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floridaboiler · 2 months
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kirby-the-gorb · 2 months
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hidefdoritos · 5 months
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GUYS GUESS WHAT
I took my friend (who doesn't get out much and needs to have a quiet retreat space) to the library today.
I FORGOT HOW RAD THE LIBRARY IS.
-My library has private rooms with locking doors that you check out with your library card and then have keycard access to.
-These rooms are made of plexiglass for Obvious Reasons, but still. Rooms.
-I checked out a Lounge space and, guys, it's a balcony.
-It's over the main entrance to the library so you can see everyone coming in and out. The door locks so it's private, but it's also open air to the tall ceilings and has SO MUCH natural light.
-literally so much natural light the one exterior wall is floor-to-ceiling windows with a view over a fountain and a courtyard and the local shopping district. the sunset was rad.
-My laptop connected directly to the WiFi.
-There were so many people there! There are chairs spread throughout and a bunch of computers and people just chilled and hung out!
-My friend was thrilled to be able to navigate a quiet space with strangers who didn't speak to her, and then to have a retreat space.
-My library also has a Makerspace (!!!) and a Cricut machine (!!!) and I can email someone and get trained in how to use it!
-Someone was in the recording booth and I couldn't tell what she was reading but it sounded cool.
-There's a whole room along the side of the upstairs that's just for teens. Like literally just. The sign says that if you're not a teenager you should see the staff for other rooms. There wasn't anyone there when I stuck my head in but there's a giant whiteboard and orb-style chairs and
-sorry I forgot to mention that my balcony has not only a couch but also several big comfy chairs (like, I can sit on my chair and put my feet on it too and balance my book on my knees and it's STILL not too small of a chair) and a couple coffee tables and a corner where the sunlight isn't direct y'all it's so nice
-I'm so glad my tax dollars went to this, guys. We're stuck on campus for Thanksgiving break and we desperately needed to go somewhere that didn't cost money.
-for as much as I get on about the necessity of Third Spaces, you think I'd remember this.
-I also found out my friend likes Agatha Christie novels. She read me a section while I washed dishes tonight, and I think I'm gonna like them too.
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youtappedout · 1 month
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crescentfool · 9 months
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it's mochizuki monday! have... whatever these are... (inspirations under the cut)
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Sonic prime season 2 ending real
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antimonyandthyme · 5 months
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martian; retirement (as told by oscar)
They do a massive barbecue at the end of Seb’s visit. Mark’s steaks have been soaking in some special homemade marinade for precisely six hours. He’s got enough potatoes to feed a farm.
He forgets the salad.
“You forgot the salad,” Seb says. He sounds absolutely delighted. He’s sounded this way ever since Mark picked him up at the airport. But even more so at the moment. “All that talk about this being the best meal I’ll get this side of town, and you forgot the salad.”
“He’ll never let me live this down,” Mark says.
“I won’t,” Seb confirms.
Oscar owes it to Mark to help, just a little bit. “Isn’t there a Woolworths just around the corner?”
Mark’s face does something very funny. It takes a moment for Oscar to realize Mark’s sulking, like he’s genuinely upset he has to get salad from a store. Like it’s not going to be good for Seb or something. As if Mark could put a burnt steak in front of Seb, and Seb wouldn’t eat as if his life depended on it. How do you go from crashing into each other to this?
Seb checks Mark in the hip, and pries the tongs out of Mark’s unwilling hand. Oscar watches as their fingers tangle, not so briefly, before they separate. “I won’t let the meat burn, I promise.”
Mark sighs, and goes to grab the car keys.
“Do me a favour,” Seb says, “accompany him for me, will you? Don’t let him get lost at the salad bar.”
“Do my best,” Oscar says. Something in Seb’s tone makes Oscar look. Really look. At Mark standing in front of the chilled chafing dishes containing coleslaw and mixed greens.
At Mark staring right past, lost in thought.
Oscar reaches for a takeout container, and ladles a heap of Caesar salad in. Decides to get a little fancy and scatter some goat cheese atop. He clears his throat, and Mark nearly jumps.
“I’ve had this before,” Oscar tries. He’s gunning for it blind here. “Totally decent salad. I’m sure Seb wouldn’t mind.”
Mark lets out a small chuff of laughter. “You could give him a slice of toast and he’d thank you for it.”
“Okay,” Oscar says. He clicks the tongs in his hand for something to do. Ting ting. Then he reaches for another takeout container, and spoons the Thai salad in. The more the merrier, Seb would agree. “So why—?”
“I keep trying to convince myself this wouldn’t be the last I see of him for awhile.”
“It won’t,” Oscar protests. “He’s retired now. He has more time.”
“For his bees, and the sailing, and the exploring, and the whatever that comes after retirement. So what should I say? Stay here instead?”
There isn’t an answer for that. Oscar can’t pretend he’s ever wanted that of someone. Maybe someday. Maybe never. Seb and Mark don’t seem to be enjoying it. The wanting that of someone.
The containers are getting ridiculously full. Mark doesn’t reach for them yet. So, delicately, Oscar sprinkles a layer of sesame seeds on top.
“We’ve been apart so often,” Mark says, unprompted. “We’ve had our own schedules most of our lives, and this isn’t any different. I know I’m being silly.”
“You’re not,” Oscar says. It doesn’t feel strange, saying that to someone he looks up to in every which way possible. Someone in charge of his future. He wants that devastation wiped off Mark’s face. “I’ve seen how you look at each other.”
It’s how Mark’s gaze is turned upwards whenever Seb’s telling a story, like a plant searching out the light. It’s how Seb’s eyes dance across everyone in the room before landing on Mark. Floating away, then settling back. Floating away, then settling back again. It’s never grandiose declarations like, Stay here with me forever. It’s the drifting, through landscape after landscape, and the returning each and every time.
“Maybe,” Oscar says, “if you asked.”
“If I asked, he would.”
Which is why Mark will never. Oscar knows that much about love, at least. Something about letting go. He snaps the lids of the containers shut. Mark trails after him, and only shakes out of his stupor when Oscar tries to pay for the salads.
Seb greets them at the door with an anxiousness Oscar’s familiar with. Tongs in his hand, Ting ting.
“Did you get lost?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Oscar says. Next to him, Mark stiffens. “Do you know how many varieties of salad Woolworths has?”
Mark presents the containers to Seb with a flourish. Their fingers overlay. Oscar imagines pressing his own hands on top, like Stay, stay.
Stay if you know what’s good for you.
“Oh my god,” Mark says.
The barbeque smells as if it’s caught fire.
“You like your meat well done, right?” Seb looks hopeful. He also looks like he’s on the verge of panic. Like the brief moment away from Mark had done him in. Made him forget his name, and all that comes with it, reputation and inheritance and legacy.
That gaze of Seb’s again, darting away, lingering on Mark, darting away, lingering on Mark once more.
“One forgets the salad, and one forgets the meat,” Oscar says. He kinda wants to yell at them for being idiots. He’s almost embarrassed for them both. Mostly, he’s just hungry. “The two of you deserve each other.”
But Mark’s laughing now, and Seb’s joined him, shoulders shaking. Oscar grumbles and goes to rummage around the kitchen for something edible. No one has ever said ex-Formula 1 drivers were smart. They’ve spent too long driving around in circles to understand that the quickest way from point A to B is a straight line.
Hah. That’s a good one.
There’s linguine in Mark’s cupboard, and two tins of unopened tomato sauce. Nothing goes better with potatoes than even more carbs.
“Expired in 2021,” Seb reads.
“I don’t care,” Oscar says fervently. “Can I leave the boiling of water to you, or will you burn that too?”
“I like him,” Seb says to Mark brightly. Mark gives Seb a look, watery and resigned and so fucking fond. “You’ll continue giving him a hard time for me, won’t you?”
“Do my best,” Oscar says.
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leefyberrybread · 1 year
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messy megs for megatron monday (literally 20 minutes before tuesday)
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jessieren · 6 days
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Some bts shots from Apollo of our talented tached boy doing his stuff as a Director
Love the colours and composition of the first one
And that look of concentration 💀
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pastelpaperplanes · 2 years
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✨✨✨THE COLLECTION GROWS ✨✨✨
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midnight-els · 5 months
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For All Mankind - Aleida & Margo
4x02 - Have a Nice Sol 1x08 - Rupture 2x08 - Don't Be Cruel 3x07 - Bring It Down
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asanjou · 6 months
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giramie week day 4: "oh. oh."/outside observer
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thebirdandhersong · 15 days
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house on fire :)
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know-it-all-freak · 3 months
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I saw my 7-months-old great niece for the first time yesterday, and it made me very very happy. The best Sunday of my life!!
So, for today I will post some Paul with kids (and babies), on and off screen.
Happy McGann Monday!
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(As always, credits to the creators of the gifs.)
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adelaidedrubman · 5 months
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minniiaa · 3 months
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Shanks is obviously an alcoholic but I have some random headcanons about him. He only drinks the most foul liquors the bar has to offer. This man is slurping down peppermint schnapps, pinnacle whipped, sambuca, everclear, mad dog, or the most bottom shelf whiskey/tequila. Anything that gets him fucked up he will take. He’s immune to taste at this point, he’s been drinking his feelings since 1982 (he’s 37 at the start of op in 1999 and he def started drinking at like 13 with Rodger) no idea why the fuck he drinks maybe cause he was abandoned in a treasure chest as a child and his adoptive dad was executed. Unprocessed trauma, who knows.
He buys the bar a round everywhere he goes because fuck it he’s an emperor (he’s broke tho his crew doesn’t let his dumb ass access the funds so Benn sighs and pays the tab at 2am when the bar closes.)
He booty calls Mihawk who shows up because Shanks gives him that good shit even when he’s wasted (except when he’s got the whiskey dick) only to find the dumbest of all fucks passed out snoring with a bottle of cheap tequila pouring down his pants. He almost leaves in sight before he gets dragged down and pinned against the bed even though shanks is 100% asleep.
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