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americankimchi · 27 days
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tcw is so good at introducing us to characters and bite-sized stories that capture our attention and so, SO bad at following even a modicum of logic when it comes to the consequences of actions under military law
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bobandrews · 18 days
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hey hoo! question as a (curious) fellow artist: wie denkst du darüber, wenn deine art auf tiktok etc repostet wird?
Heyy :) Zum einen ist es ein weirdes Gefühl weil ich selber kein tiktok hab und es nur durch @justusjonas herausgefunden habe. Zum anderen bin ich irgendwie geschmeichelt und finds cool dass Leute es anscheinend mögen und dadurch es ja mehr sehen. Aber natürlich blöd wenn kein credit gegeben wird (was meistens der Fall ist, so wie ich das verstanden hab). Wenns mit credit wäre würde michs nicht stören. aber so ist schon ungeil
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I will make you report your sugar baby earnings to the irs while having no idea how to file taxes
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mwolf0epsilon · 1 year
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Now that the 501st knows about the curse, the Were-eel will have a little bit more free range to move around than before. Mostly because it doesn't have to hide from almost every single clone in the nearest vicinity.
Of course the newest Shinies and the natborn crew won't be in the know and, until Rex and Domino Squad feel comfortable enough to tell Anakin and Ahsoka, neither will the 501st's Jedi. So there will still be shenanigans in regards to hiding a 25 foot eel-man who wants to get into everything he shouldn't.
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sbd-laytall · 1 year
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GarTim + Touch in "Mother Mayhem"
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literaryspinster · 1 year
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Of course that’s Gar’s taste in music... of course it is.
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notchaoticenough · 2 years
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Remember how in DC black canary has a band called the “Black Canary Band” now imagine YJ Dinah-
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tovaicas · 9 months
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now that I've finished: I enjoyed shb. not as much as I did hw, but I quite liked the msq (with the couple of quibbles that I've mentioned). post-patches I felt suffered from similar problems as hw's did, as in they wrapped up everything and then very quickly and suddenly pivoted to new expac content in a way that didn't feel suuuper natural, but I also think to an extent that's also an MMO curse. with a larger available scope I would've preferred a more natural lead-in, but what can you do.
I'm not sure how I feel abt the heavy focus on zenos and fandaniel, zenos has never been that much of an interesting character to me (stb didn't handle him and what he represents well, and imo he doesn't get more interesting as he keeps appearing) and characters who are written as 'well he's cRaZy so we don't have to explain his motives or erratic behaviour' like fandaniel I find inherently uninteresting. plus I just hate it every second he's on screen HBFSBJ
I wish the grand company of eorzea stuff was the conclusion to a long, real attempt at making amends rather than smth wrapped up as a loose end in two or three patches; feels disingenuous, in a way. I also wish they'd actually leaned with the theming of 'the wol has friends who genuinely care for them and feel genuine remorse for the things they put them through for the sake of others', shb msq's back-half was all about how everyone gambles with your life and how the wol is a tool and how shitty this is (to an extent, at least; one of my bigger quibbles with g'raha is how he's consistently framed as justified for manipulating you and directly playing with your life), but as it stands as soon as you're cured of the lightwarden stuff everything goes back to you feeling like a secondary background player with no outstanding trauma in the post-patches, being told where to go and what to do.
on that similar note, I have strong feelings on g'raha and most of them lean negative. I'm not going to clutter this post with unnecessary character hate that's biased by my own wol's writing (unless like. you want me to), but a lot of my feelings abt him from shb msq haven't really changed.
otherwise I quite liked a lot of the worldbuilding and historical sections, I do think those were well done. the norvrandt goodbye genuinely got me, and I actually really liked elidibus' sections. I miss ryne already
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star-mum · 10 months
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Let us never forget the time Dawn showed up to a crime scene (Conner and Gar destroying a carnival) with her only facial disguise - her Dove sunglasses thingy- SITTING ON HER FOREHEAD.
Also the time that some random 15 year old acne ridden kid stole the Hawk suit and posted up close social media videos wearing it and people actually thought he was the real Hawk. People couldn't tell the difference between him and 30 something year old scruffy unshaven Hank. Like hmmm
(I NEEED to show you The Tim Test omg)
LIKE THEY'RE ALL IDIOTS ???? BUT SOMEHOW HANK IS THE LEAST DUMB ABOUT THIS ???? Like yeah half of his face is showing but his eyes AND HAIR are covered
Hair is such a dead giveaway and Dawn... sweetie... I wanna be able to defend you but you cant be looking like ELSA IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS CRIME SCENE then expect not to be recognized
Dick is another great example, like sir ????? THAT MR INCREDIBLE MASK IS COVERING NOTHING !!! I could recognize you with my glasses off and youre jUST ANOTHER WHITE GUY
Please do ! what is the Tim Test ? I must know
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paradimeart · 2 years
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i need . everyone to know animated cliffjumper is just. the tiniest bit shorter than bumblebee according to the chart from the almanac
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hes on the end next to arcee i promise thats cliffjumper. they are PIXELS apart. PIXELS.
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lasciatemi-stare · 2 years
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yasashii-leaf · 2 years
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Universe of TTB by @artsy-hobbitses
Article to see :
Welcome to the world of TTB
Wreck-gar ver 1.0
Fixit ver 1.0
Notes :
Fixit is gender fluid, her female given name is Fiona and her male given name is Finn.
Fixit has learned things from prisoners, but that doesn't mean she's good at those things since she's rarely tested those things without the supervision of the expert in question or off-island. , in fact the first time she tries most of those things that she was shown in prison she fails, of course with time she gets better, for example how many times in her life has she been able to steal a car ? We never just explained to her that it's not enough to steal a car, at least not for Fiona (Fixit). On the other hand, for hacking or unlocking doors and safes, she practiced them all her life.
Wreck-gar doesn't hesitate to give Junkion people a lot of items except his accordion which is the only thing he refuses to share.
Fixit will have a hamster much later, her name will be Lily. Fixit refuses to put Lily in a cage, Finn doesn't want Lily to go through the same thing he went through himself, so he builds a tiny house with one of the Junk.
Wynn (Wreck-gar) feed Junkion's strays but they clearly prefer raccoons, even though raccoons generally don't like Wynn (they like to catch raccoons for Cuddle), so after his Cuddle session with raccoons they always come back with bites and scratches
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jezatalks · 1 year
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Discuter avec mon ex. Apprendre que "si on devait recoucher ensemble ce serait avec plaisir". Rêver que je trompe mon copain avec lui.
Merci mon cerveau qui me fait faire des rêves érotiques depuis un mois et qui prend n'importe quelle perche. Sjaksnlals
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kariachi · 1 year
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Until I can write worldbuilding, consider this fluffy Osmobeast centaur au fic my holiday gift to you all. Not seasonal, but it involves baby pictures and these two being adorable both together and individually, so-
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“Okay, here we go, oldest picture of me I still have.” It wasn’t a favorite, but after everything that had happened in his childhood, there were only so many things he had left from it all. A dozen or so pictures, some books, one of his dad’s watches. So even a picture he didn’t find particularly interesting was still worth showing off. Curled around him the way only somebody several hundred pounds larger than you could, arms draped around his shoulders and chin nestled between his antlers, Kevin cooed.
“You were so cute,” he said, “and it’s so weird seeing you not green.” Gar chuckled.
“Yeah, this was a ways before all of that.” He couldn’t have been more than a few months old, all spots and long legs and big eyes. It’d been taken in some lab or another, little fawn him settled in a taped off spot in a corner, dressed in bright purple underwear, a little see-through plastic lab blanket and coat, and fawn-sized safety goggles. He really had been adorable. “Don’t know why my parents went for see-through.”
“The spots are half the adorable of a fawn.”
“That answers that then.” Gar went to the next one- him a few years older, still pre-powers, still spotted, stood next to his dad and wearing a near exact replica of his outfit. Tall hoof boots, solid color leg wraps, a short blanket, long-sleeved button-up, and a vest with more pockets than someone his age would’ve ever known what to do with. Fuck, he was coming into his mid-twenties now and he still wouldn’t know what to do with them all. “These are all I’ve got of me before… everything. All the rest of them are just my parents or have me post-powers.” Kevin nodded, pressing a kiss to his hair as he moved on to one of his mom, stood laughing at the dinner table with a mug of coffee in her hand.
“They’re great pictures. Can see the start of how damn pretty you’d be in your parents.”
“Aww. Thanks, hun.” With a hum, Kevin shifted enough to get Gar to edge aside and let him stand up.
“One sec.” As he vanished off into the bedroom, Gar continued flipping through the pictures. With much purpose he slipped one into the ‘already shown’ section, hidden away. He was in the mood to share pictures, but not that one, of him in that brief period between knowing he wouldn’t die and getting the shapeshifter label. Not pretty nor pleasant to remember. The bang of Kevin pronking in the other room pulled him from bad memories- and wouldn’t the fact Kevin was over eight-hundred pounds and could pronk always amaze and delight him- turning to watch as he trotted over and settled back into place behind him.
“I have,” he said as they got back into position, voice quiet and soft, like he was sharing a secret, “one picture from when I was little. Was what I managed to grab when everything went... well.” Gar nodded his understanding, turning his head to rub an antler against Kevin’s cheek.
The presented image wasn’t- couldn’t have been- as old as Gar’s eldest had been, but it looked like it. Worn, folded, clearly exposed to the world and elements for years as Kevin had carried it with him through dimensions and across the galaxy. Still you could easily make out the focus. A mule deer doe, exhausted and exasperated, laid in a hospital room and robes. She had what was far too large to be anything but a moose calf- and Gar nearly flinched at the not-near-enough size differences of the people in the image- curled at her flank, with an array of spots in his russet fur and a blue band loose around one ankle. Worse for the poor mother, there was a second one- this one’s spotting much fainter- stood half on his sibling, a pink band around the ankle and pink bandaged wrapped firm around one wrist and hand.
“Guess the twin.” Kevin smile was clear in his tone and Gar couldn’t have stopped himself from matching it if he tried.
“Well,” he said, pointing at the first calf, “this one’s eyes look blue, so… Gonna guess you’re the one who already hurt himself.”
“Supposedly I managed twenty minutes before I found something to launch myself off in naïve excitement,” came the laughing response. “Eric was like you, he had those fawn genes where you could just put him somewhere and he’d stay put. I was the bad twin right out the womb.”
“None of that,” Gar said, elbowing him. “If you’re the bad twin none of us would’ve been able to meet the standards he’d have set.”
“If you say so, babe.”
“You were really cute though.” He had been, him and his brother both, with massive fluffy ears, miles of leg, and big bright eyes.  “Almost want it framed.”
“You can frame this one and put it up, but only if I get to frame you in those little goggles.” Hmm. It was a tough call. Could it even be framed, with the state of it? Gar had no idea, and the idea of his own baby pictures on display was mildly embarrassing. But then, having nicer memories, ones from when things hadn’t gone to hell, hanging up where they didn’t have to go dig them up- That might be nice.
A bit of his heart melted and panicked in turn as the words ‘family photos’ crossed his brain.
“Remind me later, we’ll look into getting them done all nice and proper. If we grab one of us we can tie it all together, too.” Kevin practically purred into his hair, grip tightening, and the melting portion of his heart won out.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
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nietp · 1 year
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you click on a random philosophy paper about the difference between natural rights vs. positive rights 3 paragraphs in the guy is literally comparing marx to hitler. normal philosophy moment
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ereborne · 2 years
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Looking over the hideously slanty scrawled notes I left myself about my current WIP and I see “I have forgotten to account for Anakin during this entire process what is he doing. dumb shit of course”
Of course.
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