#they don't match at all but here we are

[bizarrelittlemew]

no but imagine if the studios weren't greedy beyond all fucking believe and the actors and writers didn't have to strike because not only would they be able to be hyped along with us but we would probably ALSO be getting bts material from Samba and Vico (and others but Samba's 4k+ files are just SITTING THERE) like thye'd probably be allowed to post stuff that didn't spoil beyond what the teaser already gives away, right? even just a little bit? but instead they can't celebrate their own work like they deserve along with the rest of us because the studios won't fucking pay their workers and give them rights i am so ANGRY

#rhys would post like a costume fitting selfie with the red jacket i am sure of it with some cheeky caption like “oh this old thing?” #samba's insta would be on fire #vico new s2 look selfie also with the painted on beard #david would put up a few more cryptic pics alluding to blowing up the revenge or breaking our hearts #but instead here we are and i mean we are hyping it all the way i don't think there is any match for the engagement official ofmd tweets ge #but they deserve to do it with us 😭 #ok morning rant over lmao #wga strike #sag strike #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 teaser

[opalsiren]

rikki's dad in season one: notably absent at important moments when emma and cleo's parents are present, compared by rikki to a harrison bennett-level shitty dad

rikki's dad in season two: a sweet and engaged dad with a little bit of a temper like rikki but is capable of apologising, cares heaps about rikki, her friends, and boyfriend

rikki's dad in season three: absent the entire season, not even mentioned once when rikki's life is lowkey feeling apart, notably doesn't even attend her graduation, confusion abounds

#i really don't know what they were going for here like was terry being a particularly shitty dad in s1 a retcon since the way rikki #describes him doesn’t match the guy we meet in s2 like?? at all??? #my headcanon for this is that rikki was going through a particularly rough patch with her dad during that convo with zane. maybe it was the #anniversary of her mum leaving or something?? and the terry we meet in s2 is in fact the real terry chadwick #but then he is absent for the entirety of the hell season!! not even mentioned afaik!! the writers really said cleo is the only character #allowed to have parents this season lol #h2o just add water #.txt #h2o #rikki chadwick #Terry chadwick

[indigodawns]

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#these are just some thoughts re: friendship as a result of tonight that i need to jot down somewhere but #realising that i really do have a strict and set idea of Good Friend(ship) and what that entails to me #and id written people off bc i wasn't yk ~receiving love or friendship the way id prefer and i was angry with them for that/hurt about it #did i communicate that to them though? nooo. was i fully right in that? also no. like just bc i felt unheard didn't fully mean #that they were doing something wrong. they were trying in their own way (and sometimes they weren't really or it just wasn't nice) #but that's about how we match and how we communicate right? this is so silly that's so basic but it never fully clicked for me like this #i was blaming them for stuff and building up resentment without ever expressing that (and i still haven't yk dhshsjd) #and i think where i went ~wrong was in thinking that bc i felt that way they weren't ~giving me what i need #when it's like... but did i pick up on the ways in which they DID appreciate me and show me love etc? did i give them ANYTHING to work with? #(ok yes occasionally but also... tangent but i was watching a variety show and they were teasing woozi about how #he gives interviewers/hosts literally nothing to work with. like no extra information for them to ask about or tease him for or anything #and i was like ohhhhhh. yeah i do do that sometimes with friends and it's genuinely smth i don't really know how to do like #giving casual information (but not too much and not too little???) so they can then ask questions etc. so then if im like ughh #they never ask (the right) questions or show interest (or let me talk but that's a different thing dhsjdjd) it's like... #well do i give them the chance to? much to think about thank you woozi) #anyways where was i dhsjsnsnsjns idk but it's soooo annoying that i haven't figured this all out yet #but im slowly letting go off a bunch of resentment that has truly no business being here and im trying to self reflect and all that #and im honestly doing so shit some days but others days it's? finding stuff that matters to me on a deeper level ig? #and all of it really does pale in the face of multiple genocides and it's. but yk. if i want to keep fighting #i need to build a strong foundation and sort my shit out as well and be present so im really really trying #and beating my stupid stupid depression and brain with a stick until i get there

[amazingdeadfish]

What do you think happens to Bai He LBD's hostess? Does she return home with her parents or does Mayor or Macaque take her in?

Speaking generally and what I think happens in cannon? I think Baihe simply returned home to her parents. Loving parents who care about her, and help her recover from all of the trauma she undoubtedly has from being under possession for so long. Would they resent her for being LBD's hostess? Of course not! They would be absolutely horrified about what happened. But all people can do is recover and move on slowly by slowly. So Baihe will have therapy, maybe with Sandy. She will visit Pigsy's Noodles often, and perhaps have a run in or two with Macaque from there. Nothing more than that. Maybe she will even find herself staring at the Mayor from across the street one day. Wondering why she recognises their eyes, but not the small frown on their face and they turn back to look at her.

In terms of silly opinions that don't align with my logical thinking?

The idea of Baihe being taken care of Macaque and/or Mayor is such a silly idea that I really love and like. Therefore I sort of include it with my doodles. But let's be honest, neither Macaque or Mayor would be good parents. Horrible parents actually, they could probably keep her alive, but they would probably be horrible at helping her through her struggles. HOWEVER, Macaque and Mayor would be the coolest uncle figures! Macaque would let Baihe do whatever she wanted and the Mayor would buy her whatever she wanted. Just a lot of uncontrolled freedom with no restraint whatsoever. And that's why those two would be horrible parents.

Of course this is all just wishful thinking. I don't actually think Baihe would really have much of a relationship with Macaque and/or Mayor at all. But of course, since I like the idea of it, I include it in the content I make :DDD.

#ask #if what you are really asking is whether or not Baihe will be included in the next part of Blue and Violet... #well all I will say is that my general thoughys regarding her fate do not match what I have said here #sort of #its kind of weird and I don't want to spoil it #but I think I can tell you that she is not on capable hands #make of that what you will #anyways I know Baihe is literally just built on fan interpretation but I love her so much #what would the trio name be anyway? #in my head I call them the bisexual trio because they are they literal colours of the bisexual flag #purple pink and blue #like come on #what else are we even supposed to call them? #bone demon trauma trio?

[captainschaos]

Jimmy is the canary. The first to die so the others might learn fear, the silenced song which stills the arrogant. In life, he is light. A pinprick, so small you might cover him with a lazy hand, but a light nonetheless. Light is powerful. Light brings hope. And Jimmy is very aware he is like the light of a candle- those who read by his glow are only waiting for his small beam to flicker and go out, and then they will begin to take the night seriously. Only then they will put aside their leisure, check the doors are locked, and begin the night's real activities. Until then, though, he is being watched. He can feel the eyes that watch when one of his wings knocks against a tree and a feather falls to the ground, but the moment he steadies himself there's only a quiet snicker about his clumsiness. He hears them whispering behind his back about the ticking clock against him. He knows that the moment the chime drowns him out they will realize the hands will turn toward them next, but it doesn't make it hurt less.

He's laughed at. His name is red now, the very word seeming to grow more angry and flaring on the tongue, but that doesn't stop them from circling him and taunting; it only seems to make it worse, actually. Worst when he's taken. He's taken when he's alone and ought to be safe under the color of his name, and he's shoved underground. In the dark, in the damp and dank, where his kind are sent to smother. And above is laughing. Others laughing at his helplessness, laughing because he can do nothing but yell and laugh in vain in some sort of attempt to take a bit from their power somehow. And sing his song. He sings for his soulmate, the one who gave him the sky. And Tango comes. It doesn't matter that he isn't the one to free him, it just matters that he came and he didn't laugh and he cared enough to try and rescue him. When they part ways, Jimmy is just glad that even if he will only ever be the canary to the others, he is Jimmy to Tango.

But he is not with Tango when he dies. It doesn't matter how much Tango cared when he has died. First. Like always. His song turned sour in his throat, his body falling to the ground.

He falls silent.

Jimmy was the canary. Canaries do not die without an evil, hopeless shadow creeping over the world.

His death meant something was very, very wrong.

"..."

Tango is the phoenix. The one who dies in an inferno for the petty drama of it all, the furious scream which shows all others how each move may be their last. In life, he is flame. A spark, so small you might wave him away with a lazy hand, but a flame nonetheless. Flame is hopeful. Flame brings power. And Tango is very aware he is like the flame of a candle- those who work by his glow are only waiting for his little ember to flare and consume itself, and then they will smile under the night. Then they might put aside their work momentarily, use his flame to light a real lantern on the windowsill, and return anew to their activities. But he is not watched. When one of his wings knocks against a tree and sets the leaves aflame, there is no reaction, no one around to truly feel his heat. He all too often finds himself listening alone to the ticking clock against him. He has plenty of time to attempt to prepare for whenever the chime will call him to entertain them next, but he doesn't dread it less.

He's poked at. His name is red now, the very word seeming to grow more hot and dangerous on the tongue, but that doesn't make them expect any more than the smallest shows from him; it only seems to make it worse, actually. Worst when he's called. He's called when he's alone and ought to be unworried under the color of their names, but his air turns sour. He races to the cliff, in the open and exposed, where his kind go in anguish. And below is laughing. Others laughing at his helplessness, trying to use his soulmate as their newest fuel for his flames as he digs and screams out to the one who calls him. He's called by his soulmate, the one who gave him the earth. Jimmy's reaching for him. In the end it doesn't matter that Tango did nothing to free him, there's something that matters in that he believed and he thought of him and he cared enough to think he might rescue him. When they part ways, Tango is just glad that even if he will only ever be the phoenix to the others, he is Tango to Jimmy.

But he is not with Jimmy when he dies. It doesn't matter how much Jimmy cared when he has died. Alone. Like always. His flame consuming him meaninglessly, his body rising as ashes to the sky.

He screams.

Tango was the phoenix. Phoenixes do not die without a horrible, sick shadow clawing up from the world.

His death meant something was very, very wrong.

[I have one of these for each week; this is 5/5]

[first // previous]

#team rancher #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #double life smp #double life smp spoilers #captain's words #and HERE IT IS #still don't think I've managed to match what I got with the first one but #I'm still proud of how this little project has turned out :] #and don't you worry phoenix tango enjoyers #we all know what comes after the ashes

[girlscience]

the RAMPANT consumerism on the section of youtube I have ended up on recently is actually kind of disgusting to me. if I see one more video of a perfectly manicured hand with a hint of a sweater sleeve putting things in a target cart or using 100 bottles for a skin and hair self-care day or using 50 different cleaning products in an enormous, pristine, white home while a random pop song remix plays in the background I'm going to start destroying things.

#I know exactly how I got here #there is a specific crossover of decluttering/production hacks/workout plans/minimalism/motivational videos that leads directly #to very wealthy stay-at-home women doing sunday resets and target hauls and restocking and organizing the guest bedroom #and 4 hour pre-vacation self-care videos #but it is so BAD. I am not saying don't buy things or take care of yourself or anything like that #I literally have mentioned several times in the past two weeks that I was waiting on packages in the mail! #but GOD. the difference between buying a set of dvds I'm going to use until they fall apart #and literally having 4 bookcases of skin care products is ASTRONOMICAL #I cannot imagine a single reason anyone would ever need that much stuff #and it's All so sanitized and perfected and nothing can be out of place and it's just awful #that girl aesthetic/it girl/clean girl aesthetic/etc etc #and every single woman in these videos is perfectly shaped and tanned and hair done up #and they all wear these matching set workout fits #just oh my god girl!!!!!! what are you doing????!!!!!?? #I don't know. I don't know that there's a point to this besides me complaining and being upset #but it's just so antithetical to the way I want to live and I know it's so bad for the environment #and I know it is encouraging so many people to look and act just like that #and I hate it!!!! it feels like we are never getting out sometimes for real #maybe I'm being mean. maybe they are actually very conscientious of the environment #and maybe they are only showing a once a month shopping trip #and maybe they have just been sent a ton of PR packages that they have to figure out how to store #but. it really doesn't feel or look that way

[procrastinationaccount]

I'm going to lose my fucking mind

#For context: I was going to make a post complaining about how lesbians don't have enough good musical theater duets #(like we have the love songs from 'The Color Purple' which're alright but doesn't match the passion or desperation present in the book imo #'Changing My Major' which is a great love song but doesn't hit that sweet duet spot #'Dance With You' and the last verse of 'You Happened' from The Prom are sweet but the girls barely get to actually sing about each other #Honestly 'Oh Well' from Love In Hate Nation comes closest to what I want but it ends on a bittersweet note unless you see the show live #If only Elphaba and Glinda were canon... #But anyway. I can't believe that there's an adaptation of The Color Purple coming in the year of our lord 2023 and this is #how they're talking about Shug Avery. Her *role model*. Lock up your *husbands*. Ick. Pfaff. #I mean they're going to be gay. You can't get around that. But Shug is the love of her life. Can we please talk about that in the character #Don't mind me I'm just over here overreacting #From what I've read one of the biggest adaptational changes in the musical is her reaction to Shug's affair. #Like in the book Shug is the one light in her life. I sobbed myself to sleep over her nosedive in self-worth when they took a break #In the musical she's just...fine with it? I get why that's more satisfying emotionally but I still think it undermines their relationship #I don't get the curse thing either. I'm a little fuzzier on this part but in the book doesn't she just leave him and she's able to thrive? #Then when he asks her to get back together she's able to just know that the worst with Shug or alone is better than the best with him? #This book man. I hate that there isn't an adaptation as devoted to the Celie/Shug relationship as the book is. #Hate that the only recommendation I've seen calling it a sapphic book was from someone who thought that Celie's letters were to her lover #I remember watching this steamy adaptation of a Shakespeare play in soph Eng and seething because they only kiss once in the 1985 movie #Ig I can't expect too much from 1985 but...it was in the book! It was one of the most important parts! They don't even live together in it! #This was all to say I wast a lesbian 'Green Green Dress' a lesbian 'Home' a lesbian 'Natasha & Anatole' a lesbian Legally Blonde finale #The list goes on #I'm sure The Color Purple (2023) will be a good adaptation and movie. I will not pop blood vessels while watching it. #Maybe I should just avoid press releases and the movie will surprise me in a good way.

[kakusu-shipping]

Ok I remember seeing a tag on a post about your fnaf s/i being a daycare kid and I wanted to hear more about that!! Also I know you favour a bitchier Sun (positive) than most of fandom and I just wanted to hear about the vibe of your selfship!!

Anon I'm hoping your still around thankyou so much for not only asking once, but asking to make sure your ask was received and then asking again when it wasn't. You dedication to asking about this is appreciated.

Warning; This is one of Regressed Me's Self Inserts so just a general read at your own risk here, bad things happen to little me's S/Is.

Post long, under the cut it goes

This one all starts back when the Pizzaplex was at it's peak. When Foxy, the Daycare's Mascot, when mysteriously missing the higher ups were desperate to get a replacement in fast. They eventually settled on the animatronic from the Theater, which was always just a bonus of the daycare anyway and never pulled in much profit.

The Sun personality was set to watch the kids during play, given basic instructions on how Arts and Crafts are done, a list of rules to enforce, and a very ambiguous code that makes the animatronics "Love Kids" that had also been used with the Glamrocks with apparent success. The Moon personality was originally set to be removed, but when that failed they just loaded him with the Naptime rules and called it a day.

The two were a rush job to fit the criteria of "Daycare Attendant" and had many, many flaws in their coding, caused both by the speed in which they were forced to learn these new rules and the failed attempt to remove Moon shocking their systems.

The two enforced their given rules with upmost strictness, the kind that most kids couldn't keep up with. No talking, no bathroom breaks without permission, no coloring outside the lines, no deviation from the blueprints, Playtime became unbearable. Naptime wasn't any better. Lights go off and you'd better be still and asleep, or at least look asleep. Sun was Mean but Moon was Scary.

Somehow though, the Daycare remained open. Years passed and the kids who once knew of a Red Pirate Fox who'd encourage them to run and color outside the lines aged out, and a new generation of little ones came under the new laws of the Daycare, and time continued on.

As stated, most children couldn't keep up with Sun's strict rules. Most is not all. One shining example of a Daycare Superstar was Emile, a 4 year old Autistic child who was left from open to close at the Pizzaplex Daycare every day without fail. His plethora of undiagnosed mental disabilities meant his coloring stayed within the lines and his toys were always sorted by color, size, and species, while his obvious parental neglect made him an innate people pleaser, willing follow Sun's unreasonable rules to a T in the hopes of receiving even a crumb of praise from the only Authority Figure who'd so much as look at him.

He was Sun's Golden Child, his most favoritest star in the sky, the most perfect kid to ever come to the Daycare. This isn't to say he got better treatment, of course, he still had to wait hours for a trip to the bathroom, and finish all his crafts for the day before he'd be given snack, and lay perfectly still and keep his breathing even during naptime. But he was still the clear favorite. The perfect child. Sun's absolute favorite.

So when Sun was given word the Daycare was being shut down due to complaints from parents well... He couldn't let his golden child be taken from him.

Emile wasn't the first kid to enter the Pizzaplex and not come back out, it helped that his parents barely made it in time to pick him up on time on a good day. The investigation into his disappearance was short and then promptly swept under the rug as the daycare was closed for the time being.

Sun and Moon always had their own secret room. It had old Theater things, unused Daycare objects, extra stock for the Gift Shop, an old arcade machine, broken glass... Everything a child could need!

Living in the Daycare was perfect for Emile, not only was he already use to living by Sun's perfect schedule, he now got to be the soul object of Sun's attention. This was not as great for Sun, as the isolation, just He, Moon, and Emile, finally let him start recognizing the problems in his coding, and the alternate meaning to "loving kids".

He grew anxious by the day, his previously perfect work as a Daycare Attendant crumbling around him. He wasn't perfect. There was something wrong with him. So wrong they'd shut down the daycare. He was imperfect, he was breaking rules just by THINKING like this, rule breaker rule breaker.

Emile, forever locked at 4 as he'd forgotten when his Birthday was meant to happen, became Sun's emotional support. He didn't understand the things Sun said sometimes, he didn't get why it was bad for Sun to hold him, or want to kiss him. He wanted those thing too after all, so it can't be bad! Mr. Sun's an adult, and adults make the rules, and Emile loves to follow rules made by adults.

During the events of Security Breach Emile helps Gregory find the generators, having lived in the Daycare long enough to memorize the layout even in the dark, and knowing all the places Mr. Moon can't go.

However, he still eventually gets caught and carried high into the air by Moon. Gregory runs to the last generator and flips it, the lights flick on just as Moon tosses Emile from the highest point of the Daycare. Sun, now fronting in the light, unclips himself from Moon's wire and dives after Emile. They both hit the ground with a horrible crash.

Sun is horribly damaged, but still manages to pull himself up and kick Gregory from the Daycare before returning to Emile's side. Emile, human and tiny and frail, succumbs to his wounds in the arms of The Daycare Attendant, who in the moment is neither Sun nor Moon but someone who cares not for rules but for the safety of the children in their care. Someone who has failed at their job as a Daycare Attendant, and will not do so again.

During Ruin I imagine the mildly decayed corpse of Sun's golden child can be found at a small table somewhere, with a tea set and stuffed animals in the chairs around him. Sun's coping well when he's fronting I think.

#Emile's Arts #Proship Selfship #Cradle Ship #TW Child Death #SURE. #dfkjghjdfghjdf I don't know why little me is like this #But he saw Ruin and went 'Wait we GOTTA match that vibe' and rewrote the entire Self Insert to be Spookier #I cause Eclipse <3 #I don't know muuuuuuuuch about how Alters come to be so I'm not extrapolating on that #I'm just saying Eclipse is like. New. #Sun and Moon always existed together from the moment they were conscious they were together #Eclipse forms later due to Trauma. #Also I don't have much on Moon's character #But my opinion is he's a lot less fucked up than Sun #Just because he got a lot less of the faulty coding #He just goes apeshit in the dark #But when he's NOT fronting he's actually incredibly reasonable and a lot more Normal #So as soon as the light's come on he too recognized he yeeted the kid and that's Not Great. And is equally traumatized by it as Sun #Sun's little golden Child <3 We have a while of being happy #Thankyou SO much for asking this S/I's shifted a bit here and there #So it's nice to have a chance to write it all down again #So thanks again!!! I had a lot of fun with this!

[the-furies]

on one hand. loottta ideas 4 sk!llshipping art rn bc system things. on the other hand we r procrastinating on drawing them bc will people be Normal,

#normal as in dont be like 'hey those two together dont make sense' we don't control who gets with who here okay #i wanna sketch a specific couple rn but im worried people r Soooooo going to be like That makes no sense abt them #and I'm like. Listen. if you just hear me Aout abt some headcanons #[read: things tht r just Tru abt them in lur system] it'd make so much ssense #but alas. Anyways #pk;m Electrochemistry🔴 #also to draw them i need to teach myself how to draw mobility aids better. hmmmmmb. this is doable #actually now that i think abt it all tho outside of maybe like One pairing sk!llshipping is just. possibly a mess sorta #in that there's 24 [26? sorta?] of us so it's like mix and match hauve fun w it. what im tryig to say is that #it's not That serious and afaik again outside of One Pairing [iykyk] it's like WHO'S shipping pt with phys instrument?? #who tf is shipping drama and encyclo? etc etc. #and the answer is ME MOTHERFUCKER! BC OF SYSTEM SHIT AUSUSIDJDIDIDIKZ #speaking of wr do have a sketch of shivers & concept in the works. but it was started by HL but it hasn't front3d in a whileeee #perhaps i shall finish the drawing for it bc it's a cute drawing. ok im done rambling #does any of this make sense?? like my point is theres so many of us and we're kinda rlly minor characters in the grand scheme of things #so like. gestures vaguely!! im running out of words. #anyways i judt need people 2 not be weird abt our next drawings ok? ok thank you

[aerodaltonimperial]

Okay we didn’t get EITHER THING I thought would happen tonight BUT IT’S OKAY AND I AM OKAY WITH BEING WRONG because we got other cool stuff like surprise Darby coming out for Orange and the Unglehoo match was covered in blood and super great PLUS LISTENING TO MJF BEING TOLD HOW DUMB HE IS AFTER A 7 MINUTE SPOT OF HIM COMPLAINING THAT HE USED TO JACK OFF TO ADAM COLE AND NOW HE DOESN’T honestly what was not enjoyable about this

#gonna be honest though #the frustration is starting #we have a very strange double standard here #where danhausen gets lots and lots of friends #tons of tag and trio matches #a full fucking stable!!!! #and we are fine with it #and hook makes one friend of his own #and we have decided he must never be around another human being #and y'all i don't like the way this is going #he literally deserves to have a friend #who may or may not turn on him BUT THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT #those hugs were actually very cute #AND VERY BRO-LIKE #i know we all love loner prickly hook i know #but maybe he can be loner prickly with a friend okay

[sugar--pain]

Kinda tempted to go back to identifying as aromantic but from the perspective of "I have chosen to love everyone that I have dated. I can choose to stop." but I don't know how well that would go over.

#I mean easily parts of us can identify as such just not collectively #so i guess that's why I'm saying it here #like. it's not wrong #some part of my brain has always decided that for whatever reason loving someone was in my best interest. #and only then did I develop interest Like That. #Usually we would like someone and want their attention want to be their friend and they'd develop interest #and we'd adjust to match their energy because they wanted that from us #for a while we argued amongst each other #that it wasn't valid if we didn't agree. pondering if this is ever valid #i saw people say it was popular to say that we don't choose to love #but i just don't relate to that #i know exactly how my brain works. and i can successfully convince it to love someone. and i can successfully convince it to stop. #i don't think being calculative is wrong #and honestly i think our feeling these things aren't genuine just because we can control it. it doesn't seem fair. #i'm fully capable of love. and there's nothing wrong with me deciding to love because it seems like it'd benefit us both. #and if we're already feeding each other anyway i just don't see anything wrong with accepting what's happening. #i don't like the expectations that get pulled with it. #i want to be able to independently decide what and when i want. i don't like labels. #i like that we're an anarchist but not everyone can even be on the same page about what that means #i know we left the aromantic community because they got too specific and a lot of ideas became too stiff and twisted in to reactionary #misunderstandings but how long can we keep leaving communities and cutting ourself off in to something nebulous #because of a problem that'll folllow us no matter where we go? #i think we can define ourselves any number of ways #i don't think any of them are wrong #bigger fools than i have claimed identities that were more maligned than my own #and when it's inevitable who's to say it's wrong #we're all who we are at the end of the day. these words can't contain or quantify us #they can be shortcuts but they can't define us #this is just how i live. it's about give and take #vv

[stcnefruit]

— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

#* open starters. #( * starters - vasti. ) #( * threads - vasti. ) #indie rp #indie oc rp #indie bi rp #independent rp #indie starter #open starter #( * so like. funny thing when it's OOC/my main i like censor everything. but at this point i've been on Tumblr so long that the #| asterisks are basically me and my hyperfixation and aesthetic choice than anything else bc IC????? no asterisks babe we are writing #| this sh*t out [see. exactly what i mean look at the starter and then look at this. smh] #| anyway say hi to Vasti!!!!!!! treat her nicely she's been rotting my brain for the past week and a half but whatever you do #| this is not good shipping practice for your artwork do not follow this advice tho in her defense she's running on low sleep #| and zero coffee. i also speak no Portuguese whatsoever i get all of this off the net so if it's wrong i'm sorry. i'll fix it sksksksk #| tldr; it's here i got off my ass and wrote a medium length starter after years of not RPing everybody cheer. do not feel pressured #| to match the length this happened bc i am a fic/book writer first and foremost i don't do short unless i'm replying rip )

[mooodyblue]

venting abt unimportant things in da tags ignore me

#yall im gonna vent about a boy #and some other things under here #cause i just made myself sad #anyway yeah idk a couple months ago i matched w this dude who messaged me asking abt my love for e and i was like very open abt it #and he wasn't judgemental at all he was very nice and we just like . talked abt whatever #we were talking for like a month or two nonstop like we messaged every day right #and i even told him it's okay if he doesn't message me everyday i don't mind and he's like but i like talking to you i wanna message u!! #and there was like 3 days i couldn't message him and i came back to see he missed me and he was like soooo sweet #and then he took me to get dinner and we went to his place and we literally hit it off so well??? like the chemistry was THERE #like we kissed and he was sooo sweet to me and then the holidays hit and his messages slowed down #and since then it got slower and slower and now he's just completely ghosted me and it's been a few weeks now #and i should get over it i know like im back to swiping on these stupid apps again but it just makes me so sad #because i really did like him and i don't know what i did wrong or if i scared him away #after leaving me on opened 3 times i just gave up like i got the hint i assumed he doesn't like me like that anymore #i saw something that reminded me of him and i got really sad #so now here i am #anyway i went on for tooooo long let me stop there lol

[rubberbandballqueen]

it is becoming Increasingly Clear to me that i can no longer be taken out into public because i will start doing to fonts what jirt would do to the rocks and plants whilst on little walks

#the worm speaks #i'm noticing that a lot of signage these days don't have small caps which is a bit sad but i suppose they are somewhat antiquated #most of them have just straight up all-caps and i'm like 'mmmm. would a small caps version be better here?' #the other day i was like 'what if i left everything behind to get a job at a type foundry in taiwan. what then.' #what would i bring to the table there? why a sense of western aestheticism for the latin glyphs in their fonts #combined with a lesser but probably still noteworthy knowledge of chinese calligraphy to help ensure there is a sense of unity #btwn the latin and chinese glyphs #and also kerning i would bring kerning to the table for the latin glyphs. like if we Must be monospace abt things we can do that #but on god. the number of times i download a cn script font and go 'ah.' bc the english is the Ugliest monospace serif you'll ever see #fortunately while it is a bit of work it's at least easier to match english fonts to cn ones bc there are So Many more free ones lol #the other day i was looking through a chinese font website n i was reading their ~story~ behind this one particular series #that they based off the calligraphy in these five or six Ancient Rare Books in the national palace museum #and they were like 'yes the poetry was beautiful and moving. but to a type designer the writing itself is even more attractive' #and i felt so called out. i have just the most incurable font disease on the planet lmao #the other thing i think that might be neat to bring to cn font design Would be the concept of italics #like i know that's just not a standard thing and that Makes sense bc to oblique the letters is just #like. why would you do that. it's hard to read. but the spirit of italics is to change the font style entirely whilst keeping in harmony #with the rest of the regular typeface which i think would be Neat to bring in esp since italics usually have a bit more flourish to them #the other day i also found out that fangsong is used in government documents n i was like #>:0 no wonder it has every character and variant known to man......

[citrlet]

i fear i may be entering my far cry 5 phase again

#i blame the warm weather because i first played fc5 in the summer of 2018 so now i associate it with summer #i miss that game!! i made so many good friends from being apart of the community back then #and i don't think any game will ever match the vibes mood and aesthetic i got when playing it #it just has such a special place in my heart i love it so much #and of course the soundtrack will never be matched to me lol i still listen to it all the time #it's one of those games i wish i could erase from my mind so i can play it for the first time all over again #i love the feeling of getting back into a previous hyperfixation like oh boy here we go again #anyway nerd rant over

[blunderpuff]

put on tshirt after doing yardwork (cuz i got hot) and my mom immediately commented "look at YOU in bArE aRmS"

so i put on my long shirt again

#me and my mom #no matter how upset i get or tell her to keep her comments to herself... she won't #i'll knit a whole-ass fucking sweater and she'll immediately say 'it's too short' #thank u for invalidating every fucking thing i do and/or make #i made beef stew and it actually turned out good but all she could say was 'the house smells like onions.' #and then i'll see a job listing for something i don't have experience with/can't do and she'll get mad at me and aggressively #tell me 'you can do anything! library work translates to (job field that library work doesn't translate to)' #and it's just so frustrating bc she obviously has this idea of me in her head and i just don't match up #the whiplash from the 'you are so smart and you can do anything!' abt hypothetical things to the 'it's too short' abt things i actually do #'i don't like the color' 'i don't like the neckline' 'i don't wear wool' (it's not a sweater i made for anyone but me) #'oh look at you wEaRiNg ShOrTs' 'oh look at you wEaRiNg a sKiRt' #and danny got fat and she keeps commenting on it and all i can assume is that it's ALSO a comment on my putting on weight #but then we eat at fucking Popeye's for lunch twice a week #and no matter how much i say 'please stop making me eat junk food' we keep going #she doesn't leave the house on her own. she won't let me leave the house on my own #i had more freedom as a 16yo than i do now #wonder why i'm so FUCKING miserable and depressed all the time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i left a decent-paying job! for nothing!! i'm just sitting here and rotting and the library system here sucks and they STILL haven't #gotten back to me even though i applied in FUCKING DECEMBER #she can't finish a meal anywhere so anywhere we go i have to eat half of her lunch. so it's not stuff i would pick anyway #how do you even apply for jobs and put anything in your 'skills' when you're so fucking miserable you wish you were dead