Sonic having unexpected bits of secondhand expertise that he gets from his friends:
His coding skills wouldn't last a single second against anyone actually competent but he can hack Shadow's Netflix password every time it changes.
He knows how to brew a perfect cup of tea and also how to bake exactly one (1) cake.
Around the specific latitudes that Angel island tends to float around in he goes looking for a particular kind of edible plant that a certain someone showed him how to identify. He likes to snack on it when he's bored.
He's able to estimate the value of a piece of jewelry based off the quality of the gem. Knows the difference between a 'karat' and a 'carat'.
He can look at bullet holes and have a decent guess at the caliber of the gun that shot them. He could also, in a pinch, fully disassemble a HK45 Tactical pistol and put it back together again.
Fishing. You get the idea.
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I am soooooo susceptible to a good soundtrack. I don't even like FPS games but the Ultrakill music has me looking at the Steam page thinking "well it can't be that bad, right?"
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Someday I will be brave and coherent and make a post about this that is perfect and clear and makes sense. But for now I'll just be upset. Thinking about normal it is for people to talk about how they think people that look like me are ugly or joke that they would never be friends with someone that looks like me (to my face!) and expect me to laugh at it. And how I do. I laugh at it because what else am I going to do? Cause a scene? Get upset at my friends? Over something that is so insignificant in the face of actual fucking prejudice? I've only asked someone to stop treating me this way once. Recently, as I've been getting more and more fed up with the shit people say. They didn't believe people even said things like that. "Are you sure it wasn't a joke?" They ask. Of course I know it was a joke. I bet they thought they were really funny. In fact, it was just SO hilarious when a whole group of people on a trip with me went the whole two weeks calling me a mean nickname behind my back, not even bothering to learn my real one because of it. I remember you Jacob, Alan, Peter, Catalina. I still remember your fucking names. My friends believed people didn't really say stuff like that. A week later one friend interrupted the other as she was making a joking comment about it. Two weeks later, a male friend said something even meaner, and the helpful friend's eyes widened, before saying nothing. Another friend was in stitches laughing as the boy she liked compared me to one disliked celebrity after another. She had him come over and tell the joke to me, but I've heard them all before.
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annnnnd 18 with arannie?? Feel free to ignore any and all of these prompts tho; have a good day in the meanwhile lynnie 💕💕💕
Ara & Annie.
#3 THINGS YOU SAID WHEN THE SUN WAS SHINING. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Not accepting anymore.
"I never told you this. But, the bracelet I gave you. I bought it years ago, even before meeting you. I feel a little silly about this...but.. " There is a smile on her lips, not embarrassed nor ashamed, surprisingly at peace with a piece of her past she has never shared yet was about to. The sun was bright over their heads as they were lying down in the grass, in the summer. "My mother. When she wasn't being fully herself, when she was losing a little bit of her mind, she wasn't so kind to me. Saying that..." She pauses, her voice, slow and tranquil and deep. "I was just like her. Saying nobody would want to love me, that nobody would want to be my friend, that Us, Jung women were like the plague. Unlikeable. I wanted to prove her wrong, I wanted to prove her wrong so badly that I bought two bracelets - these friendship bracelets girls my age were always wearing. These were the chepeast I could afford, with the little money I stole. I told her I bought them for me and my best friend, I told her, all proud and arrogant... See, I have a friend, she is real, her name is Mihee and she loves me very much. She believed me, I think. As later on she kept on asking if I was away off with Mihee, if I was going over to Mihee's, if Mihee wanted to come over to play. I kept that lie running for as long as I could - overselling it, it was clumsy. Truth was, one bracelet was at my arm and the second, simply... hidden in a box under my bed. My mother was never doing any cleaning, I knew she wouldn't find out." A pained snicker escaped from her mouth. "It's ridiculously sad. Thinking back... I'm sad for Young Ara. And I wish I could send her a letter, something that would travel time, just to tell her that," Her throat is knotting. "Tell her that it gets better. That one day she will meet a friend. A real one." Her head slowly fell to the side, her eyes remaining on Annie's face. There was tenderness in Ara's features and perhaps even nostalgia already, of knowing the end of year was here. She extends her arm, the hand wearing the bracelet, reaching out for Annie's fingers, lacing together. "They're a little old and dusty and ugly now that I look at them again, I'm sorry-." She speaks, laughing she watches Annie's wirst in the grass, wearing the matching one, her thumb brushing over it. Ugly and old they were, but they had a meaning. "I don't really want you to go." Ara admitted in a whisper. Words that for her weren't so easy to speak. It has taken years for the tigress to open up the way she did, with Annie. There was something almost pure, in these rays of light caressing Annie's features, of the way the breeze was making the fabric of their clothes dance gently, the colors of the seasons on their skins. Ara could not remember for how long she stared at her, that day, to anchor this moment as deep as she could, in her memory - fearing the future would take it all away from them.
"Will you come back?
To visit me?"
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BG3 Tutorials Masterpost
Elements & Traps
Fighting, Actions & Healing
Magic Pockets & Traveller's Chest
Party Movement
Resting & Quick Travel
Sneaking, Ranged Attacks & Lines of Sight
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Someone should watch Return of the Living Dead and/or Herbert West: Reanimator with me cause they're free on Tubi
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the tags on that post make me feel like I'm living in a different world. "the queer community helped me sooooo much when I was homeless" yeah my local queer community attempted to coerce me into signing contracts and tried to evict me from a room I was renting under the table and told my abuser I was trying to leave and laughed at me for begging for help and I could literally go on for a long, long time but I'll stop there.
I have never really felt accepted or comfortable in my own community. I don't fit in with gay men because I'm trans and thus not man enough. I don't fit in with trans men because I'm effeminate and don't really identify as a trans man anyway. I'm too masculine to be around queer women, who I make uncomfortable by virtue of existing. I don't trust other queers, because especially where I live, they use the same knives to cut bread for you as they do to slit your throat.
They pretend to be so friendly, so inclusive, so nice and Good Progressives. They send the right memes to the group chat, they post on social media all about how much of an activist they are, but when it comes to real life people who are messy and struggling? They politely pretend to look the other way, because they don't want to actually have to *do* anything. They'll performatively boost donations posts by trans poc but don't actually have any friends that aren't white!! It's all so two-faced and fake.
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