#I don't go here but

[shadow0-1]

Alejandro with graying hair tho

[knightofleo]

[foundfamilyadoptionagency]

[puppyluver256]

So discussing the NiGHTS mod of Pizza Tower--the fact that it even Exists, and looks pretty good from what I've seen as a person who only knows of Pizza Tower through seeing some gameplay footage and prolly won't play it themself whether vanilla or modded--with a friend got me musing that there could prolly be a similar Habit-themed reskin mod if the playerbases crossed over enough to make that happen. That made me remember seeing some fanart a while back, it had to be sometime last year because PT was released last year, of Peppino in Habit's office in the style of one of the level opening title cards. Don't remember the hypothetical title beyond "special guest Dr Habit", akin to how I'm assuming the level(s?) with Mort the Chicken is (are?) labeled.

Problem is, with Tumblr's infamously bad search function and google having gotten worse and worse on purpose in recent times, finding this is proving to be next to impossible.

I have tried several varieties of key words to try and find it, nothing so far. I've gotten plenty of fanart for both separately, an art of someone's BKMN OC in the PT style along with canon character Rarold (so there's the Limbo but without the Lane), and HABIT from EverymanHYBRID, which while that's not the first time that wire has crossed with SFM in fan works (hell, I did an art years ago of Boris kickin' HABIT in the face, the asshole deserves it don't even try and say he doesn't), that's obvs not what I'm looking for and the only reason that came up in the search besides sharing the doc's name was "pizza appears to be HABIT's favorite food" on the villain wiki page preview. Not to mention that there's a nonzero chance that either the person who drew this fanart deleted either it or their account orrrrrrr it maybe never existed in the first place and I false memory'd myself. But I somewhat doubt that the false memory idea is possible because I can picture it so clearly in my mind, as clearly as you can a memory of an image you saw in passing anyway (and I know I saw it on Tumblr if it's real), with Peppino strapped into the dentist chair and Habit looming over him, yannow, as you do when you're a 7'4'' dent-est about to make your smile bigger to cheer up the world at the cost of someone else's teeth and all. Standard stuff ;P

Anyone else know what I'm talking about? Anyone else seen this art, perhaps reblogged it a while back to make it easier to find? Hell, if we find it I'll give it a reblog myself, I may not be a PT fan myself (nothing against it aside from the fact I think playing it would give me a headache and stress me out, but that's a personal me thing) but I'd still want to do that much at least if I'm already trying my damnedest to find it for confirmation purposes.

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Eloise: Who is that? Is she cool?

Benedict: Edwina? She’s cool.

Eloise: Who’s your favourite superhero?

Edwina: Matilda?

Eloise: Yeah alright she’s cool.

[fandom-hoarder]

Bestie this is very real lol like what the fuck. Nevermind the fact Ric Flair is problematic as fuck and all the stuff that's resurfaced about him on Dark Side of the Ring but yeah let's have a harmful energy drink that will more than likely kill you

🙃🙃🙃🙃 That drink looks so scary lmfao. Literally how is that allowed.

[freshlybakedgarlic]

um...excuse me? are my eyes deceiving me, or is this an OnlyOneOf reference?😳

[monwillica]

Valentines Requests: txt Yeonjun for cristallsnoww on ig ❤

[justplainsimon]

so apparently monster high dolls have gone from 00s mall goth to nugoth inspired outifts

like....

skeleanimals were more of my thing as a spooky kid

but, idk, shits growin on me

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[samble-moved]

post itself

false flags

trans/adjacent tags

accessibility features

tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)

flashing / strobing / lights

unblockable flashing ad

buying ad free

staff @/macmanx guilt trip

list of staff + more issues

[thehealingsystem]

tried to make sense of the dream situation biggest mistake in my life

[heritageposts]

iran has the right to defend itself

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[layzeal]

ok I'm curious so put in the tags what country you are from and whether or not you own/use a rice cooker

[pseudophan]

anthony is dead: the funeral roast (paid content)