s fine. she didn’t want to go back to any of them anyway. her access was revoked so why does she know so much about seemingly unconnected classified events and titbits. why don’t you. she happened upon that information. as one does. what’s with all the questions. smooth talks her way in and out of stupid situations daily because she can’t leave well enough alone and just has to get answers. she does not get her answers. rabbit holes that spawn labyrinths. whatever the futuristic version of a red string board is. rios breaking into her quarters because it’s been days and she’s replicated an alarming amount of wine but very little food and he hates the EMH but the nosey holo is right this cannot stand. she tries to be present because it was her idea to visit that one spa like planet in the first place but it’s physically impossible for her not to bring up whatever theory it is that’s plaguing her this time around. there’s something just outside her periphery and once she connects the dots she’ll let it go. really. the great pretender. an actual reckoning with her addiction and what’s at the root of it. why constantly numbing herself with various substances didn’t actually work. she can fool everyone but not herself. at least not well. all the fallout with people she loves that now want nothing to do with her (gabe?? hello that thread alone is so much) because of all the times she recklessly dismissed or used them for her own means all the while convincing herself it was about the big picture. being real with herself about the reality of starfleet and why she wants in so badly anyway. greater good huh. her tricked out encrypted tech because why accept bland federation equipment or adhere to legal limits when she can make things that much more fun with a little tweaking. that unassuming little trailer is fortified as fuck. eyescan fingerprint alphasymbolic code physical lock to even get past the front door. and obviously her tech self destructs upon intrusion this isn’t amateur hour. she might be living in a semi utopia but you still not about to catch her slipping. any and all conversations between cybernetist agnes jurati and intelligence officer raffaela musiker. rios needs them to stop making unauthorized changes to la sirena and cut it out with the emergency holo roundtables. everything to do with her and seven but twice the stubborn gay ridiculousness and entwinement. everyone is alive and well and in their rightful timelines. salivating. she’s barely putting in her weird girl hours and already people can’t take it imagine if they just leaned into making her a possessive obsessive little freak (positive!) and wrote/depicted everything with care? the layers. a hyper-competent-women-with-massive-issues-lover’s dream and the nasty bros and bigots who can’t fathom anyone other than a bland white guy as deserving of complexity or relevance would die on the spot amen. id EAT.

[tricoufamily]

how does a glow down like this even happen

[leobashi]

I see your DILF Hen and raise you Chase in that same facial hair. Now that would be peak DILF energy

Winter AU Chase because he’s one of the daddiest dads I’ve got. Nach Hen knows he’s pretty and uses it but Chase just is pure dad and wants to make sure you aren’t pushing yourself too hard

[piratewinzer]

They kissed in front of me and I’m just supposed to be normal about it? Forever???

[platinummice]

Sometimes you just get real fucked up and that’s ooooookay

[ct-multifandom]

Can you guys rb this or comment with how you pronounce “Goncharov”? I didn’t really think anything of it until one of my friends said it out loud and I was like huh? I think it’s interesting how people can have different pronunciations of a word or name they’ve never heard out loud in their head an not question it. For reference, I’m a native Russian speaker and I’ve always read it like gohn-CHArohv and my US American friend said GAHNCHA-rahv.

[badolmen]

Look at me. LOOK at me. Old growth forests are important. Their loss is violence against the land.

BUT that isn’t a reason to point at younger, perfectly healthy closed canopy forests and claim they’re ecologically insignificant or bad. Their sparse understory is a function of closed canopy forests. Even old growth forests will have sparse understories if the canopy is closed. That’s how photosynthetic strata works.

The west coast has vastly different forests and history than the east. The rare volcanic eruption that made the giant stands of Douglas fir in the west possible would be literally impossible here. Our species are adapted for stand replacing fires set by indigenous peoples to drive deer and rejuvenate oak. Oak as a genus is dying here. We can’t set fires. We can’t harvest patches large enough to simulate a fire. Our deer are overpopulated and browse down every sprout that dares to reach for sunlight.

Making a sweeping ban on clear-cut and similarly ‘scary’ harvests would kill them for good. The restrictions on fire have nearly done that to species like Jack and pitch pine that rely heavily on fire to establish. They’ve been relegated to pine barrens and the rare sandy forest clearing. Our fire Cherry, thankfully, can last decades in the soil seedbank. You can only see them the first few decades after a large, complete harvest and then they die.

What’s good for one forest kills another. Not all trees are made ecologically equal - and that’s a very good thing. All trees and forests have their ecological value. Management of one forest is never applicable to other forests; they all have their own unique histories and communities that should be imitated when possible and left alone when not.

[modernmanblues]

as i look back on the last 29 years of my life and enjoy these last few hours of this wonderful and beautiful decade of my life, i can tell you that life hasn’t always been easy for me (for anyone, really). i’ve been through many struggles in my life—through childhood, adolescence, early adulthood and i can honestly say i continue to struggle to this day, but life is so so much better now, i’m managing. life is good at the moment. but one thing that surprises me to this day is that, despite all these struggles, i’ve emerged as this strong, resilient young woman time and time again and that’s something i take pride in.

i remember starting this blog when i was just a wee little teenager who couldn’t shut up about The Beatles, and i still am very much a Beatles fan by trade and adore them just as much as i did back then, but i’ve developed new interests over the years. believe it or not, i fell off the classic rock bandwagon for a few years as my way of trying to “grow out of being a Beatlemaniac” and that was such a silly thing to do because this only paved way for an even more extreme obsession with The Beatles and worse- newer fixations.

and this is exactly what happened- early 2021, my interest for classic rock bands was reignited the moment i watched America’s Musikladen concert in its entirety. i fell in love with Gerry Beckley, and i said to myself “this is silly. why am i obsessing of a now 60something almost 70 year old musician who doesn’t even know i exist?! i’m too old for this shit.” but i was wrong, in fact i came to the realisation that there’s nothing wrong with obsessing over your favourite musicians at any age. as a matter of fact, i’ve met some OG America, Beatles and Chicago fans that still put posters up on their wall and do other things they used to do when they were younger to show their appreciation for their favourite musicians. i really do believe that’s a healthy thing to do. as my mum always says “if it makes you happy, i say go for it.”

just last year, i entered a territory that i didn’t think would ever happen again- falling in love and i mean really fall in love with another band. i am of course referring to the remarkable, one-of-a-kind group called 10cc! i went through this once with The Beatles, and i legitimately thought that whole “obsessing over bands” ship sailed for me years ago. but i was wrong yet again- what started as some guilty pleasure listening turned into a full blown obsession and hyperfixation. but quite frankly i’m glad i got into them as an adult as i do not believe i would’ve appreciated them as much when i was younger. i’ve said this before and i will say it again- they are what The Beatles were to me as a teenager- if that provides any insight to the magnitude in which i admire/adore/love this group. 10cc’s fan base is, unfortunately, virtually nonexistent and perhaps only a very small percentage of the world’s population actually knows they even exist. but i love them- it’s as simple as that- they’re not the perfect band, and not a single band in this world is, but if i could pick any band to harp about for the rest of my life, i would pick them.

i apologise that i’ve gone on a rather long tangent here but i’m so very glad that i made the decision to hop back on this blog. it’s nostalgia at its finest. i’m also glad i decided to get back on the classic rock bandwagon a few years ago- it simply shows that i may never get over my love and admiration for older bands/musicians and as well, older films or anything vintage really.

but take this as my way of saying thank you. in my own little way, i hope i have instilled joy in your hearts especially for those of you i’ve interacted with. after all, we all are here for relatively the same reason- to drool over our favourite hot shot rockstars/actors/what have you.

you’ve made me realise that you’re never too old or too young to obsess over people like The Monkees or The Beach Boys. and you know, that really is such a beautiful thing.

much love to all of you 🫶🏻💕

[nabilfekir]

AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE frankly i don’t wanna hear it anymore about psg ruining the transfer market. actually can’t take anyone who says that shit seriously anymore. not while one prem club can run fucking riot spending more than all leagues combined in one fucking winter window never mind nottingham fucking forest buying like 20 players in the summer fuck right off with ur p$g bullkaka and get with the times

[mazojo]

I wanna change my whole life narrative. I must become a defense attorney and meet my rivaling prosecutor so that I can wipe their pretty smug off their faces and we can psycho flirt while dissecting murder trial evidence and witness testimonies

[wilhelmina-murray-harker]

omfg my poor sim just had the worst 48 hours of her LIFE dear god

to preface: my main sim is named skipper and their whole thing is that they wanna be SO famous (currently a 2/5 star celebrity). this story is sort of about them, but mostly about their girlfriend, grace, who was an npc until about four sim days ago and has been having a hell of a time

also i am formatting this somewhat like a greentext. idk why but oh well

> you are grace! just became sentient, very insecure about your relationship with your partner because it turns out you are a jealous sim

> your partner is a HUGE party animal and just left their own birthday party to go on some random tv show (the motive trials) and did not tell you anything (in their defense they also did not know what was happening)

> clean up the party and go home to your partner’s apartment you moved into yesterday

> whatnow.jpeg

> oh shit turns out you’re a magic user!!!!!

> hmm wonder what “inferniate” does

> THE FLOOR IS ON FIRE

> call the fire department

> YOU ARE ON FIRE

> fire department saves the day!

> you are now permanently traumatized about fire! 🎉🎊

> go to sleep

> partner comes home at 1 am, exhausted and about to piss themself, manages to get in bed but their needs are fucked

> you have work at 9 am!

> you were so tired you woke up at 8:30 but are very hungry but also don’t want to set more things on fire so you warm up a brea

> TIME TO GO TO WORK

> kfast burrito (that thankfully ends up in your inventory)

> first day of work as an interior designer! you have no idea what you’re doing but you manage to do a good job! (still scared of fire, worried about skipper bc they are all alone all day and have to work too)

> go home to partner who is still alive

> remember that you have to select gigs as an interior designer, pick one for tomorrow

> your One friend invites you to a festival but you decline bc you are With Your Partner Right Now

> wake up at 2 am to remember that it’s your birthday so you cancel your gig

> it’s also new years eve whoa

> skipper takes a vacation day so they can thr

> TIME TO GO TO WORK

> ow you a party hmm that should not have happened

> your werewolf client is FURIOUS for some reason but you cancel the gig anyway (again)

> go home!

> you decorate for new years while skipper arranges the party

> setting up the party is a bit of a struggle bc they don’t know your One friend so you end up having to do it

> party time!! the guests are a combo of skipper’s friends, your One friend, and a bartender you met in passing that seems cool

> skipper bakes the cake because they’re level seven cooking

> everyone is chatting and having a grand ol time and skipper is in their element because they LOVE parties and socializing

> your partner fucking DIES FROM LAUGHTER

> ON YOUR BIRTHDAY

> AND NEW YEARS EVE

> DURING YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY

> IN FRONT OF THEIR CLOSEST FRIENDS

(at this point i am flabbergasted and looking up how the fuck to stop this from happening and attempt hella cheats, none of which work)

> everyone is sobbing

> scratch that, everyone except your partner’s ex, who has decided that now is the perfect time to work on her dj skills

> grim reaper shows up, you plead for their life, he does not care

> your partner is now An Urn

> fuck it we ball

> cast inferniate on the grim reaper

> he is pissed

> follow it up with deliriate

> hit him with inferniate again, catching yourself on fire

> grim reaper poofs

> the party goal meter is Still Going

> end the party, sending everyone home

> they all leave with “disappointing party” sentiments

> nofuckingshit.gif

> now it’s just you, singed, in your dead partner’s apartment with their urn, on new years eve, on your birthday

> the cake is still half-made on the counter

[sapphic-storm69]

POV: you’re staring at the person who made the saddest, most depressing movie you’ve ever seen, into a meme

[raeathnos]

Sketchy dump!

Trying to get better at drawing humans/humanoid creatures by sketching shippy art of my two ocs. Bonus- updated ref sheet wips :P

This is Sky-Shifter (left, bottom) and Night-Stalker (right, top) two of the main characters from the webcomic I want to eventually do. They’re both half-demons, hence the human and feral forms.

Humanoid forms above, feral below.

I’m a messy sketcher, I’m sorry guys Dx

[to-dance-beneath-the-diamond-sky]

and then the one time you don’t check after 10,000+ False Alarms it’s like a murder scene

having a uterus SUCKS man bc all day you'll be feeling the "hey bestie check your pants 😃 check it right now 😃 you might be getting your period 😃 hey bestie i think youre bleeding 😃" and then when you check if you got your period and your body is like WRONG ❌️ its The Slime

[seventh-district]

it’s a shame that i think Spotify’s already stopped collecting this year’s data bc if i’d found this song earlier i just know it would’ve easily made my top 100

[1roentgen]

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