#lamp posting

[notthatkindofgrrl]

what’s your deal..

[autisticwurm]

To anyone who sees

I have found a concerningly little amount of lamps and lanterns today I request that you send me lamps as a response, reblog or ask because dear god I need lamp and lantern images please

I specifically really like streetlamps and railroad lanterns

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but any type of lamp will do!! :3

also please, DONT BE SCARED TO SPAM ME OR TELL PEOPLE

I NEED AS MANY LAMP AS POSSIBLE THANK YOU :D

[byurke]

my lamp is going through some shit right now

[mothbait]

Wating till I get off work to watch the new episode but theres Loona and Octavia in the thumbnail so I’m. Cautiously excited?

[caffeinatedphosphor-blog]

Open Starter

The Refuge had an eerie, cold aura around it, like the vague malaise before someone fell ill. The majority of citizens avoided the darkened streets altogether, while those who had to brave the outdoors hurried past with faces buried in their scarves. Even the brightest, most resilient lights began crystallizing too fast in the chill, much to the dismay of the city’s maintenance expert. 

“I was just here, and, this is gonna be my whole day today, huh--” The Lamplighter muttered to himself. The once-lit street he was at only an hour and a half before was already starting to dry up. He looked around. He saw no one through the halflight and, with the help of a guardrail, he climbed the dimmest lamp. Sitting on one of its decorative prongs did not look comfortable by any stretch of the imagination, though he managed. He hung a still-full jar of phosphor on the other prong, and got to scrubbing the inside of the glass with an old sponge. All the dead crystals sure didn’t want to come off...

He hummed a familiar tune as he worked, and despite being in weirder positions before, he prayed he wouldn’t be recognized. 

[caffeinatedphosphor-blog]

Are you any good at music? Can you sing?

am i good at music? no. kind of awful at it, to be honest, but people keep telling me i could sing in theory?? i don’t believe them but they say it

before i started transitioning i was actually in my school’s theatre club? class? thing? as an actor, because any and all misguided gay kids end up in theatre club in some way, but when that turned out to be a bit too much spotlight (and also, voice cracks, and like. remembering stuff. oh god) i was one of their tech guys until i was done with school. messing with lights / practical effects / building things, y’know, all the fun stuff.

thinking about it, i haven’t visited in awhile. i wonder if the same teacher is around. 

[caffeinatedphosphor-blog]

You have a pancake related surprise waiting for you back at home. -Legendary Pancake Anon

one fear

[caffeinatedphosphor-blog]

What's the most dangerous situation you've ever been in?

i hope you’re strapped in because this is gonna be another story. 

there’s a big bunch of connected skyscrapers over where the glen ruins meet the refuge which we just kinda call the towers. (not to be confused with the giant, awful tower at the centre of the city.) and it’s a five minute elevator ride to the top of it, and some architect who i hope to this day was fired was like, ‘what if we make all the stairs, access points, etc on the outside of the building with this metal catwalks? it’s not like they’re ever going to break or need maintenance or anything.’ 

naturally, they break constantly. and everyone else enjoys their life too much to actually like, volunteer to go fix them, so i end up doing it. it’s not bad, it’s usually a quick fix and it’s an excuse to use power tools that aren’t legally mine. 

now, that changed drastically when these squares started showing up everywhere. 

so there i was, living my life, trying to fix the entranceway into Ling’s cafe for like, the third time in a week because some square particles can’t screw off permanently. we’re having a conversation from either side of this three foot stretch of metal that just got straight up eaten, im milling around in my toolbox and he just stops mid-story. a weird-ass buzz starts coming from maybe two inches behind me. i grab the screws i was looking for, i make sure my hat was still thoroughly on my head. and i just sighed the sigh of a broken man. 

there between us, floating in the same space i was trying to fix was a ton of goddamn squares. whatever, they’ll be gone in a few minutes, right? 

i stand up and look at ling, who looked back at me, and then we stared at the newfound mess with disdain. then they started chasing after me. not destroying the catwalks at least. but it just. really wanted my blood for some reason? 

so i, like any individual who does not fear death nor consequences, ran up the stairs to the next tier of catwalk, jumped off of it onto the building, climbed up the windowsills to the top of the building, and i just kinda. waited. i think an hour passed of just these squares getting closer and closer to me, im on the edge of this building and trying to pass it off to ling as it not being the worst situation ever, and eventually all the squares just. went away. i fixed the catwalk and i think i spent the rest of the day laying on the floor of his apartment in a heavily caffeinated haze. 

so yeah i like, almost died? a little? but like??? it’s fine i guess. it’s a cool story to tell to coworkers at break times. hopefully it, uh, won’t happen again.