#Haircut Darwin

[paddleboatonfire]

A New Page of Finding Darwin

A webcomic about a sad short little guy's journey to find his lost dog. He quickly becomes acquainted with an unusual friend along the way...

[al-the-remix]

TikTok Chef!Buck AU: several sentences sunday (or something like that)

I'm close to finishing the fic I've been working on so I finally felt like I could write a little something based off this headcannon without feeling too guilty about it, lol. 2k of mostly crack, please enjoy.

It all starts when Tommy’s stuck on his couch for a week with a sprained knee. He wishes he could claim it happened doing something heroic–or at the very least badass–but in truth it was the result of letting his ego get the best of him at the squat rack. 

Lucy stops by a few times to keep him company, which really means letting herself in unannounced with her spare key, eating all the leftovers in his fridge, and offering an unsolicited running critique of whatever show he’s watching. Today it was Below Deck reruns. 

“If I ever decide to take a vacation on a boat, tackle me, this shit does not look worth it.”

“You really don’t have to be here you know,” Tommy says, leaning over to grab some chips from the near-empty bag she was cradling before they were all gone. He’d been looking forward to eating those for dinner and feeling sorry for himself. 

Lucy just snorts. “Please, if I wasn’t here you’d already be up to something ill advised. I caught you looking up deck chair patterns earlier, power tools don’t go well with injuries, Tommy, even if it’s only carpentry.”

Well, she had him there. 

At least she had the decency to order them Chinese take out for dinner so he wouldn’t have to Instacart a can of soup or something equally pathetic. 

Before she left she made a grabby hand at him. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?” Tommy asks, already suspicious. 

She met his suspicion with boredom. “Don’t ask stupid questions, just do it.”

Rolling his eyes, he hands it over, giving into her whim, and maybe he should find it a little more unsettling that she already seems to know his password off by heart. 

She clicks around for long enough that Tommy starts getting nervous: what was the last text message he sent? Was it embarrassing? Were all his nudes still in that locked folder? Did she know the password for that too? Just when he was going to start asking questions she tosses his phone back. “Here, this should keep you entertained for a while,” she explains as he scrambles to catch it. “My niece wastes hours of her life on this crap.”

“Such ringing endorsement,” Tomy grumbles, she’s downloaded some kind of video app onto his phone. TikTok. Perfect. He’d heard of that one, apparently it was single handedly ruining a whole generation’s attention span and the Chinese government was using it to spy on the inner lives of teenagers with stupid haircuts and a critical lack of social skills. 

“Are you sure you didn’t just give me some kind of virus?” Tommy asks, clicking around the home page arbitrarily, the UI didn’t make a lick of sense. 

“Har, har. You were always good at picking up new skills, I’m sure you’ll figure this out in no time. I have faith in you,” she says, clapping him hard enough on the shoulder to make him wince. 

He finds his profile page by total mistake. His username reads: benchedcockwrangler.

“How do I change this?” he asks, waving his phone at her as she makes for the door. 

“You don’t,” she says, without looking back. “Don’t stay up on that thing all night, it will ruin your sleep schedule!”

Tommy winces as the front door slams and sighs. He’ll figure out how to change it later. After all, beggars can’t be choosers and three days into his mandatory medical leave he’s already so bored he’s ready to stab his eyes out with hot pokers just to mix it up a bit. 

He scrolls through the app, and based on most of what he sees he finds himself unable to justify its existence in the first place. It feels like every video he watches drags him into a deeper alternate universe where everyone’s wholeheartedly competing for the top of the podium at the Darwin Awards. 

There’s a woman digging tunnels under her apartment that Tommy is positive are not up to code (that’s a call just waiting to happen); and two young ladies mixing cocktails of a concerning hue and variety at random local establishments (not necessarily anything that would warrant a trip to the ER but potentially a health code violation); and what seems like an ungodly number of men hosting podcasts (Tommy is pretty sure that even during his darkest days rotting in the closet he had a better batting average picking up women than any of these bozos.)

Tommy’s eyes start to glaze over as he scrolls past comedians, and political commentators, and people reviewing romance novels, and–how has it already been forty minutes?

He’s about ready to give up and throw his phone across the room and leave it there until Lucy shows up tomorrow and he can make her delete it off his phone, when catchy music, an arm roped with muscle, and a criminally tight shirt sleeve catches his attention. 

It’s some kind of cooking video and his first impression is: how is anyone supposed to understand what’s going on with edits that fast? His second impression is: hot man. Man hot.

Soon his brain is catching up with his eyes, kickstarting like a toddler being exposed to sugar for the first time. 

Cooking might be a generous description for what’s going on here. The man is obviously skilled, but the main focus of the video seems to be how hot he looks in an apron (very) and whether it’s possible to bring half a peach to completion by finger blasting the pit out of it (not like, whether or not you should pre-bake your tart crust to achieve an ideal texture). 

Tommy has to watch it twice just to fully absorb everything that’s going on. He’s making some kind of deconstructed peach crumble topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and steak with fries that looks fancier than anything Tommy’s ever eaten at a restaurant. 

Half way through the video the man wipes down the worktop shirtless with a cloth sudsy enough to make Tommy’s mouth go instantly dry then suddenly wet enough he’s forced to swallow. 

He clicks through to ChefFirehose’s profile just to, you know, get a better sample size. Tommy’s not above letting himself be manipulated by a man with biceps like melons and a cute smile. 

His profile description reads: LA resident, self-taught, putting out fires and saving lives in my spare time. Just here to give the food the appreciation it deserves. Let me show off for you 😉.

Tommy thinks this guy must be new to town, because living nearly a decade even in a city as sprawling and overcrowded as LA, he doesn’t know how he could miss running into this guy on the job. There was no way he wouldn’t remember a guy this hot even through turnouts, a helmet, and smeared in a thick layer of soot.

He starts working his way back through ChefFirehose’s videos, and some are admittedly a little less chaotic than the rest, but all of them are just tongue-and-cheek enough that Tommy feels confident he’s just one in close to a million people in on a joke and not enabling someone’s very real personality disorder. 

He’s stuck somewhere between disbelief and admiration. He definitely wouldn't have the balls to post this on the internet for everyone to see and so obviously thirst over. He braves the comment section on a few of the videos and it’s just a litany of horned-up men and women trying their best to make ChefFirehose laugh, or get in his pants, or both. He replies to almost all of his comments with either a smirking emoji or acting deliberately oblivious when someone tries to bait him into giving up the bit. Tommy finds him funny and maybe a little more endearing than he should after ten videos. 

Tommy can’t really blame them for trying to shoot their shot so shamelessly. ChefFirehose’s wardrobe consists of polos plastered so tight to his skin that Tommy was mildly concerned about restricted blood circulation, dress shirts buttoned dangerously low, and slacks that wrap snugly around miles of long, toned leg. 

Those weren’t Tommy’s favorite looks though. No, every so often a video would start and he’s be dressed down in soft looking sweatpants, a baseball cap pushed on backwards plastering his auburn curls to his forehead, and a white tank top–or if Tommy was really lucky, no shirt at all (sometimes not even the apron which Tommy had mixed feelings about...), his muscled arms and shoulders on full display. He’s got tattoos decorating his forearms that Tommy can’t quite make out, a collection of fine lines on pale skin like thin ribbons of chocolate drizzled over a crape. 

Those videos are most often breakfast related and ChefFirehose is barefoot in his kitchen, the warm sunlight casting his face in gold. He paints such an enticing tableau it’s all too easy for Tommy’s brain to plop himself right down in that scene, imagination running wild. He can so easily picture what it would be like: in that kitchen, feeling the warm cast of sun on his face and getting to watch built, handsome man make him breakfast with that flirty confidence of his. 

Tommy bookmarks a video of him making an omelet, the way he handles the eggs making Tommy blush like he’s a schoolgirl and not a man pushing forty. He feels less guilty about getting hard over it on the sofa surrounded by takeout containers than he probably should.  

The screen goes suddenly black and Tommy’s faced with his own reflection in the finger smudged screen, chin rolls and all. Fuck. He reaches for his charger. God, his life was depressing at the moment, and apparently he really needs to get laid.

So yeah, by the time his two weeks of recovery are up he’s feeling a little stir crazy in an entirely different way than before. He’s never been more glad to get back to work, put some of this weirdness behind him and get some much needed distance from his phone.

That’s only part of the reason why he doesn’t even think twice when Howie calls him for a favor. A big favor. And that was only the first of many surprises the universe had in store for him, apparently.

Even fully clothed in his LFD uniform Tommy recognises him. Evan. Evan, Evan, Evan, (Tommy repeats over and over in his head until it drowns out every other name Tommy’s assigned him the past few weeks: slutty egg guy, ChefBigDick, totally off limits boyfriend material–just to name a few).

“So you’re the guy who’s gonna fly us into a hurricane.” Evan sounds a little breathless, like maybe he jogged all the way here, and Tommy chalks it up to the high that accompanies stealing government property. “Chim said you were the best pilot he knows and good in a pinch, but I still thought there was no way anyone that good would agree to something this crazy.”

Tommy’s definitely starting to feel a little crazy. Evan’s still shaking his hand. His grip is solid, his fingers long and nimble, surprisingly soft against this palm (he must really lather on the hand lotion) and Tommy can’t stop thinking about all the talented things he knows they can do. 

 “That’s me. Though I’m pretty sure I’m just the only pilot Howie knows who's in town at the moment.” 

“You look good to me–capable, I mean.” Evan gives him a solid smack on the shoulder with his free hand. His mouth does something funny like he's trying to hold back the sheer force of his excitement by his teeth. “Solid.”

His eyes are even bigger and brighter in person, smile softer, even taller than Tommy presumed. Howie’s giving them a weird look from over Evan’s shoulder. The other man with them, Eddie, isn’t paying them any attention, checking out the other helicopters parked on the apron instead, and Tommy forces himself to pull his hand out of Evan’s warm grip. 

Tommy clears his throat. “Good to know. I’ll show you guys the bird we’ll be taking. I've got her all gassed up and ready to go.”

He just met his (internet) celebrity crush and the man of his dreams, and now Tommy was going to get him killed in one of the most spectacular ways imaginable. It seems like they’re all headed for the Darwin Awards this time.

[kraeki]

I need more Trent X Ibou content that handshake video was so cute. Actually, I wish I knew who and who are really good friends on the outside and what activities they do. Do they play video games together? Go out to eat? When I found out Trent goes to Mo’s house occasionally it was so heartwarming. I cannot wait for more non football media content this season. Hopefully more Bezzies and QnAs

I wonder about this stuff all the time too, there’s so much we don’t know!! I mean Mo and Trent have been at the club for years and we only just found out they’re friends at that level. Our guys are more private than many other footballers about their lives off pitch so we know so little!! I cherish every crumb we get. Off the top of my head some other random things we know:

Andy and Thiago’s (rip) families are friends, the families’ boxes were next to each other at Anfield

Dom and Ryan have played Call of Duty together

Curtis has been to Dom’s house

Dom has been to Trent’s house

Dom and Trent have been out for dinner together just them and then also with some Youtubers

Joe’s family is close with Virgil’s family, Joe’s son adores one of Virgil’s daughters

Ryan and Ibou watch anime together on the team bus

Caoimhin and Diogo are friends, they do a lot of betting between themselves

Andy and Trent are obviously great friends but Andy has said he doesn’t really go to Trent’s house. Maybe Trent is the one to visit him as Andy’s the family man - like with Mo

Trent has been to a Chris Brown concert with Andy but he also said he didn’t come with Andy. Idk his storytelling was confusing and I don’t fully remember.

Endo’s, Virgil’s and Mo’s kids all go to the same school

As seen in their barber’s post, Macca and Darwin have gotten haircuts together at Darwin’s house and Macca has also posted a picture with Darwin from one of their houses so they hangout for sure off pitch

The South American boys probably keep close in general. We’ve seen Lucho’s and Darwin’s kids play together

If you guys remember more random tidbits like this please tell me!! I love stuff like this

[sambuchito]

darwin nuñez goofy ass haircut brother kill yourself

[camp-cretaceous-posts]

Some good jwcc fics

darwin’s finches by @aquaquadrant a wonderful series exploring what happens if doctor Wu's mercenaries had broken the yacht at the end of season 3 leaving the campers stranded. first fic is how they survive and the second is when they influence the events of fallen kingdom. I love this series so much the interactions between the characters are amazing as well as the plot.

short fic of Kenji talking to Ben everyday with one of the walkie talkies after he falls off the monorail. Short and sad

Short fic where Jurassic world doesn’t exist and they’re all friends who live close, and helping each other with a haircut. Trans Ben also

Short fic of Brooklyn calling Yaz and Sammy to help rescue some baby dinosaurs after fallen kingdom. pretty good

by @emmaozsays Pretty much just the campers getting interviewed after they get back

please feel free to add your own fics or others that you like onto this post, I got a bit too tired to finish making this post but it would be really great if you checked some of these fics out!

[pensat-i-fet]

Darwin N had amazing hair at benfica too👀

Lisboa's barbers showing off 😅

It's funny with Darwin because each haircut makes him look quite different but they all work. Lucky him. I don't know which one I prefer for him 🤔

[songvitko]

Mirror, Mirror on the Screen: The Cyber-Cutting Room Floor

In the not-so-distant past, if you were curious about how a new hairstyle might grace your head, you'd have to sacrifice a Saturday afternoon at the salon. The sound of scissors would be the prelude to either a triumph or a potential disaster. But thanks to the geniuses at iFoto, we now have the Virtual Hair Try On. It's like having a salon in your pocket, minus the snipping anxiety and small talk about the weather.

Imagine this: You're lounging on your sofa, a bowl of your favorite snack within arm's reach, and your phone is your new, unlikely hairstylist. iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On is like that friend who’s always got your back—except it's got an AI haircut simulator, and it doesn't judge you for eating an entire bag of chips in one sitting. It's a win-win.

Let’s talk development, not the Charles Darwin kind, but the kind where we go from trying on hairstyles with a pair of scissors and a hope and a prayer, to an app that can predict if the pixie cut is going to make you look like a rockstar or aC_indsy. Remember when we had to rely on those flat, 2D pictures in magazines? iFoto has taken that relic and thrown it right out of the window—along with your risk of a bad hair day.

You upload a pic, the AI waves its magic wand, and voila, there you are with bangs that frame your face like you're in a shampoo commercial. Or maybe not. It's a toss-up, but at least you won't have to deal with the awkward silence of a stylist who's trying to tell you that the mullet is, um, "not in" anymore.

What's the catch, you ask? There isn't one, really. You don't have to worry about the app making you look like you got a haircut by a excited child with a pair of safety scissors. The Virtual Hair Try On is eerily accurate—like the kind of accurate that makes you wonder if the AI is peeking through your blinds, studying your facial structure while you sleep.

It's not just about avoiding the snip-snap-snip of disaster; it's about personalization. We live in a world where everyone has a distinct style, and iFoto gets that. It's not about fitting in; it's about standing out—in a good way, not the kind that gets you whispered about in the break room.

Think about it: In the age where we can order a pizza with a thousand toppings and get a playlist tailored to our mood, why shouldn't we have a haircut that's as unique as our taste in music? With iFoto, the dream of a personalized hairstyle that doesn't involve a degree in cosmetology is now a tap away.

So, are we looking at the end of the salon era? Not exactly. But iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On is like a warm-up before the main event. You get to experiment, to dabble in different looks without the commitment. It's like a sneak peek into your potential future, a look behind the curtain of what could be, without any of the sticky salon chair polish to deal with.

In closing, let's raise a glass (of your preferred beverage) to the brave new world of beauty tech. To iFoto, for making the mirror on the screen just a little more magical—and to us, for having one less thing to stress about when it comes to our appearance. Here's to the days of trying on new hairstyles without leaving the comfort of your own home, and to the demise of the bad hair day. Cheers.

[mayarism]

letter to abby 7.01.24

Dear Abby,

It makes me happy to get your letters in the mail. Do you write your letters from home or at a coffeeshop? I always miss you and wonder how you’re doing. When I read about your experiences taking it day by day, being overwhelmed with managing the bills piling on top of each other, your steely matter of fact way of handling stress, casually forgetting the names of the boys who think you’re cute – I think you handle all of life’s challenges with a bristly guard and as fiercely as you can.

Speaking of life challenges … I’ve included a bit in the letter I half started about the energy bill drama with my roommate Mehak (”Meek”). We had an in person discussion where I proposed not using AC in the main living room during the day, and keeping it to 73 at lowest if we turn it on at night. I said if we could agree on using energy with this practice in mind, I’d be comfortable splitting 3 way. Mehak said she agreed with that. Next thing we know, Niko and I come home to the thermostat set at 68 degrees. And when we confronted Mehak about it over text, she said “sorry she didn’t ask us permission”. But the issue was that she went behind our backs to wastefully use energy however she wanted over something she agreed to do, rather than telling us. That really makes me angry, and I’m ready to fight her about it. I wish you were here because I knew she’d be so scared of you.

I’m happy with the letter writing tradition we have, and how I get to still know what it feels like in your daily life. It’s annoying that men will flirt with you as you’re just trying to do your job, I can see you giving them either a stone cold or withering look. Maybe it’s because my day job minimizes how often I have to deal with men on a daily basis. When Lorenzo asked you about your love life, it seems like you want to protect your heart. And that’s fair, people should earn your trust. But at the same time, it’s exciting and meaningful to find where connections in life can take you.

The thing with EJ is over, but I started dating a guy named Erwin. He’s Chinese, and moved to the United States when he was young – in elementary or middle school, I think. He still has a faint Chinese accent, and I find it very cool that he’s still bilingual. But apparently, his mom’s friends will tell him he has an “American” accent when he speaks Mandarin. Aunties will also ask him if he’s dating anyone yet when he goes to get a haircut in Chinatown. He dresses like an “ABB” (”Asian Bad Boy”), in all black and chains, but he has a soft boy heart. He wants to start dressing like a pastel flower boy, because he says he “intimidates” people with the way he dresses and doesn’t want to do that. He works for a start up in paid media, and while he’s on the leadership team and owns part of the company, when people ask him what he does he tells them he just “crunches numbers” because he doesn’t like how people ask you what you do to assess your status. I asked him what his name means, and apparently, it’s after Darwin, because his mom thought Darwin was smart for coming up with the theory of evolution. And then his mom became a Christian after that.

What have you been reading and listening to lately? What art and poems gets you through a hard day? And what makes you feel like yourself? I know you’re just trying to take it day by day, so I hope this letter can bring you some small joy.

My friend tells me I need to learn how to relax, but I feel so high strung and rigid constantly thinking about everything that must be done. My head feels cluttered and I think if I empty it, I’ll calm down, but when I try to think of nothing I quickly feel depressed.

My friend gave me a writing prompt: “When you lose something irreplaceable, how do you repay, restore, or recreate those lost feelings and memories?”

I am thinking of our blue house on Mullen Road, and ex best friends, the feeling of being young and infinite and full of hope. I lost the backyard I raked leaves in, climbed trees in, sat in the sun with Juliet, back when she was young. How do you relax and process loss? How do you be human these days…. I feel angry and dark and I think my anger comes out. most noticeably, I lost my sense of humor. remember when I used to be funny? I think I need a good field to scream in. send me recommendations.

I recently started dating yet another guy who only works and goes to the gym. His life goal is to travel after he saves up for work. He puts his extra money towards investments, told me that our conversations about social issues were good “thought exercises” for him to try and engage with more, and that he never really identified with being oppressed himself. What is it with me being drawn to dating men that would ensure a risk-free, financially stable, emotionally empty life, when I know what I really want is the opposite?

It’s thunderstorming really hard right now, and I’m playing the Nujabes and also multitasking playing pokemon while writing this letter to you. Erwin lent his 2DS to me so I can play pokemon again… I had an appointment scheduled to extract my wisdom teeth this saturday, and without me even asking, he offered to come with me so he can call a car. And he said he would get me a surprise so I’d have something to entertain myself while recovering and I correctly guessed that the surprise was another pokemon game. (My first guess was a “riddle” and he laughed and said no, that’s not the surprise he had for me.) Playing pokemon has led me to feel philosophical about life … firstly, I forgot how the pokemon games like to insert random bits of wisdom about love and trust and friendship, randomly offered from NPCs. But I’ve also been musing about the limitations of games; how you can press A and talk to anyone, but how you can’t go off the map. The world you can explore is limited to what has been pre programmed. Thinking about that makes me feel really trapped when I play pokemon. I’ve also been thinking about how gameplay is accelerated in pokemon because you’re not limited by physical energy systems and the laws of nature.

love,

felice

[dilfenthusiast]

I think one of the best characterizations of Catwoman is the pixie! One of my favorites is the Darwin Cooke shaggy pixie

But I think Zoe Kravitz’s slightly janky cut is super cool and modern too and I think it suits her backstory of being poor and needing a very practical low maintenance haircut that can fit under the hood easily. One of my biggest complaints with the Christopher Nolan films was them trying to portray Selena as still being kind of poor and hardscrabble, but having this long mane of perfectly cut hair. While I get longer hair would likely help her “fit in” with the upper class crowd she’s trying to steal from, I think a well coiffed pixie would look just as elegant and still fit her character.

Also I think it’s such a nice departure from every other woman in comic books having long straight flowing hair. I feel like off the top of my head, I can only name a few deviations. Starfire (curly), Mystique (very short sometimes), Power Girl (usually short) …

[toastedicarus]

I was feeling bad about missing the first post, but apparently the next update is in MARCH so I'm not too late if you think about it?

One of the things that put me off reading Twig the first few attempts was that instead of joining on the premise of 'superheroes' or 'magic' I was instead slapped in the face with the premise of 'biology' which while I think Wildbow does an excellent job of mucking about with to create cool, horrifying, and other sorts of rad shit with, isn't exactly my personal cup of tea? I'm a fake wildbow fan, I'm here mostly for the Rad Shit and rely on other wormbloggers to present Themes and Ideas and such.

Sy this is a lizard. A snake with legs is just a lizard. Did you perhaps miss the second lesson, after 'life needs these elements' in which they go 'this is a lizard'?

The beginnings of Sy being a little shit. I don't remember him laughing a lot later on though? I've heard people (including wildbow) describe twig as a coming of age story, so maybe this is part of it. Like I said earlier, do not expect particularly deep cuts in this liveblog lol.

Hello Fred-From-Scooby-Doo. I sure hope you don't rot away first when these child experiments are revealed to have expiration dates. This is also the second mention of the wax masks that I thought were going to be like, an Everytime thing instead of just something prepared for this particular outing. I dropped my first reading this very chapter because I didn't want to read about wax cracking just as often as taylor reached out for her swarm, given wyvern makes Sy watch peoples faces for tells or whatever.

Hello the girls! I'm sure the gender ratio of the team here will have no surprises later on. Lillian gets a smaller introduction here compared to the other lambs(? I'm not sure if they're called that at this point.) I faintly recall her being the unenhanced medic/intern on the team, and I wonder if Sy thinking about her less here is intentional.

Hello Helen, who's apparently the best lamb (And I found myself agreeing with this with what little I read.) I forgot you were a fucked up blonde little girl like bonesaw, with the 'bending body in odd angles' I had swapped your mental image to the girl from the ring after a bit.

I had to google Wallaces law, because I am dumb. I don't know if this is 'alt earth Wallace got more credit for shit than Darwin did' sort of thing or if Wallace's Law is also a real thing.

Is this the problematic yuri I've heard about or am I reading too much into things because the next chapter comes out in march?

Giving Sy the benefit of the doubt for now that he's doing this because he thinks it's funny to make her mad and genuinely doesn't think it's an issue, and is also twelve(?). May change my tune later given I've heard it doesn't really get better?

Mostly clipping this bit trying to burn the aesthetic into my mind given I forget it over time, replacing every location with a new Generic Brown Brick Building. Haphazard buildings with petrified trees holding them up. Not just Detroit but More British.

We live in a so-Sy-ety.

Oh yeah it was intentional. I remembered one thing about twig, woo.

Very good character establishing being done here.

Hi Jamie. Trying not to read too much into initial description seeing as I know some spoilers about them, but not liking how they look with short hair instead of being happy with long hair is relatable. Men's haircuts suck.

I wonder if we ever get details about the gangs previous monster of the week shenanigans. Also if one counts the kittens, this is two mentions of baby murder in the first chapter.

Sy doing his thing is fun. The fact he's like 12(?) and looking down on the ten year old is also fun.

Wildbow fixing his problems with numbers by introducing ten dollars as a lot of money to share between a few ten year olds. Any attempts to calculate how much anything is actually worth in the twigverse is going to be wrapped up in this murkyness.

So you were curious then.

And given Helen's manner of sitting it actually is a recurring problem. god damn it Sy.

Wollstone, after a google, is just a reference to Mary Shelleys mother, and not another real scientist I should feel dumb for not recognizing.

I could not picture Jamie's hiding spot or the way the door was propped up. Taylor and your omniscient swarm to make sense of wildbow tabletop RPG paced fights, I miss you. I'll even take Victorias 'thinker 1' power. Someone stitch echolocation bat ears on Sy or some shit I'm begging you.

Confirmation that Sy was being a twelve year old about the ten year old he was playing.

I guess I can let the lizard thing go if Sy is only calling that because they're giving all their cases dorky saturday morning cartoon names

I remember Sy calling himself dogshit at fighting and I really hope theres more of these moments where shit he tries just fucking fails like this.

The gang of 12 year olds watching a man be devoured by his own creation, and Sy is more interested in putting Lillian in the out group for covering her eyes. I think this is why I dropped twig the second time, I judged it by it's first chapter and thought with the 'monster of the week' type of plot, with the focus on hunting and food, pretty much every death was going to be indulging in vore instead of other fun ideas for death in a 'biopunk' setting. Snake charmer is a decent starter antagonist, I'll probably have more thoughts about him once we have others to compare him to. Being against the academy but wanting to join it, spouting a few lines about

I don't know Sy well enough yet to know if he was lying to me, the reader about the fake fall he made sound natural in the narration, or if he's just actually bad at fighting. There's a post going around about 'real people falling for the acts that characters put on' and Sy might be doing that to me.

Hooray government created child murderers! You did it! See you again in March, apparently.

[paddleboatonfire]

New page of Finding Darwin!

[cyallowitz]

Goal Post: The Week of Crazy Has Almost Ended

All I managed to outline for Darwin & the Joy Path was the first 8 chapters.  That’s good, but it’s looking like it’ll be 17-18 chapters.  It took me most of Saturday to do this, so I’m a little bummed that I didn’t get further.  Haircut, shopping, and biking didn’t cause much of a delay.  I just had trouble figuring things out and focusing.  Guess this means I won’t be writing the book until…

[userblaney]

Yay another LFC fan!! ❤️ So smash or pass: Dominik Szoboszlai, Trent Alexander-Arnold, Darwin Nunez, Mo Salah and Jurgen Klopp too 👀

Oh and Oscar Piastri and Luca Marini too!

SCREECH YNWA . SUPERSMASH. very smash. darwizzy is my WIFE you dont understand he is my baby. mo is genuinely top 10 most Guys ever i love him. ok hear me out jurgen w his haircut in 2015-16. anyways jurgen in general smash.

oscar is literally the most guy on earth. i love him. and luca is very gorg w his 🧿🧿 eyes. Smash.

[mamamittens]

Playing Pikmin is always a damn treat.

Spoilers below

Came here to mop up after my useless coworkers, found out this death planet is full of lost tourists, useless tourists, experts in their field of study and nothing else, and tourists who went a little too native.

Did the One Thing Pikmin swore I should never do and found ghost type Pikmin who live in the dirt while all the local monsters want that ass.

And propagated their species for that sweet, sweet, green goo. For the 'native tourists'. To get a haircut. (Had a barber casually offer to turn me native too like this probably isn't a war crime of some kind).

Broke into some bitches house, on multiple occasions, including stealing a picture of the family dogs, among other things.

Found discotheque (not so dead after all). Got Pikmin high on that sick beat. Killed discotheque, turned out to be a trap and not a rave.

Took heavy fire and dismantled the walking boiler with my literal weakest bitch Pikmin army. (Fuck you).

Realized someone unleashed Loui on this planet (again) to find Captain Olimar (someone give him a raise so he can stay with his family already) and I think Loui has been feeding tourists to the Pikmin ships... What the fuck, dude???

How many times is Loui going to be the main problem of this series my god, he causes more issues than he solves. Also dudes been killing wildlife to eat cause he got bored of a juice cleanse and that's.... Actually understandably. He's forgiven (this once).

Anyway, saved Captain Olimar and tried to leave prematurely but my own space dog got the "nuh-uh, %100 or bust, bitch" disease and we had to turn around. Also company policy says I can't let Darwin solve whoever is left behind (damn). Now looking for a veterinarian and God knows what the hell she's doing here since 99% of the creatures here are arguably plant based.

But fine.

Anyway that was my Friday and Saturday, busy bee I know, hope y'all had a good time 🥰

[penhive]

Imagistic Prose

The lawn had a haircut.

Dew on the grass glittered pearls.

I flowered all her lips.

To think is to have a rock upon the head.

The bird danced in the sky.

Poetry on the bed is music of becoming.

Rain slapped on the roof.

Shed off the skin of anxiety.

Do I have to police the soul with morals? Yes I do.

For now on I won’t violate the marital purity of the bed.

The machine bird took off to the sky.

Patience is an eager tone.

The phallus rumbled on the rails.

Happiness is a picnic of the heart.

Soul of poetry is a longing that can’t be quenched.

Peace resides in a tranquil shore.

Life’s drama is an experience for life’s actors and actresses.

The eye of the sun is brightly shining.

Birds are flying with the music of time.

Change has to be a victorious stream.

Don’t hell me with your pessimism.

I carry myself as a star.

Be persistent when you climb the stairs of opportunity.

The providence of God is a carpet of generosity.

Thoughts are a flow of words in streams of consciousness.

Beggars are angels in disguise.

Socrates is a metaphor for thought.

The clouds bloomed like flowers in a garden.

My spouse is an orchid of love.

Pessimism is dust of the mind.

Solitude is a lovely poet.

The self is a plurality in existence.

Darwin became an ape of evolution.

I pray that all closed doors open in my life.

I want to pursue my life as an artist-writer.

Art is an aesthetic grace given by God.

Live life with a poetic heart.

Rebel against the mutiny of conformism.

The airport has been a womb of comfort.

Oil the wheel of intellect with reason.

Ecstasy is the highest form of music.

Don’t let life put you down with obstacles.

Jesus is serenity for the soul.

The Word belongs to God and the World to men.

Forgiveness is the greatest asset for the human heart.

Live your dreams with love.

The puzzle of life is a jigsaw with uneven pieces.

If democracy has to exist there should be an extravaganza of liberty.

The prison of angst can be cured.

A marriage is a sacrament given by God.

Don’t violate the marital bed.

The brook is running in happiness.

Swaying pebbles on a brook are karma offering comfort.

One has to travel through the experiences of life to make optimum choices.

The streams of the mind are an aesthetic artifact.

Don’t bulldoze your life.

Jesus has been God and Man.

A corrupt democracy is vulnerable to ruin and decay.

Sex is the awakening of a flower.

Existentialism is the celebration of meaning.

Christ is a talisman of light and life.

The wallet has to be a cornucopia of abundance.

Patience is  time and it’s worth a wait.

I am swimming in the sea of optimism.

Financial drought has to be overcome.

The secret of life is to have a good heart.

The author is love with a garden of words.

Taboo is God’s sovereign authority.

What you need is seeking you.

Let my cup be brim with love.

The mouth is meant praise to God almighty.

Don’t rubbish your soul

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