#eh kinda

[glowfangs]

#mlp #mlp:fim #fluttershy #rainbow dash #flutterdash #eh kinda

[himbo-in-limbo]

Glamrock Blues pt 2! (Tw spoilers) first half!

Unfortunately the whole thing is 11 panels long so I’ll be adding the other part after this!

you’ll find all comic parts tagged under “glamrock blues” on these posts :D

Thanks sm for the feedback on the last post!!

#my art #digital art #digital illustration #fanart #comic #fnaf sb #security breach ruin spoilers #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #sad comic #eh kinda #Glamrock Blues

[safetyrat]

love the random c!scott lore in martyns chat. this is canon to me now

#rovin liveblogging #eh kinda

[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

I always thought if a SQUIP user asks for a nonhuman character (e.g. Kermit or a sexy anime catgirl with a tail), you just sort of perceive them in the way you can perceive characters in dreams??

As in, you're not literally seeing Hatsune Miku standing there, a 2D object meshing with reality. Instead you just have the "delusion" (not sure how else to phrase it) that the concept of Hatsune Miku is talking to you. For me at least, I can almost never recall visual information from my dreams... Because I don't think there WERE visuals. It was just my brain constructing a narrative of what happened that I perceived the same way as the OUTPUT of my brain's sensory processing. It said "you're talking to Miku" and I went "okay" because that's the same amount of information I receive when I actually see and recognize a person; my brain takes all that light information and translates it into an abstract concept like "you're talking to your friend Tom," and that's all my inner brain is really used to seeing of the world.

I know this kind of contradicts canon, but if I were to write the squip, I'd have most of its powers operate by changing what you THINK you see/hear/know, and not actually altering your senses that much. Like if I were to rewrite optic nerve blocking, I'd have it not actually block Jeremy's optic nerves, but instead just make Jeremy incapable of recognizing/noticing the sensory stimuli that make up Michael Mell.

Both more efficient and way creepier in my opinion --- Jeremy SEES Michael, he just… doesn't know what he's looking at. His brain literally can't process Michael's face as a human person. That's just a wall or a backpack or something.

(Initially wrote this as a reply to @stormytbh's post about squips appearing with an art style --- I didn't mean this as a rebuttal or anything, it just got me thinking about my rich goranski lore and then I realized that leaving it as a comment would totally derail the post lol)

#be more chill #bmc #squip #the squip #posts #text #meta #jeremy #michael #eh kinda

[twipsai]

your best, my best!

(if you like, id appreciate a reblog aswell!)

#lol precure reference #twip draws #ellie tanglao #biamg #magical girl #magical girl oc #mahou shoujo #blehhh background kinda looks like shit #artists on tumblr #pink #art #digital art #ptsai2 #painting #eh kinda

[an0nfr0mth3d3n]

Imagine a bbh purgatory skin with ripped fishnet leggings, croptop, collar, AND a miniskirt.

Imagine that but drenched in blood and gore.

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #suggestive #eh kinda

[catzgam3rz]

“DO I HAVE THE MOST CIS BABY ON THE SERVER” IS A FANTASTIC SENTENCE TO HEAR FROM PHILZA MINECRAFTS MOUTH

#rambles #the qsmp watch through is watch throughing #I love Fit and Ramon #i miss Missa :( (hes been absent one stream the 4am stream doesn’t count) #I’m SO EXCITED FOR THE WILBUR AND TALLULAH STREAM IM SO EXCITED TO MEAT TALLULAH I LOVE HER I LOVER HER I LOVE HER #I CANT WAIT TO MEET HERRRRRRRRR #mcyt #liveblogging #eh kinda #qsmp liveblog #philza #qsmp philza #someone referenced this the day I found out Chayanne was a boy

[felixcosm]

Transcript under cut:

 JOHN: Yes! Yes, come on! Come on! Okay. Okay. (He starts to heat the hook. Crunching sound continues.) We have it. We-we have it, I just. I just need to thread it through the fishing hooks. It’s okay, Arthur! We can do this, if I… if I can just… if I can just get it through…(Frustrated.) Come on! Would you just – (Louder.) would you just fucking help! Instead of sitting there! For fuck’s sake. 

(The chewing temporarily stops. A chair creaks.)

KAYNE (innocently): Who, me?

JOHN: Yes, you! You fucking –

(Kayne breaks into uproarious laughter.)

KAYNE: No, no, no, no no no! No. I’m enjoying, keep going! I’m good, thank you. (He burps.)

JOHN: (sighs) I’m gonna sew up your stomach, Arthur. (Kayne sucks in air through his teeth.) What?

KAYNE: Nothing! Nothing. Are you sure that’s a good idea, though? (He gets up from the chair and comes closer, making noises like he’s walking over hot coals.) Ahhhhh, yep. He’s dead.

JOHN (vitriolic): He is not, you piece of shit.

KAYNE: I don’t know! He looks dead to me. And I know death. We have a standing lunch date. (In realization.) Oh! You two do too, don’t you? (Something squishes. In mock sympathy.) Oh…. oh, that’s gonna hurt. 

(Something else squishes. Kayne audibly winces.)

JOHN: What?

KAYNE: Oh, you’re doing it like that? (Condescending.) Oh! He’s toast.

JOHN: Then fucking help me, god damn it, Kayne!

KAYNE (dramatic gasp): Help you? That wasn’t the deal.

JOHN: How am I supposed to get him to New York, let alone where you want him –

KAYNE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! (Indignant.) That is not my problem, golden boy! You are to worry about logistics.

JOHN (calmer): Help me.

KAYNE: I already did! Remember?

JOHN (angrier): Then why the fuck are you here?

KAYNE: I don’t want to miss this part, are you kidding? Needed a front row seat, even brought my own snack. (He starts crunching again.)

JOHN (disgusted): Jesus fucking Christ.

KAYNE: Present and accounted for!

JOHN: Shut up, then! Let me focus.

KAYNE: Of course! (Fake respect.) Utmost respect for surgeons. Please, continue. (He makes noises of fake respect, like a blustering general, as he returns to his chair.)

JOHN: Ugh – come on, Arthur. (As John continues surgery, Kayne gasps and winces like he’s in a sports match.)

KAYNE (utmost seriousness): Steady hand! Steady hand! Steadier… (Fake applause track.) hey! Woo! Hey, you’re pretty good. That almost looks like you’re not trying to kill him. 

JOHN (defeated): I can’t get him out of here like this.

KAYNE: You can! You will. (With gusto.) You’re indomitable, my friend! Look at you. Undefeated. 

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #eh kinda #kayne malevolent #transcript taken from the website

[shootingstarwritings]

Well, shit

Didn’t expect that. Not when I jumped into this cutie and was trying to get a nice selfie.

I was just checking tumblr on a whim and look and behold! 1k. Didn’t think I would get to this point. I was just enjoying some hopping around, but now a thousand of y’all go ahead and follow!

Thanks for reading. I appreciate it. May we all keep writing smut and keep improving with our writing.

#male possession #eh kinda #it's technically a story

[macaroonkitti]

Little post-totk design concept doodle

#rauru straight up replaced his arm bc it was too badly damaged why is it back at the end #totk spoilers #eh kinda

[thresholdbb]

Introduced my nephew to booping, Nutella, and pool shark Janeway, so I'm good with what I've accomplished today

#VOYAGER IS BACK IM CRYING #he really liked the booping #kid loves cats #Star Trek according to my nephew #eh kinda #who needs to make money when the cloud is on #boop

[doodle-bun-makes]

Just saw the new puss in boots movie and all I have to say is

I have never laughed so hard at a movie as when Jack Horner first started speaking. I don’t know what I was expecting, but when John Mulaney’s voice came out of that stupid looking character I just lost it. My sister was so confused as to why I was laughing so hard I was crying. Every time he was on screen I’d start giggling 

#I was no emotionally prepared for Jack Horner #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots spoilers #eh kinda

[istherewifiinhell]

vvvvvv POST THAT MAKES ME SCREECH LOOK WHOSE MAKING TIMELOOP GRAPHS AND POSTING THEM ON THE INTERNET NOW IDIOT.............

#some shit #turbles... #eh kinda #POSTING sep as to not get peeped from his friend who i do no know and incase anyone whats to laugh with me. #LIKE IM SO PROUD OF HIM FR FR.... THIS IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER #also proud of my description i plain languaged translated it as much as i coul dahbfjahdfb df. nooooo x and y axis here and etc #he realised he was talking to ppl who had literally never seen bttf. and called it old. pls pray for him

[thorntopieces]

i want to write so bad

or play a game

or really anything

but my brain is literal mush and i can't think wtf

#my ramblings #tw vent #eh kinda #delete later

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: Aang’s Vow of Nonviolence

Big things have been happening in Llama’s life lately, career-wise, and it’s good, but it means I gotta not spend all my time writing and actually, you know, work. (Which I think actually does good things for my writing, because I wrote AND FINISHED Fire and Water (165k words) during fucking Get Out the Vote somehow) (and we kicked ass Getting Out the Vote, just saying)

Anyway, as I try to get back into the schedule of actually having a life and employment, I’m gonna try to get back to posting WiP Wednesdays more often, as well as any finished chapters/fics I have.

SO all that said - this fic is something I started because I have a LOT of feelings about Aang’s vow of nonviolence and his people’s belief in peace. Enjoy!

Zuko: Well, that sweet little kid grew up to be a monster, and the worst father in the history of fathers. Aang: But he's still a human being. Zuko: You're going to defend him? Aang: No, I agree with you. Fire Lord Ozai is a horrible person, and the world would probably be better off without him, but there's got to be another way. Zuko: Like what? Aang: I don't know.

––

Zuko did not expose his body idly, Aang had noticed quickly. From what he knew about Zuko, it was easy to see that if he didn’t feel comfortable doing it, he wouldn’t. Which meant that when he took off his shirt during practice, he was trusting Aang with what he saw.

Because there was a lot to see. Like, a horrifying amount.

Zuko was covered in scars. None were as bad as his face, but the sheer number of them…

The only reason Aang had been able to resist going into the Avatar State from sheer horrified anger the first time was because he knew it would just scare Zuko away and make him regret offering this piece of trust.

So instead, Aang swallowed down his temper and acted like there was nothing to see, nothing to comment on. Zuko smiled at him in response, so he knew he chose correctly, but even so, every time he saw Zuko’s bare skin, he was filled with such impotent rage and hatred that it scared him.

It scared him because he wanted to hurt Ozai, he wanted to make him suffer the way he’d caused Zuko to suffer. Ozai deserved to suffer, to die even.

But Aang couldn’t kill him. He just couldn’t.

He was the last of the Air Nomads, the last who understood the true meaning of air: freedom. Freedom from violence was part of that. Aang believed in that. He believed in his people’s pacifism and he believed in nonviolence and yet, he still wanted to make Ozai suffer.

And that was precisely why he couldn’t. Because – because if Aang crossed that line, there would be no coming back. He was the Avatar, he was extremely powerful and the Fire Nation may not like him much, but the rest of the world listened to him in a way that still kind of freaked him out.

If he made the decision to hurt Ozai, to kill Ozai, no one would stop him.

So he couldn’t make that decision. Because it wasn’t about Ozai at all – it was about Aang and what he believed and he refused to compromise his values for the kind of scum that could burn a child.

Extensively.

Spirits, Zuko had so many scars, it made Aang want to cry. Each one was an instance of the world failing his friend. Each one was an instance where someone should have protected Zuko, but no one ever did.

Each one challenged Aang’s belief in nonviolence – but Aang refused to be overcome in this. Ozai deserved punishment, yes. But Aang believed in doing no harm, and his job as the Avatar was to bring balance and justice, not revenge.

He refused to kill Ozai, because as horrible of a person as Ozai was, he was still a human being and Aang had made a vow when he’d gotten his arrows and he would not break it. His people had taught him that every human being deserved life and liberty and compassion and basic necessities no matter what.

Because if Aang did to Ozai all the things he wanted to… he would be no better than Ozai, who took this anger and irritation out on Zuko and on the world simply because he could.

Unfortunately, Aang knew that Zuko didn’t understand, because the next morning after Aang had expressed that he refused to kill Ozai, Zuko’s shirt was back on during firebending training.

Zuko didn’t take it off, even when it meant that he had to concentrate harder to keep the flames from eating his sleeves, and Aang knew what he was truly saying.

I showed you my scars, Zuko said, and you refuse to stop the man who gave them to me. I gave you vulnerability and you threw it in my face.

Aang wanted to cry. “Zuko,” he started quietly, but Zuko immediately turned away, voice terse.

“Next set.”

He blinked rapidly, falling into the next kata just as Zuko instructed. He tried to respect that Zuko didn’t want to talk about it, he really did.

Then he reached out to touch Zuko’s forearm and – Zuko flinched. Zuko hadn’t flinched at his touch since they’d danced with the dragons together.

Aang withdrew his hand instantly and tried not to cry. How could he fix this?

He took a breath and blurted out, “I want to kill him.”

Zuko stopped. “What?”

“The – the Fire Lord,” Aang said, trying to continue, because this was the most willing Zuko had been to hearing what he had to say all day. “I want – spirits, Zuko, I want to make him suffer. He deserves to suffer.”

“Then why–!?”

“Because he’s still a human being. Because I made a vow to never bend with the intent to harm another creature. Because I’m the only one left and I can’t betray my people. I can’t!” He sniffled, aware of the heat in his eyes. “I’m not – I’m not saying he isn’t horrible. He is. The world would be better off without him. But I can’t kill him!”

Zuko frowned, mouth opening.

“And I can’t allow him to be killed either,” Aang said flatly. “It’s not – it’s not about him, Zuko. It’s about me. I made a vow before the Great Spirit Lungta and the Elders of the Southern Air Temple that I would do no harm. This – this isn’t just–” he could feel the tears overflowing, dripping down his cheeks. “This is important to Air Nomads! There were different levels of vows, but just to enter a temple, you had to pledge that you would do no harm. Because the temples were places of peace and nonviolence.” He sniffed deeply, wiping at his eyes. “Nonviolence is core to who we are, Zuko. It’s not just – it’s not something casual. It’s our whole life. And it’s not easy! It’s not supposed to be easy!”

“What?” Zuko’s nose scrunched in confusion.

“All life is sacred,” Aang explained, “but pacifism is about more than that. It’s about intent. We take vows that we will never willfully harm others, that we will never raise a fist in anger, that we will forgive rather than punish. And it’s – it’s hard to forgive. It hurts. But it’s a choice I make because that is what my people would want of me. Because it is hard, but it’s important to do so anyway. Because violence only ever begets more violence and because I will not break my vows. I am the last Air Monk in the world. I can’t betray my people’s teachings. I can’t.”

Zuko absorbed that in silence for long minutes, then he nodded slightly. “Next set,” he said and Aang hopped up to practice, glad that he’d been heard.

Zuko still didn’t take his shirt off, though.

Aang told himself that he couldn’t push, that Zuko could only trust him when Zuko was ready to. But it hurt something deep in his chest to have lost this measure of vulnerability from Zuko and he swallowed down tears, wishing – but what good had wishing ever done? He wished his people were still here, but they weren’t. He wished he and Katara could be together, but they weren’t. He wished the war was over, but it wasn’t. He wished the whole world was at peace, but it wasn’t.

He wished Zuko trusted him, but Zuko didn’t and he couldn’t force that to change.

All he could do was his best, and if his best wasn’t ever enough… well, he would just have to respect Zuko’s choice, no matter how much it made his chest ache.

It was hard, knowing that no one left in this world truly understood what nonviolence meant to his people. Knowing that his friends, for all they tried, couldn’t really conceive of what it would mean to live a life without the need for violence.

Knowing that when Aang said ‘peace’, they heard one word and not the eighty-seven others that had individual names amongst the Air Nomads, but which all translated the same.

Not really sure where to go after this, so suggestions welcome, but yeah. Aang is a PACIFIST and that’s a BIG DEAL!!!! 

#atla #zuko x aang #zukaang #eh kinda #sorta gen #wip wednesday

[snorpdawg]

My personal interpretation-headcanon-Educated-Guess regarding Bronica Lottablog’s history with the Snakolytes is that Bronica originally came to Snaktooth Island for a similar reason that Lizbert did (to Share The Secrets Of Bugsnax With The World and all that) but once the Snakolytes realized she could risk exposing the Bugsnax to the world at a time they felt they were not ready to be shared they decided to go

#🛠️.txt #or at least sacrifice her to the Snax / torture her / etc etc whatever works the best plot wise #bigsnax spoilers #eh kinda