#Can of Jam

[cozylittleartblog]

what if there was a plague doctor that was so so so cute (and was also secretly a bird themself)

[roscolate]

I’M LEGIT TEARING UP RIGHT NOW 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭

MY BOIS ARE BACK THE MARIO AND LUIGI RPGS ARE BACK OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS RN 😭😭😭

[thelioncourts]

Sam Reid for FAULT Magazine/Jacob Anderson for Jón Magazine

[dykesynthezoid]

Being the wife/girlfriend of one of these men must be wild… Like yes honey I see the hickey your best friend gave you at work today. Yes it’s very impressive. Oh Jacob said the funniest joke earlier huh? That’s crazy. Yeah babe we can watch a bunch of tv while you come down from the intense psychosexual erotic suicide baiting scene you filmed today. Hey sweetie do you know why people keep commenting “old man yaoi” on your instagram posts? Oh babe I think Assad is texting you again. You know you can turn it off so people can’t see the actual message when the notification pops up right? No I know, but not everyone might understand why he’s texting you “let’s get you out of those clothes next season” like I do

[lizardkingeliot]

Sam saying he and Jacob discussed Louis and Lestat having a mutual yearning for each other.... I'm fine.

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[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[dogfestivals]

i feel crazy does anyone get me

[mouseshift]

marble hornets more like idk gay joke

[papierboa]

tweek animal jam compilation i think he's one of those people who has never bought a membership and jus does adventures 24/7.. his den's full of boomseed trees and stone circles

also a masterpiece i made on animal jam This counts i think 💭

[ryllen]

[isjasz]

// In stars and time spoilers (of the game mechanic that is in the trailer and in the game description LOL)

[Day 288]

More isat au but guess what quote i can use >:33333333333 LETSGOOOOOOOOOOO (Also yeah introducing what the game is about for those who dont know HEHEHHEHEHEHE)

[gaypeople]

[ranna-alga]

"Do the Evolution" - Pearl Jam

[andy-jam-blog]

Andy Comix # 1

Updates every Saturday ;)

Jam

[bluegiragi]

Do you think unicorn hybrids would exist in your au? Most unicorns are described as having magic of some kind, usually healing magic. Would they just be better skilled healers than other hybrids? What type of monster would they be classified as? Sorry if this is a lot of questions, I'm just really fond of world building stuff!

y’know, I find these sorts of asks so interesting because it makes me actually have to sit and think about the effective implementation of a unicorn hybrid. Like, I think the easy way out is to go for the centaur option, but maybe it’s more like a satyr? With a horn and the classic flowing tresses and the hind legs of a unicorn, but with a human torso and head?

These hybrids would probably be a static-type hybrid (e.g Price, Gaz) where what you see is what you get, there isn’t a second transformation stage. In comparison, Soap, Horangi and Konig would be shifter-type hybrids, their base form is mostly human and they can shift to their monster form. And Ghost would be an flux-type hybrid (although he’s not really a hybrid but whatever, nuance) where there’s a mercurial amount of transformation. Another example of a flux-type would be a shapeshifter.

So to recap:

Static-type: 1 form, constant

Shifter-type: 2-3 forms, staggered

Flux type: 3+ forms, fluid

[thrillerhark]

i massively enjoyed my time with rise/sunbreak and I’ll no doubt keep playing it, but i finally jumped into world and im not trying to be too corny but i am genuinely overwhelmed by how beautiful it all is.