#method of destruction band

[tunez-jem]

Zeke crashed Skimpus car :(

(he’s not paying him back)

IbisPaint sucks pp, I tried adding the text there but it ran so damn slow so I resorted to PicsArt. And I don’t know how to draw cars, sorry for tracing giys 💔💔

(I forgot to add his beer and vomit, sorry :(( )

@kevmania @retzin

[arc-misadventures]

That Backfired, Sorta?

Salem standing over a bruised, and beaten, Jaune Arc bound to a chair. Preparing to interrogate him for information on the, Relic of Destruction.

Salem: I do find torture quite ineffective as a means of extracting information. So I choose to use more refined methods of information.

Jaune: Like… Grimm mind bugs that dig into my brain to get information?!

Salem: No.

Jaune: Oh that gods…

Salem: The shock from the bug going in kills them before anything can be extracted.

Jaune: Eh?!

Salem: Besides I have a far more effective means of getting information.

Jaune: Like what?

Salem: I can read minds.

Jaune: You can?!

Salem: I can.

Jaune: If you can do that, why did you beat, Oscar to a pulp instead of doing that?

Salem: Ozma.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Fuck that’s a good reason… B-But, you shouldn’t read my mind!

Salem: And, why shouldn’t I do that?

Jaune: You just shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t do that!

Salem: Oh~? Afraid I’ll find what I’m looking for if I do?

Jaune: I prefer if you did honestly…

Salem: Alright then. Let’ssee where your little friends have hidden my Relics!

Salem stared at, Jaune in the eyes, as a pearlescent screen covered her eyes as she stared into the depths of, Jaune’s.

Salem: “Now then, lets see what you’re trying to hide~!”

Jaune: P-Please … Stop!

Jaune could hear her voice in his head, he yelled in fear as she opened a door leading to that secret he was trying to keep away from her.

She smiled as she forced her way through the door, and as she entered the room in his mind her smile swiftly fell.

Salem: “W-What is this?”

Salem: “ … “

Salem: “Wait… i-i-is he kissing me?!”

Salem: “Why is he taking his shirt off?!”

Salem: “Ohh~! D-Did he just grab my b…?”

Salem: “Why is he taking his pants… Oh…? Oh my~!”

Jaune: What’s going on?!

Salem: “Really? Do you think you can so easily bed a, Queen with just that”

Jaune: B-Bed?

Salem: “Mmm~! So forceful~!”

Jaune: Get out of my head!

Salem: “What is this position?”

Jaune: The fuck are you talking about?!!

Salem: “You are so, so much bigger than, Ozma~!”

Jaune: Uhh…? Context?

Salem: “Inside? But, what if…? No… that’s precisely what you want, isn’t it?”

Jaune: What is it that I want?

Salem: “Oh you naughty boy~! Oh, what’s this? Aww… it’s over already?”

Jaune: What’s over already? Ahh?! What the hell are you looking at?!

Salem: “Oh? What’s this…?”

Jaune: What now?!

Salem: “My hand…? Is that… is that a ring? And, wait… my belly…”

Jaune: A ring, belly? Whaaaa?

Salem; “A boy…?”

Jaune: Eh?

Salem: “I never had a boy before…”

Jaune:Okayyyyy…?

Salem: “Oh, what’s this? Your mother’s record?”

Jaune: What record…?

Salem: “I could beat that, easily~!”

Jaune: What?!

Salem: “Wait? W-Where’s my baby boy?! Where’s my child?! And, whose hand is this?! Wait… This is… this is your hand…”

Jaune: My hand?

Salem: “Why is it all so wrinkly? Wait, no! Nonononono! Don’t tell me! Not again?!”

Jaune: What are you talking about?

Salem: “Y-You’re not leaving me…? B-But… you’re dying…”

Jaune: I’m dying?!

Salem: “In my heart…? you’ll always be with me… even if it’s just as a beautiful memory in my heart…?”

Salem: “I won’t be alone? How is that… My children…? My grandchildren…”

Salem: “I won’t be alone… I will still be loved… I will have a family…?”

Jaune: Okay stop this! G-G-Get out of my head!

Salem red eyes came back into view. She stared at, Jaune as she stood up, unsealing the bands that bound him to the chair.

Jaune rubbed his wrists as he watched, Salem take a nervous step away from him as a shy blush spread across her face.

Salem: Y-You said your name was, Jaune right?

Jaune: Yeah…?

Salem: So… do you want to try beating your mother record now, or would you prefer if we waited till after you’re body has healed?

Jaune: What are you talking…?!

Jaune stopped talking as he noticed something peculiar.

Jaune: “Why is she rubbing her thighs like that? The last time I saw a woman do that was when, Terra ask me to…?! Oh… Ohhhhhhh!”

Jaune: …

Jaune: N-Now is good…

Salem: Wonderful~!

[notclevr]

Thank you for tagging me @imsinenomine

Using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people.

I'll go with Nine Inch Nails:

What's your gender: Mr Self Destruct

How do you feel: Every Day Is Exactly the Same

If you could go anywhere: A Warm Place

Fave mode of transportation: Various Methods of Escape

Your best friend: Disappointed

Favorite time of day: In This Twilight

If your life was a tv show: And All That Could Have Been

Relationship status: We're In This Together

Your fears: Hurt

I tag @man-kills-everything, @chromanticore, @heavenseraph, @kingfucko, @indigestionn, @mistress-of-science, and anyone else who wants to.

[dailybugle-blr]

"Team Red" Takes to the Streets: Daredevil, Deadpool, and Spider-Man Unite

by Clara Haynes, reporter

Photo submitted by Peter Parker

NEW YORK CITY - In a city teeming with crime and chaos, a new trio of masked crusaders has emerged, striking fear into the hearts of criminals and drawing both admiration and skepticism from the public. This unlikely alliance, dubbed "Team Red," consists of Daredevil, Deadpool and Spider-Man – three enigmatic figures with their own unique styles of crime-fighting. But as they join forces to combat the forces of evil, questions arise: are they the heroes New York needs, or are they merely another band of vigilantes running amok in our streets?

Daredevil, or Devil of Hell's Kitchen, has long been a symbol of justice, using his heightened senses and martial arts prowess to defend the innocent and uphold the law. His relentless pursuit of justice has earned him both praise and condemnation, but his commitment to his cause remains unwavering.

Deadpool, or Merc with a Mouth, brings his own brand of chaotic energy to the team. Armed with an arsenal of weapons and a quick wit, Deadpool's unorthodox methods often leave a trail of destruction in his wake. While some see him as a reckless wildcard, others admire his willingness to do whatever it takes to get the job done.

And then there's Spider-Man, the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler. With his incredible agility, web-slinging abilities and sense of responsibility, Spider-Man has become a beloved figure in the city, swinging into action whenever danger strikes. But his association with Team Red raises eyebrows among some, who question whether he's aligning himself with the right crowd.

"Team Red may have good intentions, but their methods leave much to be desired," said Captain George Stacy of the NYPD. "We can't have masked vigilantes running around unchecked, putting themselves and others at risk. It's a recipe for disaster."

Despite the controversy surrounding them, Team Red continues to operate in the shadows, taking on the criminal underworld with gusto and determination. Whether they will be hailed as heroes or condemned as vigilantes remains to be seen, but one thing is for certain: with Team Red on the streets, New York City will never be the same.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Jammin'

Some weeks ago I did a headcanon of what I thought all the members of Taskforce 141 would listen to, and found myself choosing R&B as the genre of choice for them. So, I decided to turn my ending paragraph into a short one-shot :)

Note: I've never played Call of Duty and know nothing about the military. I'm merely a simp with some knowledge about the characters.

When you were first recruited by the 141, you didn’t know what to expect. The elite task force, though legendary, was shrouded in mystery. All you knew is that they always got the job done and left a trail of destruction and bloodshed in their wake. You were positive that some of their methods violated the Geneva Conventions. But, seeing as those they hurt often targeted innocent civilians, you didn’t feel much pity for those on the receiving end of the task force’s wrath.

You did, however, feel anxious when you were sent on your first mission, one the entirety of the 141 had to deal with. You knew the threat had to be massive for all five of you to go. Seeing as it dealt with bombs and crime families, you were right. Weeks of hard work later, you all were finally able to say the threat was eliminated.

Weeks of working without rest left you exhausted, but you were ecstatic that the job was finally done, and thankful that none of the team had been seriously injured. Everything had gone well, putting you in a jovial mood despite your tiredness.

The boys must’ve felt the same way, because the ride back to base was cheerier than expected. So cheery, that Soap had even begun to play music. You were out of enemy territory and in the sky, so the extra noise wasn’t that big of a deal, allowing you to focus on the choice of music. You couldn’t help but laugh as Soldier by Destiny’s Child echoed throughout the space.

Fitting.

“Nice choice,” you mused, tapping your fingers to the beat.

Destiny’s Child was a staple in your household growing up, and your love for the band remained even decades after their separation.

Soap shot you a grin, and started to belt out the lyrics, pulling another giggle from you. His Scottish accent was still prominent, and hearing the way he pronounced southern slang was more amusing than it should’ve been. You were soon sent into a fit when Gaz began to join in, though he was more subdued than the Scot.

They had too much energy considering the grueling mission you all were subjected to, but seeing them so carefree was a nice sight. To be able to kick back and listen to music with the men you were beginning to regard as your brothers brought you joy.

Soon enough, you were dancing in your seat, your tiredness fading as the beat reverberated through the plane. The team was the only passengers, so you didn’t have to worry about disturbing other guests.

While you expected Gaz and Soap to be bright and breezy—they almost always were—it was a surprise to see Captain Price bobbing his head to the beat, with as much rhythm as a middle-aged British man could muster. Even more shocking was that the notoriously stoic Ghost was tapping his foot against the floor.

You paused, the sight taking you aback enough for a disbelieving laugh to escape. You were feeling particularly giggly, your relief and tiredness making everything funnier than it really was.

Ghost froze when he noticed you staring, and you’d bet he was lifting a brow under his mask. “What?”

You just smiled and looked away. He continued to stare but didn’t press the issue further. And when No Scrubs by TLC started to play, it was forgotten completely.

The fact that those big, burly men were jamming out to R&B classics after a taxing mission amused you to no end. It was utterly absurd and seemed like something out of a sitcom. But despite the absurdity, it only made them even more endearing to you and solidified that the 141 was where you belonged.

[ebongawk]

If you're still doing the prompts, #8 “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

8. "Looks like we'll be trapped for awhile..."

"Shit."

They were pulled over on the side of the road, staring through the windshield at the torrential downpour that was beating down on the road, small pellets of water dinging methodically against the thick metal roof of the van.

The van. Chrissy couldn't believe he still had it. That it was still running.

"Well. Christ. Y'know, Sheila's fucking incredible, but she's not making it through this," Eddie said, gesturing out the window. "Unfortunately I, uh, haven't had time to, like, install an emergency flotation device or anything."

Despite herself – despite the circumstances – Chrissy couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up from her chest.

"No, I suppose you've probably been pretty busy," Chrissy supplied around a grin. "All that time spent being a rockstar."

"Hey!" Eddie yelped, turning toward her and pointing a finger in her face that she desperately wanted to bite. "I prefer rock artist." Chrissy snorted, making Eddie grin broadly. "Besides. We haven't, y'know, hit it that big."

"Oh, bullshit." Chrissy rolled her eyes. "I'm sitting next to a guy who just opened for Pantera. Pantera. And you haven't 'hit it that big'? Please."

"Yeah, but Pantera is the band that opened for Metallica, so really we were the opening band of the opening band," Eddie corrected. "There's a difference."

"It was a metal festival."

"I digress!"

"I'm not used to you being so humble."

"Yeah, well," Eddie shrugged. "It's, uh. It's been awhile, hasn't it, Cunningham?"

That stung. An old hurt, immediately flaming back to life. Like dying embers that just need the slightest breeze to erupt back into the inferno they once were. Destructive and terrible and beautiful.

Because all that hurt, all that pain, it was beautiful. It reminded her, every time she poked the bruise in an attempt to sustain the ache, just how much they loved each other.

How much she loves him still.

"We just talked on the phone a week ago," she reminded him, like he didn't know. It was their conversation that had her at his show that night, the promise of tickets and backstage passes trying to tempt her into watching him perform.

Like she hadn't already bought her own tickets months prior. Tickets she'd sold (and made a slight profit off of, which she hasn't told Eddie yet, but she knows he'll be so proud.)

"Phone calls don't do all of my personal growth justice!" Eddie fired back, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning more fully toward her. "So, uh. Looks like we're gonna be trapped for awhile... You're, y'know, more than welcome to hang out up here, but I'm gonna stretch out in back, lest my knees try and revolt against me."

Chrissy laughed, unbuckling her own seatbelt and watching as Eddie awkwardly finagled his way between the front seats, tumbling into the back with a grunt and nearly kicking the gear shift. Shrieking, Chrissy slipped between the seats herself to make sure he was alright. Once she verified that he did not, in fact, give himself a concussion (again), she took stock of the back hatch of his old van with a fondness that seemed desperate to rip itself out of her chest. To slink across the space between them and reclaim its home beside his heart.

A home it no longer had access to.

"No gear?"

"Nah," Eddie shrugged, reaching behind a gray lidded tote and producing a veritable nest of blankets and pillows. "Guys have space for that shit on the tour bus."

"How come you're not on the tour bus?" Chrissy asked, watching raptly as Eddie began arranging the mountain of cotton into something more comfortable.

Eddie laughed, glancing over his shoulder at her like he couldn't believe her question. "Because I knew I'd be driving you home, Cunningham. You don't like to drive at night." He punctuated his statement with a little duh like those sixteen words, strung together in that way, hadn't ripped the heart straight from her chest.

Unbidden tears sprang into her eyes that Chrissy tried desperately to blink away. It didn't mean anything. It didn't. Because it couldn't. Because, despite the fact that she was completely, hopelessly in love with him, he'd left to go on tour nearly two years ago, and they'd mutually ended their relationship. She couldn't go with him – she was in her junior year of college, buried up to her neck in homework and projects and research, and Eddie was just beginning to make the name for himself that he'd always deserved.

She wouldn't hold him back from his dreams. And she knew, if she'd asked him to stay back then, he would have.

He would have done anything for her.

But she couldn't let him ruin that chance to taste the life he'd been dreaming about since long before he met her. Even if the three years they spent together were the absolute best, most happiest of her life, and she'd basically been a walking scarecrow since – but instead of searching for a brain, she'd been on the hunt for the heart he'd unintentionally packed away in his guitar case.

"Whoa, hey, Cunningham, you alright?" Eddie asked worriedly, immediately clocking the change in her demeanor. He was always so fucking good at that. At looking at her and just... knowing.

It was how they got together in the first place.

Eddie had never put on some big display for her. He'd never announced to their entire school that he loved her, never shown up at her home with dozens and dozens of roses and proclaimed his affection in front of her parents, like the boy she'd been dating before him.

As dramatic and insane and impulsive as he could be, Eddie always loved her subtly. Quietly, warmly, wholly. Fitting around her shoulders like a favorite sweater. Filling her like a favorite meal, relaxing her like a bath with her favorite soaps and oils.

He was her favorite everything.

And then he was gone.

He still called. In the beginning, it was nearly every night. Telling her how crazy and wild it was out on the road. How the record label had them in various recording studios in whatever city they were playing, putting together a second album as they toured their first. But the long distance fees stacked up quick, and they'd shaved their calls down to once a week.

It had maintained them for the last two years.

It would never be enough.

"I'm fine," she lied, giving him the best grin she could muster. Eddie looked at her, saw her, like her skin was made of glass and he could see right down to the very soul buried beneath sinew and bone. The one that still hummed a steady song that sounded suspiciously like his name.

He was quiet for a long, drawn minute, finishing his primping of the little blanket bed he'd built before turning fully toward her. Studying her appraisingly, like the outfit she'd picked out just for him and his show had been discarded out the window miles ago.

"I thought we didn't do that."

"Do what?"

"Lie to each other."

Chrissy couldn't help it – she laughed. She laughed long, and hard, and so much that she didn't even realize her laughter had turned into sobbing until she was wrapped in his arms and resting fully in the blanket nest.

Because they didn't. They didn't lie to each other – ever. That was one of the unspoken rules they'd established at the beginning of their relationship, when Eddie realized just how much she'd been hiding under plastic smiles and makeup and mental shields made of rusted metal and nails.

They didn't lie to each other.

Except she'd been lying to him every single day for the last eight hundred and sixty three days, because she'd spent every single second of every single minute pretending she didn't miss him with every fiber of her being.

"I-I-I tried, Eddie, I tried," she wailed, burying her face in the familiarity of his neck. Picking up the sweat and spice that always accompanied him after a show, each inhale making her heart flutter valiantly in her chest. "You said we'd b-be friends. You said to move on and be happy and I tried, I swear, but the–– God, Eddie, I went on one date, and he tried to kiss me at the end, and I almost threw up all over his nice loafers!"

A chuckle that reverberated from her crown where his lips were pressed and echoed through the hollow caverns of her bones, filling her with a tiny droplet of the fountain of joy she'd once known.

Back when she was his.

"I mean, your first mistake was going out with someone who wore loafers."

"Eddie."

"I mean, jeez, sweetness, I thought I taught you more self respect than that."

Oh, God, that pet name. It tore at the tiny shreds of her that still remained, sinking claws into the curves and valleys of her flesh that she was just beginning to recognize in the mirror again.

But, even despite his jesting, she could feel the way his arms tightened around her. The way his breathing picked up, his shoulders hitching and relaxing as he buried his face in her hair.

"Me, too," he said.

"What?"

"I tried, too." His voice was just next to her ear. Muffled by the rain still beating away outside and the position of his lips against her skull. "Couple times. Even invited one girl out on a second date. But. It was like, the moment any of them tried to touch me, I wanted to jump out of my own skin, and then launch that skin out the goddamn window." He shrugged, fingertips digging into the cage of her ribs like he could embed his fingerprints straight into her flesh. Tattoo a part of him on her. "I guess, I dunno. Once you taste perfection, how are you ever supposed to get a hit anywhere else, right?"

The tears hadn't stopped, but they'd slowed some. Falling down her cheeks in a gentle drizzle, instead of trying to outmatch the downpour outside the van. Chrissy turned, climbing to her knees and bracketing them outside of his hips. Resting in his lap and holding him with all the might he held her.

"I missed you," she breathed, her lips gliding against his neck. "I missed you, and I miss you, and I'm gonna miss you so much when you leave tomorrow."

The wet of his tears dripped against her shoulder, and Chrissy just held him tighter.

"What if I didn't go?" he rasped, his voice as broken as the splintered edges of her body where he fit so perfectly, once upon a time. "What if I just stayed?"

"But it's your dream––"

"It was my dream," he corrected. "It really, really was. And then I lived it, and you... Christ. Everything was so fucking dull when you weren't there, sweetness. Like, how am I supposed to see the glamorous color of fame when my entire fucking life has been black and white since I left you here?"

Chrissy understood all too well what he meant.

So often, so many times, she'd considered dropping out of school just to follow him on his tour. And then, when she'd graduated, the clear absence of Eddie in the crowd had completely eclipsed her excitement of holding her degree. She'd gone home to the dingy studio apartment – the apartment they'd shared, once upon a time. The apartment she couldn't bring herself to leave. And she'd ordered herself a pizza with all of Eddie's favorite toppings, like that might convince some part of her that he was still around.

And now she was doing it. She was living her own dream of editing novels, having worked hard to get a promotion from an intern doing magazine editorials. And she loved it. She loved her work, the care and concentration that went into it. The open line of communication to her authors, the relationships she'd established in her short year.

But it was still empty.

Empty enough that the next words that came from her mouth, though spoken outside of thought, seemed unbearably right.

"What if I came with you?"

Beneath her, around her, Eddie stiffened. Fingers digging hard enough into her sides that she hoped desperately he left bruises. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved back, blinking up at her in the dim, wavering light of the streetlamp they were parked beneath and giving her the most earnest, beseeching look she'd ever seen.

"What?"

"What if I came with you?" she repeated. "I... I mean, I think I could. I think I could get them to mail my projects to wherever we were staying. I... And, even if they can't, I mean... What if I did anyway?"

"I won't let you throw your life away––"

"I'm not," Chrissy protested immediately. "I'm absolutely not. This is my choice, Eddie. Mine." A moment of hesitation, of self-doubt, and Chrissy stuttered, "O-Only if you, um. Only if you want me, though."

Eddie's forehead fell against hers as a laugh burst from his throat, kissing its way across her lips and reminding her of every single thing she'd spent the last two years missing. The last two years craving. And hoping and praying for. And desperately, desperately needing.

"Sweetness," he murmured, one of his hands gently cupping her cheek. "There's not a goddamn universe in existence where I don't want you."

And then––

He kissed her.

And it tasted every single moment of the future she didn't know she'd been striving toward.

[phantoms-lair]

I have a lot of things I want to tell you with the Fredogawa AU, so I will do a point cross stuff with everything I want to talk:

I just know that, if Conan is wearing his super-kick shoes, the second they find Vanny, she's screwed.

The second Pizzaplex!Freddy realizes that Fred is another version of him, he's gonna be hit by the existential crisis (And Conan will be "omg, there's two of them")

With Conan being present for the events of SB, I feel that, the second he realizes the Glamrock Band has been hacked, he would try to convince Gregory to take less... destructive methods to stop them, because, if the Freddies are sapient AIs, what says that the other aninatronics in the building aren't too?

And finally, I'm sure that Vanny would realize that, for some reason, there's two Freddies in the building, so she could end up going more crazy to find both Gregory, and that mysterious second Freddy.

1) He is always wearing them, but he's not at his best right now. The Cacophony of Malice (caused by the amount of remnant in the basement) has him very off his game. She has more to worry about his giant robotic Dad tbh

2) Oh yeah. Conan going through this scene with Freddy in the Beika Pizzaplex is what convinced him Freddy was fully sapient and why he helped him escape and hid him. American Freddy is going to have a bit of a meltdown, especially hearing the Japanese Freddy use the same terms of endearment his uses on Gregory on Conan. And Conan is really wondering why all the animatronics are aware in ways robots shouldn't be.

3) This starts when Gregory gets his bright idea to upgrade Freddy with the other's parts and Conan shuts him down hard, pointing out that if a virus is responsible for their aggression, installing an infected component would infect Freddy as well! It's only after hearing Roxy sobbing about her low self-esteem that Conan realizes all the showrunners are sapient and works towards saving them. I have an actual Edogawa family tree as a result.

4) Vanny is very confused when she tries to do a stab on this guy and all that happens is her knife broke.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Electric Mayhem Headcanons (The Muppet Movie)

Dr. Teeth

His wardrobe is a symphony of chaos, and you’re always welcome to partake. He’s happy to loan you any of his clothes, or take you shopping to create your own crazy outfits. A kiddo as amazing as you was born to stand out!

He often goes on complimentary tangents with flowery (and possibly made-up) words. He loves talking, and he loves you; so talking about you can last for ages.

He loves to sit and color with you, or help you repaint your room, or use face paints on you… Art is something he really enjoys, and he’s always excited to share it with you.

Slow, quiet music isn’t really his scene, but he’ll play some softer tunes if you need help falling asleep. (And if you want something loud and proud to help you wake up, he’s got ya covered!)

He and the others put together a “Cool Kid’s Corner” on the tour bus so you ride along with them. (Dr. Teeth totally got you a beanbag chair so you can travel in maximum comfort.)

Floyd

Spoils the HECK out of you. (Nothing’s too good for his kiddo!) Often, you don’t even need to ask for what you want; he just knows somehow.

Also, ALL the compliments. Everything you do, you do well; anything you wear, you look great in; every time you mess up, you mess up with style. Seriously, your self-esteem may never be higher than it is while you’re with Floyd.

He occasionally loans you his jacket ‘cause he thinks you look adorable wearing it. (And you do.)

As the main songwriter of the band, you can bet he writes songs about you on occasion. Anyone who knows you can tell when a song is about you because he’ll incorporate things you frequently say or do, things you enjoy, and general descriptions of you.

Maybe it’s because of his songsmith skills, but he is great at telling you bedtime stories. He usually tells you the classics, but he describes them so uniquely you often feel like your hearing something brand new.

Janice

She prefers to stick to organic foods for herself, so she is super on top of your food preferences and restrictions. (She also tries to encourages you to eat healthy, but she’ll never force you; it’s a free country after all.)

She likes to wear a bit of makeup, and she loves to help you put on makeup if you choose to wear it. You look fantastic with or without it, of course, but getting extra fancy is always fun.

Whatever age you regress to, Janice treats you a little younger. She can’t help herself - you’re just so cute, she just HAS to baby you!

One of her favorite activities to do with you is tie-dye clothes - or stuffed animals! She has a number of methods for making amazing patterns, and she loves to see you wearing the things you create.

She is super encouraging of everything you do. She’s always trying to boost your confidence.

Animal

In a lot of ways, he’s like a big dog. He’s wild, excitable, and incredibly protective of you. No person will ever bother you ever again, and anything inanimate that upsets you (thunder, darkness, bugs) is gonna be growled at.

He has the highest energy levels of anyone in the band. Any time you want to play, he’s ready! He especially loves games where he gets to chase after you.

Animal is very rough-and-tumble and likes to wrestle, but he’s always very careful not to hurt you.

Sometimes kids just want to be destructive. Maybe you’re upset about something; maybe you’re overly excited. Whatever the reason, Animal is ALWAYS ready to help you break things.

… And sometimes kids just want to sit quietly. Animal isn’t as good at just hanging out, but for you, he’s willing to try.

Zoot

He’s the chillest member of the band. He never pushes you to talk or do things; if you just want to sit on the couch in silence for hours, he’s right there with you.

(Similarly, if you want to hang out and watch movies, he’s always up for that. He really enjoys watching things you enjoy, even if he sometimes spaces out.)

Zoot can be forgetful at times, but he always remembers the really important things. He never forgets what kinds of things upset you, what allergies you have, or your favorite pet names.

If you need to vent, he’s always ready to listen. He’s one of the best people to talk to; he never interrupts and doesn’t offer any advice unless you really want it.

He’s tremendously patient. If you’re struggling to learn something new, he’ll remind you a hundred times without getting frustrated. If you’re throwing a tantrum, he’ll wait you out without ever losing his cool. He’s never gets annoyed no matter what you do or don’t do.

[herinsectreflection]

Defensiveness and Weird Mixed Signals (Revelations)

I get why the Scoobies are mad in this episode. For all the discussion we have had about the Scoobies’ arguable mistreatment of Buffy and the dismissive regard the show has towards her perspective post-killing-Angel/post-getting-kicked-out-of-her-house, I think it’s fair to say that Buffy’s concealment of Angel’s return is not a great move on her part. She lies to her friends - and it is a lie, not a mere failure to tell the truth. Note that a major plot point in Band Candy is her lying to both Joyce and Giles about her whereabouts when she is with Angel. Buffy tells a lie, and it does endanger her friends.

Buffy’s justifications for keeping this secret are flimsy. She claims that she planned to tell the gang when she knew why he was back, but she has made no effort to find out this information since Beauty and the Beasts. She claims that their relationship is no longer romantic, but in this episode she is unable to stop herself from kissing him. Her and Angel cannot contain their feelings. Both Oz and Spike next episode make this bluntly clear; they’re not just friends, and any claim that that’s all they are is demonstrably preposterous. The existence of Xander’s Lie does lend greater justification to Buffy’s fears that her friends would want to see Angel dead, but to focus entirely on “kick his ass” would be to ignore that giving up on curing Angel and focusing on kicking his ass was exactly what Buffy herself was doing at that point in Becoming.

This much is true: Angel’s presence in Sunnydale is a potential danger to everyone else in Sunnydale. Angel himself would be the first person to agree. His demonic urges are kept only in check by his soul, and that in itself is not a guarantee. Even if Buffy and Angel were able to contain their passions, the series shows us a deluge of shamans, mystics, dream sequences, empathogenic drugs, and even future love interests that are capable of triggering another bout of soullessness. Neither myself nor the show is saying that Angel should not live, but both of us would agree that his existence is in itself a risk.

Cordelia is tactlessly correct when she points out that this risk mainly endangers Buffy’s loved ones. Though Angel’s ultimate goal last season was the mental torture and ultimate destruction of Buffy, his method of achieving that mainly consisted of killing her friends. Willow, Cordelia and Xander all had their lives directly threatened by him. Giles suffered agonising torture at his hands. This would be enough to justify their fear even without saying Jenny Calendar's name. It does not undermine the intense trauma that Buffy underwent in Season Two to say that Willow, Xander, Cordelia and Giles also underwent serious trauma. Because of their experiences in the same season, they have valid reasons to distrust Angel, and to be understandably upset at the lies that Buffy has told them.

You know who doesn’t really have a good reason to be upset? Faith

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[retrogamechampion]

Quake Soundtrack Collection: “Slipgate”

I still remember how I felt playing Quake for the first time. Coming from a few years playing Doom and Doom II, Quake was pretty much the same storyline and such, but it just felt... darker. Grittier. More hardcore. And damn, was the movement smooth and the lighting effects next level. Multiplayer was balls nuts.

Quake quickly spun into a massive, well-respected franchise all of its own - Some of the older titles and their alterations are still the go-to for a lot of FPS fanatics!

The original title shipped with an atmospheric, Industrial nightmare courtesy of Trent Reznor. You know, the Nine Inch Nails guy. The wonderfully sadistic nail gun weapon in the game? Yeah, it even had Nine Inch Nails' logo on it.

However, if you wanted to, Quake supported playing tracks from the CD in your drive instead, which was really radical. I often played Quake while listening to White Zombie's "Astro Creep: 2000." Fighting Chthon to "Super-Charger Heaven?" Perfection. DEVIL MAN! DEVIL MAN!

At one point, a group named Sonic Mayhem released an album called "Methods of Destruction." It was meant to be played in this way, replacing the original soundtrack to Quake with a fiercer, harder hitting experience. And it was a hit - Their sound was such a great fit that they got to compose for Quake II and invited their friends Front Line Assembly to help make some tracks as well, culminating in that band also making music for the series. Another notable composer in the mix was the person behind the Quake games for the Nintendo 64, the amazing Aubrey Hodges, who was of course no stranger to FPS soundtracks.

Every official release and Mission Pack is included here, but honestly... Why stop there? I'm also sharing my collection of music from the most famous total conversions, alterations, and unofficial packs. They definitely deserve love too.

As games in the series or related material reaches the 15 year old mark (like "Quake Live" will in 2025), I will add those to this archive as well.

Download it here:

[numetalpuppygirl]

what i'm listening to november 2023. the agony

spot. link//yt link

song notes under cut

Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les.

Garbage - Queer: stand up for the fag anthem. but also let's be real one of the main draws here is the music video where shirley manson pushes the pov character down to the ground and forcibly shaves your head while singing "i know what's good for you." i'm a lesbian

Chris Fleming - W.U.G.: i've met a couple wugs in my time but more than anything i'm just on my chris fleming shit recently. this one has been stucks in my head sooo bad and bsaically anytime i see the word "guy" it comes back with a vengeance

Limp Bizkit & Method Man - N 2 Gether Now: random lb songs will really just crop up in my rotation for seemingly no reason but really this one has so many good lines and the addition of method man brings it up by so much. it's comical on some level bc it's like why is he here, he's like. a real rapper. and fred sounds so out of his depth next to him. but at the same time they both do actually really pretty good. pull the plug and then jet. MIC CHECK.

Sloppy Jane - Bark Like a God: recommended by a friend. need to listen to the full album but this goes insane goes crazy i mean those damn vocals and the THEMES ugh i mean what else do you need in this world. don't even really know what to call this band but it good and i need more

Almeda Riddle - My Little Rooster: Gummo is a 1997 American experimental drama film written and directed by Harmony Korine, starring Jacob Reynolds, Nick Sutton, Jacob Sewell, and Chloë Sevigny. The film is set (but was not filmed) in Xenia, Ohio, a Midwestern American town that had been previously struck by a devastating tornado. The loose narrative follows several main characters who find odd and destructive ways to pass time, interrupted by vignettes depicting other inhabitants of the town.

Destroy Boys - Fences: mostly just real catchy. many such cases. but there is a certain doggish quality to it as well

Enon - Natural Disasters: hi violer :3 ooh ahh the song so catchy the riff so tastey and shiney

Limp Bizkit - The Truth: i watched the band's short film of the same name recently and was pretty underwhelmed. but it did make me wanna go back and listen to the ep! it's been said to death but it's easily some of lb's best work, and not just because it's the serious one or whatever

Repo! The Genetic Opera - Night Surgeon: tbh there should be more repo on here but there's only so much space and this is undoubtedly my favorite track from the soundtrack (although "at the opera tonight" comes pretty damn close!!) i could listen to anthony head go "i remember" like that allllll day. i have been having some serious repo fixation recently i won't lie. give it a watch it's a normal movie

Foo Fighters - Everlong (Acoustic Version): okay look you guys know at this point how i get about everlong. so when i was watching hit film little nicky starring adam sandman and a rather beautiful sequence took place accompanied by a sparse acoustic version still laden in the characteristic warmth of the original song, of course i was hooked. and that's a nu metal-ass movie, too, but this was the pick i ended up making. that's special

Dropkick Murphys - I'm Shipping Up To Boston: WOOOOO BOSTON!!!!!!!! GO BRUINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET ME A CUP O DUNKS!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! YANKEES SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <is not from boston but rather a different place entirely

Fefe Dobson - Unforgiven: why did nobody tell me about this fuckin nu metal x y2k pop fusion. this is like rina sawayama stfu but all the way back in 200-goddamn-3. fefe you were before your time

MGMT - Little Dark Age: i don't know mgmt that well but i heard a little bit of this song in a youtube video long ago and really liked it and could never find it and then i happened to encounter it again and was like oh hello my old acquaintance shall we get to know each other better

Billy Joel - All For Leyna: beginning to realize that billy is good actually. every little part of this song is crunchy and sweet and delicious for me. and god i sure am doing it all for leyna aren't i......

Tom Cardy & Brian David Gilbert - Beautiful Mind: tbh this was far from my favorite effort from either of these guys...... didn't really think it was all that funny. had a very lol random sort of appeal that just didn't hit me right. however it does sound amazing, really clean, and they both have nice voices. plus you know i love them harmonies

Taco - Puttin' on the Ritz: they play this a lot at a cafe i go to sometimes. i used to not like this song but it's really grown on me. it's one of those absolutely one-of-a-kind songs that could have only been a hit at the exact time and place that it was. and i like stuff like that! you might even say i think it's super duper :)

Violent Femmes - Breakin' Up: this song is dumb as balls. and it sounds way better in my head than it does to actually listen to it. but! the video is really cool, with that simple but effective camera trick. i enjoy that

Bowling For Soup - Girl All the Bad Guys Want: if the previous song was dumb as balls, this song is dumb as. like. the epididymis. or like a single sperm cell. i don;t know man it's a dumb fucking song. but it's about a cool rap rocker girl :3 and that's meeeeee probably. when i listen to it i like to rate each lyric on how true it is. watching wrestling? maybe now and then. creaming over tough guys? hmmm no i would simply not do this. but listening to rap metal? turntables in her eyes?? now we're fuckin talkin!!!!!!!!!!

[novafire-is-thinking]

Can I ask if you have the part in the aligned novels where it was said that orion, before he went to iacon, was involved in organizing/protecting the ppl who lived in the wastes/wilds ?

I do! It’s only one line, but I included plenty of context:

The pull of the dying star caused our own sun to erupt where it faced the gravitational demands of its antagonist. Plumes of fissioning nuclear material millions of miles long were torn from it and dragged across the path of Cybertron. Some were deflected by the shielding of our magnetosphere, but the greater ones quickly injected massive quantities of magnetic and particle energy right through it. Everything on the dayside of the planet was subjected to vast doses of radiation and severe electromagnetic spiking.

Many Cybertronian forms could not survive the shocks to which they were exposed. These died on the spot. Larger and more robust individuals were able to restart after short intervals of rest, but for many of them a worse fate awaited. The e-mag storms disrupted the internal signaling of their bodies and brains. Millions perished as they pursued erratic, destructive behaviors, mindless and out of control, smashing themselves to bits in mimicry of once-useful activities or simply attacking one another in violent frenzies of terror and madness.

It is still a matter of some shame to recollect the fate of the Primes. We only survived by taking shelter and assuming Stasis Mode, in which the majority of our internal activity is terminated to protect us while we become inert, awaiting a state of safety in which to awaken. Once we had determined the likely outcome of events and realized that against such indefatigable natural foes we had no chance, we went out and addressed as many of the new bots as we were able to, telling them they must bury themselves and hide far from the surface and initiate the process of voluntary hibernation. We demonstrated the Stasis Lock and asked them to gather and tell as many others as they could find. Some of the more able beastforms had already done this, the Lock a natural part of their methods for avoiding capture, but the bipedals, who would group up and fight off assaults, did not know they could do it. I saw Orion Pax in one such band and watched him herding others before him deep into tunnels they had used to store Energon. I could only pray that this location was not one of those that would be hit directly as I made my way to my own hiding place.

Alpha Trion recounting the Great Cataclysm in The Covenant of Primus

[basingstokemercury]

About fifty years ago, the eladrin noblewoman Lady Calrene started an ambitious task.

She'd spent forty years in the Material Plane, having fled an invasion of her Feywild home, and become intimately familiar with the dangers its inhabitants faced - and the importance of their safety.

Now restored to her rightful place, Calrene used her power to establish an order of protectors, keeping extraplanar threats away from the Material Plane. The Planar Warders were born, fighting incursions from other planes and keeping a close eye on those who used extraplanar powers.

As Chief Warder, Calrene recruited the best she could find and trained those she saw potential in. But as time passed, some began to disagree with her methods.

She was too willing to assume danger, some said. Imprisoning innocents because they might someday do harm, seeking trouble where none existed to make herself feel important. Dissent was brewing among the Warders.

But before internal matters could deteriorate further, things came to a head from outside.

A concentrated attack from the Far Realm, some powerful alien being targeting every Warder base at once with the intent to crush a thorn in its side.

The strongholds fell, and Calrene was killed, but some of her people managed to survive.

Only seven escaped the destruction of the Warders' main headquarters; four members of the order, and three prisoners who escaped in the chaos or were freed by compassionate warders.

That was three years ago, and the survivors have formed a tight-knit band of their own. Hardly a shadow of what the Warders were, but a successor to their work.

[paperanddice]

Mechuiti

Pathfinder 2e

Mechuiti (Lord of Apes) 

A gargantuan mandril wreathed in fire, Mechuiti was an exceptionally powerful demon lord with a growing Abyssal realm he called the Hell of Cannibals before he was driven out of his realm by his rival Angazhan. Many clashes were had between the two demon lords of beasts, many ending in ties until Angazhan pushed himself far enough to overcome Mechuiti, forcing the demon lord into a shameful flight that wound up sending him into the heart of a volcano on an isolated Material Plane island. Weakened, he still attempted to dominate the local area in order to rebuild his power and prepare for a return back to his lost realm, but a desperate plan by the local humanoid population managed to imprison him within the volcano using an incredibly powerful ritual. They then fled the island, erasing it from maps and hoping to leave it empty forever.

Of course that couldn’t last forever, and after spending a few centuries fully recovering his strength Mechuiti started reaching out to dreaming minds, finding a large band of halflings living on another island not terribly far from his prison. He invaded their dreams, corrupting their leaders, and drew them across the ocean to his prison, where he infected them with his blood and created the first behtu. The behtu act in his name now, infecting other creatures with Mechuiti’s blood to create demonic apes, lizards, and spiders out of the local animal population, and capturing travelers in the hopes that one may help them uncover a method to release their lord from his prison.

Areas of Concern apes, cannibals, jungles Edicts Seek Mechuiti’s freedom, use Mechuiti’s blood to transform yourself and animals Anathema refuse to consume Mechuiti’s blood, allow a lead to Mechuiti’s freedom to escape Divine Attribute Strength or Constitution

Devotee Benefits  Cleric Spells 1st: goblin pox, 3rd: fireball, 6th: cursed metamorphosis  Divine Font harm  Divine Sanctification must choose unholy Divine Skill Intimidation Domains destruction, fire, might, nature Favored Weapon fist or club

The most powerful of Mechuiti's behtu followers harvest his blood from idols of his image and use it to craft the various infusions and ritual tattoos that enhance the behtu's power. Lower level priests lead raiders in battle, hunting outsiders who arrive on their central island home or setting out on missions to raid other islands for information and sacrifices.

Behtu Subpriest Creature 4 Rare, Small, Behtu, Humanoid, Unholy Perception +11; darkvision Languages Abyssal, Behtu Skills Athletics +10, Intimidation +9, Religion +10, Stealth +9, Survival +11 Str +4, Dex +3, Con +3, Int +2, Wis +3, Cha +2 Items club, hide armor, ichorous infusion, wooden shield (hardness 3, Hit Points 12, BT 6) AC 21 (23 with shield raised); Fort +11, Ref +9, Will +11 HP 55; Resistances cold 4, electricity 4, fire 4 Shield Block [reaction] Speed 20 feet, climb 20 feet Melee club +12, Damage 1d8+6 bludgeoning Melee jaws +12, Damage 1d6+4 piercing plus 1d4 fire Ranged club +12 (thrown 10 feet), Damage 1d8+6 bludgeoning Divine Prepared Spells DC 19, attack +11; 2nd blood vendetta, harm (×4), noise blast, spiritual armament; 1st bane, fear, runic body; cantrips (2nd) daze, divine lance, know the way, message, void warp Fire Breath [2 actions] (divine, fire) The behtu subpriest exhales fire in a 15-foot cone, dealing 5d6 fire damage (DC 19 basic Reflex save). The behtu can't use Fire Breath again for 1d6 rounds.

Ichorous infusion stats available here.

13th Age

Mechuiti is one of the most powerful demons to ever breach the world from the Abyss, tearing through in a devastating Hellhole a few Ages past. Unfortunately for him, a coalition of powerful spellcasters working under several previous Icons managed to bind him into a great volcano on an island far off the coast of the Dragon Empire, effectively nullifying his power within the Empire and cutting him off from any other demons and the rest of the Abyss. In the Ages since Mechuiti has done his best to regain his power, forming a cult following of people he crafted out of corrupted halflings, the behtu. Small groups of behtu raiders have begun finding their way across the Iron Sea, protected from the monsters by the cloak of Mechuiti and are making attacks against isolated Empire communities, taking hostages and searching for any information that may help them release their lord, or perhaps even open a new Hellhole in the volcano where Mechuiti is imprisoned. So far from the power base of the Crusader, such a Hellhole could become quite deadly, and crossing the Iron Sea to siege it would be near impossible.

Mechuiti  Huge 14th level wrecker [demon]  Initiative: +18 Maul +19 vs. AC (4 attacks) - 95 damage. Vorpal Claws: Critical hits deal triple damage instead of double. Miss: 60 damage. C: Immolating Breath +19 vs. PD (1d4 nearby or far away enemies) - 75 fire damage plus 75 acid damage. Natural 16+: The target gains vulnerability to acid and fire damage (save ends). C: Immolating Corona +19 vs. PD (1d3 nearby enemies) - 10 fire damage plus 10 acid damage. Natural Even Hit: The target also takes 10 ongoing fire damage plus 10 ongoing acid damage (save ends both). Quick Use: 1/round, as a quick action, when the escalation die is even. [Special Trigger] Diseased Ichor +19 vs. PD (1d2 nearby enemies) - 50 poison damage. Natural 14+: The target also takes 15 ongoing poison damage. Limited Use: 1/round, as an interrupt action when an enemy hits Mechuiti with a weapon attack and rolls a natural odd attack roll. Fear: Enemies engaged with Mechuiti who are below 192 hit points are dazed and can’t use the escalation die. Wall Climber. Resist Fire and Poison 18+. AC 30 PD 27 MD 26 HP 1580

Inspired by the Tome of Beasts 1. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I’m working on, consider backing me there!

[evilelitest2]

USA's two-party system is an abomination.

Consider Republican party. The fact that there are only two parties forces all of these to band together in support of it:

-Evangelical Christians

-Proud ideological sucessors of Nazis

-Rich assholes and wannabe rich assholes (libertarians)

-Professional con men (also libertarians)

-Incels

-Paranoid uneducated rural people who both feel underrepresented at the federal level and buy into "the Left wants to legalise pedophilia!1!" bullshit

-Cultured, intelligent, kind Catholics who love their neighbors no matter their race or income, and may even be weakly supportive of LGBT; who would have been otherwise stauch enemies of the GOP and all of the groups above... if they weren't brainwashed into feeling they have a moral obligation to protect the lives of the fetuses more than the actual human beings

The latter two groups are the most disgusting to me precisely because I can see they are not entirely bad people deep down, and seeing them destroy their potential for goodness like that is... The two-party system must be destroyed just so these people could have a better choice than to team up with neo-Nazis.

So its important to understand that the US has always had a two party system, starting right after George Washington's election our politics have been dominated by two major political groups. Federalists vs. AntiFederalists, Federalists vs. Democratic Republicans, Democratic Republicans vs. Democrats, Democrats vs Whigs, Democrats vs. Republicans, and then the two parties changing what Democrat and republican meant for about 150 years. And its due to our voting method, we have a First Past the Post Voting system, which means that to win an election you don't need a majority of the votes, just a pluroality.

So lets say that the 2024 presidental election comes down to AOC, Biden, and Trump (ignoring the electoral college) The people who would vote for AOC are likely people who would have otherwise voted for Biden, which splits the vote. So Trump wins lets say 40% of the vote, while Biden wins 38, and AOC wins 20%. Despite the fact that only 40% of the nation voted for him, Trump because the president, nevermind the fact that literally 60% of the nation voted against him. So in that scenerio, it would be stupid to vote for AOC, even though she is objectively the better choice. Its basic mathematics, voting third party in a First Past the Post System is self destructive.

So all that being said, I think that the Gop has been losing the last group for awhile now, anybody who is still with them at this point I don't think are really kind

[wt-nv-quotes]

Basically, he commissioned A.I. robots to act as night security for the restaurant. They were made to look like typical nighttime animals so they could go undercover and apprehend wrongdoers. Rat, possum, roach. Great idea, right? Fast forward a few weeks and it turns out, their security methods actually ended up escalating the destruction of property. The Cheesecake Factory burned to the ground, as you may recall. The bots were decommissioned after that and stored in The Rehabilitation Institute For Wayward A.I. and Pizza Animatronic Band Supply Depot.