#huh 40k

[posallys]

i will NEVER not be pissed that most colleges cost about 40k A YEAR on average and that if YOUR PARENTS make over 120k AS A GROSS INCOME you're practically immediately disqualified for need-based aid???? like do you really believe anybody can afford to throw an entire third of their annual income to their kid's schooling, when they probably have several thousands of dollars in loan debt themselves??? in THIS economy??? eggs are fucking $7 a dozen where i am right now but GOD FUCKING FORBID i get any financial aid because "well your upper class" NEWS FLASH 120K IS THE NEW MIDDLE CLASS AND JUST BECAUSE MY PARENTS MAKE OKAY MONEY NOW DOESN'T MEAN FUCK ALL WHEN I CAN REMEMBER ALL THE NIGHTS THEY DIDN'T EAT WHEN I WAS GROWING UP BECAUSE THEY ONLY HAD ENOUGH FOOD TO FEED ME AND MY SISTERS I need to hold everyone involved at gunpoint because i really don't think a single fucking one of them understands "oh but you have money :/" there's literally a reason i work FULL FUCKING TIME while double majoring and it's because my parents can't even send me money for fucking groceries, let alone fork out FORTY FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS GOD DAMN YEAR for a degree that'll be FUCKING WORTHLESS in three years anyway i worked my ASS off and graduated with a 4.7 to get scholarships because i knew that's the only way i'd realistically be able to afford school. and then the fucking fafsa goes "oh but you have money in your savings! you can pay for your own school" bitch i have 4k and it's for my fucking rent!!!! my parents have like $600 in savings do YOU SEE THE ISSUE that's what being forced into credit card debt for 20 years fucking does it puts you in an unescapable hole so even when you're making good money YOU DON'T GET SHIT!!!!!! NOT TO MENTION THE ABYSMAL CREDIT SCORES MY PARENTS HAVE SO GOOD FUCKING LUCK TRYING TO GET LOANS FOR ME!!! COSIGNER? I'VE NEVER HEARD OF HER IM GOING TO KILL PEOPLE!!!!!!

#sponsored by me working on transfer applications and the fafsa telling me to go fuck myself ✨✨ #i need to strangle ever single fucking person in charge of uni pricing #give me ONE fucking reason your school costs 40k a year when you have thousands of undergrads #'non-profit' my FUCKING ASS lets do the math. #i currently go to a small school so 4500 undergrads (rounded down) #tuition ALONE is 43k. not to mention housing and food #but i'll be generous #so 4500 x 43000 = 193.500.000....which is ONE HUNDRED AND NINTY THREE AND A HALF MILLION DOLLARS?????? #there's 315 full time faculty and 240 part time #i've talked to professors and the MOST tenured ones here make about 130k a year #so JUST FOR A MOMENT LETS ASSUME EACH FACULTY MAKES 130K.... (240+315)(130000) = 72.150.000 #OKAY SO 193M - 73M = 120 MILLION LEFT OVER AND I KNOW GOD DAMN WELL THAT NOT ALL OF THAT GETS PUT BACK INTO THE SCHOOL #THE DECREPIT FALLING APART DORMS AND CLASSROOMS??? THERE ARE FUCKING RATS IN THE ONE BUILDING LIKE HUH????? #NOT TO MENTION THAT YOU ONLY PROVIDE HOUSING FOR 2 YEARS AND ARE LOCATED IN THE SECOND MOST EXPENSIVE CITY FOR RENTERS IN THE US........... #'we're non-profit :)' MOTHERFUCKERS WHERE IS THAT 120 MILLION DOLLARS FUCKING GOING THEN. EAT MY DICK

[sweetbabbyjebus]

Oh 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂! You didn’t tell me you had a beast in your home. You’ve got a little goggyee. Eh- BOGGY. A poopy dog. A buppy- a little 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 ƊOƐGGУ. I’ve never seen a reell dog before! We only have Codex Compliant™️ Dogs on Macragge Island. 𝒪𝒽! Oh FUCK! Oh fuck nooo! This red bastard’s got teeth! Sharp teethh. He’s going to tear me into little Lego® pieces. I’ve never been so scared in my life! WHAT THE FUCK this is like a jumpscare from Five Fuckers at Uncle Festers. GET ME THE  𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂  OUT OF HERE!

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #world eaters #my garbage #so how about those world eaters reveals huh

[stainlesssteellocust]

w h a t

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #warhammer #old lord sure was crazy huh

[buckttommy]

Thinking about age gap buddie again.

#I won't be satisfied until I have an entire 40k fic huh #jack.txt

[nevesmose]

Once, on a faraway world orbiting a blinding yellow sun, Revila had been able to read the works of the ancient Terran soldier-thinker Dicta Boelcke.

In her famous untitled treatise on aerial combat, she advised her students to strike when the enemy least expects it or when he is preoccupied with other duties. A truly Nostraman sentiment, Revila had thought.

#Revila is speedrunning the Bloodthirster of Khorne career path #tfw no murderous goth fighter pilot gf #tfw no roguish but deeply concerned goth copilot bf #tfw no trashcan sized bronze Guilliman head #you can have a few suitably garbled aviation history references as a treat #those astartes sure are dicks huh? i hope revila's actions don't have consequences #wh40k #warhammer 40000 #horus heresy #warhammer 40k #wh30k #night lords #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #who names their kid Urtikaria? addams family / discworld vampire shenanigans over on nostramo 😔 #neves writes #sf2ua

[kathy-rah]

Commission wip.

#The rocks are weird #Huh #Fulgrim #my art #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #Wip #Commission #Zah

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

just realized that the only thing i've fuckijng contributed to ao3 is a bunch of presidential fanfiction and a first couple tag bc their tag didn't exist

#mess in tags #i find it really funny though #like 'oh what tag did you use first on ao3??? there's tags for everything i swear' #'*enter in president name*/*enter in first lady name*. i wrote 3 so far that's actually published' #'...w...what' #'....' #'i thought. you don't. that's not in your works besides 1' #'do you know what anonymous publishing is' #because some fics must be anon-ed im sorry i cant let that be attached to me #the tags wax/knifeplay. blood kink. and rough sx be attached to my fun fluffy NATM works #like oh yeah. i wrote that one smut. huh. it has 100+ hits. huh. 100+ people have read my extremely kinky president smut. huh.-- #--*continues brushing my teeth* #like oh yeah. i've probably written over 40k words of president smut now. huh. *continues brushing my teeth* #AND EVERY DAY I WANT TO DELETE ONE OF THEM #the duality of anon publishing and authored publishing #ANYWAYS

[mostremote]

thank christ i have finally finished that god damn huge piece of academic writing and i can go back to writing all the sex scenes for the shivering season

#glances at published word count #huh we're 40k words in already and we haven't got there yet #welp........ i guess this is just gonna be a v long story #bc..... i am writing..... a lot of sex scenes......

[luwupercal]

this post got five likes so i'm posting this vignette. it's part of an au i discussed w @horuslupercal a while ago i might've posted about it? anyway here's a little under 1000 words written at 5 AM. very funny i guarantee!! if you can guess when it's set and/or what's going on you win an internet cookie <3. but with no more addendums here is:

PUNCH.

They would be known as "cameras", to you, the flock of glass-eyed artefacts that descend upon the occasion. Recording footage for a—now perhaps not-so-glorious—posterity, these clockwork vultures are the emotionless wandering eye of an empire that’s not so much in mourning as it is in doubt: how can the mighty fall? How many lies have they promised? How mad should they be? The remembrancers manning the swarm will provide, hopefully, part of the answer to these questions; the rest of it, tonight at 8, on every planet unlucky enough to have figured out 24-hour media circuses.

One of these cameras seems unremarkable. Its model isn't even gold-plated and engraved like the fashion demands nowadays, shy in its bare steel shell—but it is, actually, a very lucky camera. In fact, it might be the luckiest. (Its contents will soon propel its wielder into non-literal Sainthood for the next century, and if possible, literal Sainthood for two after that—no small task, dare I say).

This camera is not trained on the procession: its larger and better sister has that job, and the lucky little camera's operator instead is swerving around the crowd, trying to capture this energy. She wants to do her own documentary filmmaking, you see, but she's stuck apprenticing; but this is such a powerful moment in the history of Humanity, she gathers, that, even if nothing happens, any footage she captures—on this humble silver creature—of the unnameable emotion currently permeating the air is something that can, and will, be used for millennia to come.

But remember: this camera is lucky, and so her operator—her name would translate to Daisy, with some liberties—notices a break in a vital part of those gathered, in a half-shadowed corner.

Two relatives, both tall and long haired; one steps aside, the other follows on cue, invited. They separate somewhat from the crowd, and Daisy's lucky, lucky camera zooms closer. As the view inches forward, the shorter figure's body language changes; he steps back, away from the other. Then his—limbs, so to speak, his whole body, the soft enormity of it, raises its hackles. He steps closer to the taller one, who looks unphased, surprised maybe, annoyed at the surprise. And then, right after the camera jerks forward one last time, the action comes.

The lucky, lucky camera is the only one who records any footage of Sanguinius punching the everloving shit out of Lion El'Jonson's jaw at the late Warmaster's funeral. 

It remains its homeworld's most prized possession, even today.

The Lion, of course, has an approximate shit-tonne of metric force directed to his face by a man who flies with those back muscles. So, yes, he stumbles. It is in fact a testament to his strength that he doesn't fucking crashland on his derrière. He doesn't get the last word in the argument; Sanguinius rejoins the funeral procession, now fuming at the audacity. New warmaster. New warmaster! A proposal to fill the post! At their brother's funeral—Sanguinius never believed the Lion to be so thoughtless, but this is something else. At their brother's—when they should be—his eyes well up once more. Sanguinius thought grief was an old friend, for those who raised him, for his sons, for—for unnameable people. He didn't expect the suddenness—he likes the Baalite word, súbito—of this loss. It feels like an old and loveable neighbour is pummeling him across the chest with a hammer; these are not, necessarily, tears he wants to turn into a fashion statement.

The Lion rejoins his family after a minute, pride wounded in more ways than one. Fulgrim shoots him an unabashed look, then makes a maddened grin of disbelief that the Lion actually growls at. Fulgrim ignores that, shooting a wide-eyed glance and a head-tilt at Ferrus—who's been occasionally side-eyeing Fulgrim's thicker-than-usual makeup for the funeral with confusion, and Lion has noticed that, thank you very much—to indicate to him Lion's new angel-given bruise. Ferrus doesn't have the willpower to hold back a snort, and the Lion swears vengeance on both of them—failing to notice, of course, how his appearance has been the first thing to produce such a reaction out of an unusually quiet Fulgrim in the whole day.

Next to Ferrus is Guilliman—Angron is absent, as is Curze, for perhaps the obvious reasons that they're technically-at-large-Terra has it covered do not even worry; Roboute notices Ferrus's double-take and steels his expression, still trying to will away with determination alone the ugly redness that creeps over his patrician features when he's recently cried in fear. Mortarion, next over, doesn't see any of it, his face under the hood a terrifyingly blank mask; Magnus, fresh from colloquial house arrest and with his hair tamed perhaps for the first time since the Lion met him, has already turned to Sanguinius, sensing a new emotion in the maelstrom of his grief. (It isn't so much anger or offence as it is wrath). Besides Fulgrim, Perturabo peers at him so discreetly the Lion almost doesn't notice and then looks back at Horus's grave, dissociated; Jaghatai Khan not so much sees as perceives a disturbance and crosses something off a mental bingo with genuine bitterness. Slowly, the information trickles, Rogal Dorn blatantly ignoring them, Vulkan frowning in obvious concern, Leman's disappointment a surprise to the both of them, Corax an enigma as he always is.

But it's Lorgar's reaction that sticks with Lion—he struggles to read faces at the best of times (misses Luther's assistance when he sees it, regrets leaving him back with his Legion). But he remembers it—and he will ignore it at first, but later, when things come to light, he won't be able to help but think that what his paranoid mind saw now makes for a sickening picture.

The pure, unadulterated guilt that knits together Lorgar's face is unmistakable, even to him.

#words #warhammer 40k #wh40k #horus heresy #the next of kin au #hai i havent posted something finished in a minute huh #im real rusty on writing so this kind of sucks but i think its fun #which is what counts #anyway #i've got Thoughts about this #how to continue it. context etc #which well might be needed yk #this fic might not make any sense lol #but oh well #none do #none of mine at least #i've also got thoughts about other writings #liyan stuff for one. i'm bringing in Cawl lol #so #more writing coming in the future #:D

[valiant--art]

id like to formally thank a very dear friend for:

A: getting me into warhammer after ive been circling around it like a curious fish for about 5 years

B: being the friend i can send memes to only to go 'lmao wait wouldnt it be funny if i doodled this' therefore curing my art block

inspired by this beautiful specimen of a shirt

#valiantart #warhammer 40k #noise marine #i spent longer staring at armor references than i did actually drawing this bastard #a month of doodling nothing but clones really paid off in the 'draw sci-fi armor department' huh

[squidult]

Ferdumaron van der Melt, the Cheese Admech

#warhammer 40k #adeptus mechanicus #ferdumaron van der melt #cheese admech #fish draw #man.. i should put more of my doodles here huh....

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Why do Drop Pods get so little love from Games Workshop?

The recent weeks I helped a friend build up their Space Marine army. As they play Deathwatch it's a horribly complicated matter, but we considered using the Teleport Homer ability from the Proteus team as a strategy: get something into the enemy zone T1, then warp in right behind it T2 with 700p worth of troops.

Generally the first impulse for that would be a drop-pod, as they can arrive T1 despite starting in reserves, our second solution was something with Concealed Positions that just walks into the zone.

But then I looked at the Drop Pod's data sheet, which mind you, is the MOST UNIQUE THING SPACE MARINES AS AN ARMY HAVE OVER ALL OTHER FACTIONS - and all I got to ask is... why?

Why does the most iconic transport of the faction is so heavily restricted and why does it have almost nothing synergizing with it rules wise? And why is that one basic drop-pod the only non-forgeworld option? There's one specifically for Dreads, except its design is utterly redundant as you just need to take the guns of a regular pod, and then there's the Deathstorm Pod which essentially is an EMPTY pod with a totally garbage turret in it.

See, THAT'S the weird shit I expect from forgeworld, but the dread-pod not being a variant of the same box as the regular one just is weird.

Meanwhile there's like 4 other options for conventional dedicated transports that get supported better, and NONE of them have ANY of the unique element that the drop pod has. Every faction except for the Nids has "car with guns where you put dudes in". So why do Marines get four of those.

But you see, GW actually has found a way to make drop-pods cool with the Chaos DREADCLAW DROP POD:

It's a pod posessed by a demon, which makes it walk around after landing and try to stab people with its legs or burn their faces off with its engine exhaust. It has versatile transport capacities (10 Astartes, 5 Posessed, 1 Hellbrute) and once it landed a movement of 12'' and <Fly>. It's a cool twist on the regular old pod, one that for a moment made me consider scrapping my current new army plan and go for Alpha Legion, and you know what the problem with it is?

IT'S A FORGEWORLD MODEL THAT COSTS A 100 EUROS A PIECE.

Can't even aim for a local store discount with these. Who the fuck pays that much for failcast only to have just the transports for your army?

How is one of the conceptionally best models of the recent decades so overlooked that it is not part of the regular plastic release? Why were the "regular" pods not explored more to make them more interesting? I can only explain that by GW in general disliking the pods, and I seriously can't figure out WHY. It's the most unique and in-flavour thing for the whole faction, and Space Marines, the blandest of all factions that has 80 datasheets that boil down to "marine powerarmor with a gun" and who's vehicles are all "here's a BRICK in your faction colors" is in dire need of that.

#Warhammer 40k #wh40k #Space marines #chaos space marines #drop pod #I find the weirdest things to make posts about huh?

[snow-system-wol]

S'ria got to Rhaglr's Reach and realized that it was a bit warmer there than Ishgard and bought something new to wear locally. (Ala Mhigan Gown).

(Personally, I imagine that the undershirt is sleeveless and the gown is relatively lightweight and loose -- but warm enough to handle when the temperature drops at night.)

Also, ah, he looks ...so soft here.

#ffxiv-oc #snow-system #ffxiv oc #ffxiv-reactions #i bought the top to glamour him IN vanilla as well as with the mod plugin #some of the materials are really hard to craft/find so I thought it'd be horribly expensive to just buy #it was under 40k...huh #expected more #still kind of a CHUNK of change given that this shirt does not survive past this first visit to Gyr Abania

[katierosefun]

i need to write a ghost story i need to write a love story i need to write historical fiction i need to write a 16-episode korean drama i need to write a 5-season sitcom i need to write a short film i need to write a feature film i need to write a coming of age story i need to write a weird modern fantasy i need to rewrite a fairytale i need to write something i need to always bounce between genres and mediums i will not be contained by genres and styles i will constantly exasperate readers and the overall marketing scheme by never fitting in a single box i will constantly dabble in new forms of writing i will never be predictable and etc

#caroline talks #do u ever. do u ever just get filled with the overwhelming urge to CREATE. CREATE A STORY #sometimes i severely miss college #because i miss bouncing between writing short stories #and poems #and short films and television and movies #i remember my screenwriting professor learned that i was applying to law schools #and that was after i proudly told him i wrote a 40k word story #and then he gently said 'you know . . my dad really wanted to do music #but he wound up working the family business instead. . . and when my dad got later in life #i would hear him playing music and he would cry' #and i was like. 'hm. okay professor.' and i have never stopped thinking about it #but u know what. it's fine it's fine it's fine #[through gritted teeth + through shaky breath] i can do it all i can do it all i can do it all i swear i can do it all #(u can tell. i am procrastinating by how often i'm talking today huh)

[skxrbrand]

#warhammer fantasy #skarbrand #The Wrathful Reaper (Skarbrand); #warhammer 40k #they went ham sandwich with the muscles huh

[kathy-rah]

Abaddon the Despoiler has been yassified once again.

As result form the Twitter pool, here you have the chaos daddy 2.0 :D

#Blakc hair + golden eyes + power = perfect daddy #Oh wait this makes the Emp a perfect daddy too #Huh #warhammer #ezekyel abaddon #warhammer 40k #Warhammer 30k #Abaddon the Despoiler #My art