shuzuko
This was the one. Every once in a while my brain just says “hey, remember that fucked up story where the kids had a smart room that became whatever they wanted and it spoiled them to the point they murdered their parents with lions? Wasn’t that fucked up? Let’s think about how fucked up it was for a while!”
It was 7th grade for me, but still, I can’t believe we read that as kids.
Holy balls, I didn’t even zoom in to look at the prongs on that serpent ring. That’s the kind of design made by someone who only ever designs shit and never has to work on the physical product. It looks cool but no one will ever bother to attempt to recreate that if they need to do maintenance. Plus I could easily see the little circles just, bending off and OOP, there goes the stone. There’s a reason prongs are designed the way they are.
Fucking design nerds 🙄 and I say that as someone with more design experience than practical experience - but at least I fucking listen to actual bench jewelers when I do my CAD work.
Jfc
So, my husband is a jeweler. We recently started our own business (mostly repairs right now). These things are largely poorly designed and way overpriced for what they are. Plus, there’s a lot of bullshit like “14k black gold”, which isn’t a thing. It’s possibly 14k white or yellow gold with black rhodium plating, which will wear off in about 2 years and need replating. And there’s one with a 1.5ish carat diamond and a few melee marquis, with no other detailing or anything particularly interesting other than the “14k black gold” bullshit, and they’re trying to sell it for over $10,000 usd. Fucking LOL. This site is trash.
Oh, you’ve got a carb nibbling goblin, too? If we accidentally forget to put away the bagels, the bread, the muffins, the cookies, the cake, the insert whatever carb treat here… We will inevitably wake up to find tiny holes chewed out of the bag or box and shredded crumbs everywhere, including stuck to the little asshole’s fur.
My husband and I met at a friend’s house and both ended up staying the night. The friend went up to his room, my husband set up the pull out couch for me to lay on… and then went to go sleep on the recliner. It was fucking adorable and I’m pretty sure that right there was the moment I decided he needed to be mine. I laughed at him and told him he needed to get his ass over to the bed because there was no way we weren’t going to at least cuddle after making eyes at each other for 6 hours straight, lol.
Respect is fucking hot. I don’t understand guys who don’t get that, or women who don’t think the same way.