#I fixed it wooooo

[coffebits]

Someone requested them on ig and I thought they were really fun to draw 💙💛

[omchar]

doodled an impulse now that i can digital art again!!

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

It really does suck that I like Strive so much because like - it's just frustrating rn. I want to have a good time and play the game I like but unfortunately the game I like is a FIGHTING GAME which is just a one way ticket to Pissing Yourself the FUCK Off Over Nothing. Which is an honest to god skill issue on my part but it doesn't make me any less mad about it.

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

the besties and their awkward boyfriend 💥💥💥

featuring my beautiful baby boy markus (@ttimecode) (pls follow him he's my son)

[socialbunny]

darleens parents, mariana and omar and brandi's parents, bob and betty

[feralnumberfive]

I get to see AJR tomorrow and ELO in September? Life is good 👍

[sidewalk-scrawls]

On another note, I've been sick all week, and I can feel an ear infection coming on, and I really need it to not!

[phenixfarts]

:^)

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

Burning Goldilocks: Yang Xiao Long

Race: Human

Nationality: Vale (Patch Isle)

Ethnicity: Mistrali

Weapon: Ember Celica

Gender: Women

Sexuality: Pansexual

Starting Age: 17

Birthday: Summer 58th

Aura Color: Yellow

Handedness: Right

Complexion: Tan brown

Eye Color: Lilac

Semblance: Golden Burn (Every time Yang's Aura takes damage, the lost Aura is fuels a secondary Aura reserve called Temper. When Yang activates her Temper through her rage, her secondary Aura reserve takes the place of her primary one and Yang's physical strength increases based on how much damage her primary Aura took. Yang's Temper reserve drains after activation in the form of smokeless Aura fire.)

Occupation: Beacon student

Previous Occuppation: Counterfit Huntress

Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshappen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would be judgement.

The revving sound of a motorcycle, the dark of the street lights, Golidlocks has finnaly found the perfect house...

Red like roses fills my head and brings me to the place you rest... E - est. E - est. E - est. E - est.

"Strawberry Sunrise, no ice. Not too hot, or too cold." Golidlocks told the bartender. "Ohh, and don't forget one of those little umbrellas!"

"Aren't you a little young to be at this club, blondie?" The littlest bear said to Goldilocks, stearing down at her all the while. "Aren't you a little old to have the name Junior?" Goldilocks shot back.

"So, you know who I am. Got a name, sweetheart?"

"Yes Junior, I have several. But instead of sweetheart, you could just call me ma'am!" Goldilocks told the little bear before squeezing his hand with all her strength. She didn't even need to use her Aura to hear a bone crack.

"I have blackmail on everyone in this clubhouse, so don't bother calling security." Goldilocks whispered into the bear's ear. "People say you know everything, tell me where I can find her," Goldilocks stated, pulling up a photo of her target, "and I'll let you go!"

"I've never seen her before I swear!"

"That's not good enough!!!"

"I've never seen her before I swear, ma'am!"

Then, all the baby bears came crawling, all eyes on Goldilocks.

"Hmm, looks like we have an audience. This must be kind of embarrassing for you, huh? Awkward!"

"squeel listen blondie, ma'am, if you wanna make it out of this club alive, I suggest you let me go, Now!" The little bear stuttered at Goldilocks. How cute! The girl couldn't help but let him go.

"Uhh, you'll pay for that." The little bear said to Goldilocks.

"Oh, Junior I was just playing with you! Don't be so sensitive!"

"And the blackmail?"

"C'mon, you really thought a girl like me had any blackmail on you? Haha, you fell for it!"

The bear turned to leave in a huff, but suddenly,

"Hey, lets kiss and make up, ok?" Goldilocks offered to the little bear.

"Huh, ok..."

The little bear leaned in for a kiss. But just before their lips made contact...

Punch!!!

The little bear flew into a glass column and crashed onto the floor. Goldilocks thought that should teach him for trying to kiss a little girl.

The men surrounded Goldilocks. The house music started blasting. This next song and dance was something Goldilocks knew by heart...

Black, the beast descends from shadows.

Yellow, beauty burns Gold

Right-hook! Double-knuckle!! Roundhouse-kick!!!

Goldilocks thought this dance was the most fun she had in years! And across the house, she was about to find new dance partners.

"Melanie, who is this girl?" Rose red asked to her sister, Snow white. "Idunno, Miltia. But we should teach her a lesson."

Goldilocks reloaded her weapon. This would be fun.

born with, no life, into subjugation.

treated, like a, worthless animal!

stripped of, all rights, just a lesser being.

crushed by - cruel - worthless human rule!

Goldilocks new dance partners were good...

when it started

all we wanted was a chance to live our lives.

Now in darkness!

we're taking anything we want and we will rise!

we'll rise! We'll rise!!

... but not good enough!

From shadows, we'll descend upon the world

take back what you stole!

SMACK!!!

"You're gonna pay for this!" Little bear screamed from across the club. Just then, the house started playing a new song, the song inside Goldilocks soul.

come at me

and you'll see

I'm more than meets, the eye

you think that

you'll break me

you're going to find, in time

that you're standing to close to a flame thats burning

hotter than the sun in the middle of July

Sendin' out your army

and you still can't win

listen up, silly boy!

Cause I'm gonna tell you whhhhhy

I BURN

can't hold me down

you got nothin' that can stop me! (I BURN)

swing all you want

like a fever I will take you down!

CRASH!!!

Goldilocks and the little bear both flew out the house. Goldilocks thought that should teach him for pulling her hair!

"Yang?" a familiar voice called out. "Is that you???"

"Oh uh, hey sis!"

"What are you doing in the crime district?!"

"sigh, it's a long story... please don't tell dad!"

Raven has a daughter... Cinder, I want you to keep tabs on her, Yang Xiao Long...

[illdothehotvoice]

Woke up and read Luigi fanfic for 3 and a half hours we are so back

[torchickentacos]

[omohole]

stummy ache :( god gives his hurtiest battles to his handsomest soldiers. i cant see my screen

[sirfrogsworth]

How do you take a photo of time?

I've been watching the track events at the Olympics since I was a wee lad. It was a tradition in our family. We'd gather around our ancient low-definition 19 inch CRT television and watch tiny blobs compete against other tiny blobs and root for our country.

It was a bit like watching YouTube on your phone in 144p.

Several heroes emerged.

Jackie Joyner-Kersee was amazing.

You can't forget about Flo-Jo.

And then the Olympics decided NBA players were allowed in the competition.

Which formed... The Dream Team.

Was this fair?

Well... they won each game by an average of 44 points.

So... no. It was not fair.

Though it became more fair as time went on.

But, umm... yeah. The other teams looked like the Washington Generals and the US looked like the Harlem Globetrotters if they stopped screwing around half of the game.

But my absolute favorite Olympian was a runner named Michael Johnson.

He was cool as heck.

For one thing... gold shoes.

But he also had this crazy, upright, Tom Cruise-ish sprinting style that just made him look like a running robot on the track.

And in the 1996 Atlanta games he just trounced EVERYONE. I mean, it wasn't even close.

Yikes. Those losing blobs are probably really embarrassed.

Last night I decided to invigorate my nostalgia and watch the track events again. And I got to see one of the wildest races in history.

It didn't even last 10 seconds but it was one of the most exciting sporting events I've ever witnessed. Almost every runner won the race.

After I saw that initially, I was like... who the heck won???

Even in slow motion I wasn't sure.

This was one of the closest finishes in history. There has never been a race where all 8 runners were within this margin.

The arena was silent as the winner was being confirmed. The runners just kind of paced around waiting for official word. My best guess was the Jamaican runner, Kishane Thompson. But then the loudspeaker announced Noah Lyles.

The last tiny morsel of American pride burst out of me with a big "Wooooo!"

I forgot what it was like to be proud of my country. I wish it happened more often. But this young man, despite being last place in the first 3rd of the race, turned on the afterburners and won in a photo finish.

And that's when my inner nerd took over.

Because when they showed the photo finish image, it looked super weird.

Why is the track white?

Why do all of the runners look all warpy like that QWOP game?

So I went down a research rabbit hole to figure this out.

Photo finishes are actually fascinating. The first photo finish captured the end of a horse race in 1890. But that was mostly luck and timing. The actual photo finish mechanisms weren't used until 1937.

Originally they would film the finish line through a physical slit.

And the first horsie head that appeared in that slit would be the winner. This technology ended a huge aspect of corruption in horse race fixing almost overnight.

But we have come a long way since then. And I'd like to introduce you to the Omega Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate.

This slow motion camera sits fixed on the finish line of every race. The concept of the photo finish has remained remarkably similar to the 1930s approach. The camera sensor is specially designed to only record a vertical slit.

Only the finish line itself is actually captured.

And because it limits what it records to only that slit, it can capture 40,000 frames per second to get amazing temporal resolution.

So why don't the photo finishes just look like, well... this?

That is because the camera takes a picture of time more-so than dimensional space. I guess it would be more accurate to say it *assembles* a picture of time.

As the runners cross the finish line, the camera combines all of the little strips of pictures into a single image.

It's almost like if you tried to reassemble a piece of paper after it had been shredded.

Imagine each strip of paper is a picture of ONLY the finish line, just at a slightly different point in time.

What if someone stopped on the finish line and didn't move... what would that look like?

Once they got there, the same part of their body would just be repeated.

So the right side of the photo finish picture represents earlier in time and it just assembles the image strip by strip as time passes and you literally get a picture of time itself.

NEAT!

Okay, but how do they determine the winner from the photo finish?

I mean, that shoe looks like it is ahead of Noah Lyles!

Clavicles!

The IAFF rules state the foremost part of the torso must cross the finish line first. And the endpoint of the torso is the outer end of the clavicle.

So if you get this bone across the finish line first, you win the race.

Two more fun facts!

The start of the race is actually just as carefully timed as the end of the race. There are sensors in the starting blocks of each runner.

The starting gun also has an electronic sensor.

They have determined the fastest a human can react to the sound of a gun is roughly 100 milliseconds. So if you start running before 100 milliseconds they know you didn't actually hear the gun, you just got antsy and started running too early.

And the final fun fact...

Did you notice the Omega logo at the top of the photo finish?

That isn't superimposed or added after the fact. That is captured by the camera.

But if this image is composed only of tiny little slivers, how did they get the Omega logo to show up?

That is a little display. And it is synchronized with the Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate to show a little sliver of the Omega logo for each frame captured.

So when the final image is stitched together, it looks like a cohesive logo at the top of the photo.

Pretty clever, Omega!

[fukounaboy]

don't tell anyone but,,,,,, i have a crush om you,, (also i am getting an instagram account purely to follow you!! i used to have some but uh. one i deleted. the other got found out. so. (': )

📸📸📸📸📸📸📸

[cozymochi]

I wanted to introduce this freak and another guy for 2 years now, so majority of these drawings are pretty old 😭😭 His name is Nyoka Wadjet, and he’s one of my personal favorite boys I only ever teased on and off. I meant to get his ref drawings fixed up and cleaned, but tbh, that realistically wasn’t happening so I just compiled a bunch of mock ups I attempted as is. The quality isn’t up to snuff for my liking, but the trade off is a short bio that’s actually legible. Wooooo~

He’s twisted from/inspired by Ushari from The Lion Guard. (Ushari is explicitly stated to be an Egyptian Cobra in-series, so I primally looked at the real life animal as most beastmen tend to, but hopefully those who know about Ushari can still see the allusions.) I hope people like him as much as I have over the years, he’s one of my favorites 👉👈🥺

Bonus:

Ko-fi

[lokideservesahug]

Always With Me

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (I think gn)

Warnings: Nothing, just a(n inchident?!? Sorry lol) short thing :).

Notes: CHARLES WIN IN MONACO!!! WOOOOO❤❤❤ I was inspired by something @a-beaverhausen said when we were talking about Charles and his jewellery in the cool down room (or more particularly, the blue set I've never noticed before)!!

Summary: Your boyfriend is famous for his jewellery. But you can't help but pay special attention to his newst additions.

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Charles wore a lot of jewellery, you know that. Everyone knows that. Whether it was the rings he's worn for years or the friendship braclets given to him by a multitude if fans over the race weekend, he always wears some kind of jewellery. So despite you loving and caring for your boyfriend deeply, you didn't pay much mind to any new additions to his person with how often his wrists sported new accessories.

However, when you watch the projection of the three podium sitters in the cooldown room, your attention is fixed soley on your boyfriend. Or more particularly what he's doing. You find it both endearing and extremely sweet that one of the first things he does after every race is re-adorn himself with his staple jewellery (whether he DNF's or wins for the first time ever in his home track). Yet, more particularly, you take notice of the more expensive looking set of bracelet and ring he's currently putting on (rather attractively you must say).

Now, Monaco is a busy weekend because:

a) It's Monaco for crying out loud and

b) It's Charles' home race of course.

So you noticed that he had new, clearly expensive looking jewellery this weekend but hadn't had the time to fully take it in. Yet as you look at it you swear that it's the familiar shade of your birthstone. You, however don't have much time to ponder on it before the crowd goes wild with applause and Carlos makes his way on to the podium and you wait excitedly for your boyfriend to make his Monaco podium debut.

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Light cuts softly through your soft slumber and you feel your boyfriend nuzzle futher into your shoulder and groan slightly. As most would expect, last night's celebrations were off the charts. But, that also leaves your boyfriend in a very hungover, very clingy state. You, fortunately (having the saner mind last night out of the two of you) decided not go get wasted and so that left you able to admire your drowsy boyfriend who was currently waking from the last holds of slumber. He throws his left arm over your waist and that's when you notice his jewellery again.

Exactly as you expected. The lovely shade of your birthstone greets you or rather the sight or many of your birthstones on his ring and bracelet meet your curious gaze. You hear a soft grumble and then "Bonjour ma chérie." You chuckle at his gruff voice. "Morning Charlie." You kiss the crown of his head. "How is my favourite Monaco race winner today?" You feel his toothy grin against your chest and hear his chuckles. He awners your question and you distantly clock his far off words but don't respond.

"Darling?" You hum at him and meet his soft gaze. "What has you so distracted?" You shake your head slightly and your eyes catch in to his bracelet once again. "Nothing." He follows your gaze and blushed once he realises the object of your attention. Charles buries his head in your chest once more and mumbles something inaudibly. "Pardon?" You softly beckon the man to repeat himself. He lifts his head but refuses to meet your eyes "I said. I was hoping you wouldn't realise that." You tilt your head at his words. "What? Why?" He shakes his head and his cheeks warm again. You smile fortly at him. "Come on you can tell me. I just want to know about your new jewellery. I didn't take that as your style." Charles meets your eyes and elaborates. "It's just a friend of mine wanted to make some jewellery for me when you were away a few weeks ago." You hum at his words and gesture his hand for him to continue. "And I just really missed you and didn't like feeling like that. So I thought if I had jewellery of your birthstone it would be like I always had a piece of you with me."

It was now your turn to blush at his clearly love filled words. "Oh..." Despite making the connection that his jewellery was made of your birthstone, you hadn't hadn't bold enough to make the assumption that he had done it deliberately for you rather than it being a consequence. "Well." You softly kiss his nose. "I think it's sweet." You smile at him. "Although, I can't say I don't feel a bit left out." His face swiftly splits out into that full face grin you fell in love with. " Well mon ange, I can easily fix that."

And despite your teasing words holding no weight, his certainly did. And he proved this when two days later, he gifted you a small box with a rather large, attractive opal of his birthstone sat on a gorgeous chain and a promise of a ring coming soon. Only he didn't specify exactly what kind of ring he meant and he knew that the one he was going to gift to you also came with very important question...

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback is always welcome!

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