What is this??? A wip??? In my folder???
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Down the line when Katsuki and Eijirou are pro heroes, they hold fast to the convictions they formed in their days at UA. Eijirou strives to be the best hero that he can be, never wavering from anything he might face, while Katsuki aims to simply be the best, full stop.
(He knows now that being the best isn’t the most important thing, nor the most feasible with the walking powerhouse that is Deku with One For All being an active pro as well. He’s still gunning for that number one spot, if anything just so he can rub it in the nerd’s face that he got there first.)
But whatever the case, Katsuki and Eijirou work hard, their individual approval ratings and that of their joint agency through the roof. Eventually though, the unstoppable force of their determination hits the immovable object that is burnout. It’s rare, maybe only occurring once a year, but by their mid-twenties they already have a fool-proof plan to break through it.
They pool together however many vacation days they have stocked up, they arrange for their old classmates to cover the shifts they’re going to miss, and they take a drive.
Neither man ever has a destination in mind, and that’s the beauty behind this tried-and-true method; going somewhere in particular is never the point, they just want to get away, go on a days-long road trip with their phones on airplane mode, clothes packed, and camping supplies tucked into the back of the old pickup truck they pretty much use exclusively for these trips. Just going out and seeing what they find is better than creating an entire itinerary for their vacation. It’s easier on the mind. Cheaper too since they never book hotels.
Perhaps sleeping curled up together on top of blankets in the back of the truck isn’t the best idea for two grown pro heroes, especially when years and age make it killer on their backs, but it’s a small sacrifice to avoid being hounded for autographs at the local Hilton.
In any case, the road trips let them both lower their walls, Katsuki not having to front pleasantries and Eijirou getting a break from his usual role of supportive sunshine pillar. They also appeal to their senses of adventure. It was always exciting to see what each small town they passed through held.
One time they had found a restaurant modeled after one of those old American diners—it even had a jukebox in the corner, a thick layer of dust coating it from disuse. Eijirou had spent at least half an hour cleaning it off and toying with it to figure out how it worked, and the next two to cycle through every single pre-quirk song on the thing.
Sometimes they’d find sleepy little villages tucked away in forests, and they’d spend the day chatting with the person behind the bar of the village’s single restaurant (usually a mashup of a pub and inn as well), and at night they would hike to see the stars from a nearby cliff, not a single ounce of light pollution clouding the view, and they’d fall asleep together to the sound of cicadas and the breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees.
It’s all nice, and when they get back to their lives in the city they’re refreshed, recharged, and ready to settle back into their normal schedules, a new suite of photos pinned to the corkboard in their shared office.
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Day 7 of the 30 day writing challenge: use the words small town, bar, jukebox
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*tries to organize my thoughts*
*remembers i'm not in school and therefore beholden to neither heaven nor hell nor any man's grading system*
*joyously shredding & tossing all my carefully arranged 3x5 mental notecards into the air like so much beige confetti. raising my arms in victory, cheering raucously until i accidentally inhale bits of homemade confetti*
(*coughing up itty bits of paper like a cat evicting a hairball with a firm understanding of tenants' rights*) wait wat happens next
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Hi, Phrog!! I love your art so much, thank you for opening up your asks!!
Could I request a Beetlejuice x Miss Argentina fluff drawing? Thank you, have a great day/night! <3
You absolutely may!!! Sorry it’s been so long in the making, here’s a lil pixelley doodle I came up with:
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chara fell underground and was brought to “home” (the ruins) by asriel, and only then did monster kind leave home and move into the undergrounds other areas, the royal family moving into new home, which is implied to have been built after the core, since the core is built under it. the core was of course, built by WD Gaster, who was the royal scientist, and therefore worked closely with the royal family.
all of this to say that Gaster is implied to have known chara and asriel.
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the post about fast fashion/sewing one’s own clothes blew up again… honestly the more i think about it the angrier i am about it. with both clothing and furniture we sort of live in a world where the market is being overtaken by disposable items made with cheap materials at the lowest possible labor cost. and like, not to diss ikea or anything — god knows they’ve supplied me with enough cheap bookshelves — but this is exactly why i ended up building my own desk.
my dad tells stories about his mom, who was very talented at sewing — it wasn’t her “day job” but in that part of rural iowa in the 60s she was the person you called if, say, you needed a wedding dress on next to no notice. (i’m also told she was excellent at baking pies, but that’s beside the point.) at that time and place, it was legitimately *cheaper* to make your own clothes than to buy them from the store. they would be made of much the same materials, except that you would substitute your own labor for that of whoever assembled the storebought garment.
today, the fabric to make a shirt will almost certainly cost you more than an equivalent department store shirt would. to say nothing of the cost of your time and labor. part of this is that people who sew their own clothes generally don’t want to waste their time on shit fabric, so fabric stores don’t sell quite the same grade of shreddable polyester. part of this is that our modern globalized supply chain has minimized both labor and materials costs as hard as it can, and this optimization has intertwined labor and materials sourcing a lot more than they apparently were in the 60s.
let’s turn back to the subject of furniture. the equivalent of the cheap polyester department-store shirt is the ikea desk. the desk surface is made of laminated particle-board, which is lighter and cheaper than actual wood; the desk is sold to you flat-pak, and you assemble it yourself, thus saving on labor costs. the laminate surface will probably delaminate after a few years’ use. also as with the cheap shirt, any damage is near-impossible to fix — you could sand and refinish a scuffed plywood surface, but there’s no sanding laminated particle-board. it’s also harder to modify to suit one’s needs — i can drill a neat hole for a monitor arm in my plywood desk much more easily than in a particle-board surface.
in both cases, what do you do if you want a slightly higher grade of item? well, obviously you’ll have to pay more money — but it’s difficult to be sure you’re really getting your money’s worth. you have to spend ages and ages comparison-shopping and reading reviews about how quality has really gone downhill since production moved to [new country]. often — especially with clothes — the thing that your money is actually paying for is Style, as separate from Substance. or good advertising. i’ve been halfheartedly in the market for a decent couch for some time, and i’ve noticed that nearly every apartment makeover video on youtube is sponsored by the same furniture website, which of course has provided a free couch — that the youtuber assures us is Really Good, For The Price. as soon as a manufacturer acquires a reputation for Quality, it is in their economic interest to sell out as hard and fast as they can and pocket the increased margin from selling crap at the price of quality until people notice. and in a world where most shopping has moved online, it’s difficult to tell whether you’re still in the actual-quality period. i’m not sure if there even *are* furniture stores around here at quality levels in between ikea and danish concepts (suggesting a market for a mid-tier scandinavian furniture purveyor, perhaps hailing from norway or finland).
because of the sort of person that i am, i tire rapidly of the endless comparison shopping. i don’t want to become a damn couch supply chain expert, i just want to retire the folding chair from my living room. it can’t be *that* hard to build a couch, can it? well, not if one is privileged enough to have the tools and time and space to do it in. i think most of the comments and tags on the fast fashion post are from people wishing they had one or more of the above to make their own clothes with. speaking from direct personal experience, a sewing machine is at least both cheaper and easier to find space for than a minimally equipped woodshop.
the other common piece of advice is to buy used, buy from a thrift store or an estate sale. unfortunately hunting down all your shit used also takes a lot of time and effort, and particularly in the case of furniture hauling the stuff home is a nontrivial logistical problem. again, money or more nebulous forms of privilege (the friend with the truck) are needed to smooth these roadblocks. and it’s really amazing that the solution to “i want an item that is not garbage” is “buy an item manufactured at a time when they were not yet garbage”. yes, of course, the less-durable instances won’t have survived the passage of time, but that’s only part of the effect. things genuinely used to be manufactured to a higher standard of quality. my sewing machine is from ebay; it’s the same model my *other* grandma had, a baseline singer consumer-grade machine. all its gears are metal, and it has a heavy-ass cast metal housing, too. the other household sewing machine is a modern singer consumer-grade machine and for all its fancy stitches it looks sort of like a doll’s toy — the plastic gears are going to break at some point, or the motor will burn out, and if it turns out that the motor on the modern edition is designed to be user-replaceable i will personally eat a hat. i suppose we also used to ask a lot more of our consumer-grade sewing machines, back when sewing one’s own clothes was a baseline household skill for everyone but Rich People, instead of a hobby that consumes more money than it saves you.
i don’t know if my post really has a conclusion. i’m just angry that we live in a fallen world full of miraculous technology and yet we have not solved the seemingly simple economic problem of exchanging a reasonable amount of money for a newly produced durable good that isn’t a complete piece of shit. i am a *robotics engineer*, for the love of fuck; i have a complicated, rare, well-compensated skillset. it cannot *possibly* be a comparative advantage for me to spend my time building a couch or sewing a shirt instead of paying someone to do it for me (ideally also, if i may ask for a miracle, someone who gets things like fair pay and healthcare and vacation time). why is this transaction so damn hard??
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little notes fr my Manic design + a Thalia deisgn fr the character Manic mentions in this one post since ppl were asking about her heehee
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Akashi's Trophies
From Right to left:
- Tokyo Equestrian Competition, Junior Division
- Math Olympics
-Student Violin Competition
- National student challenge from Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology award.
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hey uhhh
guess who's maybe gonna do gymnastics again
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On the topic of hormones, I love trans men, transmasculine people, abinary, multigender people, or whomever else who takes estrogen and trans women, transfeminine, abinary, multigender people, or whomever else who takes testosterone.
There is no "right" way to transition. You don't have to be a perfectly binary, gender conforming trans person in order to take hormones. We all have different levels of estrogen and testosterone, and that means women and nonbinary people don't have to have estrogen-dominant systems and men and nonbinary people don't have to have testosterone-dominant systems. Do what sparks joy and if it's shit, hit the bricks!
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What gets me about GW defenders saying that "Claude siding with Edelgard shows how far he's willing to go to get what he wants, he'll use anyone to further his goals" is that, even if that were accurate to his character... that's not what he does in GW. At all.
Which one of Claude's goals are ever progressed once he sides with Edelgard? And how does siding with Edelgard, specifically, accomplish said goal?
Maybe... killing Rhea? But all of the reasons he says he wants her gone in this game are either completely unproven or blatantly incorrect - there's no proof of the Church forcing arranged marriages, Crests do not force obligations onto those that have them (which Claude himself literally proves), and the Church is helping Dimitri restore Duscur - a foreign nation - meaning they are actively willing to help fulfill Claude's main goal that he came to the officer's academy to achieve.
And... that's it! That is the only possible thing that even POTENTIALLY helps Claude's dreams, and taking a five-second look at it shows that it actually does nothing at all to help anything. But in the meantime? Claude weakens Faerghus through agitating Sreng and invading it himself, forcing Dimitri to fight a three front war; he actively helps Edelgard get herself out of a messy situation, even though not helping her and letting her die would have actually helped him and would have actually been him using her like people keep saying he's trying to do; he and Holst even admit that by the end of the war Edelgard is going to make a vassal state of Leicester after taking the lion's share of Faerghus' territory for themselves, which Leicester can't do anything about because of Adrestia's far stronger military. He is the one saying that! He is the one pointing out that that is going to happen! And yet he just keeps going anyway!
He is the one getting used. Very blatantly, and very extensively. Claude walked himself into a trap and lied to himself into thinking he's the one with the upper hand, which somehow managed to convince a large portion of the fanbase too. There's no gray morality here, there's no cunning being showcased, Claude is just an evil stupid tool
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Hey guys! I’m still keeping most game stuff hush hush, but I wanted to reveal a few more things!
I spent the day programming a couple enemies. A Leafghost, and a Musclegator! I personally adore the Musclegator a whole lot. These guys are just being programmed in a ‘test’ area, which is what I should have done with any previous enemies.
I’ve also tried to simplify their code as much as possible. A friend suggested a possible colosseum area where you can battle enemies again, so I want to make the coding as painless as possible. It’s hard to explain, but a lot of previous enemies have spots on the screen, like objects that are arrows that point left or right, and when the enemy hits that, their behavior changes. But it’s actually kind of a huge pain, especially if used excessively, so I’m trying to reduce my reliance on objects like that.
Certain enemies require it no matter what, but neither of these guys did.
Soooo enjoy!
Also here’s the Musclegators idle pose, which is my favorite thing.
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Yesterday I met a group of young girls who were maybe the most delightfully feral kids I've met this summer. They all run up to me, they all have questions, and they all want to stand as close to me as the possibly can. We chatted for like 45 minutes and their chaperones took a picture of them with me. Truly one of the delights of the summer.
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anatomy of some guy
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it kind of sucks when all your friends and family, everyone you know, are all pairing off and getting married and havinf families, except you. you're the only one that doesn't have a partner and probably can/will never get one. especially if one around you has time for you anymore, they never reach out, never get back to you, because they're only focused on their partners and families. you're stuck alone and drift away from everyone through no fault of your own. you have no hope of finding your own partner or no motivation to look for one for whatever reason. the lack of connections while seeing everyone around you having their own can get overwhelmingly lonely at times....
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