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senior-chicken · 1 year
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Why are all the thranto playlists on spotify so depressive?
Like, I need more songs like this one:
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gremlin-ablaze · 1 year
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Idk if anyone has mentioned it yet but the german dub for the owl house uses xir/xim pronouns for Raine.
Uhh... here:
(clip is from season 2 episode 11)
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den-dumm · 1 year
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wtf czechia lets gooooo
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sunnyyyteaaa · 9 months
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🌻🌺 THANK YOU GUYS FOR OVER 2K FOLLOWERS!! 🎉🎉
Here's a drawing we collabed on to celebrate and to show our appreciation! Thank you guys again!! <3
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hypewinter · 10 months
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In the middle of a Justice League meeting, Batman feels a tug on his cape. He looks down to see a little boy who could easily pass as one of his.
"Erm," the boy starts. "I frew up."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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Don't Wormy About Me.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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antony-art · 1 year
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myrinthinks · 1 year
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Ich habe 2.598 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet
Das sind 988 more posts als 2021!
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Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:
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Longest Tag: 140 characters
#fussel when we put a towel on her to dry her off and she tries to get away because she doesn't want to but it's more of a flop than anything
Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:
#5
Ooooh, I missed the last Haisha-san, Atattemasu! update when it came out and only just now remembered to read it and MAN, finally we’re going places! Like, I’ve been enjoying the goofiness and dumb misunderstandings but I also felt like the plot was moving forward a bit too slowly recently. But with the last few updates, it’s definitely picked up the pace again and I’m seeing some sort of climax happening soon! (For real, this time. I’ve had this feeling a few times before when all they ended up doing was introducing another over-the-top-unlikely-yet-absolutely-hilarious-yet-derailing set of circumstances. But there was something very earnest in the last chapter’s “atmosphere”, especially the very end, which makes me think it’ll finally happen.)
0 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 12. September 2022
#4
Hello! Not sure if anyone's answered this yet, but the first brown layer of paint is to "tone" the canvas. It's got a few uses: it removes the white of the canvas, making it less intimidating, but also making the colors look "truer." Too much white can wash out some of the colors or even change how dark/light we think a certain color is. The brown wash works like a midtone, keeping darks dark and lights light. It CAN also unify the colors sort of like an overlay layer in digital art.
(In reference to this post.) Hey there, thank you so much for explaining this! My sister and I were musing about this issue yesterday because while both of us are generally pretty competent when it comes to art, she has different media she focuses on (mostly watercolours and digital) and for me it's been twelve years since I last studied art extensively so neither of us had a clue.
2 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 31. Mai 2022
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I can’t believe I just received this email you guys are all absolutely insane
3 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. November 2022
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It’s always so strange to read a fic that is considered “a classic” in any given fandom only to find out that you really don’t like it at all. In my current case, this is due to a mixture of its two most important themes being things I actively dislike and avoid in stories of all kinds (obviously not the author’s fault in any way) and a good handful of very upsetting and triggering happenstances being insufficiently tagged, or even not tagged at all (very much the author’s fault). I’ve found that a lot of the time at least in the fandoms I read in, the reason for a fic’s being considered “a classic” mostly boils down to “it’s long (usually at least 100k) and well written” (and sometimes an additional “it was the first big work using this trope/relationship/narrative style/etc.”). But also, 90% of the time these fics are also just so sad. It goes along with the age-old feeling of “this is a tragic story which automatically elevates it”, I guess, but most of the time, they’re just downright sad and make me want to put on a cosy jumper and read something happy and fun. I don’t have a point here, I don’t think, and while there are plenty of “legendary” stories I enjoy very much and would absolutely put into the “classic” category myself, this is definitely a thing I’ve noticed and which I’ve been periodically pondering.
5 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 9. Mai 2022
Meine #1 des Jahres 2022
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My participation in fandom usually only extends to admiring art, reading fics, and commenting on either, so I was very excited to receive my first ever zine today! It arrived here in Germany safe and sound in the midst of rain, snow, and the worst windstorm I’ve experienced in years, and in excellent condition. I especially like the little enamel pin! Thanks so much to the awesome folks over at @daisugazine for creating such a high quality, well thought-out booklet, as well as all the wonderfully talented creators who participated in whatever capacity!
6 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 17. Februar 2022
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apomaro-mellow · 9 months
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Wrong Number 1
Eddie kept up a texting chain with Steve while making himself a breakfast of coffee and cereal. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Not since, well, when he thought of it when he was a teenager up all night in chat rooms and forums. When you found someone who you just clicked with.
[11:30] Any advice on how to fry an egg with a perfectly runny yolk?
(11:32) You like runny yolks??? 🤢 (11:33) It's scrambled or nothing for me (11:33) Cant help ya even if I wanted to
[11:35] I just want an egg on my avo toast
Normally Robin fried the eggs for breakfast. Her yolks were always perfect. But unlike Steve, she'd actually scored last night and was still with whoever she'd gone home with last night.
Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cliche. A guy who jogged and then came back home for some avocado toast with an egg on top? He just had to let his stance be known.
(11:35) Next ur gonna tell me bout your acai smoothie bowl rite? (11:36) Avo toast? Really???
Steve realized how he was coming off and had to quickly amend it.
[11:38] It's not what you think! We only got the avocados to make some guac the other day. There was one left and I wanted to use it before it went bad. And I'm all guac'd out. Hence the toast.
(11:39) At least you didn't use the avocado to make like ice cream or some shit
Finished with his own, normal, regular, average citizen breakfast, Eddie cleared his place and started to actually get ready for the day. His shift went from 2 to 10 tonight, so he needed to prepare for the long haul.
While brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and making something for his lunch later, he and Steve kept up the texts. Through their conversation he found out Steve's favorite ice cream (peanut butter), that he could cook eggs just about any way except sunny side up, and that he lived with a roommate named Robin.
Eddie got to his place of work and in a place like that you need to have some semblance of focus and attention, so he told Steve he had to get to work. He realized he was basically saying 'busy now, text you later?' to a stranger he'd only started talking to last night. Steve was completely in his rights to end the conversation there.
He could've ended it at any time really. What obligation did he have to keep on talking to him?
[2:01] Okay. Talk to you later
Steve stared at the message, already in the middle of agonizing over it when Robin finally came through the door of their apartment.
"Good afternoon. I wanna feel offended that I didn't get any texts or calls asking if I'm okay but I'm gonna choose to think it means you trust me and are a great judge of character."
For the first time in a while, Steve checked the time and actually realized how long it had been.
"Shit, Robs, I'm sorry." It had been over 12 hours and he hadn't checked in on her. All because he'd been texting a random number. "So you had a good time?"
Steve had been sitting on the couch and Robin plopped right down, laying her head in his lap.
"It was magical. Like something out of a movie."
"Aren't you glad I made you go and talk to her?", Steve smiled smug.
Robin smushed his face with her hands with a groan. "Don't look at me like that. You were right, okay? Me and her hit it off like, like uh, one of your sports metaphors."
"Robin you were in a soccer league just last year, stop acting like you don't know sports."
"Anyway, something grand must've kept your attention off me. Things go well with that girl you were talking to?"
"Umm, yeah."
Robin sat up, eyes narrowing. "And you came back here with her? Gross! Steve! Did you do it on the couch?!" She shot up immediately.
"I didn't", Steve rolled his eyes.
It was one of their main rules. No sex in the common areas of the apartment. Steve wasn't gonna tell her about the wrong number given to him. And he especially wasn't going to tell her he kept talking to it. The following lecture would have been unbearable.
"She gave me her number and we've just been texting back and forth."
Robin slowly sat back down on the couch. "Just texting? That's all you did?"
"That's all."
"Wow. You usually move faster than that."
"Well, I want something a little more this time. But enough about my snail pace romance. Let's talk about you and that girl, what was her name?"
He and Robin sat a long while, talking about her night, eventually going out for lunch together too. Not-Misty had said they were at work, but Steve couldn't help himself when he saw that Robin had ordered a burger with avocado on it and Steve had gotten a taco salad that came with, you guessed it, avocado.
[3:14] image.jpeg [314] Okay me and Robin might have a problem. But I swear it's not on purpose!
"Did you just send a picture of our lunch to someone?", Robin asked.
"Yeah to uh, to Misty. We were talking about avocados earlier and I figured she'd get a kick out of it."
Robin smiled through her chewing. She teased but she was glad that her friend had made a connection last night.
Meanwhile, Eddie saw the message, but didn't have a chance to reply, even on his lunch break. Through all the texting, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so it was on the plug and he was leaving it alone for now while he talked to his co-worker, Grant. He went through the rest of his shift, thinking about Steve.
What did he look like? How old was he? Where did he live?
He got off and made his way back home, stopping off somewhere to get dinner. It was a sandwich shop and he honestly contemplated getting avocado on his just to see Steve's reaction but he resisted.
'I can't be that down bad that I'm overthinking food now', he thought to himself.
When he got back home, he turned the tv on and took out his phone to reply to Steve right away.
(10:31) Back at home now (10:32) Work was crazy (10:34) And the 1st step to recovery is admitting u have a problem (10:36) But thru hard work we can get you addicted to a sensible veggie (10:37) Like broccoli
He thought since he kept Steve waiting for so long it might take some time for a reply to come, but his phone pinged almost immediately.
[10:39] First of all, avocado is a fruit. Second, I eat plenty of other vegetables. And third, what happened at work?
(10:41) It may be a fruit but I dont want it in my smoothie (10:42) And some guy came in and started throwing axes at the wall
Sunday evenings were usually more relaxed. It was why Eddie typically didn't work Friday or Saturday nights unless he needed some extra cash or they needed someone on deck.
[10:44] Hold the duck up someone was throwing axes!! [10:44] *duck [10:45] *FUCK
Eddie snickered through his eating and had to take a moment to swallow before something came up. He always enjoyed telling people what he did for a living.
(10:46) Cool your jets man (10:47) I work at an axe throwing range (10:48) The problem with this dude was he didn't have an appointment (10:48) Just came in and started throwing an axe at the wall
[10:50] Are you okay? That sounds dangerous
(10:50) My uncle handled it (10:51) Eventually the dude left
[10:52] Oh wow. Well I'm glad you're okay. Axe throwing tho. What an interesting job for someone of your age? 🤷
Steve was lying in bed and he buried his face into his pillow as he sent it with the shrug emoji. It was so transparent, he knew it. But he needed to have a better idea of who he was talking to. That way when Robin did eventually find out, he'd be able to tell her something, anything.
(10:53) Smooth (10:53) I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours
Eddie knew now was the time to be cautious. But he was also curious as to how much Steve would tell him and just what he wanted to know. He wasn't disappointed.
[10:54] Male, 23, 5'11
It was like the bare minimum of information and yet Eddie was already aggressively tamping down any hope that he might have a chance. Without his permission, hope bubbled up anyway
(10:55) Male, 24 going on 25, also 5'11
Steve stared at the text with the mystery person, mystery man's information. It seemed like so little and yet so much. He still hadn't an idea of what he looked like. But now he could at least get a general silhouette.
(10:56) Ur not one of those guys who lies about his height are you?
[10:57] Robin says my hair gives me two inches but she has no idea what she's talking about.
Eddie was thinking about how Steve must wear his hair. It could be in a sizeable pompadour, or maybe a nice afro. Maybe it was in a bun all the time? That was not what he typed out however.
(10:59) You know what they say (10:59) It's not the size but what u do with it
Okay this was it. This was where Steve stopped texting him. You can't just say that to guys you don't know-ping!
Eddie bit his lip and only had one eye open as he looked at Steve reply, preparing for the worst.
[11:01] Oh I know how to use my inches
Eddie dropped his phone onto the table and had to get up and pace, touch his face, his hair, throwing his hands in the air. Was this flirting? This felt like flirting. He wished he knew for sure. Maybe it was the lack of emoji. Had Steve put a winking face, he'd know for certain. Eddie leaned against his fridge, staring at his phone, sitting innocently on the table.
On the other side, Steve was burying his face into his pillow, pretending he didn't just say that. Would it come off as playful? As flirty? As casual? Should he have sent a wink? The seconds ticked and it felt too late. Like coughing after saying something awkward.
God, he was so desperate. Why was he even still texting? He had work in the morning. He should start preparing for bed so he had any hope of getting up on time. Steve pushed off the bed and went to his closet when he heard the notification sound and instantly returned.
(11:05) Let's get out the measuring tape (11:05) image.jpeg
Steve felt his heart skip a beat. The picture attached was of the very top of mystery man's head. He was holding up a lock of long, curly hair into the air. Steve studied the picture like he was getting paid to do it. He couldn't see any lower than the bangs on his forehead but there was still plenty to see.
The rings on his fingers for one, how his curls went this way and that. Steve quickly saved it and then replied with a similar pose, holding some hair by the fingers as far as it would go above his head.
[11:07] image.jpeg [11:08] I think you have me beat
They texted for about an hour more before Steve finally decided to be an adult and put himself to sleep, bidding mystery man good night.
Part 3
Fun fact, years ago I worked at an axe throwing place and yes, what happened to Eddie did in fact happen to me! On like my first week too I think
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jinaxxo · 9 months
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gales galore ⚡️⚡️‼️‼️⚡️⚡️
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natalieleif · 1 year
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I know Jack and Maddie's relationship in canon is probably MEANT to be seen--depending on the episode--as a pretty bog-standard, 2000s-era "idiot big dad and exasperated, smart wife who puts up with him" trope.
BUT
my personal favorite interpretation is that BOTH are equally genius engineers who are also equally on the autistic spectrum, with a specific hyperfixation on ghosts and mad science.
The main difference is that Maddie has siblings and female social expectations, so she had to learn how to mask in ways that are seen as sociable and polite and attractive and "smart." When she does bumble major social cues (such as not recognizing Vlad's flirting until Danny points it out decades later, or humiliating her kids by showing up in a hazmat suit at school), it feels more "socially acceptable" from her.
She genuinely loves Jack because he could not care less about her being Feminine or Socially Acceptable. He just wants to shout with her about ghosts! So the nanosecond she's around him she can yank the mask off and go chasing spirits with a toaster turned into a machine gun.
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ask-the-rag-dolly · 2 months
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t.i redesign because i'm not sure if enough people have known that her design was taken from fanart , i'm very sorry that i've gone this long without crediting you @raggedabstraction + i've been trying to enjoy t.i both as a character and concept again and i thought the first step to doing that is overhauling her back to what made me originally fell in love with her ( parasite masquerading as its host to lure victims )
unfortunately that means the iconic double eyes are out now but also the ' X O ' silhouette looks even more rad tbh
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i'll be putting all of the details in a future post so for now just have this (: ...
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pundotexe · 4 months
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saw someone saying I should draw them kissing and who am I to disagree
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mintypsii · 9 months
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how are we feeling about the live action sanlu nation
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minecraft · 9 months
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lampochkaart · 11 months
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Day 6: Last wish
I could've choose something easier but my dumb ass decided to make an animatic. It's not as good as I wanted but I just don't wanna work on it anymore. So sorry for all the imperfections!
The text:
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"It's so fucking funny that yall mourn the killers much more that the victims. Actually the only victims someone cared about were Angie and Tenko. But even they mattered only for Himiko. And you've gone along with it just 'cause nobody cared about Kiyo. But yall were oh so upset about Kaede, Kirumi and Gonta! Much more than about the ones they killed! Nobody gave a shit about Rantaro, Ryoma or Miu. And you know what? You know what?! Nobody would give a shit about me!"
"That's not true-"
"Not true?! You wanna bet?"
"What are you-"
"Let's make a deal, Kaito! If they hate me and blame me for killing you, I win. If they're upset about me and actually give a shit, you win. If I'm wrong you can do whatever you want. You can tell them about everything that happened here, or lie about it and make up some heroic story. You can safely assume that I admitted that I was wrong about everything, and you were always right.
But! If I'm right you're gonna have to agree with them. Say you hate me. Spit on my grave. Not tell them about anything other than what you're asked about. And admit that I was right."
"I'm not gonna do that!"
"That is my final wish. My will. That shit have to mean something to you, hero."
"...Why are you so obsessed with always being right?"
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