#Off-Screen

[kittenninja14]

Can we just take some time to appreciate this off-screen Dadsy moment in S3 finale?

like in S3 E10 we see MK wearing this outfit

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meanwhile Pigsy is wearing a jacket over his usual attire

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After the whole samadhi fire thing, MK's clothes get burned as we can see here

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Look at Pigsy's expression here

he just is a worried father <333

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anywyas in the S3 special we see MK wearing a new outfit

well would ya look at that!!

It's Pigsy's jacket!!! <33333

and the final proof taht it is Pigsy's jacket is that when we see Pigsy later on... he's not wearing his jacket ;3

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i just love this father-son duo <33

absolutely adorable <3333

Also MK you're slaying the look lol!! Your dad's jacket fits you perfectly <33

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[dinthoqaf]

An unexpected passenger

Candlelight burns steady, unflickering in its existence as Dinthoqaf sits at his desk, writing out a sum of scrolls and messages meant to be sent to those connected to The Sanctum but not attached via the Sanguine. There were so many people to reach out to to see how things were progressing routinely, or rather, weren’t progressing in various regions of the world, and to make sure the efforts of The Sanctum were kept out of the public eye. The signal from the Mages Tower was going to be problematic but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t prepared for and all in all, The Nameless and those within the Sanguine did their jobs finer than he could have hoped. Now it was the time of The Nameless to do what they did best, take on an unassuming role. Hearthglen was to be seeded and repopulated, filled by those who were his faithful, those who sacrificed themselves to make this vision a possibility, this was a calculated risk and plans were already in place as a bunch of remnant scourge and rot-infused gnoll corpses were amassed and put into burning piles outside of the gates of Hearthglen with the soldiers killed buried at the bottom of the pits to keep wandering eyes from doing much digging. His forces, no, the survivors would claim it was a rogue band of Scourge-infested Gnolls that dug their way through the mountainside and were caught off guard, resulting in casualties and a singular mage who’d grown panicked that set off the alarm spell. That mage had been dealt with and summarily executed militarily for leading the panic that caused even more deaths and distress. No loose ties. Dinthoqaf stops and squeezes at the bridge of his nose, humming as the hours are late. Zalilirah and the kids had already gone to bed and the majority of the other caretakers were now gone or sleeping. These were the hours Din got most of his tedious work done, when the rest of the world slept, he had strings to pull. Mundane affairs that so many overlooked and ignored due to the lack of excitement they provided. Come the morrow, other affairs would need to be attended to. Skormosh’s wounds, if he hadn’t had them attended to yet, Larkspur's new body needed to be tended to as well and prepped for the ritualistic exchange and a myriad of other tasks in checking the health and mental status of people who remained and survived the assault. The push had caused some to leave the fold as well, not a genuine surprise as Din knew some paid more heed to the coin or attachments until they realized the weight of his vision was too much to bear and could not stand to support it. Chaff from the Wheat, my dear Defiler. Dinthoqaf told himse–... He stopped, freezing. A thought that he would have, yes, but… this wasn’t his and his blood ran cold. No. No. He was tired, a mental trick of the exhaustion in leading so many via the Sanguine and continuing despite the fact rest was always required when working in such a way. It’s a beautiful thing you know, reunions, and ours has been such a long time in the coming. His vision swam and where there was once light cast upon the walls dark tendrils of shadow moved where they should have held no purchase. The corners of his vision moved and he could feel his heart begin to pound and beat, his quill drop and fall with the echo of a tree in the forest. His senses flared and his palms began to sweat as breathing became near impossible. “I killed you. I ripped you out and that god damned goblin and his crew killed you. I left you buried.” Yes, you did… but your Father on the other hand… The revelation hit him like a well-timed punch in the gut. How did he miss it? How did he overlook it? Now you realize it, don’t you? How quiet I have sat, watching you and waiting, growing with you and the deliciousness of the blood you took into your veins. Oh, my sweet Defiler, you and I are so far from done with one another.

A wet squelching noise occurs as something starts to move beneath the surface of his flesh and this was not of his will, but of its own. The sensation started at his heart, in his chest and started to move to his limbs and up into his neck and even crawling around in his mind and skull. His head shot back and his mouth opened to scream as his nerves light with pain. No sound comes, no air moves, and his muscles flex and contract, doing everything they can to release some sign of the torment he had. The Sanguine; unable to be used entirely but keeps him connected. His mouth opens wider and the stranglehold on his throat yet refuses to leave even when the corners of his mouth begin to split, causing tendons to shred, and flesh to become ribbons as a clear divide comes to run back towards the hinges of his jaw at each side. You thought your success was yours and yours alone? My dear boy, you and I are connected now and forever… Finally, a scream erupted from within. Dinthoqaf springs upward, hands gripping madly at himself. Birds outside chirped, it was late today and Zalilirah must have been off with the kids or doing something else. His breathing aches, his throat hurts, and a hand comes to run up his face… sticky. His movements turn sluggish as he pulls the hand away to inspect it for sweat. It wasn’t. No, blood was the reasoning and his hands came back, both of them to find tidy, neat lines that ran from the corners of his mouth back backward along his cheeks. There wasn’t going to be any hiding this, not for long anyway, especially from Zalilirah or from the ever-prodding Varethuun. Word was going to get out quickly that he was changing, but first thing first.

A disciple comes into the room, head ducked low as if called. “Burn the bedding and mattress. Replace it all, now.” Dinthoqaf spoke, standing up from the bed with blood that ran down the entirety of his nude front. “Prepare a bath.” “I-We, have work to do.” Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel it, hear it. A peal of laughter that had once been long gone and buried had returned to him once again, merging with him in every way now in a far better creation than his last mangled form had allowed for it to be. Maybe… maybe it was time for a change. Maybe The Defiler was growing into something… more.

[mimikinyuu]

👂

[RO-TO-TO! ACCESSING MICROPHONE!]

[ENABLING . . .]

[MICROPHONE ENABLED! LISTEN?]

(cw: misophonia [loud breathing], slight flashing imagery)

[video ID:

distortion world from pokémon platinum plays in the background through the video. the video is fuzzy and unclear, like it was filmed in someone’s pocket. legion is breathing heavily and whispers ‘shit’ before running. he whispers ‘fuck’ while still running. after twenty seconds, he takes a brief pause before running more aggressively. he continues to run for another thirty-ish seconds, briefly stopping to hyperventilate. he stops running, then whispers “where is it?” three times. the bell in the background music chimes, and a loud roar is heard. legion chokes and takes a step back, and the creature roars again. legion is heard saying “no, no, no, no…” as the creature roars, and the video ends with him running again.

end of video ID.]

% assets utilised (with links)

% distortion world pokémon platinum music extended hd

% giratina’s cry: slowed

% voice acting and running foley made by meee

% also PLEASE let me know if any edits should be made to the video id and i will fix it asap!!

[slyandthefamilybook]

tumblr glitched out somehow but idc because this is way better than the original poll

[nemkero]

rewatching atla after like 10 years and zuko is so insanely pitiful

[vorbisx]

Replacing physical buttons and controls with touchscreens also means removing accessibility features. Physical buttons can be textured or have Braille and can be located by touch and don't need to be pressed with a bare finger. Touchscreens usually require precise taps and hand-eye coordination for the same task.

Many point-of-sale machines now are essentially just a smartphone with a card reader attached and the interface. The control layout can change at a moment's notice and there are no physical boundaries between buttons. With a keypad-style machine, the buttons are always in the same place and can be located by touch, especially since the middle button has a raised ridge on it.

Buttons can also be located by touch without activating them, which enables a "locate then press" style of interaction which is not possible on touchscreens, where even light touches will register as presses and the buttons must be located visually rather than by touch.

When elevator or door controls are replaced by touch screens, will existing accessibility features be preserved, or will some people no longer be able to use those controls?

Who is allowed to control the physical world, and who is making that decision?

[leisi-lilacdreams]

[sirazaroff]

When your gf’s dad is a bitch ass hoe 🙄💅

Bonus loser:

[pseudophan]

sorry i'm still here i'm CRYINGGGG watching dan process what phil is saying when he "reveals" that he won that plushie for dan

[frozenpinetree]

a glimpse into danny's home life

[mimikinyuu]

[RO-TO-TO! AN AUDIO FILE HAS BEEN UPLOADED!]

[LISTEN?]

the sheets rustle softly before a litten mews. the litten begins to purr softly. there are noticeable absol chitters in the background throughout the recording.

“well, did you like canalave?”

“yeah. it was really cool.”

“sounds like you’re really passionate about that.”

a soft sigh. the microphone presses into some fabric.

“i just don’t feel good, honestly.”

“why? what’s up?”

“it just feels like something’s wrong. my phone keeps acting weird, and willow is really worrying me.”

“the doctors said she’s-“

“i know what the doctors said!”

a moment of silence. a moment of guilt.

“sorry.”

“‘s fine.”

“i didn’t mean to yell.”

“i know you didn’t.”

“i’m so worried about her, guz. if she’s already picking up on something… i don’t know what it could be. when we had that big storm last year, she only got worried the day before. she doesn’t even get like this over those wormholes.”

“well… whatever it is, i’m gonna keep you safe.”

“mhm…”

“no, i’m being for real. if shit goes down, i’ll keep you safe.”

“well… thanks.”

the sheets rustle a bit more. absol continues to make noise as the recording ends.

[lowpolyanimals]

Yoshi (Low Poly) from Super Smash Bros. Melee

[ciderjacks]

dwarven brew

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[redvelvetbunny]

beginning of autumn 🍂

[mirensiart]

Do you ever feel a strange heartache sadness when dusk falls?

continuation of my pain sharing curse au :) feat emotional pain this time lol

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THE BEGINNING

[twilight-zoned-out]

Learning about the Doctor Who specials' expanded budget: oh no, what if they overuse CGI to look more 'professional' and high-budget?

The first scene of the Doctor Who Special: