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Mark 2 Piercer Mech

It has been complete for a while but I didn't have any proper renders of it made, this one has been fun to texture

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Mark 1 Velika mecha.

a recent remake of an older model of mine

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if i opened up commissions to draw dragons would u guys buy. be serious w me.

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follow your dreams at a sustainable pace

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I need to say something and I need y'all to be calm

if it isn't actively bad or harmful, no representation should be called "too simple" or "too surface level"

I have a whole argument for this about the barbie movie but today I wanna talk about a show called "the babysitters club" on Netflix

(obligatory disclaimer that I watched only two episodes of this show so if it's super problematic I'm sorry) (yes. I know it's based on a book, this is about the show)

this is a silly 8+ show that my 9 year old sister is watching and it manages to tackle so many complex topics in such an easy way. basic premise is these 13 year old girls have a babysitting agency.

in one episode, a girl babysits this transfem kid. the approach is super simple, with the kid saying stuff like "oh no, those are my old boy clothes, these are my girl clothes". they have to go to the doctor and everyone is calling the kid by her dead name and using he/him and this 13 year old snaps at like a group of doctors and they all listen to her. it's pure fantasy and any person versed in trans theory would point out a bunch of mistakes.

but after watching this episode, my little sister started switching to my name instead of my dead name and intercalating he/him pronouns when talking about me.

one of the 13 years old is a diabetic and sometimes her whole personality is taken over by that. but she has this episode where she pushes herself to her limit and passes out and talks about being in a coma for a while because of not recognizing the limits of her disability.

and this allowed my 9 year old sister to understand me better when I say "I really want to play with you but right now my body physically can't do that" (I'm disabled). she has even asked me why I'm pushing myself, why I'm not using my crutches when I complain about pain.

my mom is 50 years old and watching this show with my sister. she said the episode about the diabetic girl helped her understand me and my disability better. she grew up disabled as well, but she was taught to shut up and power through.

yes, silly simple representation can annoy you if you've read thousands of pages about queer liberation or disability radical thought, but sometimes things are not for you.

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You should be starting a recipe book. I don't give a shit if you're only 20-years-old. The modern web is rotting away bit by bit before our very eyes. You have no idea when that indie mom blog is going down or when Pinterest will remove that recipe. Copy it down in a notebook, physically or digitally. Save it somewhere only you can remove it. Trust me, looking for a recipe only to find out it's been wiped off the internet is so fucking sad. I've learned my lesson one too many times.

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A mech made from the still living corpse of the god of flesh, machines, and the apocalypse.  It has no living pilots. 

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perfect new meme template just dropped

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Are there gunpla fans on Tumblr? 😅

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somewhere out there someone has probably used AI to write their wedding vows. someone out there is probably loading their hinge profile with AI quippy responses. when i close my eyes i picture a man hunting through chatGPT prompts, trying to get someone else to love him. maybe she sends him back chatGPT too, and two robots fall in love.

is this our new lives, then? is love scripted? i have a dandelion heart and some part of me wants to believe that AI will not obtain self-reliance by evil but instead by discovering the single perfect shape of love - the one thing humanity (in all our time and force) could never quite nail down. maybe it will be a string of numbers. the imprint of static, the universe's thumbprint. maybe it will just be a single long mirror, and jam dripping down your hands.

i know there are "good" reasons. i was nervous! or i was unsure how to say it! but - i want your nervous words. i want your unsure words. i want you to strike entire pages of work for me. i want you to gesture vaguely, to ransack your mind for ways to instead-of-saying just show me. i want to find where your words fail you and where the summer of your longing blazes out of you, infinite, resisting the capture of definition.

and i want to do the same for you. isn't any love worth a little bit of struggle? i want to shiver with the movie-ripe sense my friends are lovely and i am so tender towards them - i want to never quite be able to explain what it means to spend my life with them. i want to draw shapes on your skin that exit the geometric and fade into the same, wordless pattern. it is still love if silent. you know - i rarely, if ever, actually tell my siblings i love them? i just show up often, and hope the action does the talking.

i know AI is "easier". of course. buttoned up and seamlessly corporate. but i do not want to love you through a film. i do not want to love you with your edges sanded down. i cannot recognize myself in you if you are unmarred and glistening. something about how, with the crystal-clear mp3 files of the present, we ache for the scratch of vinyl. the flaws are what make love worth it. i want the raw and the windbeaten and the unkempt.

something tender, then. i love you because you're real, which means that you cannot be perfect.

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It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.

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me: *is jokingly mean to my friend*

friend: *jokingly pretends to be hurt*

me:

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Superstitions in the hangar:

It's bad luck to get the unit insignia on your 'mech shot off. It's extremely bad luck if, if it's a face or head of some kind, it gets a shot through the eye.

Burn, or at least thoroughly wash and swap for another, any pilot gear you were wearing in a 'mech that got destroyed. Metal-death sticks deep.

In certain units, you have to address your 'mech by its full serial code until you've had your blood spilled on it. (Shrapnel, glancing shots, purposeful sacrificial incisions, however you do it.) Only then do you give it a name.

Any 'mech that uses fire as its primary weapon has to face inwards in its niche or bay. (There's a reason for this one. Backing out is tricky, and any obstacle that can be put in the path of burning people to death, people generally try to ensure is.)

Never gamble in the hangar. Not even flipping a coin. You don't want them learning to leave things to chance.

No sleeping in your cockpit. A 'mech's interior, in superstition, should not be your comfy spot- otherwise you get too relaxed, and don't stay as wary as you should.

If a 'mech got a pilot shot out of or through the cockpit, keep said cockpit open whenever it's not in action for at least a week. Make sure they've had time to pack their things out. Then keep it shut for a full night, in some traditions with a last packet of energy gel or similar outside it.

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I deleted this last night but I'll repost this again: I'm kinda annoyed how people view certain body types as inherently sexual and should be censored, specifically fat and transgender bodies. I hate this puritanical community label bullshit.

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