Full of ideas and trying to write them

The whole metaverse can no longer be properly viewed without an account and I am definitely not making one just to see your contact info or opening hours.

earlier this week Twitter user ppuccin0 tweeted about a fashion article that advised against tops with large floral patterns, saying the wearer was in danger of looking like a "ロマンティックおばさん," or a "romantic auntie." the tweet went viral with many agreeing that a "romantic auntie" sounded like a very nice thing to aspire to be, and some even posted illustrations or photos tagged with the trend

illustration by Toyota Yuu (author of Cherry Magic)

illustration by 141shkw/Sora Midori (author of Beautiful Curse)

photos by Takinami Yukari (author of Motokare Mania and Watashi-tachi wa Mutsuu Ren'ai ga Shitai or "We Want A Painless Romance")

illustration by m:m (mangaka of Matataki no End Roll)

illustration by ooinuai (mangaka of Onikui Kitan)

illustration by ma2 (mangaka of The Reason We Fall In Love)

BONUS:

i'm sort of having a mild brain fog moment rn so i can't fully articulate what i'm on about, but i think a lot of able-bodied artists view things like canes and crutches as interchangeable. and they often don't know enough about the wide range of mobility aids to make an informed decision about what their character might actually use based on their disability

I need you to understand this on a deep, personal level. Don't just get this, grok this. You do not. Ever. Fuck with the Waffle House.

Waffle Houses are a tradition running back to mid-20th century Terra. At a glance, they weren't anything special. They were stand-alone breakfast restaurants open 24-7 where the real star of the show was the loaded hash browns - sorry to the waffles, they're good, just not that good.

The thing is, Waffle House took hospitality seriously. Fucking seriously. How seriously? They prided themselves on being the only place open when disasters struck, a place for the community AND disaster relief workers to eat. At least one ancient Earth governmental agency had a scale called The Waffle House scale to determine how bad a disaster was based on how many Waffle Houses were closed in the area and how long it took them to get back up.

This was not just a casual thing. This was truly SACRED hospitality, in a very, very ancient manner. Waffle Houses did not just serve you food, they were the great melting pot of humanity, where no matter who you were, what you'd been through, or how inebriated you were - you could get a waffle at 2 AM.

Now consider this: What happens when sacred hospitality is abused?

That's right. You catch some hands. Waffle House cooks and waitresses developed a rep on ancient Terra. If you wanted to see some shit fly, you messed with them. And then you hoped they wouldn't break TOO many of your bones. Spoiler alert: They're going for the high score every time, because you decided to interrupt the sacred mission of slinging hash to humanity and/or decided to fuck with the vibes.

Waffle House, of course, survived the diaspora into the stars. Most of the Great Houses have them in at least a few worlds. And yes... they are still unchanged, all these years later, assuming you don't count the compact fusion reactor powering the griddle.

So the old advice is still good.

Don't fuck with a Waffle House cook unless you want to die painfully.

And if that Waffle House cook is - against all odds - possessed of a mech?

Do everything in your power - bend over backwards, literally if needed - to keep them happy.

That’s IT.