#Flinch
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everyday-is-uncle-day · 6 months ago
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two very different flinches
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ghostlymagazinepeanut · 16 days ago
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Flinch!
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thatcakelovingwitch · 5 months ago
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blackseafoam · 8 months ago
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✨Flinch✨
From an extremely brief imperial deployment to working for a severely dysfunctional science crew. An extremely toxic work environment from day 1, with his boss and coworker having been at odds with each other for almost a year. Flinch is resolute but having a hard time adjusting to being forced into “civilian” life, and trying to figure out his new role on the team.
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dk-thrive · 4 months ago
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If you think it's not work to stay steady, to remain present, to not pull back in the face of terrible suffering, then you have never been in the face of terrible suffering. It's something I've failed at. I try not to flinch, I try not to be overwhelmed, I try not to run away. But I have.
— Kerry Egan, On Living (Riverhead Books, October 25, 2016)
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andreainlove · 21 days ago
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different kind of brainrot
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vertigoartgore · 24 days ago
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2000's Flinch #11 cover by cover artist/painter Phil Hale. Source
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everydaystyles · 6 months ago
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Flinch (Late Late Show 2017)
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livelaughlovetoread · 5 months ago
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As a cat lover, I need to talk about Mrs. Norris.
She was, most likely, not alive in the Marauders era.
She would be pushing 30 in 1998 if she was. Old cats sleep all day (I have two trust me).
I'm not saying that magic cats can't live longer... but the average life span is 13–17 years.
Mrs. Norris had a predecessor and I want to know more about them.
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emojiburst · 10 months ago
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punkrockmixtapes · 2 days ago
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Flinch - i heard monogamy and the patriarchy are best of friends (and Tennyson wr...
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blackseafoam · 8 days ago
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Drawing something silly before bed
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ghostlymagazinepeanut · 16 days ago
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soundcrusher · 2 years ago
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Work's a horror show and I got a funny little idea.
So... doodle time it is!
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The Record and Overlord doodle isn't part of my idea, but it was way too damn funny to not doodle it.
Also! Featuring @cuppajj's Sentient Lost Light being a papa to baby Pheonix, because that's a huge part for my funny little idea.
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mossware · 10 months ago
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SotG #006
Howdy folks, this week in the project I spent working on some preliminary combat systems, like flinching and poise mechanics! Getting combat to feel weighty is tough, but I'm pretty happy with the progress so far. Especially flinching, I have it currently calculating the point of contact between the colliders and using that to get a direction that the attack is coming from to make the victim flinch in the according direction. When poise is broken it also briefly slows down time a lot, it really gives it a lot of emphasis but its still a work shopped idea, not entirely sure if I'll keep it in the long run. Anyways thanks for reading, I'll see y'all next week!
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starryybrained · 9 months ago
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JuneofDoom Day 6 - Flinch
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Content: Gun use, standard buckshot roulette things
The music from outside thuds through the walls.
Reverb had made his choice. Signed the waiver.
His name glows bright on the screen counting his score.
Only so many chances.
The music thrums in his veins. His blood is warm.
He listens to Lilith. Plays the game.
… The shells are inserted in a random order.
He knows this. Everyone who plays the game knows. They know the risks.
The music sounds distorted. Faint, but too loud to concentrate.
… Concentrate!
He holds the rifle. He knows there shouldn’t be any live rounds left. He’s been counting.
… Is his heartbeat syncing with the music?
He pauses, gripping the handle. Fingering the trigger.
Reverb’s hands shake.
He presses his finger down — flinching violently, reacting on impulse.
Click.
A blank.
He shudders, letting out a breath.
He knew that. What else was he expecting?
Taking a deep breath, he sets the rifle down.
When he looks up, he can see Lilith smiling.
She looks him in the eye and picks up the rifle for the next round.
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