#ohio model

[tommilcx]

Shot by @ jazputin on IG at Edgewater Park, 2022

[chaoticbreadcrumbs]

Ohio final boss guy posted this on his IG yesterday. I wonder if he really is MK1 Bi-Han's face model¿

[piosplayhouse]

I think this every time I'm doing a main story mission

[theartistaslisalee]

So I was watching a video of all face models used for the MK1 characters, the one for SubZero/ BiHan is apparently a Japanese Tiktoker named Satoyu (aka Ohios Final Boss). Now there’s a debate on the validity of this, and most likely it isn’t true, but I still can’t unsee it!

[pxmun]

Stinker was crossed, it was Christmas Eve and he was stuck inside the locomotive shop with a broken funnel, foot plate, and faulty wiring.

The dock switcher grumbled aloud in disappointment; he should be out helping his best friend Zappy clear the snow off the track and double heading trains. Instead he was inside dangling above the track from a locomotive hoist.

The workers tried to brighten Stinker's spirits by festively decorating the shop and playing Christmas music, but this seemed to annoy the small engine even more.

"My heavens, you would think the Grinch was the one on that hoist with all the grumbling your making." Came a voice.

Stinker immediately stopped and looked down to his left. Standing there below him was an class AC-11 4-8-8-4 Southern Pacific Cab Forward, but Stinker was familiar with this locomotive.

"Whoa Rivet! I didn't see you. How long have you've been there?" Stinker asked."

"Long enough to recite the Nutcracker play in its entirety. Goodness did a Humbug crawl into your smoke box during the night"? Rivet asked.

Stinker blushed out of shame and embarrassment.

"Sorry Rivet, I've just been in a sour mood lately. The workers broke my funnel and footplate and somehow an electrical wire snapped inside me"! Stinker explained.

"I'm sure the workers didn't mean to break you on purpose Stinker, remember everyone is new here to the railroad and trying their hardest to make things run properly, we're all still learning." Rivet responded.

"I know Rivet. I'm just worried about poor Zappy though, he's been doing all the work since I've been put out of commission and the passengers have been complaining that he's emitting a bad smell. That poor engine is gonna work himself to pieces and we can't help"! Stinker said.

" I understand Stinker, but what can we do"? Rivet asked.

"We could really do with a fourth locomotive, one what doesn't come broken." Stinker said.

"Another engine would be nice, but the railroad is unable to determine beforehand if an locomotive is going to work properly or not." Rivet told the smaller engine.

Stinker sighed in defeat. He looked out the windows into the cosmic sky. A comet flew by as he watched.

"I wish we had another engine." Stinker said to himself.

[boaboz2010]

[wifeysocks]

New Year’s weekend sockies ✨

[annietlc91]

Foolish Gamers

[bradandchris]

Well, that was that then. Brad had himself a New Years Resolution. His resolution was to not have a resolution for the year that was new in the moment where he was. That was on the beach in Santa Monica at the end of 2023.

While he was there staring into 2024, he was also giving up lent for lent, and trading in Columbus Day for an Akron knight. He would just need to convince Elton John to take a holiday to Ohio in October. It was a good thing leaves died pretty. He could use that to his advantage.

If that didn’t work out, Brad would try a different time of day. Akron Dawn for example could score an obvious sponsorship assuming people in Ohio did their dishes upon waking up. It sounded like something people in sensibly sized Midwest cities might do.

The notion never crossed his mind in Brad’s 22 years living in Los Angeles. Why would anyone born and bred in Southern California ground themselves where it could crack open and swallow you whole at any second? Midwestern sensibility just didn’t stack up here.

Akron was in Ohio right? Brad could never be sure even with a smart phone in his hand. Miss Information was everywhere and there were no places to hide. How would you know where to go anyway?

All the cities in Ohio looked exactly the same to Brad. You could be in Toledo or Cincinnati, and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference even if you were at the local library checking out books. As long as ‘Ohio’ was somewhere on your library card or drivers license, you were golden.

At least that’s what Brad imagined. The locals likely didn’t feel the same way.

On the eve of a change in one of many calendars used across the globe, Brad took a minute reflect upon what had yet to happen by asking questions in the present tense.

Did all the oceans in California look the same to people from Ohio? Those from the two bucks an eye state (post inflation), were human beings dealing with a relative relative spendy reality. That part was clear. The rest of it got fuzzy as he didn’t know anyone from Ohio he could ask.

Brad wasn’t sure how many oceans he was looking at in the first place. They all kinda mixed together with few if any official boundaries. To call the water in front of him by one name took it from Will Rogers in Cali all the way to Bondi in Australia, but it was hardly the same water. The whole thing read as a gross over generalization as everything Pacific.

Each day it was less and less surprising to Brad that more than 90% of the sea floor failed to be mapped. We as a species held not a clue as to what was down there yet some of us were already taking tours of outer space which was technically nothing itself. Was that not why we called it space?

Whatever.

Brad didn’t want to put too much into space tourism or an overrated holiday like NYE, or even Christmas for that matter…

Brad stopped himself there. If he took that thought any further he could start getting answers. That could take him into resolution territory where he resolved to not go yet already was.

The annual practice never played out well for Brad despite being out himself. While others made money Brad beat himself up. By the President’s Day circuit party he was always in a downward spiral. If Brad ever OD’d it would likely be there smack dab in the depths of the Southern California rainy season swallowed whole by the first round of judgement preliminaries for White Party in Palm Springs.

Seeing where he was, Brad pulled himself off the bitter party of one path to that of personal responsibility. No one besides himself stuck around any NYE resolution to ensure he followed through. It may be paid for but did it matter where the money came from? While the commitment was squarely his, it often turned out the enthusiasm was not.

Brad paused to fix the back of his swimmers. They began riding his youthful 22 year old butt muscles while doing all this thinking. Did he really workout every day just so his clothes could malfunction?

Maybe. He could def take the notion somewhere sexy. Too bad there wasn’t a pen and paper around. Was this why people wrote their name in the sand? That whole notion read downright silly standing so close to the world’s biggest eraser.

When all was said and done, the greatest part about having a perky butt wasn’t sex or attention. It was having a place to set things down where no pockets were available. Brad always offered the space to others where he could think enough to do so. Ironically, the last thing he wanted to be was an ass.

The notion spurred another thought. Brad would ask Chris to look for a date on his butt when he came back from the concession stand with lunch. All this male beauty comes with a shelf life apparently so his boyfriend should probably know when to stop eating it. To that, and out of respect for himself, he should probably check Chris’ butt too. Brad needed some action and the whole notion just brought forth was good enough to jumpstart a very fun afternoon.

These things only needed to be paper thin with two men in the equation. An impromptu hamster inspection of the men’s locker room at the local gay watering hole instigated a wild three way with Brad and Chris’s neighbor Luke just a few hours earlier. Unsurprisingly, not a single hamster turned up at the gym, but the whole debacle did put a new spin on wood shavings.

A rouge wave reached high enough to grab Brad’s attention and bring him back to the present tense. Brad looked at his phone but he didn’t have any gauge as to when he and his thinking drifted off. Well, at least he came around this time with his swimmers still on. He lost two pair just in the last 24 hours.

Now where was Chris with the food? Brad was craving curly fries and a big fat dill pickle.

[therunwayarchive]

Marcela Ohio at PatBo, Fall 2022

[amberosial]

looking down on these hoes like

[jetblcksocool]

took el out for a photoshoot on parker street !

[sintax7]

Abby Summers

[remyfire]

Me this morning: All right, I'll get up, eat breakfast, start laundry, do a little writing, all the usual stuff

Me six hours later, resurfacing from research hyperfixation: This is my best friend The Pig, have you met The Pig yet?

[iamheatherfay]

[lamewav]

I've Transcended into a new realm of creativity

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