#cause i'm lame

[licorishh]

double ?? upload ???? yeaaaahh i've gotten FASTERRrr for whatever that's worth so complementary blyla because guess what i miss them too (nobody was surprised by that)

[slymanner]

Look all I'm saying is if that a shadow game can work THAT well and be so well designed story wise and gameplay wise

HE can work

[circus-k]

i have one (1) joke. what is count fagula doing here.

[mushroominaforest]

I am fighting with this humanized Arti wip lmao

I wanted draw her wearing her combat gear, but its kinda tricky lol.

So, basically she's got this bandanna which she uses if when she starts blowing things up (for the smoke and dust). because she sometimes yeets herself around using explosives (don't try this at home) she's got an impact vest (it protects your ribs from breaking if you land hard) as well as knee pads and elbow pads. her wrists and hands are wrapped for hand to hand fighting and to protect her palms from falls, and she's got some heavy combat boots for stomping lol. i gave her some little bags for grenades or whatever she carries around. Like every single humanization i've ever made for Arti, she has emo hair.

Anyways, I really wanted to draw a character decked out in an epic I'm-about-to-beat-you-up fit, so even if it isnt really like canon Arti that much, she looks cool and that's all that matters lmfao.

Like with the Saint design (which was a lot more finished lol) PLZ GIVE ME FEEDBACK I don't know what I'm doing

[zingaplanet]

My geeky superpower is that I once wrote a paper for my uni analysing why American superhero movies subconsciously projected a public opinion propaganda during the war on terror and actually got an A+ for talking about Batman and Iron Man's unhinged slightly gay obsession with Superman and Captain America

[dyushas]

Detective Fierce and Sergeant Diva. We're here on official bitchness

[stairset]

Got back from seeing Transformers One and can testify it's exactly as good as people said it is. Which is to say very good.

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

I didn't know Batman Begins was filmed in Chicago

[storfulsten]

eaouuugh

[shire-ivy]

Can anyone recommend me Merthur fics, like post season 5 rise again stuff, or alternate universe ?

I'm into hurt/comfort, not just hurt please, I've had enough of those ;-;

[sky-is-the-limit]

I did not just stumble a rare Gaz edit on tiktok and most of the fucking comments were requesting an edit about someone else. One even commented that they want his 'dad'. Can't this man have anything?!

Gaz nation, we'll never win.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Dude I don’t know where you’re getting this information that 13-14 guys can’t be tall at all. Literally every guy in my freshman high school grade (13-15 year olds) were all 5’6-6’0 at the beginning of the school year and they were all actively growing taller as the year went by. Letting people think Nico is average height or tall is not hurting nobody and you are still entitled to your opinion that Nico can be short. I believe all of Nico’s of various heights can coexist peacefully.

I did say "average" height and was only referring to the fact that Nico's canon height is never explicitly stated. Anyways allow me to rephrase:

my grievances only lie with the wiki for being baselessly wrong. tall nico headcanoners i have no beef with you understand i am simply being silly goofy on my blog mwah mwah

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

I've always been interested in the idea of musicals but I've never listened to them much :( so because I was hearing about this musical so much I was wondering

You can ignore it if you haven't seen the musical :))

[kariachi]

Who wants some Centaur AU featuring Kevin having bad feet and Servantis's first phase in getting the boy under his thumb?

Warning: Servantis.

~~

His hooves had never been in great shape. They couldn’t have been. His dad had hardly been willing to put in the effort to keep his own well-balanced, nonetheless take the parasite that lived in his house in to see a farrier any more often than he had to. Overgrowth had been the norm, abscesses and detached horn common, and he’d long learned to tough his way through things that would have left a lesser Taur lame.

But- if just because the school kept on his dad about it- they’d never gotten nearly so bad as they were. He could at least be sure that he’d get taken in for a trim once a year, have some of his problems looked at and rebalancing done, even if he was never brought back to make sure the fixes were working.

Kevin’s hooves hadn’t seen a trimmer since he was nine.

Stood in a small room off a medbay, fidgeting under the unfamiliar weight of his new uniform’s blanket, he grit his teeth as the Proctor manipulated each sore toe. There was the idle thought that other farriers hadn't taken so long figuring out where to start with his feet. They would immediately get him on the couch, trim the extra length, and then go from there. But there was no couch to be found, and his feet were pretty bad…

“The things they’ve done to you,” the Proctor said, as if on cue. Tutting as he twisted his left hind foot, a particularly painful one, in his hand. “It’s like they were trying to ruin you before you could reach your true potential.” Kevin took a deep breath and held it. The concept of people out to get him sat bitter and acidic in his gut (it would explain why no one ever did anything-) but worse was the immediate memory of Kwarrel that popped up at the word ‘potential’. The first adult to say he had it without an insult laced in the word, dead and gone all too recently because he was a coward-

Bleating loudly, he yanked his foot from the thumb pressed hard against the sore between his toes. On instinct alone he danced to the side, ignoring his pain and unsteady movements in the heartbeat before Servantis grabbed his ankle and yanked him back into place. Almost, almost, he kicked him. It wouldn’t have been difficult, he was certain he was stronger than the other Taur for all his age and size, but- But he had food, and shelter, and it wasn’t as if the way he bent his leg was as painful as his feet.

The Proctor thought he had potential.

“Careful, Kevin,” he said with a sharp smile the calf could hear for all he kept his eyes on the ‘Common Hoof Maladies’ poster on the far wall, “we wouldn’t want to hurt anybody we don’t mean to.”

“Yeah, sorry.” With a quiet laugh Servantis dropped his ankle, patted his flank. Behind him came the clatter of tools being sorted. Tentatively, Kevin lowered his foot to the floor, take some weight off the other three-

“Keep it there.” The order rankled, and his hooves hit the floor with a force that sent their deep, sharp pain straight up his leg. Shutting his eyes against the tears that sprung to them, Kevin didn’t fight the Proctor yanking his foot up again, twisted for a worse pain in his knee than before.

Still not so bad as his feet. And he’d felt plenty worse than them since he'd ended up on the streets.

“If this is going to be a proper partnership,” the horse-Taur said in that same calm, authoritative tone that seemed to be all he had, “you’re going to have to listen when I speak.” Kevin didn’t answer, but held his foot in place as the hand fell away and was replaced with the familiar pressure of clippers in his excess horn.

“Now,” Servantis continued on, as if he hadn’t expected an answer in the first place, “why don’t you tell me who destroyed your feet like this? Certainly the Null Void hasn’t been kind to them…”

[solis-angelus]

*somewhere around fifth year, after harry performs an impressive bit of magic*

Minerva, impressed: Wow, you've got potential!!

Ron, joking: well, I can't see it :p (hesjdk, lol)

Harry, depressed and dead by physics: must be at infinity then...

Minerva: ..? (not getting it)

Hermione:

Harry:

Hermione: i-

Harry: *shrugs*

Ron: guys! stop the telepathy! (wants to be let in on the joke)

Hermione: harry, no!

Harry: *turns and walks away*

Ron: *intense stare at hermione* (LET. ME. IN.)

Hermione, defeated and in a small voice: Potential is zero at infinity.

[servuscallidus]

Haven't read fanfictions in months, successfully working towards breaking an habit I've had for almost ten years, writing my thesis, redecorating my room, working on a paper to be published. Repression works