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*BLOONS TD 5!!!!!

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Hi, I am Kim. Freelance Illustrator & Concept Artist. I really like that one skull-faced dude a lot. portfolio : KIM-HU.COM mail: hello @ kim-hu.com insta: kim__hu twitter: elbowrocket twitch: kim__hu patreon: kimhu tipjar: kim_hu prints: INPRNT store

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thank god for people making waffle houses In Infinite forge

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Graveyard Cat

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nothing weve posted are even firecrackers compared to this fucking atomic bomb of a post

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nothing weve posted are even firecrackers compared to this fucking atomic bomb of a post

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Fighting a giant snake in space: sure. 

Fighting a giant snake in space during a raging space thunderstorm? A bit more difficult.

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*what the fuck does this mean 😭😭

You may no longer have the potential to bring about the apocalypse, but I'm sure you'd be able to kill a great many people before being blown into oatmeal :)

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You may no longer have the potential to bring about the apocalypse, but I'm sure you'd be able to kill a great many people before being blown into oatmeal :)

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A sincere request from someone who has spent her entire adult life wishing people had kept better records…

In the coming weeks and months… RECORD WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Start a journal, take photos, keep a video diary, make a daily blog post, jot a few notes down in a day planner, whatever!

It is not very often that you can be certain that you’re living in a time that historians will study in detail.

The nightly news can tell us the facts, twitter can tell us the larger cultural trends, but no one can keep an accurate record of your daily life and honest thoughts during this crisis but you.

Are you scared to death? Write it down.

Are you still thinking this is being blown out of proportion? Write it down.

Are you still being forced to work and are pissed as hell about it? Write it down.

Did you see someone do something kind that made you smile? Write it down.

Is your grocery store completely out of toilet paper? Take a picture.

Is your normally bustling neighborhood eerily empty? Take a video.

Did you see a really funny plague joke on twitter? Write it down so you/your grandkids and/or future historians can have a laugh.

I have never successfully kept a journal in my entire life, but I’ve been keeping one since the 10th. Nothing fancy. Just a summary of my day in quarantine, what my family’s up to, today’s news and my current thoughts.

Even if it’s only for you to look back on this time honestly, without the bias of hindsight, you won’t regret doing it.

Future historians will thank you.

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We Go Out

The news was getting worse. The ADVENT initiative was cracking down on resistors and people were getting afraid. Faith in XCOM was dropping and in one hidden safehouse, a point was reached.

A question was asked.

“Why do you keep fighting?”

It was a simple and honest question, one born of desperation and fear. ‘Why keep fighting when we can only lose’ asks the one who has lost too much. ‘Why keep fighting if they are too big’ asks the one who has always been small. ‘Why keep fighting if we aren’t going to change anything’ asks the one unable to take control.

These questions have been asked time and time again, but today someone answered.

“Because of an oath I swore long ago.” an XCOM operative replied, his box of medicine woefully under-equipped to deal with the massive bullet hole in a small child’s side. “It was not an oath of enlistment with my right hand raised or an oath to my service. It was an oath to every person in need.” As he finished doing what he could, he moved on. His legs nearing collapsed as he blinked spots away from his eyes. The trio of bullets in his side cried out in pain, trying to force him to rest. But he still had work to do.

“I swore on a little blue book that I would not give up on a cause unless I tried and was killed during the attempt. When storms ground the greatest air force of the world, when waves trap the navy to their moorings, when snow keeps the army from marching, there will come a call. A call for help.” He finished up cleaning a festering wound and stood proud for the watching group, his arms shaking in pain, but proud.

“A call that no one else would hear. I could pretend I could not hear it. I could pretend it was impossible to do so I shouldn’t. But I won’t.”

The XCOM medic took a step forward as blood seeped through the haphazard bandage under a damaged flak vest. Everyone took a step back, not out of fear, but respect for the sheer aura of command this man held.

“I swore, with Mother Nature as my witness and my crew as my confidants, that I would provide aid.” His voice never rose but power and distilled determination flowed off his weary shoulders. “I swore to be always ready for the call, so when the winds turn against me and the seas try to sink me, I would go out. So that when Death himself tells me, ‘this one is mine,’ I would be there to wrench that victim from his clutches. Before I was XCOM, I was part of the United States Coast Guard. And We. Go. Out.”

On the table a radio called out. An ADVENT force had ambushed an XCOM medical supply shipment and they had wounded and dead. They called for support, reinforcements and help.

The man, the medic, the XCOM operative just shifted his vest and grabbed his rifle after hearing that radio.

“I go out” were his last words to us before he went through that door one more time. Wounded, tired, dirty and bleeding… He went out.

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my art may never be as good as i want it to be, but i have hands and a pencil and i will make that everyone else’s problem

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a frat boy criticizing gender norms? you love to see it.

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*walks into a psychology lecture wearing a tshirt with freud’s face on it that says “THIS GUY IS A FUCKING IDIOT” in sparkly bold type*

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there’s a decent amt of neurologists who’ve called the sleep schedules we’re obligated to be on despite flagrant conflict with our natural circadian rhythms “borderline torture” and the work hours we’re expected to put in despite the fact that the average person can only maintain maximal efficiency and focus for 3 hours at a time “nearly inhumane” and i think about that a lot