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w…what fucking conversation

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i love this image so much

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Now this is my first time drawing Soundwave! My favorite solo mech :D

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concept: guy who leaves a lot of comments in their code which should be good but the problem is they're all written like this

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Anybody has that political cartoon of an angry rich man watching TV while his servants are all sneaking peeks at it during their work and smiling? A bunch of googling resulted in nothing.

I believe the original context was Bernie Sanders winning some primaries but I feel like it's even more relevant nowadays.

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Hobbit AU where everything is exactly the same except that Bilbo wears the same outfit and radiates the same disaster gay energy as he did in the USSR in 1982.

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Nature really went off with sperm whales. A 70-ton predator with teeth the size of a banana but it only eats squishy prey that it doesn’t even chew, it just schlorps them down whole like a vacuum cleaner. Big giant fat head full of goop. Tiniest fins in the world. Strong enough to smash a ship to pieces and smart enough to figure out how to do so but its first line of defense is just to shit everywhere. Possibly the most complex language in the animal kingdom and it creates sounds by blowing air through its internal right nostril (it uses the left one to breathe) into its giant fat head. It’s the loudest animal on the planet and might have the capability to create a beam of sound so loud it can shake your organs apart but they don’t seem to use that to hunt or fight. They’re highly flammable. We used them to make candles.

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Now, if you keep going...

...down that beaten track, in the misty woods- that's past the hangar, you need to go further than that -you'll run into a training grounds. Old place, been in service for a while; lots of recruiting posters for jobs long since done and dusted on the walls, not a speck of the original paint un-peeled with age. There's an outfit that drills there, unusual folks; they call themselves the Four Horsemen, but then, so does every fifth mercenary unit, don't they?

There's Obsolescence, in her big sledgehammer of a 'mech. Nothing ever fixed on that baby, no, she just plasters over another quick-fix and keeps it moving. Substitutions, in-a-pinch replacements, sometimes just bolting a plate over it and hoping it doesn't make any weird noises. The silhouette of that thing is like a scrapyard heap come alive. She's always on about how they don't make them like they used to, and maybe she's right.

Then there's Isolation, with his skinny little skirmisher 'mech. It's the kind of 'mech you only notice the split second before it skirts around you and empties a warzone worth of firepower where your armor is weakest. He says it's never seen a shop- he's repaired it by hand, for a long, long time now, he says. He says you can only rely on yourself out there. Don't ask for help and don't give any, he'll say, with that gloomy scowl of his; none of us are in this together.

Can't forget Ruin, obviously, nobody can, not with his great, stomping artillery-battery of a 'mech. You'll hear it before you see it. He laments how he never gets to drill properly, to which the others say that if he "drilled properly" there wouldn't be a drill grounds left. He always says that if you're going to fight, you might as well make sure there ain't nothing left to go round two with. And hey, he likes to joke, there'll always be another habitable planet, what's a few nukes?

Fourth is Despair. She became a pilot after her family got painted across their living room by an autocannon shell, she says. Says that really, if you have the choice between being the one in the 'mech or the one running away from it...it's a no-brainer. (For that matter, she doesn't respect anyone much who isn't a pilot themselves.) She can run any 'mech like a dream, favorite being her personal sort of cruiserweight brawler, but in the off time she just kind of skulks. Life, to her, is what happens in the cockpit; nothing else counts.

They've been training there for as long as I know. It's just their stomping grounds, see. They're practicing for- I don't remember exactly the details, but they've got a big contract coming up, and they need to keep their routine nice and neat. Once I said I wished I could see them in actual combat. They said maybe. 'Someday.'

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they hate each other.

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medically accurate muscle chart:

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the phrase "cannot stress enough" gets thrown around a lot but its impossible to stress enough how happy transition and hrt in particular has made me. and i didnt even realize i had dysphoria. but im just like ambiently happy now. think about that. i never used to just be happy just for being alive. not before this. its not even a difference of like 20 percent happiness and 100 percent its the difference between absence and presence. imagine that. now go find an endo or go to hrtcafe or whatever works best because i can NOT vouch enough. hrt works wonders and joys

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A crossover for the ages.

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youtube is pulling this bullshit again

praying for the firefox gods to save me once more...