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a-lil-perspective · 2 years

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Tech: *performing a health assessment* On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?

Crosshair: I love all my pain equally.

Tech:

Tech: thAt iS nOT A vALid AnSwER.

Crosshair:

Tech: I w i l l s c a n y o u n o w—

Crosshair: Wait—

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incorrect-losers · 2 years

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Mike: Have a good day, Eddie

Eddie: And…

Eddie *bowing*: to ye

-later-

Eddie: ‘To ye’. What?! Who says that?!

#eddie being gay on main is the best #losers club #it #it chapter 2 #it stephen king #the losers club #losers club incorrect quotes #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #hanbrak #source: baymax!#this show is so cute you guys omg

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cs-darktrax · 2 years

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Julia: performing a health assessment On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?

Chase: I love all my pain equally.

Julia:

Julia: thAt iS nOT A vALid AnSwER.

Chase:

Julia: *holding device* I w i l l s c a n y o u n o w—

#carmen sandiego 2019 #cs chase devineaux #chase devineaux #julia argent #cs julia argent #incorrect quotes #incorrect cs quotes #cs incorrect quote #source: Baymax!#Go watch it on disney +#its really good!#and wholesome #haha promoting BH6 on my CS blog the irony

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revengeofreaper32 · 1 year

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I found this for you, Floyd Leech fans. Please enjoy the crossover Japanese comic!

#revengeofreaper32 #disney twisted wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #floyd leech #baymax #big hero 6 #crossover #twiiter #comic #japenese #octavinelle #source: twitter

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incorrectmirrorverse · 2 years

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Rapunzel: What do rainbows mean to you?

Merida: Gay rights.

Scrooge: There's money at the end.

Baymax: They're an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.

Rapunzel:

Merida:

Scrooge:

Baymax: And, you know, gay rights.

#Disney Mirrorverse #incorrect quotes #Source: Tumblr #Rapunzel #Merida #Scrooge McDuck #Baymax

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spinnychaircirclecasting · 8 months

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On today's episode of I Work In A Comic Shop:

So on Sundays, I run D&D games for kids (ages ranging about 6-16). It's fun, we goof around a lot and I let them get away with most things in-game as long as they can semi-reasonably justify how it'd happen.

And something I do often, when the kids start looking for every single detail about NPC #4534 because they've decided he's Very Very Important™️, is to just stick in a reference to some random movie. (For example: "This townsperson's name is Billiam S. Preston Esquire, and his buddy Teddy Bear Logan is missing! If he doesn't return soon, then Wyld Stallyns will lose their concert gig at the local tavern!") If the kids get it, it's a fun easter egg, and if they don't, then at least I didn't have to come up with a fantasy name on the spot.

My latest adventure involved a battle with a gang of skeletons, after which their scattered bones start wriggling towards the source of the dark magic that animated them in the first place.

And I'm struck with what I consider to be a bit of brilliance.

So, we're playing, and we reach the end of the battle. I explain that the bones are all moving eastwards, and then I add:

"You're reminded of the legend of old, of the great adventurer Hiro and his mighty companion Baymax, who tracked a pack of magical nanobots to their evil master using a single hostage bot."

Now the table erupts in laughter, and I'm feeling pretty good. But then we realize that the youngest of our party (an 8-year-old) looks confused at what's so funny. He doesn't get the reference.

I'm naturally surprised - this is a well-known Disney movie, I figure pretty much all the kids know it. But apparently he hasn't seen it. And so I quickly google the release date of Big Hero Six.

It is 2014. Nine years ago. In other words, the movie is older than this kid. And I am immediately hit by the passage of time like a truck.

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best-bot-tournament-2023 · 1 year

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ROUND ONE IS NOW LIVE

For ROUND ONE I'll be posting FOUR polls PER DAY over 8 days and each poll will be open for ONE WEEK.

I've decided to do it this way for the following reasons:

More time for y'all to get your proboganda out there and make it count!

More opportunity for more people to vote and get involved!

Gives me extra time and breathing room to source images, make fancy graphics for this and also to like... live my life.

This might well change because I'm a fickle beast but for now the schedule is this:

DAY 1: SATURDAY - 18/03/23 (VOTING CLOSES 26/03/23)

Bender VS BMO

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N VS Emily

K1-B0 VS C-3P0

Robecca VS Wheatley

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DAY 2: SUNDAY - 19/03/23 (VOTING CLOSES 27/03/23)

Baymax VS Marvin

Connor VS Fresh Cut Grass

Calculester VS BOYD

Ribbot VS Frobo

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DAY 3: MONDAY - 20/03/23 (VOTING CLOSES 28/03/23)

Rosie the Robot VS Mephone 4

Astro Boy VS Hatsune Miku

Kryton VS EDI

Elle Eedee VS Penny Polendina

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DAY 4: TUESDAY - 21/03/23 (VOTING CLOSES 29/03/23)

GLaDOS VS Mettaton

The Iron Giant VS Laputian Robots

Zane VS WALL-E

V1 VS Karen

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DAY 5: WEDNESDAY - 22/03/23

TBD

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DAY 6: THURSDAY - 23/03/23

TBD

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DAY 7: FRIDAY - 24/03/23

TBD

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DAY 8: SATURDAY - 25/03/23

TBD

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That's all from me for now so time to get voting!

#best bot updates #botposting #round 1 #best bot round 1

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Following this other question…

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/im-totally-not-an-alien-2/690362723298623488?source=share

what if?, Danny finds Baymax in the ghost zone…

I love Danny finding people and things in the ghost zone. I'm actually playing with a plot bunny in my head involving that scenario.

To answer your question I think he would try to convince his parents to let him keep the happy health robot and Jazz would make a strong case for him to keep it for mental health reasons.

#the alien answers

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magicaltrash · 3 months

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In 2024 Tokyo Disneyland launched a series of mini-festival events called Disney Pal-Palooza. The first ran from January-March 2024 and was themed as "Minnie's Funderland," a celebration of Minnie Mouse and all the things she dreams and loves. Special decorations, merchandise, food, and a parade were part of this event - and so was a special trash can design! These pink garbage and recycling cans featuring light blue trim, light pink polka-dots, and a red bow situated on the inlet flap. It's great to see Tokyo delivering limited-time themed cans to support their festivals. TDL also did this back in 2021 for their "Happy Fair with Baymax" limited-time meet-and-greet event - and a special red Baymax can. Love it! // Tokyo Disney Resort, Tokyo Disneyland, Fantasyland, 2024 [Source: OmniSnoozer. Used by Permission.]

#Disney #Magical Trash #Disney Trash Can #Trash Can #2024 #Recycling #Tokyo #Tokyo Disney Resort #Tokyo Disneyland #TDL #TDR #Fantasyland #Disney Pal-Palooza #Minnie's Funderland

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kyra45-but-animals · 2 years

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List of Pets

This post will be used to link to posts I’ve made for animals I’ve currently located the owners of. This list will be updated as sources are found. Any animal posted and linked here is owned by Facebook users or was found on gofundme.

Last updated 3/10/2023

(Currently the links have broken due to tumblr changing the link system. However, searching on my blog will bring up any posts with the name.)

Louise Shredder Smudge Griggs Bear Buddha Felix Lucky Patches Pumpkin Aries Tabby Riot Tigger CJ Mylo Milo Sangria Cora Anakin Baymax Patterson Leah Hudini Eeyore Chico Ella Geo Max Turbo

One More Dog Rescue

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List of pets whose owners requested no info to be shown but I posted to show they are stolen by scams

Ginny

#mutual aid #cat #dog

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darthkvznblogs · 4 months

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Is the K-Verse more technologically advanced than the base MCU Earth?

Yeah, I’d say so. Not overly so, but they did have functional LMDs in the 70s and Baymax, while impressive for 2012, isn’t exactly mind-blowing, so we’re a bit ahead.

Also, this reminds me (and I’m sure this is something no one else but me is actually bothered about), I feel like I haven’t justified in-universe the fact that Tony claims the Iron Man suit is at least 5 years ahead of anyone else becoming capable of reproducing the tech, when I also have HYDRA designing (if not necessarily fielding) battle mechs in the mid 40s. The truth is, mech suits and exoskeletons have been in use in some form or another since then (a version of the Crimson Dynamo was active in the late stages of the Cold War, for example), but Tony’s true brilliance with Iron Man is due to three things: the form factor (there’s never been such a compact suit before, and certainly not one packing that much heat), the power source (before the arc reactor, the best his predecessors could manage was nuclear power, which was obviously very dangerous), and the ability to fly in that unique, highly maneuverable fashion the Iron Man suit is capable of. That’s what Tony’s confident others won’t be able to reproduce for a while. Even Vanko, brilliant as he was, couldn’t miniaturize the components enough to eliminate the clunkiness of his final suit.

#ask box #anon ask #kryptonverse

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leosabi · 8 months

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no hospitals

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a fic about gently caring for my superhero partner's injuries. please read the warnings carefully!

CW: injury/blood, vague references to violence, depictions of panic/anxiety/OCD, a prescription drug that is commonly abused (Xanax; it is not abused in this fic, and the character has it as a prescription, but the word “drugged” is used and there is a vague description of its effects).

Leo startled awake, at what was assuredly the middle of the night, to a crash echoing through the apartment.

His heart fluttered uncomfortably, scenarios running rampant in his mind. Wasabi hadn’t been home when Leo went to bed, but with the double life Wasabi lived, there was no guarantee that the source of the crash had been him returning. A few too many supervillains out there knew Wasabi’s identity.

Leo took a knife out of the bedside drawer. Couldn’t be too careful.

He tiptoed on his shakey, half-asleep feet towards the source of the crash, which seemed to be near the hallway—maybe the bathroom. He was proven right a moment later by the bathroom light spilling out into the hallway through a sliver in the door.

Probably was Wasabi, then. No reason for an intruder to be investigating their toiletries.

Knife still clutched tightly in his hand, the handle leaving indents in his palm, Leo gently pushed open the door, bright lights stinging his dark-adjusted eyes.

Inside the room was Wasabi, armor still on, sitting on the floor in front of…some kind of mess.

“Hey,” Leo said, clicking the knife closed and shoving it in the pocket of his soft sweatpants before dropping to the floor. “What’s going on?”

“Dropped it,” Wasabi said. “And knocked over the…the…soap…thing.”

Leo observed the scene more closely. In front of Wasabi was their first aid kit, its contents scattered. Off to the left, beside the sink, was their ceramic soap dispenser—completely shattered, its contents spilled in a glob of shiny purple, slowly spreading towards the rest of the mess.

“Hey, hey,” Leo said softly, “hey, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

“No, no it’s okay,” Wasabi said unconvincingly. “I just needed some gauze.”

“Are you hurt?”

“It’s not that bad,” Wasabi muttered, shuffling around in the pile of medical supplies. “I-I’m sorry for knocking over the soap dispenser. It was really loud.”

“It’s okay,” Leo said, reaching for Wasabi’s still-gloved hands. He threaded their fingers together, squeezing, trying to steady the shaking. “Tell me what happened?”

“It was just a fight,” Wasabi said. “I swear it’s not that bad, I didn’t even know I was hurt until the battle was over and sh-she’d run off, and Baymax pointed it out to me. GoGo thought I should go to the hospital but it’s not even that bad I swear, please don’t make me go to the ER—”

“If I see it,” Leo began, squeezing Wasabi’s hands just a little tighter, “and you need stitches, I’m going to be pissed.”

“I don’t need stitches.”

“Prove it.”

Wasabi let out a long, hitching exhale, his eyes fluttering shut. He scooted away, his back hitting the wall of the bathtub, and Leo caught sight of it: a clean cut through his bodysuit and into his skin, dripping red.

It ran, diagonally, from the lower side of his ribcage, right where his armor ended, and nearly to his naval. Leo couldn’t tell how deep it was, but it was long.

“I’ll be honest,” Leo said, lips quivering, “I’m a fraction of a second away from calling nine one one.”

“I will straight up break up with you if you do that.”

“The only reason that isn’t gonna work on me is because I know you’re bluffing,” Leo said. “Look—let’s get your armor off and then I’ll decide.”

“I…” Wasabi said. He swallowed thickly. “Yeah. Okay. I’m really sorry I said that, I just…”

“You’re panicking,” Leo finished. “It’s okay. You don’t deal with getting hurt very well. But work with me here, alright?”

Wasabi nodded.

Together, one piece at a time, they stripped Wasabi of his armor and placed it in the tub behind them, just to get it out of the way. Then they rolled down the upper half of his bodysuit—careful around the cut—and Leo sat in front of him, phone flashlight in hand, to get a better look at it.

It was almost surgical, and it took Leo very little time to realize who had done this to him.

I’m going to fucking kill her, Leo thought, briefly entertaining the fantasy; though he definitely didn’t have the ability to stand even half a chance against the supervillain.

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Leo said, taking a few deep, deep breaths, feeling the oxygen fill his lungs and flow through his body. “I can’t really tell how deep it is, because of all the blood, so I’m gonna wash my hands, and then I’m gonna clean the cut. It’s gonna hurt. Do you want me to get you a plushie or something?”

Wasabi shook his head. “No,” he said, giving Leo his best puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t want you to leave.”

“Okay, I won’t,” Leo said. He looked at the broken soap dispenser, frowning, and then grabbed a bar of soap from his shower caddy. He washed up, and then knelt back down in front of Wasabi, a clean, damp washcloth in hand. “Are you ready?”

“I hate this.” Wasabi looked like such a sad, abandoned kitten that Leo just wanted to squeeze him.

“Angel…what do you want me to do? Even if I wasn’t checking to see if you need stitches, would you want me to bandage it without cleaning it?”

“No…” Wasabi frowned deeper.

“You’re not making this easy for me.”

“That’s because I hate this, and it’s making my OCD flare. That washcloth isn’t sterile,” Wasabi said, trembling slightly. “Your hands aren’t, either. This room isn’t. No matter what, it’s not gonna—OW! Leo!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, cleaning the cut as best as he could despite Wasabi violently flinching away from his touch. “I don’t like this either. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Wasabi appeared to be holding his breath as Leo went on. Thankfully for both of them, the cut was just long, not deep, and though it would probably be wise to take him to the hospital, Leo didn’t think it would be necessary—and it certainly wouldn’t be worth the panic.

Hospitals were full of bright lights, strong smells, and most pressingly, sick people. Wasabi was an absolute wreck whenever he needed to be in one.

Leo put the bloodied washcloth on the floor, reaching for the gauze and medical tape. Wasabi seemed to relax at the sight.

“No hospitals?” He asked as Leo began to gently plaster gauze to the cut.

“No hospitals,” Leo confirmed. Wasabi still felt tense under his fingers. “When I’m done I’m gonna get you some comfy clothes and a Xanax, okay? Maybe some Ibuprofen?”

“The Xanax is only for emergencies, though,” Wasabi protested.

Leo looked down at the wound he was bandaging, and then up at Wasabi, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. “I think we have different definitions of ‘emergency’, dear.”

“No, I mean like…for the panic attacks where I think I’m dying?”

“I won’t make you take it,” Leo said, gently rubbing the last of the tape to make sure it was fully stuck to Wasabi’s skin. “But I know the sterility of my hands and the washcloth are gonna bother you. More than bother you. And I just want you to be able to sleep, okay?”

Wasabi huffed a sigh. “I know you’re right,” he said, “I just don’t like taking it.”

“It’ll be okay,” Leo said gently. He pressed a kiss to Wasabi’s bare clavicle. “We’ll get you all comfy in bed before it kicks in, and things’ll be just fine by tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” Wasabi leaned down to kiss the top of Leo’s head.

Leo’s lips quirked in a bare smile. “Which clothes do you want me to grab for you?”

“Mmm…” Wasabi hummed, thinking. “Gray sweatpants. Cinnamoroll shirt.”

“You’re adorable,” Leo said. “Cinnamoroll. Got it. Cinnamoroll, Xanax, Ibuprofen, cup of water. Anything else? Tea or something?”

“No,” Wasabi replied, “but thank you.”

Leo pressed one last kiss to the scruffy underside of Wasabi’s jaw before leaving.

When he re-entered the bathroom, Wasabi was trying to clean up the remains of the ceramic soap dispenser. “No, no no, honey, it’s okay—“

“It’s gonna bother me. And I’m like, actually upset about it.”

Leo held up the bright orange prescription pill bottle in his hand and gave it a little shake. “That’s what the benzos are for. I’m gonna clean it up in the morning. You don’t have to see the mess while you’re in bed, and I don’t want you trying to clean while that cut is still fresh.”

Wasabi pursed his lips, looking up at Leo with a conflicted expression.

Leo continued: “Is cleaning the mess right now more important than taking care of your body while it’s injured? What if you stress the injury and make it worse?”

“I really need you to stop talking.”

“Sorry,” Leo said. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Take your meds? Please? I’ll clean it up now if that helps, but I really just wanna sleep. It’s the middle of the night.”

Wasabi let out a frustrated noise, sitting back on his heels. “This is stupid. This is really stupid.”

Leo kneeled down beside Wasabi, handing him the glass of water and meds, clothes still tucked under one arm. “You’re okay. It’s okay. You’re tired and hurt and stressed, that’s all.”

Wasabi took the meds and water, swallowing one Xanax and two Ibuprofen. He let out a dejected sigh. “Are lobotomies still legal?”

Leo frowned. “Don’t say that.”

“It would be easier.”

“No it wouldn’t.” Leo handed him the clothes. “It would be harder and shittier and you know it.”

“It’s going in circles,” Wasabi said. “My head. I mean, it’s always doing that. But it’s worse than normal. Circles and threads and spiderwebs of horrible thoughts.”

Leo handed Wasabi his clothes. “Take a few deep breaths with me. The thoughts can’t hurt you. You’re an observer. They’re passersby. Deep breaths. In…out.”

Wasabi followed along.

Eventually, he calmed—a combination of the breathing and the medication flowing through his system. Leo left him alone to let him get ready for bed, trusting he wouldn’t spiral, and when he finally climbed under the covers beside Leo, Leo felt indescribable relief.

“I’m going to fucking kill her,” Leo whispered to the top of Cinnamoroll’s head. “I’m gonna cut her into tiny little pieces.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Wasabi mumbled, barely awake. “Actually, pretend I didn’t say that. No I wouldn’t. I’d rather not have to rescue you from her again.”

“That was one time.”

“One time too many.”

“It was really hot when you rescued me, though.”

“You’re,” Wasabi mumbled, nuzzling the top of Leo’s head, “the worst.”

They lapsed into silence for a long moment, until Leo broke it with: “Are you okay?”

“Sleepy,” Wasabi whispered, “foggy. I’m thinking through molasses.”

“But you’re okay?”

“I guess so.”

“Good,” Leo said. He looked up, a hand on the side of Wasabi’s face, brushing their noses together. “Can I kiss you? I brushed my teeth earlier, I promise. And just a peck, ‘cuz you’re drugged.”

Wasabi snorted. “Sure.”

Leo kissed him, short and sweet and chaste, thumb gently running along his cheekbone.

“Sleep,” Leo whispered into the minimal space between them. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”