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siblingshowdown · 11 months
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Sibling Showdown Extra Poll: Missed Opportunities
A poll of sibling sets that were not submitted for this bracket, but that I wish had been because I personally think they would've been fun.
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blackjackkent · 1 month
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Me> [struggling to unravel a very annoying UI bug]
My brain, entirely unprompted> H E Y. IF JAHEIRA HAD USED SOME MORE MINOR VERSION OF THAT RITE OF THE TIMELESS BODY ON RASAAD TO EXTEND HIS LIFESPAN, IT WOULD RESOLVE THE MORE FINICKY TIMELINE ISSUES ABOUT RION BEING THEIR KID.
Me> ...ok? I didn't ask right now but thank you for working that out I guess.
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thislovintime · 2 days
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“Shades of Gray” — live on the Uncle Floyd Show in July 1980.
“[Peter] was obviously a bright guy and he was obviously a dedicated musician. He really brought Headquarters to life.” - Michael Nesmith, YouTube in memoriam for Peter “Tork’s favorite Monkee album is their third, Monkees’ Headquarters, released in June 1967. ‘At that point we behaved like a musical group,’ he said. […] Tork feels [‘Shades of Gray‘] holds up to this day. ‘Mike wrote the cello and horn parts; he sang them to me and I wrote them on paper and we gave them to the musicians. I wrote a little piano lick at the top and played it. That was a record we created out of our own feelings. It’s like, not only are there shades of gray. God damn it, but what happened to the black and white? What happened to those clear-cut old ways that used to be?’” - When The Music Mattered (1984) (x)
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birues · 3 months
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I finally finished panda raids y'all! 🎉🥳
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astralprisms · 2 months
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Wrote a little prompt fic courtesy of @bg3wips flowers prompt list on twt. I can't remember the first time Xa'rok used Dissonant Whispers, and their signature weapon came later, but the first time they used the illithid powers was memorable, relevant, and came with a fun interaction perk, so.
Thistle - the first time they used their signature weapon or spell.
The din of unsheathed weaponry rings around them in a cascade of echoes. Goblins shift on their feet as bowstrings creak with impatient tension. One of the goblins spits, loud and wet, and the glob of it lands just shy of Karlach's fur-lined boot.
“Prick,” she mutters before burying her fist into the abdomen of the troll that towers to her right.
The troll looks caught off guard, either by the attack connecting or the fact that it actually felt the blow, but it doesn't have time to ponder the discrepancy further before Karlach whoops and follows that strike up with another, the air around her fists crackling in her wake.
Xa'rok spares a seconds-long glance at the staggering troll before their eyes fix on the maelstrom of goblins thickly clustered in the center of camp. They are no natural-born tactician, but they are gith. In the end, it amounts to one and the same.
They take stock of their enemies in increments, grouping the threats by severity, weapon, and proximity. They can see the tell-tale regalia of the goblin priesthood peeking out from the doorway of a rampart wall. And the two humans they met in the woods north of the Grove, the ones who first called them True Soul.
The parasite squirms in Xa'rok's skull. Something sparks to life behind their eyes and they blink as the feeling washes over them. Power.
One of the goblins in the cluster at the center of camp shifts on his crouched haunches, the crossbow in his hands aimed with deadly accuracy. Xa'rok takes one feinted step forward and calls upon the pulse of magic in their blood, blurring out of existence at the front steps and re-appearing at the epicenter of the crowd, hand already reaching for their sword.
But by the time they materialize the squirming in their skull has become a buzzing that filters down into their sword arm, and as they bring both hands to their face to shake it free, Xa'rok finds a new course of action: for their vision has gone dark around the edges, blurred as if they are still in between one place and the next. Their feet have left the ground, and the buzzing has become a hum, a wellspring, a gaping hungry maw. The only thing restraining it is their own will.
Once realized, they let it go.
Reality shifts. A blip in their vision. An expulsion of force with the ring of psionic detonation. It tears through their mind and out.
The goblins drop around them like flies. Bryanna and Andrick stare in twin horror until their eyes go blank, and they, too, collapse into the shadow of their rampart hideaway.
A pleased, honeyed voice sluices through Xa'rok's slowly-reconnecting thoughts. Good. Again.
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Reading this list and came across this one fact...idk man this is Athelstan core somehow :
Henry II of England, the king who uttered the famous phrase "Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?" got beaten up by 80 monks as part of his penance for his part in said priest's death.
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popping-your-culture · 6 months
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kneworder · 2 months
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literally how the fuck did i survive my sophmore year of college. i went out every weekend. i got HAMMERED EVERY WEEKEND. i know that's standard at some schools but now that i live off campus it's like a switch flipped and i'm suddenly like oh no i actually need to get some stuff done on this friday night. was so looking forward to going to hockey games again this year until i went to one and realized oh holy shit i did not enjoy these at all i just liked that it gave me an excuse to get so drunk i couldn't stop giggling with my besties and then go to another party afterwards. like no WONDER i was a wreck last spring i did maybe 40% of my readings and wasn't functional most saturdays. now i'm like oh no idk if i can afford an edibles+movie night in this weekend even though that's my new favorite activity 😔 and then i think back to asking in the middle of the dining hall PLEASE TELL ME WE HAVE SOMEWHERE TO GO DRINK THIS WEEKEND every single friday last year. my roommate and i joked a lot about 'alcoholism behavior' and it never got near that bad but like. in retrospect. it was a little bit of alcoholism behavior. like that was super not healthy and i don't know how the lowest grade i got that semester was an A- bc you would think i was failing my classes the way i talked and looked and acted 80% of the time.
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spring-ephemeral · 2 months
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I promised myself I wouldn't become this kind of BG3 player. But well. Unfortunately it's kind of funny.
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the-evil-pizza · 10 months
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I'm so close to the burb mount but ough, tank job to level from 0 OOOOOUGH
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aleprouswitch · 2 years
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Meredith Monk by Jack Mitchell, New York City, 1988.
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keefsteef · 4 months
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🙄🙄🙄 Alexander you're so childish wtf how dorky and lame I want nothing to do with you don't ever look at me ever no more, will you marry me 💍💔
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Also...was Mr. Roth off guard? 😩😩😩😩😩 THATS UNFAIR ‼️
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thislovintime · 1 year
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Peter Tork and The Peter Tork Project, early 1980s; photos by Michael Ventura/Alamy.
“Eventually, Tork moved to New York City, working odd jobs and performing ‘sporadically.’ In the early ‘80s, after he quit drinking, he started a couple of bands, Peter Tork and the New Monks, and the heavy-metal-leaning Peter Tork Project. But Tork says that heavy drinking had ‘left me with mediocre skills. Until I started working on my skills again, it didn’t matter.’” - Los Angeles Times, October 20, 1992
“In June of 1982, Peter Tork was in my face again. It was at a gritty, downscale, but packed-to-the-gills club in Boston called Bunratty’s. (Long gone.) Tork, then 40, was on a tour he described as the ‘I Have to Laugh to Keep from Crying Tour.’ It was billed as Peter Tork and the New Monks – Tork plus four crack musicians providing a hard-rock ride down memory lane. We talked a bit between sets. Me: ‘What it’s like going through life and to always be viewed as a former Monkee?’ Tork: ‘Compared to what?’ I paused for a moment and thought to myself, ‘Exactly! When this is the life you’ve known, what can you compare it to?’ (This was one of the best answers I’d ever had to one of my queries.) I re-used this anecdote when I talked to Ringo years later – switching up Monkees for Beatles in his case – and he chuckled. ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘What can you compare it to? This is where I am and this is what I am.’ So, why were we Bostonians packed shoulder-to-shoulder in the post-punk heyday to hear ‘60s pop done live and loud? ‘A lot of people come out and they want to remember the old songs,’ Tork said. ‘They want to drift back to when they were fetuses or however old they were then.’ [...] ‘When I arrive at the gates of St. Peter,’ Tork quipped, ‘he’s going to say First one to go . . . okay, we’ll let you in.’ One Peter to another. ‘When I quit the Monkees,’ Tork continued, ‘the first thing I wanted to do was divorce myself from the whole thing entirely.’ Tork formed a ‘straight- ahead pop rock’ band, Peter Tork and/or Release, but it failed to go anywhere. In late 1971 and early 1972 Tork spent three months in jail for possession of hashish. Tork, who was a folk musician prior to Monkee-dom, resurfaced in 1977 to play an acoustic gig at CBGB’s, at the time New York’s prime punk club. In a sense, punk was responsible for bringing Tork back to work. The Sex Pistols did a vicious sloppy cover of ‘Steppin’ Stone,’ and other punk new wave bands have embraced the Monkees on two levels: 1) damn good pop tunes and, 2) potential kitsch value. Tork, who was married and living in Venice, Calif., was on a tour playing small U.S. clubs. (Dolenz and Jones, incidentally, had also formed Monkees facsimiles at that time and were rumored still to be big stars in Japan.) Tork has been around the area all week – he was playing an even dive-ier club in nearby Somerville the next night – unveiling a repertoire that consisted of some Monkees tunes, some non-Monkees originals, and some early rock ‘n’ roll covers. He wasn’t exactly playing the Monkees’ songs by the (Boyce & Hart) book. I’d venture to say this was almost hard rock/heavy metal Monkees music. ‘The [Monkees] records are a little thin by contemporary standards,’ Tork said. ‘People who are just into rock ‘n’ roll and had a lot of contempt for the Monkees phenomenon as a whole aren’t going to come in the first place. People who are on the borderline – they liked the Monkees and they like rock ‘n’ roll today – are going to come. If I play it like it was off the records, they’re going to say ‘Well, it was nice to see him but so what?’ If I play ’em right and they want to dance, I’ve got good musicians whacking away and they’re going to come back.” Tork’s musicians – Phil Simon and Nelson Bogart, guitars; Vince Barranco, drums; and Paul Ill, bass – have played variously with Little Feat, Dave Brubeck, Joe Beck and Carolyne Mas. [...] Although not signed to a label, Tork said producer Jimmy Miller (Rolling Stones, Traffic) was ready to record an album with them. (Jimmy Miller, who lived in our region, was had made maybe the greatest Stones album ever in Exile on Main St., but was drug-damaged goods by that point, sad to say.) ‘My goals right now are to make a living entertaining,’ Tork said. ‘Put away something for my old age, cookouts on the weekend, no big thing. You never know what’s going to happen. One of these days I might make a mark on my own.’”- Rock and Roll Globe, February 2022
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asleepinawell · 1 year
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I was going to make favorite dungeon per xpac polls but the tags on the least favorite for arr have been so funny and full of rage maybe I'll just do least favorite for each and then a final championship for the most shit ass beloathed dungeon in the game
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intertexts-moving · 10 months
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it is truly SO fun to be a hater when it comes 2 wormward & wildbow in general. however there are so many more articulate and interesting people than me bitching about wild boar at any given time so i will stick to going oaughfhhh.. worb good. and luring mutuals into starting it.
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nevermoresart · 1 year
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SO NOT ONLY DID I ADD COLOR TO THAT BOJIN SKETCH I DECIDED TO DRAG MAO OUT OF HIDING AND PUT HIM THROUGH THIS TORTURE TOO :DDDD
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