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nuncamuere · 11 months ago
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"Plus, I tend to have a bad memory for things I don't like."
Took a break from my complicated piece I'm chipping away at to doodle my monster bf 🐛
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little-piece-of-tamlin · 14 days ago
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... and there will be no more monsters in human skin like me.
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caterpillar, the man you are. a 400yo prison dweller who only broke free to let an innocent little girl reunite with her family. hoyo needs to stop giving us deeply compelling and layered hilichurl npcs this cant keep going on like this.
this was a joy to work on! the direct link between cater's human colour scheme and his hilichurl one made everything fit together so nicely, and i had fun trying to catch all the little details (like the two feathers hanging out from underneath his cardigan that represent the feathery neckpiece on the churl form). not only did this piece succeed in freeing me from the brainrot it also gave me more confidence in my capability to do nice full pieces digitally. so its a win win!
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burningparadiseduck · 1 year ago
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Nilou. That’s it.
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marleyybluu · 2 years ago
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The Prettiest Girl
Pedro Pascal x black!reader
Summary: You start to become riddled with insecurities but your husband Pedro sets it right
Warnings: just fluff, Pedro being the best husband, talks about body insecurities, post-partum insecurities. lmk if i missed any.
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You’d thought highly of yourself for a good majority of your life, credit to your mom for always speaking of you in a beautiful, she was the one that helped you build your confidence to the point you were tipping arrogance but never crossed it.
How you carried yourself is what really impressed Pedro, you held your head high, and you spoke like you were so sure of yourself that it reeled him in and kept him there.
You two grew together, falling and apart and getting back together more times than you could count but that’s what happens when you’re young and you’re not healed or matured from previous relationships. It’s all the same.
But the next few years felt like they were out of a movie. You were married and after a while of it just being the two of you you soon had three goblins running around your house screaming about how much they all hated each other one minute and cuddled up on the couch watching a Disney movie the next.
You were beyond happy.
For the most part.
It was a well-kept secret that you were slowly becoming insecure over the years, you didn't know the toll that having one baby would take on your body and then you ended up having another one and then another. The baby weight just piles on and pulls you down, and you found yourself in front of the mirror constantly finding new things to hate.
If it wasn't the stretch marks it was the cellulite, if it wasn't your rolls touching it was the extra skin that sagged courtesy of your pregnant belly.
It's not the body you were used to. You had seen moms who had five kids and had "snapped back" so when would it be your turn?
And you wouldn't dare utter a word about this to Pedro.
But he could sense a shift in the way you dressed, even the way you would sit on the couch using a pillow to cover you which you never did.
Tonight was no different, after asking Pedro to put the kids to bed you showered and dried off. Doing your usual routine of toners, serums and moisturizers. You avoided looking in the mirror once you lotioned your body.
A new habit you picked up.
When you were finished with that you put on a tank top and some shorts that rolled up due to your new thick thighs, which even you had to admit was the one part of your body you didn't mind.
Pedro burst into the room, gently closing the door and locking it. "If I have to read The Hungry Caterpillar one more time, I will eat that book myself." He chuckled to himself but quickly frowned when you didn't laugh, he caught you examining yourself in the mirror with a concentrated, yet worried, look on your face.
"Pedro, honey... do you still think I'm pretty?" The question slipping from you without a thought to filter it first. His eyebrows came together. Why on Earth would you ask him that?
"Of course, I think you're pretty. I think you're smokin' hot."
You sighed pulling the band of your shorts to cover your lower stomach.
"Even after the kids?"
"Especially after the kids baby, are you kidding me?"
Pedro hurried over to you, scooping you up in his arms, staring at your reflections. He pressed a sweet kiss on your neck. "I tell you every day how beautiful you are, and if you don't believe it then maybe I'm not doing my job right."
You shook your head, you did appreciate the compliments he gave, they were the only thing giving you even an ounce of confidence in yourself. "You're doing your job just fine, trust me."
"Then why are you standing here doubting your beauty huh? I'm still in love with you, baby, what the hell would change that? I still think you're the prettiest girl on the block that rejected me more times than I could count."
That earned a small giggle from you. He rested his head against yours and smiled. "The pretty girl who could look me in the eyes and I'd melt in seconds, the one with the sweet mahogany skin that I love to kiss all over... every single inch."
You leaned into him.
"I love your body just as much as I used to if not more. I mean this body keeps me warm and happy, it carried our three beautiful blessings that I cherish with all my heart. This body, this face, this person that I married is all I think about baby. You're my muse.
You were blushing, you looked down to hide your face but he took his finger and pressed it under your chin tilting your head back up. "You are my fucking world."
You carefully spun around in his arms. "I'm too lucky."
"Mmm," He groaned pecking your lips, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist.
"I'm about to show you how lucky I am."
tags: @skyesthebomb @one-sweet-gubler
decided to feed the Pedro girlies just a little crumb. I just missed writing about him a bit🤧
if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. comments and reblogs are super appreciated.
peace and love
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lothli · 3 months ago
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III: Cacophaton
He was following me home. I could hear the faint buzzing — not with my ears, but within my brain. The elevated heartbeat, the desperate yearning for everything and nothing. The Long, the man-insect-creature. I tried to lose him.
He continued to follow. To be perfectly honest, shaking him would be near impossible. I needed to confront him.
The streets here were quiet and abandoned. I stopped, and so did he. The buzzing softened.
We stared at each other. He had returned to a more human form, but the faint incongruities remain. He smelled of hemolymph, and the buzzing of insects surrounded him. His eyes were an inky black, with no whites to speak of. They swirled with something unknowable.
He grinned at me before a cacophony of voices spilled out.
"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I DON'T care, I don't CARE—" "Extra! Extra! Read alllllllll about it!—" "I don't like it here please get me out please get me out please—" "Moths are a group of insects that includes all members of the order Lepidoptera that are not—"
They shrieked, jarringly separate, overlapping, and contradictory. I flinched, backing away instinctively as the barrage continued.
"Do you want to hear a secret? Too bad, too bad! Those are aaaaall mine! But if—" "Step One: Start by pouring the spaghetti into a pot of boiling water. Add a can of motor oil—" "—the rules for distinguishing moths from butterflies are not well established, one very good guiding principle is—" "WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!?"
My head hurt. Was he even saying anything? Did it matter?
"Stop. Talking." I needed it to stop, but he certainly didn’t obey me.
"What does a caterpillar think when it spins its cocoon? Does it know—" "The modern English word moth comes from Old English moððe—" "It's okay, it's okay. I'm sorry. I can't control it, it's just—" "Non posse à nobis dubitari, quin existamus dum dubitamus—"
I had to remember: he wasn’t human. He was Long and not a hostile one at that. I couldn’t afford to do something hasty. But still, this method of communication was unbearable.
"Please. I cannot understand you when you are like this." Desperately, I tried to bargain with him. He tilted his head a bit, and the endless deluge of voices thins.
"Fine, fine, mortal. Is this good enough?— while moths are notorious for eating clothing, most species do not, and some moth adults do not even —toned it down for you a little. I wouldn't do this if I didn't like — in gi rum imus noc te et con sumi — so. That's about it."
I blinked. It was slightly more comprehensible, but I still struggled to process his words.
"What is it that you want?"
"A little birdy told me that you've been poking around, investigating, cutting up Children. Moths frequently appear to circle artificial lights, although the reason for this behavior (positive phototaxis) is currently unknown. It's not that I don't approve, it's more that — Step Five: Squeeze a dollop of toothpaste into the mixture. Toothpaste — someone as weak as you to do something like that, you feel, understand, get me?"
I was finally starting to understand him. I focused, parsing out that one voice, flitting about, constantly changing, and zeroed in on it. I took a deep breath.
"Okay, okay. So from what I understand, you think I was being reckless by taking on the Children by myself, but you don't disapprove?"
"Right, right, you got it. And hey! You've actually managed to filter out a single, solitary, unique voice, huh? That's quite impressive, spectacular, great!" he grinned, just slightly too wide.
"Your voice. Do you have any control over the rest of them?" The other voices were still droning on and on, and I gritted my teeth.
"Ah, well, you see, this voice is the one that's trying to actually communicate with you. Everything else, all those other words I speak, are merely random things that have floated into my head and come spilling out." He cricked his neck, the sound reminiscent of an insect being crushed. "They're quite wonderful thoughts, of course. I'd really recommend you try out my spaghetti recipe later, at the very least!"
"And why is this voice the only one that can communicate? Why are the other voices there in the first place?"
He laughed, his cackle echoing through the night air like the buzzing of a thousand moth wings.
"Because, you silly human, you foolish mortal, you are only slightly, marginally interesting. Interesting enough to attract my attention, which is an accomplishment, a feat. But certainly not ALL of my attention. No, no, no, not quite, not nearly, not yet."
"What do you want?"
"You have been cutting up Children, butchering them. And that's great! I hate those damn Winter cultists. They're too stagnant for my tastes, you see. Too... uninteresting. But, that said, your methods are, unfortunately, somewhat lacking. You have a tiny little knife, and you try to stand against Long? That won't work unless you're Long yourself! Which you're not. You're just a mortal who’s a little bit sharp, has a little bit of Edge. And that's no good."
I didn’t like where this was going. There was no way he was suggesting...
"No, no, no. I can tell by your face that you're worried about my ulterior motives, or my plans, or something." The Moth Long’s face scrunched up in disgust. "Are you mocking me? Do you not understand Moth? We don't give two whits about that kind of thing. We're all about the now, and the now is that I'm a bit bored, and you're a bit interesting, and so I want to see how you can cut up these Children of Silence. And I think you want that, too."
"What I want is for the cults to be destroyed. Not simply weakened. Destroyed." And him, too. But I wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud.
"Good! Good! I hate Winter, and I hate stagnation, and I hate the Dead, and I hate the silence! And one of the best way to destroy something is with Edge! You're quite versed in Edge, aren't you? I can see the scars! The scars on your skin, which you refuse to shed." His eyes gleamed, and I shuddered.
"Edge is a tool, nothing more. But if you're offering, I would be a fool to decline."
He grinned, a wide gash across his face.
"I'll offer a helping hand, a hand, a hand cut off from The Son, a hand that doesn't know itself!"
"It's not a literal hand, I hope," I groaned. I wouldn’t put it past him.
"Nope, not a real one, not quite, not yet. Here." He tosses over a worn ball of iron — no, Taenite-iron. It fit comfortably within my palm. "That's the kinda thing I'm talking about. It's sharp, it's strong, it's heavy, and it will cut through almost anything. A bullet used to hunt monsters, of creatures bigger than any mortal. You can keep it around, let it hone your Edge, or use it. Fire it. Pierce someone with it. Make a nice, new scar."
"I thought you said the best way to destroy something is with Edge." A rounded ball didn’t seem very Edge-like to me.
The Moth Long pretended to make a shocked face. "This is an Edge artifact! I'm hurt. Do you think I'm lying? I'm not. I don't lie, not often, just sometimes, not to you, not yet."
I sighed, eyeing the artifact. On closer inspection, it seemed to be infused with Edge, with a strange sharpness that belied its shape. I pocketed it.
"You're right. I'll take it."
"Excellent. Excellent. I will see you around, then." He stood, and his moth wings burst out from his back. His eyes shone in the dark, and he flew into the sky. He was gone, leaving only a few wayward moths in his wake.
I stared into the night. The first light of dawn was peaking above the buildings. I needed to retreat and rest up. I would have more work to do, and soon.
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lifechanyuan · 12 days ago
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The Bridge to the Celestial Islands
Xuefeng
Oct. 5, 2018
(Translated by Qinyou and Edited by Peter)
It is said that “the core of truth is in one sentence, while falsehoods are spread through millions of books”.
For eighteen years, I have devoted myself to studying, preaching and solving mysteries. Today, I can encompass the vast truth into three words, faith, love, and nature.
That is to say, as long as you can exhibit "faith, love, and nature" to the extreme, you can reach the Celestial Islands, reach heaven. Or it can be said that we can achieve our greatest desires and realize our best ideals without reading extensively, researching and exploring, struggling and working hard, practicing abstinence from meat and saying prayers, as long as we completely "Believe! Love! and let our nature blossom!”.
Faith is a state of consciousness and mentality that has no doubts about the truth, things, or people.
The first and most important thing to do in a person's life is to solve the problem of faith. Once the problem of faith is solved, the road of life is filled with happiness and freedom, and the road of LIFE is filled with flowers and fragrances, and your life will be in order, and you can see in one encompassing vision how tiny all the mountains are.
What to believe?
You can believe in anything. As long as you believe, you grasp the core, the key, and you can fulfill your wishes.
You can believe in the Greatest Creator, the Ancestor of Buddha, believe in Tao, Jesus, Shakyamuni, Lao Tzu. You can believe in the king of devils, ghosts, the emperor, the president, the master, money, power, fame, profit, and carnal pleasure. You can believe in your parents, your children, your husband, your wife, your boss, your friends. You can believe in atheism, theism, creation theory, evolution theory, communism, capitalism, planning theory, and market theory. You can believe in the sun, the moon, the water, the mountains, the tortoises, and the caterpillars. You can believe in yourself, believe in everything whimsical, believe in lies, believe in strange conversations...
In short, whatever you believe in, you can achieve something. As long as you firmly believe and have no doubts, your wishes will be fulfilled, and this is where the secret of magical powers also lies. For example, if you firmly believe that you can become a dragon, you can do it, and if you firmly believe that you can turn a stone into gold, you can definitely do it.
Once you believe it, do not doubt it. Believing with doubts is not believing.
When we doubt our beliefs, then our minds will become overcast with clouds and wind, flying sand and rocks. Even chickens and dogs will become restless around us. For example, between husband and wife, if the husband does not believe in the wife, or the wife does not believe in the husband, then the couple will become strange bedfellows, each having their own axe to grind, and they will be uneasy, will start quarreling and fighting, and start living a life of misery.
Since you believe something, do not use your own standards to test, judge, and examine what you believe. For example, if you believe that your boss is a real gentleman, then do not be displeased because your boss farted or molested a woman. For example, if you believe in the Greatest Creator, do not have doubts because you have encountered setbacks or hardships.
Love is the most beautiful state in heaven and in the world. It is a state that combines truth, goodness, beauty, faith, sincerity, peace, and joy. Look at the blooming flowers, love is in the blooming flowers. When a person becomes filled with love, he is the most sacred, most pure, most beautiful and most radiant LIFE in the universe. He is a Buddha, an angel, and a Celestial Being.
Love has no desires, love has no conditions attached, love cannot be hurt, love has no pain, love has no self, love has no object, love has no morals or ethics, and love is irrespective of right or wrong. The essence of love is selfless giving and dedication.
If a person is easily injured because of love (psychological injury), he has demands and expectations, troubles, pains and regrets from the outside world because of his giving and dedication, he is angry, complaining and raging because of love, and he is anxious, worried, and fearful because of love, he has no sense of love, and he himself does not love.
Nature is a kind of primitive magnetic field formed by the structure of things, that is, the features of things.
Nature is Buddha, nature is a Celestial Being, nature is an angel, and nature is truth. In the same way, nature is the devil, nature is a monster, nature is a demon, and nature is spirits.
Nature is innate, and nature is Tathagata.
Following one’s nature means being natural; following one’s nature is to be one with the Tao. If you are following your nature, do not rely on your own cognition and thinking to analyze and judge, and do not weigh the pros and cons but just live out your own Tathagata nature.
The world’s vast and voluminous scriptures, wisdom, knowledge, and preaching about self-improvement and self-refinement can be summed up in these three words: faith, love, and nature. These three words are the bridge to the Celestial Islands.
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sagarg889 · 2 years ago
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Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction Systems Market Analysis, Key Players, Industry Segments & Forecast 2023 to 2033
The global marine selective catalytic reduction systems market may reach a valuation of US$ 4.77 billion by 2023, at a CAGR of 6.0%. By 2033, the global market projections indicate a value of US$ 8.54 billion.
Key Market Dynamics
The global maritime selective catalytic reduction (SCR) systems market is expected to develop significantly through 2033. Owing to a steady increase in shipbuilding activity, particularly in growing economies such as South Korea, China, and Japan.
The growing seaborne trading business, combined with severe rules governing maritime pollution, may fuel market expansion. Increasing maritime tourism and constant boating activity across sea areas can hasten marine SCR system deployment.
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The high installation and upfront investment costs of a selective catalytic reduction in ships may limit its application. The retrofitting of marine SCR systems necessitates the inactivity of ships, which hurts the shipping marine selective catalytic reduction systems market advancement.
Adopting favorable legislation to stimulate sustainable systems adoption creates lucrative opportunities for marine SCR industry growth. Moreover, the market growth is predicted to gain value from the growing investment in refining maritime fleets.
Application Insight
Marine selective catalytic reduction systems sales volume from commercial applications is poised to strengthen at a steady CAGR through 2032. This increase is attributed to the increased production of container vessels, bulk carriers, tankers, and other commercial vessels. The sea route has evolved as a favored alternative for global transportation networks.
These characteristics and the advent of attractive government incentive schemes to modernize maritime transportation can accelerate the use of marine SCR systems to minimize emissions from commercial vessel engines.
Asia Pacific Economic Picture
From 2023 to 2033, the Asia Pacific marine selective catalytic reduction systems market is expected to develop more than 6% CAGR. Furthermore, constant innovation, in collaboration with attractive investments in creating new solutions, is anticipated to strengthen the regional prospect.
Exponentially rising shipbuilding activities, particularly in Japan, South Korea, and China, are likely to benefit marine SCR systems adoption across the Asia Pacific.
Key Takeaways
Due to the increasing development of sea route networks, the segment for offshore marine selective catalytic reduction systems is expected to transcend around US$ 4.5 billion by 2033.
The navy segment had a market worth more than US$ 1.2 billion in 2022; revenue growth was anticipated from 2023 through 2032.
By 2033, North America's marine selective catalytic reduction systems market is projected to be worth more than US$ 1 billion.
Market growth for marine selective catalytic reduction systems in Asia Pacific may exceed 6% CAGR between 2023 and 2033.
Competitive Landscape
To improve the application of these systems, the leading manufacturers are focusing on making huge expenditures.  They are indulged in utilizing competitive resources and strategic mergers and alliances.
Tenneco, Wärtsilä, YARA International, Hyundai, Mitsubishi, Johnson Matthey, PANASIA, Hitachi Zosen, MAN Energy Solutions, Agriemach, Hug Engineering, DCL International, Caterpillar, ECOUREA, ME Production, DEC Marine are among the leading marine selective catalytic reduction systems manufacturers.
Recent Development
Acquisition
Daewoo Shipbuilding & Marine Engineering acquired six B&W 11G95ME-GI Mk10.5 from MAN Energy Solutions in July 2021. This acquisition aims to construct six ultra-large container vessels of 23,500+ TEU for Hapag Llyod.
Agreement
In September 2022, DAMEN Naval and Rolls-Royce Power Systems signed an agreement. The agreement is to supply DAMEN with MTU Series 4000 gensets for the German Navy's upgraded F126 frigates. Rolls-scope Royce's for the F126 frigates covers both automation and power technology. With this deal, Rolls-Royce maintains its long-standing collaboration with the German Navy.
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Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System Market By Application Key Segments
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System for Commercial:
Containers
Tankers
Bulk Carriers
Roll On/Roll Off
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System for Offshore:
AHTS
PSV
FSV
MPSV
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System for Recreational:
Cruise Ships
Ferries
Yachts
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Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System Market by Region
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System in North America
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System in Europe
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System in Asia Pacific
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System in Latin America
Marine Selective Catalytic Reduction System in the Middle East & Africa
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definitelyyessnakedemons · 1 year ago
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i'm pretty much Weird Crossovers Georg, here's a list of fandoms I've crossed in my fics (leaving out a few that i think aren't weird):
Hellsing/Madoka Magica
Precure/SCP Foundation
The Dragon Prince/What We Do In The Shadows
The Sandman/Wicked Lovely
RWBY/Pet Shop of Horrors
The Locked Tomb/Weather Warden
The Vampire Diaries/RWBY/Pet Shop of Horrors
Good Omens/Castlevania
Ace Attorney/Cirque du Freak
The Witcher/SCP Foundation
The Locked Tomb/SCP Foundation
The Witcher/The Locked Tomb
Ace Attorney/The Witcher
Sweeney Todd/Pet Shop of Horrors
Good Omens/Angel Sanctuary/Weather Warden
Carmilla web series/Dark-Hunters
Castlevania/Pet Shop of Horrors
Hellsing/One Piece
RWBY/Hellsing
Hellsing/How to Keep a Mummy
Fullmetal Alchemist/The Nightmare Before Christmas
Weather Warden/Katawa Shoujo
Final Fantasy VI/Yu-gi-oh
Chobits/Ace Attorney
Bleach/Attack on Titan
Evangelion/Attack on Titan
RWVY/Monster Musume
Death Note/Pet Shop of Horrors
Pet Shop of Horrors/The Very Hungry Caterpillar
Skip Beat/Monster Mussume
Sweeney Todd/Pet Shop of Horrors
Fruits Basket/Bleach
Saw/Death Note
Death Note/Knives Out
Angel Sanctuary/Fight Club
Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle/Loveless
Fruits Basket/xxxHolic
What’s the weirdest crossover au you’ve ever seen/read/written?
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quickspinner · 5 years ago
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Continuing my trend of noticing weird differences in the dubs...
French Luka makes a lot more noise than American Luka. There’s lots of places where there’s little noises like a hmm or a gasp or even (in Silencer) a growl where the English VO has no noise at all. Even when the American voice actor does growl (in Silencer when he’s getting frustrated and tries to get Marinette to just give up and leave) it’s like a tiny baby growl compared to French Luka’s growl. If you have Netflix go play that bit with the French narration turned on. French Luka is like 10x more pissed in that moment than American Luka.
I wonder if the difference is cultural or production related? I’ve noticed it some on other characters, now that I’ve started to look for it. For example, in Frozer, when Marinette tells the girls that she and Adrien are better of friends, they all sort of look at each other before they all start to talk at once. In the French dub they are all making some kind of “hmm” or “uhh” sound and in the English dub that moment is completely silent. Maybe it’s differences in the recording studio directions?
Also, unrelated to the above, but French Jagged Stone sounds exactly like me trying to speak French, which is fun because it makes him easy for me to understand, but I think he’s supposed to be American rather than British or whatever he is in the English dub. I’ve never heard a British person try to speak French with a lousy accent though, so I’m not sure. I would be so fascinated to read an analysis of accents and the way people talk in the French version, esp what kind of differences there, if any, between Adrien and Chat Noir.
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burritodetodo · 4 years ago
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Infinity Train Book 4 Review (SPOILERS)
It's sad I have to make the final review of that wonderful series that was Infinity Train. I've been rooting for it since 2016 (in fact you can check my archive and even I could interview Owen after the pilot aired) and loved every season. Anyway, the *final* book went out great, being the most sensitive season of the show thanks to the dynamics of Ryan, Min-Gi and Kez.
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Spoilers below
The book is about Ryan and Min, two best friends from childhood who grew together but have very different personalities and problemas but can't deal/notice them as young adults. Set in the 80s (1983?), there're many references to that decade and the 70s: from David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust to Min's Stylophone (a musical toy popular in the 70s and 80s). Anyway, they end up on the endless train after an argument and a chase.
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Inside they meet Kez (voiced by the awesome Minty Lewis), a flying bell who is the worst best denizen of all seasons. Yes, more than One One or Alan Dracula. She is clumsy and thanks to that she creates lots of enemies: from a caterpillar (voiced by CHARACTER ACTRESS MARGO MARTINDALE), a cow, a pig baby (played by JK Simmons!) and some parka aliens. She, Ryan and Min go through the many cars and end on her "home": a sentient castle.
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This season leaves darkness and horror of the two previous books in spite of sensitiveness and emotion. Ryan and Min test their friendship through lots of situations, usual endless choo choo, while Kez in the end realizes she has to be humble and be sorry for what she did.
Best episodes are The Party Car, where the band tries to play at a party organized by Kez but Min has anxiety and leaves Ryan hanging. That episode has such a bittersweet ending that reminds me a lot of some Futurama episodes, like the one Fry has the Robot Devil hands.
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The other one is The Art Gallery Car where everything is set as a horror movie and the Hand Monster, who fills passengers and denizens with bad thoughts, is quite sinister and horrible. A while ago I said Primal did excellent by giving animated horror and now Infinity Train mastered this genre too.
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This book is lighter on its themes than the others but doesn't quit on the lore. We see Samantha The Cat, we see a young Amelia and Steward Amelia, we see One before One-One in the Steward form.
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It's such a shame see Cartoon Network cancelling this masterpiece because its not aimed to children. I wish Warner could step in and "transfer" that IP to a in-house studio, maybe a 100% Max Original. Dunno, I'm thinking out loud. I also wish this book wouldn't be the last we hear from Infinity Train and could be back soon. If Adventure Time had its cancellation and came back, the neverending train too!
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Note: Owen is a very nice guy either on social media and in person, or at least the 30 seconds I met him here in Argentina. Man he even delivered his fellow Sam Spina a Christmas postcard I made for him! He's one of the good guys and I wish Owen the best to come in his projects and life.
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little-piece-of-tamlin · 15 days ago
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finished unfinished comedy five hours ago and had to just sit down and draw for three hours straight because what the fuck hoyo. anyways have this wip of my boy caterpillar so i actually feel pressured to finish this tomorrow lol
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Goldenrod
It’s Goldenrod or Solidago season!
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Solidago, often called goldenrod, is a genus of around 100 species of flowering plants in the aster family, Asteraceae. They are an early fall flowering plant with great medicinal value, especially in regards to your kidneys, bladder, and urinary tract. 
The easiest way to identify Goldenrod is by its leaves. They are primarily smooth with serrations only at the trips. The tiny golden flowering rod-like tops are also a pretty big giveaway. 
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Goldenrod often gets blamed for seasonal allergies in the fall but that’s only because it blooms the same time as ragweed. The truth is, goldenrods pollen is stationary, dense, and sticky. It’s completely reliant on insects to pollinate and cannot be pollinated by the wind. Which brings me to my next point...
When you harvest goldenrod, I recommend doing it after dust to avoid the hundreds of bees and wasps that are likely to be riddled within it during the day. Even then, it will likely be home to many spiders and other creepy crawlers. I recommend hanging your harvest over night before processing so that all its inhabitants have the opportunity to vacate. I, of course, did not do this and I’m currently sharing space with roughly 30 new eight-legged friends. (I also found a Caterpillar, as shown in the photo below.)
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To harvest simply cut the plant roughly 12 inches above the ground. This should leave you with a long stem and flowering top. You want to harvest when the flowers are in full bloom with some buds. Process by separating the leaves from the flowering tops. You can just pull down on the stem and make quick work of removing the leaves, then nip the tops into a separate vessel.
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The leaves make excellent tea and the flowering tops are most often tinctured. I typically throw the rinsed leaves in my Excalibur dehydrator around 90-105 degrees and dry overnight and allow the flowering tops to wilt overnight before making a fresh plant tincture. Goldenrod isn’t limited to teas and tinctures though.
You can infuse dried herb into local honey for a fantastic natural allergy remedy and if you want to get crazy, add vinegar and make an oxymel that will also serve to tone and soothe the GI system. If honey isn’t your gig, make an anti-fungal extract with ACV and use in vaginal steams to combat yeast infections or to even administer to children. 
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Goldenrod is also a fantastic anti-oxidant and a good source of the constituent rutin, a powerful flavonoid that benefits the cardiovascular system. The flowers can even be made into an infused oil or salve to aid in the healing of wounds and burns.  
As mentioned at the beginning of this post, Goldenrod has great medicinal value, especially in regards to your kidneys, bladder, and urinary tract. It’s perfect for things like UTIs, bladder infections, kidney stones, etc.So, get out there and find some Goldenrod! She is a fantastic plant ally. I promise it won’t be hard to find, after reading this post you’ll be likely seeing it everywhere.
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let-the-dream-begin · 4 years ago
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"Ships in the Night”
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Not for the first time, I got sad thinking about my Angel-Mother. Sometimes, when Da cried, I was too scared to ask him what was wrong, and Auntie Jenny would say:
“He’s just missing yer Ma.”
I didn’t understand for a while. But now I was seven, so I did, and I wondered if it was possible to miss somebody I never met.
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A little girl with copper hair takes a walk on the beach with her Da.
Featuring lyrics to "Ships" by Barry Manilow woven through the narrative.
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We walked to the sea, just my father and me.
There was a spray coming in from the water, making a great whooshing sound as it crashed into the sand.
And the dogs played around on the sand.
Bran and Jehu were tumbling in the sand and nipping at each other. They kept slipping when they tried to run. It made me laugh.
Winter cold cut the air, hangin' still everywhere.
It really was cold. The little droplets dancing onto my cheeks felt like they could freeze when they touched my skin. It tickled and made me giggle. Jehu started barking, calling me toward him, and I hiked up my skirts to scamper toward him, but Da stopped me.
Dressed in gray, did he say, "Hold my hand.”
I stopped walking and turned around. He was smiling, but it was sad-smiling. I was used to seeing the sad-smile. He did it a lot. Not as much as he used to, but still a lot.
I smiled up at him, a happy-smile. He was reaching for me, and I took his hand. Da’s hands were big, and always warm. I didn’t realize how cold my small hands were until he covered one of them in one of his.
“Mo ghraidh, ye’re like ice.” The sad-smile changed a bit, his eyebrows crinkling together like little caterpillars. “Gi’ me yer other hand.” He stopped walking and crouched down next to me, and I did as he said. He put down my shoes; he was holding them so I could feel the sand on my toes. He squished both of my little hands between his enormous ones, squeezing and rubbing, blowing on them with his warm breath.
“Canna have ye losin’ any of yer wee fingers, a chiusle.” He smiled a very tiny happy-smile, and his eyes sparkled. “Yer Auntie would box my ears.”
I giggled. I had no doubt that Auntie Jenny would do just that. She didn’t really need an excuse.
Jehu kept barking, and something caught my eye on the horizon.
“What’s that?” I freed one of my hands and pointed into the sea. “A light, Da.”
“I dinna ken, lass.” He sat back, off his knees now, and pulled me into his lap. “Let’s have a look, then.”
I settled between his legs and nuzzled my back into his chest. He put my socks back on my sandy feet, and then he held my hands again.
We sat and watched a distant light.
“Do mermaids glow?” I asked with wonder, watching the sparkling light dance on the water.
“I think they might, aye.” I could hear the happy-smile in his voice.
“So it’s a mermaid,” I said.
“Could be.”
“Or an angel?”
He held me a little tighter when I said that, and his warm lips kissed the top of my head.
“Could be, mo chridhe.”
My eyes widened with wonder, my mouth gaping a little. “Is it Ma?” He didn’t move or talk. “Ma is an angel, aye Da?”
“She is.”
Da’s voice sounded scratchy, like it hurt.
Not for the first time, I got sad thinking about my Angel-Mother. Sometimes, when Da cried, I was too scared to ask him what was wrong, and Auntie Jenny would say:
“He’s just missing yer Ma.”
I didn’t understand for a while. But now I was seven, so I did, and I wondered if it was possible to miss somebody I never met.
“Can ye make the angel come closer, Da?”
“I dinna think so, a nighean. Angels do as they please. We mortals canna influence them, ye ken.”
“Oh.” I didn’t mean for my voice to sound sad.
“What is it, lass?”
“Can Ma no' visit, then? Since we canna…influence?” The new, big word tumbled off my tongue.
“Och, dinna fash. Yer Ma doesna need our influence fer her to visit.”
“Really?”
“Aye. She wants to be wi’ us.”
“Really?”
I heard him clear his throat. “Aye." His voice sounded like it hurt again.
The light went away, and it made me sad. Da didn't talk for a long time.
"D'ye ken why yer name is what it is, a leannan?"
Da's voice rumbled in his chest against my back, and it almost tickled. I scrunched my nose up in thought.
"Nae, Da. I dinna."
"D'ye wish to know?"
"Is it a story, Da?" I shook with excitement.
"Aye, a bit." He turned me around a bit, so I could see his face. Another sad-smile. "When ye were born, I couldna be there."
"Why no'?"
His chin stuck out like it did when he fought with Auntie Jenny. "I did a foolish thing, a nighean. I went and got myself separated from yer Ma."
"What did ye do?"
"I broke a law. The King of France was verra cross wi' me."
"The King?" I gasped, my jaw dropping.
"Aye, lass. I angered the King." He smiled, neither happy or sad, and he chuckled a little, tickling my back again. "He kept me away from ye after ye were born. I sat in a room of stone, and I dreamed of ye, my wee babe wi' a name I didna ken. I dreamed that yer Mam was holding ye close, that I could kiss both of yer beautiful heads."
We're two ships that pass in the night.
"Did ye get out, Da?" I asked eagerly.
"Aye. I did. Grandda Murtagh rescued me."
I smiled proudly. "O' course he did."
He chuckled again.
We both smile and we say, "It's alright."
"He brought me to ye, my beautiful babe, and he told me of how ye came into the world, how ye were christened." He rocked me like I was still the little babe he spoke of, and I didn't mind at all. "My dream was about to come true."
He touched my cheek with his big, warm hand.
"But then Grandda Murtagh told me that yer Mam joined the angels." His voice sounded like it hurt again.
We're still here, it's just that we're out of sight, like those ships that pass in the night.
I felt sad again.
"He told me that yer poor Ma was verra sick, that she couldna give ye a name herself. Mother Hildegaard, a verra good woman, she had ye christened. She gave ye yer name."
"Faith."
"Aye. Faith. Mother Hildegaard knew that we'd need lots o' faith if ye were to live." He brushed one of my curls away. "You were verra sickly too, mo ghraidh."
"But Ma saved me. Aye?"
"That's right, a leannan. She gave ye all her strength. Because she had faith in ye." He gently poked my nose, making me smile. "D'ye see now, lass? D'ye see why yer name is so verra special?"
"Aye, Da." I nodded. "Ma had faith that she could save me, and she did. And you had faith that ye'd get to kiss my head, and ye did."
Da did a sad-laugh, and his eyes looked watery, like the salty spray landed right in them. "Aye, that's it, Faith. Ye've got it." Da's big hand cupped the back of my head, and he put his warm forehead on mine. "Ye're a clever lass, mo chridhe."
I freed my hands from his one-handed grip, and I stroked his scratchy chin and cheeks. It tickled, which I always liked.
"Look, Faith." Da moved so our foreheads weren't touching anymore, nudging his chin to the sea.
There's a boat on the line where the sea meets the sky.
"How far away is that, Da?" I reached out with both hands like I could touch it. "It looks like I could touch it, but it looks like I'll never reach. Ye ken?"
"Aye, I ken." Another rumbly chuckle.
There's another that rides far behind.
"I couldna say how far away they are, lass. The only way to know would be to try and swim to them."
I kept my hands out, reaching and stretching, wiggling my cold little fingers, biting my bottom lip.
"It's like Ma," I said.
"How's that?"
"Sometimes, I think I can reach out and touch her. When ye tell a story about her. And then ye say I have her eyes and her nose, so I think I must ken what she looks like." I let my hands fall back into my lap, feeling sad again. "But that's silly, is it no'? Like it's silly to...to miss her. Even though I never met her."
And it seems you and I are like strangers a wide ways apart as we drift on through time.
"No, a leannan." He held me tight again, rocking me like I was a boat and he was the sea. "That isna silly. No' at all." He kissed my head again. "Ye need no' have met her to ken that she was special. She's my heart, just you are, my Faith. Is, not was. Because it still is so, even though she's left this world."
I thought about that for a bit. "Are you still her heart, too?"
"Aye, I am. I ken it. I feel her love everywhere, every day."
I looked up into the sky, wondering: If I tried hard enough, could I feel it too?
He said, "It's harder now we're far away."
He took a big breath before he kept talking.
"Harder, because I miss being able to kiss her head, as I can yers, or hold her hand, as I do wi' you, or hear her laugh and her voice, like I can hear yers."
We're two ships that pass in the night.
"But dinna fash because it's harder. Because the love is still there. So it's alright." He touched my chin, and I stopped looking at the sky so I could look at Da's eyes instead. "D'ye...d'ye understand, mo chridhe?"
And we smile when we say it's alright.
I smiled, because I knew that Da liked when I smiled, and I knew he was sad. "Aye, Da. I understand."
"Good lass." He kissed my forehead.
We're still here, it's just that we're out of sight.
There was suddenly a big gust of wind, so big it made the dogs bark again. It made me gasp and shiver and hold on tight to Da's coat. He pressed my head into his chest, and I could hear his heart. There hadn't been any wind the whole time we'd been here, and even though it was cold, my heart felt warm.
"I feel her love everywhere, every day."
Another gust came and made my copper hair stick up and tickle Da's face.
Hello, Ma. I love you too.
Like those ships that pass in the night.
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Blindly hopping aboard
Time to see what this last book for the time being includes...
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Episode 1
Starting with a flashback montage from birth onwards
Relative:I’m confused.We have Min-Gi Park next to Ryan Wayne.
Me:Akagi...
Relative:I’m confused...What’s a toque?
Me:A Canadian hat.(Also...Be careful not to mix it up with togue.)
Relative:Abandoing his best friend...
Relative:So he stayed home to put up with crap rather than go on the road...Why?
Relative:What’s he(Min-Gi) always pressing on?
Me:A stylophone.
Relative:People did on the trait...?People die on the train?!
Me:You saw two individuals die last book!
Episode 2
Relative:What’s with the uniform?Train updated over the years?
Me:This is technically before all that.
Powell Lake America Canada
Warm Iceberg Car apparently confirmed
Kez and gum flavors
Aliens were their default form,eh?
“Wormhole Judgement”
Onward to the Insect Western
Relative:I want One-One back and ditch the bell.I can even handle the cat,that bell is just too crazy.
Episode 3
So Kez can form hands with her sparkles...?
And the guns spray insecticide rather than shoot bullets.
Relative:There’s my kitty!
Relative:”She”?The bell is a girl?
“Pris’ner” rather than “Prisoner”
“Old West Bug Jail”
Was old skin the whole time
Caterpillar is the sheriff and the judge due to a cocoon and the “Morpho” name
Ryan tries the lawyer act despite the uniform being stuck on
“Foxy stunt double”
Relative:Really?Miss Kitty?!
The aliens and now the bugs are on the hunt
Episode 4
Starting this one in a giant drawer
Relative:And if you take off the hat you’d be Clearly?
One of those cow creamers
Butter
“American Recipes”
Relative:I thought they said there was no butter.
Relative:Why do we keep picking on Americans?
Relative:Can I get a post-war cookbook and make you some of those meals?
Me:No.
172
Back to 202
Pig Baby liked the brownies
Relative:There’s the door!...I’m not supposed to get too excited over that.
Episode 5
Baby shape toy
Relative:Is that a real chip?
Me:Yes,they have ketchup-flavored chips.
“Nerd Parties”
Astronaut Bouncer is a Simon Game?
Digging
Some sort of adhesive green slime was unearthed and crystalized
Realizing the portal system
Ryan said the line for me
194...202
Disguising and using the slime
Oh,Kez...
Glitching
Episode 6
A brief pause to get their gear
The astronauts who are alive and partying
Spiceman and Beehive
Relative:Why’s Ryan in his underwear?
Return of Green
The keys are back
Just like back then
Door with requirements
Min in the bathtub
The shirt
“Two Asian guys from BC”
Roadblock(?) is from Hey-Ho-Whoa?
127
Unlocked despite not truly being on stage
Episode 7
Is that a real song and singer?
“Worst Canadian”
Art museum commentary
Trying to jump into the paintings
Hand
Relative:Something’s getting him!
“Mama Kez”
Cat Painting
Eighteen years
More shadow hands
One of those pictures is Humpty Dumpty
A fox and rabbit version of American Gothic...
There’s a reference I want to make but nobody would understand it
Windchime was the door...Separated
Never seen a monster made of hands before I don’t think
Ryan reaches zero at a tough time...Then goes to 115 and loses the portal
Min realizes in the nick of time
Episode 8
A hard to explain situation
Had to look up and see sconces are apparently a type of light
Castle
Relative:That’s like me giving directions.
Difference in lifestyle and how it’s viewed
“Trust”
Here comes the tears and snot
Relative:PIGGY!Lard-Ass made it there?
Aliens are back in the lemur forms
Pig Baby confusing the meaning of a “butterfly”
So Pig Baby is now Pig Toddler
Shifted to Gorilla form which also kind of shows there is a difference between them and Tuba
Devolving the cow creamer
Relative:Really?!Shouldn’t she have just become a chunk of clay?
Relative:So where’s Morgan?
Relative:Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum?
Episode 9
Relative:Ninth is last episode?
Me:No,ten.
Relative:It was the picture of the guy in the castle and Morgan’s the castle.
Everyone who remains from the previous cars have started a campfire.
All the hat types
Learning the time difference
The signatures in the book
Car crash as the reason Jeremy became a passenger
Another glitch
Amelia has taken control
Episode 10
Still at the campfire
“Don’t be naked.”
Revealing the fact the exit showed up
The tune
Threw the keys away
105 and now zero for Min
Back to aliens and being a cow
Relative:Piggy’s destroying the castle.
So the bouncer’s name is Nigel
And Morpho wasn’t consumed
Relative:So they didn’t kill him...Maybe.
Two doors so they merged
Ryan wanted to ring Kez the whole time
Utica
Made a song themed after their adventure
Ending with them getting a fan
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wheredidyamileavemenow · 8 years ago
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The Very Hungry Ryou
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jose92gt · 4 years ago
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Yu-Gi-Oh Sevens capítulo 35
Título: ¡Sonido! Gohanio
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Mientras Yuga no está, una máquina gigante con orugas se acerca a su Laboratorio de Carreteras. Quien la conduce es Zomyoji Caterpillar, el mecánico del Duelo de Caballería de Máquinas. ¡Club! Caterpillar usa sus técnicas de demolición para acercarse al laboratorio. Sin embargo, ¡sus atroces acciones no quedarán impunes! ¡Porque la hermosa chica con un fuerte sentido de la justicia, Kamijo Haruka
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