#or maybe not ?

[lovelyn06]

[melfinawins]

Sometimes I think about how Storer didn't screen test JAW and MG.

I think about how the audience of The Bear was very ??? about Claire's introduction when that was the first scene the actors did together.

Sometimes when you thought you ate, you didn't.

This is why screen testing is important.

[lordcrumps]

Not sure if this is common knowledge or not but...

Ages ago when I was creating my default hood replacements, I took the textures and turned them into solid colours, to see what texture I was editing, with this it helped me learn that there's different blend modes, some do it better than others. @simnopke bought it to my attention that this is why we probably have snow seam issues in lush hoods.

So yeah, in case anyone was curious if they build hoods / make terrain replacements etc. I will provide a download link to the colour coded files if people wanted to have a look themselves!

LINK

Lush - super ugly

Dirt and Desert - lovely blend modes

Concrete - only has two textures, but still nice blending!

[pinsupansu]

this is not dan howell, nor daniel howell, not dan is not on fire, it is a disgusting fourth thing called "the dan he is with phil when they're at home and nobody is watching them" and i will not explain myself any further

[paidexp]

Dear Genshin fans

I rest my case

[temporaerthaervaerk]

Queerbaiting sucks... but

I find it so affirming as a person who struggles with their romantic orientatation. I just live for that state of not quite friends/not quite lovers.

Like yes, they are partners, yes, they live and die for eachother, yes, every other relationship they have loses all meaning compared to them. But also no, they haven't kissed, and they don't want to kiss, and yet, somehow, every single word, every single glance, every single touch carries so much meaning and conveys so much love because this amount of platonic love is usually unheard of and they don't want the other to misunderstand. And I just- aaah, it gives me so much hope and reminds me that romantic love isn’t the only type of love worth experiencing and showing on screen/paper.

I do wish it was done intentionally and wasn’t just a product of homophobia and capitalism. Like I really, really hate the reason I get this representation. Like, it also leaves a somewhat sour taste in my mouth, because I can see that if the world was more accepting, it would probably be a romantic relationship.

(I sometimes see people calling queercoding queerbaiting, and just to make it clear, that isn't what i'm talking about)

[milkcookiekin]

dogday comfort headcanons

- listen, after you saved him and catnap traumatized him, he definitely needs therapy. but he’s still great at being a therapist himself, believe it or not.

- first, he’ll pat your shoulder a little, but if you need more than that, he’ll hold your hand, and if you’re still not better, he’ll move to snuggling you.

- he’s all for letting you just vent and let out your emotions, and he’s giving you all the validation you need while letting you rest against him.

- if you just want to distract yourself, he’ll help you find a way to do so, usually by cuddling you and letting you rest on top of him.

- he’s probably one of the very few reasons as to why you haven’t lost your mind yet, and you’d like to keep it that way. he’s more than willing to be your therapist and your comfy pillow anyway..

“it’s ok Angel, just let it all out.. you’re allowed to be sad..” he whispers as he gently strokes your hair and gazes down at you with the sweetest, most loving eyes..

[steveahoi]

[googoogojob]

[chuuyaxsupremacy9]

Verlaine: so what are your interests?

Dazai: your brother

Verlaine, world's best assassin mode activated: what?

Dazai: the sun. the ocean. the moon

[redhoodie1723]

dream blunt rotation includes valtteri bottas btw

part 1 part 2

[miapcain]

Experiment with 3rd person controls

[radiance1]

Vlad owned a cookbook.

Keyword, owned.

But you see, it was far from an ordinary cookbook.

It was a bit magical in nature, not on any purpose of Vlad's part, despite being the one to make it. It was created a while after Vlad stopped having an obsession with Maddie and became on somewhat better terms with Jack, in which he decided to entirely ignore one Daniel Fenton.

Instead, he focused on creating the perfect cookbook that has ever graced the mortal plane. Made from the highest leather, the best finest paper and bound together with the best thread he could find.

All helpfully sourced from the Ghost Zone.

Of course, after all of that he had to, well, fill it with recipes.

He had multiple duplicates scouring the internet for various recipes, and since it's for personal use he doesn't have to care for copyright or whatever since it won't be used by anyone but him. While also looking around in the Ghost Zone for specific types of ghosts.

Mostly grannies.

Overtime and with help from his multiple duplicates his cookbook has quickly become filled up, though for some reason there seemed to be an endless number of pages left unfinished, doesn't matter since it's just more space.

Then he started to encounter the spirits of witches, wizards, warlocks, shamans. You get it.

He took recipes from them too, because when he meant this would be the greatest cookbook, he meant it, and what is potion making if not Alchemy, and what is Alchemy if not cooking?

So, after some time, with blood, sweat, and tears being poured into his book with recipes from everywhere and his own personal recipe along with few decorations here and there, making it look less like a common book and more like the prized treasure it truly is, and Vlad's work is finally complete.

The greatest cookbook to ever grace the mortal plane.

He went to sleep happy, woke up the next day happy, used his newfound cookbook happily and was overall having the greatest of times.

He also found out that his cookbook became sentient. Which is nice, because he can just call out a page and it'll flip right through to it, but he doesn't recall how it became sentient.

He's been watching it carefully before completion, and every time it came in contact with ectoplasm it never became sentient like the food the Fentons produce (And yes, living food is indeed within the endless pages of his book), so it maybe had something to do with the more magical recipes contained within.

Not that he cared, really, since it served it's purpose extremely well.

Except, a few months later, with a visit from the Fentons to his mansion, he finds he lost it.

Vlad, predictably, is in shambles.

Is it because his cookbook is a genuine danger to society if in the wrong hands?

No.

Perhaps because contained within its pages are high level alchemical recipes?

No.

Or maybe because there was a recipe to create some kind of potion to kill an immortal, make someone immortal, or reverse death? (Honestly he didn't even remember where he got that one)

Fuck no.

He's in shambles because he didn't even get to use a quarter of the recipes that weren't even his own.

Also, because it's became his technical technically both his son and best friend.

Who does he accuse first?

One Danny Fenton.

Because it only disappeared after Danny came to visit, and while he wouldn't put it past Jack to do something incredibly stupid, the man was nowhere near his book at the time!

Danny, predictably, is not at all amused.

Vlad then pesters him to go out and search for his missing greatest creation and doesn't stop until Danny agrees.

So, now Danny has to find a cookbook that can and probably is a genuine danger to society if someone decides to use the far less than normal recipes.

Also, why the fuck did Vlad even have them??

[lu-lus-duckies]

Since I can't submit videos as asks...

Anyway @nunalastor is this what your inbox looks like everyday?

How many cursed ask references have you noticed? I tried to combine as many as i could into one giant mess (featuring my horrendous voice as a bonus!)

[nell0-0]

The tragedy of missing someone who’s no longer there

I came across this poem in tiktok and brainrot went ‘submas submas submas’ so-

Here’s the whole poem!

You’re half here and half gone,

because I half love you

and I’ve half let you go.

You are in a state of limbo

I don’t know how to overcome:

half whole, half ghost,

half real, half not. 

Nobody taught me

how to love in fractions

(I am always all in),

so I am here standing

on the line of division:

half healing, half haunted. 

- Iron & Velvet: poetry for hearts breaking and blooming (by Stefanie Briar). 

[yourdaddyfigure]

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