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Apparently the local universityās undergraduate entomology course sends students to catch insect specimens at the same place I like to go birdwatching, which explains why I saw three enormous frat looking dudes with tiny bug nets and overheard one emphatically say ābro BRO I told you we already have enough lepidopteransā
#I told my brother (in the ag field) this and he said āoh those are definitely turf brosā#apparently entomology is a required course if you want to specialize in golf course management which I guess is a career that some desire#and there is some Westside story type beef between the turf bros taking entomology for pest control reasons and future PHDs who love bugs#actually chatted with them later they were very lovely
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Mini-rollo invasion : Pomefiore

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Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Ignihyde - Diasomnia
#Twisted wonderland#the mini rollo invasion#twst shitpost#pomefiore#Look if Vil can correct Leona's posture he can just point at the exit and tell the minis to go he's got that aura you know#good luck with the rook surveillance- blink and he might be gone#ārausā means ā (get) outā in german (in that case)#was inspired by the crocodile in princess tutu for the the small tutu rollo sitting on the floor tbh#just vibing there#Epel's probably used to chase around invasive lil critters in the apple fields in harveston#so far the most orderly control#more or less
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One day, someone makes the mistake of mentioning Kate's wife when she's on the field and Gaz, Ghost and Soap expect her to be fine.
John knows better.
It takes John, Ghost, and Soap between them, with Gaz holding a hand over the guys mouth to stop Kate from genuinely being at risk of killing him. John actually lifts her off of the ground and walks out with her kicking and fighting to get out of his grip.
Ghost has to guard the door when he drags her out, Soap and Gaz can be heard getting a little hands-on with their interrogation. Johnās grip on Kate is so tight that she'll undoubtedly bruise, but she'll forgive him when he stops her from losing her job.
"Kate- Kate, stop fucking- CALM DOWN- Think about it, it's a scare tactic. Sarah is at home with the cats, and she's fine, he wouldn't tell you about it if he wasn't going to touch her. She's alright."
"You don't fucking know that, you've seen the pictures, John. You know what he does to people-"
"Kate, calm down. Call her, phone Sarah right now and listen to her voice. She's fine, you'll be fine."
Even Simon has an undeniable picture of Laswell in her head. She's unshakeable, she's calm and she's fucking funny when she feels like it. But he's never seen this before, she's downright vicious and he can't help but watch with wide eyes as John grabs her phone out of her pocket and forces it into her hands. Can't help how his lip twitches into a frown that none of them can see as her voice shakes when she talks down the phone to her wife. How she slumps against Price and he holds her up, muttering quietly to her as her wife's voice speaks through the phone.
"She's fine. You're fine. He's a lying git, Kate. Nothing's going to happen to Sarah, you'd never allow it and neither would I. Hell, neither would Nik. The big bugger loves her."
Simon knows better than anyone that they're all human, despite all the rumours and the hero worship everyone gazes at them with. They're people. But sometimes even he forgets that Kate Laswell isn't a Station Chief, she's a woman with a wife at home and a group of cats that John likes laughing at pictures of. It's for that reason that he looks away, offers her the dignity of calming down in peace and slipping back into the Watcher persona without his eyes on her.
He pointedly ignores the grateful look John shoots him.
#captain john price#kate laswell#laswells wife#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#cod nikolai#sorry you cn rip best friends kate and john from my cold dead hands#she is not immune to freaking out over her wife and he is more than willing to play impulse control for a few minutes#if kate freaks out on the field then you run shoot or find john price urgently#also nikolai and kates wife are friends and if you dont agree then idc this is my post#oc: sarah laswell
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Pardon my lack of knowledge but what is the difference between feedism and feederism?
iād like to say that feedism is generally the term most people prefer once you take a look at the reality of things: people see this fetish as predatory. everyone has seen those cash-grab stories about a feeder pushing someone unwilling to very high weights. the person leaves them, loses weight, tells their storyāthe term they see partnered with those stories is almost always feederism.
however, the fact is that feedees do in fact have agency in these scenarios. just like any healthy relationship (platonic or romantic or anything in between), communication and consent are necessary.
with all of that in mind, feedism is preferred in order to take the focus away from feeders and bring it onto the act of feeding itself. itās a super simple change that helps covey the reality of what we indulge in: feeding. feeder and feedee, not feeder and victim.
the fact the tumblr guidelines specifically state āfeederismā says, to me, that whoever made that change has an implicit bias against us.
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please feel free to add to this if anyone has more to say, too!! this is sort of what iāve thought with my use of feedism, but i havenāt seen many other ppl explain their thoughts on the two different names.
#this isnāt to minimize people that are not with a feeder or feedee#this doesnāt make that any less real or valid#we just need to look at it from a biased point of view that we have no control over#there is more to it than this ofc#but feederism implies itās not a level playing field. that has helped ppl demonize us in the past
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Apocalypse Never
They help Dad into the cabin, more coherent than he was when they first broke him out, and Sam heads back to the car for their bags, for the Colt, and tries not to think about how everything has gone so quickly to shit. Mom and Jessicaās killer got away, again, but theyāre all alive. Thatās not nothing, thatās ā
The pain hits him so completely and suddenly that he has no chance to brace himself for it. Usually it builds, first prickling pain then greater, but this is something else. It feels like nails are being shoved into his skull, images coming almost too fast for him to follow. He doesnāt realize heās screaming until it stops, until he comes to with his head in his brotherās lap, Deanās arms pinning him down and his face white and terrified above him. āSammy? Sammy, youāre bleeding. Whatās wrong?ā
His throat is too raw and tight to speak even if he wanted to. He does want to, but he canāt, he canāt say a goddamn thing.
I saved the world for you, he thinks wildly, and I didnāt even get to keep you. How fucked up is that?
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He doesnāt know if his future self couldnāt send it all back any further, or if he thought that this would give Sam less time to fuck things up.
For a couple terrifying minutes, Sam had taken control of Lucifer. For a couple exhilarating minutes, Sam had the power of an archangel.
That sending the knowledge of the future back four years in the past was the best thing he could think to do with it leaves Sam with a poor opinion of the man he became. Then again, he had saved the world, so. Thereās that.
He doesnāt want to think of the him that had fallen into the pit with Lucifer and Michael. He hopes he can save him by making different choices, but maybe he canāt. Alternate universes, or parallel ones, or whatever. Maybe that Sam is damned for good and the best he could do was save a different version of himself, a different version of his brother.
Thereās not much point in wondering about it. Heāll never know either way.
Itās memories with no emotions, thank fuck, because just the knowledge of it all is enough to drive him to his knees, to edge him to weeping and whimpering and slitting his wrists if he lets it.
Heās not going to. He has work to do. There will be time to fall apart after, when the world is safe. When Dean is safe.
Dean after Dad had died and given him that ultimatum had been bad enough. Dean after forty years in hell had been nearly unrecognizable.
He wipes the blood from his face, ushers Dean back inside, and tries not to think too hard about what heās about to do.
Dean figures out itās Azazel in Dadās body and theyāre pinned to the wall and Sam waits until Azazel is hovering over him, hand next to his head as he tilts his head back and breathes over Samās lips. Itās a torture and a powerplay, to let the want in his eyes come out in his fatherās face, to make it Johnās body thatās pressed so nauseatingly close to his own.
Sam isnāt the same person he was four years ago, ten minutes ago.
Breaking out of Azazelās hold is easy. Heās using the equivalent of a single finger to keep them down, like pinning down a butterfly, and it's only enough until it isnāt.
He grabs Azazelās face and pulls him close, hears the beginning of his laughter before Sam seals their mouths together. Heās making a deal here, selling his soul sure as anything, just not with Azazel.
Azazel leans into it, just like Sam knew he would, shoving his tongue in Samās mouth and getting off at his instinctive flinch of disgust, of the way Deanās screaming bloody murder behind him. Azazel hasnāt hurt Dean yet. Samās going to make sure he never will.
He bites down hard. Blood fills his mouth and he sucks on his tongue, drinking as much as he can. It doesn't tase like iron, not like it should, instead it's sweet and thick like honey. He thought Azazel would pull back now, but heās still laughing into Samās mouth, even bites the inside of his cheek to add to the blood from his tongue, and he just lets Sam drink his fill. Of course, he doesnāt know what Sam knows. If Sam had done this the first time, the only thing the blood would have done would be to get him high and useless.
It means he gets more than a mouthful, that itās long minutes of keeping his eyes closed and swallowing and trying not to think too hard about how itās Dadās hands on him and Dadās hard on at his thigh and Dadās tongue heās sucking on. Heās already got four yearsā worth of nightmares in his head. No need to add more than necessary.
His skin is buzzing, feeling stretched out over him like his body is too big for it suddenly, almost like the aches of growing pains but more electric. Azazel pulls back and licks up the side of his face, leaving blood and spit behind, and breathes into his ear, āIf you missed me feeding you, boy, all you had to do was ask.ā
Yeah, thatās enough of that.
He shoves Azazel back without moving his hands, hard enough that he stumbles, and he has to move fast, before he gets a smart idea like snapping Dadās neck or bursting his heart. He raises his hand and heād settle for an exorcism, but power is lying heavy and thick in his veins. Destroying Lilith nearly killed him and Azazel is more powerful than Lilith and the blood he drank shouldnāt be nearly enough.
But fear sparks in Azazelās yellow eyes and he starts choking, black smoke leaking from his ears and out his mouth. āHow-ā
Sam doesnāt let him finish. He remembers killing Samhain, killing Alastair, killing Lilith. He knows what to do.
Azazel dies screaming. Mom and Jessica are avenged. Itās not as satisfying as he thought itād be.
Dad is on his hands and knees, taking in deep lungfuls of air. Sam knows from experience that being possessed isnāt pleasant.
āSammy?ā
He forces himself to look over, sees his brother approaching him with hands outstretched. The fear hasnāt gone anywhere even with Azazel dead, even with Dad alive, even though he doesnāt have any of the devastating injuries he sustained last time.
He doesnāt have the emotions to go along with the memory of the first time Dean saw him drinking demon blood, but he imagines it was something like this. āIām sorry.ā
āSammy,ā Dean says again, but Dadās getting to his feet, Dadās looking at the Colt, and Sam canāt die yet. He still has work to do.
Itās not a conscious thought, not something he actively tries to do, itās just one minute heās there in a cabin with his father and brother and the next heās in the middle of a field, the night air crisp and clear and a million stars shining above him.
He couldnāt do that before.
Thereās something wrong, he thinks, because he doesnāt remember what drinking demon blood felt like, but he remembers describing it, and this isnāt right. He should be drained after that, should feel almost normal again, but instead itās like there are bees pinging around inside him, like thereās molten lava in his veins, like heās dying.
Heās dying, he realizes suddenly, the power threatening to eat him alive. He looks down at his arms, like heās expecting to see them crisping up beneath moonlight, but they look normal, like skin. Of course itās not killing him, no matter what it feels like. Heās Luciferās perfect vessel. Thereās no power his body canāt contain, none except Godās, maybe, and it looks like heās long past making house calls.
It wonāt kill him, but it hurts like hell, and he canāt think, he needs to burn it off somehow. Heās never had this problem before, not even when he drank all that blood for Lucifer.
Heās standing in Bobbyās living room and he doesnāt understand why until he sees the body on his kitchen table wrapped in a white sheet. He doesnāt know how Bobby got rid of the paramedics, if heās maybe holding the body for her family, but Sam thinks he knows how to get rid of some of the itching along his skin.
Sam died a lot, in those weeks he and Dean were apart. Lucifer was true to his word. Sam came back every time.
He pulls down the sheet, sees the ways Megās face has settled into death in the past day, how decay has started to take hold and left her blue and cold and her skin slack. He leans down, presses a kiss to her cheek, and thinks that this is the least he owes her, for what she endured because of him, for trying to help him even at the bitter end.
She gasps to life beneath him, warmth flooding her skin and air stuttering into her lungs. āSam?ā she asks, fear and confusion and a pain thatās not physical.
Maybe she wonāt want to live, considering everything sheās been through, but at least now the choice is hers and not a demonās. There are footsteps and he turns to see Bobby standing in the doorway, gun pointed to the ground and mouth open in shock. Sam doesnāt have time to worry about it, instead heās gone, the same burning still clawing its way out of his bones.
Caleb lies slumped in the chair Meg had tied him to, throat slit and eyes empty. Sam puts his hands on his shoulders, presses his lips to his bald head, and feels the moment his heart starts beating again. He sends the ropes falling with barely a thought and heās gone the moment he hears his first confused groan.
Pastor Jim is laid out in his home, church workers Sam vaguely recognize huddled around him in prayer, his final send off. Heās just glad he got here before they burned him. They start screaming when they see him but he leans down, internally wincing at how Jimās going to explain his way out of this one, and kisses his forehead, a reversal of the paternal tenderness Jim had shown him as a child.
His chest rises and his eyes open and his eyebrows push together. āSam, what-ā
He doesnāt stick around to hear the end of that question, figures itās not anything he can answer anyway.
It takes him a long moment of staring out at the snow covered peaks and too close sky and the brilliant sun hitting his face even though it was just the middle of the night for him to place himself, even though it shouldnāt be enough, but he knows where he is even though he shouldnāt.
The airās too thin and heās going to give himself altitude sickness if he lingers and he should probably be freezing to death but his blood is still running too hot. Not burning, not like it was before he brought three people back from the dead, but still far from comfortable.
Still. He canāt say he ever thought heād ever get to see the view from Mt. Everest.
āCastiel,ā he says. āItās Sam Winchester. We need to talk.ā
Nothing. Typical.
āI know about Godās plan, about Lucifer and Michael, about my role as his vessel. I know about you, Cas. Youāre going to want to hear me out.ā
Thereās the rustle of wings behind him and he turns to see Cas, younger than he looked before. Jimmy Novak younger than heād been before. He wonders about that for a moment. Heād half expected Cas to show up as a sherpa rather than nip to America for a vessel, but Cas had kept the shape of Jimmy Novak even after his physical body perished, so maybe thereās a deeper preference there than just convenience.
His face is as cold as their surroundings. āYou have strayed from Godās light.ā
āYeah, well, what good has he ever done me?ā he asks tiredly. He used to believe. He believed yesterday. He prayed this morning. Even when he met Cas the first time, he believed. āI canāt explain. Can you just read my mind? We donāt have time.ā
His eyebrows push together, but Cas has to be curious, otherwise he wouldnāt have said anything. He steps forward and presses two fingers against Samās forehead. He doesnāt feel any different, but when Cas lowers his hand, heās lost his stoicism. Shock, despair, and anger chase themselves across his feature and Sam canāt blame him.
Heās not the only who lost his faith in the future.
āYou said there were thousands of seals,ā he says. āHow many exactly?ā
His eyes snap to Samās. āWhat?ā
āGod loved Lucifer,ā he says. āItās why he imprisoned him rather than destroying him. Itās why he left him a way out. Maybe itās why he set up the apocalypse in the first place. I donāt know, I donāt care. All I know is that Iām not letting him out, ever. So weāre going to destroy every seal we can.ā
Some canāt be undone, like the first one, a righteous man torturing an innocent soul in hell. But there are plenty that can, hopefully enough, hopefully most. If there are less than sixty six seals available, then Lucifer is never getting out of his cage.
āThere were originally ten thousand seals,ā Cas answers and Sam gets lightheaded for reasons that have nothing to do with thin air. āOnly two thousand and thirty four seals are still viable.ā
Okay, thatās better. Not great, but better. āLetās get that number down to sixty five.ā
āYou are different,ā Cas says.
Of course heās different. His fatherās alive. His brother never went to hell. Sam has never known the utter desolation of being completely alone, of grief and guilt so heavy heās surprised it didnāt break his spine as surely as Jakeās knife in his back. He doesnāt actually remember feeling it, which is no small mercy, but he saw the effects of living with it, which is almost as bed. He'd thought what heās feeling because of Jessica is as low as he could get. Itās not even close.
He wants to dig up her bones and breathe life into them, but at almost a year dead he thinks thatās beyond even this strange new power. Even like this, heās failing Jessica one more time.
āGot any ideas?ā he asks. āIt wasnāt like this before. With the blood.ā
Heād drank Ruby nearly dry more than once. It had been a high and then a crash and never did it give him access to this type of power.
āAzazel is ā was a prince of hell,ā Cas answers.
Sam frowns. āI thought he was king?ā
āHe was regent,ā he corrects, ābut to be a prince is separate from being ruler of hell. Lucifer created Lilith from bone, as Adam and Eve were made. The princes were created from his blood. Azazelās blood is, in a way, Luciferās.ā
Luciferās blood. Sam, his vessel, drinking down Luciferās blood, as a baby and now. Except as a baby heād only had a few drops. Heād consumed a lot more than that back at the cabin.
Demon blood always wore off. The few drops of Azazelās blood heād gotten as a baby never had. He probably should have taken that into consideration, but there hadnāt been any time.
āLucifer is evil but he is not a demon,ā Cas continues.
Sam realizes suddenly that he did have power like this once. When he locked away Lucifer inside of him and took his power for his own. Itās not the same, not even close, but itās similar. āThis is what angel blood does?ā
āNo,ā he says. āThis is what Archangel Luciferās blood does to his perfect vessel. I believe. This has never happened before, so I cannot be certain. You are, as always, one of kind, Sam Winchester.ā
Itās not quite a compliment, but itās not as combative as he remembers Castiel being in the beginning. Heāll take it. āGuess weāll figure it out together, then. If youāre sticking around to help prevent the apocalypse.ā
If heās not, this is going to be more than difficult. Tracking down all the seals without an angel on his side isnāt going to be impossible, but pretty damn close. And he doesnāt know how much time he has. Hell is going to be pissed about him killing Azazel. Heaven is probably going to take notice once he starts destroying seals so they can never be opened. Not to mention, heās definitely going to be on huntersā radar. Even if Dad can keep his mouth shut about him drinking demon blood, which he knows better than to rely on, him bringing back people from the dead is going to spread quickly. Heās going to be hunted at all sides, just like last time.
At least last time he had Dean, even broken, even when he was broken himself. He still had his brother.
But this is the price for saving him. For making sure that Dean is never in the position to kick off the apocalypse in the first place, to make it so Lucifer never again walks the earth even if heaven and hell reincarnate him and Dean and try and start this all over again.
Heās going to be killed for it, he knows, by demons or angels or hunters. But that doesnāt matter much in the grand scheme of things.
āYes,ā Cas says. āIt is better for us all if the future you saw never comes to pass. I will help you.ā
He grins, clapping Cas on the shoulder, and only laughs at the glare he receives in return. They have to get out of here before the altitude makes him loopy. Maybe it already has.
Heās going to save the world for his brother and heās not even going to get to keep him.
How fucked up is that?
#well this got way out of control#what else is new#me: just write the opening scene of this idea so you can stop thinking about it it'll only like like 500 words#incredible amazing how that's literally never the case#anyway#sam and cas's life changing field trip#supernatural
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the thing that gets me is when people act like the Birds of Prey are a generic "girl gang" team that you can just exchange members out willy-nilly and it will still work
like no, the premise is that they're very specifically an international spec ops team co-led by the woman who once ran the Suicide Squad with Amanda Waller and one of the most dangerous non-powered fighters in the world
there's a VIBE. there's a PREMISE. there's a core lineup you can't eliminate and still truly maintain the base premise. almost everyone else on the lineup can theoretically be switched up depending on the mission, but it HAS to be "Oracle!Babs' and Dinah's spec ops team" or it becomes a whole different thing than what it was intended to be
#dc comics#birds of prey#barbara gordon#dinah lance#barbara gordon meta#dinah lance meta#Oracle Mission Control and Black Canary field leader>>>>>>>>>>#don't worry I also think it's not really the Birds without Helena too. but she also wasn't there until 50 issues in. so.
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Sign i saw recently had a bunch of paint worn away with lichen in its place, however i unfortunately did not have my phone on me šš
in an alternate universe where science funding is stable and abundant regardless of monetary gain we have already gotten to the complex root of which lichens enjoy signs but only the letters or only the sign and what about the letters or sign they prefer and this haunts me
#i can see it in my minds eye. signs in a row in the same roadside or field or something preferably near a large water source#signs are the same but with slightly different paint or colors#ideally two copies of each sign one facing the sunrise one not#leave them there for years#come back periodically and measure lichen enjoyment or preference#eventually take the signs down and measure the biomass on them and where and stuff#it could be so good. would take decades but also minimal effort to maintain since the lichens crave deterioration#maybe the signs say what the experiment is#(near a large water source or coastline since those lichens tend to be more fruiticose/obvious and have a higher biodiversity)#alternative experiment ive considered before. just going to the local DMV or whatever department of a place takes old signs down#and saying Give them to us. The old signs we want them#and looking for ones with lichens and where the replaced sign is#but a controlled study would be so cool#my hypotheses include:#-some lichens enjoy the letters because they enjoy darker colors that heat up marginally and that makes a difference in a microhabitat#-some lichens prefer different paints because the way they erode provides sticking points or sticky surfaces that accumulate symbionts#-some paints erode and exude some kind of nutrient and lichens love a good eroded nutrient#-some paints erode and exude some kind of marginal toxin that kills the symbionts before they can take hold#-some paints change ph values as they age (some species love a good ph on a surface)#control would be no paint or lettering. which might also eventually get some lichens tbh#a study in Chemi Calls if nothing else#lichens#asks
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Posuka Demizu's 2025 birthday art for Ray Complementary 2023 art
#Baker boiiiiiiiiiiii <3#The Promised Neverland#Yakusoku no Neverland#TPN#YnN#ē“ęć®ććć¼ć©ć³ć#ē“ćć#Posuka Demizu#Full Score Trio#Grace Field Kids#TPN Ray#Ray TPN#YnN Ray#Ray 81194#Emma#Norman#Ray#Pre-Canon#Ray's Bday#TPN Birthdays#we learn in the second light novel that the demons don't teach the moms how to cook at HQ by default#as part of the means of controlling them#and how they separately retrain to become chefs after sister training to make the food that goes to the farms#and as a result Shirai mentions cooking is Isabella's weakness in the second chapter of the mystic code book#but maybe we can fudge that with some baking lol#Demizu's grey-eyed or absolutely lightest lilac-colored eyes Ray šš©¶#NE attending to the younger kids in the background oh (Norman ofc with Sherry his biggest fan oh <3)#and Mark helping with the baking too#precious <3<3
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Immortal_AMC: Who's telling the truth? #InterviewWithTheVampire
#jam reiderson#jacob anderson#sam reid#delainey hayles#eric bogosian#luke brandon field#assad zaman#interview with the vampire#IWTV season 2 premiere#quoting tweets i found#girl control it!!!!!!!#like was it THAT funny?#jacob was so proud of his stupid little joke that made sam laugh uncontrollably#Feeling a bit dizzy watching Jacob's smile get bigger with every second of Sam's laughter.
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how long since the last magma dump
#this ones small compared to the others i feel n also all out of order bc formatting is a bitch#all saints street#wan sheng jie#ive been reading for once omg#jrwi riptide#fields of mistria#drawtectives#do i tag characters... question that haunts me for these kinda posts#nick hoult#wsj crystal#<- sweden win... is for me#jasmine drake#<- missing him everday all the time every second#drawtectives felix#hes trying to loaf idk how well it reads#oc#do you remember him. whatever happened with him. whered he go. (<- the one who has full control of all that)#my art#magma#robins peeking in too everyone prepare yourselves cus like i finally started his save n oh boy its gonna be bad i think but what do i know#that ones literally months old too atp. like ive been holding myself back from getting to him for so long n now im free im gonan be crazy
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Poor man
He just wanted another night of drugs and perhaps some c0ck
Instead he found himself accidently homewrecking the morbidly disfunctional 28year marriage of the one real life vampire gay couple currently roaming the state
#iwtv#luke brandon field#interview with the vampire#iwtv season 2#daniel malloy#stay away from lotto daniel malloy#the vampire chronicles take on How I met your mother#my-post#daniel#s2#his ability to pųssywhip the crazies was almost beyond his control#san francisco
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The Internet Archive saves the day again
#cdc#centers for disease control and prevention#health#public health#science#diseases#datasets#data science#health science#stem fields
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i finally have been able to capture the aesthetic/art direction i would like to take my tloz au!! idk if I'll be able to capture that feeling through my work especially the comic but I think that specific vibe old fantasy games had especially in the old PlayStation era like Shadow of the Colossus, Dark Souls, King's Field. Just whatever type of game fits that vibe
#i need to get back into playing king's field 4 i got gamer rage and havent touched it cause the game controls pissed me off so bad#I THINK I WAS IN CALL WITH FRIENDS PLAYING THAT GAME AND I THINK I WAS STARTING TO SOUND MAD CAUSE KEPT GETTING KILLED REPEATEDLY#so glad emulators have save points where you can just easily save in the part before u die#ANYWAYS also! i guess with artist Plastiboo's vermis series is a huge inspo of mine as well1!!!!#i wanna make an illustration w my au to capture that vibe i gotta figure out how hrmm#also that game called Basilisk 2000 i think it takes more inspo from elder scrolls or better yet morrowind#tloz au txt#god dude if i had the coding capability to make smth fun...#WHAT IF I MIMIC THE IDEA OF A FAN GAME AND CREATE FAKE SCREENSHOTS#but my ass would prefer to 3d model a character just to make it more convincing#im yapping to much here byeee
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Having just rewatched AAA, it's really interesting how much of a walking raw nerve Agatha is after episode 5.
She aggressively pushes everyone away with her words, verbally attacking every vulnerability she spots.
She went from this
To a hissing, spitting kitten, who claws at everything and anyone who gets close.
Seeing her abusive mother reverts her back to the witch on the run, her against the world.
Having Billy accuse her of lying, of being the villain she is, of stone cold murdering Alice intentionally, sets her off in the worst way.
It's that same old story, getting told you are evil, worthless, a born monster, often enough, and you start falling into the pattern of behaviour you are accused of.
Why would they call me a monster, a liar, unless it was true.
Which is ironic because Agatha has probably been her most honest and least monstrous in her interactions with Billy.
She tells him the witches road isn't real, she tells him she didn't intentionally kill Alice, she tells him he has nothing to be ashamed of for surviving. Yet he calls her a liar throws each truth back in her face, twisted into a lie, until she just gives up.
Look at her, all defensive, showing Billy the monster he expects to see. Back in that survival mode to protect herself.
I imagine if she hadn't had her mother thrown at her for her trial, the outcome of this story would be very different.
She wouldn't have had her confrontation with Rio, wouldn't have pushed and pushed until Rio gave her the ultimatum.
The irony is that Agatha treated Rio the same way Evanora treated her. She lashes out, heaping all her loss, her guilt, her grief onto Rio making it her fault, her responsibility. The same way Evanora places all her own self-loathing onto Agatha.
If she had time to process things, hadn'thad her own deamons come back to haunt her, there could have been compromise, and the thinnest sliver of a chance at a reunion between her and Rio.
Agatha is a creature forged in neglect, in rejection, in the scorn of her community. She is a scrappy little survivor, the monster everyone believes her to be, a scared little girl uncertain as to why her mother hates her so.
It's what makes her such a rich character because, given the right circumstances, she could be so much more.
#agatha harkness#rio vidal#billy maximoff#agatha all along#random thoughts#agatha is a terrible person who has done terrible things#but she is also a victim of circumstance#there are so many hypotheticals#who would she have been if she had been brough up to understand how her magic worked#had a greater control over it from the start#she has a brilliant mind and a sharp wit which would exist no matter what#but an agatha who was brought uo with self worth instead of overcompensating#with her over inflated ego would be a spectacular sight#someone whos talents were cultivated instead of crushed she would have been at the top of her field#instead we have the loveable asshole who never quite gets out of her own way
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I have a very soft spot in my heart for Tim being just the loudest little shit on the planet. He was so used to being by himself in the house as a kid, what with how often his parents were out of town. After realizing how cranky he'd get if it was quiet for too long, he started filling the space with noise on his own purely to save his own sanity.
Cue Tim at Wayne Manor being so fucking noisy and Bruce is so tempted to tell him to quiet down but feels kind of bad if he does. And truthfully, it's nice in its own way to have this little weirdo bouncing off the fucking walls and chattering and clicking his pen 80 times a minute and just being his vibrant, noisy self.
#tim drake#robin#red robin#idk man i just think it would be great if tim has the worst volume control of all the kids at home#in the field he's very good at being quiet and sneaking about#but the second he's back at the cave he's hollering and stomping around and being just ungodly loud#bruce knows that it means tim feels safe and at home so he lets it happen with mild complaining#batfamily#cr1mson's thoughts
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Zam: dude spokeās fighting style is like so defensive and itās really hard for me cause in 1v1s iām very aggro
Zam: I need to learn the art of the defensive player
Mapicc: Yeah, heās aā heās a Manepear counter. You know Manepearās oneā like one of Manepearās fully killed, like kitted out situations was cause Spoke killed him?
Zam: Yeahhh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I remember that fight, yeah.
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wonder how differently that fight couldāve gone if spoke was fighting and they put someone else in the control room (especially considering the cough focus stuff cough)
#sketchy.txt#lifesteal spoilers#i do wonder how different things wouldāve turned out#āa manepear counterāā#and you put that guy in the control roomā¦#okay like logically i know why but like#rips my hair out#that cannon was basically useless because of the load time#the moment the fight was moved from spawn they shouldāve just abandoned the cannon too#anyways yes iām just salty that we didnāt get spoke legitimately fighting#and i know he probably prefers to not be on the field#but itād be really cool ššš#destiny#ai clip bash#clips.mp4
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