#Fifth Generation

[andromeda-jesters]

Pspsps so I realize that my blog has changed. A LOT. Anddd I was wondering... could I grab a new government assigned jester??? Or like, an update of the old one! Idk! But I have grown a lot!! As a person!!!! And yea!

Sure thing! How about a little pizza jester?

~Mod Andromeda

[ronnietheaveragetrainer]

Happy Pokémon Day!! I wanted to draw my favorite spiders for the occasion 🕷️🕷️

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[northernbluetongue]

💧🍃🔥

御三家まとめ

[digitalproject]

5G, short for fifth generation, is the latest and most advanced wireless communication technology. It is designed to provide faster internet speeds, lower latency, and increased connectivity compared to its predecessors, including 4G LTE. 5G is not just an incremental improvement; it represents a significant leap in wireless technology.

[akultech]

iPadOS 14.5.1, up to iPadOS 15.7, upgradable to iPadOS 16.5 128GB 8GB RAM, 256GB 8GB RAM, 512GB 8GB RAM, 1TB 16GB RAM, 2TB 16GB RAM Apple M1 12.9 inches, 2732 x 2048 pixels, 120Hz Refresh rate 12 MP (Triple camera), 12 MP front 10758 mAh 120Hz refresh rate

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[golyadkin]

professional courtesy? don't know her

[xnarlie-starlightx]

This is quite difficult for me to answer this cause all of them aged well from Nintendo 64 era. Yet, coming myself that has only played SM64 back then in my childhood years but have played Conker and Banjo-Kazooie as an adult on Xbox One (Rare Replay), it’s definitely a tie between Conker’s Bad Fur Day and Banjo series here.

Maybe still haven’t voted but best of luck no matter which best 3D plat-former game wins, still half childhood ruined my kid self missed almost of all Nintendo library games back then.

The Nintendo 64 is one of the most memorable systems in what concerns 3D platformers with 3D environments and jumps and things like that. Don't forget off course the great amount of collectables present in many of these games. The N64 has some of the pinnacle titles of this genre until this day. That said I would like to know which game do you think has the crown. Which is the best 3D platformer for the N64?

[julsgax]

Dangerous family 🫶🏽

Trying a new artstyle

[andromeda-jesters]

Yo, can I get a jester? :]

(Preferably a blue one, but you do you).

Bluuuuuuuue Jester!

~Mod Andromeda

[marzipanandminutiae]

why are you determined to make this joke work sir

middle-aged male tourist at the museum, during a discussion about the cafe nearby and how I recommend their hot chocolate: what's your last name?

me, thinking he's having trouble reading my name tag: oh, it's Surname

him: is that Irish?

me: well, it can be short for Longer Irish Name Containing Surname, but for my family it's English from-

him: if you were Irish, we'd know what was in that hot chocolate! haha! ;)

me: ...ah. well, I have to go relieve my colleague upstairs now, so enjoy the rest of your day!

him, still in tones of high jocularity: what about your boss? I bet he's Irish! what's his last name?

me: ooookay have a nice day bye!

[evilkitten3]

i have a theory about shinji, gin, and aizen, but i'm not really sure how to word it.

we never really see shinji and gin interact all that much, which makes sense bc both of them have significantly more important relationships with aizen, but at the same time it's a little odd how much there isn't.

like. gin cut hiyori in half. shinji is understandably pissed about that, but he aims that anger at aizen - and this seems to be one of the very few things in the bleach world that honestly isn't on him bc he never told gin to do that, he never even implied it. hiyori was never a threat to him. hell, we don't even know if she was charging in the right direction; if anything, attacking her implies that she was which is a really stupid thing to do when you're surrounded by a bunch of people who super want you dead and would kill you if they could be sure you weren't tricking them into stabbing each other (ofc it could also be a fakeout but still)

but i don't remember shinji's beef ever really being with gin, even tho he didn't seem to anticipate that gin was working with aizen the whole time during tbtp. so like does he feel responsibility there? cuz gin went straight from academy to 3rd seat and shinji could plausibly feel like that sent him right to aizen bc he doesn't know that gin was always aiming for that. did he blame himself? does he feel like he should've seen it coming? does he still see him as some weird genius kid? does he just view gin as an extension of aizen, which is both dehumanizing to an extent but also entirely fair bc gin did that to himself?

the thing is, since we never really see them interact much, it's kind of only interesting on shinji's side of things, bc gin doesn't really care about much outside of whatever the fuck he thought he was doing and the version of rangiku that he has in his head who needs back something that the real one doesn't ever seem to have realized she lost to begin with. gin's so disconnected with basically everybody that most of the time you can usually assume his thoughts are just "lol. lmao" and there's no reason to think that doesn't extend to shinji as well (gin has deep thoughts on: aizen, ichigo, and matsumoto (massive asterisk on that one ofc) and i think everyone else is kinda set dressing to him lmao the guy is Fucked Up)

anyway i think it's interesting to toy around with that relationship as it was in reality as well as how it might've been perceived, but also in the sense of both of them being sort of opposite ends of the manchild spectrum - shinji leans into his childish side but still has a fairly adult worldview, and gin is able to pull off maturity to an extent but was never able to escape a deeply childish mindset

[amygdalae]

im not terrible at math but im so fucking slow at it and any time pressure just makes my brain work less. However due to my enjoyment of beer ive grown quite proficient at calculating tips

[mostly-natm]

Is it that time of year again, already? 🎂🎈🎁

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[akultech]

iPadOS 14.5.1, up to iPadOS 15.7, upgradable to iPadOS 16.5 128GB 8GB RAM, 256GB 8GB RAM, 512GB 8GB RAM, 1TB 16GB RAM, 2TB 16GB RAM Apple M1 12.9 inches, 2732 x 2048 pixels, 120Hz Refresh rate 12 MP (Triple camera), 12 MP front 10758 mAh 120Hz refresh rate