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teapartycrasher · 3 months
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Just watched the new Danny Gonzalez video
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floralfanboy · 4 months
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Your Official Jewish Tunnel Guide
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A helpful summary making short work of anti-Semitic conspiracy theories about the much publicised tunnels.
Hobby tunneling and messianic obsessiveness should not be grounds for any conspiracy theories.
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blocksgame · 7 months
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QSMP drabble, Phil & Etoiles & the code shield
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“Phiiiil. You are ignoring me. Stop making blocks. Hit me with sticks instead.”
“Hey!” Phil barks. “Stop interrupting me. You don’t look away while you’re using a stonecutter. They’ll chop your fingers clean off.”
Etoiles stops his parkouring, intrigued. “Really?”
“Yes. The life of a builder is very exciting.”
Etoiles laughs. “I thought what the shield does is bad enough.”
He realizes his mistake a minute too slowly, as Phil’s expression changes. He considers lying some more, doubling down, but then he remembers that Phil is smart, maybe he’ll know something.
 Hell, Phil could even end up bearing the shield himself at some point - if Etoiles dies, it’s who he’d think to bequeath it to. Phil should know the details.
“...Etoiles, what does the shield do?” Phil asks, after a moment, like he's caught him out, which to be fair, he has. His eyes are still locked on his handiwork. (God, Etoiles loves this guy.)
“It's not that bad. It makes my arm go numb. And code comes out.”
“...It makes your arm go numb and corrupt and you didn’t think you should stop using it.”
“No, no no no, listen, let me show you.” Phil stops working and stands up. Etoiles conjures the shield onto his arm. The static sets in instantly, like he's elbow-deep in another dimension, but it's not even strange anymore. “Hit me.”
Phil rolls his eyes. But he pulls out his best axe and takes a colossal swing at Etoiles, fuck yeah, that’s what Etoiles likes about him, that when Etoiles says to hit him, he’s not fucking around with a stick or an iron sword or whatever, he knows he can take it. That makes his point better too. Etoiles catches it on the shield, easily. 
“Okay, look,” he says. “I haven’t moved.”
“Right, no Knockback - ”
“No, see, I haven’t moved at all. Look, I’m not even braced. I’m like - I’m like if a guy was just standing here!”
Phil snorts.
Etoiles goes on: “Normally if you swing a sword, I should stagger. Even if I’m braced, I’m still putting the force into the ground, so I should move a little. But when you hit this shield, I think it takes all that energy inbound and just deletes it. It’s gone. I think that’s the magic of the shield, that nothing can happen around it.”
Phil is looking at the edge of his sword. It’s an interesting question, actually, whether he’s lost durability or not, Etoiles hasn’t thought to grab someone and check  -
“Okay, so how does that lead to your arm going numb? ...Oh, like you’re saying if it’s, fucking - ” Phil starts putting the pieces together.
“Yeah, it’s deleting the sensation.” Etoiles puts the shield away. “Yeah, look.” Sure enough, neon strings of raw data creep up and down his arm.
“WHOA!” Phil yells. Then he leans in, horrified and curious. “Jesus christ.” After watching the data pulse, he puts his fingers to the bridge of his nose and looks very dire indeed. “...And how sure are you that it isn’t deleting your data?”
“It goes away after a few minutes. And my arm is fine and nothing is missing.”
Phil relaxes a little. “Then where’s that data from?”
“I have two ideas. One is that it’s data from the hits, that the information the shield deletes comes back out like this. Or two, it’s data from inside the shield. The shield is broken and was put back together, you can see, so either way, I think maybe it wasn’t supposed to do this. It’s probably supposed to just cancel out from one side. But really, it’s no problem. I go back to normal afterwards. It’s like, uh, you know when you fall asleep on your arm?”
“...Yeah, yeah, okay.”
“It comes back.”
“Yeah. Sure. Okay. Does it do the, uh, the fucking, pins and needles thing too?”
“Yeah. Exactly. It’s exactly like that.”
Phil takes Etoiles’ hand to examine it. Etoiles can't look away. It’s still all static and Etoiles is almost glad except for how he wonders what it would feel like to die and he thinks that the more he felt this, Phil holding his hand tenderly and curiously, the closer he'd feel to death. He watches Phil bend his fingers, look between them to see where the code is. Numb, it's dreamlike and disconcerting.
“It was like this from the first time you used it?”
“No, it’s, uh, I didn’t notice at first.”
“So, it’s gotten worse over time.”
Son of a bitch. “Well Phil, when you say it like that, it makes me look bad.” Etoiles laughs.
“It’s not you.” Phil squeezes his fingers and Etoiles could swear he does feel that, the pressure, nerves deep down or something. It’s electric. “Look, I,  uh - I get why you’re not stopping. The code wants to kill kids. And because of the shield and this busted-ass sword it got its hands on, now it’s just you. If I had that thing, no way in hell I’d be letting go of it. I mean, fuck.”
“Ohhh,” Etoiles sighs, “Thank god. I think if Baghera or Antoine see this, they’ll be like: you idiot, stop using it, it’s your own fault if you die.”
Phil smiles, thin, wry. “What do you tell them?”
“I don’t. I wait for it to go away before they see.”
“Shit, man.”
“Yeaaaaah.”
“...Well, that’s enough fuckin’ feelings. You want a stick fight? Maybe I'll get a win while you're distracted.”
“Yeaaaaah!”
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tokillamockingbird427 · 5 months
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Its mole Logan
Logan is a mole
Wait....
Molegan
Bro just breaks through the floor in the middle of Keegan's house, looks around confused, pulls out a map, recounts his boxes, then huffs and vanishes beneath the floor again. (Fixing the hole behind him.) Whole time Keegan is just fucking around in the furnaces and Merrick is staring wide eyed.
"Who the fuck was that?!" "Molegan." "What?!" "Mole. Logan. Catch up, Thomas." "Keegan, I barely know how to switch my hand slot, I don't even comprehend that."
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calicocry · 4 months
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listening to music and imagining what it'd sound like if i played it in band
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fairestwriting · 2 months
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really though if thats an actual thing could we please respect writers a little bit more. this shit takes time and effort to do lol. Hell if you do it because youre not confident with your own writing id say start using like personal botmaking for practice. its actually pretty ok.
i do actually consent to my stuff being but ive seen a few tweets of people complaining about having their work stolen. yknow sometimes even your 1k word pwp shot can take like 4 hours to make. a lot of thought goes into writing even stuff that might look silly. and it can be pretty mentally and physically taxing Especially if youre writing regularly.
most writers do it all for fun yeah, im not saying its torture to stand in front of the computer and type about your favorite guys but like, you Can see the amount of people who get burned out after getting involved with fandom stuff. so yknow. respect and acknowledgment of your effort Is very nice. even an ao3 comment with a keysmash goes a long way. this turned into more of a ramble than it was supposed to be but you get what i mean. if you want to keep reading be respectful to the ones writing stuff for you.
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kayvsworld · 11 months
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somehow “i should try doodling in a sketchbook on days when i’m not up for digital stuff” turned into filling 29 pages in 7 days please help me oh my god
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pataliemortman · 1 year
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me: can’t stop crocheting bc of hyperfixation
also me: has literal claw hands bc of arthritis
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wearenotswans · 8 months
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Say hello to the newest and absolute tiniest addition to my family — Grimm ��
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mortimer · 11 months
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highly considering going out and getting one of those giant foam egg pen grips to see if i can get used to working with one bc im tired of wearing compression gloves for repetitive stress in my hands
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secretmessages1983 · 4 months
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cannot wait to be done with my masters in spring 2025 so that i can have a life again on the bright side i'll be done with classes by the end of this year and then all that's left is my practicum aka my job that i am already doing
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destinyandcoins · 9 months
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have we talked yet about the possibility that UFOs and every suspected bit of extraterrestrial evidence could actually be originating from the advanced civilizations living in the trenches of the ocean just as bemused and wondering as we are about the world beyond them and reaching out in exploration? because given the fuckoff incomprehensible expanse of ocean floor we've yet to actually study or even really guess at what specifically is down there, I think there's a real possibility there's a complex society of, idk, particularly clever sea slugs and other amalgamations of physical matter like hydrogen and thulium and other shit we've never considered as a viable fundamental building block of life. and the fucking whales are the only living creature with the kind of planet spanning range and intelligence to know there's two complex evolutions of sentient life existing on opposite spheres of reality from each other who would really benefit from learning about the other, but we're both too fucking stupid to understand how whales communicate
#Idk man the ocean fucks me up sometimes#And also I think we're missing entire realities out there just waiting to be discovered#Because we've got such a specific and artificially tunneled view of what we see as reality or as supporting of life#And like. Ghosts and aliens and shit are that seeping into our world. But we don't even have the tools to start understanding#Like we're looking for alien life but we're looking according to OUR understanding of how life works and how life could occur#But that's just based on our own little planet our own little corner of the known universe#And man. There is a whole fuckoff lot of everything else out there in the infinity of the universe and the existence of anything#And we are just not equipped to ever know or understand much of any of it. But god that doesn't stop us trying#Trying to understand and find some way to prove we're not alone or unique in the universe#We have this thing called life and we want to share it with someone something somewhere somewhen#''There's gotta be someone else out there in the universe because I want to experience it with them''#Hm. Many thoughts#But also the Mariana trench is eating the pacific plate at a rate of 3 inches per year???#That's what we're talking about when we say shifting tectonic plates and why islands are moving micro amounts year by year?#The Mariana (and many other) trench(es) are EATING OUR PLANET?? why. Why are we not talking about that more explicitly#I feel like that's a better use of our time than squabbling about what social media we should use now instead of twitter#(None. You should replace Twitter in your life with 2-5 hours per week#of contemplation of how our PLANET IS EATING ITSELF. AND BELCHING UP THE REFUSE IN THE FORM OF VOLCANOS AND MUD VENTS)#Breaking news: my new hobby is geology. Fucking WILD stuff going on over there#Geology tag
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marim-bruh · 5 months
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How tf were we all involved in music in high school and so hardcore about it but they didn't teach us the importance of proper stretching and warming up
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spookyboywhump · 1 year
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They should invent a cooking that does not hurt your hands so so badly
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nthflower · 9 months
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I am doing a serious planning of my vault right now like an architect I want to go to far harbor and nuka world so much but first I must study architecture and draw blueprints for doing best vault ever.
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macabrity · 2 years
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finally getting back into spinning and fiber prep after a year and a half long hiatus due to carpal tunnel syndrome!
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