#(AND I WAS LIKE 'IT LOOKS AWESOME IN GOLD?????')

[caxycreations]

I feel like you guys are missing the point.

He's a 900+ year old Time Lord. He's living as much as he possibly can, and he feels like it's nowhere near enough, and far too much, all at the same time.

This SAME MAN, same face and all, is the person who said "Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long"

He's the man who, literally in his NEXT regeneration, spends a third of his series depressed because he can't find an ounce of joy in the universe himself and NEEDS humans to show around so he can catch a hint of it through them.

The Doctor even states that humans "look like giants" to him, specifically BECAUSE of the fact that they live so much in such a short time.

This isn't a show about an awesome, nigh-immortal time-traveling alien.

It's a show about the pains and soul-crushing responsibilities that come with time travel and immortality.

And, of course, you're all forgetting the glaring fact of this episode, entirely separate from the quotes you're so eagerly judging:

THE MAN THE DOCTOR IS TALKING TO HAS TO EAT PEOPLE TO STAY YOUNG.

He literally KILLS PEOPLE to survive. The Doctor, talking him out of eternal life, is not just doing so because "long life bad", he's doing so because "eating people to live forever is an awful way to be" as well.

You're also disregarding his point entirely in favor of giving bad-faith analysis of the show.

His point is that whether you have 10 years or 20, how you spend that time is what matters, not the amount of time you have to spend.

He has eternity, and it's not worth it. He knows it isn't, and he's trying to stop anyone else from making that mistake. He's living for so long, and has lived so much, but it just isn't worth it anymore.

Lucy Lacemaker, from Satellite City (or, more officially, The August Few: Amygdala, though she never says this in there) puts it very well:

"Billions of years we've been about. And life's not worth much once the rest is gone. You get bored of the wind and the birds and the sound of laughter and the smell of pine. Life is like a piece of paper. And the writing is our lives. Our stories. When you only have 90 years, the ink turns to gold. So valuable are the words, the days you live. Cause soon, the story will end. But what if you have a never-ending page? A bottomless inkwell? The more you write, the less it all means. That's our curse. We live so long that it's not even life anymore. We're not living forever, we're dying forever."

@another-normal-anomaly said that if they kicked ass for 80 years, got saved, and kicked ass another 80, that's twice as much as they would have done. But that's still only 160 years, and it reinforces the Doctor's point; it's not the time that matters, it's the person, because others may spend that 160 years doing nothing, and some may spend that 160 years doing everything.

But they would still only have 160 years. Not forever. What the Doctor is warning against is eternity. Eternity is pointless.

@dagny-hashtaggart said the show is hypocritical in it's transhumanist stance for featuring an "awesome, nigh-immortal, time-traveling alien", but that just tells me they've either never watched the show or they have and 100% missed the point of the character of the Doctor.

Because the Doctor is not happy with his long life. He's not content or pleased about it. He's miserable. The only worth he finds in it is giving other, shorter-lived life forms the pleasure of seeing things they never could otherwise, and protecting the lives of those more fragile than him because he, at his core, has two values above all others:

If it kills me, I can put an end to this opera of my life, and I can finally rest

If it doesn't kill me, it means I've stopped it and other, more meaningful lives will be spared.

The Doctor is not some happy, positive character. He's a victim of a tragedy, and that tragedy is, quite painfully obviously, the fact he lives so long. His lifespan, his regeneration, is a curse to him, not a blessing. The fact you can call the show hypocritical for that tells me you've never seen it, or you've never understood it.

@argumate made a crude joke about a man with a big dick, named after having a big dick, saying that life wasn't about having a big dick.

Well, fun fact. If your dick were, say, 14 inches, as a human (which is a real condition that has happened), you would have heart problems every time you got erect, be entirely unable to enjoy penetrative sex (aside from the heart problems, you'd be unable to get more than a small fraction of your length in without hurting them), and if you ever tried to get a little more out of it, you'd seriously injure your partner.

Not only that, but you'd have social problems as well. Try hiding the outline when your flaccid length still reaches down past your knee. You'd be a laughing stock early on, and if you had frequent erections (say during puberty, post-growth spurt, pre-calming of the hormones), you'd be unable to hide it no matter how hard you tried.

It would cause more issues than that, too, believe me. And yet you're saying if a man who suffered from all of these problems told you "it's not all fun and games, having a big dick", you'd mock him for not loving the "gift" he's been "blessed" with?

All of you missed the point of the show, the character, and even the point of the scene you're remarking on.

I expected better comprehension on this site.

[rafesbabygirlx]

Reckless Tides - Rafe x Pogue!Reader

Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Next Part

Arrival at the Edge – Introducing the new girl to the Outer Banks and the first glimpse of Rafe.

Warnings: drinking, drugs (weed)

The summer sun burned bright over the Outer Banks, casting shimmering waves of heat off the cracked boardwalk and setting the Atlantic Ocean ablaze with gold and turquoise hues. The island was alive with the chatter of tourists and the locals’ knowing glances, but to you, it was all new. You had officially arrived that evening with your stuff in the trailer connected to your truck, and a restless determination, the salty wind already tangling in your hair and filling your lungs with a sense of possibility.

You were a stranger here, yet something about the island felt familiar, as if it had been waiting for your arrival. You were quick to spot the dividing lines, the invisible borders between the shiny, whitewashed mansions of the Kooks and the weather-beaten shacks that stood defiant on the Pogue side. You knew where you belonged, at least in theory, but fitting in was never your strong suit, you also never really cared to. 

You grew up on the mainland, raised by both parents alongside two older brothers and a younger sister. Your family was comfortably middle class, but when you compare it to the standard of "middle class" here, you realize it was closer to wealth. At 19, you received an inheritance from your grandmother—a sum she left for you and your siblings when she passed. That money was your ticket to freedom, a chance to finally make a life for yourself, unbound by expectations.

Your parents had always held traditional dreams for you: doctor, lawyer, anything prestigious that would ensure success in their eyes, and money in your (their) pockets. But you’d always longed for something quieter, simpler—an artist’s life. They, however, pushed you toward careers that suited *their* ambitions. The moment that inheritance hit your account, you knew you’d be leaving your hometown behind, ready to carve out your own path.

Your parents both held steady jobs, enough to provide a roof over your heads, three meals a day, and clothing for you and your siblings. But as you got older, a darker reality surfaced. You learned your father had lost his job and, in desperation, turned to dangerous dealings with shady businessmen. Men who, one day, broke into your home, tying up your entire family and threatening your lives. The trauma left you shaken, but when you sought comfort, your mother dismissed it. She called you dramatic, telling you to get over it. That was when you learned she’d known all along about your father’s choices, indifferent to the risks they brought to her children. You realized how greedy and dangerous your parents were. That day, your view of them shifted forever.

When you received your inheritance of $350,000, you immediately set off on a small trip to the Outer Banks. Your plan was simple: meet with a realtor, sign up for art classes at the local community college, and start fresh. You found a cozy one-bedroom house on what locals call the “Cut” and, feeling a sense of freedom, paid everything in full the same day. Before heading back home to pack up for good, you walked around your new property, getting a feel for the place. That’s when two people approached—a bright-eyed girl and a boy who hung back slightly. 

“Hi! I’m Kie, and this is JJ. You moving in?” she asked with a friendly smile, while JJ offered a shy nod from behind her. “Hi, I’m Y/N. Yeah, just bought it, actually,” you replied, feeling a little thrill saying the words out loud. “Awesome! We could use some more feminine energy around here,” Kie jokes, nudging JJ. “Looks like a bit of a fixer-upper. If you need help, just call—I don’t have much else going on.” JJ smiled back at you, offering, “happy to help whenever.” 

“Thanks, I’d appreciate that!” you replied, already feeling a sense of camaraderie. 

Kie grinned and added, “We’re heading to our friend John B’s place now. He lives just down the road. If you wanna meet some more people, this is the spot.”

You hesitated, thinking of the five-hour drive ahead, but the invitation was tempting. “I have to head back soon, but I’d love to meet them.” As you walked, Kie filled you in on their friend group: there was John B and Sarah, Pope and Cleo, and Kie and JJ, who were also a couple. You quickly realized you’d be the seventh wheel, but it didn’t bother you. When you arrived at John B’s, everyone welcomed you warmly. They were genuinely kind, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself chatting with Sarah, who shared her background—how she’d grown up in Figure 8, the wealthier side of town, but fell in love with John B and became a “Pogue.” You tried to keep up with the talk of Figure 8 versus the Cut, Kooks versus Pogues, but the labels didn’t mean much to you. You actually found it amusing how seriously some people took it.

“Welcome to the shark tank,” Kie said with a half-smile, tossing her keys to JJ as they loaded up the van with supplies for the evening. You all piled into the car. “If you’re looking for peace, this isn’t it.” You laughed, though the sound was rougher than you’d intended. “That’s actually exactly what I was hoping for.” Kie raised an eyebrow, amused. “Not now, not since you decided to buy in the Cut.” The van wound along the narrow roads as the group eventually dropped you back at your new place. You all exchanged numbers, and John B called out, “Hit us up when we’re officially neighbors!”

“Definitely!” you replied, waving as they pulled away, excitement bubbling at the thought of your new life beginning.

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Two weeks later, everything is packed. You load the last box into the trailer hitched to your truck, grateful to have been able to take a few pieces of your grandmother's furniture with you. Just as you’re about to get in, your little sister runs up, hugging you tightly, begging you not to go. You wish you could bring her with you, away from the instability and your parents' disregard for the safety of their children. But like your brothers, you’re doing what you need to—getting out. She has three more years before she can, too. Gently, you pry her off and turn to your parents, not even mustering a goodbye. 

You arrive at your new place around 6:30, exhausted but excited. You begin unpacking, tackling the smaller boxes first, but when you see the larger furniture, you realize there’s no way you can move it alone. You grab your phone, create a group chat with John B, Sarah, Pope, Cleo, Kie, and JJ, and send out a hopeful message. Within seconds, replies pour in:

You 7:15 PM: Help me unpack my furniture, and I'll supply the pizza? 

JJ 7:16 PM: OH HELL YEAH

Kie 7:16 PM: I’m down for some pizza

Sarah 7:16 PM: OMG yes! 

John B 7:16 PM: We’ll be right over

Cleo 7:16 PM: Absolutely, girl!!

Pope 7:16 PM: Break my back in exchange for pizza… you got a deal

The whole crew arrives, and the guys have everything unloaded in record time—exactly 40 minutes, coincidentally, the same time the delivery driver had said the pizza would arrive. When John B offers to cover the tip, you try to wave him off, but he insists, still catching his breath from the heavy lifting. 

That night, you all settle out on the patio, surrounded by pizza boxes, beer cans, and laughter. Someone lights a joint, and it’s passed around, the evening settling into a warm haze of stories and new friendships.

The next day, you decide to explore the town and pick up a few things for your place. You’re in and out of stores, tossing bags into your car before heading to the next spot. As you turn a corner, you suddenly bump into someone. Your hands shoot up instinctively and land on a firm chest—a chest that feels like it’s carved from stone. Your fingers graze across defined muscles, and you realize you’ve just walked straight into a very fit stranger.

“Oh, sorry, I really need to start paying more attention,” you say, looking up. The guy glances down at you, his blue eyes and dirty blond hair giving him an effortlessly rugged look. For a split second, he looks annoyed, but his expression softens as he takes you in. “No need to apologize. I was the one not looking,” he says, a hint of a smile forming. You look over at his friend, a shorter guy with a gold tooth gleaming in the sunlight. “Yeah, you can go ahead and blame it on ‘country club’ over here,” his friend says with a chuckle. You glance down at your lunch bag, now crushed from the fall. “Oh no,” you sigh, realizing your food is ruined. “I was starving, but I guess I’ll find something else around here.”

Rafe notices your disappointment and cocks his head, looking down at you. “New around here?” he asks.“Yep, first official full day in town. Just shopping for my place and totally forgot to eat. Do you know of any good spots around here?” He smiles, and his friend stands by, looking a bit out of place. “Name’s Rafe,” he says, extending a hand. “And I’m Barry,” his friend chimes in, making sure he’s not left out. You shake Rafe’s hand, saying, “Nice to meet you, Rafe. I’m Y/N. Anyway, I’ll get out of your way,” you say with a smile and start to move around him. “Wait!” Rafe calls after you. “My friend here was just leaving, and I knocked your lunch out of your hand. Let me buy you another one.” Barry scoffs, starting to protest, but Rafe nudges him away, leaving the two of you alone. You laugh, waving a hand dismissively. “You don’t owe me anything; it was just an accident.” “Maybe, but I’d like to,” he insists with a grin. You take a deep breath, trying to hide a smile, then give in with a nod. “Alright, fine, let’s go.”

Rafe suggests a little café around the corner and insists you try his favorite, a turkey and Swiss sandwich. After ordering, he pays at the counter, and you find a cozy table by the window. For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence as you people-watch, taking in the town's newness and Rafe’s quiet, unassuming company. "So, what brought you to the OBX?" Rafe finally asks, breaking the silence. You glance over, caught off guard by his curiosity but feeling oddly at ease with him. “Honestly? I needed an escape. I've always loved the beach—it’s the perfect landscape for painting. But mostly, I couldn’t live close to my parents anymore. This place feels like a fresh start.” He nods, his expression softening. “Sorry to hear that,” he says, then quickly pivots, maybe realizing he’s tiptoed into something heavy. “You're an artist? I’d love to see some of your work if you don’t mind.”

Your eyes light up at the request. Scooting over to his side of the table, you pull out your phone and scroll through photos of your paintings. He’s attentive, nodding and smiling as you explain each one. “These one’s sold,” you say, stopping at a set of six landscapes, “and this here is a self-portrait.” Rafe pauses, placing his hand over yours to stop you from swiping more as he studies the portrait. “This one’s beautiful,” he says softly, and you feel a blush warm your cheeks. He’s so close, and the way he’s looking at you is like nothing you’ve felt before. Just as he’s about to say something else, the counter calls out your order, breaking the moment.

While he grabs the food, you can’t help but compare him to your last relationship. Jason had been your high school boyfriend, but he never supported your art or complimented your work, barely took you on dates, all he did was cheat as all of your friends hid it from your oblivious self. Then he took your virginity and left you. You were young dumb and in love. After the break up, you only had casual hookups and one night stands, you refused to let someone in like you did Jason. You felt small with Jason. Rafe, in only thirty minutes, made you feel seen and valued. How could someone feel so special so fast? He returns with the food, and you talk easily through lunch—about his two sisters, his dad’s company he hopes to take over one day, your siblings, your plans for art classes, and the ways you want to make your little house feel like home. Everything flows naturally, like you've known him for years.

Afterward, he walks you back to your car. Your arm instinctively links through his, and you feel him tense at first before he relaxes. He’s never shown intimate affection to anyone, or vice versa. He’s never had anything serious. When you reach your car, you lean against it with a smile. “Not to sound like a stalker, but...where did you move in?” You laugh, charmed by his honesty. “On the other side of the island. It’s a cozy little one-bedroom. You’re welcome anytime.”

He falters for a moment, processing this. You’re on that side of the island? The Cut? He wonders. She’s a pogue? You’re not a pogue, you're not anything, you're new to this island. But because you moved into the cut, unknowing of the meaning, that’s instantly your title. He knows that too, but being the kook prince this is gonna be hard for him to explain to his friends. But he also didn't care, you were already starting to have him wrapped around your finger and he wanted to see more of you. Even as the realization hits him, he doesn’t pull away. “I’d really like that,” he says. Then, gently, he lifts his hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leans in close, your noses brushing against each other. But before he can close the distance, your phone rings. Startled, you glance down and see it’s your little sister calling.

“Sorry,” you whisper, “it’s my sister, I gotta take this.” He gives a slight disappointing grin. “Hey, Talia, just give me one sec ok.” You place the phone on mute. You signal for Rafe’s phone. “Here,” you say, adding your number to his contacts. “Call me anytime.” You stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, catching the faint blush that rises on his face. “I will,” he promises, stepping back, his gaze never leaving you. He starts to walk away but glances back, grinning. “See you later, stalker!” you call after him, laughing as he shakes his head, a smile on his face.

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After getting back home, you keep the call going with Talia, switching to FaceTime to give her a little tour of your new place. “Wow, it’s so cute! I can't wait to come visit you!” Talia says, her face lighting up. You feel a lump in your throat, already missing her and wishing she didn’t have to stay back home, dealing with everything you left behind. “I can't wait for you to be here, too,” you reply, voice soft. “I’m sorry I had to leave you there… but I promise, the next three years will fly by.” Talia gives you an encouraging smile, “I’ll be okay. And by the time I’m there, I’ll be right next door, driving you crazy.” You both laugh, exchange "I love yous," and say goodnight, but after the call ends, tears start to fall.

You step outside to sit on your front porch, needing fresh air to calm down. Pulling out a joint from your pocket, you light up, taking a slow inhale, letting the warmth settle in, even though the tears keep coming. You try to push them down when you feel your phone buzz with a text from Rafe. You answer, then he immediately calls, you smile despite yourself. 

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” you tease, trying to keep your voice steady. But Rafe catches on. “You okay? What’s going on?” You sigh, taking another drag before answering. “It’s just my sister...I miss her. I’m still not used to being without her. I knew it would be hard but seeing her on the call, just made it all hit me.” Rafe falls silent for a moment, then lets out a small sigh. “You know, you’re welcome to borrow one of mine,” he jokes, though there’s warmth in his voice. “Probably wouldn’t be as good, but maybe it’d help.” You laugh softly through your tears. “Thank you, but Talia’s pretty irreplaceable,” you say, and Rafe can’t help but smile at your words, even if you can’t see it. “I know you didn’t plan on having to cheer me up, but thank you. This joint’s helping, but it’s mostly you.” Rafe’s quiet on the other end, almost like he’s holding his breath. “I’m glad to be of service. You said it earlier, but you can call me anytime. I’d like to hear more of your voice,” he says softly. You pause, feeling warmth wash over you. Maybe it's the weed, but you can't believe how open you're being with him. Rafe waits patiently, literally biting his nails for a response.“I’d like that too. Goodnight, stalker.” He chuckles, seeming to enjoy the nickname. “Goodnight, new girl,” he replies, and you smile as you hang up.

As you walk back inside, the night has settled in completely, and the porch light casts a warm glow. You try to unpack, setting a few items in their places, but your mind keeps wandering back to Rafe—his eyes, his smile, that dimple, his large arms, his easy laugh, the way he listened to you so carefully. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for anyone again, but with him, it feels different. And you’re not sure you mind. What you don’t know is that Rafe feels the same way.

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[eptodaytommorowforever]

Events In The History And Of The Life Of Elvis Presley Today On The 10th Of November In 1971.

Elvis Presley Boston Gardens November 10th, In 1971 (8.30 pm) | Boston, MA.

Concert Date: November 10, 1971 (8.30 pm). Boston, MA. Boston Gardens

Concert Reviw From Rolling Stone : In Praise of Elvis Presley : By Jon Landau

He stands there in a black jump suit with gold spangles and an orange cape. When he stretches out his hands the cape forms a half sun under his outstretched arms and he looks like the true legend of rock 'n' roll. He parades in front of 15,000 people and waits for the applause to wash over him and it comes as it always does and as he knows it will. After strutting from one end of the stage to the other after waiting until he feels just right, and until the audience can't wait another second, he turns to a back-up musican who hands him his acoustic guitar. With the rhythm section churning, he stands in front of the mike, holds but does not play the guitar and sings, 'That's alright mama, that's alright for you, just any way you do'. It was his very first record and it doesn't sound quite the same as when he did it 17 years ago at the Sun studios in Memphis. But I am moved by the fact that he is doing it at all. Following a first half consisting of a wonderful performance by the Sweet Inspirations, a typically tasteless (but well received) attempt at humor on the part of a Las Vegas comedian, and an intermission, the offical Elvis Presley Tour MC called people back to their seats. rare b/w live candid photo's of Elvis Presley by Jon landau and fans audience members and a fans review of this awesome! show concert with the ticket as well.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

❗❗Official Class Swap Sorcerer!Kristen Post Alert❗❗ you can: look at her

[shiftingtravel]

This looked hella fun. Here’s all my answers and I hope y’all jump on this!

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♥ From what DR are you answering?

🦋My Dragon Rider’s Academy DR (something I made up and shifting to)

♥Your name in your DR? (and do you have any formal titles,ranks, positions,etc)

🦋My name there is Maple. No formal titles, but I will be getting the title “Queen” pretty soon over there due my s/o

♥What’s your favorite season?

🦋It’s a tie between summer where the academy is out and I have more free time, and winter because if Snowball (my bonded dragon) loving the snow

♥Who’s your s/o?

🦋My s/o is a lovely dragon man named Alexius (there is so much more to his name but we’ll just say Alexius for now) and he’s basically the king of the place/the place I’m attending the academy in this world. He’s not just called Alexius tho, I call him instead “Goldie” due to our first interaction and how he’s basically covered in gold via both jewelry and his scales.

♥Who is the first person you got to for advice?

🦋Lawrence. A upperclassman unicorn friend who is very knowledgeable and wise even tho we’re just a year apart in age.

♥Signature Scent?

🦋Idk my smell? I’ve been told by Alexius it’s something like flowers and snow?? No clue other than that

♥First person you got to if you’re upset and need comfort?

🦋I either go to another one of my friends (some I can’t say due to privacy reasons) or Alexius. It’s either one of those two choices tho it’s usually the first one. The one who usually comforts me is a really sweet girl, love her.

♥Longest friendship?

🦋That would be Chester, a human dude who I grew up with alongside a few others. He’s probably the one I’ve had the longest friendship with and is practically a brother to me. Awesome dude

♥Favorite thing about yourself?

🦋My audacity. I punched one of the vampire princes/nobles in the face. Hence it being my favorite (there’s a story here I won’t get in to)

♥Age and are you in school? Job? What role do you have etc.

🦋I am 24 and yes I’m in school called “Dragon Rider’s Academy” (there’s a fancier name but I don’t remember). This school is both a mixture of a magic school and kinda military academy I guess? So when I graduate I’ll become part of the forces called Dragon Riders. Our job is to obviously protect but also explore various uncharted places in this world. So I’ll be a soldier/explorer I guess at graduating. (Unless Alexius tries otherwise lol)

♥Favorite food/snack?

🦋Not really.

♥Best and Worst cook in your DR?

🦋That is a tie for best cook is between I’d say Lawrence and my roommate. Maybe Harriet as well? (Another friend of this DR) Worst cook is Alexius, it’s mostly a gut feeling but I don’t want that man in a kitchen. Love him with all my heart, he will not touch my stove.

♥What’s the setting? (Year, environment you’re in, are you in a city or countryside etc, modern or past or futuristic)

🦋It’s very much a fantasy setting. Can’t think of a way to describe it other than very high fantasy. Don’t know the year but I do live in a large city due to the academy I’m attending. Though there wasn’t much difference between where I had lived before and the academy. Just different rules and rulers I guess?

♥Unique thing about your appearance?

🦋Basically I’m a dhampir (half human/half vampire) and I think that makes my appearance pretty unique.

♥Siblings? Parents? Family in general? Who are they and what is their relation?

🦋No siblings but I do have a mom and a dad. Not really much to say about them other than my mom is the vampire parent in this equation lol

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🌻WOW THIS WAS HELLA FUN~!!

🌻Loved answering your questions and soft core loved being able to talk about my DR! Thanks for this~!💖

QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR DR/DR SELF!!!

♥ HELLO ♥

~I'm bored and wanna interact with people for some shifting inspo so heres a shit ton of questions for everyone to answer about their DRs :)

PSA: Idk how this usually works if you reblog with answers or reply but feel free to do literally anything with it lol. You can ask each other or me specific questions idk I just wanna get the community active 🕺🏻

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♥ From what DR are you answering?

♥ Your name in your DR? (and do you have any formal titles, ranks, positions etc)

♥ What's your favorite season?

♥ Who's your s/o?

♥ Who is the first person you go to for advice?

♥ Signature scent?

♥ First person you go to if you're upset and need comfort?

♥ Longest friendship?

♥ Favorite thing about yourself?

♥ Age and are you in school? Job? What role do you have etc.

♥ Favorite food/snack?

♥ Best and worst cook in your DR?

♥ What's the setting? (Year, environment you're in, are you in a city or countryside etc, modern or past or futuristic)

♥ Unique thing about your appearance?

♥ Siblings? Parents? Family in general? Who are they and what's the relation?

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These are just very basic but I love questions!!! I'll definitely post more, and if there's a specific theme like friendship or s/o or whatever that anyone wants, lmk! :)

~Happy Shifting~

[front-facing-pokemon]

[astral-schools]

(linear) time & (empty) space

[loverboybrightsideghost]

listening to rqg 159 and alex describes how zolf would recognize wilde’s “eeerrghhhhh it has to do with touchy-feely emotions” face. yeh

[cdr2002]

Deep Space Nine forced the mirror universe to evolve as a concept and explore the idea of inverting the characters on a more individualistic level and opening deeper questions of who each of us could have been if our lives turned out differently and I’m tired of that being abandoned and ignored to cling to the familiarity of the Terran Empire.

[carcarrot]

OH MY GOD A YEAR AGO TODAY .

[artist-heart83]

Pst. I made more drawing about animator vs minecraft

I was not planning to do this drawing in kinda digital and with color it but there is an specific drawing that make me do it

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Apparently every time when I start be interested in something is inevitable that ships appears and I start join in it because "oh my god this make so much sense, I going to start shipping them"

Anyways, have this two dumbass

Purple and his parents, because clearly I love the episode 29 and I want to do the designs of them just for fun and Purple because I love him so much

First drawing. Drawing before the disaster

Second drawing. So basically, this drawing was the reason I decide color the drawing in digital, because you can see how King Orange is wearing the hoodie of his son and that the details that I love when I drawing

These two drawings are (kinda) screenshots redraw btw

Oh! I almost forgot this one!

[jrueships]

keldon wilder # swagson (johnson) sunglasses emoji 😎.

why the fire emoji.... keldon... enogh.

[dbphantom]

"I know how she feels. Sometimes I don't even wanna hang around with me."

this show is perfection idc

[ravencromwell]

I come triumphantly back from a lengthy google to inform y'all the genius behind this is one Pat Mandziy, and he has a playlist called Gen Z Shakespeare (I think? that link should work--TikTok is a bastard with screen readers). If it doesn't, just look up his name, and you should see the playlist underneath. The Romeo!!!!!!! one!!!!!!!! is so good!!!!!!!!

this is targeted tumblr content

[snowflop]

Yeah you could say my trip to the used book store was fruitful

[bogleech]

Scanning electron microscopy is awesome and I personally think the images it produces are gorgeous but objectively speaking I feel like it doesn't do any favors at all for the "scary" cultural image of insects, because I mean, here's a closeup of a carpet beetle in its true colors:

And here's an SEM image that comes up for carpet beetles on google:

And the thing about SEM images is that they aren't "photographs;" they are computer scans. They're 3-d digital models generated by scanning an object at the molecular level. Color is not preserved by this process, and if it were all the specimens would look like metal anyway (I'll explain this is in a moment), so images like this had to be colored artificially. This isn't done to recreate the true colors, but to make different body parts more visible as study material, resulting in scientific images of wacky blueberry fleas:

The subtly varying transparency levels of living tissues are completely lost as well, which is why the fine hairs of insects stand out more like cactus thorns in SEM imagery, and tardigrades look like opaque leathery things with no eyes:

...Even though a tardigrade actually has eyes, they're just under the surface of a crystal clear exoskeleton:

Another thing that probably contributes to the uncanniness of SEM images is also the fact that they can only show us embalmed corpses encased in liquid metal.

It's not possible to do this fine level of scanning "instantaneously" enough for it to work on anything that's still moving, so even when you see scanning electron images of animals in various lifelike poses, it's because they're preserved specimens that were carefully positioned, or they were live specimens basically "flash frozen" by a sudden dehydration process, mummified so fast they never knew it. Many specimens are then "sputter coated," meaning they're sprayed with a thin (like microns thin) layer of liquid gold, platinum or other fine metal in order for the electrons to perfectly bounce off of every subatomic detail and produce that perfect scan. So this is a live fruit fly:

And this is a fruit fly mummy with probably some sort of chrome plating: