but i wish i had thought of it

a computer update from eruto

there are some concerned readers in the inbox, so i thought i’d drop by to lay down some details! first: my laptop is definitely fried. it could only barely run if i had a fan pointed at it. without a fan, it turned off within 30 minutes from overheating. it was just generally failing. don’t worry, though: it was a slow decline, so i was able to grab my most important files off it before laying it to rest.

my new computer, which i had the local computer guy build, just arrived… but it is having a lot of issues, too, between ridiculous oversights and other things going wrong. it looks like it could be a few days yet before i’m able to draw, but i’ll keep you all posted if something changes.

thanks for bearing with me, everyone. 

if it weren’t for all your generous coffees, caretaker would be stopped dead with no hope of continuing. everyone who was able to give any little bit quite literally saved both this comic and my ability to draw, so from the bottom of my heart, i am so grateful to you all.

tagging @kryptonitanott because tucker meta

throwing some random rvb thoughts out there since, well, you know. soon.

this might be pure selfishness on my part (which, whatever, any reading of any piece of fiction is bound to be influenced by the person reading it) but tbh if i had to pick one thing i really like about tucker that i wish i saw more of, it’s that he is clumsy with Mature Situations. like, it takes so long for him to even admit he misses church in s11, he doesn’t even know how to verbalize an apology to him in s12, he arguably didn’t even know that church was an AI before the reds told him and had to cover it up with nervous laughter instead of actually dealing with the consequences of what that meant*

and when he tries to be a leader in s12 he expresses so much frustration with himself because it doesn’t come naturally to him and he keeps fucking up and it’s like he keeps trying to be a Mature Leader Guy but no matter what, that’s not who he is

but the point is, he is TRYING–not succeeding or failing 100% but trying. he is thrown into these situations that seemingly call for someone with more experience or prestige and tries to be that person–but he isn’t. he doesn’t know how to Feelings, he doesn’t know how to manage people, he’s constantly complaining about how he doesn’t know, he can’t figure out, etc etc. and all of this was pretty much bottled up and internal until wash came along and made it all real, first by unknowingly pushing his buttons when he was vulnerable and then by apologizing for it and making all these bitter feelings about church explicit and real–but wash was also the guy who told tucker he has potential if he just tried and took himself more seriously, so both factors were a huge influence on how tucker treated serious emotional situations from then on out, those factors are why he tries so much

so yeah, i think the best thing about tucker is his frustration with his own inability to just Deal with his own problems let alone others’ but also especially his perseverance despite or maybe even because of it. he doesn’t really know how to Feelings, doesn’t quite understand them sometimes until someone points them out to him, but he wants to, and that’s a very human experience

*idk if the wiki still says it but in the transcript for the episode where the reds tell him church is an AI, the script says something like *nervous laughter*–implying that he didn’t actually know church was an AI. whether that is an accurate reading of that piece of dialogue or not is debatable but it’s a more interesting reading to me anyway

anonymous asked:

WildeHopps 'What's in a name'

-Wishes there was slightly more content- I thought this say ‘what in the name’ when I first saw this…so…yeah But whatever, let’s do this!

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“You know Nicholas means ‘Victory of the mammals’.”  Nick stated with growing awe.

Judy rolled her eyes at the fox.  They were on a stake-out for a case, and the fox had taken to Zoogling name for the last thirty minutes.   No real reason for it, other than boredom.

He had been going through a laundry list of co-workers and friends.  Only entertaining Judy with the far more interesting name meaning he found, or the lame ones.  He kept to amused hums or a snicker here and there, otherwise.  Judy had stopped paying him much mind as she watched the building in front of them.

“Ugh,”  Nick groaned dramatically after hurriedly typing on his phone.  “Your name meaning is boring.  From Judaea…that’s it.”

“My parents picked it, Slick.”  Judy returned with little interest.

“Well, I guess with 200 plus kits, names get boring.”  She heard the fox shrug out before hurriedly typing on his phone.  “What in the world is an Alder Tree?”

“It belongs to the birch family.”  Judy answered offhandedly, before turning to her partner.  “Why?”

“It’s what your middle name means.”  Nick said coolily, looking up from his phone.  He grinned under her glare and silent demand to know how he even know what her middle name was.  “At least that one kind of goes with the farming family thing you got.”

Judy rolled her eyes, and turned back to the building.

A silence settled over them for a few moments.  Only the sound of Nick’s typing and occasional snickering filled the air from time to time.  Judy turned back to the fox, who briefly glanced up at the building than back at his phone. 

“What does Piberius mean?”  She asked suddenly, grinning at the only slight stiffening of her partner.

“Nothing,” He answered simply.  Judy raised an eyebrow at him.  “Seriously, Carrots, my parents made it up.”

“Really?” She asked as the fox nodded at her.  “Why?”

“Don’t know, Carrots, why did your parents name you Judith?”

Nick sudden defensiveness threw her for a sudden loop.  She suddenly had no doubt he knew exactly the whole story behind it.  The whole story and he found it too embarrassing to tell her.  So it had to be something good.

“Where did they even get it from?”

“No, Carrots, let it be,”  He groaned.

“I won’t stop till you tell me.”

Nick scrunched his face at her for a moment.  They both knew she wouldn’t rest, and it would be come a whole thing.  The fox groaned as he looked at her in thought.

“It’s from Paw Trek,” Nick sighed out hurriedly.  So fast Judy almost didn’t understand him.  She blinked at him in awe, as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.   He relaxed a little with each second she didn’t laugh at him.  “Captain Tirk was a fox, on the show, which back when it aired was really big.  My parents were something of big fans, so they kind of got the name form there.”

“That’s so sweet.”  Judy beamed at him genuinely, putting her hand over her heart and dropping her ears in full awe mood.

“Oh, would you look at that!”  Nick said suddenly, pointing out the windshield of the car.  “It’s our suspect, thank the Moon!  Let’s go, Carrots, we got policing to do.”  He added before hopping out of the car they were in.

Judy rolled her eyes again as she moved to follow after the fox as she lightly jogged across the street.  “Dork,” She breathed.

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AN: This kind of got away from me…but I don’t care.  I like name means and this gave me an excuse to look them up.

I’m taking prompts until 5pm EST on Friday, March 31st, send a prompt to my ask

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on being able to tell the difference between women you envy and women you're attracted to?

Ah, this is what I call the Be/Bang dichotomy. Aka, do you want to be her, or do you want to bang her? I think that the earliest way we experience this as gay people is the way we experience things like celebrity crushes or looking up to women in our lives.

Here is my main thought exercise: would you having the same things she has that you wish you had be better or worse if she didn’t have them? Do you want the trappings of her life or do you want to share her life? Do you want to be as good as her or good enough for her? Is there something in you that wants to be near her, or do you wish that you were her? The more you can think about what each of those things means, it may become clearer and clearer.

29.3.2017. // 9:09pm

Interesting day. Had to do some translation between a client from Austria and, well, basically the entire floor. 😂 I honestly thought my heart would give up or I’d end up grasping for air while talking to the guy. :/ I understood everything perfectly, no problems at all or reason to worry but damn that anxiety. I honestly thought I’d be over that kind of crap.

Later in the day the husband came over, which explains why I haven’t eaten enough yet. 😅 Wish he’d come over more often or I could go to his place, but oh well. I’ll see him next weekend anyway. And for Easter.

I’m still making for tomorrow. 😅 After that I’m going straight to bed, I’m so damn tired. 😴

10

Yuuri tells Victor his thoughts during their first dance.

I want to thank @thehobbem so, so much for co-writing the dialogue! She spent hours going through metas and crafting this line-by-line with me. Yuuri was much harder to write for than Victor and I couldn’t have done it without her tireless work. ;u; I also want to thank @teasidesketches for doing final revisions despite not being in the fandom. You two are the best. <3

I also want to dedicate this to @solfegefaerie for being the first one to give me the idea of writing Yuuri’s vows. They’re not vows this time, but I thought this was suiting. :) 

If you can, you should read this while listening to “Yuri on Ice.” I matched the flow of the comic to that of the song, hence the tribute to the representation of Yuuri as the lone piano until Victor comes into his life as the violin (in case you were wondering about the sudden Music AU thrown in the middle there). 

Pair comic to Victor’s Vows.

When I was younger, I always believed that if two people were meant to be with each other, timing would be irrelevant. But we met at a time when we were both lost; trying to mend our hearts and find ourselves.

If only we could have met at another time, things would turn out different. I’ve learned so much from the mistakes I made with you. I just wish I had made them with someone else.

—  LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write
I wish
what we’ve had—
was just like
a great movie,
that even if
it had already
ended,
I can replay it
all over again,
I wish I can feel it
once again.
—  ma.c.a // I want you, more than anyone else
I wish I could explain it. I wish I had the right words to express what it was that I felt for you. The best way to put it is that I loved you. I loved you with purpose. My love for you was brave and fearless. My love for you was embracing and kind. My love for you was unlike any other love i have ever known or experienced.
—  dittemia
Just because you are broken doesn’t mean you can’t be fixed. Stop telling yourself you don’t deserve something, stop holding back because you think you’re aren’t enough. Haven’t you ever heard that mosaics are made of broken pieces? You may be broken right now, but you aren’t ruined.
I wish I could write angry, ‘moving on’ words that scream ‘fuck you’ into the wind
I wish I could be angry
I wish I could fight, call my sense back to me and listen to the words I give to others
I wish I had rage flowing through my blood instead of this bittersweet sadness rotting at my boness

I’m trying so hard to beat you at your own game. I want to wait to read your messages for hours, to see your messages and not reply. I wish I could play along, I thought I had it in me to act like I don’t care. To be honest I didn’t think I would ever care again.

But here I am, you took 6 hours to reply to my message and I am using every ounce of strength to not open and reply to you after only 2 minutes.

—  I hate that this is such an uneven playing field 
Do you ever catch yourself thinking of me? Of what we had? Of how my eyes would glow every time I looked at you, or how my hair used to shine when the sun hit it? Or maybe how I would laugh so freely either for your stupid jokes or for no reason in specific? I sometimes do. I bet you don’t and I guess you never did.
—  I wish you’d give a damn
// a.s
I wish when I was younger someone taught me to fight. When I was six years old, I felt the first blow of life. Her punch harder than any mans’, and I was left rocking back and forth, gasping for air between sobs, and ready to puke. I wish someone had taught me how to fight back, or at least teach me how to tense my stomach when she is swinging because right when I stood up with wisdom and a newfound strength, I was knocked back down. Why didn’t anyone tell me that if you tuck your thumb into your fist, when you make a solid hit it will break and you won’t understand what you did wrong. Nobody told me that sometimes, people don’t fight fair, and life never does. Nobody told me to prepare for the worst, and if you have to, fight dirty. Life doesn’t know mercy, and neither should you.
—  Lessons from a fighter