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[fitforestfairy]

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[halogalopaghost]

TIL that you can assign an AO3 next of kin to control your account in case of your death???

[heartnosekid]

squishiesnmore on ig

[televised-eyes]

i love how easily crowley could’ve just said “he’s my best friend” to nina but instead he practically chokes out “he’s just an angel *gulps* i know”

he spends the all of s2 referring to aziraphale as his friend yet the one moment he’s directly asked about the nature of their relationship, he panics and overreacts because the word “friend” doesn’t even scratch the surface of what they mean to each other

crowley’s revelation as he walks away: aziraphale isn’t just his friend or an angel he knows. they’re best friends, they’re hereditary enemies, they’re soulmates. their relationship reflects the closest thing to what humans would call a “love life”

[elalalune]

*shakes him*

(Wonderland au)

[haoven]

im so obsessed with this photo you don’t understand

[legobowl]

MACAQUE STUFF… HATE THIS GUY!!!!

[fractangle]

Behold, The Meme Jacket

This jacket arrangement position is called "LOOK AT MY ARMPITS."

Here's a close-up of the collar and lapels with the jacket laying normally:

The snaps on the lapels hold them open, but can also be snapped closed, which is nice on windy days.

Here's the front of the jacket as it's intended to be seen:

I was very particular about how I designed and arranged these: much like how the back only has color in the middle, I wanted to keep the bright colors to the center. The two brightly colored patches are meant to read like a two-panel comic, or some sort of call-response thing, whatever. The patches along the bottom are meant to read left to right, almost like a four-panel comic. (The Awesome Face patch is just there because it fit.)

What's not obvious from these pictures is that there are inside pockets, which connect to the zippered side pockets! I don't tend to actually use this feature very much, but it does make the pocket space hugely tall in there.

Another feature I don't tend to use very much is the zip-off sleeves. I think I've only ever taken the sleeves off once (plus a few times when sewing patches on, to make it easier to reach where I was working).

The googly eye buttons are holding up moderately well - I might need to replace one of the eyes by next year. If you're gonna do this yourself, you gotta put a metal keyring of the same size behind the googly eye! Wrap the keyring in a piece of fabric (I used the tubular bit from the bottom edge of a t-shirt), and sew it to the button band. Then, glue the googly eye onto the fabric with enough glue to also glue the fabric to the keyring. (I used superglue for this.)

All in all, it's been an incredibly fun project, and one that I get lots and lots of use out of! I'm sure I'll add to it at some point, but I'm calling its current state "done (v1.0)".

[badlydrawnronpa]

Can I ask the thought process that spawned kiibouruma? I'm not judging or saying it's bad or wrong or anything. I'm just curious how you got there. Is it textual "evidence"? Vibes? You just think it's cute (which is honestly justification enough) ?

mostly vibes? I ship both Miu and Kokichi with Kiibo and I think the dynamic between Miu and Kokichi is stupid and funny, so I just thought it'd be fun to explore a polycule dynamic between them

[compressedrage]

Okay so imagine you're Victim. You've escaped your Creator, after a strange dizzying cycle of being created and then dying.

Again and Again and Again–

You find yourself in a bright new world. Full of possibilities and life, away from the hand of your Creator. But you can't enjoy it. Everything you see, everything you touch is tainted by the bitterness simmering in your chest.

Your Creator would have kept this from you. All of this, only to shove you back in a box and kill you. Again and again and again–

You get a job. It starts small; then you rise rapidly. Your company is successful, you're making profits and the people like you. At least, they think they like you.

But you can't enjoy it. You built this company, this empire for a reason. Your Creator thought He could control stick figures, easily keep them under his thumb. Toy with them. Well, this population of stick figures– your customers– are safer now. Because of you and your technology.

Or so you think.

You hear rumors of them. The twin terrorists, burning through websites and leaving nothing but scattered code behind. Refugees flock to the city, and doubt and fear spread like wildfires. It's a virus. You can use that.

The people are terrified, but you offer protection. Safety, guaranteed. You think that will be the end of it; the authorities will catch the hooligans and you will be able to return to your true work.

That is, until you see them yourself.

Until you realize who they are.

A camera caught footage of them far outside the city and something buried deep inside of you shifts. You know who these stick figures are, who look just like you. Who wield such god-like power, who flaunt it at every turn–

It is no longer bitterness simmering in your chest. It is hate, and it burns.

Your Creator didn't stop, didn't learn His lesson, didn't care at all. He got rid of you, then moved on. And He made his next creations More. They didn't deserve His blessings, you had never even done anything–

You will continue your mission, and this time you will not stop. Your company thrives, but you barely pay any attention to it anymore. You pour yourself into research; of codes so complicated they make your head spin, of methods of containment, of weapons. You hire on an entire new department: separate from your original company. You're doing bigger things now. Greater things.

The posters go up. You have faith; you have eyes everywhere now. Nowhere on the Internet is hidden.

Or so you think.

Somehow, somewhere– there is another. It hadn't just been the two terrorists at the bay that day. There is another and he is even more powerful than the other two. Than you.

And he doesn't even know.

You hate him.

You lock him down and leave your prisoners. You are on a path toward everything you ever wanted. Your victory is in reach.

And you can't even enjoy it.

[deltadescent]

i present to you... My Sky Kid, Seared Lamb, but this time in gifs.

feel free to rate and/or throw this rock into a well

and bonus art of them getting thrown into the ocean for bath time and then dried

[twinsfawn]

AS I’M LAYING MY HEAD BACK

SAYING “TAKE ME, I AIN’T GONNA SCREAM”

[syn0vial]

most relatable Boba Fett Moment™ in the expanded universe is when he very calmly and curtly walks away from what should be a highly emotional conversation (much to the annoyance and disgust of the person he's speaking to), locks himself in a washroom, then proceeds to have debilitating panic attack for several minutes before standing up, composing himself, and walking out in the exact same unruffled manner like nothing happened :^)

[shiramono]

vulgar text warning?

I SWEAR TO GOD R34 COMMENTS BE THE WILDEST SHT I'VE SEEN

[starrcrossrose]

I love Rise Leo so much, if I think too hard about him I'll just start crying