#Google SI

[devilmeows]

fellow transmascs, we need to be a lot less blindly confident in our ability to not perpetuate transmisogyny. just because we're trans doesn't mean we've unlearned the lifetime of not being affected by transmisogyny. just because we're trans doesn't mean we're magically immune to being transmisogynistic. we all know women can perpetuate misogyny, or that disabled people can be ableist, so why is the fact that transmascs can be transmisogynistic so hard to conceive?

transmisogyny is much more than just hating trans women, and we would all do well to listen to transfems about it.

and if you perceive this as an anti-transmasc thing, fucking check yourself. this isn't about you. this is about our transfem sisters.

[httpearlmoon]

I always wonder why no one talks about this g/t parent trope

I mean, imagine the calm father/mother in life and suddenly finds his son the size of a hamster.

There you can play at different stages of your child, it can be from very young children, teenagers and even adults. I also think about how each parent will take it, because there are those who will make it more rational, others more sentimental, some will feel guilty for not taking care of them properly, thinking about the child's future in relation to life, there are so many things to imagine.

I also think of scenarios where the child is a teenager in that "rebellion" stage, where it is colder and harsher, where a parent struggles to give and receive affection, so I imagine that being so tiny, the parent finds it easier to insist or bother the little one to give and receive love from their child.

[wish-i-were-heather]

I GOT 100 ON THE SPANISH TEST

[alwaystoreturntome]

[myokk]

I think your art is so distinctively your style and absolutely beautiful to boot. The sketchy quality to your drawings pulls me in and makes me want more. You're a wonderful creator <3

Awwwwwww thank you so much😭💓

this means so much🥹…I started drawing in this style in april just so I could be able to illustrate my fanfics & I’ve been having so much fun!!!

[bestiainfinita]

English:

So for the last couple of months I´ve been working on an Excel Presentation which objective is organize "all" of the "EPIC: The Musical" Full Fan-Animatics (that meet a certain criteria, which I´ll comment later).

It´s currently unfinished but I really wanted to share it and it would be helpfull if y´all tell me if everything is working properly, or if you have any form of feed-back about it. Also if you have a full animatic that I haven´t found and added yet send it to me so I can do that.

Español:

Así que durante los últimos meses he estado trabajando en una presentación de Excel cuyo objetivo es organizar "todos" los Fan-Animatics Completos de "EPIC: The Musical" (que cumplan con ciertos criterios que comentaré más adelante).

Actualmente no está terminado, pero realmente quería compartirlo y me sería muy útil si me dijeran si todo funciona correctamente o si tienen cualquier tipo de recomendación. Además, si conocen / tienen algún animatic completo que aún no he encontrado ni agregado, envíenmelo para que lo haga.

English

So my criteria of what animatics were added here was;

1) The animatic must be about EPIC, not about any other fandom. (This one is obligatory)

2) The animatic must be using a released version of the song, so animatics using snippets aren’t here.

3) The animatic must be of the full song, there is room for a couple of seconds missing, like 10 or something depending on the song.

Also, you might notice how the songs are indicated by either green, yellow or red(ish), each color have a meaning.

• Green: It follows all of the criteria previously mentioned.

• Yellow: It doesn’t follow one or two points of the criteria, the specifics would be:

- Because it’s using a non-oficial or non-released version of the song.

- Because it’s missing about 20 to 40 seconds (this variates from song to song).

- Because it’s (stated to be) un-finished.

- Because it’s set on a non-canon moment of the lore or is putting the song on an incorrect moment of the history.

• Red-ish: This one just shouldn’t be there but I putted there either way because I felt like it, they shouldn’t be there because:

- Any of the reasons in the criteria and in yellow, with atleast two at the same time.

- I wasn’t able to find the animatic or creator.

- It straight up doesn’t exist anymore.

Español:

Entonces, mi criterio sobre qué animatics entraban o no a la presentación es la siguiente:

1) El animatic debe ser de EPIC, es decir, no es de ningún otro fandom diferente. (Este es el único obligatorio)

2) El animatic debe usar una versión publicada de forma oficial, es decir, no se incluirán animatics que usan snippets.

3) El animatic debe ser la canción completa, hay un cierto margen de como 10 segundos dependiendo de la canción.

De seguro notarán que las celdas que indican los animatics vienen en verde, amarillo o rojo (o similar), cada color tiene su significado.

• Verde: Cumple adecuadamente con todos los puntos del criterio.

• Amarillo: No cumple con uno o dos de Los puntos del criterio, de forma más específica sería;

- Porque está usando una versión no oficial y/o no terminada de la canción.

- Porque le faltan de 20 a 40 segundos de la canción (este número varía de canción a canción).

- Porque (se indicó que) está incompleto.

- Porque está situado fuera del canon de EPIC o en un momento cronológicamente incorrecto.

• Rojo: Estos animatics genuinamente no deberían de haber sido incluidos pero los agregué de todos modos, estos no deberían de estar aquí por:

- Cualquiera de las razones de la criteria o el punto “amarillo”, con por lo menos dos de estás a la vez.

- No fui capaz de encontrar el animatic o al creador.

- De plano, el animatic ya no existe.

[latinotiktok]

oioi, eu tava querendo mandar uma submission p tu mas fica aparecendo essa msg d erro, vc pode me ajudar pfv? :]

Tumblr não permite mais submissions!! :(( Eu não sei porque mas ninguém pode enviar videos. Mande-me o link eu publicarei If you want

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

i've mentioned here and there that i made a relationships/dynamic spreadsheet. i have finally put it to use. look on my Works, ye mighty, and despair.

-extra note: i am not omniscient and i cannot watch every stream. i may have missed a sibling declaration or two.

-extra extra note: i currently speak only english and used google translate for the rest. if theres a translation error I'd love to know- i wont be able to go back and fix these, but im always so curious about how accurate google translate can be

extra extra note pt 2: do. do other languages use guardian as in "legal guardian" as in "not a family member but still Primary Caregiver of child" because i am suddenly aware those translations might not be correct. on the other hand tho if google translate decided that the parents are guarding warriors of the eggs im not going to argue

[filmap]

헤어질 결심 / Decision to Leave Park Chan-wook. 2022

Temple Songgwangsa Temple, 100 Songgwangsaan-gil, Suncheon-si, Jeollanam-do, South Korea See in map

See in imdb

[je-to-slusny-clovek]

pečivo A

pečivo B

[hidden-havven]

i am afraid of tonight's cellbit stream

[antebunny]

Only Children

Barbara has been the last Bat in Gotham for two weeks when her surveillance finds Jason. It is a long-forgotten but somehow still operating security camera in a grainy corner of Gotham that tips her off. Settling in for another long day in, ironically, the Jason Wayne Gotham Public Library, founded almost ten years ago, Barbara immediately receives a notification that one of her searches found a match.

Usually she keeps her day work separate from her night work, for both security and personal mental health reasons. Lately she’s been slipping. For the past two weeks, her mind has slowly been consumed by a burning call to find them find them find them bring them home.

“Please be real,” Barbara says to anyone, any higher power listening. Her laptop itches in her lap as she abandons her desk in the library and heads to a back room, where she can conducts her investigations with more secrecy. 

The stale air of the back room greets her with a swirl of dust as the door slams shut behind her. Barbara wheels herself to the low desk and boots up the desktop. If this notification is a trap from someone who knows or suspects her identity, she wants her personal laptop safe. From the desktop, she opens the surveillance footage that tipped off one of her automatic searches. 

Last night, 4:34 am. West Murray Road. A southbound van (white, no license plate) pulls to the curb. People dressed in all-black clothing spill out of the east-facing doors. There are no distinct features amongst any of them, save for one. He is wearing a white workout shirt, stained deep brownish red in too many places to count, and ripped jeans. The footage is incredibly blurry and grainy due to the time of night and the quality of the camera, but the man’s arms are behind his back in an awkward position which indicates that they are being forcibly kept there. Two of the people wearing black press close to his sides, adding credence to this theory. 

Over his head is a black bag. 

Barbara isn’t one for fits of emotion, but the past few months are driving her to extremes. She pauses the video. Breathes in. “Please be real,” she repeats. “Please.”

A mantra that reveals her worst fears: if she’s hoping that this kidnapped, endangered individual is one of the Bats, what’s the worst-case scenario? 

4:35 am. The hooded man suddenly drops to the ground and rolls backward. His arms flash to the sky. They contort out of something bright and silver. Dislocated joint, Barbara thinks while the horrible, fearful hope mounts. His hands slide around his neck until they find something. A moment later, the bag is off his head. His feet are carrying him backwards. 

But the people in black are coming. And the man’s blind, backwards flight has carried him into a brick wall on the opposite side of West Murray Road. His head scans the street. His eyes find the camera, which the people in black missed, and for one dreadful moment Barbara’s surveillance footage has a perfect 480p view of his face. This is the moment that flagged the searches currently running on every camera that Barbara has access to. 

Jason’s mouth makes the very distinct shape of the letter O. The people in black pile on him like wolves on a wounded deer. He goes down fighting. 

4:54 am. The people wearing black drag him across the street and disappear into a building on the east side. 

“Oh God. Oh my God.” Barbara pauses the footage and allows herself twenty-three seconds of resting her face in her hands and just breathing. Then she gets to work. 

The basic problem is as follows: Barbara has no idea who has Jason. 

The building on West Murray Road is an abandoned liquor store; Barbara can find no sign of legal use since 2019. She can, however, find a long history of mysterious white vans dropping off mysterious customers at that very spot, for at least a year. Clearly, it’s an organized crime group that has Jason. But most Rouges of Gotham are leaders of organized crime groups, including Jason. Red Hood’s band of merry men are slowly falling apart with the sudden disappearance of their leader, but that’s the least of Barbara’s worries. Hell, even the Bats fall under the category of “organized crime.” 

The underlying problem is that Barbara has absolutely no support. She is the last Bat left in Gotham since Jason disappeared. Before that, it was Barbara, Steph and Jason. Steph disappeared on an ill-fated solo rescue mission to save Cass. Right now the best Barbara can hope for is that she’s still alive. 

If Barbara runs a rescue operation now, it’ll be blind, alone and chair-bound. If she fails, she will be exposing the last remaining hidden member of Gotham’s Bats–Oracle–to the criminal world. To date no one has come looking for Oracle, which means none of the Bats have given her up. 

She doesn’t know who has Jason, what state Jason is in, or what obstacles she can expect to face. These are the exact reasons why she and Jason told Steph not to rescue Cass just yet. Now the situation is even worse: Barbara is the last one left free, the last one still in Gotham. 

But what other choice does Barbara have? 

--

Izzy stumbles upon the package on a dismal Sunday afternoon. It’s a black box large enough to hold a pair of shoes, resting in a suspiciously-colored puddle on the side of the street. The surface is shiny, and when Izzy pokes it, she can’t tell what the material is. Izzy turns the box over, ignoring the suspicious liquid running down the sides. It’s not poisonous. Probably. There’s a button built into the bottom side of the box. Immediately, Izzy is suspicious; nothing this nice sticks around the Bowery for very long. 

Against her better instincts, Izzy presses the button. She leans back as the lines appear along the sides of the box and it hisses open. Inside the box is mostly empty, save for a small pile of cash in $20 bills, and a tiny metal something.

“I have a job offer for you,” says a mechanized voice.

Izzy grabs the cash and kicks the box away. Heart pounding, she stands up, backs up, and watches in morbid fascination as the box bumps harmlessly against the curb. That’s good, right? There’s no person, just a voice and an empty box which is far enough from Izzy that she could probably run away if gas starts coming out of it or something. She turns over the wad of USD in her hand. Maybe it’s coated in a poisonous substance. Anything could happen in Gotham, and Batman hasn’t been seen in months. The villains are getting bolder and bolder. 

“It’s just cash,” says the mechanized voice. Whatever filter that voice is using makes it clear that the voice belongs to real person, but also obscures any identifying features. 

Izzy’s head jerks up from the cash. She narrows her eyes at the box. “Are you watching me?”

“Yes,” says the voice, refreshingly honestly. “It’s just upfront cash. If you take the job, there’s a lot more on the other side.”

The thing is. Just because Izzy knows better doesn’t mean that she doesn’t need money. 

“What’s the job?”

“Let’s take this inside,” requests the voice.

Izzy glances up and down the street. On one side is an abandoned dock house where Izzy spends too much of her time. On the other side are a couple of run-down buildings which may have real stores or may have fronts for less-than-legal businesses. Who’s to say. 

“What’s the job?” Izzy repeats. She approaches the box again, lying innocuously open on a cracked Gotham curb. Gingerly, she reaches into the box and picks out the tiny metal thing. When she puts it in her ear, the mechanized voice speaks up again.

“Delivery,” says the voice succinctly. It is much quieter in her ear. Izzy supposes this is one way of making sure no one is eavesdropping. 

“What’s the catch?”

“It’s dangerous,” the voice says promptly, continuing the trend of suspicious honesty. Izzy sincerely hopes that this honesty is not a cover-up for a worse truth. “Both the handling and the drop-off.”

“How much you offering?”

“Ten thousand grand.”

$10,000 just for an errand. Izzy thinks she might be sick. Surely this is too good to be true. Really, she just needs some medical bills covered. The problem is that she doesn’t yet know how much money she’ll need. If she tells this mystery person, maybe she can get all her expenses covered rather than get $10,000 in cash. On the other hand, that’ll hand her identity over to this person. Who has already admitted to watching her. Ah, screw it.

Izzy picks up the empty box. She brushes her hair in front of her shoulders, so that it covers the earpiece. “Can you cover medical bills or does it have to be in cash?” 

Familiar Gotham sewage smells follow Izzy onto the next street. She hears the very faint sound of typing from the earpiece. So there really is someone on the other end.

“I can get someone to lend a hand.” 

Izzy squeezes her eyes shut and pictures it. Every inch of stress that’s been weighing her down, every worry, down the drain, wiped away. It’s ridiculous. This is Gotham. Even it it wasn’t, it’s too good to be true. Izzy knows better than this. She had her dumb teenage years but this would be the stupidest thing she’s ever done. 

It is an unusually warm November day, but Izzy pulls her fuschia sweater in tight. “What do you need me to do?”

--

Brian doesn’t believe in second chances or coincidences. Nevertheless, he’s taking this thankless, illegal guard duty grunt work because he’s fully out of options. They say his employer doesn’t give second chances. It’s also awfully coincidental that this off-the-books guard duty has him loitering outside some run-down storefront off West Murray Road. He used to live on this street, though much further north. 

“What d’ya think we’re guardin?’” Asks Rocky, Brian’s fellow guard who named himself after the movie. 

“None of our business.” Brian throws some sort of pebble at Rocky, who only looks at him in some mixture of boredom and disgust. 

“Heard someone screamin’ last night,” Rocky continues. 

“Shut the fuck up and don’t ask questions if you wanna live,” says Brian, keenly aware of how Rocky’s voice echoes through the abandoned street. West Murray Road doesn’t get much love from Gothamites, and even less at night. The most entertainment Brian has seen all this time is two rats fighting. 

“Alright, calm your tits, I’m just bored as hell, man,” Rocky defends. “Nothing interesting ever happens–”

“Hey.”

Both Brian and Rocky jerk out of their distracted, half-asleep slouches. There’s a woman with a purple(? Pink? Red?) sweater standing right in front of the door they’re supposed to be guarding. She’s wearing a mask, but that’s pretty normal. It’s Covid-19 season, after all. They fail to look down and see the small package at her feet. Their attention instead falls to the black box in her hands. 

“I have a delivery?” The woman motions with the box in her hands. 

Rocky and Brian both jerk back, hands fumbling for weapons while they attempt to get a clearer picture in the near total darkness. 

“This some kinda joke?” Brian snaps. 

“Uh.” The woman backs up a step. Maybe Rocky took out his gun. “Listen, I–”

BANG.

A horrible, indescribable scent slams into Brian’s nose so hard it shoots all the way into his skull and rattles his brain around. Vaguely, his eyes observe the woman adjusting another mask, a gas mask, under her K95 mask as he collapses to the sidewalk. Then he blacks out. 

Barbara is moving her drones before the two guards hit the ground. 

[thebusylilbee]

[5 - Ménagerie]

Tu rentre dans la ménagerie et - WOW c'est le bordel là dedans ! Les volatiles sont au milieu des animaux de fermes, et on dirait même que quelqu'un à oublié son gamin au milieu.

Eh mais ça te rappelle un truc cette histoire…

Voyons voir…

Un oiseau.

Un enfant.

Une… chèvre ?

LE BLEU DU CIEL, UN PEU DE SUCRE UN PEU DE SEL

UN CROCODILE, UNE VACHE AU SOLEIL

ET CE SOIR JE M'ENDORS AU PAYS DES MERVEILLES

(Malédiction : NikJeL'aiDansLaTêteMaintenant ) (Effet : -2 jets de concentration.) (Invulnérabilité si né après 2003)

Héhéhéhéhé je suis d'avant 2003 mais comme j'ai toujours su m'isoler de tout tube de l'été ou morceau mainstream, car personne de ma famille n'écoutait la radio ou se souciait de l'actualité musicale, je te fais une Super Esquive De La Mort et ton attaque tombe à l'eau :^)

[postmanlinksbootyshorts]

i haven't done my makeup in 3 years so my inspiration for tonight's look is a fucking roblox skin TJGSYYIHFEGINDSIOHDRUIRDHHF

[luciluck2046]

Someone: "Whacha doing now?"

Me: "Creating accounts for socials that I will never use like Twitter, Instagram and TikTok."

Someone: "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?!?"

Me: "So no one will ever be @luciluck2046 and that's gonna be me >:3"

Someone: "Huh that's actually kinda normal-"

Me:*goes feral* "NEVER SAY I'M NORMAL 3:<"