HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!!

I'm literally buzzing with excitement for the Wind comic thing :> I've been coming up with my own theories of what it could hold, and even making a video based on those theories! Tho, it'll take some time to finish XD It's like...A big project. Love your works!

This ask made me so happy I blacked out and this appeared on my screen.

I have the comic planned and sketched out with placeholder dialogue between the rodent sisters I just need to finalize it when I can!

tiny yoichi (unwillingly) lures out soldiers by being his helplessness little self so his brother can strike

not to out myself on main but Katsuki Bakugo continues to make me fucking insane

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.

xxx

i also have been testing pngtuber+ vs veadotubemini and heres rhe fruit of a 49 layer model

saving photos off the aew website

aew posts photos from dynamite/rampage in their photo gallery here: https://www.allelitewrestling.com/aew-photos

you can't right-click on anything in the wix gallery, which means you can't right-click save the images. however you can click and drag the image to a new browser tab, freeing it from the clutches of the wix gallery.

now you can right-click save the image, but its actually a "webp" file. bad! i hate webp!

you can access the jpg version of the image by simply deleting everything after the "~mv2.jpg" part of the url. so you want to keep only this highlighted part, basically:

now you are looking at the jpg version of the photo! it's not a webp and as a bonus its at its largest original size. congrats.

its kind of a pain in the ass to manually delete part of the url for every photo if youre saving a bunch of them. i use a bookmarklet to truncate the url automatically. here:

javascript:location.href = location.href.substring(0,location.href.indexOf("/v1"));

you use this by adding a new website bookmark in your browser, but instead of putting a website url you put that whole javascript line in there.

when you click this new bookmark, it'll look for the phrase "/v1" in your current tab's URL and delete it along with everything after it for you, and then load that url. handy!

it will do this for any website or url. so dont click it when you dont want to

its the Good Kush she got it at the dollar store :3

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you ever have that moment when you've come up with too many ideas and started too many projects that you can't decide what to work on so you just sit and do nothing thinking about all of the things you could be doing that you're not quite inspired enough to do?

and i know its said a lot but im soooo serious when i say trans women who are musicians are so fucking good. go listen to pigeon pits three albums in a row and experiencing her journey in discovering herself and the evolutions of her relationship then come back to me

Man....I hate having a job.

I've been worried about my vision for a while now since an eye doctor told me when I was younger that I would be legally blind one day if my eyesight didn't stop deteriorating so rapidly, and for the past few years my vision hasn't been fully clear even when I choose the best possible prescription from the slides that they show me. I had been too scared to mention it to an optometrist before bc I didn't want to admit that it was an issue, but I mentioned it this last time I went and it turns out my prescription was just slightly wrong! My right eye is actually slightly less nearsighted than we previously thought bc it also has astigmatism. So they were able to correct for the astigmatism in my lenses this time, and I just picked my glasses up today and for the FIRST time since I was probably in middle school I'm actually able to see 100% clearly with my glasses on. And my left eye had the exact same prescription as last time, so it seems like my vision loss is finally slowing down. I'm so fucking relieved I could cry

same anon here who sent the original ask,,, it’s not exactly in video format but i swear, by sheer coincidence, i wasn’t even actively searching for it, i found an extended version of the cute lil punching thing???

https://www.tumblr.com/beyondallreasonablesport/16985250525/fuckyeahsebson-maythekersbewithyou-mark-acts

what a coincidence frrr i wasn’t even trying to search for it and it just… popped up… it’s 4am and i’m freaking out at this coincidence. anyway! it’s not the best quality but aaaaaaaa

Anon tysm omfg!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 you really delivered!! <3

I think I'm still gonna be a bit sad for a while that I can't go find it in the archive itself, but I really appreciate you sending it!! What a crazy coincidence! It's a shame that the op is deleted because I'm really curious if I had the race correct or not. But finding out that something has been deleted is one of the worst things to experience online I think, you just feel kind of empty because it's something you'll probably never get back sigh sigh :,)

me: listening to tma again will just make me sad and frustrated especially in s2 because jon makes every bad decision possible

s2 jon: (spies on his coworkers’ houses)

me: fucking freak. tell me more