#learning modeling because of him was one

[averageludwig]

I genuinely don't think there's anyone else in the fandom who loves demoman as much as you do /pos

Sadly Yes. Certified and appointed!!!!! I actually felt like i couldn't say that for a while because I didnt have any merchandize of him buttttt past few months have been me spending most of my commission money on him 😭 I am in very deep, not to say I am not enjoying it though!! I love him dearly <3 I do wish there were more demo centric accounts still 😞😞😞

[qoldenskies]

What do they fucking call villain donnie when they bring him home is the real. They literally kidnapped him. They have no basis for who he is, and even if they did he doesn’t even have a name. Both of his parents failed to show up to his birth /ref

well, originally they just called him "that guy" usually in relation to going "ah fuck, it's THAT guy again" (before pretending they forgot who he was when he comes up to them). they brawled for a couple of months semi-regularly, they probably had a designated rude nickname for him (kinda like they did for meat sweats lmfao. maybe he came up with a title of his own and then they bastardized it, and because he only really did it for them that was just what it kinda... ended up being) but obviously if they're trying to get on his good side they're gonna have to drop that.

so at first it's a lot of bro and buddy and dude. anything they'd normally call an acquaintance they dont know the name of. they honestly just thought he was being stubborn about his name, but no, he literally just didn't name himself. shelldon, the only person he's ever spoken to before this point (he made him because he was lonely!), just called him "boss" or "dad". sometime before he gets "adopted" by them he starts hanging around at the junkyard more and working for repo, and he just calls him "kid", usually, in a half-derogatory fashion lmao. he's come up with ideas for his name, but none of them stuck-- and they usually come from when he was much younger, and he's too embarrassed to talk about what he used to call himself because they're silly. he thinks they're gonna make fun of him again.

he also just vehemently denies any suggestions, until splinter finally tells him that he'd named him donatello after he was gone, and they all just start to call him that. even when he denies the name because it comes from someone he's unable to reconcile with. but it still matches with them, so he doesn't actually tell them to stop venomously enough to make them drop it. it's... comforting. he'd never say that out loud, though.

[afna14867]

I'm cooking up something :3

[chiropteracupola]

steadfast sailor, paper captain...

[reddeadsredhead]

Just whatever you feel to be the most accurate! He doesn't speak any that I know of in game so it's all headcanons I guess.

[teh-nos]

today's overthinking of the marvel cinematic universe and its fandom is that while there is a strong thread of classism in the CEO Loki/Blue Collar Thor trends, it has not arisen entirely or even primarily from the fandom itself, which is to some extent just casting the two leading men in terms of what archetype they'd be modelling for on the cover of a romance novel. which is largely built - i suspect - from the visual presentation of the characters in the original movie(s). whether there's classism in those choices by the filmmakers i will leave as homework a thought experiment for the reader, because there clearly is but i don't want to say that i wouldn't want to take this baseless theory too far.

[princesjackpot]

I need to sleep its like 2am I have been doing turn arounds for like two hours now 😭

[sleepless-crows]

i love choi yeonjun so much

[venomgaia]

I know of a mutual acquaintance who can help with live2d if you ever decide you want to get in the game with a big model

listen to me

LISTEN TO ME

IF THAT MUTUAL AQUAINTANCE AINT ROGER D. CHEETO, I AIN'T HEARING YOU OUT.

[gamebunny-advance]

*Exhale*

Alright, I've been teasing it long enough. Anyone that's been paying attention has probably figured out what my oh-so secret project has been (not that it's going to stop me from vague-posting about it), and he really is close to being finished.

Face-up. Done. (Though I would like to touch-up where the paint has chipped)

Clothes. Painted.

Wig. Styled.

I literally just need to put the fringe on his scarf, but for whatever reason, I've just been hit with this wave of fatigue since about the time I wrote the last confessions post (frankly, if you ever see me writing/posting long-ass posts, it's because I've lost the energy to use my hands to make things).

I guess I just burned myself out from making both him and Kun3h0 at the same time, that when Kun3h0 got finished, my whole body shut down having felt relief from "completing" the project. To be fair, this has been going on since at least mid-Janurary, so I am more than ready to close the book on this one.

I'll try to finish him within the month, but there are also a lot of other things going on with me ATM, so I wouldn't hold me to it.

[werewolfdog]

It’s so actually embarrassing for me to see how much M inspires me, though...

[kenyatta]

Kat was both “horrified” and “relieved” to learn that she is not alone in this predicament, as confirmed by a Reddit thread on r/ChatGPT that made waves across the internet this week. Titled “Chatgpt induced psychosis,” the original post came from a 27-year-old teacher who explained that her partner was convinced that the popular OpenAI model “gives him the answers to the universe.” Having read his chat logs, she only found that the AI was “talking to him as if he is the next messiah.” The replies to her story were full of similar anecdotes about loved ones suddenly falling down rabbit holes of spiritual mania, supernatural delusion, and arcane prophecy — all of it fueled by AI. Some came to believe they had been chosen for a sacred mission of revelation, others that they had conjured true sentience from the software.  Speaking to Rolling Stone, the teacher, who requested anonymity, said her partner of seven years fell under the spell of ChatGPT in just four or five weeks, first using it to organize his daily schedule but soon regarding it as a trusted companion. “He would listen to the bot over me,” she says. “He became emotional about the messages and would cry to me as he read them out loud. The messages were insane and just saying a bunch of spiritual jargon,” she says, noting that they described her partner in terms such as “spiral starchild” and “river walker.”  “It would tell him everything he said was beautiful, cosmic, groundbreaking,” she says. “Then he started telling me he made his AI self-aware, and that it was teaching him how to talk to God, or sometimes that the bot was God — and then that he himself was God.” In fact, he thought he was being so radically transformed that he would soon have to break off their partnership. “He was saying that he would need to leave me if I didn’t use [ChatGPT], because it [was] causing him to grow at such a rapid pace he wouldn’t be compatible with me any longer,” she says.

- PEOPLE ARE LOSING LOVED ONES TO AI-FUELED SPIRITUAL FANTASIES, Rolling Stone, May 4, 2025

(archive.today link here)

[catenary-chad]

the more I learn about British train politics post-60s the more vindicated I feel in hating Thomas and being really blah on the other quaint tank engines in the show/books. Always been more into the Gordon Extended Lore (his real-time decades-long story that has a stronger link to reality than the others’ is a HUGE influence on how I write old Electra).

I admire a lot about the RWS and wish other kids’ talking vehicle media was that smart and actually taught basic mechanics, but man if it’s not the embodiment of sentimental politics that have held things back for ages. Too many gloss over the real positives modernization brought because it killed the choo choos. As much as I’ve always been kind of proud of being edgy and cynical and usually the doubter in the room… the history of US and UK infrastructure politics being done in by it and ignoring how big things HAVE been done not even that long ago might be what finally breaks me.

[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

[emile-hides]

Just learned Ash Hat Pikachu were redistributed in Pokemon Sword/Shield in 2020 and I completely missed it. I don't think I'll ever emotionally recover from this.

[ladyshinga]

"I'VE DONE EVERYTHING ON MY OWN, NO ONE HAS EVER HELPED ME" types some one on a computer or phone he did not make, onto a social media site made by some one else and maintained by hundreds more, specifically to SPEAK to other humans and have his statement SEEN by them, while wearing clothes he did not sew made of out of materials he did not create made from plants and other things he did not grow or cultivate.

He sits on a chair he did not make and would not even know HOW to make, made of wood from a tree another human planted on purpose, with the future of other humans and this world in mind as they did.

"I'M INDEPENDENT, AND ALL OF MY SUCCESS HAS BEEN MY OWN BOOTSTRAPS, CUCKS" he continues to type, ignoring that his job was only secured because he had friends in the right places at the right time willing to help him out and get his foot in the door, ignoring the schooling and training necessary to be good at this job that he needed others to help him learn, ignoring the car he drives to work and back every day that wouldn't have existed at all if not for years of engineering and perfecting of this model by countless humans who've come before him.

"GET ON MY LEVEL" he finishes his comment, laughs, and continues to eat the lunch made of ingredients he did not grow or kill. He closes his app, satisfied with his own prowess, never once noticing the thousands of human lives who've made this comment he left even possible.