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the one who was a little bit mean was The one

oh for fucks sake!!!!! ugh at her and ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ at you

wishing you good communication and them good listening!!!!!

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Опачки, вспомнила о ядовитой булочке~~~
Просто, динамично, мне нравится)
День 11 - жало

#inktober2025 #inktober #woh #WordofHonor #FarawayWanderers #xiewang #skorpionking #art #sketch #sting

that would be soooo savory-salty, yum

second answer is an enormous amount of whitefish salad on everything bagel. third secret very treyf answer is whitefish salad WITH bacon and avocado. the cream cheese is always scallion or veggie if possible

A BÉBÉ!!!!

i don't have money for advertising but i do have a frenzied passion for logistics

everything bagel, cream cheese, crispy bacon, avocado. i don't care if i win or lose i'm having a great fucking time out there

also like. the most common solution to this problem, in my writerly experience, is to take a walk or a shower, or drink something while i stare out a window. no server farm is required for this task. maybe some sort of massage chair or window-mounted bird-feeder, but not a server farm

xie'er and qianqiao AND xie'er and du pusa!!! they were cooking with induction AND convection

yeah like, leaving out the other side's relationships is not less work, it's extra work! it leaves you with fewer options. imho a couple of extra people to banter between them, or help you build atmosphere, or blurt something out at the perfect time, are a gift

i'll eternally be grateful to word of honor for giving xie'er a best friend who thinks it's super funny when he kills sect leaders

who's going to roast them for acting funny. who's going to reluctantly say something they need to hear. who's going to forget the stuff they promised to bring to the heist or the battle or the double date. shitty little friends add salt to the fries

also if they ARE a brooding secretive loner, there's nothing funnier than giving them some normal shitty little friends

it IS, omg. like personally.... when i am being watched in silence with no noises or interjections at all, i start to panic and think the other person hates everything i'm saying. but for some folks that's the most polite way they know to show attention! we all need a sticker or something, god

yes and i love it!!!! picture us kermit nodding at each other

and to get real honest... the only people who've ever gotten upset or rude with me about active listening (like nodding, mmhmm, i know!) are white, non-poor, non-jewish people. my communication style is not WASPy, even though my face is. in my academic career this has caused some confusion.

but to be honest, i have spent most of my life around like. neurodivergent east-coast fast-talkers. conversations with my oldest friends are all a rapid mishmash of interjections and redirections and shorthand references to other older conversations and jokes. or there's a lot of mmhmm-ing going on

i just... cannot NOT participate in a conversation that i am deeply engaged in. i make affirmative noises, nod, and yes, jump in with supporting examples/context. i do try to do it respectfully, but it's easy for me to get carried away and blurt. i've gotten comfy with saying "sorry, please go on"

banning frankenstein in a frankenstein server is actually on-theme for this year i think

yes he's so traumatized he sees ghosts. but he's fine, really! because his wife can spiritually curbstomp them. ten out of ten characterization

best part of "flower of evil" is when hyunsoo is like "oh yeah didn't i tell you... my evil dead serial murderer father haunts me in hallucinations, but never when my ji-won is around, because he's terrified of her" the absolute terminal turbo-level wifeguyism

yum!!!!! 😍🥮

had the loveliest time moon-watching on the beach with friends tonight! happy mid-autumn fest 🌕♥️🥮

Equinox by Barbara Crooker Another October. The maples have done their slick trick of turning yellow almost overnight; summer’s hazy skies are cobalt blue. My friend has come in from the West, where it’s been a year of no mercy: chemotherapy, bone marrow transplant, more chemotherapy, and her hair came out in fistfuls, twice. Bald as a pumpkin. And then, the surgeon’s knife. But she’s come through it all, annealed by fire, calm settled in her bones like the morning mist in valleys and low places, and her hair’s returned, glossy as a horse chestnut kept in a shirt pocket. Today a red fox ran down through the corn stubble; he vanished like smoke. I want to praise things that cannot last. The scarlet and orange leaves are already gone, blown down by a cold rain, crushed and trampled. They rise again in leaf meal and wood smoke. The Great Blue Heron’s returned to the pond, settles in the reeds like a steady flame. Geese cut a wedge out of the sky, drag the gray days behind them like a skein of old wool. I want to praise everything brief and finite. Overhead, the Pleiades fall into place; Orion rises. Great Horned Owls muffle the night with their calls; night falls swiftly, tucking us in her black velvet robe, the stitches showing through, all those little lights, our little lives, rising and falling.

night falls swiftly, tucking us in her black velvet robe,
the stitches showing through
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REPEATED canon choking. the last time it happens he goes limp and accepts it

there are lots of machine learning tools that are useful to historians (like pattern recognition datasets for researchers who have 5000 pot shards or glyphs to sort, lol). but not one that can fully replace even a single human research assistant!