Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol

Miles Kane via eltipicoprograma post - 08.03.2024

Beyond skyrim as a concept fascinates me because presumably ldb experienced all the horrors skyrim and solstheim had to offer and said ok. More

People are kind because once my bag broke coming home from uni so I couldn't take the tube because I couldn't carry it all and my phone died and I had to load all my stuff into a taxi instead and the taxi driver was ok with driving me out into the country even though it meant she'd get basically no fares all the way back and she talked me through my awful panicky day for the whole ride and then I left my wallet on the floor of her taxi and didn't realise, and three days later I was about to take the train and I needed my wallet but I couldn't find it and I was about to absolutely lose it when I noticed a package. And the taxi driver she had remembered my name and found my address and sent it back to me. And she had paid extra to make it tracked post to make sure it wouldn't get lost in the mail. So the worst thing could have happened so many times (lost in the city with a dead phone and belongings spilled out on the street worst thing, losing my wallet and so my tickets and my train worst thing being afraid to ever take the train again frankly worst thing). But it didn't.

what do you think is the worst octopath take you’ve ever seen

ok i’ve seen a lot on reddit. because sadly i do crosspost there… so i can’t remember everything but one from recent memory that i remember clowning on with my friend is someone on reddit saying that alfyn and tressa wouldn’t like each other. literally why the fuck would they dislike each other they’re actually best friends forever

headcanons of things the yugiohs can't do

listen they're all perfect little angels but everybody's bad at something

yugi: can't school

anzu: can't sew

tristan: can't sing

joey: can't dance

seto: can't draw

duke: can't smoke

serenity: can't cook

mai: disaster lesbian who's only skill is conning people

I genuinely quite like traveling alone, but there is something uniquely terrible about taking all your luggage with you into the bathroom.

What ever you do don't think about Percy reading Estelle a little kid version of 'The Odyssey' because that's what Sally read to him but he doesn't want to scare her. Don't imagine Sally looking on with guilt in her eyes cus she HAD to read him the real one so he knew what to expect. Don't think about Sally looking down on her little girl with tears in her eyes cus she doesn't need to worry about snakes in her bed or teachers being Cyclopes. Don't think of Sally seeing Estelle with Paul and having to leave the room cus when Percy was that age they had Gabe. Don't think of the unimaginable guilt that Sally must feel for being relieved that Estelle's biggest battle at 16, is her Dad being her teacher. And whatever you do don't think about Percy feeling like an outsider in his own family even though he gets constantly reassured that he's part of it and loved.

trying to find a new backpack is so hard because they're all so fucking ugly

anime resale stores here always have absolute mountains of love live figures from every iteration of the franchise with every character and costume you could imagine...except i've never been a figure girlie so i always just look over the shelf in awe because i can't really see myself buying anything. except, that is, for the early love live sunshine aqours figures with no legs. that, i would buy

hot take but some of y'all with abusive and/or controlling parents would do better on the streets. I'm not gonna provide criteria for how to tell because i'm not an expert and everybody's situation is different, but here's a friendly reminder that they don't even have to lay a finger on you for this to be the case.

this kind of turned into a mini (NON-EXHAUSTIVE) advice post so:

Remember, if you think this might be you, please please please try to find a way to start researching what resources will be available to you, and try to leave on a weekday because many places are closed for intakes on weekends.

Reach out to people who you know will keep your concerns confidential. Find out who's considered a mandated reporter and what they absolutely have to report - which could differ from state to state/area.

You can pack a 'go bag' without raising suspicions if you frame it as an emergency preparation for, say, a house fire or natural disaster. I would highly recommend investing a nice duffel bag.

Bring lots of trash bags and/or grocery bags and lots of extra socks (laundry programs lose socks all the time). If you're bringing canned food, get your own can opener.

If you have a food allergy, I would highly recommend prioritizing getting on food stamps, as many shelters and programs straight-up will not accommodate your allergies.

Anyways this absolutely wasn't meant to be an advice post or masterlist of what to do and what not to do but if y'all wanna add on i think that'd be great. as with any advice, your mileage may vary.

(ice cold take but if you're a parent and your kid would do better on the streets than in their own damn home with their own damn family then you've done fucked up and i think you should pay your child One Million Dollars For Everything. Per year. Forever.)

tsa agents always love my pins

Prompt - December 4th. Good King Wenceslas.

The wind was howling a lament through the trees above them, but the small hollow they’d tucked themselves into was dry, even if Ace’s hands still ached from the cold. Camping, the Doctor had said. Bloody well camping. Well this was nothing like skiving off with her friends back home, campfires, charring sausages over the fire, being stupid with no adults around to be boring and sensible. 

“C’mon, Professor, can’t we go back yet?” 

“No,” he informed her sternly, and pointed the end of his brolly at the pitiful pile of sticks she had scrounged up, “fire, please. My nose is starting to get a chill.” 

“Yeah, well maybe you can use that to keep the wind off,” she sniped back, and rubbed the sticks together again. Pointlessly. Her hand strayed towards the inner pocket of the jacket, but a pointed cough sent it back down. That would’ve made one hell of a bonfire, she thought mulishly, even if it would’ve blown their shelter sky high. Best place for it, and they could head back to the TARDIS where there was- was there heating? There were blankets anyway, and a kettle for tea.

Something white landed on the sticks in front of her. Then another, and snow was coming thick and fast, and any hope of lighting a fire with these stupid sticks was over. 

“Professor,” she groused, drawing it out, and he relented, propping the brolly behind her and releasing the catch to protect them from the weather. 

“Go on then,” he said, nodding at her pocket, and cast his eyes to the overhanging log that protected them in lieu of the sky as she triumphantly pulled out a lighter and scraps of paper. Old receipts, notes they’d left for each other at various points, handy little firestarters. She screwed them up, tucking them under the sticks, but the Doctor’s hand was lightening fast, snatching a piece back from the brink of destruction to smooth out and tuck back into her pocket. Nope. Mysterious nonsense, she was Not Going to Ask. Survival skills, meet disposable Bic lighter. Hah! At least her hands were warm now, and the brolly was protecting them from the worst of the bitter wind.

“What was the plan next?” and the Doctor screwed up his face. “Campfire songs?” she suggested, grinning. “Stop me if you know this one.” She opened her mouth as if to sing, but was immediately silenced by- pastry? She bit down, and yeah, a croissant. Huh, with chocolate. 

In her distraction, the Doctor had conjured up a cake tray. Tiered and all, like they were having a posh afternoon tea in the middle of the woods in a snowstorm. He hadn’t even brought a bag! Bloody Time Lords. She crossed her eyes, and picked a piece of lint off the end of her croissant. That explained something, she guessed, and her eyes went blurry as she focused back on the Doctor, who was pulling out a teapot so comically out of size compared to his jacket pocket, spout already steaming. 

“An’ yoo ma’muse icks?” she complained through the pastry, ignoring the chiding look at her lack of manners. 

“I won’t always be around to play Prometheus for you, Ace,” and there was a brief old sadness to his voice, before he started patting his pockets, making tutting noises, before he pulled his hat off, and pulled two teacups out of the crown, wiping them out with the end of his scarf. 

He poured hers first, leaning around the side of her cheerily blazing fire to pass it over, and she supposed she could manage without milk or sugar. So long as he passed over one of the muffins off the stand too, and her hopeful eyes bore fruit as he sighed, passing it over balanced on top of his hat. 

There were no sausages, no being silly with her old mates, but when she stretched her legs out to press her boots against the side of the Doctor’s trousers, he didn’t shift away, and it wasn’t too long till dawn when they could get back to the TARDIS. Her jacket clinked reassuringly when she moved, and she hoped she’d be allowed to break camp. Camp would go flying, she promised, as a stray snowflake caught the back of her neck.

loooove this puzzle. super haizcore. sad that i completed it so fast

(vintage travel tickets by the brand galison)

You know, I've considered making and selling custom leashes and collars/"seatbelts" for stuffed animals to clip them to your belt or bag so they don't get lost while you travel with them. I made leashes that are clipped to my backpack so I can travel with 2 plushies at the same time.

Would anyone even be interested in that?

Today's train rides were so exhausting. Almost got stuck in a carriage where the AC was broken, so we had to flee into a different one and had to stand for the rest of the ride. At the central train station we missed our connecting train because we were delayed and the platforms were so crowded we could barely move. Figured we had to take the longer indirect route, but the train we needed to get to another transfer station got switched not once, but twice to a different platform before the stop we'd have needed straight up got cancelled.

So we just took our initial connection, but an hour later.