the backlight doesn't show up well in places (hm go figure, black backlighting and also it's bright outside) but here's the aesthetic!
Programmed like so:
I still think it turned out neat in the end. (And the black part is still backlit, interestingly enough, so when it *is* dark I can still see my keyboard.)
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brother just yanked me along for a car ride all over town to deliver handmade treats to half of his friends and sure I'll pretend with you. I'll crawl into an old skin of mine for you. Anyway the point here is that we get to the last house and he goes "yeah she's kinda angry with me right now, rightfully so. You deliver this one" and well she was my friend too back when I lived here
so I go and deliver the scones (which a, it's adorable that my brother made treats for his friends because he's not really into baking or anything, and b, it's doubly adorable because this friend goes nuts over our homemade scones) and she was so happy to see me!! and we had a happy moment!!
anyway my brother is adorable and it's so awesome and wholesome of him to like. specifically make specific treats for a friend who's not even talking to him at the moment. and concoct an elaborate plan of "drag the older sister along for no reason at all so friend can feel comfortable accepting the scones and maybe sister will cheer up friend while she's at it but don't tell sister about any of this until we are in friend's driveway"
Merry Christmas, at least there are still some people who do neat things like that. How amazing that I get to be his sibling.
oh heck yes
everyone deserves one of these bad boys
reblog to give your mutuals a burned cd
"paring knife? you said paring knife? uh, never mind then" I say as I subtly tuck my favorite parrying knife back into my boot
update! i bought spinach because it has iron! next time I have rice we're gonna party but for now i kinda just monch it straight outta the bag like it's potato chips
doing something I hate (making rice) so I can do something I love (delaying my inevitable demise)
BROOO THIS LOOKS SO COOL would love to stay updated on this :D
for anyone mildly curious about my writing, here's a bit of a concept for one of my main characters.
"How do I come to terms with death when I have the power to undo it? How can you tell a grieving child that they shouldn't try to save their last friend when they have that capability?"
introducing the necromancer who isn't necessarily afraid of death, but more incapable of coping with it.
hear me out. if you're a powerful necromancer, you're not going to be okay with the people you care about just dying when you can undo it. and even after death, when you can talk to their ghost, you're not really coping with the fact that they're physically gone. you can be okay with death as a concept, but as something that takes people away from you? mental breakdown
anyway I was just having Thoughts about him so cheers and take it how you will. I love talking about my blorbos :)
i felt like the answer was so obvious on this one. and it was the answer no one chose
okay poll time!
"Perhaps another baleada will cure me."
i should do something with all my liked posts
like reblog them, perchancge?
would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no
the third friend to join the ranks
A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES
he just a lil guy
here to explore (you can call me music, pronouns I'll leave up to you!)
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