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cringefail-clown · 1 day
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JAKE: Hals been quite down lately and to be honest i dont know what to do about it. Maybe you have some insight as to how i could cheer him up?
DIRK: Have you tried putting him in rice?
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aetsiv · 1 day
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every time i see someone mischaracterize matthias as a dumb, blonde, malewife with no personality except being nina's (dead) boyfriend i want to fistfight god and cause the mass extinction of humanity
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ivy-meshle · 1 day
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Inspired by that one post about how Worm feels like a long-running comic book canon- The UnderSiders issue #3 comic cover sketch! More details about the design under the cut
I think that the UnderSiders first two issues would be about the heist that they pulled, and Lung deciding to get revenge for it. This issue, #3, would be the introduction of Skitter (who would quickly become a fan favorite, giving her the leading role in the remainder of the UnderSiders run and her own spinoff series, Weaver- as well as the starring role in the Golden Morning crossover event), and issue #4 would be a flashback to the first arc or so of Worm the webserial.
I've put Lung's name in the sort of stylized font characteristic of titles, implying that he has his own comic, but I haven't designed anything for that. I also feel like he came out more 'demon' than 'dragon', but I had a tough time with him so I'm not doing more on that.
The Undersiders themselves are up on top of the roof, although they're partially obscured by the title, so they may be hard to see. In issues #1 and #2, that cockroach on the second R wasn't there- adding it was a way of indicating that Skitter is going to join the team.
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too-antigonish · 6 hours
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Morse and drinking in the 70s...
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Long....because I can't write short. And obviously, a lot of you will already know this stuff...
Just want to take a moment to talk about alcohol and alcoholism in the context of the early 1970s and remind folks of how totally and completely different it is from how we see it today.
Drunk driving had not been outlawed in most countries. Not only that, it was widely regarding as funny—funny enough to be used as a regular “gag” in movies. Problem drinking was also seen as funny. There were regular cartoon strips about it. The “drunk” was a funny stock character in all sorts of plays and movies.
Alcohol was ubiquitous. We’re not just talking liquid lunches. We’re talking drinking at work, while you work—just as you see in Endeavour. Think about that for a second.
And politely saying no wasn’t something you did without social consequences. It wasn’t just seen as a personal preference. Unless you had a specific, acceptable reason, turning down a drink was often seen as stand-offish and judgmental or as a social snub. Teetotalism was regarded as rather naive and ridiculous—not something any man or woman of the world would embrace.
In the early 1970s, there was no widespread understanding of alcoholism as a disease. It was still seen very much as the consequence of personal weakness—still a matter of “If you cared enough or tried hard enough, you wouldn’t do this so it must be a character flaw.”
Plus, most people, “normal” people don’t have problems with alcohol, so if you do then there’s something abnormal and defective about you—most likely something you brought upon yourself.
And as a “personal weakness” and a “defect,” the shame around it was profound and the secrecy matched. If someone went away for treatment, it was very much akin to an unwed mother going off to have her baby and then returning without the child. You never spoke of it. You pretended that it had never happened.
If you were a kind person, you also didn’t go out of your way to parade babies in front of her or talk constantly about children when she was with you. But refer to it directly? Never. Ask for help? Never. It was always something to be hidden. Everyone did their best to forget that it had ever happened and saw this as the "kindest" thing to do.
When Morse returns from his “cure,” it would simply be assumed that everyone would pretend that nothing unusual has happened. Why he’s  just been off on a tour of the West Country and nothing else! Hope you had a lovely time! That sort of polite fiction was exactly what he would have expected upon his return. Anything more direct—at least in a public setting—would have been shocking to him and everyone else.
Where things break down, however, is in the more personal interactions. His relationship with Thursday is such that they can at least broach the topic of drinking. When they do, my impression is that Thursday is well-aware that Morse not “cured.” However, in the context of the time, saying this would be akin to saying, "You failed," because there was no disease model of alcholism in widespread use. You went to be cured and it worked or it didn't.
However, I'd also add that Thursday is almost to the breaking point with the cumulative strain he is under. He can’t cope with the “burden” of Morse being in a precarious state and he knows it. He feels desperately guilty about that—as well as about other things like Strange and Joan or about life having moved on so much while Morse was gone—and so he just shuts down. 
Shutting down is Thursday’s go-to strategy when he’s overwhelmed. We’ve seen him do it many times before. And part of that for him, is that he pretends that the people around him are ok—even if they are anything but ok. Not surprisingly, he does it the most with the people he has the closest emotional ties with—Win, Joan, Sam, and Morse.
So the only way that Thursday can cope is by having Morse be perfectly fine. Conveniently, his preferred coping strategy fits exactly with his society's expectations about how alcoholism works. If Morse is "cured," you don’t need to worry about sparing him the constant offers of alcohol in the same way that the young unwed mother might hope to be spared babies. You certainly wouldn’t embarrass him (especially after he’s been through the humiliation of rehab) by drawing attention in any way to a possible to the idea that he still has a problem. 
And finally, a last note on time context. The scene in the pub where Morse has that first drink after finding out that Joan is marrying Jim is utterly heartbreaking for so many reasons. One of those reasons, however, is that we know it’s the first drink—and that the first drink leads to the second, and so on and so forth. Then Morse says to Thursday, “They said the, the odd beer, the odd shot, does no harm…"Everything in moderation," they said,”  and we automatically assume he’s lying.
I’m fairly sure that those scenes were meant to be interpreted through our modern viewpoint. However, it’s worth noting that again, the model of alcoholism in the 1970s was nothing like what we have today. The idea that someone with a drinking problems/addictions needs to abstain entirely was not even close to universal at that point. It’s perfectly possible that the advice Morse is quoting is the advice he received!
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boneywones · 23 hours
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i want people to appreciate the fact that the original universe and classic sans himself are,, like, the backbone of the multiverse
and i find it weird that some people just,, make classic and the og universe not important in fics that revolve around the multiverse.
+ i hate people that add classic as a measly side character in these type of fics if they even add him at all. it makes me mad.
i feel like im just mad that people dont make classic seem like,,, untouchable and a really important figure when he quite literally is. i feel like some sanses would understand that they wouldn’t even be existing if it werent for classic
and thank you for the godsend thats making that classic centric fic, cant wait for them to realise that hes actually the original 🙏🙏 /ot
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brookriver · 1 day
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some silly robot designs
their silly lore:
Judicator is a Predacon who survived the Cataclysm with amnesia and a damaged T-Cog; he's vaguely aware that he used to have a different altmode, and also feels a bit...out of place among others, but he sets that aside in favor of focusing on his work. Hardly anyone knows his actual name; Judicator is his title.
Vent's just a normal musician, don't worry about it! The fact that he keeps singing songs about things he couldn't possibly know about or events that have yet to occur is just happenstance; he's a very good storyteller, you know.
Leafnode is a walking, talking terminal for Vector Sigma. This drew some unwanted attention from the High Council, who upon discovering her unique traits, quickly squirreled her away for "protection".
Tayef and Ahangar are, respectively, a clerk for the High Council and an architect. Both before and after the war, actually! Ahangar's not super happy that the planet had to get the scrap kicked out of it for him to get as much work as he does now; Tayef's just happy he managed to get his old job back.
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gorogues · 1 day
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Upcoming adorable Fisher Price Little People figurines!
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hellonearthtoday · 17 hours
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going off that one post about relating outsiders characters back to childhood incidents, back in Asia when my momma would push me around in my stroller, people would come up to her and ask if she was babysitting me because I'm one of those highlighter asians and my ma is tan and beautifully sunkissed. But she would get SO pissed like "THIS IS MY BABY."
And in the made up world I've created in my head, Curly isn't PALE but as a kid he was much pastier than the rest of his family, bcz idk babies are kind of weird and light....so when his momma would tot him around outside, they'd get those same questions, but HIS ma had a slightly different reaction. She was defensive, and she'd immediatley wheel Curly out of there at the insinuation that he didn't look like her.
Anyway my Angela and Curly are half siblings
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kriskross · 1 day
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started dream drop distance (plus transparent version so you can drag him around your dash)
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voxaholic · 1 day
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A small extract of a wip.
Alastor will happily insult Vox to his face but when Vox isn’t present, when there is only the possibility he could hear, he has to do it vaguely enough that only Vox will pick up on it.
Can’t let other people think that he has Vox on the mind when Vox isn’t even present.
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deeneedsaname · 3 days
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I want Tech to be alive so bad…Idk I felt like his death in s2 didn’t hae much build up, though you could argue there was a lot of focus on him in s2, but I don’t think there was build up to his *death*. Maybe that was on purpose? I know some think that he shouldn’t be alive, that it would cheapen his death, etc — IDC !!!! I want my boy alive!!!
Not only that, but it feels weird that for a show about the bad batch, we barely got any time with all of them together? Crosshair was gone almost immediately, and Tech’s gone almost as soon as he’s back. And yet despite losing a member of the squad entirely, I feel like apart from the goggles, they’ve barely alluded to Tech being gone? Which I feel is weir whether he’s dead for good or coming back. Idk everything about his death writing wise feels weird to me so far.
Idk, im rambling. But the gist of it is I don’t think him being back would cheapen his sacrifice. The show is about the squad, and I want it to at least end with all of them being together again.
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oxygenpdf · 5 hours
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The most amazing thing till this day is that Max’s mum follows Charles on Instagram. That’s why she liked the post with Leo. It’s honestly so adorable when family members of other drivers keep up with their kids’ rivals//friends. Really shows how close knit the grid truly is.
lol, maybe she’ll attend the next paddle match 🙌🫶
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liianliann · 2 days
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Is the lamb going to be a minor for all of eternity?
At which age are they no longer a lamb, but a sheep?
Or are they never going to become a sheep and stay a lamb forever since they are the new god of death aka immortal now?
Then when will they be considered an adult?
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raayllum · 2 days
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1x02 / 4x08
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hey! saw you had a post asking for requests and I had an idea.
can you please write a Vox x Reader thing where Vox is feeling insecure due to either Alastor or Valentino and reader comforts him & reassures him that he's good enough? maybe with cuddles at the end?
thank you! love your writing so much btw :)
- someone who is also an intense Vox simp
Upgrades (Insecure!Vox x Reader)
Thank you! I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it! I had an idea and kinda ran with it, so it may be a bit different than expected. Feel free to request again, especially if this wasn’t what you were looking for!
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It’s all about image.
Vox is a loud, confident man. Everyone knows that much. He’s outgoing, social, charismatic.. He’s not afraid to stifle a rumor at a moments notice. He has no qualms about taking out the trash when necessary- and in business, it was often necessary.
“-is nothing working?”
“ignore his chirping!”
Business is all about image. It comes with its pros and cons, its rises and falls. A little risk is a natural part of it. You've got to have some skin in the game if you want to win. Business was all about the ups and downs. Sometimes it seemed as though it was an endless path down, to Vox
“Everyday he's got a new format!”
Vox is a man of change. Keeping up with the latest trends and slang. He’s not afraid to make sacrifices- it’s all apart of business, after all. He’s always looking for a new upgrade.
“You’re all bark and no bite, Voxy… just another lap dog, aren’t you?”
Vox is loud— attention seeking
Vox tasks risk— he’s got nothing to lose
Vox is a man of change— eager to please the masses
Vox is… insecure
It’s all about image.
When Vox summoned me to his office, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. As his assistant, I had grown accustomed to his mood swings and occasional bouts of self-doubt, but something about this felt different, more intense.
The tension in the air was palpable as I made my way down the dimly lit corridor toward Vox’s office. I could sense his unease from the moment I entered the room, his usual air of confidence replaced by an aura of vulnerability.
“Vox?” I asked, stepping into his office. I gently closed the door behind me and walked over to him.
“Ah! There you are, darling,” Vox said, spinning around in his chair to face me. He wore a wide grin, cables stretched from all around the room to the back of his head. “I need your help with a few upgrades. Hand me that tablet, would you?”
“Vox,” I began softly, crossing the room to stand beside him. I gave him the tablet but didn’t leave. “Are you alright?”
“I, uh..” Vox faltered for a moment. His normally vibrant eyes were dull with self-doubt, and I could see the weight of his insecurities pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He took the tablet, his expression a mask of determination as he worked on those ‘upgrades’. But the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow betrayed the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.
"I've been thinking," Vox began, his voice hesitant. "About what they said. About me being too eager to please, too willing to change myself for others."
My heart sank at the vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion that he rarely showed to anyone. It was a side of Vox that few were privileged to see, and it filled me with a sense of urgency to help him.
"I understand why you might feel that way, Vox," I said softly, moving closer to him. "But you don't need to change who you are to please others. You're perfect just the way you are."
My heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, the weight of his insecurities threatening to crush him. “Vox, you’re perfect just the way you are,” I said again, trying to get it through to him, my voice firm with conviction. “You don’t need to change for anyone else.”
He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t understand,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I thought if I could just get rid of these flaws, these annoying feelings, I’d be better. But I don’t know… I just- I need some upgrades, and I’ll be right as rain!”
I reached out to him, gently tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. “Vox, you don’t need to change who you are to please others,” I insisted, my voice unwavering. “You’re already perfect in my eyes.”
For a moment, Vox seemed to waver, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. And then, with a soft sigh, he leaned into my touch, his walls crumbling in the face of my unwavering support.
He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. "Do you really believe that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, reaching out to take his hand in mine. "I do, Vox. You're brilliant, talented, and incredibly charismatic. You tell the best jokes, you have always have shark facts! I love you shark facts. You don't need to change a single thing about yourself."
For a moment, Vox seemed lost in thought, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. But then, with a shaky exhale, he leaned into my touch, his shoulders relaxing as he allowed himself to be vulnerable.
"I just... I don't want to be seen as weak," he admitted, his voice barely audible.
"You're not weak, Vox," I assured him, squeezing his hand gently. "You're strong, resilient, and capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. And I'll be here to support you every step of the way."
With those words, a small smile tugged at the corners of Vox's lips. And in that moment, as we sat together in the quiet comfort of his office, I saw him cry for the first time. "I'm sorry," he whispered, wiping away his tears, his voice barely audible. "I just... I don't know… I’m sorry..."
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close in a comforting embrace. "It's okay," I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I love you.”
And as we sat there together, enveloped in the warmth of each other's embrace, I knew that no amount of insecurities could ever change the depth of my love for Vox. I held him close, rubbing his back. I gave him soft kisses and whispered reassurances, keeping my arms wrapped around him all the same. I wanted him to know that I loved him, flaws and all.
“Thank you, I…. I needed that. Thank you,” Vox mumbled, his face buried against me. He held me tighter. “I love you too.”
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laf-outloud · 19 hours
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Witt took care of that other guy a little too handily, like he's had some experience covering up crimes...
LMAO! The air quotes!
Aaahhh!!! Detective Luna!
I'm here for all of the hair jokes!
Poor Cap thinking Kelly is pregnant.
Uh, Stella, talking to your dad about a criminal is not rash. When did Sadie become the responsible one?
Ooh, an old-fashioned stand-off!
Awe, Augie was so sweet there! But also, that's an alarming amount of trauma for two teenagers.
Poor Cap (continued). His rangers and his wife have been lying to him, and the Jackal is back.
Love the callback to Stella and Augie chatting while lying down. Especially loved Augie's "August Walker." A few more years and he can add "Texas Ranger" to that introduction!
That final shot of the all the rangers at the crime scene... beautiful and heartbreaking.
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