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hii moots 👋 sorry if y’all don’t remember me I’ve just been lurking for a while 🥲 (my hyperfixation on phighting died 😭)

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 A friend threatened me to repost so I will!

Basically, there r tons of fake asses on tumblr who just want comments and followers, so someone started this to see who's actually a good friend. Everyone I tag better repost (and tag other people and preferably threaten them in a creative way as well) bc I'm high on caffeine and newfound lesbianism and will resort to violence.

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I would tag more people but they're the only ones I've really interacted with-

Built-In Home Office Example of a small beach style built-in desk home office design

Odesa. 2 march 2024

russia killed 7 adults and 5 children (the smallest is a four-month-old baby)

Roofing Gable in Portland Inspiration for a large craftsman gray two-story concrete fiberboard gable roof remodel

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Transitional Living Room - Living Room Inspiration for a large, enclosed, transitional living room with a wood floor, beige walls, and a television stand.

Sun Room Large An extensive arts and crafts sunroom with a concrete floor as an example

Mudroom in Portland

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Wren Abernathy had not been raised to discuss problems in public. Actually, he had not been raised to discuss problems, period. Many families tried to keep up appearances for the outside, but in the Abernathy family it went well beyond that, to the point where it had been nearly impossible for Wren to even talk to Chessie since she’d moved in with him. Of course, he checked up on her, made sure she ate and spent his evenings sitting in front of her bedroom door. But if he was being honest with himself, he’d been avoiding talking about what had happened as much as she had been avoiding him.

So, when Ben asked about her, all he did was dip his head and then look back up with what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “She’s okay,” he said, his intonation falling flat indicating Wren’s response was anything but an invitation to discuss Chessie. “How are you?” he asked, hoping that would be enough to change the subject. He liked Ben well enough, but he hadn’t exactly sought out the most clandestine table in the entire place to still have to talk about what had happened.

Despite his mother’s efforts to always tell Ben it wasn’t polite to be nosy, it never worked. He was always looking at drama from afar and never really trying to get into it himself. The latter was inevitable with a last name like Vanderbilt as well as having a knack for vices. It wasn’t his fault, it was in his blood. At least that’s what he told himself. 

“Good, glad to hear that,” He caught on that this was something Wren wasn’t particularly open about talking about, which was fine. He just liked hearing that she was okay. “I’m fine. I couldn’t be better.” He lied, not wanting to delve into any more details. Ben was a private person, he was taught to swallow his problems and put on a happy face when he was growing up. That was one of the few things that carried over into adulthood for him. “How are you?” He asked, returning the gesture. “Did you have a better New Year’s than the rest of us?”

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Getting out of the house for non-work-related events for the first time in almost three weeks was a thing in itself, but Wren also felt like he was being watched with every step he took. That’s Wren Abernathy, his sister is the one who overdosed on New Year’s Eve, he could hear all around him. And even though he knew it was just all in his mind, it made him uber-conscious of every move he made.

So, instead of looking for the crowds, Wren was happy to find his favorite café and make his way all the way to the back to sit at the tiny round table. He’d been reading the newspaper for a few minutes when he heard glass falling and looked up to the barista who’d dropped things, and then couldn’t help but recognize the person standing just a few feet away from him. “Oh,” he said as the other also seemed to notice Wren. “Hi.”

Cafe’s reminded him of Europe. Well, sort of. Anything was better than Starbucks. Ben was longing for a pastry which is why he ended up inside in the first place. And then he saw Chessie’s brother. Shit. 

“Hey Wren,”  He said. He wasn’t sure if Wren got the full rundown of events that had occurred o New Year’s Eve. Did he know that Ben was with Chessie when she OD’ed? “How’s your sister?” He couldn’t help but ask. All of this felt too familiar and he was going to ask if she was alright any chance that he got.

text @ everyone (wren's entire contact list)

Wren: It's my Christmas card. I made it online.

Ben: Christmas is celebrated so differently in Europe.

Ben: we should try to give it a shot over here.

text @ everyone (wren's entire contact list)

Wren: https://66.media.tumblr.com/2fa9e3cfa39b79f0cc3f8f34deaefe90/tumblr_pkbc48jjna1wrvxqxo1_540.jpg

Ben: what the hell is this??

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“Well, it’s healthy. For your bones, and stuff.” Wren didn’t mess about when it came to his health regime, but regardless, he smiled faintly as he spoke. Wren knew that when they were younger, Ben and Quinn had been close, and after that confusing blast from Gossip Girl Wren had been left with more questions than he liked to admit - but it had all paled next to his break up with Quinn. And so, Wren was fine being polite to the returned Ben, but it feel weird to talk to him, as if too much was still unclear to him. “Oh, yes, she wouldn’t be an Abernathy if she wasn’t,” Wren replied to Ben’s last comment with a smile, though it would sound slightly bitter if Chessie could hear him. Keeping up appearances, that was all that mattered to the Abernathy dynasty - being a good host certainly came with that. “So .. why did you decide to come back?” Wren tried tentatively, not sure where that question would lead them.

“So is kale but you don’t see me downing it every day,” He replied jokingly. Fuck, he really should watch what he put into his body more. There was a lot of shit he put into it. “Yeah, she lets me have some coffee in the morning which y’know, I’m a simple guy. Give me some coffee and I’m set,” The smile completely faded from Ben’s face as Wren asked the question. It seemed like the big elephant in the room. What was he doing back? He hadn’t revealed to anyone that he was here to make amends with Quinn even if Gossip Girl had outed him. As far as he was concerned, it was no one’s business besides his and Quinn’s. Ben then gave a slight shrug, “I guess I felt like it was time for a visit. It’s been a few years,” He tried to sound composed while he answered Wren, “It’s nice to see that not much has changed. I feel like I’m right at home,” That was a lie as well, “How about you? How have you been?”

wrenabernathy‌:

Wren knew the appropriate response was to say he’d prefer beer, but he didn’t. And, when he was feeling fine he could easily just agree with what he should like best and leave it at that, but when he was stressed he slid into type A personality overdrive and he followed his daily schedule even tighter than usual. “I’d have to go with the milk, actually,” he said, but then gave an apologetic smile to the other - letting him know non-verbally that he wasn’t trying to be a buzzkill on purpose. “Anyway, uhm - Chessie told me you’ve been holed up here for the past few weeks. How’s that going? Did she and Ophelia drive you crazy yet?”

What was with no one around here liking beer? He just figured that he was extremely cultured compared to the rest of them. “You’d voluntarily drink milk? Only nutcases do that,” He added. “Are they supposed to be driving me crazy? I’ve tried to not be too much of an intrusion on them since this is their place.” Ben tried to be as respectful as he could in their penthouse. He felt like an intrusion less now but O still scared him a bit. He was getting along with Chessie pretty well. “I’m just thankful for a bed and some coffee in the morning. Your sister’s a pretty good house host.”

wrenabernathy‌:

Wren felt like an outsider - and it felt strange. He’d mostly been observing the other people, laughing and drinking in the atmosphere of the holidays, and Wren was usually a sucker for events like that, but everything had been clouded with misery the last few days. Still, he’d resolved himself to get over it, to make himself happy without Quinn waiting for him somewhere, because if he wanted his relationship with Nathalie to work that’s what it would take. Didn’t mean it was easy, though. “I would guess that if Santa has the ability to visit all homes across the world in a single night, he also has the ability to not get drunk,” he replied dryly as he faced Ben. 

He wished that Wren at least entertained his comment. “Or maybe that makes him work even faster. You’d be surprised what others think they can do when they’re that inebriated,” When he was abroad and that drunk, he felt invincible. Maybe a fictional character would feel the same. “It’s just interesting to think that children are very adamant about putting out beer. And here we’re all about milk.” He said with a shrug. “Would you rather have beer or milk?”

I don’t like art block :<

(if anyone has any tips to get over it please let me know cos I wanna draw i just can’t rn :<)

Western WA things from a long term resident:

Cause eastern wa is basically a different state

… note that while I have lived here for over a decade I’m just talking my experience

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> people who live in the more rural areas find it real strange when there’s continuous smog. Like fog happens all the time but usually that brown haze obscuring the mountains doesn’t last long bc the rain deletes it.

> some people love Seattle and some people hate what Seattle currently is and will rant about it

> The sand is typically relatively coarse and greyish. I went somewhere with kids-picture-tan sand recently and was surprised that that actually exists. Softer sand is usually only in the actual water in areas with more clay.

> We really don’t use umbrellas often, and it’s not so much stubbornness as it is that hoodies exist and no one really walks long distances unless they’re in a city center. There aren’t sidewalks, so you only have to deal with the rain between your transport and the door of your destination.

> if you plant mint, berries, bamboo, or blow dandelions, you are dedicating yourself to having it for life

> ppl are often very careful about food crumbs or they have ants. Sometimes both.

> there are rabbits, deer, raccoons, coyotes, and opossums. You’re gonna see or hear a lot of them, some more alive than others

> people say bag like flag/had/amp. It’s strange and unusual to hear someone say “bayg” but some people do.

> older adults and some of their kids will add an unnecessary “s” to the names of places and I don’t know why (Haggens, safeways, bartells)

> some of those same adults say “worshington” and the rest of us consider them instant enemies.

> during like 2/3 of the year there are bees everywhere. There is gonna be a dumb black jack in your house. It seems like a hive lives in every coffee stand. Wasps have taken up residence by your shed.

> speaking of coffee stands it’s unbelievable leaving Washington and not having coffee stands/shops/bars everywhere. Also where is the lotus?

> Every group of adults u join are gonna have some constant plaid wearers. That’s just the way it is.

> snow plows don’t go everywhere. This isn’t Chicago. We do not prepare. The plows get the arterials and highways and that’s about it unless ur somewhere real fancy.

> you can find clay like… everywhere if you know what it looks like.

> trying to look something up in your state and the results bringing up wa dc is infuriating

> people can get very excited when it’s clear enough to see rainier. For real though you can see rainier, the Olympics, and the cascades from the highway in many places

Random stuff ppl moving to WA might wanna know (that I don’t hear ppl talk abt):

-if u live near a small river u will occasionally experience routine log-removal traffic

-Seattle gets visited by a pirate ship each year

-woods that are not connected to a park have a 70% chance of being overran by brambles

-the main natural disaster in western wa is trees. I am only kinda joking.

- school may close due to bear.

-most of our stuff isn’t built for extreme temps. Ice storms and heatwaves above like 105 tend to cause structural and travel issues.

-roadkill is kinda just an ever present background noise

-Umbrellas are used… but only for full-on storms. They’re kinda just a hassle when u only use them from the car to the building. So unless it’s gonna soak you in 30 seconds…

-people often either quite like or straight up hate Seattle

-Lots of trails, few sidewalks

-Historical references that ppl outside of WA might not know of: Oso, the Grand Coulee Dam, The Equator shipwreck, Marysville Pilchuck High School, the Denny regrade houses

Made it to the bridge on a nearly slack tide!

The most evil person you know is posting about being a people pleaser

I see willingness to engage with conflict as one of the ultimate signs of trustworthiness.

you can’t trust someone who fawns or freezes or falls into hysterics at the slightest hint of a conflict, or who equates conflict with abuse. Their “support” only lasts up until the point where they feel their interests don’t entirely align with yours, which upon reaching they will abandon you like the cowards they are.

*most toxic guy in the world voice* everyone just abandons me for no good reason. i have no idea why. it must be fate

the kind of people who make it an entire part of their personality that they're "kind" are always the people who do the most heinous abusive shit to you and they can never acknowledge it because to do so would go against their self conception of themselves as ontologically good people. they're always people who have like "be kind <3 just trying to make my way through the world as a little sunflower <3" as their bio or whatever and they're always the same people who will do shit like unperson someone over the most casual interpersonal conflicts. also they are almost always remarkably racist liberals.

If I hear “I’m a people pleaser” one more time. Whole time they’re a people agitator. A people disappointer. A people exhauster.

Leftist men say “let’s eat the rich” but still make you cook it first

Some people have love for humanity, but no compassion for it, no real empathy for human beings that goes beyond the surface level and superficial. Being a misanthropist with compassion is better than being a philanthropist who thinks that there is ultimately nothing fundamentally wrong with the world, who thinks it's okay if all the horrors that humans are subjected to continue to persist, because they think "everything balances out in the end" or because "everything happens for a reason" or some shit. Like I'm sorry, but we definitely tolerate toxic positivity and allow it to masquerade as healthy optimism out of a fear of ever validating anything that seems "too edgy" way, way too much. At some point a desire to only think normal thoughts that aren't cringe turns into intellectual cowardice and moral laziness, and you've definitely reached that point if your attitude towards the abundance of heinous suffering in this world is just, "oh gee well that sure is unfortunate, but you know, ultimately life is beautiful and everything is okay, and none of that stuff really matters in the grand scheme of things, life is still inherently good, etc. etc."

If there is no form of suffering so heinous to you that you would rather vaporize the planet than allow it to continue for one more day, then I'm sorry but you are someone with a hollow and performative affection for your species. Valuing the mere absence or presence of human minds over the actual experiential quality of the lived realities of real humans will always be oonga boonga brain shit to me, I'm sorry. Like your primal drive to support the species' survival is dampening your higher moral functioning. I would rather live in a world where there's just three clones named Sally who are immortal and always happy, than live in a world where millions of people are enduring unspeakable horrors every single day, sorry. "The beauty of life" and "the wonderful tenacity of the human spirit" mean nothing to me when there are people living their entire lives in slavery and little girls are getting gangraped to death. The fact that people regularly take their own lives because their pain is so unbearable that they'd prefer to just cease existing should tell us all we need to know about the value of quantity vs. quality on this issue. Life itself is not inherently good any more than anything else is, and more life does not automatically equal more value and goodness. If you see nothing wrong with throwing new people into this world despite knowing what it could have in store for them, what potential fates they, or their children, could endure, then you only love humanity in the way you love coffee or a good book. You love the idea of humanity. The ideal of humanity. What humanity represents to you. You love humanity as a concept, not as a collection of individual human beings with thoughts and feelings.