#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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[savage-rhi]

Magenta 😟

[icewindandboringhorror]

Misc. photos from the past year or so ~

[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

[drengar]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | Accepting @wolfpackmuses asked: hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . + Reverse From Tokoyami to Keigo

Waking up in a hospital wasn't exactly anything new for him. Being a hero, Keigo was somewhat of a regular. Coupled with his side gig as a spy and missions not always going according to plan, it tended to happen more often than usual. It was to the point that he had certain expectations when he woke up.

His handler and PR agent were usually present when he either woke up and got wheeled in from an examination or surgery. Keigo usually assumed that they had bickered at some point since his PR agent was always huffy even as she fretted about him while his handler just kept his distance. It would be the usual rundown of relaying information once the doctors and nurses left so the two of them could get to work on a cover story and his handler could take what he learned back to the Commission. His handler would then leave with some stiff excuse while his PR agent made sure he was comfortable and had what he needed for his stay. From there it was the usual R&R treatment with his PR agent checking in and stopping by from time to time.

So when he woke up and things were drastically different, it sort of made him wonder if he was even awake. For one waking up to what he actually assumed was dull pain was sort of new. He could tell he was on some sort of painkillers but even for him to register the pain instead of just tuning it out like he normally did, was trained to do, made him acutely aware of the possible situation he was in. If he hadn't been in a near-death situation then Keigo would bet his entire Endeavor merch collection that he was damn close to one. When he did finally open his eyes, he wasn't that surprised to see and hear various machines around him that were monitoring various things. His vitals he assumed. What did surprise him was who was in the room with him.

Well, thinking about it a little, he shouldn't be that surprised that Tokoyami was with him. His memory was a little hazy but Keigo did remember his student coming in and saving him from Dabi. Anything that happened after or before was where his memory wasn't exactly great. There were fragments but that was about it. Seeing Tokoyami in a favor better condition than he was gave him a sense of relief.

Keigo opened his mouth to ask what had happened but right as he was about to utter a sound, it felt as if his throat got clogged. The end result was him coughing into the oxygen mask and vowing not to do that again until he saw a doctor. He made a vague motion to where he assumed a nightstand was and where he hoped his phone was as well.

[shadesandrollerblades]

@jocundcompany​

Going through Kalos feels like deja vu, though he doesn’t get solid memories in place for the most part. But the further he goes, the more he feels he’s done this before, he’s seen this play out before. It wrecks his heart to be walking through Parfum Palace and the man he knows to be his father, doesn’t recognize him in the least. Their relationship had been terrible frankly, but the fact that he knows this to be true and then it suddenly wasn’t, it tears him apart. The only thing worse is when he runs into Dani who doesn’t know him at all anymore, and Reggie... something about Reggie’s presence even if he had remembered Xavier, something hurts about it much more than anything else.

He was about to head into Route 10 when the Holo Caster rings-- seems Professor Sycamore wants to see him in person to talk about his Pokedex. It’s a bit of a walk back but he doesn’t really mind it honestly, it gives him a little time to think before he faces him again. Always was...weird to see him and Lysandre, which he really hates the way he feels over that. Why does everything have to feel so off with everyone he knows? He knows these people and cares deeply for them.

Even Lysandre was proving to be nice, even though Xavier can’t help feeling somehow afraid of him. 

He wanders into Lumiose with Error at his side, still a Porygon2 since the accidental evolution the last time he’d been at the lab. Making pleasant beeps as he roamed with him, though hesitating in front of the lab.

“I don’t blame you for stopping, last time you were here things were kind of odd huh?” He smiles comfortingly back at his pokemon. “Nothing to worry about though, I think the professor will be used to your quirks this time.”

“XA-V-IER?” Error asks with a tilt of the head, making the trainer shudder and pat him.

“Try to call me Calem in there, I know it’s not right, but we have to work with it for now.”

He gave a solemn beep, before following Xavier into the lab.

[crewofthegoldrush]

but could we meet by the first of july

Rating: T / PG-13

Campaign Setting: Eberron / Around Khovaire in Fifty Days

Summary:

'It's not as bad as it looks.'

'Really, cause it looks pretty bad.' Monty was a bit surprised she had even answered. Her soulmate had been quiet for quite some time now. 'My MOM even stopped me to ask if you were okay.'

A few beats go by. 'And did she also notice the hickeys all over your neck the other day?'

[lord I've been prayin', for somebody I've never seen]

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[content warning for various injury related scars]

i told myself I would never write a soulmate au, like i just never wanted to go there y’know, but the tried and true "you share the same markings on your skin as your soulmate" works perfectly with aberrant marks and I couldn't put it down. We've never exactly dwelled on how our aberrant character feels about being so, so I wanted to take a shot at it going in the angsty route. Eberron created a really complex yet so very marginalized group of people, and I wanted to dig a bit into how unfair the world is for them.

not as many pc & npc cameos in this one, I tried a different style that's more serious & vague than usual - but apparently I've decided demetrius is my comic relief

[damnprecious]

I love how some of my most used recipes are super vague and then every time I try to bake them I despair over simple things such as 'why hasn't anyone written down a baking time'

[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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[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