#like it's physically impossible for him

[handweavers]

religions that believe in reincarnation are capable of insane family dynamics that one lifers don't get to experience. my dad has been wholeheartedly convinced since my birth that i'm the reincarnation of his father who died 2 years prior and there are many similarities between us but it's something that even the really woo woo people in my family are like "no he's not babaji we would know" (great reply) but he ignores them and remains steadfast in his belief that i contain (share? am?) the soul of his dead father and so he uses that as his excuse for my parentification like in a past life i was his hero and mentor whom he worshipped and never met the expectations of and in this life he gets to disappoint me all over again. it's so awesome

[isuggestwishcraft]

i think isafrin dynamic, especially postcanon, is so funny to me because (among other things) isabeau is the notorious Gets Scared When The Horrors Appear type of dude, but also happens to be madly into a guy who, for lack of better words, can be aptly described as The Horrors

[bacchuschucklefuck]

species medley ft. gorgug and riz

[falmerbrook]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @nuwanders last week after I made my wip post, so I'm using that tag this week instead!

I'm (much slower than I'd like) making progress on the Sotha Sil pmv. Right now I'm doing all the line art, which I'm just doing for the characters or foreground objects.

So have a made up mechanical do-dad I'm proud of and some Nerevars

Tagging @snowy-weather @thescrolls-haveforetold @caliblorn @snowy-weather @truth-01001001-liar (only if you want to, of course! no pressure!)

[son-of-avraham]

I've come to realize that to me, g-d is the recipient of the love I have for others that I can't give, and that's why I've always resonated with the concept of B'tzelem Elohim. I cannot show my love to every single person - it's impossible. But we are all in the image of Him, all in His essence, and so I direct the excess to Him. We are all part of the reflection of g-d. The love we have for each other is, to me, the love we have for g-d.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[fruitflavor]

three of them ft. vidcund design that makes him look way less lamer than he actually is

[captainsjack]

benthan one night stand fic where benji tells ethan he loves him afterwards but ethan can’t let this be more than it was because if it’s real it means benji will be put at greater risk and used against him just like julia was so he lies and tells benji it meant nothing and it was a mistake and he doesn’t have feelings for him

[mishavoltaire]

bloodborne physics my beloved...

bonus: the aftermath and the original sketch I think is very silly

[glitchedmagic]

@theminecraftbee ‘s ficlets about Decked Out eating Tango have been living in my head rent free so here’s a little post-do thing of my own.

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“The server resets tonight.”

It’s been just over two months since Decked Out finished. Just over two months since anyone has seen or heard from Tango.

Zed knows what happened. Not the details. And he certainly couldn’t explain it to anyone else. But he knows.

And the gnawing feeling of guilt has kept him coming back to the dungeon. Every day.

Decked Out is asleep. Zed can walk through the citadel without a desperate need to throw himself to the ravengers. He can even wander below, into the redstone, without being electrocuted to death. Maybe it’s dead, but Zed doubts it. He knows it’s just sleeping. Eventually, it will wake up. It will be hungry and will lure whoever enters this world into its depths.

Maybe that’s when Tango will wake up too.

Zed won’t be here to see it.

“Who knows when you’ll be able to eat again?”

His voice is quiet but he knows the whole dungeon can hear him. He plays with the clasp on his gas mask. Tango’s storage room, where he lays on the dusty floor, has enough oxygen flowing through it still to allow him to breathe without the mask, though he’s already getting a bit of a headache. He’ll put the mask back on soon. Eventually.

“One last snack?”

He’s offered the dungeon himself hundreds of times these past few months. As a player, when it was live, hoping to spark a bit of his friend’s life back into him. Then after. Hoping for something. For a glimpse of flickering blue flame and wide eyes that had long since given up pretending to see.

There’s quiet.

There’s so much guilt in the quiet.

Don’t worry, Zed. Just a few months. Not too big of a project.

All good here. With level one done, the rest will go a lot quicker.

Yeah, level three got away from me a bit. Level four will be smaller, don’t worry.

Audio needed to be reworked, you know how it is. Soon.

Just tired, lost track of time last night.

Not too much longer now.

Don’t worry, I’ll be back to normal when the game’s done. Promise.

Did Tango know he was lying?

Zed is well aware that what he’s doing isn’t good for him. It’s ironic, how Tango pulled away from everyone, to eventually disappear in this cave. And now Zed’s doing the same thing.

It was always Tango pulling Zed out. Into the sun for a stupid game or a ridiculous project.  So it makes sense that without him, Zed can’t bring himself to leave the hole.

“I could break more redstone.” Zed offers the dungeon. “Really get you mad.”

He’d done that. About two weeks after Decked Out went dormant. He hadn’t gotten a reaction at the time. But the next day, everything was repaired.

That had spurred Zed into doing a stakeout. Break some stuff, sit and wait until the dungeon brought Tango out to fix it.

Zed had died down in the redstone, waiting. It hadn’t been a pleasant death.

That’s when Impulse had stepped in, staging his own intervention. But all it had done is make Zed feel more guilty.

An intervention for the guy who failed to do an intervention when Tango needed it most.

See? Ironic.

His head is starting to pound. He puts his mask back on.

“I want my friend back, you stupid castle,” He says through the mask. The dungeon understands him anyways.

He won’t be getting Tango back. He’s known that for much longer than he can admit.

Time passes. His phone dings a few times. It’s just the others. Making preparations. The server resets in just a few hours.

“Was it worth it?” Zed asks. “Not you, dumb dungeon. I’m asking Tango. Was it worth it? Did you make this choice? Did you know the consequences?”

Silence.

“Did you ever consider saying goodbye?”

The thing is? Tango was saying goodbye. In the only way he could. It was in the heartfelt artifacts crafted for each hermit. It was in his own voice, echoing words throughout the dungeon long after his own voice left him. It was in every ounce of the game.

None of them saw it until it was too late.

Zed stands. He has to be at spawn soon. He has stuff to pack. He has his own hole in the ground to say goodbye to.

He takes the long way out. Up into the main room of the citadel.

There’s a small part of him that hopes to see a glint of Tango. That’s what’s supposed to happen, right? A little wisp of blue fire. A soft voice. A gust of wind blowing a loose piece of paper across the floor. Something he can look at and be comforted by.

Nothing happens.

Zed knows that Tango’s gone.

He stands at the door. It’s open just a crack, just like he left it.

The night is clear.

“Goodbye, Tango.”

[lover-of-skellies]

How fast do you think Fresh would kill me if I signed a contract saying I'm giving myself over to him as a future host body or whatever, but only if he'll say every swear word in existence once WITHOUT a censor, and let me record it and put it online

[mechanical-sunchild]

I am here to tell all physical nonhumans and supporters to not engage with tumblr user ursacanid on any of his posts about physical nonhumans and perhaps consider blocking. He is not open to even tolerating physical nonhumans and will not change his mind. I ascertained this myself from a very long and frustrating conversation in which he kept rehashing very classic and familiar 'anti-thisidentity' povs. Namely:

He talks a lot about 'you can be tested and your DNA and blood etc would come back as human, therefore you are physically human' and won't accept any reasoning or arguments which oppose this as the one objective truth or suggest that the experience of being physically different even if it is all psychological perception warrants the use of the word physical or literally (blank) 1/2

Not accepting the personal happiness/euphoria of physical nonhumans and the fact it's harmless (except the issues he's invented) to be a good enough reason for the use of the word 'physical' and anyone saying 'I am literally physically nonhuman' due to above 'it's illogical' mentality. 2/2

'You're special snowflakes', although he didn't use that exact phrasing he may well have as he believes that physical nonhumans simply enjoy being more special than other nonhumans and enjoy starting fights by interjecting that they are physically nonhuman and accusing people of being ableist and exclusionary.

'I don't understand your labels, so you must be doing it to confuse me', he strongly believes that physical nonhumanity is a confusing term because of it's inclusion of the word 'physical' and that refusal to change it to something he deems is more fitting is being done because the community likes to confuse people and make communication difficult and unclear.

'You're in an echo chamber because you don't like it when I tell you that you're wrong', dislikes that most physical nonhumans won't and thinks they absolutely should debate him on their identity despite the fact that he won't accept any counterargument that doesn't result in you relenting that you've got a human body. Hates all that go 'Nope I am literally this though' due to feeling they do not have to justify their identity to strangers and can't seem to understand that hostility towards this behaviour is because it is rude and uncalled for and that no group enjoys it when people not in their group or even in their group tell them that they're not actually (blank). 1/2

Sees this as indication that physical nonhumans are a toxic group which exists in an echo chamber because wanting support for your identity, or at least tolerance, and to be included/considered in the wider community/communities language and disliking anti's who tell you you're not what you are is apparently wrong. 2/2

In other words, it's completely pointless and probably upsetting to try and speak with him on the matter. His posts are going to be inflammatory because he really wants to convince the community to go against physical nonhumans, or at the very least acknowledge that 'it's not physical, it's (blank)'. I have sympathy, he's Autistic and so am I and I know what it feels like when something doesn't sit right with your internal perception of 'real and logical' and how the mind makes a mountain out of that molehill because of it, so please please don't harass him, but I keep seeing his one post go around with different people trying to get something across to him and I'm telling you it's not happening. Here is all he has to say and will ever say, you don't have to engage with him further.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Getting closer and closer to the limit of how many bright neon colours I can put in a character. This is Ulysses Cryptograph! I wanted to draw him so I did. Lol. Ulysses is a being from another realm and a biiiig big rock music fan. Discovered it in the 1960's and he was never the same afterwards; his species don't tend to look like humans and he didn't either in his youth! That sure changed. Nowadays him and his family live in a small community of fellow human culture appreciators.

Ulysses himself would love to meet a human, even a boring non-musician human, but resigns to his fate of having to watch their culture from the safety of his own realm. Idea people like him haven't been to Earth in 10 000 years, after all.

[mellohiizz]

why do u draw minutetech with such a slutty little waist. why would u do that to me.

he's my babygirl 🥰 im just showing you all my wife in all his slutty waisted glory. it's not my fault... all im doing is sharing his beauty with the world ❤

[allgremlinyaps]

Wheat stalk bc nickelodeon wouldn’t let them put a cigarette in there

this brings up broader discourse of would atla universe even have tobacco. like there's no rules its a fantasy world they could have tobacco but would they ? if so where would it be grown ? they have alcohol (its referenced in the Kyoshi novels) and in s2e1 Aang has a drink that's presumably caffeinated (though its probably tea and not coffee - existence of coffee beans is ANOTHER avenue of discourse - personally on the side of no coffee so we can escape coffee-drinker headcanons...) but there are no intimations at any other stimulants/substances... this is probably cus its a y-7 Nickelodeon cartoon but like usually there's SOMETHING....

they definitely have weed though only thing that explains Chong

[angry-glasses]

Nanbaka x DR

in which HPA snatches Jyugo right from under Hiiro's nose to be the Ultimate Escape Artist