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Confiscate
"I don't understand why he works so hard on a device to duplicate a sound so easily made with hand and armpit." —Barrin, progress report
Artist: Adam Rex
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The Agenda
October 19 2023by The Rooster Crows
Everyone has an agenda. A mother’s agenda is to take care of her children. A postal carrier’s agenda is to deliver the mail. A politician’s agenda is to get re-elected. An American’s agenda….that’s a good question.
Our goal, or agenda, should be to live under the laws of the Constitution. When citizens are abiding by the Constitution, we have no right to…
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The Metal Box
Well, I’m not too sure what influenced this dream, perhaps it was listening to that you tube channel called “Wartime Stories,” about servicemen’s paranormal experiences on various military reservations, war ships and the battlefield. The descriptions of the settings and atmosphere in the field, brings back certain feelings like how you felt in a similar environment and setting.
But, I can tell…
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#barracks#bundles#cash#commander#confiscate#formation#general#metal box#money#National Guard#non commissioned officer#officer#reserve#tattletale
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Surely you confiscate the properties in the meantime ?
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So sorry but this is all I could see in this picture
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#why does he remind me of winnie the pooh all of a sudden#answered#fork-bork#they confiscated his eyes poor boy#could've at least left him the eyebrows
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Child safety? On Kamino???
#chiligerart#tbb hunter#the bad batch#star wars#clone force 99#clone cadets#meme#hunter stole the knife from the armory while 99 wasn’t looking#the elder cadet is fives#cuz echo would confiscate the blade immediately
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I don't think I've really sat down and let enough sink in about how brutally real Riz's whole deal is this season. It's a kid raised by his single mother, reckoning with his father's absence, who never had any true friends until this gang of bumblefucks. And now he's faced with a future where his friends failing school is not the problem, no, what's really stressing him out is figuring out how the hell he gets it to where they all end up in the same place. How does he keep them together. Because at the end of the day simply passing isn't gonna cut it if they all go down different roads and he ends up alone all over again.
The feeling of being a kid who has been bullied their entire life, finally acquiring good friends who make you happy, and then the nauseating dread and panic when you start to realize that it can't last forever. Murph you fucking criminal.
#i dont know why its just NOW clicking for me#im having a very so tactical so late response#like i know this feeling so intimately they could confiscate my ace card lol#dimension 20#d20#fantasy high junior year#fhjy spoilers#fhjy#riz gukgak#brian murphy#i love riz
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mischaracterising dick grayson’s robin as a feral, violent pseudo murderer because profound hope and perseverance in the wake of immense loss is apparently too complex of a character arc
#i am at my limit#dick grayson#spokes#dc comics#‘dick is awful and violent but this OTHER character is perfect and good and loves being robin’ in seven days u will begin coughing#im formally confiscating the word feral until u can be fucking normal about it
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This came to me in a dream like five months ago
Edit (June 15 2023): no this is not Lego Monkie kid Macaque, it’s just one of Monkey King’s monkeys, this is JTTW art not LMK art pls guys
#KNOX ART (me)#Monkey King | Sun Wukong#Incorrect Quotes#not really a quote i came up with this#HGL;KSJFWE#Journey to the West#Meme#I'm serious when i say i dreamt this#this is my contribution to jttw#someone confiscate my pen#jttw
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~all creatures great and small~
(amazing illustration by the awesome @david-talks-sw)
“And just what exactly is it that you’ve been doing?”
Obi-Wan had to stop himself from giving his fellow Councillor—and friend—a rather pronounced eyeroll.
“You tell me,” he said without taking his eyes off his clamoring little herd, feeling rather proud of himself. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Mace came up to his side and crossed his arms, looking decidedly unimpressed. He looked at Obi-Wan, then at his rambunctious little friends and their merrymaking, then back at Obi-Wan again.
“It looks like you have been avoiding meetings all morning.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his mouth. He carefully put his hands in his large sleeves.
“Have I?” He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if he saw Mace’s no doubt exasperated face, so he kept carefully looking onward. “You should have called me.”
“You know I did,” Mace griped, valiantly ignoring the racket and still boring holes in the side of Obi-Wan’s face.
If it came to a contest of wills, Obi-Wan knew he’d be hard pressed to match Mace’s stubbornness. He turned to face him, and inevitably let out a huffed chuckle. Mace looked annoyed alright, but he could do nothing about the twinkle in his deep eyes.
“You,” Mace insisted, no doubt trying to maintain what he probably hoped to be a convincingly stern demeanor, “have spent all day corrupting our next generation instead of going over mission reports.”
“Really, Mace—”
A yellow blur careening between the two of them nearly knocked them off their feet. A beige, more bipedal one rushed right after it, bumping into them both with equal speed if not equal force.
“Sorry Masters!” the youngling yelled over her shoulder without stopping.
Obi-Wan had to cough into his fist to keep from cackling.
“Obi-Wan.” Mace said.
“She apologized,” Obi-Wan pointed out with a brilliant smile.
“You still haven’t.”
“What for?”
Mace’s control finally cracked, and he thrust an accusing finger at Obi-Wan’s innocent face, ready to give into a rare display of unrestrained aggravation. Obi-Wan quickly batted it away and beat him to the punch.
“It’s a perfectly good way of teaching the younglings patience and control!”
Mace blinked at him, his mouth left hanging open, his finger still up and now pointing somewhere over to the right. He turned slowly, and surveyed the bustling courtyard in bemusement. The half-dozen or so pufferpigs that Obi-Wan had let loose there were being corralled by three times as many eager younglings, clone cadets and Padawans, and the animals all felt entitled to express the full range of their feelings on the matter in a loud and enthusiastic fashion. Little Mari Amithest was still running after the particularly rowdy creature that had mistaken Obi-Wan and Mace for Rodian bowling pins.
Mace’s eyebrows climbed to previously undiscovered heights.
“What part of this,” he gestured incredulously, “is controlled?”
“None of the pigs have puffed yet,” Obi-Wan explained seriously.
Mace’s eyebrows were now on their way into orbit. A moment passed. Then, his expression of astonishment seamlessly melted into curiosity.
“They haven’t?” he asked, considering the whole bunch with renewed interest.
“I told you, it’s a proven method,” Obi-Wan insisted, vindicated. He pointed to the far corner of the courtyard, where Katooni was showing some of the younger children how to feed a happy looking unpuffed puffer. “My Padawan has taught that one to do tricks.”
The squealing puffer was hopping from one foot to the other before avidly sweeping treats from the children’s outstretched hands.
Mace was now looking suitably impressed. More careful study of Mari’s chase was making it apparent that the animal she was after was not distressed in any way, but was—rather mischievously—trying to run off with her sash clutched in its stout trunk.
“You shouldn’t let emotions cloud your perception,” Obi-Wan reminded him in a serious voice.
“Hm,” Mace conceded magnanimously, impervious to the teasing.
The twinkle of carefully contained amusement that had been present in his eyes from the start had won over all other sentiments. A wet snort had the two Masters look down at the adventurous pufferpig that had made its way over to them. The amicable beast was fixing them with soulful blue eyes, candidly inoffensive. Its stubby tail was wagging quite politely. Mace distractedly bent down to pet the expectant critter on its broad, squishy face.
“It wants to smell your lightsaber,” Obi-Wan warned. “They like crystals.”
Mace straightened and put a hand on his hilt.
“The Mining Guild didn’t pick them up yesterday?” he inquired. “That was on the agenda.”
Obi-Wan shrugged.
“They tried, but for some reason all the identity chips turned out to be unreadable. There’s no way to prove who these fellows belong to.”
Mace gave him a flat look.
“Hondo stole them from a Republic transport.”
“There’s all sorts of things on Republic transports,” Obi-Wan reasonably pointed out.
“The transport was chartered by the Mining Guild.”
“Hondo wiped the manifest during his hijacking. There’s just no way to know.”
“Your Padawan was there to escort the Mining Guild representatives.”
“Some mysteries can never hope to be solved.”
The pufferpig had taken to bonking its head against their legs affectionately. Mace, bowing to the undeniable strength of Obi-Wan’s ironclad argumentation, very seriously gave the tenacious quadruped another pat.
“They’re not staying,” he reminded Obi-Wan firmly.
“Obviously not,” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “The Temple would be a terrible environment for them.”
His friend narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“And you’re not making me spend my time finding them a place.”
“Honestly, Mace.” Obi-Wan gave the affable puffer a gentle shove, and it obediently trotted away to a nearby group of younglings and clone cadets who were already entertaining one of its siblings. Obi-Wan wiped his hands on his pants. “Naboo has very responsible educational farms.”
“Does it,” Mace said mildly.
“Including a recently opened one in the Lake District.”
Unashamedly petty enjoyment rang in the Force.
“Don’t come to me when Skywalker tries to send them back.”
“Who says I’ll pick up when he does?”
Obi-Wan loved Anakin, dearly. Still, he hadn’t yet quite forgiven his old Padawan for retiring—running away—before they could make him shoulder his share of the sacred responsibility of wrangling the Temple’s significantly increased youngling population. It was Luke and Leia’s birthday soon anyway.
“You’re stooping to deviousness,” Mace said, carefully neutral.
Obi-Wan gave him a wry look.
“Never. Revenge is not the Jedi way,” he said just as calmly.
“It’s them you’re supposed to be teaching,” Mace said with a short nod towards the unruly bunch. “He’s had his turn.”
Speaking of teaching…
“Oh my,” Obi-Wan said smugly, pointing to a boy who had taken to carefully levitating a surprisingly compliant—if a little alarmed—pufferpig, “that wouldn’t happen to be Caleb, would it?”
His fellow Council member was now pinching the bridge of his nose, his other hand planted on his hip.
“I must say, that young man is certainly very skilled at forming connections with animals. Depa must be very proud.”
“Just don’t,” Mace groaned. He whipped out his communicator. “He’s supposed to be meditating with Yoda right now.”
“That explains it,” Obi-Wan said.
Master Yoda was slowly ambling into the courtyard, looking quite pleased with what he was seeing. He poked misbehaving younglings with his cane as he walked, chuckling to himself when they yelped and hastily reached with the Force to make sure the pufferpigs stayed relaxed. The pufferpigs themselves were only curious, and in a sufficiently playful mood that the younglings’ offended squeaking was not enough to agitate them. Caleb had set down his floating puffer with all possible speed—and great care—at the sight of the venerable elder, and made ample and readily accepted apologies to the perplexed animal in the form of scritches.
Mace slowly put away his communicator. He pursed his lips.
“Obi-Wan,” he said slowly, “next time, just have them practice making friends with the stray tookas.”
That’s how his master had done it, and Mace had never had any problems with connecting with animals, large and small.
“Pufferpigs are much more even-tempered.”
It was all Mace could do not to facepalm. Giving up, he shot Obi-Wan one last dry look.
“Just do your damn paperwork.”
Obi-Wan watched him stride away, dignified and imposing. Of course, since he wasn’t exactly paying attention to his surroundings, with how focused he was on pretending he was above this whole situation, he didn’t notice Mari’s wayward puffer on a direct collision course with his legs. The poor creature, who hadn’t noticed Mace either, let out a terrified screech and promptly puffed.
The entire courtyard froze, watching with fascination as the inflated pufferpig bounced twice and slowly rolled to a halt. It made a sorry little squeak.
Resignedly, Mace closed his eyes and set to work on gently calming down the pufferpig with the Force.
The children loudly cheered.
#ficlet#mace windu#obi-wan kenobi#star wars#no order 66#jedi order#jedi temple#my writing#yoda#caleb dume#katooni#loose sequel to my fic “villains and knaves”#Hondo stole the pufferpigs to sell them obi-wan confiscated them and now he’s not giving them back to the mining guild meanies
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"kys" oh that's fucking rich coming from a guy who'd rather take all kinds of shit and sacrifice himself than letting others die on him
#Law i'm confiscating your uno reverse card it's useless in your hands#Trafalgar Law#Wano Arc#Land of Wano#One Piece#Usopp#Land of Wano arc#Wano kuni#One Piece spoilers#One Piece anime spoilers#One Piece Anime#Wano spoilers#Land of Wano spoilers#Wano kuni spoilers
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utter bullshit that we stop growing at a certain age.
humans should grow (both taller and wider) at a continuous rate throughout our lifespans. i want to be 80 years old with the proportions of an average human being except i am the height of a multistory building. that would be so fun. that would require so much societal rearrangement. this isn't a want it's a need
#snyesyd#you want worldbuilding? here's your worldbuilding *shoves it across the table*#take it! confiscate it from me! i cannot be trusted to provide a nurturing home environment.#there are legends that certain tall people who manage to reach the age of 100 have in fact surpassed the height of the statue of liberty#it hasn't been proven solely bc people that Old and Tall have no interest whatsoever in standing up just to prove/document a point#they are 100+ years old and 150+ feet tall and they are Tired and they Do Not Give A Shit#they will stand up on their great-great-grandkid's birthday so the kid can sit on their shoulder & survey the majesty of nature & etc#anything more than that? they're not interested they're staying in bed
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✨Another✨ Batstarion doodle
He gives me serotonin 😭
Side note, I wasn’t expecting anywhere near as much interaction on this as I got aaa, tysm it means a lot :,) ♡
#leave the evil vampire lord alone#let him drink his wine in PEACE#batstarion#astarion#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate astarion#baldur’s gate astarion#ascended astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 art#art#digital art#digital illustration#procreate#artists on tumblr#someone stop me#please confiscate my drawing stuff#bgiii#digital aritst#shitpost
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Earthquake in space-time
When Flash reset time to resolve everything that happened in Flashpoint, he didn't realize how much he was messing up the Infinite Realms. Which were trembling and thousands of portals were opening from one moment to another, portals that led to all moments in time, connected to all dimensions.
Clockwork and Danny weren't enough to hold all the glitches. The ghost king was draining all his energy just to keep the ruptures at bay in the Realms but at some point it wasn't enough.
The main cause, the DC universe was suddenly invaded by multiple portals in time. Different versions of themselves endlessly opening and closing. This became critical when the dimensions began to collide and even the ghosts dared to enter.
Bruce was freaking out watching his father (as Batman?) and his mother (The Joker ???) adopting a jokerized Tim and a ghost Jason. Constantine was wondering how to solve the dilemma when Clockwork appeared through a portal in the middle of the Watchtower meeting room.
Constantine debated whether he should stop the Ghost God from killing Flash. That didn't seem sorry at all. And when he was about to do something, a boy stood between them.
"We don't know how to solve this and it's your fault," the boy said, the dark circles in his eyes were obvious, "but if you don't solve it, we'll take the Speedforce away from you, this is a fucking disaster, no more resets bitch."
And without more to say, he passed out in the arms of his mentor. Was it the end of the Speedsters?
#dpxdc#ghost king danny#he is fucking done#he will confiscate the Speedforce#like a toy#Clockwork is also mad#dp x dc#dc x dp#Flash is not sure how to solve it#The League is panicking watching their alt versions#Constantine is flirting with himself tho#The Ghosts and alts are entering the original dimension and messing around#Martha Joker and Thomas Batman adopted Tim and Jason#Maybe they will finally get some therapy
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I want whoever made the "remove abs" mod for Astarion and Gale to know that you are objectively correct, and I thank you for your service.
#baldur's gate 3#Astarion maybe gets a pass because of weird vampire physiology#But I'm confiscating Gale's abs forthwith
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4ggravate game nights go well.
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#genshin impact#cyno#genshin fanart#tighnari#alhaitham#kaveh#4ggravate#genshin impact fanart#cyno definitely infodumps#really hope yall can tell what the beanbags are#also if yall can think of other games that would make drunk kaveh sob suggest them and i'll make alt versions lmao#cyno genshin impact#they confiscated kavehs alcohol :p#cynonari#??#i say that actually paying attention to cynos ramblings is nothing if not true love#i think that this started because kaveh said something along the lines of “i can never win at tcg”#tigh jumped at him to stfu#too late#cynos hyperfixations work FAST#also yes alhaitham is in the duolingo hoodie#your own theories how they managed that
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