#morning meeting

[trooperst-3v3]

The branches of the Armitage Hux Academy for Aspiring Troopers that we've been spreading to other planets have become pretty popular. Which is great for First Order recruitment, but with more schools comes the necessity for more teachers.

In today's morning meeting, Hux mentioned that he's been considering getting droids to teach the core classes (math, history, and such) to save money, so he would only have to pay biological teachers to teach the more advanced classes, like combat and engineering.

I was like, "Noooooooo, bro. Not a great idea."

Look, you all know I'm the least droidophobic person in the galaxy, but I've met some of those old-ass professor droids, and their programming is. . .not great.

Like, I actually met a history professor droid at the library once. He was SUPER old, so I asked if he had any cool historical events he could recount for me.

Dude legit started his story with, "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. . ."

Bruh. that's how you start a fairy tale, not a history lesson. You could at least give me a frame of reference like a BBY year or a stardate or something I can work with.

[allaboardtheblankship]

Chu chu!

Mornings start with kisses. It’s the rule. Ingo makes sure to follow it.

Eelektross acts like an oversized cat and often sleep with them. Emmet likes the weight on him.

Submastober by the lovely @belltrigger and @glassesblu !

[moznohayanie]

朝の全体ミーティング

真剣に聞いててエライ💕

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

Apparently on Fridays parents are allowed to attend the morning meeting at Gus's school, so I sat in the back and watched him with all his classmates. He's in the tie-dyed shirt, bottom-left. He was about a beat behind on all the hand-motions in the song, but he was engaged, so he'll catch up soon enough. He's such a growing little boy. Mom and I are so, so proud of him. When I got home and told her I'd been to the morning meeting, she wanted a full report.

Dad.

Little Rock, Arkansas. 8.26.2022 - 7.54am.

[7roaches]

sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea

[ihatebrainstorm]

The (Hopefully) Comprehensive Guide to Drawing Transformers! [1]

[Chapter 1/5?]

Decided to make a little quick guide to drawing transformers/humanoid mechs because some people asked! (Plus I thought it'd be fun lol) .... Hopefully it makes sense and helps some people out :'D

[Next] -> coming I dunno when, I keep adding to my WIP pile......

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 100

“What are you, a Kent?” 

It’s a saying in the world of the supernatural. A well-known one even. See, several, many generations back, no one quite knows when, the Kent family managed to run afoul of a particularly nasty creature who laid a curse upon them. The original wording, no one quite knows either, but the gist, everyone is aware of. For no firstborns will be born to them before they already have one. 

It was supposed to be airtight in a way, a curse that would end the entire bloodline really. For a child to exist before they could have a child? How could that be? 

Well. That curse had… backfired. It had backfired massively. Most, at least back when blood was everything, didn’t exactly ponder things like adoption to those outside of their own bloodline. The Kents however, lived in a very simple village, one that had disease spread through it often back then, leaving families childless and children parentless. 

What were they to do but take them in? And so they had a son, many sons and daughters even, before their firstborn. Now of course, most would simply dismiss it afterwards. After all, that was the end of the story, isn’t it? 

Well, no. See, the curse was a family-line curse, a just in case perhaps, that meant that each generation could not have any children until they had children. Perhaps it should have ended there, but well. It didn’t. 

Kents are a strange breed in the world of the supernatural, known for having a… bit of an adoption problem. If any child or babe were to be left near their land, one can be assured the family line would take them in as their own. 

Fae, demon, human, changeling, satyr, cyclops, half-breeds, werewolf- it didn’t matter. A Kent would gladly pick the child up and raise it as their own. And now, they could add aliens to that long, long list in the family line. 

And really, perhaps with this context, is it really surprising that when one Clark Kent, said alien, opens his door to a basket on his doorstep holding a trio of godlings, he takes them in with no questions asked? 

[betterlifeinoverall-rethabilep]

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[bluerosefox]

Fenton Coded

Tim... Tim just stared.

He...

Huh.

He had once entertained the idea that he wasn't really a Drake, a very long time ago when he overheard his mom and dad arguing and some words were said in the heat of the moment, but to be honest Tim always thought the obvious culprit of anyone being his dad would most likely be Bruce (Bruce even admitted he had a small fling with his mother but that was two years before her marriage)

But before little Tim's curiosity could really take hold on the idea, he had saw on the news Robin performing a Grayson flip and the hint of Tim not being a Drake left his mind. Robin was Dick Grayson! And if he was Robin that had to mean Bruce Wayne was Batman!

Then well... his stalking of the Bats started and the rest became history.

But now, as Tim was staring at his own DNA test, something he never bothered to do until that damned Demon brat wanted to make sure he was ONLY blood son of Bruce (and doing a DNA test something even Bruce never thought of doing due to well… how he was towards Tim during his first months as Robin)

He well…

He kinda needs to find out who this Daniel Jackson Fenton is.

(Tim finds out he isn’t a Drake, but also not a Wayne (because Damian wanted to make sure he was only blood son) but is instead a Fenton)

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

you'll be alright, oh, here it is @magicshop ♡ (cr. namuspromised)

[trooperst-3v3]

To whomever is in charge of decorating the conference room before the morning meeting:

If you're going to keep filling the bowl on the table with resin fruit, you could at least label it.

If I show up in medbay with one more broken tooth, Hux is gonna take me off the insurance.

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[the-golden-weapons]

I’d like to think Jay and Nya are very funny because they are both mechanics, but in entirely opposite ways:

Nya has all her tools in proper order. In her workshop, there is never any scrap part going unused. Any notes and blueprints since the ripe age of 12 have been carefully stored and saved, no matter how much she cringes when looking back on them. The Samurai X designs and revisions have their own file cabinet as well as digital backups. Her measurements are double and triple checked, even though she probably had it right the first time. Every choice she makes is calculated and buffed out, from the interlocking gears to the paint job. She prides on her work on being practical and aesthetic, thank you very much.

Jay, meanwhile, is the definition of fuck around and find out. Blueprints? Who needs em, anyways? The only thing vaguely resembling “notes” in his work area are scrap pieces of paper with the most round-about mathematics ever (complete with indecipherable short-hand and a stick figure drawing of Jay holding a blowtorch, naturally.) He will change up plans on the fly and casually stick his hands in very sharp moving parts like there is no tomorrow. Safety equipment? He grew up in a junkyard. He had a wrench in his hand before he could walk. Yeah, no, he’s pretty sure he’s fine, thanks.

[danigami]

This boy has me on a mental chokehold…

[cryptamen]

holy shit this game is hardcore. I was sat there zoned out drooling for 3 fucking hours. do NOT play stardew valley without a timer unmedicated it will destroy you.

[54625]

Crazy how tubbo's plan with fitpac is probably going to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Like. Them being together isn't going to mean they abandon him, obviously, they both love him to bits. However, if he assumes that they will, and thusly tries to break them up, and they find out, then the likelyhood of them abandoning him after that slight is pretty fuckin high. Tubbo is going to be his own doom and I'm very interested to see how this pans out