#We Just Don't Know

[sixthrock]

found a delightfully specific subreddit today

#birds #reddit #what are birds #we just don't know

[shiftythrifting]

A few months ago I found this shirt at a flea market that says

WWW WWH HHHAT!!!!

YE EEEEEAH!!

unfortunately did not buy it as it was priced unnecessarily expensive. i think about it a lot.

#thrifting #shiftythrifting #submission #lmao #shirts #is this a lil jon shirt or a shitpost #we just don't know

[shuang-hua]

another one that i finished months ago and just never posteddd... handstand time :)

this has alt text. extended image description under the cut.

Wei Wuxian lies on the floor of the Jingshi, his head between Lan Wangji's hands as the latter balances in a handstand. Wei Wuxian speaks cheerfully and reaches up to touch Lan Wangji's cheek, his other hand resting on his own chest. Both men are dressed in light under robes. The scene is softly glowing with warm morning light.

Watercolour on paper.

#1) why do i keep making myself draw this lying-down face angle #2) when will i draw a wangxian where wwx's face isn't the victim of me failing to get it quite right and overworking it so much... #we just don't know #wangxian #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #the untamed #the untamed 陈情令 #mo dao zu shi #陈情令 #魔道祖师 #魔道祖師 #cql #mdzs #蓝忘机 #魏无羡 #忘羡 #watercolour #traditional /

[grampasoup]

Chicken Science Swednesday: Chicken as a liquid

Many people are unaware that some chickens, when exposed to direct sunlight, become puddles:

There is no reason to be alarmed, as this process is 100% reversible. Indeed, most chickens will return to their solid form within a few minutes of melting, without any external assistance.

Don't worry if you were unaware of this. Even chickens who are not currently puddles are often confused by these encounters:

#the girls #camilla #scooter #beaker #skektek #what are chickens #we just don't know #chickenblr #chickens #backyard chickens #cream legbars #olive egger #easter egger #science!

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

It's kinda bold of people to assume Steven's DNA wouldn't fry a computer tbh

Also a good point 😂

#chekhov answers #we just don't know

[andy-clutterbuck]

3x12 | Clear

#no thots head empty #thoughts....i mean #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S3 #i love me a heavy breathing man #it's art #that is quite the movement richard..... #dare i say thrus- #*glass breaking* *car horn* *cash register* #hi kevin #also his arm hair but i'm not gonna be that weird right now #his b a c k #why are backs attractive #someone call bill nye i need science #excuse me but the nose™ #why do rolled up sleeves have so much power #we just don't know

[embellishedbookworm]

tumblr's dying. again.

so who'd shocked? this is like, the 3rd death, at least. i don't know, this place has been driving into the ground more times than i can count and god knows it's not like the current management has done any better.

when you need a dashboard unfucker script on top of a rewritten xkit to make it manageable, maybe you have a history of issues.

but here, this post explains what's going on better than i can.

the original post had its reblogs locked so i can't do that, this will have to do.

#tumblr #tumblr dying #rip tumblr #is this ooc? #we just don't know #i mean it's real news #but this is what i do on tumblr #so how else am i supposed to deal with this?

[ghostinthegallery]

Second prompt fill for @beril66! Let's have a little fun with this one XD

"Please hold me" for Trazyn/Orikan

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Solemnace was a planet constantly perched on the precipice of disaster. The wrong stasis breach or mechanical malfunction could spell instant doom for the great museum world. Ashkut faced that reality each day as Solemnace’s Royal Warden. But if Overlord Trazyn decided in his wisdom to house every possible superweapon, demi-god, and monstrosity in the galaxy in once collection, it was Ashkut’s job to ensure he and Solemnace survived the process.

Sometimes he simply wished the job was easier.

The planet’s alarm system alerted Ashkut that there was unusual activity deep within the galleries. Not the display areas, but the “stacks” as the crypteks called the network of storage rooms and study areas near the planet’s inert core. What alarm did not tell him was what kind of unusual activity he might face. 

Ashkut summoned a company of immortals to accompany him down the labyrinthine hallways. Perhaps he was being overly cautious. The alert might be nothing. Intruders did not make it this far without Lord Trazyn’s approval—whether or not they knew they had it. Most likely it was a stasis field failure causing the planet to think there was an intruder where there was only a loose exhibit, which more likely than not was harmless. He thanked all the stars they were nowhere near the tyranid wing.

As he turned a corner he stopped short. Two figures stood before a door, arguing in hushed tones. The first was Sannet, nervously rubbing his fingers together. The other was the Huntmaster, who turned towards the warden and his retinue.

“Ah, warden. Perfect timing,” Huntmaster said. “We need a vote to break the tie.”

“Tie?” Ashkut looked between the two fellow members of Solmnace’s court, alarm glyph still flashing in the corner of his vision. “What is going on here?”

Sannet pointed a shaking hand at the door.  “Lord Trazyn is inside.” 

“Alright,” Ashkut replied slowly.

“He isn’t alone,” Sannet stammered.

That wasn’t exactly unusual. Lord Trazyn occasionally showed people his collection. How willing they were to view it varied, but it was hardly a danger.

Huntmaster jerked his thumb towards the room. “The Diviner’s in there with him.”

“WHAT?” Ashkut roared. “And you two are just standing there?”

He moved to shove past the two fools, but Huntmaster grabbed his shoulder. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. We heard clanging.”

“Clanging,” Ashkut repeated, trying to figure out how that could possibly be relevant when his lord was currently stuck alone in a room with his mortal enemy.

“Clanging,” Huntmaster confirmed, as if that explained anything.

“It could have been a fight,” Sannet said. “Or…”

“Or not a fight,” Huntmaster said.

“Or that.” Sannet shuddered. “But still, we should check!”

“There’s been no call for aid.”

“That could mean Lord Trazyn is in danger and unable to summon any!” Sannet cried.

“Good point. After you then.” Huntmaster extended his arm. Sannet did not move.

Ashkut snapped, “What are you two talking about?” 

Huntmaster tilted his head. “Why warden, I did not think you were so naive. Has no one explained amorous affairs? They can get awfully noisy. I also feel obliged to tell you that typically those engaged prefer not to be disturbed.”

“Are you two trying to tell me that you know Lord Trazyn is inside that room, with a well established enemy, and you two are standing here doing nothing because you cannot decide if they are fighting or….” Ashkut stared at the cryptek and the deathmark in disbelief. “Have you not scried the room?”

“Disabled.” Huntmaster shrugged.

“We did hear something break,” Sannet offered.

“Well there you have it!” Ashkut said. “Lord Trazyn would never allow an artifact on Solemnace to be damaged.”

“That’s the storage room for spare Astartes helmets,” Huntmaster pointed out. “Even his lordship knows he could stand to lose a few of those.”

Ashkut shook his head. “Enough of this. You two may be content to stand out here bickering and neglecting your duties, but I am not.” 

He grabbed each one by the shoulder and pulled them apart, clearing the way to the plain, sliding door. He supposed he should not be too harsh with Sannet. Orikan the Diviner’s last intrusion on Solemnace had nearly ended with Sannet torn apart by a hive tyrant. It was only natural the old curator would not want to run into him again. Ashkut had nearly been killed at the astromancer’s hands himself, but that was no excuse not to face him if he threatened Solemnace or its overlord.

Although on the off chance Huntmaster was right, Ashkut left the immortals behind as he commanded the door to open.

The storage room was dark, lined with shelf upon shelf of astartes helmets in every imaginable color. Ashkut could not see the end of them. He stepped forward and drew his warscythe from its dimensional sheath, letting its glow light his path.

His foot hit something solid. A helmet, knocked from its place. There were more littering the floor before him. Ashkut increased the energy flow to his perception suite. Then he heard it. A definite…clanging sound. Ashkut ran towards it, keeping his tread light. He wanted to keep the element of surprise should he need it.

When he rounded a corner he again saw two figures. Though it took him a moment to realize it was in fact two and not one mass of metal. Limbs tangled together, nodes flashed, and loose tiles torn from mantles fell to the floor.

“Bastard,” hissed an unmistakable voice. One of Orikan’s claws raked across his Trazyn’s back, rending his cloak and leaving a shallow gash in the necrodermis below. The warden gripped his weapon tighter.

“Now Orikan.” Trazyn hoisted the cryptek up and shoved him against the wall. “Is that any way to speak to your host?”

Ashkut prepared to charge.

“I want to hear you ask nicely.”

Ashkut paused.

Orikan’s legs wrapped around Trazyn’s waist. Trazyn pressed him harder against the wall, holding him in place as his tail curled around one of the overlord’s legs. Beyond that, Ashkut could not see, but he did hear a noise that he could only liken to a poor quality recording of an animal in heat.

“Please,” Orikan groaned.

“Better, love. Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“Of course.”

“Please, hold me.”

Ashkut suddenly felt the need to check if the ambient temperature in the room had risen.

An interstitial alert appeared in the corner of his vision. He would have ignored it, had it not been appended with Lord Trazyn’s personal seal.

“I am quite sure,” the overlord’s voice said in Ashkut’s head. “That I am currently alone with my guest. But if I turn around and find that we are not alone, whoever I see will be permanently reassigned to cleaning the slaugth exhibit. Do I make myself clear?”

The royal warden believed he managed to break some land speed record in his haste to vacate the room. 

When the door slid shut behind him, he was met with two expectant monoculars.

“Lord Trazyn is entertaining a guest,” he said, refusing to meet either of their gazes. “He is not to be disturbed.”

The immortals thankfully continued to stare forward without any comprehension of what was going on. Ashkut envied them. As he marched away he heard Huntmaster nudging Sannet in the ribs.

“I told you so.”

In that moment, Ashkut was sure he became the first necron in history to develop a migraine.

#prompts #necrons #wh40k #trazyn the infinite #orikan the diviner #orizyn #ashkut #huntmaster #sannet #the solemnace crew #i've been wanting to write some silly stuff for the solemnace court for ages i couldn't help myself #these poor guys dealing with Trazyn's shit #is Orikan here to kill everyone or is it a bootycall? #Is it both? #we just don't know

[cowcowwow]

#where is yamg? great question #maybe she's fast asleep. maybe she's looking at her scroll. maybe she's on the roof. maybe she's in the bathroom #WE JUST DON'T KNOW #/silly fgdvdbb #rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #cow draws

[completeoveranalysis]

[6]

SPEAKING OF THE SAME DYNAMIC IN EVERY UNIVERSE: THIS

Hitsuzen is kind. Hitsuzen is giving. Hitsuzen loves me personally. 

BUT please see also: the direct line CLAMP are drawing from Lava Lamp Guy to Cardcaptor Sakura and back again, and then back and forth once more, and then circling him, underlining him, and following it up with have a dozen exclamation marks. 

(And a faint question mark in the margins - but don’t look there!)

This is an EVEN STRONGER parallel to Cardcaptor Sakura than what we saw at the beginning of Tsubasa. There, Touya was already king, so Syaoran wasn’t free to retaliate the effortlessly antagonistic rivalry that usually springs up between them. Actually I don’t even think we saw them in the same scene - Sakura sees Touya alone in Chapter 1, and we don’t see him with Syaoran until after the attack and Touya is injured. So while this is definitely a callback to the beginning of Tsubasa, the fact that Lava Lamp IMMEDIATELY RETURNS the antagonism is PURELY Cardcaptor Sakura shining through, and constructed to nudge us towards fully accepting this as the inherited family dynamic. 

(Even though THAT Syaoran was a rival/romantic interest for Sakura, and THIS one is technically THAT Sakura’s son - which means it would actually be slightly out of place for THIS Touya to perceive THIS Syaoran as a threat to Sakura since he’s the SON of Sakura and not the love rival. Unless he PERCEIVES the Son of That Sakura to be the Implied Love Interest of This Sakura, which I am NOT sure they are going with, but it makes ALL the lines VERY MESSY if it is true)(And also this would make Lava Lamp immediately eager to offend and upset the guy who walks into the room looking like his Actual Uncle based purely off of vibes alone, which is hilarious)

(UNLESS. Lava Lamp has not met Touya, and so does not recognise him. And so everything about this rivalry is a first time experience.)(But if that were true, how would Cardcaptor Sakura’s Six Year Old Son not recognise Touya? Unless he was NOT ACTUALLY the son of Cardcaptor Sakura and we are being deliberately being mislead by CLAMP once again!)

(I can’t rule anything out so here you can have all of these thoughts at once)

#THOUGHTS AND IMPLICATIONS ALL THE WAY DOWN #IS THIS WEIRD OR ISN’T IT? #THE ANSWER WILL DETERMINE SO MANY THINGS #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 191 #TOYA #YUKITO #Lava Lamp Guy #Sakura #Which Sakura? #WE JUST DON'T KNOW #But Surely #A Sakura #of one kind or another #GOSH these chapters are mind bending #On they one hand they feel like EVERYTHING I want to be true #And on the other hand they feel like LIES #I don't know what to believe anymore #The Clamp Experience

[prudentfolly]

Day 13: Trust

As in blind trust. As in trust no one. As in trust fall.

#decembhyur2023 #Pigeon Screens #Prudence Dubois #FFXIV Screenshots #Hyur #Middie #Midlander #idk idk idk #is it a metaphor #is is an excuse to make them dance #does it mean anything at all #we just don't know #:(

[porunareff]

JOJO THE NINTH NEXT FRIDAY

#part 9 and elimination chamber in the same weekend #how will i live laugh love #we just don't know

[copsecore]

Redacted Audio / Kenju Audio Comparison

PSA: just found this very interesting how similar the two are - I am NOT accusing Xander of stealing Erik’s content

I made a table comparing different character types/video titles and I found that there's a redacted vid that perfectly aligns with every kenju vid - it's linked in the replies if anyone wants it

With the videos, some titles are so similar they're basically exactly same, eg. "Bakadere Empathy Daemon Asks You For Help" [R] / "Werewolf Hunter Asks For Help" [K] and "Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend Teaches You How To Cook A Meal" [R] / "Trying To Cook Dinner With Your Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend" [K]

the same/very similar aesthetics

use of the same font (Montserrat bold/regular)

use of the same icon style (from Microsoft)

Thumbnail design - when i saw a kenju vid pop up on my feed, ngl I thought it was one of us making a redacted thumbnail as fanart bc I've seen that been done before

I've seen some people say "oh he's inspired by erik's channel" yes i know, but being inspired and having your stuff be the same are two different things (guys please don't attack me, i dont mean this to be malicious)

I checked on here to see if someone else had noticed it before i had and saw a couple people had - thank god it's not just me

character similarities: I looked at the two channels side by side and I could easily put the characters in pairs, eg. "Grumpy Medic" = Sam, "Biker Wolf" = David, etc

IDK if this is a standard "don't copy my work message" taken from somewhere but they both have the same thing in their video descriptions

[REMEMBER THIS IS LESS CRITICISM/ACCUSATIONS (for now) AND MORE OBSERVATIONS]

paraphrasing plagiarism: "the use of someone else's writing with some minor changes in the sentences and using it as one's own. Even if the words differ, the original idea remains the same and plagiarism occurs"

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #jed’s food for thought #idk feel free to attack me but anything labelled as cruel will be deleted #and you'll be blocked #just coz erik hasn't said anything doesn't mean he might not have an issue with it #we just don't know #i figured it would be better to have everything in a list for side by side comparison #and we don't even know if erik himself knows #so no conclusion-jumping i'm just stating what i see #redacted erik #please don’t send any hate to the creator either

[pharawee]

Nuengdiao & Chopper in their parents' shadows » NEVER LET ME GO Episode 1

#never let me go #never let me go the series #phuwin tangsakyuen #perth tanapon #nlmgedit #thai bl #thai drama #bl series #bl drama #my edits. #it's that look they both have while they're following their parents that really got to me #will i get a hang of this show's colour-grading? #we just don't know

[will80sbyers]

No because now I saw this again and immediately thought about buff Will + El with the blonde wig this is kinda funny I'm imagining him going to a place where they sell these posters and going Oh... That one is cool... Idk why. stop asking, Lucas, I just like the movie 🙄🙄🙄

#byler #the most bisexual poster ever created #mike wheeler #bi mike wheeler #el hopper byers #will byers #stranger things #also now that I think about it this could be used by milkvans too if they want #they could say Mike has it because he wants to see himself as the paladin with the sword and a blonde girl like El with the wig is with him #this is the power of interpretation #we just don't know

[super-sootica]

Me: What if it's possible that I could be a teeny bit autistic?

Mutual: You ran an spn blog for ten years

Me: Oh, the tests are indicating there's a very good chance

Mutual: You ran an spn blog for ten years

Me: But there were no signs, I'm very social. I memorised the rules of social. No special interests..

Mutual: You ran an spn blog for ten years

Me: Wait a second

Mutual:

Me: I ran an spn blog for ten years!

True story about how @postmodernmulticoloredcloak was out there noticing things while I was oblivious

#autism #maybe? #we just don't know