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qxurugosk · 17 days
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Space Riders, I have a dare for you.
Draw your OCs in any of these positions, whatever fits them best.
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@onyxonline I fucking dare you.
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Challenge Time!!!
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pekodayz · 10 months
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omg best part about pulling an all nighter is when u uhhh realize u didn’t pack any ibuprofen. i have cramps . my world is ending. get me on the plane plz.
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beapsae · 2 years
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DESAFIO ALUNA PERFEITA | GILMORE GIRLS | THE SIMS 4
Oi gente! Criei esse desafio porque queria muito eu jogar assim. São várias regras que acho que vão deixar a gameplay muito divertida!
Basicamente, você pode morar em qualquer cidade e de início é uma Sim principal morando na casa dos pais. Os pais, aristocratas, querem que a filha tenha um futuro já definido, mas ela engravida no ensino médio e é expulsa de casa, tendo que criar a filha sozinha. Regras do desafio:
1) Sua Sim principal precisa ter o mesmo nome da filha. O que diferencia elas é o apelido. Exemplo: Lorelai Gilmore (mãe) e Rory Gilmore (filha).
2) O desafio começa com a mãe ainda morando na casa dos pais, adolescente e grávida, tendo que recomeçar a vida só com $1000 ao sair de casa. Os pais são aristocratas e milionários, mas não dão um tostão pra filha porque ela não quer se casar com o pai da criança.
3) Ao sair de casa, a Sim mãe tem que entrar na carreira de Arquiteta e criar a filha só com esse dinheiro. A única pessoa que ela pode namorar é o dono de uma cafeteria que elas frequentam todo dia (pode ser escolhida ou pode ser criada pra se parecer com a série caso o gamer tenha assistido). 
4) O objetivo principal do desafio é FAZER A SIM FILHA SER A ALUNA PERFEITA. Para isso, a mãe precisa:
4.a) Atingir nível 10 em Criação e Educação, Carisma e Mecânica;
4.b) Juntar o dinheiro necessário para elas se mudarem da casa inicial (os fundos de um celeiro) para uma casa com 3 quartos e bem mobilhada.
4.c) Tornar-se Boa Amiga da filha.
Enquanto isso, a FILHA precisa:
4.d) Ser ALUNA NOTA 10 no Ensino Fundamental, Médio e na Faculdade. O curso feito pela filha deve ser de Jornalismo ou algo parecido e ela deve entrar na carreira de Escritora.
REGRAS DO DESAFIO: 
1) Não é permitido a mãe casar-se com outro Sim e tomar seu dinheiro. CASO ela case-se com o dono da cafeteria, o gamer deve retirar o dinheiro trazido pela Família/Grupo. 
2) Como já dito, a filha precisa ser ALUNA NOTA 10 em todos os projetos de estudo além de participar de Grupos de Estudo na faculdade e trabalhar meio período no Ensino Médio apenas por Créditos Extras (pode ganhar salário ou não).
3) A filha pode namorar no Ensino Médio, mas NÃO pode se casar com nenhum namorado. Ela precisa terminar a faculdade e entrar em uma carreira SOLTEIRA. Os relacionamentos não podem continuar, ela deve focar só na carreira. 
4) A filha deve ter 1 melhor amiga, uma vizinha, que crescerá com ela desde a infância até a idade adulta. Essa amiga pode casar-se e, de preferência, ter filho na adolescência caso o gamer queira deixar parecido com a série.
5) A MÃE deve atingir as seguintes habilidades até o fim do desafio: - Nível 10 de Criação e Educação; Carisma; Mecânica. - Chegar no nível 10 da Carreira de Arquiteta.
6) A FILHA deve atingir as habilidades até o fim do desafio: - Nível 10 em Escrita; Carisma; Comédia; Lógica; Pesquisa e Debate.
7) NÃO é permitido dinheiro fora da carreira da mãe SENÃO pelos pais da mãe/avós da filha, que tem amizade negativa com a filha (Lorelai, no exemplo), mas um bom relacionamento com a neta (Rory, no exemplo). Eles podem oferecer dinheiro para a neta ir à faculdade caso necessário (ela não pode ter bolsa).
8) TODA SEXTA-FEIRA mãe e filha devem jantar na casa dos avós Gilmore, sem exceção. Caso uma sexta-feira uma das duas tenha compromisso a outra deve ir sem falta ou o desafio chega ao fim.
9) A filha deve ter TRÊS namorados durante a vida: um no Ensino Médio e dois na faculdade, mas não pode se formar namorando nenhum deles e nem se casar com nenhum. A menos que seja com o sósia do Jess rsrsrsr aí pode
10) A avó Gilmore deve ser insuportável e totalmente chata com tudo, mas apoiar a neta em suas decisões e reprovar tudo que a filha faz. 
11) O desafio segue a ordem cronológica de: Mãe (Lorelai no exemplo) grávida > saindo de casa e reconstruindo a vida > criando a filha > a filha indo à escola/faculdade > graduação da filha.
12) Todo dia o jantar deve ser COMPRADO ao invés de feito já que as duas são PÉSSIMAS de cozinha (habilidade baixa sempre).
13) A filha deve desenvolver OS VALORES DE CARÁTER: Responsável, Bem-Educada, Argumentativa e Emoções Descontroladas. Além disso, ela deve trair 2 de seus namorados.
O desafio é devidamente concluído se todas as regras forem seguidas e ao final a mãe estiver com as habilidades mencionadas corretas e a filha se formar sendo uma aluna exemplar. 
Caso você, gamer, faça o desafio, me mande DM aqui ou compartilhe com seu link no YouTube pra eu assistir!!! <3
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If anyone needs me i’m going to go sit with a stack of books and stack of comics 
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ibtisams · 3 months
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I'm sorry if you're tired of thinking about ofmd and that whole mess but goddamn... it's incredibly painful to see so many people trying to set up fundraisers to get their families out of gaza and the sudan and desperately trying to get their loved ones to safety, I've seen so many and everyday I check to see how much progress they've made, most of them still haven't hit their goal. It hurts to see people rally around a tv show and raise all this money for a billboard, and it's very frustrating to see how people have reacted to this criticism. Like bro tv shows get canceled sometimes there's more important stuff going on
Someone else said it better but to see a fundraiser for tv show renewal advertisements raise $20,000 in less than a day while it takes days/weeks/months/years/never for fundraisers for actual causes that help real people in need reach a goal of less is absolutely dystopian and shameful
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inkskinned · 7 months
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what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?
i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?
a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?
in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.
girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.
there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.
for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.
something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.
is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.
most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."
a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.
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uncanny-tranny · 7 months
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The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:
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red-signal · 10 months
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Wait I wish for you to attempt to identify me-
Squish/jumpscare anon
ok time to pull up the list of every mutual i guess 😭
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lilliangst · 10 months
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color wheel challenge but make it girlboss insanity
rest in pieces lilli lilliangst
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thevioletcaptain · 1 year
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i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.
it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.
it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)
it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.
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applestruda · 10 months
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Summer, Spring, Autumn, and Winter
(Aka hermit ladys as mucha's four seasons for week 3 of the design challenge)
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livwritesstuff · 2 months
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inspired by a nate bargatze sketch
Eddie’s least favorite thing people say when they find out he’s gay and married to a man is when they ask who the “man” of their house is, because…it’s fucking stupid and wouldn’t be funny even if it didn’t rely on patriarchal bullshit that Eddie didn’t buy into even before he and Steve had three daughters.
The thing is though…there definitely is a man of their house, and it’s Steve.
And if Steve isn’t home, it’s their oldest daughter, Moe.
Eddie knows this is true because there’s someone coming to their house to work on…something. All Eddie caught when Steve brought it up was, “We’ve been in this house for almost twenty years. I’d rather deal with it now than wait until it’s causing problems.”
So it’s either the roof, the water heater, or the furnace.
(He thinks).
Every once in a while Eddie gets frustrated enough about this to want to get more involved – he helped Wayne out with this shit all the time when he was a teenager, and he worked as a mechanic well into his twenties (up until he got his first book deal and was able to quit and write full-time). It’s not that Eddie can’t understand all that stuff – no, it’s Steve insisting that he take on all that kind of stuff in their life together so that Eddie didn’t have to that did it, and now it’s been so long since he exercised that part of his brain that it’s basically gone dormant.
The nail in the coffin is when Steve says, “If he shows up before I get back – do not engage. Get Moe. She knows what this is all about.”
She totally does, is the thing, so Eddie just replies, “Got it,” and prays that Steve gets home from the hardware store before the contractor arrives (is he a contractor? Eddie doesn’t think he even knows what a contractor is).
Naturally, not even five minutes after Steve pulls out of the driveway, a dark blue van pulls in.
“Ah, shit,” Eddie mumbles, and then he calls upstairs, “Moe. The guy Pop was talking about is here.”
Moe calls something incomprehensible back (hopefully it’s I’ll be down in a second) because by the looks of it this guy is already halfway to the front door.
Unfortunately for Eddie, Moe is not down in a second and he ends up in a conversation about water heaters with…not a contractor, he’s pretty sure. A plumber, maybe? Doesn’t matter – just a guy who’s gonna fix – or maybe it’s replace? – their water heater…for some reason.
“So where’s the heater?” the not-contractor-maybe-plumber asks.
“Uhh…” Eddie hesitates, and thank Christ, Moe appears at the top of the stairs.
“Basement,” she says, “Anode rod was replaced three years ago but the rest of it’s been there since we moved here in ‘04.”
The guy launches into a whole water heater spiel, and Eddie realizes halfway through he’s not trying to engage with Moe at all. He’s directing it all at Eddie as if Eddie is hearing anything more than Charlie Brown-esque phone call mumbling. He concludes with a question about…something related to tanks maybe? Or maybe it was tankless. Eddie has no idea. Moe answers it because she knows what the hell this guy is talking about, but still this asshole is looking at Eddie for confirmation.
“Dude, I dunno why you're looking at me,” Eddie tells him, and then he points at Moe, “My daughter works on airplanes. I write books. I'm telling you – you're better off listening to her.”
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sariphantom · 2 months
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Rise March Days 1 and 3: Gold + Underwater
I had a rough start so for now, I'm gonna combine some prompts together in order to play catch-up.
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Always at my trustworthy local library 🌟📖
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inkskinned · 5 months
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it isn't really complicated, but i still can't tell my grandma about it. my girlfriend is also my boyfriend and i'm her girlboyfriend and there are a lot of days this feels like smoothing sheets over a good mattress. it feels like getting a cup of good hot chocolate. we paint our nails lesbian flag pink, and i watch her eyelashes make shadows on her cheeks. she wants to kiss me because i am really good at baking, and i want to kiss her because when i am freaked out about how i spilled coffee, she just hands me extra napkins and helps me clean. he is so handsome i want to eat my fist. they once just winked at me and i couldn't talk for like the next fifteen minutes.
i haven't seen the L word and i was raised catholic. my earliest experiences with queer relationships were through harrowing conversations and hushed questions and blood on the ground. i didn't like boys soon enough. what, are you gay? asked to a 6th grader, almost like a demand.
when she is asleep next to me and i can feel the dreams run up and down her body, i pretend we are both somewhere in the stars. i like to picture a future full of fruit trees, and writing him poetry. sometimes she wakes up, has a whole conversation with me, goes back to sleep, and utterly forgets that we ever even spoke. she is always kind to me, even in that liminal half-there ghost. i like the croaked, raw way her voice sounds in the very-early morning, the way she always seems surprised i'm still here, and home.
on the internet, there are a lot of people who would be annoyed by both of us, and how labels must be pruned into orchids. a box has to hold and define the insides. people must be organized.
we went on a date last night, and the host said, oh, table for 2 nice ladies? neither of us are ladies, but also we are very much 2 nice ladies. i have been wearing her sweater nonstop. he has frequently been forced into wearing my taylor swift official merch quarter-zip because i was worried about him catching a chill, and you simply cannot be cool in an official taylor swift quarter-zip. do not worry: they listen to better music than i do, and their voice sounds like leaves falling.
i wear the skirts and makeup and i am better with spackle and know how to drive stick. recently someone commented on my work - you're just a man trying to reappropriate lesbian spaces. sometimes i feel like she is a clementine to me, and sometimes i feel like he is a german shepherd and sometimes i feel they are a bird. i like watching his hands over a guitar. can i write this poem, even? how can you be a lesbian if you're sometimes with a man? or you are the man?
how can i, huh. you know, our first date lasted 3 days. we'd been flirting for over a year before i finally asked her out. i'd already written her into poetry. she'd already written me into songs.
last night, in the late night, when they woke up again, confused about where they were, they said - oh, thank god. this is your arm. there's just something so precious to me about the specifics, the denotation that the arm was (thank god!) mine. i really liked that definition. i liked the obvious relief because i understand it.
i say yeah, i have a partner. i mean - oh. thank god. it's your arm.
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