#double oof

[anerdindenver]

#anerdindenver #these are a few of my favorite things #riae #alex mucci #oof #double oof #quadruple oof if i'm being honest lol

[boobsuberalles]

#anna kochanius #oof #double oof #just so fucking hot

[cantsayidont]

June/July 1971. A vital aspect of Jack Kirby's original Fourth World books is that they were, for all their strangeness, often urgently topical. There's no more forceful example than THE FOREVER PEOPLE #3, which introduces the sinister Glorious Godfrey, preacher of the church of Anti-Life. Godfrey was inspired by Evangelical preacher Billy Graham, and Kirby's feelings about him were not subtle:

Oof. A crowd of blank-eyed, self-stigmatized believers, eager to surrender their individual will in pursuit of scapegoats upon whom to vent their rage. As we'll see, this is a call and response, part of a sermon by Glorious Godfrey:

In later, non-Kirby appearances of Godfrey and the Justifiers, DC has presented Godfrey as having supernatural powers of persuasion and the Justifier helmets as electronic mind control devices that can immediately overcome the wills of even determined anti-authoritarian types like Oliver Queen. Kirby walks a finer line in this story: Godfrey is using his high-tech pipe organ (pictured above left) to drive his believers into an ecstatic frenzy and "stimulate the brute instincts." However, everyone in his church is there because they believe in his horrifying message: "Life will make you doubt! Anti-Life will make you RIGHT!"

As for the Justifiers, the helmets in this story don't work by Mad Hatter-derived mind control circuitry, but by something much scarier: the promise of power in anonymity.

Godfrey's Justifier captain, for one, may be a dupe, but he's clearly not mind-controlled:

Godfrey's facial expressions in this story make the skin crawl. Look at his unctuous smile, full of utter contempt! Kirby, who watched a lot of TV while drawing, had undoubtedly seen Billy Graham's televised sermons, and the revulsion he obviously felt is palpable here.

This is a harrowing story — the Justifiers murder, bomb, burn books, and round up whole neighborhoods of "Others" to be carted off to concentration camps run by Darkseid's henchman DeSaad — but perhaps its most unexpected twist is the revelation that at the end of the day, Godfrey is really just a huckster. He sells Anti-Life, but not only is his pitch not driven by the supernatural force of the will-destroying Anti-Life Equation Darkseid is seeking, Godfrey doesn't really even believe the Equation exists.

Kirby draws an important contrast between Godfrey's church and the Source Wall on New Genesis, where Highfather receives the word of the Source directly, written in fiery letters by the disembodied hand of the Uni-Friend. In THE NEW GODS #1, Orion declares, "The moving hand appears! The Source gives us the irrevocable counsel!" Highfather corrects him, saying, "But it does not decide! The right of choice is ours! That is the Life Equation!"

The central conflict in Kirby's Fourth World saga, then, is not good versus evil, or belief versus nonbelief — it's choice versus subjugation, Life versus Anti-Life. Those who would remove or willfully abandon that choice are servants of Anti-Life. This is something later writers have dropped or obfuscated (particularly Jim Starlin, who can't resist filtering Kirby's Jewish ideas through his own lapsed-Catholic world view), but it's the conceptual spine of the Kirby stories.

#comics #forever people #fourth world #new gods #jack kirby #vince colletta #glorious godfrey #darkseid #“it can only be induced through inventive selling” #double oof

[deadlybunmun]

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted on here but I tried using water colors and posca pens and well this came to be, honestly I’m bad at watercolors, since I like to control where my colors go and stuff eheh but ye two cute cats

#muns art #mun #art #oof #ye #my art #muns ok art #random art #Mun tries watercolor #watercolor paint fail #I don’t like how this turned out #cute #cute cats #but yea #double oof

[blonde-fraumell]

Thought I'd post these. Kinda forgot about them. Sun and Moon keychain I made for a friend. This was back before I became obsessed with these two

#fnaf sun #fnaf sb #fnaf moon #five nights at freddy's security breach #keychain #fanart #fnaf #i might make myself one now but with updated appearance #need to make the other characters too #made the Fnaf 1 gang #but lost them #oof #edit: i also made a Glam Fred #but don't know if I should post it #double oof #fraumell art

[dumbassacademia]

I’ve now lost three of my office keys for work in the time I’ve been here

I sis definitely find one and give it to my boss at some point and I think it might be in the office somewhere but

jfc

#very stressed #my immediate thought is that he’s gonna fire me #but I don’t actually think that’s gonna happen #however I feel intensely guilty and embarrassed #and that will probably take a while to pass #oof #not academia #work stuff #it’s sitting in the car doing breathing exercises hours #bc my boss isn’t gonna be in for another like #30-45 minutes #double oof

[someday-maybe-chunky]

Was getting a lot of comments on my weight when I visited my family on Thursday, I wonder why

#my belly #Oof the double chin in the beginning #already ate all the leftovers from 3 different thanksgivings #gonna eat till the sweatshirts can't hide this gut anymore

[idrawgaystffs]

Made this for Day 1 of Portal Drawtober: “Portal 1 or Portal 2?”

(Guess it also applies to day 2: Favorite character? Cause I Live for GLaDOS!)

Why not both?! I really like Portal 2 of course with it’s more in-depth story and of course our Queen of Aperture’s newer model!

This was an attempt to make a mixed bag version of GLaDOS with a more logical bridge between the games

(Prompt List by @chelltastic)

#my art stff #portal drawtober 2023 #portal 2 #portal GLaDOS #portal fanart #portal #was in a rush to post his before a class but now commentary in the tags!! #ok so I was originally planing to do a full turnaround since each side seemed interesting enough to get an angle of the basics: front. left. #right. and back #but I Got Tired last night so I just finished the front and her left today during my lunch #miiiight do the other two (four actually since there’s two of her double the work yeesh) sometime later #but I really like how these 4 angles can put regardless! #can put -> came out* #heh also the note at the top says she fell on her head oof #that’s my quota for the week of portal drawtober #I’m pretty busy this and next week though so no promises just hopes to get something out on someday next week #besides procrastination doodles though #but I want to Try for these drawtober prompts #after all they are so great #/genuine :) #okay byeee till I self reblog tomorrow!! #my art

[loganslowdown4]

~Doing a crossword together~

Remus: What’s a 9-letter word for ‘betrayal’?

Virgil: Treacher—

Janus: *interrupting* Virgil.

Virgil:

Remus: It, um, it doesn’t fit…

Janus: *with conviction* VIR-GIL.

#oof never cross a double crossing snake apparently lol #thomas sanders #sanders sides #incorrect sanders sides #janus sanders #ts janus #remus sanders #ts remus #virgil sanders #ts virgil #anxceit #Demus #dukexiety #platonic ships

[leafatlaw]

“You and me dancing the two cowboy waltz”

ID in alt and I colored version under the cut.

#trafficshipping #traffic smp #traffic series #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #oof I don’t know how to tag for these guys #sparrow scribbles #double life #double life fanart #team rancher #rancher duo #solidaritygaming #oh my god these tags feel excessive #I’ve got traffic shipping and ranchers I think that’s good enough #solidaritek #Thank you friends for helping me tag :)))) <333

[anerdindenver]

This split tongue is so fucking hot. 100% the top sex thing on my bucket list is a blowjob from a partner with a tongue split

#a nerd in denver #oof #double oof #split tongue

[boobsuberalles]

#oof #double oof

[toastshark]

Hanging out with fairies- nightlight

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(Click for better quality)

Aka the companion drawing to this one! I think the lighting turned out pretty good for my skill level :D Constructive criticism is always appreciated, though!

(The water‘s based off this amazing tutorial here)

#legend of zelda #loz tp #twilight princess #twilight princess fanart #zelda fanart #tp link #toastshark drawings #summing up to a total of 15:62h and 88 layers #oof #most of them are just different variations of shading but still #wasn’t sure wether or not to put both versions into the same post or separate them like I did now #since this feels a bit baity #but putting them together always makes the whole post look so gigantic #so hope no one‘s too annoyed by this double post

[dante-winning-archive]

wanting to yell about dmc anime vs needing to write for nanowrimo

#archivist post #I didn't write yesterday so I have double to do today oof #THAT TEASER THO

[vapaus-ystavyys-tasaarvo]

Alright, notes on 1.1.10 for Les Mis Letters:

"a former member of the Convention"

The Convention here refers to the National Convention which governed France through the first years of the First Republic (from September 1792 to November 1795). This was an eventful period which involved some massive progressive reforms for the time, various interesting experiments such as coming up with a new calendar, a new form of religion and the metric system, as well as the trial and execution of the former king and queen, and of course the famous Reign of Terror.

The Convention did some genuinely good things like abolished slavery (until Napoleon RE-ESTABLISHED IT BECAUSE HE SUCKS) but obviously also some extremely questionable things.

The Convention was abolished in 1795 and replaced by the much more conservative Directory.

"when people called each other thou"

The Hapgood translation tends to use the very archaic thou to translate the French pronoun tu. French (like most languages) has two words for "you": tu in singular and vous in plural. Vous is also used in place of tu as a form of polite address. In this era tu was actually used in very limited circumstances.

I won't get deeper into this topic because I would need to do more research into the specifics but generally speaking, in this era, the general use of tu for everybody in all contexts was seen as ideological and radical. I don't actually know how common it actually was among the radicals, I'm not a FRev expert.

The "citizen" thing definitely was a thing though.

"How did it happen that such a man had not been brought before a provost’s court, on the return of the legitimate princes?"

This indicates that we must be at least as far as the year 1814 now. The words of the Conventionist seem to confirm this date, although it's a bit ambiguous; it could also be later. I would assume that it wouldn't be later than 1815, but apparently the law that exiled the "regicides" wasn't passed until 1816, so idk, maybe this does take place later actually! In that case this episode would come chronologically after The Fall, which is the next book.

"The legitimate princes" would mean Louis XVIII and Charles the Count of Artois, the younger brothers of the overthrown Louis XVI. Louis XVIII was put on the throne by the Allies after Napoleon's defeat in 1814. (The reason why Louis XVIII is called the "eighteenth" rather than the "seventeenth" will be explained soon.)

The Bourbon Restoration, as this return of the royal family to the throne is called, was not a complete return to the pre-revolution system; there was a new constitution (the Charter of 1814) which at least in theory limited the king's power, and the Napoleonic Code was kept as the basis of the legal system.

The reception of Louis XVIII varied, and a lot of people obviously weren't happy that he was placed on the throne by foreigners who France had only just been at war with, but this is the South which was generally more royalist. (This reminds me, I should relisten to the 1814-1815 episodes of the Siècle podcast...)

"'93!"

I already talked about the year 1793 earlier so I won't repeat all that now

“Louis XVII.?”

(CW: child abuse)

As a royalist Myriel refers to the son of the former king as "Louis XVII". According to the royalists, at the moment of Louis XVI's death his son automatically became Louis XVII, despite never being crowned king. This is why the actual next king, Louis XVIII, is called the eighteenth. (As a recap: Louis XVIII was "Louis XVII's" uncle)

Little Louis died in captivity in 1795, at the age of ten. In the autopsy it was discovered that his body was horrifically scarred due to physical abuse.

"the brother of Cartouche"

Cartouche (1693-1721) was a famous highwayman and a folk hero, eventually caught and executed in 1721. I don't know much about him but now I kinda want to look more into it. His little brother Louis AKA Louison was hanged two years later as an accomplice despite being only about 15 (meaning he would have been only about 13 at most when he was supposedly being an accomplice to his brother.)

"fleur de lys"

⚜ The heraldic symbol of the French monarchy:

Supposedly representing a lily but apparently it might actually be an iris, idk.

"Bossuet chanting the Te Deum over the dragonnades?"

Bossuet was the bishop of Meaux 1681-1704, and a famous orator. He will come up again later in Les Mis.

The Dragonnades were part of Louis XIV (the Sun King)'s persecution campaign against the Huguenots.

Te Deum laudamus is a hymn and the title means "we praise thee, God".

"Carrier is a bandit; but what name do you give to Montrevel? Fouquier-Tainville is a rascal; but what is your opinion as to Lamoignon-Bâville? Maillard is terrible; but Saulx-Tavannes, if you please? Duchêne senior is ferocious; but what epithet will you allow me for the elder Letellier? Jourdan-Coupe-Tetê is a monster; but not so great a one as M. the Marquis de Louvois."

.... Okay I'm not gonna bother with all of these. Skip!

"the Abbey of Sainte Claire en Beaulieu, which I saved in 1793"

Several religious buildings were torn down during the Revolution, apparently the Conventionist spoke in favour of preserving this one? I don't actually know which abbey this is though or if this is a more specific reference. I can't be bothered to do any more research either tbh

According to an annotation on my edition of the novel, this might be an allusion to Hugo's father saving convents in Italy.

"those who despise it in a cap revere it in a hat.”

The red cap they're talking about is the Phrygian cap, which was worn by emancipated slaves in ancient Rome and which thus became a symbol of the Revolution (as it was a symbol of liberty). The cap is famously still worn by Marianne, the anthropomorphic personification of France.

The red hat Myriel alludes to, I assume means the galero, a wide-brimmed hat worn by cardinals. I could be wrong though, let me know if you have a better idea!

#les mis letters #myriel #god this got long #oof #im exhausted now xD #i hope there aren't mistakes bc i don't have the energy to double check this

[majickth]

Future-Tense Ghosts • [1] [2] [3]

Jimmy is the canary in the coal mine.

No matter the game, no matter the circumstances, he is fated to be the first to die.

He only wishes that, even for a moment, he gets a chance to live.

—

Death never comes easy.

Sometimes it’s quick, there and gone before he can even notice; most of the time, if he’s unlucky — which he often is — it’s slow, grueling, painful. Regardless of how it goes, Jimmy can no longer bring himself to be surprised.

He’s the cloud on the horizon, the albatross hanging from the mast, the domino pushed by a knife.

Jimmy Solidarity is the canary in the coal mine, and he will always be the first to die.

He finds no exception when the enderman takes off after him in a flurry of purple sparks, claws digging into his back and sending him crashing into a tree. A part of him is resigned to his fate (no food, no armor, no shield), but he still fights. He fights.

Because this time he’s not alone. This time, he actually has someone to come back to, to keep safe, to hold onto. He has an actual chance —

Until the enderman’s claws find purchase, and Jimmy is falling, falling, falling once more.

—

“You know, bar our arsonist neighbors and the constant threat of death, I could get used to this.”

A light rain covers the ranch in petrichor and mist. From the furnace, a tea kettle, bruised and battered from being bartered around, whistles until Tango plucks it up from the stovetop. For the first time in a long time, it’s calm. No threats of their house burning down, no stolen animals, no fights.

The view is nice from where Jimmy sits by the window, and Tango is quick to join him with two mugs of piping hot dandelion tea. It’s not much, more so hot water with hastily gathered flowers from the nearby woods and bits of leaves still floating on the top, but it’s warm and it’s pleasant and it’s a reminder that he’s being taken care of.

It’s nice.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” Jimmy murmurs. He catches Tango’s expression and quickly adds, “I mean, the ranch. The view. This…whatever this is between us. Not this, y’know…death game.”

“Don’t worry. I know exactly what you mean.” Tango matches Jimmy’s smile with his own toothy grin. “It’s nice having a buddy around for once. It makes all this less lonely.”

“Mate, you’re just being too nice.” Jimmy shakes his head and lifts the mug. It’s too hot to drink, but he enjoys the warmth regardless. “I just wish I could be a better soulmate.”

It’s a quiet remark, meant more for himself than for his partner. But he doesn’t need to lower the mug to notice Tango’s expression. Worry, concern, a strange veil of determination. Those red eyes burn into Jimmy’s chest, and he keeps the mug up a little while longer.

“You,” Tango speaks softly, “are the best soulmate I could’ve asked for. And I wouldn’t ask for anyone else.”

“Tango—“

“Jimmy.”

And Jimmy’s chest clenches. Tango slips his hand into Jimmy’s, squeezing ever so gently. He’s warm. Warm like the tea, like the fire in the hearth, like the twin heartbeats beating in Jimmy’s chest. Jimmy squeezes back.

“I’m glad that I have you,” Tango says, and he means it. “And I know that, no matter what happens, we’re gonna make it out of this together. Alright?”

Jimmy wants to warn him. To pull away, to whisper prepared apologies, to bury himself because he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows.

Instead, he leans into Tango, enjoying the presence of someone at his side even if it’s for a moment, ignoring the death knolls ringing in the back of his head.

—

It’s not fair.

Nothing is fair.

He was so close. He had friends. He had Tango. He was happy.

Is it crueler if he wasn’t?

He doesn’t care. It’s fate, destiny, the universe. Its very strings are of the same kind that stitch hearts together, that weave in hues of green and yellow and red. It binds him, chokes him, drags him down into the depths of evermore.

He is inevitable. This was always meant to happen, regardless of what he wanted. It was always going to end up this way.

It only hurts more knowing that he took someone else down with him. Not just someone — Tango. His friend. His soulmate.

A necessary sacrifice. He had his own role to fill. Two birds, one stone.

He didn’t even have the chance to say sorry. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Better off that he didn’t. It’s temporary. All of this wasn’t meant to last. Just another rule in a game that always changed.

He can still feel the string winding itself into his very being. Bits of his soul pulled apart, threading the universe’s needle, and seamlessly wrap around another. It’s a stitch held together by pressure, but at the slightest tug—

He feels it unraveling. He feels the threads pulling, unwinding, gently guided back into place by a steady hand. The secondary heartbeat, so intertwined with his own, grows so faint.

It’s not fair.

Jimmy wants to scream it. The universe thrums with gentle sympathy, but it’s not enough.

It’s not fair.

The threads keep pulling, pulling, pulling—

Until Jimmy grips the thread and pulls back.

”This isn’t fair.”

The thrumming, once gentle like a mother’s embrace, immediately stops, and all too suddenly he is far too aware of how cold this inbetween place it. Not physically, but metaphysically, seeping into his very being. Pins prick into his soul.

“I just want to be happy.”

Jimmy holds fast and pulls and the thread grows taut.

“I don’t want to be weak.”

The string will not break. Jimmy knows that fate, destiny, the universe — whatever — wouldn’t allow it. So he keeps pulling. Until the needles pierce his soul, until his spirit is frayed, until he is finally happy. Jimmy pulls—

“I don’t want to die!”

And for the first time, the universe gives.

—

In some ways, it’s like falling backwards. Only you’ve started from the ground, and the only way now is to go up, up, up—

—

—and crash into noise with the velocity of a falling star.

”Do something!”

”Do what? I don’t know what to do!”

”Get them! Don’t let them get away!”

“No—“

He’s running.

Why is he running? Why is he yelling, cheering, roaring with a sourceless bloodlust?

Why is he—

Warm. He’s warm. And his heart beats in unison with something very present and real and alive.

Jimmy is alive.

It’s not like waking up from a dream, so much as it’s like being forcibly grabbed and _yanked_ through a window. Sudden and loud and there’s a rush—

“—my, are you there, man? Jimmy?”

And there’s people. And he’s standing still. And he’s not yelling or cheering, but just standing at the precipice of a crevice, eyes blankly staring at what essentially amounts to a pit trap. He barely even registers the sounds of a hundred mobs, let alone Ren nudging his side.

“I—Huh?” Jimmy blinked hard, his awareness trickling in bit by minute bit. “Uh, sorry, I’m just…I’m great! I’m doing perfect fine!”

“Fine? You should be feeling more than fine!” Joel isn’t as gentle as Ren, the shorter man practically scrambling to join them at the crevice. His laughter, high and mocking and sharp with malicious delight, grows only as he slaps Jimmy on the back and peers down at the mobs below. “Grian and Scar are gone, which means no greenies left. It’s easy pickings from here, boys!”

A cheer raises up from the gathered band of red-named hellions, but Jimmy stays quiet.

He stares down at the hole, at the monsters lurking below, at the scattered items left behind by their formerly green victims, and…and he knows this part. Knows the adrenaline rush, the pride before the fall. He knows his inventory lacks food, his shield is barely held together with duct tape and hope, that his soulmate is elsewhere completely oblivious. He knows precisely what’s going to happen next with startling vividness because he’s lived this, and the deja vu is enough to nearly knock him off his feet.

The only difference now is that he’s not going to die.

“Oi, idiot.” Joel’s snide remark doesn’t even bother him, not this time, as he’s nudged on the shoulder. “You alright? You’ve got this funny look in your eye. You’re not pulling a Pearl, are you?”

Jimmy is slow to smile, and when he does it’s as fractured as the earth below him. “Didn’t you hear me, Joel? I’m fantastic. In fact…I’ve never felt more alive.”

#told yall id post the Groundhog Day AU lmao #even it’s uuuuh #*checks* three months late? oof #I’ve got a bit more but I’ll post it at a later time #trafficblr #double life #double life fic #double life fanfic #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #tangotek #trafficshipping #mcyt #mcytblr #team rancher #rancher duo #majickthwrites