Francisco: I'm now thinking we should have added more food in this level...
Charlie: It is noticeably missing, isn't it?
Francisco: Yeah!
Charlie: What would the Fabricator eat? What's her favorite snack? I'm thinking, like... a little dessert. Like a French bonbon or something.
Francisco: Yeah... Maybe it's a scorpion sandwich with a chaser of antidote.
Charlie: Ohh, yes! I think she would like- in the same way that people like spicy food, she would like poisonous food, and then antidote chasers.
Francisco: Yeah...
Charlie: ... That's horrible!
some doodles of the tech guys! i thought it would be fun to explore stuff from earlier in the retyrement “timeline” as it were (circa 1985-ish), so this is also a very casual introduction to pre-retirement poe! yes, his muttonchops used to be even worse.
also the other bots’ names being blacked out on the IDs up there isn’t for Sinister Purposes, i just can’t be assed to come up with names for them lmao
Books of 2023. THAT WE MAY LIVE and NO EDGES from Two Lines Press.
NO EDGES came in my Migrations subscription box earlier this year, and I finally got around to reading it this week! It's a collection of Swahili fiction translated to English. I love little multi-author anthologies because it's the perfect amount of taste testing without committing. My favorites were A Neighbor's Pot by Lusajo Mwaikenda Israel and the excerpt from Nakuruto by Clara Momanyi.
Up next is THAT WE MAY LIVE, which is speculative Chinese fiction in translation! The whole series of books looks really cool, so I'll probably be adding all of these to my library piecemeal.
On some level, I think I always understood
That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever
And I tried to do the best that I could
But try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to hold you
Sif of 5-6 years ago (circa 2017-2018) was a fairly different person. Her sins weighed on her heavier and she was still in a desperate, aimless place with little to occupy her thoughts except what went wrong and where the next drink will come from.
Her relationship with Dug was different too. A lot more guilty, a lot more codependent, and with a certain amount of emotional distance that they've had to close over the years. They're getting better about it, but it's taken a while for them both to figure out that they have more to offer and more to live for than tragedy alone.
This song harkens back to a time before Sif had a chance to untangle some things. Even if she hasn't fully embraced them, still.
Meet my beautiful coffee and matcha/hot drinks corner and my beautiful new son, the milk frother.
I got into the (mostly coffee based) YT channel of Morgan Eckroth recently and while I don't drink coffee all that often (and NEVER drank matcha but enjoyed matcha sticks at cons at times), I felt an urge to whimsy up my life. Just add a tiny bit of luxury, especially on those days I work from home. So for Christmas I asked for matcha powder and a milk frother (lovingly dubbed by me and my sister as a milk brother after a wonderful autocorrect/typo, resulting in the frequent use of the phrase "brothering the milk"), and now I have a wee drinks station!
Yes, it takes a wee while to make something, especially if I add matcha (you get the added steps of soaking loose the matcha whisk and whisking up a little batch rather than dumping powder in a mug if u wanna do it "right"). I also heat up my milk, for which it takes a bit of trial and error to find the right length of time in the microwave. It also took a bit of trial and error to learn how to wield the milk brother to get a well-aerated milk with a good amount of froth. But after a few days of experimentation and play over the Christmas holidays, I now make my own cappuccinos, matcha lattes, dirty matcha lattes (coffee with matcha), or as I did just now, a dirty matcha latte with added cocoa powder (yes, that works! Matcha hot cocoa is also a wonderfully comforting drink if you don't mind the caffeine!). Behold!
(I usually use a smaller mug so I didn't use enough milk and base to fill her up but she tastes wonderful!)
I've also made my own flavour infused syrup for my coffees!! We had a horrible teabag lying around no-one will ever drink with hazelnut and cocoa flavour (she tastes super chemical), so I made a simple syrup and soaked the tea in the water for that syrup. I also added some cinnamon to it. She still tastes a little like fake chemical flavour, but also due to the high amount of slightly caramelised sugar and cinnamon, like stroopwafel syrup. So it's a wonderful coffee addition that's so simple to make! And I can and will make so many more in the future!! Cinnamon flavour!! Cardamom flavour!! Peanut flavour for my snickers hot cocoa urge!! The world is at my feet and NOTHING CAN STOP ME *MANIACAL LAUGHTER*
It feels so genuinely strange to feel at peace after being in crisis mode for so many years. My therapist said it takes, on average, 2 years for the results of (C-)PTSD recovery to made visible and I'm right on target for it; it's just. I feel okay and it's starting to sink in.
Good things have happened this year and they don't feel like they're gonna be taken away, I've met very good people and they don't feel out of my grasp. I'm actually getting to know myself, seeing what my autism wants from the world, the candles and incense and sprays pointing me towards sensory seeking (and that's okay!), the special interest in music pulling me in all directions (and that's okay!), spending lots of time reading and changing up what I was taught constitutes a meal by breaking it down (and that's okay!).
I don't actively dislike my field of work, have hobbies I engage in, friends I engage with, a vehicle the same year I got my license, I feel like I'm breathing for the very first time.
I'm okay, and it's starting to really feel that way.
Slowly packing up my apartment of the past two years (as I am planning to move out after graduation if I can find a good apartment in the state that I want to move to for my job) and I’ve realized something as I’m packing things away: 1) I have a fuckton of mugs, 2) I have a fuckton of chopsticks, and 3) I have a fuckton of candles
had you not said you were an English major I would have thought you were a graphic designer major
You give tired chaotic artist vibes
Yeaaaa, I tend to give off that vibe apparently.
I think I'm just chronically tired of anything and everything at this point.
Also, bold of you to assume I'm not a tired chaotic artist on top of being an english major. You should see my sketchbook, it is just as chaotic as I am, and also, very very gay, just like me. That, and my google docs, chaos I tell you. I was at work the other day just painting and I am a toddler when I'm creating stuff because I'll clean it up later.
Especially at work? I'll make the biggest mess in the world and get the side eye from other customers, but yk what? I work here, I'm gonna clean it anyway, might as well have fun.
You should see half the stuff I give my mom. I'm the kid who makes macaroni necklaces and turkey hands as a full-fledged adult and gives it to my mom, who by the way, encourages this. She has my last turky hand framed beside her bed and it looks like a kid with monsterous hands made it.
nothing quite like your parents threatening to leave you in poverty if you don't stop doing political work and just annihilate yourself into your studies
btw on danny abosch's youtube channel he's posted a Sped Up and a Slowed Down version of every goosebumps the musical track, each of which i have already contributed at least one view to since discovering this just the other night
My cat, seeing me replace the filter in the brita I usually use for him and cooking: MOTHER! I THIRST!
I continue to run the water through the filter once as the instructions say
Me cat: MOTHER!!! >>:{ MOTHER I THIRST FOR THE REFILL! MY MUG LIES EMPTY UPON MY WINDOWSILL!
I finally fill up his mug and set it on his little coaster
Him: sigh, FINALLY! I thought you would ignore me forever! You kept trying to distract me with food but that would never work (for more than 45 seconds) for I am PARCHED and practically dying of dehydration! You left me alone for so long and I thought I would die!
I left him for less than 20 minutes to get a few groceries
Simon Riley who after coming back to his flat (courtesy of the government) from his first deployment as 'Ghost', finds a momma cat yowling and crying. She's hurt and has four kittens tucked into her side. Simon takes them to the vet only to be informed that only one kitten survived and the momma is dead.
So he raises the kitten. Bhe bottle feeds it every two hours, keeps it warm and safe inside a box with a heating pad and a hoodie of his. He's sure that it'll die but he keeps trying anyways with the heart wrenching hope that he's wrong.
The kitten pulls through.
Now six years later, he has a sassy sphynx cat who cries and meows whenever she isn't fed on time. When his usual pet sitter bails on him just days before his next deployment, he scrambles. He never knows how long he'll be gone and that's an issue with pet hotels. He has to find someone trust worthy and capable of caring for his darling pet.
Then he meets you by pure coincidence. Ruthie had slipped between his legs on his way out to grab some more of the wet cat food she liked then made a bee line right towards you. She meowed and meowed until you crouched down to pet her. Simon swears he had never heard her purr that loudly before.
You smile up at him and comment on how he has a sweet cat (he doesn't. Ruthie knocks everything over and has broken so many mugs, plates and cracked so many screens he owns plastic versions of everything plus keeps his phone on him at all times). Simon says something about trying to find a pet sitter to you and immediately realizes what he said when you smile. "I can keep an eye on her for you. She seems like a sweetie." You coo and gently scratch under her chin. Traitor, it took him weeks to get her to let him do that. But how can he say no when she's already taken a liking to you.