#absolutely not i'm having none of it
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panevanbuckley · 17 days ago
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no because after ALL the insane shit they've survived over the years you're telling me they're suddenly killing off main characters??!
sorry to tim minear and peter krause quite literally nothing could convince me bobby is actually dead I'm about to channel a level of delusion so intense it will only be rivaled by my belief in buddie canon pre-s7
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qiinamii · 3 months ago
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new guy in the Express
bonus:
adding more to the whimsy
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bixels · 6 months ago
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Reminiscing about Little Witch Academia.
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andsewingishalfthebattle · 1 year ago
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Novice sewing pattern: Cut out shapes. Line up the little triangles on the edges. Stitch edges together. We've also included step-by-step assembly instructions with illustrations.
Novice knitting pattern: yOU MUSt uNDerstANd thE SECret cOdE CO67 (73, 87, 93) BO44 (63, 76, 90) 28 (32, 34) slip first pw repeat 7x K to end *kl (pl) 42 * until 13" (13, 13, 15) join new at 30 pl for 17 rows ssk 27 k2tog mattress lengthwise BO and sacrifice a goat to the knitting gods. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT "INSTRUCTIONS," I JUST GAVE THEM TO YOU
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galentir · 1 year ago
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Alternative universe where Luke and Reggie share the best werewolf vampire solidarity 🤝
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royalarchivist · 7 months ago
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Pac: You know Ramon, maybe one day you can start doing farms here? I would appreciate it! And I can pay you in chocolates and diamonds, you know?
Ramon: pay me by marrying my dad
Fit: No, hey– [Stammers] Ramon! Ramon!
Bagi: YES!!! Yes, Ramon, yes!
Pac: [Laughs] Nooo, Ramon! You got me- you got me right on the spot!. Dammit! Ok... I will consider! I will consider. [...] Let's make a deal: I will do that when you become a dragon. 😉
Ramon: 😑
Fit: [Laughs] Yeah, when you become a dragon, Ramon! That sounds good to me!
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Pac: Yeah, Ramon knows about Create. You know Ramon, maybe one day you can start doing farms here? I would appreciate it! And I can pay you in chocolates and diamonds, you know?
[Fit and Bagi laugh]
Fit: That's a good reward, yeah!
Bagi: Chocolate and diamonds!
Pac: Yeah [Laughs]
Ramon: pay me by marrying my dad
Fit: No, hey– [Stammers] Ramon! Ramon!
Pac: "Pay me by marrying my dad"? Oh– [Stammers] Ramon! Ramon! Ramon!
Bagi: YES!!! Yes, Ramon, yes!
Fit: [Fit uses his chainsaw to break the sign and accidentally hits Ramon] Oh, sorry– I was trying to break the sign, I'm sorry, Ramon.
Pac: Ramon! [He does the "falls to pieces" emote]
Fit: Baby steps, Ramon! Baby steps!
Pac: Baby st– Ramon, remember–
Bagi: Yes, Ramon, yes!
Pac: [Laughs] Nooo, Ramon! You got me- you got me right on the spot!
Fit: [Laughs]
Pac: I'm gon– props- props on you, you know? It was a good– yeah. Dammit! Ok... I will consider! I will consider.
Ramon: [Nods repeatedly]
Fit: Yeah, you can't rush these things Ramon, you know? Like, it's- it's– You know? I mean– plus, you know, w– we got our own things we're working through!
Pac: [Leaning into the mic] You can't rush on love.
Fit: Yeah, exactly! Like– yeah. You know? We're working on ourselves. Yeah.
Pac: Yeah.
Fit: [Weakly] Yeah...
Ramon: [Spins in a circle wildly]
Pac: Baby steps!
Fit: Baby steps, baby steps.
Pac: One day– ok, let's make a deal: I will do that when you become a dragon.
Ramon: [Stares at the ground, resigned]
[Pac and Fit both laugh]
Fit: Oh yeah– Yeah, when you become a dragon, Ramon! That sounds good to me!
Ramon: [Tosses a potion of swiftness on them]
Pac: Woooo! Baby steps no more– I'm just kidding.
Fit: [Laughs]
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airenyah · 6 months ago
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RIP "ohm pawat has suffered from a gun shot wound on camera only one single time and it was in a fucking romcom" (2021-2024). it was fun while it lasted...
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AND IN THE SAME FUCKING SPOT TOO. gmmtv is just mocking me at this point... but hey i guess at least it wasn't christmas eve this time around
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slayedpoet · 9 months ago
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missholoska · 2 months ago
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To Papyrus: Have you noticed some deep connections between your friends? *Wiggles eyebrows while looking at Asgore & Rudy and Sans & Toriel* Any opinions on that? Ready to become a wingman?
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dalniente · 4 months ago
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It's really bizarre watching people I've followed for years start to go down what looks like a weird...idk, cryptotransphobic rabbit hole? I think if a post appears to be cautioning against an overarchingly reasonable concern but includes shit to the effect of "ummmm don't take this in bad faith but also it's going to be mostly the transmascs who paint the rest of us as groomers, so like, just be careful about organizing with them," that's a little bit of an odd thing to say, let alone reblog. That is fake psyop levels of community-splitting weird, and somehow I've seen this post on my dash more than once now.
Saying "please don't take this out of context or in bad faith, disclaimer disclaimer (you're not allowed to be upset with my very good words uwu), anybody can be shitty about detransitioning and I'm not saying Be Paranoid Of The Tee Em Ees, but maybe just be careful, like the same way you'd be careful of letting someone you don't know drive you home after a first date :3" doesn't change the fact that you're singling out an oppressed group as Less Oppressed and therefore (?wtf) Categorically More Of A Threat and not to be trusted if they try to fight at your side. What the fuck are you doing?
Like, I am not saying this doesn't happen. But happening on the kind of scale that would warrant a warning about, again, AN ENTIRE CATEGORY OF TRANS PEOPLE as untrustworthy? Not worth organizing with or trusting? That is fucking weird. That is a fucking weird, transphobic thing to find yourself agreeing with. There is actually no good-faith way to take "don't trust this category of people if they are trying to organize with you."
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nothingbutentropy · 4 months ago
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Pony sexually harassing the interns would be a bad thing in literally almost every other show, but this show isn't treating a damn thing relating to sex seriously with how everyone's fucking at work and getting off listening to everyone fucking at work.
I'm kinda just chalking it up as the same level of unserious that is the established couple being balls deep under a table while on the clock, Tor/Arthit blowing each other while folding elephant towels while also on the clock, and everyone getting off listening to the established couple being freak nasties all over their room.
Absolutely nothing is serious on this show right now, or making really any kind of sense, so I'm just jellyfishing my way through it and I'm having a good time laughing over everything.
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ghostradiodylan · 7 months ago
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I really love that I've now been called misogynist AND racist for shipping Rylan, in subtweets (subtumbls?) from people I've never even interacted with. I genuinely do find it hilarious because, to paraphrase the immortal words of Fall Out Boy, I typically don't care what you think as long as it's about me. :3
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But this is getting kinda weird and personal and if you think I won't hear what you say about me just because you've blocked me specifically then you must be new.
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I'm sorry, who was unnecessarily nasty? Because I haven't seen anyone be nasty in this very oblique conversation until now.
For what it's worth, in case anyone with two braincells to rub together was confused (not that they would be), I don't 'have a fetish for gay men' (which is something I feel like only a homophobe would say, but I tend to try not to call names until someone does it to me). I just feel the chemistry between those two characters that's very clearly intended in the script and performances. The arc of their relationship is deeply wholesome and sweet, and that kiss at the campfire is one of the cutest things I've ever seen in a video game. Also Dylan and Ryan sparked something in me that I honestly thought was dead, reminded me that I was full of stories when I was in a very, very dark place in my life and I will love them for that forever. And I've already promised another 100k of fic about them so anyone who has a problem with that can die mad I guess stay tuned for that.
This is a silly thing to fight about and I should be above getting heated over internet shipping wars and responding to insults from unserious people. But when they turn into personal attacks for no good reason? I guess I'm not. I don't want anyone to change what they ship or what they write, I only want them to stop being so smug and superior while willfully misinterpreting the canon and accusing others of the same and so much worse.
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sivvan · 2 years ago
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@userdramas event 11: inspiration
↳ oh yoon-seo + insp
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timothyslucy · 5 months ago
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IT'S DECEMBER 9TH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
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egophiliac · 1 year ago
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hi!! first of all, i just wanted to say i love your art <3 i was in the twst fandom for a while and i'm currently into toku, so it's a nice surprise to see you like both! this is kinda dumb but, out of curiosity, how have you been making your ride kamens predictions? i.e. what hints are you referring to to make your guesses? i saw some jp artists making their guesses as well so i feel like i'm missing something
p.s. i also want a meteor/fourze-inspired character but that's probably not happening lol
thank you! :> glad to see there are more of us with excellent taste out there (characters being idiots = the best).
I think we're all just working off of the silhouettes? there's the ones that are in the PV, and then the full-body ones from this tweet (plus a couple of as-yet-unreleased character logos on the bottom); if there's been any other info released, I haven't seen it. so...mostly it's just speculation and wild guesses!
based on the ones we've gotten so far, it's going to be literally impossible to tell who anyone is before they're revealed, but it's still pretty fun to guess! I'm still holding out a tender hope that maybe Fourze or Meteor is hidden in there...somewhere...😔
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leupagus · 1 year ago
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The degree to which Davos and Brienne are going to become reluctant BFFs, because their lieges keep coming to them complaining about each other, is UNREAL
or, more from this fic that's slowly eating my life
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Their journey to the Northern army's camp had revealed a great deal about Lady Stark and her lords and petty chieftains: their patronizing generosity, their gruff suspicion of outsiders, and above all their mind-boggling obstinacy. Ned and Lyanna had been much the same, from what he remembered, and Stannis had seen shades of it in Jon Snow, though couched more gently than he'd expected from a bastard. He'd imagined — insofar as he'd imagined her at all — that Lady Stark would be gentler still, her mother's line warming that chilled Northern blood.
He had been disastrously mistaken. It was a wonder only one Stark had survived, but it was already clear that she had gathered the entire share of Stark mulishness.
"I have conditions, Your Grace," said Lady Stark. "If this alliance is to succeed in retaking Winterfell, I feel it right that you hear them." She placed the parchment in her hand carefully on his table and stepped back, hands folded primly.
She had requested, and been granted, this conference shortly after Stannis's army had made camp alongside the Northern soldiers. Stannis's tent had barely been erected when she came to him with this parchment, her wolf, and a determined expression. He had thought he'd listened to her enough on the journey as she'd prattled away with Shireen, but he was in the mood to be permissive.
Reading through her list of demands, he could feel the headache building along his jaw and up through his skull. "Have you lost your mind?" he said, for the second time in a week to an unreasonable woman.
Melisandre had brushed his question aside, but Lady Stark was not made of such supple stuff; she stiffened and glowered at him. "That is a peculiar way to agree to my terms, Your Grace."
"Your terms are rather more than peculiar, my lady," he said, tossing the parchment back on the table.
In truth, the first one was not so peculiar: it said that should they regain the Keep, he would recognize Sansa Stark as Lady of Winterfell and Warden of the North in her own right. He would not pass her over in favor of some lesser Northern male relative, nor would he obligate her to marry and rule only as companion to her husband. Considering Stannis's own intention to ensure Shireen sat on the Iron Throne after his death, he could hardly begrudge her this.
Considering the other two stipulations, however, he felt very much inclined to begrudge her everything.
"Supposing your younger brothers turn up?" he asked, thrusting his chin at the parchment. "Or Jon Snow is legitimized?"
This question didn't faze her, he suspected because it was a question of logistics and protocol rather than a personal remark. "If Jon is made legitimate, I don't believe he would want Winterfell—"
"Duty is not a question of wanting, Lady Stark," he reminded her. "And the Lord Commander is—"
"The Lord Commander, as you say, is the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch," she retorted. "His life has already been pledged to the Wall. If he didn't abandon that cause in aid of my brother Robb, he won't abandon it now."
Stannis observed her. There was bitterness there, certainly, though less than he would have thought. Lady Stark clearly understood the ties that bound men to their duty, even if she did not like them.
"However," she continued, "Should any of my brothers wish to make a claim to Winterfell in my place, I won't stand against them." She paused for a moment, and added, "I have no wish to die at their hands out of misplaced pride."
Stannis clenched his jaw but let that go for the moment — it would be addressed soon enough. "You call me 'Your Grace,'" he said, tapping at the parchment, "Yet your second stipulation says that you will not bend the knee to me, even if I regain Winterfell for you."
"No, it says that I will not bend the knee to any claimant to the throne until they hold the majority of the kingdoms," she shot back. "The Lannisters hold the Crownlands, the Westerlands and the Reach at present. The Riverlands are still in chaos, the Vale has withdrawn from all alliances to sulk in their mountains, and both Dorne and the Iron Islands have declared for themselves, more or less. You can, at best, claim that the Stormlands still support you, though I've seen no evidence for it — they didn't march under your banner at first, did they?"
That was the second time she had brought up Renly, however obliquely. If she were trying to drive him mad, she couldn't go about it any better. "When I hold the North, my lady, I will have more land—"
"Setting aside the notion that it will be you alone who holds the North, you'll have more land and fewer men than any other region. If you wish to win against the Lannisters, you'll need more than mountains and glaciers fighting your battles. And if I wish to be Warden of the North, I can't keep the respect of my lords by swearing fealty to a man who has yet to earn it."
"I could have you burned for such talk," he said, getting to his feet and pouring himself some water, hoping it would ease the throbbing in his head.
"You don't burn nobles, you behead them," she replied cooly. "I should know. I was there when the Lannisters took my own father's head for supporting your claim to the Iron Throne. I have no intention of sharing his fate." She took a deep breath, and only then did he note that her hands had been clenched together, her right covering the balled-up fist of her left. "I won't take arms against you now or in the future, on that I give my word."
"And if I do have you beheaded?" he asked, putting the tin cup down before he crumpled it in his hand.
It seemed to amuse her. "Then my words will mean even less than they do now."
"They mean nothing, because you will not give them!" He pinched his nose and attempted to regain his composure. Surprisingly difficult, with this — child.
She regarded him for a moment. "You call me Lady Stark, Your Grace," she said, "but tell me, have you heard anyone else call me that?"
Stannis, thrown by the question, was forced to consider it. In truth, he had heard only Lady Sansa, though said with more reverence by her men and lords than he could ever recall being addressed himself. "You are Lady Stark."
"Not without Winterfell," she said, shaking her head. "It's more than just the home of the Starks, it is our…place in the world. We belong nowhere else. Just as there must always be a Stark at Winterfell, so too do we need Winterfell to truly be Starks." She gave him a pointed look. "Just as Your Grace needs the Iron Throne, and the fealty of all the Seven Kingdoms, to truly be king."
She was wrong, of course, but Stannis felt the same lurch in his belly whenever his footing slipped during a bout. "Perhaps your reticence has something to do with this last stipulation," he said instead, going back to the table and jabbing his finger at the third line. "Falsely accusing a king is treason."
"Is Lady Brienne falsely accusing you, Your Grace?" she asked, smooth as ice. Her hands were still clenched, he noted.
"I was nowhere near Renly's camp when he died," Stannis said, with perfect truth, even as he felt himself balanced on a knife's edge.
He had been nowhere near. He had woken up just before dawn with the lead weight of certainty in his belly, knowing what had happened — what the Red Woman had said must happen — and lying there, staring up at the tent's canvas, he had wept. Wept for the brothers he had loved and who had never loved him back. He would never know if Renly had had a hand in Robert's death; just as he would never know if he himself had had a hand in Renly's. Had he ordered Melisandre to kill him? Had he believed her when she said she could make such a thing come to pass? Davos had begged to tell him of what had happened in the cave that night, what monstrous thing the Red Woman had done to bring Renly's death about. Stannis had refused to hear it. Perhaps there was a sort of rough justice in facing his accuser now, the only one living who knew the truth.
"Lady Brienne has served me faithfully," said Lady Stark, "and my mother before me, at great cost to herself. I believe her testimony, Your Grace."
"Her testimony that I murdered my own brother."
Lady Stark regarded him steadily. "I will not insult either of you by declaring one more honorable than the other. But when I regain Winterfell, my duty as Warden of the North will be to adjudicate all such matters, and this falls under my purview. Even if you were crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms in the Red Keep itself, the North holds all persons, regardless of title, under its laws while they reside here."
"Renly didn't die in the North," was all he could manage to say.
"He died, Your Grace." Lady Stark looked almost pitying. "And for that, I'm sorry. I know what it is to lose your brothers. But on this point I will not waver."
"Is there any point on which you have?" he asked, curious.
She continued serenely. "Lady Brienne will be permitted to make her accusation publicly; how you respond to it is your affair, but if you prevail, you must give me your word now that she will not be held guilty of treason, nor will she be killed by any member of your party by any means." She put enough emphasis on the last two words to make her meaning plain.
"And if she prevails?" Stannis asked. "Your stipulations do not mention the outcome of the trial, only that it will take place." He smiled grimly. "Your father always said that he who passes the sentence should swing the sword, my lady. Will you behead me yourself?"
"I doubt either of us would find that a pleasant exercise, Your Grace," she said, her lip curling slightly. She didn't blanch, however; young as she was, she had seen worse. Had possibly done worse, if the rumors about the Purple Wedding were true. He'd not asked. "If you are found guilty, then you will ride south. If you win the support of the other kingdoms, the North will bend the knee to you. But you'll never come north of the Neck again. Does that satisfy?"
Stannis glanced down at the parchment again. There it all was, in black and white: the price he must pay for the North. The blasted girl had even provided a space for him to sign at the bottom.
"Not remotely," he said, but reached for his pen.
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