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emberwritesinsight · 7 months

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Idk if there were any Student Council meetings during whatever amount of time Chu-Chu and Saionji were body-swapped, but if there were, I think the rest of the Council is definitely mean enough that they would make Saionji attend as a little monkey

They wouldn't even get anything done they would just laugh at him

#to be clear. i mean 'mean' affectionately #well. mostly. touga's on thin ice #juri and miki though? fully affectionate they've earned this #enduring student council meetings with saionji AND touga? nightmare scenario #miki in particular i think it would be really funny to see his general niceness just go OUT THE WINDOW #he would be the first one laughing if only because juri and touga have better poker faces #JURI IS THE ONLY STUCO MEMBER WHO WASN'T THERE FOR THE SECOND EXPLOSION. IMAGINE BEING HER AND HAVING THIS EXPLAINED TO YOU #on a related note. anthy definitely put chu-chu!saionji in the washing machine ''accidentally'' at least once #revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #rgu #sku #kyouichi saionji #saionji kyouichi #chu chu #chu-chu #touga kiryuu #kiryuu touga #juri arisugawa #arisugawa juri #miki kaoru #kaoru miki

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zrrion · 4 months

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"There are horrible war things in this world" He continued, stepping down yet another step, "That, through their ability to put absolute power within mortal reach, cannot be allowed to exist yet are powerful enough that destruction is not possible. We've tried to destroy some of them and only succeeded once, though that was largely by accident. Gods what a mess that was!"

After about 15 minutes of descending, and 15 minutes of mostly ignored rambling, the 2 of them finally got to the bottom of the stairs and found themselves in a small room. On the wall to their left was a grandfather clock fashioned from black stone, to their right was a small potted plum tree, and directly in front of them was a large reddish marble door.

"I want you to clear your mind and close your eyes. Picture for me a white circle. Can you see it?"

"Aye, I see it."

"good, now I want you to imagine that circle in the middle of a wheat field. The breeze is blowing through the trees and the wheat is rippling almost like the ocean. Imagine the colour of the wheat swaying in the wind."

"Now still keep that circle in your mind but concentrate on the insects flying in the field, the sound of the birds. There is something in the circle now. You do not look at the thing in the circle, it is in your peripheral vision only. You do not recognize the thing in the circle. There is a deer walking slowly alongside the treeline in the distance. You can only just make it out silhouetted against the sky as it slowly walks over the top of a hill and out of sight."

"I don't like this anymore."

"The birds have stopped singing."

"I want to open my eyes."

"You do not look at the circle, it is in your peripheral vision only. You reach into the circle. You grasp the thing inside it. You do not recognize the thing in your hands. You are not looking at the thing in your hands. You do not see its eyes."

"You pull it out of the circle and into the field."

"Please!"

"The wheat is a beautiful gold, sparkling almost in the evening sunlight. Do you see it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Keep your hand gripped tight and open your eyes."

As the two of them opened their eyes the door began to slowly swing open with an eerie silence. The junior of the 2 had blood running from where their nails had dug into their palm. The grandfather clock still wasn't moving. Neither of them commented on that as they walked through the door and into the main chamber of the facility. The man behind the front desk was busy pouring over a large book and did not acknowledge them as they walked past.

"And that is the key to the front door. You will need to do that every time you come down here for your shift. Your locker also has a lock. If you want you can come up with a key for it but I just leave mine unlocked. If a thief gets this deep in the facility they aren't gonna steal your spare set of gloves or whatever you keep in there. Once you've got your locker situation figured out talk to Alger at the front desk, you'll be working with him today."

#wheelbreaker #red star ice machine company #I really like the idea of one of those visualization calming exercises but doing it creates a tangible connection #and also that those kinds of exercises would be a key for a magical lock #like how are you gonna pick a lock where the key is coming up with a specific mindfulness exercise #especially one like this where doing it wrong has consequences™#the possibility of a mind-lock like this implies the possibility of an un-secure lock. A sign on the wall says #don't think about elephants #and the lock in that room is the thought of an elephant. Now you've opened the trap door and you've fallen into a pit of spikes

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themandylion · 11 months

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I've decided that (between fighting Red Robin's bad guys and Moneyspider trying to go rogue on the side), Lonnie and Tim co-mod like... an online server/community help board/coding school for disadvantaged youth to try and get them interested in computer science. (It would be offline also, but Tim's face is hella recognizable and Lonnie is unfortunately still stuck in a coma.)

Lonnie is constantly trying to teach the kids basic hacking stuff and Tim keeps shutting him down (not literally though because that would be hella rude). ...but then Tim is like. Oh no. It would be very unfortunate. If you were to figure out how to pirate movies/TV shows/etc. from these huge corporations who are shitty to their employees. And every once in a while he maybe looks the other way while Lonnie shows the kids how to hack a global megacorporation and redistribute some of the wealth to the masses—look, Bruce, he can run your stupid company or he can babysit Lonnie Machin 24/7, he can't do both, this is on you.

It annoys the heck out of Bruce, because ugh, he is trying to set up some sort of Wayne Foundation scholarship associated with Tim and Lonnie's... whatever it is, but it'll look really bad if WF is associated with what is essentially a hacker school. (He is so proud of them and all the good they do and wants an excuse to brag to the world but also the optics :\ )

#headcanon #Tim Drake #Lonnie Machin #Red Robin #Moneyspider #Tim & Lonnie's School for Disadvantaged Nerds #every time Lonnie floats the idea of targeting WE Tim reminds him that WE treats its employees AND customers excellently #follows all state + fed regs and then some; gives back to the community; hires based on skill instead of nepotism (w/ 1 big exception); etc #and Lonnie is like UGH ok I guess we can give your shitty Fortune 500 dayjob a pass THIS time but your billionaire dad is on thin ice >:|#and Tim just laughs and nods and tells him “I know I'm the one who put him there” eyyyyy

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helloworldjj · 5 months

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god I love when rui speaks english

rAhHhhHaksjkajdjs the way he says “snowman” <333

AND HES SO HAPPY TO MESS AROUND W TSUKASA TOO :’D

god I love this ourple man

#shunichi toki better be getting paid so much istg #also Rui says ‘ice candles’ in english in another one of his winter messages #but tumblr only allows one video #btw im also a high pressure washing machine enjoyer #he’s just so silly i love him so much #give him more things to say in english #PLEASE COLORPAL I BEG #project sekai #pjsk #colorful stage #hatsune miku: colorful stage #rui kamishiro

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themuseoftheviolets · 22 days

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had a very big day at work today i learned how to reset an ice cream machine and finally made a complaint about one of my coordinators to a manager. feeling very accomplished

#ice cream machines actually fascinate me i always take any chance to have this one trainer at work teach me to work on it #and i've had ENOUGH of this bitch of a coordinator so. seeing as trying to resolve issues with her doesn't work i've resorted to complaining #to the managers about the situation. if she hates me complaining to her so much she doesn't have to worry anymore. bc from MY mouth she #won't hear another word #diary entry

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araneitela · 1 month

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I ran out of coffee beans. /glares into camera

It's officially time for 6 hot chocolates today.

#[ ooc. ] don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.#[ me at my own tag: you mean coffee? ]#[ i can't exist without coffee. i mean i have black tea but it's not the same. ]#[ it's not the same. ]#[ god i'm gonna miss /this/ coffee. because this machine came with this pre-furnished apartment. ]#[ but i'll invest one day. ]#[ mental note: just remember the vanilla ice cream makes even instant coffee incredible sae. ]#[ okay but i refuse to go to the store rn. like i don't need to go. ]#[ but aLSO COFFEE? ugh. ]#[ life is stressing me out a bit-- like coffee please why run out 😭 ]

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orcelito · 2 months

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I think I cried harder today over my dad's jackets than I did at his deathbed. That was a miserable time of course, a memory that will likely be seared into my brain until I die, but I cried... I think a normal amount, all things considered. More than I ever usually do of course, but I typically don't cry At All. All this free crying is certainly surreal.

The jackets, though. I was put in charge of doing his laundry, because we don't want to pack up dirty clothes. I was expecting it to be unpleasant bc my dad's dirty clothes - gross. But really, it was much more unpleasant in that... those were his. It felt wrong to touch them. Felt wrong to treat his jackets as gross. Because they were just his jackets. They weren't even in the hamper. And then I was remembering him wearing them, and then I was crying. Again. And again. Weeping over these damn jackets.

Then I found a shirt on his bed that still smelled like him. It smelled like a Hug From Dad. And that set me off crying even harder.

In total, I think I cried like 6 times within 40 minutes. It took me that long to finish sorting the damn clothes bc I just. Was a wreck. Like, what are you supposed to do when you're living life like normal, vaguely hopeful bc you're taking steps to secure your own happiness, and then 4 days later you're sorting your dad's laundry because he fucking died. Suddenly. Without a goodbye.

And you have to worry about his lack of a will (even under an ideal situation, only 2 heirs and no conflicts between us, probate's a fucking Bitch), and arranging the funeral, and prepping his obituary, and picking out pictures, and writing a speech bc you want to talk at his funeral, of Course you want to talk at his funeral, but even just thinking about anecdotes you could share has you crying yet again.

I've cried more times in the past 3 days than likely the entirety of last YEAR. And that's WITH my cat, and uncle, and family friend dying. Those all hurt, my uncle most of all, & I was real fucked up over it. But this? This was my Dad. Likely the person I'd have named 2nd closest to me in my life, second only to my sister. He wasn't perfect, but he did so much for me throughout my entire life. All he wanted was to raise us to be happy and independent. And he accomplished it, we're getting by without him, but we still wanted several more decades with him. He was only 57. We should've gotten several more decades with him.

But here we are now. Playing investigators to his life, digging into all his shit, trying to find documents and take inventory of all his things, and learning Many things about him in the process. In his lockbox of sensitive documents, like his SSN and birth certificate and all that stuff, we found an old letter. About a decade old now, written in my hand. Right at the very top, we found that he'd kept the letter I wrote to him telling him frankly about my struggles and the things I wanted him to do better. He kept it. He tried to take it to heart. He looked at it again, sometime more recently than all the rest of the documents. That was on top.

His love for us is evident everywhere. The pictures he has hanging up all over the place, majority of them with us in them. The old fathers day cards placed on display in his bedroom bookshelf. The gifts we gave him, even stupid little knick knacks, placed around his apartment with pride. I wish we'd taken more videos of him. I don't want to forget the sound of his voice. I don't want to forget his smell either, the smell of a Hug From Dad, but I still tossed that shirt into the wash even though it felt like saying yet another goodbye.

It's the suddenness that hurts the most, I think. We were planning on having him help me finally get my license this year. My final words to him, the last thing he would've seen from me, were messages asking up on whether he'd called his car insurance company to make sure there wouldn't be problems. I should've called him more. I don't know if I'm going to learn from this.

I cut my 2 weeks off early to have time to grieve and to work on things for the funeral and settling the estate. The last thing I'd wanna do right now is selling fucking bubble tea in a job I already decided to leave. So here I am without a job, though with potentially two life insurance policy payouts to come. Inheriting half his 401k. Inheriting couches, knickknacks, keepsakes, paintings, art pieces, maybe even his guitar and other furniture if we can figure out what to do about space (I don't have room for this furniture, I don't know if I even have room for the couches, but God do I want to keep so much of this furniture). It has me even considering keeping one of his guns, just one. A tiny little revolver, it sits so comfortably in my hand. I don't even want to use it for anything. I just want to have it, keep it stored in a drawer with its ammo kept separate. I don't like guns, but this is a part of him. He loved collecting guns. He was about as responsible with them as someone can be, keeping them locked in a lockbox and impressing upon his children the importance of gun safety (I've known the basic gun safety rules ever since I was a little kid. Of course, of course, of course.) It reminds me of him. It's horrifically easy to have a gun in Indiana. I apparently don't even need a permit to carry anymore. (I have no intention to ever carry this in public.)

It's all a cycle. Business, grief, thoughts about my future. Round and round, like the most nauseating carousel in existence. I don't know how I'm still so functional. My skills with compartmentalization have been my lifesaver.

And im just thinking about the story my dad's best friend shared today. About a friend of theirs who lost her father. She reached out after hearing about my dad to share his words with her: "it's okay to grieve, but don't make his death your life".

He explicitly referenced himself in this, saying if he were to die suddenly that he wouldn't want us to define ourselves by it. Grief is expected, but he wants us to be able to move on. He's always wanted us to establish ourselves and make ourselves happy. He wouldn't want to be a weight holding us back from that.

So every time I start to feel guilty for thinking about having nicer furniture or using his life insurance payout to fund the rest of my college, I remind myself of that. Thinking about the material isn't a bad thing. I'm only human. And in the end, he'd Want me to be thinking about it. He never intended to die, certainly not without warning like this, so he would've only encouraged me being pragmatic about it all.

He only ever wanted us to be happy. So I need to do what I can to live up to that.

I love him. I miss him already.

#speculation nation #negative/#this got really long on accident. but i think typing this out was really helpful for me.#getting the thoughts out. processing. the works.#nearly cried several times just from writing this.#...and honestly i might reference this again when i start seriously writing my eulogy.#things suck a Lot right now. and i really wish they were different.#feels like i picked a bad choice in a video game and am now seeing the Bad Ending or whatever #all i need to do is reload a previous save. it's all still there. perfectly preserved in my memories.#but... that's all gone. as suddenly and unfair as it is ive been thrust into a new chapter of my life so thoroughly.#it's not all bad though. he wasnt prepared for dying so it's been hell to prepare for him #we dont know if we'll even be able to get into his fucking iphone. stupid piece of shit.#but he had life insurance. he had a union job. and That comes with benefits #(something about a year's salary going to the family. aka half a year's salary to Me. and isnt That mind boggling.)#as much as it hurts im going to be realistic about it. im going to do what i need to finish my education.#and im going to use it as a springboard for finally becoming a 'proper adult'.#the kind who could own a nice kitchen fridge. one with an ice machine on the front of the door #and freezers in the drawers.#maybe then i could think about getting motorcyle lessons. not from my dad as i originally wanted #but i wanna keep the family biker spirit alive. i wanted it even before he died. and now i want it even more.#ive had so so many thoughts. it's only been 3 days. ive had to emotionally numb myself several times just to Get Through It.#everything is exacerbated. my mom wants to go to the funeral. we will have to fight her on this. my dad Hated her.#and i certainly dont fucking want her around either. not then. not when im talking about my dad.#(my dad. my Dad. i saw him die. i felt him cold. i do not regret it. it still hurts me.)#it's overwhelming. i loved him so fucking much. even with his flaws he was truly an amazing father.#i'll... shut up now. if you read this far. well. hug your loved ones a little tighter. you never know when youll lose them.

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musubiki · 9 months

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limes “I’ll grab us something for dinner on the way home <3″ for mochi meant to be romantic and domestic and soft but he forgot that everyone also lives there too and he needs to grab dinner for everyone, so he gets text from coco/oscar/taffy with lengthy orders and ends up coming home annoyed and tired with 5 bags of mcdonalds takeout

#lime leaving the house: haha shes so cute. i love her.#then gets like 10 texts #(youre grabbing dinner???!! can i get a happy meal with large fries and one of the little dog toys and a milkshake and--)#standing in line at mcdonalds full uniform #(ice cream machine broke)

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5mind · 4 months

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👻 [[ Fivemind gets a ghost

Send one of the following to turn my muse into: 👻 - A ghost

The building in which the supercomputer once resided , and was bound to, was all but demolished. Word was that they were making way for another addition in a chain of hotels. (Or was it an apartment building?)

And yet the fragmented remains of a self live on. Cellphones received calls from a number that doesn't exist. Text messages invited the recipient to some sort of hero show at a venue that was long defunct.

A certain user on a forum dedicated to tokusatsu re-emerged after years of absence. Except this time they seemed...confused, mixing up dates and names. But trying to reach out all the same.

Residents living closer to the recently demolished building reported instances of their computers booting up by themselves, sometimes waking up to find their browser history filled with enquiries on robotics and mechanics. A few, however, insisted they found torrents of subtitled hero shows in their downloads.

Something lingered, something that was spread out through connections made by men and carried through by machinery. And that something may have lost itself but it hasn't lost it's will to live.

#grandgrief #[ ic : one in five ]#(( ghost in the machine ? no....ghost IS the machine #(( this is sooooo an au idfk #(( sorry this took a while lol

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ghoulaxyart · 2 years

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“WHERES MY MCFLURRY?!”

#god lol I never want context #the loki series #loki bts #loki #Loki fixes the ice cream machine so now it’s the only one working consistently in the whole world

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mildlywarmafternoon · 1 year

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This is how the game went, right?

#pirate101 #p01 #p101 art #based on that one image with the iced tea machine

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alwayshappyhoursomewhere · 6 months

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Cup of China 2023 - Adam Siao Him Fa and Shoma Uno during the men’s victory ceremony

#this photo is everything to me I want to frame it put it on my wall stare at it forever #i’ve been lowkey hoping for something like this the whole off season watching adam’s ig and following him posting about his training #I love this boy and I love that he’s the kind of person who keeps quiet and works hard to get what he wants (like shoma)#and I do love his skating - his two programs were my favorite last season after shoma’s #but he really clicked for me at worlds on that first monday of practice (ik I will never shut up about this sorry)#was it the last group of men? it was pretty late and adam went in the group after shoma #and I was already shaky after seeing shoma practice with my very eyes #the way shoma practices is really like a machine - relentless and single-minded and unstoppable #and that night he was really hitting it (and popping a lot of jumps but he was still not holding back)#I think it was the night shoma did more jumping passes than the rest of the other men put together #and then adam’s group came out #and I ended up being unable to look away from adam because I saw much of the same qualities in him #and it went through my mind that of all the guys I’d seen there he was the one that reminded me the most of shoma #(lol it’s always shoma in the end isn’t it)#(and I love that shoma had already recognized his qualities too)#(I was so devastated when worlds went the way they did for adam sdghjkk)#but last season he still didn’t have what it took to fight at the same level with the guys at the top - or the consistency #that’s why this win feels so precious and meaningful #adam kept it together and delivered once more - it wasn’t just another one-time win in france #and to do it like that! tired from back to back assignments jetlagged and with boot issues!! On bad ice!!!#he knew that if shoma went clean it would have been hard or impossible for him to win #but he went for it with all he had and fought hard - i teared up towards the end because I was so worried he’d let his sp mistake get to hi #can’t wait for gpf but no matter how adam does there I’m so proud of him 😭#this was hard for me to watch because I also wanted shoma to win but I think Adam needed it more and it ended up being a deserved win #and I think it will motivate shoma for nhk and I’m so here for it! or literally: will be so there for it afsghjjfghgdh aaaaaaaaahhh #adam siao him fa #shoma uno

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camgirlkaminari · 1 year

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hey my friends and i are watching the bnha musical where kurogiri is basically shiggy's vape pen but with glowing eyes (in real he's a smoke machine we think) and we were wondering what flavour vape he is? i thought you would know the answer to this.

ok so first of all, SO glad you came to me with this. this is so important. initially, my first impulse was to say OBVIOUSLY since he is purble, he must taste like grape. but then i was like no that's too obvious. too simple. perhaps he is blackberry. or funnier, watermelon breeze. or whatever. but I can't choose there's so many hilarious flavors he could be. my man is the reanimated corpse of a seventeen year old who is in charge of a bunch of unhinged 20 somethings, perhaps he is whatever Slapple Menthol™ must be. or, considering this is shiggy smoking this man, perhaps he is a clove situation: no tobacco, all spice (all the sigma males smoke clove.) eventually, defeated, i had to consult my crack team of scientists (goof chat) on this matter and it was very much a consensus:

he purble. so he taste like