#Siding Install

[moirasburton]

Exterior - Fiberboard Large elegant gray two-story concrete fiberboard exterior home photo with a shingle roof

[demonwolfgoodies]

Chicago Shingles Example of a large classic gray two-story concrete fiberboard exterior home design with a shingle roof

[soosoosoup]

Poppy sweet love ❤️

Pucca!!!

Also the korean vers bc it's my fav <3

[sojutrait]

week in the life of the most interesting girl in the world

[raineyraven]

my httyd shows tidbits post is still getting notes so what the hell. here's part two of canon tidbits confirmed in the shows that people who've only seen the httyd movies should know:

the shows are quite a bit more gay than the movies. nothing canon but we get many more gay jokes and. um. subtext? i'll call it subtext. courtesy of snotlout

fishlegs has an alter ego called thor bonecrusher. this is related to the above point.

snotlout acts sexist on a woman-only island so they threaten him with cannibalism. lol.

hiccup draws sketches of his friends in his notebook :]

the shows delve into the relationships between all the riders and their dragons, not just between hiccup and toothless. snotlout decides to never ride a dragon again when hookfang runs away. the twins get extremely depressed when barf and belch stop hanging out with them. astrid nearly dies trying to save stormfly from dragon hunters. they all love their dragons so much.

rtte shows how stoick met skullcrusher and how gobber met grump

valka, drago and a bewilderbeest all make cameo appearances in rtte

snotlout has been hit by lightning three times on-screen. he says hes been hit by lightning a total of twelve times though (which would make fourteen counting the times after he said that)

snotlout canonically has nightmares about being left behind and abandoned by the other dragon riders.

tuffnut gets attached to things very easily. he had an obssession with a mace he called macey and a chicken called chicken, the latter of which talked to him in a feminine, sultry voice when he was hallucinating. i am not making this up.

the twins, hiccup and snotlout can all sing to varying degrees of skill, as evidenced in rtte's musical episode

hiccup once had a no good very bad day where he got kidnapped by three or four people in less than 24 hours.

fishlegs' middle name is justin, tuffnut's is laverne, and ruffnut's is eugene

boar pit.

[nnmmxnxmxmx]

btw that’s just like not at all how nicole and Jeckas relationship has ever been. Like above all the creepy fetish shit, flopside has a basic misunderstanding of the characters.

Nicole wasn’t always nice, but she trusted Jecka, she saw Jecka as someone she could rely on (like when she got kicked out and went to Jeckas house to try stay with her) so no i don’t think she would EVER betray Jecka like that

Honestly i can see Nicole stealing Jeckas “clients” but even then, i can’t see her outright leaving her behind? Like was it not a major point in the first game that Nicole sort of latched onto Jecka because she lacked stability from moving around so much??

I know it’s stupid to be expecting consistency from a Class of 09 game but still 😭

[elfcow]

The really funny thing about AC6 is it does a fantastic job in-universe of justifying its CQC Core Theory ie why are we fighting in giant punchy robots when we could be sniping each other from around the curvature of the planet

For the first 3 chapters of the game, if any fight escalates more than a few hundred meters above the surface the PCA says

"I don't care who started it," and glasses everyone from orbit

The 4th chapter is an entirely-self contained dungeon dive, no air support or artillery allowed

And the final chapter not only goes off the rails in general but for some missions has some conventional warfare going on in the background while you complete specific missions that call for fast punchy robot

It's really well done and feels a lot more fleshed out than "Minovsky Particles," although there's nothing wrong with a simple solution in some stories.

I just really enjoy how it feels like the focal point of ACs develops organically from the world itself and the way conflict develops in this universe

[2hoothoots]

saw this post in the tag earlier talking about how we never really get a detailed look inside Maligula’s mind, and it got me thinking about the themes of the game again so I’m gonna use it as a jumping-off point. because i agree, it’s very significant that we never get to really see Maligula/Lucrecia as she used to be! but i think that fact actually makes the game much stronger, especially on a thematic level.

Lucrecia’s presence haunts the narrative throughout Psychonauts 2. at first, we can only make her out through her absence. she’s the seventh stump around the campfire, the missing center of a torn photo. we see glimpses of her in the ruined fragments of Ford’s mind. in Helmut’s mind, she’s a looming specter, a shadow of the friend he once knew. in Gristol’s mind, she’s a celebrated war hero. and as the game goes on, we learn that everything in Psychonauts 1 – the Aquatos leaving Grulovia, the family ‘curse’, Raz running away to camp – all of that was set in motion because of her. she’s at the very center of the tragedy that PN2 revolves around.

and she does haunt the narrative, even if Nona is still alive. because the old Lucrecia – the real Lucrecia – we never get to meet her. she’s long gone.

the closest we come to actually interacting with Lucrecia, as she used to be, is in Cassie’s mind. while the rest of the Psychic 7 only have a few lines to share, paper Lucrecia has a full dialogue tree. this is probably one of my favourite moments in the whole game. there’s an awe in Raz’s face, getting to meet her, but also this palpable tension throughout the conversation.

(screenshots taken from here! if you don’t remember this conversation, or just want a refresher, i’d highly recommend going back to watch it.)

this dialogue tree is great. it’s funny, and subtle, and surprisingly moving. Raz is full of questions for Lucrecia, and Lucrecia isn’t giving much away, but we get glimpses of her story here that are so tantalising. it’s a fascinating window into the person she used to be: coy, and playful, and a little aloof.

but – this is also very clearly not Lucy. we hear Cassie’s own thoughts coming out of her mouth (“Cassie told us [hydraulic mining] was very bad for the environment, but nobody listened to her, as usual”), but her dialogue is also steeped in Cassie’s confusion, her struggle to understand what happened (“I don’t really know [why I murdered all those people]. I was the nicest person during my time at Green Needle Gulch”). this is the closest we ever get to seeing Lucrecia, face-to-face, but she’s still heavily filtered through someone else’s perception.

how much of this is the real Lucrecia, and how much of it is just how Cassie sees her? we’ll never know.

i think a crucial part of PN2’s themes is that perception – how you can be someone completely different to different people around you. everyone has their own version of the story to tell. the most obviously propagandistic is Gristol’s retelling, which comes as a shock twist at a climactic moment that throws the whole game on its head. here, we get to see the other side of the story, from someone who only ever knew Lucrecia as a protector, a general, a murderer – and thought she should stay that way.

(screenshots from here)

but as entrenched as he is in his narrative, Gristol doesn’t have all the answers, either. and Ford’s version of events, while probably more factually correct, is still steeped in his own biases. Ford was so dedicated to the memory of the woman he loved that he did terrible things for her; and when he tried to bury that memory, it was so deeply entrenched in his mind that it broke him.

(screenshot from here)

but note the wording, when he talks about using the Astralathe to “neutralise” the “problematic” parts of her mind. My Lucy.

something else that PN2 touches on is how experiences change you. after the battle against Maligula, the remaining members of the Psychic 7 become very different individuals. Cassie withdraws from the world, unable to return to normality after everything that happened; Compton becomes an anxious wreck without his support network. Bob is broken with grief after the loss of his husband, and Ford willingly shattered his mind because it was what he thought he had to do to keep Lucrecia safe. and throughout the game, Raz helps all of them – but he doesn’t fix them. he doesn’t undo everything they went through, because how could he? the things that happened will stay with each of them forever.

and it’s the same with Lucrecia. even after she lets go of the rage and grief and violence that Maligula carried with her, symbolically severing the threads that bind her to her past – she doesn’t just go back to her old self. because she’s someone different now, too. she’s a mother, and a grandmother, and she loves her family so truly and so deeply. she’s patched together a new life for herself. and that’s what she affirms to Raz, in the moments before the final fight.

and he loves her right back. even after everything he’s learned, she’s still his Nona.

i think sometimes a story is more satisfying for not giving you the easy answers. Psychonauts 2 leaves a lot of things unsaid. it gives you pieces of the puzzle, glimpses of Lucrecia’s story through other people’s eyes, and asks you to draw your own conclusions from that. and then it says: this is who she is now. this is what matters. and personally, i think it’s stronger for that.

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[citrine-elephant]

in case of emergency, break glass

...or, uh.... maybe we should look at leon's files, first....

(the many directional scars -> when he was protecting ada from simmons)

[heymacy]

What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're goin' down, army! ╰┈➤ for @squidyyy23

[girlwarlock]

lol i accidentally installed linux mint on my computer how's your day going

[eerna]

*grabs tiktok's shoulders* Jude isn't selfish. she is not a self-serving girlboss. the reason she played for the throne was 1) to keep Oak safe, 2) to keep mortals safe, and only then 3) to grab as much power as she could. she could have been and is always tempted to be, but she always stops herself in time.

[gembroni]

#VAIKEPOSTING OLD AND NEW ART BC THEY FINALLY SHOWED MY BOY SOME RESPECT !!!!!

[conkreetmonkey]

i completely forgot whether i actually sent these to you so my apolocheese if you're getting jumpscared by these again,.,,, Conky featured in random daily doodles

"I'd never kill you Buggsy! Why would I do that? We're friends!"

"You're so silly, Bug. These are going on the fridge!"

*sticks your drawings on my disgusting rusty refrigerator with letter magnets, a B and a C to represent our friendship*

*moves in for a hug, reeking of something between burnt hair and blue chemical toilet, various foul oozes smeared across my body*

[fingerpee]

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