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dykealloy · 9 days
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“we sent yuan away so his feelings could subside” you sent him to gay rizz bootcamp is what you did
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taiturner · 11 months
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can't stop thinking about akilah's "we can still get him out of there" because it was so obvious to her. obviously we're going to save this kid, right? her look of confusion and panic when she's told to wait, when everyone else stands there watching, when she feels like she has no option but to do the same -- even after he dies and everyone finally moves and she's still confused because she can't fathom any of this. she couldn't fathom killing nat either, the way everyone stood there and stared while she turned her entire body away so she wouldn't have to watch, the way she doesn't even look relieved when she doesn't draw the queen card because someone still has to die, the way that everyone grabbed a weapon leaving the cabin except for her. but not wanting anyone to die, trying to help, not wielding her own weapon doesn't absolve her of any guilt because she was still a willing participant in all of this, she still stood by, and she has to live (gets to live!) with that. she's been clinging to life all season but she is surrounded by death and it's only getting harder for her to ignore.
if you even care
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50 years on: Mitsubishi Pajero Concept, 1973. Presented 50 years ago at the 20th Tokyo Motor Show in October 1973. Mitsubishi had a license to produce the Willys Jeep in Japan, thus the first Pajero concept was heavily based on the Jeep CJ
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cordial-imputresco · 5 months
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Sketches, studies, and spit
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Here's a PSA about this account (PLEASE READ);
I draw what I want when I want. Do not come into my DM's and make what I draw a moral debate. Do not speak of me like I'm some mysterious monster making this community worse. I am a man making artwork that directly relates to my own trauma and my own identity. Do you not like the fact that I draw so-and-so doing this or that? I could not care less. block and move on. I'm not triggering others by being unashamed to be myself. I have lived many lives in the past; I have been on both sides of the debates both about my identity and about myself. One thing I never will do is change for people who only want more from me. Get off of my account and go do something with your talent other than use it to punch down. Have the day you deserve.
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crispyjenkins · 9 months
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Assassin's Creed fic 👀 I am always a sucker for (good) Desmond Miles fic, hell yeah, would 100% read those if you posted them.
👀 👉👈 you're my new favourite, anon. this isn't close to being done but i'm very fond of it so here's a lil preview~ inspired by esama's study of flight, but with a twist! (gen, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles' a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly)
  Inhaling a careful breath, Ezio pauses half a flight from their destination and Leonardo halts on the step above him, frown deepening in concern. “Ezio?” he prompts, when he still doesn’t say anything.
  Ezio sighs. “We have thirteen recruits now,” he explains, turning to lean his back against the staircase wall; the cool temperature of the stone actually calms him somewhat and allows him to go on, “He’s been with us a few months, now.”
  Tilting his head curiously, Leonardo bends closer to him. “I thought you had stopped recruiting for the time being.”
  “I had.” Ezio rubs over his face quickly, such discomfort usually unsafe to display so openly — then again, Leonardo is hardly his enemy. “One of my discepoli, Adele, noticed him first.”
  “ ‘Noticed him’?”
  “... In my defense, I was away on a long assignment.”
  Leonardo just looks bewildered, an expression that’s usually quite amusing to see on the man, but Ezio can only cough awkwardly.
  “He, ah, was here a week before anyone thought to question him.”
  His old friend blinks slowly at him, Ezio can almost see the calculations happening in his mind, before his whole countenance brightens enough to make Ezio wince. 
  “You mean he infiltrated the Brotherhood? And nobody noticed?” he asks gleefully. “Oh, Ezio.”
  Refusing to flush in embarrassment, Ezio crosses his arms with a humph. “As I said, I wasn’t in the hideout at the time. Geniuses some of my recruits may be, but they all thought I had sent him here. Adele was the one to notice he had previous training, and asked him where he had met me.” Letting out a long breath, Ezio does smile, just a little. “The whelp didn’t even deny having snuck in, ’said that this is where he wants to be and was tired of waiting for chance to put him in my path, or I in his.”
  Leonardo laughs brightly, moving to rest against the wall across from Ezio. “And Machiavelli didn’t kill him immediately?”
  “No, Valeria convinced them all to keep it quiet until I returned from my contract, the little hellions. She even used me as a meat shield when Niccolò finally found out.” Ezio loves his recruits to distraction, they’re his brothers and sisters and siblings and he would gladly die for any one of them. He would also like to never face down Machiavelli’s sword and rarely-used hidden blade ever again. Once was already in excess.
  “And the recruit?”
  “Miles defended himself, of course. At least long enough for Niccolò to become intrigued by his skill.” He’s still testing the theory, but Ezio is fairly certain even the rank of millite is too low for him, though why Miles would be hiding his prowess is a concern all on its own. 
  Leonardo has known Ezio far too long, and far too well to not guess at his unsaid meaning, his lips tugging back into a thoughtful frown. “You think he was trained by another Assassin?”
  “I’m not sure yet,” he admits with a sigh. “He certainly wasn’t trained by any of our branches.”
  “Miles, Miles Miles,” Leonardo muses to the sloped ceiling. “Unusual name. Germanic? Or French, perhaps?”
  Ezio had been considering contacting his brothers in Spain, despite being almost positive that Miles wasn’t trained by them; he hadn’t even considered the French branch. Actually, did the French branch even exist anymore? He thinks he recalls hearing of its decimation around the time of the Inquisition.
  “There’s a thought,” he agrees slowly, rubbing his jaw. “I’d have to ask la Volpe or another older member about their fighting styles, I only ever crossed blades with Helene, and she hadn’t been an Assassin in many years by then.”
  “Ah, Helene... Dufranc, was it? Yes, yes, the lovely rogue from Barcelona. ‘Mon petit Assassin’, if I recall correctly?” 
  Glowering, Ezio kicks his friend’s foot at the reminder of the nickname he only escaped upon return to Italy. Some of his Spanish brothers still tease him about it in their letters. “I regret ever telling you about that,” he grumbles, much to Leonardo’s amusement. 
  Though, he quickly sobers and meets Ezio’s eyes under his hood, pinning him there easily. “Why am I here, old friend?” he asks, softly, but leaving no room to wriggle out of the answer again.
  He really isn’t making this easy, is he?
  Ezio can only hold Leonardo’s gaze for a few moments more, before he has to look away. “Miles is a bastard from a Veneziana whore. He never met his father.” He needn’t look to know Leonardo gets it immediately, but Ezio still goes on, “My students aren’t nearly as subtle as they think they are, and I do not know if it would have occurred to me without their whispers.”
  Leonardo understands this immediately, too. “Ah, does he not bear significant resemblance to you, then?”
  Ezio shakes his head. “My recruits seem to think so, but I’m afraid I’ve gotten far too in my head about it and am no longer sure if what I see is simply what I want to see.”
  “Oh, Ezio,” Leonardo sighs, standing straight to reach across the narrow space between them and put a hand on his shoulder. “I would be glad to meet him, old friend. Then, after, we will sort all this out, just as we always have.”
  Despite himself, Ezio finds himself relieved by the comfort, and reaches up to squeeze Leonardo’s hand, before removing it and stepping away. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and nods to the bottom of the stairs. “Miles is usually sparring one of his brothers or sisters around now, come with me.”
  “Or siblings,” Leonardo reminds him with a soft laugh, following at his heel.
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randaccidents · 2 months
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Aight I'm awake and writing this in class :3
So, what's up with the shadows in this post? Is that Whole? Ehhh yes and no. That's just a shadow.
Kind of like in Light.
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"But wait isn't that Whole" EXACTLY. Whole is a shadow.
And here's where my interpretation steps in. (tossing in a read more this got long)
I think that HMS have always been Whole, in dissonance and harmony alike. There is no higher being they will become when they are harmonious, there is no total being that they make up. They ARE Whole, and there is no Whole. (side note I'm using the "mental illness as a loop" interpretation instead of an actual time loop, there is potential for growth)
So if there is no Whole, why does the shadow exist?
A shadow tends to be what's haunting you, and not what you aspire to be in the mirror. I see HMS pursuing becoming Whole as literally chasing their own shadow, something that doesn't exist yet is still inherently themselves.
Whole, to me, is a shadow that is cast when HMS are together. 'Whole' is a concept that they chase, so he is the concept that they cast.
HMS doesn't reflect Whole, Whole reflects HMS.
As a kind of additional slap to the face, his name is not Whole or Harmonia. He is less than HMS are after all, nor is he the ideal human they are chasing. He is "a sad sulking mess, this human you're being", so he is not Whole. He is also formed regardless of dissonance or harmony as long as they are together, so he is not Harmonia.
His name is Me. ("I AM ME")
There is no god here for you to find. At the end of your faith, there is only Me and Me and Me. You are the gods and titans you have always searched for, Apollo and Artemis and Atlas.
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chonnysinferno · 4 months
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(how i imagine soul to be. i miss him 🙁 ok bye)
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surviveds · 6 days
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"buck" is obviously the name he prefers and i think it's possible tommy will switch to calling him buck (but also, tommy calls chim "howie" still so, maybe not!) but i really like that tommy calls him evan. i think when buck called him he panicked and introduced himself as evan and just never corrected it/asked tommy to call him buck instead... because, honestly, he likes the way tommy says it. it's probably the first time he's felt comfortable with that name in a long time. he'll forever prefer buck, buck is who he is, buck is the version of himself he likes (maybe even loves)... but he likes being evan around tommy.
and i think it's a fun bit of symbolism; buck and evan have always represented two parts of him that he's never been able to reconcile. so his pre-awakening people knowing him as buck while tommy exclusively calls him evan - tommy understanding more than anyone else this new part of himself - is just a really nice detail. and now tommy is being folded into that other part of his life. and those two sides are finally becoming one. (i'm connecting the dots again-)
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visceral-viscera · 1 year
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how am i expected to just do college assignments when my brain refuses to stop playing tiny segments of Every chonny jash song ever. 
im reading and its like 
phytoplankton- “there's an Icarus in all of us-” are strongly influenced- “stuck in-between-” by density stratification, which- “the heart the mind or the soul?-” hints at the potential of mixing regimes to act as- “Yo call me the soul or call me my name-” important drivers of- “so juno got what he deserved.-” ecosystem functioning-
ect ect
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Here's some stylization of some animal crossing characters :)
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cjrights · 2 days
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my best friend just sent me a timelapse of her studying
and she fell asleep in the middle of it
GOODBYE she’s so me
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meteortrails · 1 year
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listen you all have to understand that I feel. SO strongly about science and about life and about ecology like. science and art both arise from the same fundamental human urge to find connection and meaning in the world around us and to communicate that connection and meaning to others, so as to solidify that connection and build community. it’s your connection to the eternal!!! and you are the only you there will ever be, the only one who can build the exact web of connections you can, so you have an obligation to pursue your ideas and create the things you want to create, whether that’s a study on the reproductive habits of bacterium or a book about gay people being insane in space. there is an art to science and a science to art it doesn’t matter if it’s bad you are not the genius merely the conduit genius passes through do you really think you’re too special to make something a little shitty???
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punksarahreese · 2 years
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ooh okay cj im very interested to hear your thoughts about what perfumes/scents sarah would wear!!
Okay so Sarah for me gives very clean and warm vibes, think a woody-citrus scent. I headcanon her autistic as we know and I think scents are super important for her sensory wise. I definitely think she’d be more inclined to fresh scents that aren’t too sweet or anything so I have a couple in mind.
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This one is a light scent from 2010 that I think Sarah would use because it’s just a fresh scent that isn’t too overpowering. The sweetest of the perfumes I chose, the basil still balances it so it isn’t too “candy” like
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For a more woody scent, this one screams Sarah Reese to me. It has that warm comforting forest vibe but still a hint of citrus on top that would be calming to her
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This is by fair the most logical for Sarah, a gentle scent that won’t give her a headache or be Too Much around patients but still a familiar one. The woody scent reminders her of growing up but the tea and citrus is a fresh clean note she loves. I headcanon her mother sent her this for her birthday in 2015 and she started wearing it after that :3
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iceeh · 1 year
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one of my biggest Autism Struggles™ is doing things that feel inauthentic for the sake of social ritual – i’ve been too aware lately of how failing to do said things affects my status in any given community but at the same time a lot of it is unspoken rules, especially when it comes to not knowing where i stand or what i’m Allowed to say within ten thousand different levels of intimacy (i’m so! good! at being overly formal or completely casual but anything in between has me deer in headlights style no sound no words just uncertainty and ice)
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platosgirl09 · 2 years
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" Perfectionism doesn't lead to perfect things, it leads to you not making anything out of fear of not being perfect. "
- CJ the X, "Subjectivity in Art"
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andtothoseilove · 1 year
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I'm so excited my copies of helter skelter and the night stalker will be here tomorrow <333
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