#we'll see where today goes

[juneability]

231220 ♡ wednesday, winter break! goals for the day 🌙

send in scholarship vouchers

write a journal entry

work on january setlist w brother

more notion setup for next semester

tidy room & closet

vg enemy design sketch x2

deep clean desk!!!!!?

read up to ch30 — killbox (sirantha jax)

write more chapter outlines for original dystopia

start on secret santa fic or sumeru longfic

print new (chopin? jazz? bossa nova? ost?) sheet music to sightread on piano

finish transcribing "bring her back" by dpr in musescore 4

rb this post at the end of the day for an update :)

[kissingarthurclaus]

More official/proper ref of my Metalocalypse s/i 💖🫶💖🫶💖 I needed another milf for the books, I'm obsessed with it guys!

Like I said before she's the manager for @hotrodharts and @1980ssunflower and does a kickass job of it! She's meant to be something of a parallel to Charles whom she has THICK sexual tension with and possibly a mysterious past history with? :0 oooooo~ either way she's very fond of the boys, especially Toki, and in my dreams they see the both of them as parental figures 😊

EDIT: original meme by @tarraerae on Twitter 🫶

Flat colors!

Taglist ♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @cherry-bomb-ships

[bittersweetresilience]

say hi to me i don't know, i just remembered being so much brighter, i guess

cigarette ash like wildfire burning holes in the nighttime open scars feel like barbed wire white lies flying high like a ceasefire dropping flags on the shoreline this is as far as i can feel right 'cause what you don't know can haunt you

and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think for a while

don't drag it out living like that doesn't mean a thing

so let's, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars 'cause happy endings hardest to fake

and i wanna let you know i wanna let you go but i just can't bring myself to speak but this is how it goes the end credits, they roll this bridge was built over kerosene but we can watch it and all i ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think

so let's run, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars you can wish away forever but you'll never find a thing like today

[professionalowl]

Applying at one place for a VERY different branch of archaeology for my Master's to what I'm doing my undergrad dissertation on. It's like hello Professors Materials Science it's me, "Qualitative Analysis Georg," and my primary referee, "Guy Who Is Kind Of Weird and Niche Even For Postprocessualists"

[terresdebrume]

Body update: it turns out that after about a year (ish) of trying to eat more healthily and avoiding fast food, my body cannot handle some of the meals I used to enjoy anymore

I had a burger last week at DND and was sick, and I thought it was bc the burger particularly greasy, but then when I ordered from my usual place today (less horrendously greasy but still, you know, a fast food burger) I actually kinda stopped enjoying it three bites in and had to put in some effort to finish it x)

Oh well

[orcelito]

So the funny thing about my veilguard game is that I'm almost definitely overleveled. I just went and fought the blighted dragons in the wetlands, and... eh. Before this id already fought and killed the revenant dragon in the crossroads, which was a bit of a challenge. I even needed to use 2 potions for it. But I still killed it no problem. The wetlands blighted dragons were pretty easy in comparison.... though I Will say, fighting *two* dragons at once was a fun, unexpected surprise. Kept me on my toes a bit!! I still didn't need to use any of my potions, though

[seagullcharmer]

wrote 3k words today bc the internet was out. some of it was html formatting though

[powderrblue]

might try doing makeup tomorrow to see how close i can get to bartender randy

[supercantaloupe]

mfw i ask maestro if he needs me at rehearsal on tuesday and he responds by telling me i'm wonderful, i'm always watching and listening, play better than a principal, etc

[sysig]

Things they don't tell you about playing 1-4 according to the actual dates:

I have been playing Ace Attorney for four hours and I'm still not done with the 26th despite it being well into the early hours of the 27th already

[quiveringdeer]

I'm finally attempting to learn some Spanish, via duolingo, and dude. I thought I got tongue tied and slipped into accents when I spoke English. sheesh, this past lesson I was talkin things out loud and so many things sounded like a French or Italian accent when I said them 😅😭

also if there are other free apps better than Duolingo lemme know!

[pics-pizza-peace]

It's Women in Science day. Go Princesses Bubblegum & Twilight Sparkle!!! I was thinking about drawing something for the occasion but unfortunately I'm rlly sick. When I get to feeling better enough(or once we're settled again, wherever we're moving to next) I'll be working on plenty of drawings though.

[byanyan]

js but like, your muse should adopt byan as their problematic, annoying younger sibling

[kingdomkome]

I enjoy teaching but some of the interactions with students/parents are so Bob_sponge_sillent_hill_hall.jpg

[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 4 - Off the Hook

Infiltrate. Place the item. Disappear. Sanda repeated the mantra to herself as she slipped deep inside the great stone building. It usually helped calm her. Usually. But this was no ordinary mission, and the stakes were… frankly much lower than usual, but she had her pride to consider.

The voices from the foyer were growing dimmer, Stalwart and Y’shtola doing an admirable job of keeping their quarry tied down. It had been quite a surprise when the elusive sorceress had so readily offered her assistance, but according to Y’sthola it was enough of a personal matter for her to directly intervene. Which apparently meant taking one look at Stalwart’s plan, declaring it wouldn’t work and coming up with one of her own.

A few quick turns and the voices blurred into a meaningless murmur. Sanda was getting close now, thankfully undetected so far. But she was certain the target’s room would have its own defences. Sanda slowed her breathing as she crept closer, pressing her ear against the door just in case. No voices. No voices. No guards.

It was a simple enough matter to pick the lock and let herself in, slowly and carefully to avoid tripping anything. Sure enough, a razor-thin wire ran across the foot of the door-frame, likely linked to some unseen alarm. Or worse. Her target was the vindictive sort, after all. Sanda took a moment to get her bearings before moving further. The room was sparsely decorated. A threadbare rug just beyond the doorway. A few books scattered on a well-worn desk. A rack holding a gunblade and a pouch of ammunition to its side. A messily unmade bed and a tattered looking wardrobe. No other obvious traps, though. Simple enough to step over the wire, and…

Sanda froze. The rug. Hidden just barely within sight was a pressure plate, carefully disguised to look the same as the wood floor around it. Slowly, very slowly, Sanda put her foot directly beside the plate, followed just as slowly by the other. She’d have to thank Karasu for his… unorthodox training in the ways of trap detection later. Though given his particular nature, he might simply take it as a challenge to “reinforce” her learning.

Still, the prize was in sight. A tiny glass vial containing a measure of perfume. Not something she’d have expected from her target, but there was a special occasion coming up in the evening. With practised care and grace Sanda slipped the vial into her pouch and replaced it with an identical-looking version. Easy enough. Now she just had to-

Voices down the hall. Stalwart and Y’shtola, joined now by Alisaie. Trying to stall the target for as long as possible. Failing. No windows and only one door. Sanda was trapped. Only one thing for it then. Sanda dove for the wardrobe, swiftly opening the door and shutting it again behind her. Her small form gave her just enough room to hide inside it, though the clothes did not take kindly to being forced to accommodate her. A slim crack of light provided just enough of a glimpse into the room beyond as the door was flung open and Fareena Hagen stalked inside with a huff.

The viera cared nothing for the wire, smashing it with casual indifference and putting her foot directly on the pressure plate beyond it. As expected a thin wail began to sound, but Fareena made a frustrated gesture and it quickly dimmed to nothing. Sanda made a mental note of the gesture, just in case. Fareena quickly crossed the room to her bed, flopping down on top of it with a disgruntled noise. This could become a problem. If she meant to stay then Sanda could be in for an uncomfortable wait. Worse yet, she may decide on a change of clothes from her dusty travelling gear. Sanda was confident in her stealth, but not that confident.

Sure enough, Fareena spent several frustratingly long minutes doing nothing but staring at the ceiling of her room, apparently lost in thought. Then, quick as lightning she was on her feet again, suddenly full of energy. Crossing the distance to her wardrobe. Grasping the handles with intent. Sanda’s breath caught in her throat, tensing for the inevitable-

A knock at the door caught them both off-guard. Fareena paused for a moment, looking down at her clothes, then shrugged and went to answer the door. Thancred. Inviting himself in, making light conversation, offering a chance to catch up before the big night. Casting a subtle, knowing glance towards the wardrobe. Bastard. Fareena seemed pleased enough though, and soon enough the pair were out the door again.

Sanda waited for several more minutes, then shakily emerged. Too close. And she’d owe Thancred for that later, which always put a damper on things. How that damned rogue of all people could so easily notice her was the most irksome… Sanda forced a frustrated breath through her teeth. Focus. Get out first, worry about Thancred later. Taking care she didn’t need to take, Sanda slipped out of Fareena’s private room in the Rising Stones and made her way back to the foyer.

Stalwart and Alisaie were waiting for her, trying and failing not to look as if they were waiting for her. Y’shtola was doing a better job of it, looking remarkably disinterested in the arcane tome in front of her. “Well?” demanded Alisaie the moment Sanda was within range. Really, the girl had no concept of stealth whatsoever.

“It’s done,” she said, keeping her tone cool. She took pride in her work, but it helped nobody by crowing her achievements to all who could hear her. Alisaie’s eyes gleamed with excitement at the words nonetheless.

“Exceptional work,” came Y’shtola’s archly amused voice. “That concoction will take hours to wash off, and the whole time she’ll smell irresistible to every coblyn within a mile.” Y’shtola’s wicked smile was another warning never to cross her.

A lesson Fareena Hagen would soon learn the hard way.

[orcelito]

Little Tally has been plodding around and she was trying to get into a box earlier and she later came up to me and stared at me expectantly then later tried to eat my plants again and just now she came up to sit next to me purring again and leaning into my pets

The medicine really is making her feel better I think. And it's really highlighting how bad she Has been feeling. Bc these are all very basic things, but she hasn't been doing it. Even up to her little walk, the plodding sounds of her footsteps... before today, she was moving so stiffly, an awkward little shamble, so I couldn't even really hear her when she got up (which was nowhere near as much as normal). Something as simple as hearing her drinking water is making me emotional. If she starts yowling tonight when I go to bed I really might just cry.

I really hope this keeps up... she's got just one more day of meds, but maybe it'll be enough... I hope so...