I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :
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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )
Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰
"Uh, just this please," Steve said, handing the CD to the guy behind the counter.
He gave Steve a weird look. "Are you sure you want this?"
Steve nodded, sweating. "Yup."
"You do know it's Ozzy Osbourne, right?" the guy said, looking for the price. He glanced up at Steve; striped polo shirt, perfect swiped hair, and all. "It's not Wham! or ABBA. That'll be fifteen."
Steve handed him a twenty. "It's for my friend. He likes Ozzy. But he prefers Dio, but I much prefer Ozzy than Dio. So I will be buying this one, so I get to listen to it with him rather than having to listen to Dio." He took the bag the guy gave him. "But honestly, Mötley Crüe is my jam."
"Yeah man," the guy just looked weirded out, "here's your receipt."
Steve gave him finger guns. "Coolio, man," he said, trying to be slick, but he ended up tripping on the way out of the store.
Grishaverse text posts I made based on things my friends and I have actually said. In real life.
(Part 29, I’m pretty sure, but honestly I lost track)
Jesper: There is nothing funnier than falling down the stairs
Wylan: *unconvinced*
Jesper: It’s so funny! Have you never experienced falling down the stairs?
Wylan: Yeah, remember I broke my foot falling down the stairs!
Jesper, laughing: Well maybe that’s why you have a negative experience of it
Wylan: Yeah, MAYBE!
Jesper: Mm. Well just know that even if you’re deathly injured I’ll laugh if you fall down the stairs
Nina: I’ve decided I’m ignoring the weather and committing to my outfit choices based on what I want the weather to be. The gladiator sandals are coming out!!
Nina, later that same day: I have lost blood circulation to my toes
Nina, later that day when it’s sunny again and she’s discovered her feet are covered in blisters: I can feel my feet again, but at what cost?
(This was me but I stand by my actions bc those sandals are cute as heck)
Jesper: Maybe I could write my thesis on evidence that the Scythians were the original horse girls
Jesper: Time to listen to Take That’s Greatest Hits and hide under a table until my problems go away, I fear
The fic by Rockity Sock is still an unpublished WIP so far, but it's really nice and will hopefully be completed and published later.
It begins at the end of the Ultimate Enemy episode, with Dan getting trapped in the thermos. And... I'm not sure how much I can say without spoiling it, but a lot of really cool stuff happens. It's a psychological type of fic, about different types of prisons and punishments, and has time stuff and pocket dimensions, and redemption stuff. (I was only planning on drawing one illustration for IB, but when I saw the WIP, I wanted to see so many things animated. So many awesome visuals. I wish I could've animated them all.)
This is the part I did animate:
He just walked for now, searching for the tiniest crack. The darkness went on for seemingly forever though, and no matter how far he walked it kept on going
Dan kept moving
He tried his best to break through the walls but every ectoblast he formed fizzled out. Fading into the darkness.
Oh, now it makes sense.
His powers are being limited, it takes him a few more tries to believe it. The fact that he’s trapped with nothing whatsoever. Endless hours spent, and wasted. Powers he has built up from the ground with no mentor, ones he trained endlessly after a decade.
Gone, disappeared, muffled. Limited. Dan let out a laugh, one with no humor. A laugh that turned into a cackle, he couldn’t stop.
Here's Rockity Sock's AO3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/rockitysockity and tumblr account: https://rockitysock.tumblr.com/
(I also uploaded the video on deviantArt and YouTube)
The resistance has fallen. Mac and Layla and their friends have been driven out of Los Angeles and are hunted down by Matrix Corp, the corporation now proven to have played a rather antagonistic part in the pandemic that unleashed bloodthirsty zombies upon the world. With no foot to stand on and no safe home to fall back on, the group has to trek back into the wasteland to reunite with some old friends— in hopes to find the stability they need to work on a plan to take Matrix down once and for all.
But strange things are happening in the wastes of the United States. Ghouls are becoming smarter, and stronger— and the sudden appearance of a series of strange and hostile settlements tells the group a new player has entered the game, and they are out for blood.
[SEASON ONE HERE] // [SEASON TWO HERE]
You may have seen him earlier this week in the music tag, but here's my outlaw for @acuar-io's Outlaw Challenge... The Ghost Cowboy himself, Memphis Bardales Duran*.
Legends of the Ghost Cowboy have been passed down for generations in Chestnut Ridge. The stealer of souls, traversing the desert, looking his next target. Authorities have tried to track him down for years, following a trail of deceased, and hunting someone who seems to disappear into thin air. Many a reward has been offered for his capture, but chances are, if you're alive and seeing him, you won't be alive for long... Unless, that is, you have another soul to offer. But that's just a legend, right?
The truth behind the legend is that Memphis is more than just the "soul stealer" he's been portrayed as in myth. A ferryman with an undead horse instead of a boat. He's been delivering souls to Death itself for an eternity in hopes of uncovering the truth of his sentence to what is essentially purgatory. He goes around taking souls, and insisting that particularly stubborn ghosts of the departed move on, all work made unnecessarily difficult when you have a bounty and its hopeful earners following you around.
*Note: Name not final I just needed something in the meantime there's a good chance it'll change later 😭
it’s so beautiful to me that what triggers anya’s memory of her past isn’t some big national secret or something inherently tied to the politics of her family or even her social class, it’s just a simple sensory detail of sitting in a carriage on a hot day and catching sight of a boy running after them
Please please please post your Jeff Winger analysis that you wrote for your college class
fine. here it is.
for those of you that don't know, this my final paper for my abnormal psychology class I took last spring (at a community college lmao, I have since graduated and am now in university studying something completely different.) the instructions were to play therapist and write a case study on one of your hypothetical clients. we were supposed to make up a person and diagnose them with something. naturally, instead of making someone up, I chose a sitcom character to dive into. I somehow got 100%. read if you so desire, it's about 1600 words.
A COUPLE (sad) QUICK (christmas) DISCLAIMERS
I wrote this in literally an hour! it's Very Rough! that's not me being humble! that is an objective fact! please just accept right now that the grammar and syntax are sloppy as hell that's just How It Is
I changed Jeff's name to something stupid, I don’t even know what it was, just so I’d have less chance of being caught lmao
I stretched some canonical truths and made some shit up that doesn't necessarily apply to Jeff. I did this because the paper was due at 11:59 and I needed to make a compelling argument quickly. so I somewhat warped Jeff to be what I needed for the paper. it's still mostly canon compliant but just beware and don't come after me for any inaccuracies okay I did it on purpose