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I accidentally rediscovered a bit of Ancient Wisdom™ over Thanksgiving, so I thought I'd share it with you all ahead of Major Winter Holidays™.
If you have a relative who's basically a swarm of bees given human form, the upper hand may be gained by...
Throwing them off their rhythm.
Show up absurdly early! With a side that's not what you agreed to bring! Gaslight their asses!
I managed to blunder my way into the most peaceful Thanksgiving I've had with my family in fucking years by showing up a full 90 minutes before I was expected with a Can-Do™ Vaguely Judgey™ attitude and a whole bunch of shit that I was not asked to bring, and if you keep the visit relatively brief, that can be all you need to keep your most obstreperous relatives floundering around looking for the high ground until you are safely out of the building and off to enjoy the company of people you Actually Like and Appreciate™!
Holidays are a contact sport and it's high time you started punching above your weight class!
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okok so I have some animation scraps for y'all :)!! first I have two parts that I scrapped but hey maybe I'll find a use for them? I just didn't think they were up to par and the timing was off
tw for a lil bit of blood and fire, very cartoony though
there's one
okok so here is the part I am keeping however it still needs some adjustments and cleaning up but it's the memory from lodestar eee (sorry if those gave you whiplash they are slightly faster on Tumblr for some reason?? but yeahhhh don't really like them)
ohhhh and here's Gisela!! I liked this one of her being all dramatic (and the background is wonky and kind of fun)
idk who to tag but I will tag those I admire <3 and think are fabulous @suldreensophie @fintan-pyren @fitzvackertheritzcracker @crymeariveronceagain
all of y'all are kings and queens or anything in between keep slaying
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[ID: A digital illustration of Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney. He is wearing a blue beanie with "Papa" written on it in pink text and a grey hoodie with blue stripes down the arms. He has some stubble and his spiky hair sticks out a little from under his hat. He is facing to to the left and looking down and to the right with a slightly tired smile. Behind him is a rectangular pink background and on either side of him are the two halves of his attorney's badge, broken by a jagged crack down the middle. End description.]
Disbarment era (but also loving single dad era)
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various eepy headcanons:
there's like. a five minute window where you can get Rachel up in the morning and she Won't take your head off but otherwise she's one of those ppl who needs caffeine + nicotine + 10 minutes to lament her existence Immediately or she'll be grumpy as sin the whole day. says she 'doesn't believe in the concept of breakfast,' and pretty much only has some if Chloe is around to pester her about it
Chloe is The Most restless sleeper. she's snoozing at 40 different angles. she's halfway to the floor. she's curled up at the end of the bed like a cat. all in the span of like half an hour. Rachel doesn't mind but only bc she sleeps like a fucking log and basically has no idea
Max will be out for all of five minutes and wake up in a rush like "damn i slept in why didn't you guys get me up" and amberprice are just staring at her like "babygirl there is something so very very wrong with you"
Rachel sleeptalks. like, entire nonsensical conversations and complete gibberish delivered with the utmost confidence type of deal. Max thinks it's cute but doesn't bring it up. Chloe also thinks it's cute and brings it up at every available opportunity
the only place Max will take a (mostly) uninterrupted nap is in the backseat of the truck while amberprice are up front singing along to whatever's on the radio. they're both aware of this and constantly coming up with excuses to go for a drive
whenever Max is having a particularly bad night due to the Paranoid Insomnia™️, Chloe will try and stay up with her. sometimes they have midnight movie marathons, sometimes they just talk for a while. Chloe never quite manages to make it through the whole night but Max appreciates it regardless
bonus: Rachel listening to pricefield comparing weird dreams over breakfast
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I wish I had the bravery to text everyone how I text my parents. I will send those guys a complete stream of consciousness paragraph and then basically throw my phone in the river and not care but if I text someone else and there’s a single typo it lingers in my mind and heart for the whole day. Because see my parents I think are not allowed to decide to give up on me over a text message. That’s like in a law or something. But see my friends they could burn my house down maybe if I sent them a strange word. That’s also in the law as their right I think. This is my problam
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My dash is so full of Anti-But hey at least he’s getting att͞en͝tio̡n, right?
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in a setting where social media is a thing in nart's world, konan would either have the whole akatsuki blocked or she wouldn't even have social media at all
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@acandlelitdeath said: “Would you come back to haunt me?” - for chrollo (guess what ask of yours i'm working on rn alskdfj)
late night starters
How funny for Death to ask a man that. Chrollo exhales, watching his breath condense in the bitter winter air. Present for a moment, visible, and then it was gone. Such was life.
“ I don’t need to come back to haunt you. “ Chrollo answers, watching the street lights flicker on in the park as night began to encroach. “ Ghosts come in all manners. Their origin neither needs return, nor even be dead yet. Words and actions haunt and echo for decades and centuries past their moment of occurrence. People haunt each other. “ He haunted plenty even without them knowing his name or face.
It’s far from a typical, straightforward answer that someone else might give if asked. But that is Chrollo, enigmatic even to the forces of this world with cryptic words ever ready on his tongue. He is not unlike the abandoned churches he loves to visit, a ghost of something, a presence that evaded the confines of language to be expressed.
“ Isn’t your question also your answer? “
Chrollo turns his head now to look at Embrace directly. “ I will haunt you. “ It is not a threat, nor is it a promise. It is a statement spoken with a confidence more akin to the Fates than to man. “ I will haunt you through the years, because even Death cannot escape his own ghosts. “
Now his gaze lifts up, staring at nothing in particular. “ But will I come back? “ He falls quiet for a long moment. “ I should think not. What would there be to come back? “ Reflection comes in the quiet of the last few leaves clinging onto tree branches. “ Then again, perhaps even when I die, I won’t. As long as the Spider survives, then so will I. “ Not literally of course, such immortality held no interest of the troupe leader. But the spider was his. He would haunt the narrative of this world in the afterimages he left behind. From the horrors of the Kurta Massacre to the theft of priceless items, to whatever the troupe may do.
His chin lowered, pondering set aside to gaze at Embrace with a gentle smile. “ I apologize if that is not the answer you seek. But you already knew the answer, didn’t you? “ He raises an eyebrow slightly. “ When my final moment comes, I will not fight it. Whether that be today or years from now. “ He hums. “ I wonder, though. Will it go gently? Or will it dissipate like smoke? “ Of course Chrollo knew he had a candle. But could souls ever simply...fall apart? Chrollo was not so confident that his soul would remain condensed even for Embrace. ( What did a soul do when a person saw no sense of self? What could a soul ever form around and attach itself for if there was no identity, no focus? ).
“ But rest assured. I think I will haunt you for a while. “ A form of immortality more fitting for Chrollo. Not by life, but through memory. One day, he might be forgotten, but what ghost doesn’t have its own second death?
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