#you don't need to match how long it is

[carlosreyeswrites]

Freddie remembered a time where all he could think about was his ex-boyfriend and subsequently that made him over-think everything that happened at the time. His ex boyfriend ignored him for the longest time after they split making Freddie think he was the problem. Nowadays, looking back he couldn't see too many faults on his own side. Freddie couldn't remember coming across a bad boyfriend to his ex at all. "I don't want you to think you are my second option because that's not true at all." Freddie had chose to come to Theo's tonight. He didn't want to be anywhere else. Freddie closed his eyes as the phone started to ring again. It was failing to go silent. He watched as Theo reached for his phone and accepted the call before tossing it into his hands. His own mouth open and closed like a fish - not ready to take this call. "Quit calling me, dude. I don't care - I don't want to hear any of those damn excuses." He shot an apologetic look over at Theo. He didn't want to take this call next to him. "This isn't anything anymore. I stopped chasing whatever we were becoming when you decided that I wasn't even worth a text back. No I'm not at home right now. Who am I with? None of your concern."

Theo scoffs at that because how can that be true? He's never been one to hide how he feels. It's always written all over his face. Heart on his sleeve. "You do deserve that." Theo nods thoughtfully. "And so do I." He murmurs softly. The silence hangs between them then. Until the phone is ringing again and Theo wants to scream. He reaches for the phone and picks up the call. Theo tosses it towards Freddie and stares. "Tell him." Theo mouths.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[canisalbus]

Different Italian anon, but the thing with Tuscan C is that it's pronounced like a very strong H sound, which is extra weird cuz the letter H makes no sound in Italian, normally. It sounds the way Spanish pronounce the J. We say it's "aspirato". So then people from there will say things like Hoha Hola (coca cola), and it's funny. It's also extremely contagious, I got family in Florence, you spend 3 days with them you start doing it too before you even realize.

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[partyparade]

It warms my heart to see more follower oc x aym or follower oc x baal ships(or platonic interactions)

[the-gayest-show]

i LOVE procrastinating this is fun i KNOW i have assignments to do but i cannot bring myself to do them. i am actually bored out of my mind. i have assignments to do and im bored. i COULD do assignments but i can't be bothered to start

and then im stressed as i realize ive eaten my whole day up doing nothing. is this laziness? i heard being lazy meant relaxing but im doing everything but these assignments. and i feel awful

[savage-rhi]

Magenta 😟

[icyrambles]

[icewindandboringhorror]

Found a very cool pastel cat sweater at the bins but I have literally nothing that matches it well, so I always struggle to make outfits with it lol

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[keeps-ache]

little soup cans are some of the neatest things we have, wish there were more soup-can-like things in this world

[ensnchekov-a]

@therapardalis, indy jones starter

The university had been kind enough to grant Pavel's extended leave of absence without it negatively impacting his path to graduation. He was fully ready to argue with them and sit the final exams right then and there to prove he would be fine, that the few weeks he needed off to return to Russia for personal affairs would not set him back, but the deans could not argue with top marks and additional research efforts on top of it.

One less headache to worry about.

He'd spent about eight days of this extended leave dealing with the legal affairs of the responsibility thrust upon him by his great-grandfather's passing before leaving it to lawyers and stepping back. Cleaning, paperwork, junk removal, taking care of the estate—the responsibilities grew like the heads of a hydra, two more for every one he tackled.

Pavel did not need a home full of ghosts and junk—it was part of the reason why he ran to America to pursue his education in the first place—he only needed money to cover what the grants wouldn't and keep food on the table.

Selling it all, however, meant unboxing things, throwing out what wouldn't be worth the time and effort, and sorting through the rest on the off-chance there was anything he wanted to bring back with him. There had been an old wooden box in particular, one explicitly mentioned in the paperwork, that demanded Pavel's attention. Four days after he plucked the legal burdens from his shoulders, he finally had the chance to sit down and pry it open.

The leather-bound notebook was first to catch his attention. Flipping it open, Pavel was met with walls of text, some in what he assumed was his great-grandfather's handwriting, the rest in a language he had no hope in deciphering. The letters curved in ways he was unfamiliar with, but he could tell just at a glance that it was old, older even than Old Slavonic. There was something heavy wrapped in thick burlap, the fabric dirty and frayed.

Pavel couldn't help but unwrap it, only to furrow his brows at the strange item. The contents were just puzzling enough to delay his return to America even longer in favour of finding this woman mentioned in the journal, this Thera Pardalis, who supposedly worked in England.

So for the fourth time since this all began, he boarded a flight, bound this time for Heathrow.

If I never have to get on a plane again, it will be too soon, Pavel thinks as he turns down the first block to his right, a plain black backpack slung over his shoulders, heavy with the weight of the box's contents. Customs was a nightmare, the accents were something new to get used to, and he hardly knew left from right in a place like this.

London was a huge sprawling city he'd seen only briefly as a backdrop in films or in old photographs about the wars.

For a man with such a strong sense of direction, this was hell. He'd asked three different people for directions to the British Museum before finally reaching the extravagant building that looked like it belonged more in Greece than here in London.

Hurrying inside, Pavel tightens his hold on the strap of his backpack and approaches one of the museum curators. He asks after this woman, this Thera, and is promptly waved off to the next room with only a description of her to go off of.

Following those instructions, he spots a woman that appears to fit the description given to him standing by one of the exhibits and approaches. "You—You are Thera? I am Pavel Chekov. I have questions; I need to speak to you."

[tj-crochets]

oh my goodness thank you for answering that so quickly wow! that’s exactly i was looking for honestly, i go to fabric stores all the time and i’ve worked with different fabrics for embroidery projects and the like so i feel pretty good when it comes to fabric it’s the patterns and just where to begin that was stumping me. i know this is super ambitious but i was looking to do the character momoo from one piece. he’s in like 4 episodes and never shows up again but i love him so much and i need a small version of him to hold gentle like burger. obviously trying to make him from scratch would be super ambitious which is why i was looking for basics to work up my confidence, understanding, and skill. the resource you’ve provided seem like an excellent place to start, i’m going to look at it a little closer in the morning when i’m not so sleepy but this is already making me super exciting to start learning a new skill! thank you so much again!!!!

You're so welcome! Sewdesune's free patterns and tutorials are so great, and I am always happy to share them with people (honestly her paid patterns are also great, but I learned to sew from her free patterns so I'm a bit biased lol) I had to look up momoo but from what I'm seeing, there are four patterns I'd use as the starting point to making a momoo pattern, and luckily enough all four are free! And all four are sewdesune patterns, which is a big plus for anyone new to sewing - For the head, I'd use her free cow pattern, and just size it up or down to match the rest of the pattern (I did that when I used the cow head for the baby minotaur, and there's a great tutorial on how to scale patterns up or down here) - For the body, I'd take a look at the other three patterns and decide how stylized I want the end product to be. On the simpler end of the scale, there are the narwhal and seal patterns. If you leave off the face applique (and narwhal horn) and sew a cow head (that's been sized to fit) it's a pretty decent simplified pattern for momoo. On the slightly more complex end of the scale, there's the free koi fish pattern. I'd do a similar "leave off the appliques and add a cow head" method, maybe grab the flippers from the seal pattern, and topstitch the flippers and the tail fins for those ridges. I'd probably also lengthen the dorsal fin pattern and do some topstitching there as well Oh one more note for you and anyone else getting into sewing plushies: air soluble fabric markers are great. You can trace pattern pieces onto fabric, you don't have to worry about pinning the patterns in place and the pinning distorting the stretchy fabric, and if you have tricky seams to sew you can draw the seam on the fabric before you sew it so you can follow it easier. And they are air soluble, so you don't have to try to erase it or worry about it showing through! The only downside I've found is that they seem to only come in purple, which is not visible against dark fabrics. For dark fabrics I use silver sharpies. Have fun sewing, and let me know if you have any more questions! I'm happy to help. Also, more generally, if anyone would want a momoo plushie next time I do a fundraising raffle let me know, because I am extremely tempted to make one

[bylightofdawn]

S C R E A M

Writing this Cody and Rex reunion has me going absolutely feral. I am legit listening to my sad romance breakup/makeup playlist on Spotify.

Not because I'm shipping Codex here but the vibes its the vibes of this scene.

No one warned Cody that Rex was alive because they either didn't know (Slick) or just assumed he'd been told (Echo and Gregor)

Meanwhile Rex knew and legit hauled ass from the other end of the galaxy but hasn't allowed himself to really believe it until he actually saw Cody.

I might vibrate through time and space because the emotions I am experiencing while writing this scene is gonna send me into another dimension. I just love my Rex and Cody reunion scenes which is why I wrote that purely self-indulgent post Geonosis Cody lands on planet after the battle trying to keep his shit together while trying to find out of Rex survived his first battle without him.

Which...Imma go re-read real quick so I can make some call backs cause ugh that fic also gives me all the feels.

EDIT: Ahahahaahahh I'd FORGOTTEN I'd written Slick into Dulce so it's kinda a perfect linear circle

[emometalhead]

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[alotinone]

for @fightwing had it only been himself burce had to think for he would already have gotten required nutrition his body, and be in the batcave looking through city surveillance footage. as while he preferred food to be good tasting, but he also knew it was a luxury and all he allowed himself to really care about was what his body needed. alfred himself drawing the line was the main reason why bruce didn't consume most of his food in a blended shake form for the ease of things.... but even if it was something he was fine with allowing himself to eat that way.... getting a child to also eat it... both the inner voice of his butler and the real one had outright shoot down that idea before he could really even think it. although the butler had also for once not left any ready to warm meals in the frigde, which he usually did, in the rare times he did travel. but he had left it fully stocked that bruce objectively knew that there was more then one meal that could be made... he was just struggling to come up with anything but the different versions of the same nutrition sludge he himself might eat.

all of this would have been an struggle by it's own, but to add to it was the nerves of being alone with the child in a mundane situation . " - so what would you like to eat ? " bruce heard himself ask. while he thought himself to be rather good at speaking in social situations as bruce wayne. the playful mask was easy to put on ( although a bit painful ) .... that was not one he could or wanted to put in front of the boy but it wasn't like he could put on the mask of batman in the moment... or ? .....no he couldn't, the voice of an inner alfred shot that idea down quickly.

[auntie-browning]

@tetralined continued from X

Sparks flew as the thunderous bang of .30-06 AP methodically played like drums of war. Yet, despite the deafening shock and awe she consistently pumped out, the doll was at risk of easily being overrun. Every bullet that brought down one of those foul beasts only worked to bring in three more to take its place. Her will was undeterred but she had very well accepted this would be her end right then and there as these mechanical beasts further encroached upon her position.

Only a miracle could even hope to save her-

And fortunately for her, it seemed some god had answered her prayer. She wasn’t entirely sure what had hit her first, the light of the explosion, the shockwave that would follow, or the kicked up grey powder of concrete dust that was sprayed everywhere as a result. To be quite frank, she didn’t care either way. Not so when it had stopped the faucet tap of Raptures darting towards her or the miracle that she came unharmed from such a close explosion.

Life had been good to her right there, but it was far from over considering those mechanical bastards would probably pick up on the large amount of noise. Which means that little stunt would be all for nothing if they didn’t capitalize on the opportunity. As such, the doll didn’t hesitate to pull herself out of the crumbling building, hobbling through the thick opaque cloud with a hacking cough.

She wasn’t quite sure what she would find on the other side but the sight seemed a little more to her surprise. A lone woman carrying what seemed to be nothing more than a grenade launcher. Effective but most likely quite cumbersome, especially at closer ranges.

“Cough cough -Ack! Don’t shoot, don’t shoot!”

Browning quickly shouted, raising one of her arms up while she sprinted out of the dust cloud and over to her fellow blond down the street.

“We need to get out of here! That sound probably signaled more of those…things to come over here! I’m running low on ammo and I don’t think the two of us will even punch a dent against the onslaught they can bring!"