#from three thirty to four

[tired-all-the-time22]

Another smaller comic for this amazing spicynoodles fic by @pittdpeaches

Sequel to this post

#might draw the identity reveal/realization part too bc I live for identity reveal fics as well #please click for better quality i beg of you #my art #art #artist on tumblr #digital art #from three thirty to four #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mk #lmk red son #lmk qi xiaotian #monkie kid qi xiaotian #red son #qi xiaotian #fic art #fanfic

[introverted-tree]

An Incorrect Quote based off of From Three Thirty to Four-PittedPeaches

Red Son:

"No Mk, you didn't go on a date with Red yesterday...

*takes off hat and apron*

it was me. These hips do lie. And they lied to you, Mk. Shakira, Shakira..."

#shitpost #cursed #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk spicynoodles #spicynoodleshipping #from three thirty to four #pittedpeaches #red son lmk #qi xiaotian #lmk incorrect quotes

[snufkinsnogger]

Does anyone else have like, a "real world" version of their FO? Like, how'd they look if they existed in our world and how their lore would translate into our reality?

#my snuf would probably be a couch surfer or live out of a van and would have aged out of foster care #his mom wouldn't have thirty children but something more like two before snuf and three or four after him #shes nice and also a stereotypical Too Many Kids and Not Enough Fucks sort like shes not a bad mom just sort of really loose with parenting #his dad is an absentee father #nice and all but not really father of the year #he basically was raised by his best friends parents who adore him #they also adopted another friend of theirs #Billy is a texan who also had a trouble childhood #orphaned as a teen but he eluded the system #he got by doing crimes mostly burglary a d fraud and stuff #he also does rodeo but it doesn't pay enough #his parents were also into crime and thats how they died #also where he learned it from #selfshipping #selfship #self shipping #selfshipper #self ship #imagine

[theimpossiblescheme]

Say what you will about the Cyrano movie (and one day I'll be able to in a halfway articulate manner), but I am still mildly obsessed with "Every Letter", and I think about this ending couplet all the time...

Your letters are drawings on me from above I know who you are and I know you are loved

Just... the idea of Cyrano and Christian receiving a letter in return from Roxanne and feeling their breath catch both with ecstasy and with bitter regret.

I know who you are...

But she can't. But she mustn't. But it would break her heart--she would never trust them again. But it wouldn't be fair to Christian. But Cyrano could never show his face again. But they already feel themselves burn under her gaze, and to meet it honestly without the armor of a soldier, of these letters, would scorch them until nothing remains. But the only true honor is to hide, even if they know it's really the coward's way out. But the only safety (if they were being brutally honest with themselves) is to hide.

... and I know you are loved.

But God, they wish they didn't have to.

#It's four thirty in the morning and I have been slam-dunked back into Cyrano Hell... #Listen okay ever since the movie introduced the idea of *Roxanne actually writing back* I have been even less normal about these idiots. #The imagery is so fucking delicious either way because you get to imagine either the two of them sitting close enough together #that they can both read either together or over the other's shoulder and just... occupying that space together the two nearly becoming one #and I get to lose my mind over the proximity and the warmth between them forged in the fire of their love for Roxanne. #OR *or or*... the two of them taking turns reading and just *watching* the other's face as they read trying to glean from their expressions #what she might have said and the intensity of that study becoming its own terrible intimacy that right now they can only show through proxy #and I *also* get to lose my mind over Cyrano watching Christian and musing that even if his partner might look like a marble statue #he's never seen a marble statue make that face before but he's *definitely* seen it from Roxanne and it's just as coronary-inducing on both #and Christian watching Cyrano and musing that this might be the closest he'll ever come to seeing the pride of the cadets #and the mythic figure he's built around himself completely *shatter* if only for a moment... he's *human* and he's *exquisite.* #CANNOT be normal about it... it's 'So--here's my heart under your velvet now'-- #it's 'I've loved but one (man) in my life and now I must lose him twice'-- #it's the darkness of the balcony and the endless sunshine metaphors regarding Roxanne herself-- #it's the goddamn Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known and how much Roxanne *craves* it from two men terrified to submit to it... #God these three make me sick I love them so much. #cyrano de bergerac

[yawn-emoji]

having high emotional regulation is actually quite scary because my mental breakdowns unfold in a very self-aware and controlled manner where i talk myself through them and give myself instructions in a weirdly detached way and it ends up not really being cathartic because i always pull myself out of it way too early and then i cant get back into that headspace

#by 'too early' i mean like anywhere from four seconds to thirty seconds #i cried for four seconds the other day and that was like a seismic mental breakdown for me #i did cry three times in the last two weeks though which is majorly huge for me #probably a bad sign considering how terribly im handling all the things going on in my life but still... yay for crying! i guess #journal

[droughtofapathy]

"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby - Ranked Scale

In the future, my theatre series will contain a final verdict where I rate each show on scale of "My Soul Transcended Time and Space" to "ALW Memorial Landfill" with ten possible scores. See Below:

#context: out of the nearly 500 shows i've seen less than seventy were bad enough to end up in the bottom three #most shows are either going to be a lovely night or higher because i love the theatre dammit #only thirty have received top marks (and four of those were great comet; four were come from away; four were sondheim unplugged)

[icehot13]

a chapter earlier than expected!!!! this is The Chapter i wrote the fic for, because of course there always is one

also please enjoy this visual for the chapter, this is what the area above a hard-lid ceiling looks like! It’s not tall enough to stand in, the only light is what you bring up yourself, and you can only put weight on the metal frames going across it because the space between is just drywall. 

#WHAT A WEEK my god #the other girl on my crew has confirmed!!! foreman is also sexist towards her!!! #so thats uhhh cool i guess #i was totally right #between this and the car accident tuesday and the surely-it's-tomorrow layoff WOW what a week #my poor lil car #i'm taking it to the repair shop that replaced hte tailgate #LAST GODDAMN TIME THIS HAPPENED #sorry guys your work was beautiful #i got rearended again #FOUR CAR accident!!!!! #STOPPED ON THE FREEWAY and some fucking idiot fails to brake #happy six thirty am to the three cars stopped in front of him ASSHOLE #i'm still mad about it #the whole side of the trunk got crunched in #better than last time! but STILL #TWO IN A YEAR??? TWO IN A YEAR. #so to say i am NOT handling the RAMPANT DISRESPECT from sexist foreman well is an understatement

[wrenhavenriver]

pictured: me trying to make it out to the parking lot after donating blood

#immediately after i started having a bad reaction and they brought me cool compresses and snacks and everything #and then i thought i was fine and went to sit down in the waiting area with my mom #and promptly had to put my head between my knees to keep from passing out #three techs came over and laid me down straight on the floor and covered me with a giant fucking ice pack lmao #i need to go home and drink four gallons of gatorade and eat thirty seven bags of pretzels #needles // #medical //

[statusquoergo]

“Come on.”

“Uh?”

Diane looks up as Naomi stands and holds out her hand as if this isn't a ridiculously careless thing she's asking her to do, as if neither of them has the good sense to mention that neither one of them has any idea what they're getting themselves into. As if neither of them might be walking straight into a trap of their own making, or nothing much will change at all and they'll forget about each other in a month, or a few days. As if it's a risk worth taking to find out which.

As if there's anything else to do today.

“I'm not going to the hospital.”

“I know.” Naomi reaches a little closer. “I have a first aid kit at home.”

Enough to get them through, that's all. Enough for now.

“You know how to wrap it?” Diane asks as she takes Naomi's hand to pull herself up, as though the answer might change her mind somehow. Naomi smiles a little, as though she knows it just as well that it won't.

“Yeah.” She sets Diane's hand down on her shoulder. “It's not far, come on. I'll carry you down the stairs.”

“You'll drop me.”

“I will not.” Naomi urges her forward, along the concrete path out of the park. “I mean I'm just offering, I don't have to.”

It's a nice gesture, though, isn't it? It was a nice thought.

They walk slowly down the street, stepping more or less in sync past the general store with the baking supplies just past the doorway, turning at the corner to walk toward the coin laundry that's open even at three in the morning and also on holidays. A hand-drawn poster in the window of the discount shoe store across the street loudly advertises VACUUMS REFURBISHED while a Times New Roman printout on the telephone cubicle in the middle of the block offers “suitable compensation” in exchange for willing test subjects, No Questions Please; a few steps farther along stands an apartment building that somehow looks like it's missing a couple of stories, and Diane shifts her weight to her good leg as Naomi steps away to fumble with the lock on the front door.

“It's the door on the left,” Naomi says, the door sticking only slightly as she shoves it open. “When you get to the basement.”

She opens the first door on the right, a stairwell that only leads down.

“Upstairs is that door over there, but I don't know any of the neighbors, so. I'm not gonna introduce you to anyone.”

That's fine. Diane doesn't want to know any of them, either.

Naomi walks down the stairs first and doesn't try to carry her.

“Bathroom's at the end of the hall,” she says. “The taps aren't broken, the water's just cold when it's cold outside and warm when it isn't, but if you let it run for a little while, it'll...fix itself. And make sure you don't touch the water heater, it's metal and it gets really hot sometimes.”

Diane clutches the wooden banister nailed to the wall as she limps her way down and wonders how much of all this she's supposed to remember. All of it, probably. It isn't very complicated.

Naomi unlocks the door on the left and holds it open.

“You can sit on the bed.”

It's good of her to offer. It isn't much of a bed, really, more of a mattress pushed into the corner, but that isn't exactly a surprise, and it's good of her to offer all the same.

“Thanks,” Diane says, a little too late to seem quite natural. Naomi hums a disinterested acknowledgment and doesn't seem to mind.

“Take off your shoes.”

Diane promptly unties her sneakers, placing them on the floor beside the bed as Naomi kneels in front of her with a roll of ACE bandage in her hand and her eyes focused on Diane's ankle like she's the only attending physician in the entire complex who doesn't have better things to do with her time than tend to something as trivial as all this. Diane should count herself lucky the timing worked out the way that it did.

Lucky, was it? It's about time.

The single bulb in the overhead light flickers a little as if a public execution has just disrupted the power grid, or someone's turned on too many air conditioners at once and blown a fuse a few floors up.

“Don't worry about it,” Naomi says. Diane doesn't bother to assure her that she wasn't.

#anna tries to be original #i started reading something that objectively has nothing wrong with it but within about three pages had me bored out of my mind #and i started skimming it to see if it picked up or anything caught my interest later on #but i noticed that a few of the paragraphs were like thirty lines long #and i immediately noped the hell out of there #and then i was like 'you know what i should do is i should work on that story that i spend about twenty minutes on every four or five days' #i took a phys ed class in college that was literally all education #we didn't actually do any sports or anything #it was all classes and lectures and stuff #one day we went to the nurse's office or whatever you call that area on a college campus #and we learned how to wrap sprained ankles #i know i picked it up very quickly but i have absolutely no recollection of how to do it now #also yesterday i had to spend the day dealing with some incredibly idiotic coworkers #i don't even think they're necessarily stupid people but they were certainly acting like it #and first thing this morning one of the messaged me with a stupid question to follow up on all her stupid questions from yesterday #'where is this data in the file?' oh gosh i don't know have you tried spending two seconds actually LOOKING FOR IT #and someone else messaged me at the same time to ask for help with something that he's now doing completely wrong #but it's a new system and i know he's trying and i also know he is actually good at his job so i don't mind helping him #but i'm going to have to waste my afternoon in a meeting with the other idiot #and two people who DO have their shit together but i know for sure that if he has to do anything it'll add like half an hour's time #to a task that should take five minutes tops #also there's a severe weather warning for excessive heat today #i want to go out and buy some fruit before it gets too unbearable #but in order for that to happen i need these people to leave me alone for twenty minutes

[buginateacup]

.

#this feels really petty #but i still dont know how to get it out of my head without writing it down #I've written for a lot of fandoms #I've had fics with a lot of engagement #and some with nearly none #i know how hard it is to divorce yourself from the desperate refresh for validation #and i k ow #I KNOW #there are people who would murder for even my least engagement #i know how lucky i am #but i have never seen anyone else talk about how hard it is to see your engagement drop on a long fic that is still updating #especially when previous chapters were getting three or four or even five times as many comments #some chapters were focus chapters #and DESIGNED around getting a reaction #or were significant parts of the story #but to go from thirty or forty comments down to ten? #it hurts in a way thats hard to explain #and i dont know how to talk about it #without sounding like an ungrateful bitch #but there were dozens of names that used to pop up in my inbox #and i was so excited to see every aingle one #i dont know why theyve gone #i dont know if theyre still there #i miss them #i want to know what they think #are they arill enjoying the story? #or did they see the characters get together and decide that was enough #and if so #...WHY?

[glorified-red]

Well that was the roughest work shift of my life. Y'all should send in fluffy stuff to my inbox, I need some positivity 😔

#highlights of the shift: #the entire studio being on a waitlist with over fifteen names on it (aka three hours) #and all five of us having to RUN #because some jackass was calling to get our cars towed #then me and a coworker having a panic attack thirty minutes later #someone yelling at me #my coworker dropping glass and just breaking down while looking at it #my shift being four hours longer than normal and getting to do the same the next day #having to repark my car only to have a car BLOCKING MY WAY #having to yell at the landlord for my coworker #all of us going delirious over milkshakes and giggling over anything because we we're so out of it #three of us sitting behind the counter to hide from customers #me about to throw hands at someone #finishing yhe shift only for us to realize we had to do something which took an extra thirty minutes #and us just....crying #the unison hug was a banger tho #i forgot how great hugs are 💀 #anyway i have a headache #code red

[tired-all-the-time22]

Everyone run to this fic immediately! ! ! Good spicynoodles content!!

Quick edit: make sure to leave kudos as well!! ^^

#don’t know if this needs to be said but btw this is not proship content #fic has context #please click for better quality i beg of you #not season 4 #my art #art #artist on tumblr #digital art #from three thirty to four #lego monkie kid #comic #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mk #monkie kid qi xiaotian #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk red son #red son #fanfic #god I love mistaken identity fics

[stars-self-ships]

ISN'T THAT LAUGH BEAUTIFUL?! ❤️🧡❤️

#F/O #F/O Gush #Romantic F/O #Platonic F/O #F/O Community #Self-Ship Community #Klace's Winds of Change #「Valessa: Inde-scribe-ably Perfect」 #❤️🧡❤️ #「Fortaime: The Playful Protégé」 #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ❤️🧡❤️🧡❤️ #No joke I ACTUALLY began fanboying when I saw this scene #Valessa and Fortaime's competitive yet playful nature is endearing enough on its own... #... BUT THEN VALESSA L A U G H S #TELL ME THAT I S N ' T THE PRETTIEST LAUGH YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE #I was NOT expecting it whatsoever either so it was like the perfect surprise!! #The more I play Winds of Change the more I realize that I absolutely adore getting to hear Valessa talk #I have like three or four thirty-second video recordings of one-on-one conversations with Valessa from my last session alone #There's just something so comforting and warmhearted about her voice which you can really hear near the end of this clip #It's really nice to be consuming a media where you can actually HEAR the characters say validating things to you #This of course has been the case with every main character in Winds of Change so far! #I'm not sure if F/Oing them all would be overkill but I can't deny the fact that I see a lot in each of them... #... one of which you'll be hearing about in an introduction post similar to the one I made for Valessa and Fortaime very soon... #Still though! Such a precious laugh just H A S to be shared!!

[galerymod]

'Silence is something that starts in your mind.

In physical terms, there is no silence.

mod

It's hard to believe, but everything is quieter today than it was thirty years ago, trains, cars, computers and so far we have the feeling that it has become louder.

Everyone is constantly busy these days, and it starts in the morning with breakfast, checking mobile phones, reading news, chatting, posting, never resting, always busy with work, sport, events, checking what's on, mobile phones always in view, making sure we don't miss anything. Friends, social media, what's going on, everywhere and at all times, without a break until late at night.

A little sleep and the hamster wheel begins again..... Day after day...... without peace and quiet.

The initial evaluation of noise is not negative, noise is evaluated negatively by those who perceive it.

For one person heavy metal is noise and for another it is not. It takes place within ourselves to perceive it as such.

It's the same with silence, because we can no longer enjoy silence due to the constant need to occupy ourselves.

Silence comes from standing still, remaining still, keeping still.

If you want to experience silence, you first have to let your thoughts sink in, to put it simply.

Silence can be unbearable if you can't find the peace to endure it.

In silence we fall back on ourselves and ideally we become the silence.

A walk in the woods can create silence or you can experience it. Although the forest is never quiet, it is full of sounds, cracking, chirping, rustling and so on.

But ideally we perceive this as silence. Silence has nothing to do with soundlessness.

Those who are at peace with themselves can experience silence everywhere, even in a noisy city.

But those who are not used to silence should seek it in seclusion, a church, a quiet place or room are the best starting point to find silence.

Silence takes place in our heads and in our minds.

mod

4′33″ (four minutes, thirty-three seconds or four thirty-three) is a "silent" piece of music in three movements written in 1952 by the American avant-garde composer John Cage. As not a single note is played for the entire duration of the composition, its performance challenges the conventional notion of music. 4′33″ has thus become a key work of New Music and inspires listeners, composers and performers alike to reflect on music and silence.

Wikipedia

Why is the piece of music "4'33" by John Cage so famous?

Probably for the first time in the history of modern music, the behaviour of the audience became more important for a single work than what was happening on stage. A collective meditation on silence that had a huge impact on pop culture.

The rolling stone magazine

Meditation is to be aware of every thought and of every feeling, never to say it is right or wrong, but just to watch it and move with it. In that watching, you begin to understand the whole movement of thought and feeling. And out of this awareness comes silence.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.

John Cage

If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all.

John Cage

#silence #john cage #4'33 #four minutes #thirty-three seconds #four thirty-three #youtube #jiddu krishnamurti #death metal #galelry mod #reality #mod studio #the sound of silence #wikipedia #rolling stone magazine #gifs from the internet #thank you

[47-protons]

I'm so good at my fucking job btw guys (<z plants don't like to be cold and this morning at work I asked my boss if he'd seen the low on Friday [38F] and if we should be taking the z plants in and he said he HADNT seen the low and GUESS WHAT WE DID TODAY)

#usually we take them in when it gets into the 40s. which its supposed to do on like thursday evening #but its only down to 48. and if its not gonna be that cold for very long we may leave em yknow. but THIRTY?? we are taking those in #off the top of my head. there are uhh. maybe 15 more Z plants to bring in over the rest of the week. none of the monday houses have any #tuesday. none of the 04s route have any. the 08s has one house w two and we got those today. #tomorrow is tomorrow is tomorrow. the 08 will have to get like. four i think?? and the 04 will get three plus that guys two staghorn probabl #i love refilling the greenhouse. its fun #fucking HECTIC esp when first frost comes out of NOWHERE and we all go Oh! #we jave TWO FUCKING DAYS to get EVERY greenhouse thing from FIFTY someodd houses back into the greenhouse! shit! #and that is when we pretty much stop doing regular maintenence at houses on our schedules. and it is just balls to the wall #insanity of BRING STUFF BACK TO THE SHOP. its fun i like it #one of our houses has so much shit for that lady specifically that it takes TWO trucks and two crews ALL DAY to get all of her stuff back

[vyrion]

sigh. okay. putting on decked out 2 vods and grinding out another two paragraphs of this paper . i got this (lying)

#from the deep dark #im SOTIRED OH MY GODD. WHY CAN I NEVER GET ENOUGH SLEEP #its so annoying. im always at least thirty minutes short of a full eight hours and god it adds up for me lol #how was i alive at all in freshman year (regularly ran on three or four hours)