#check out the pigs

[aroaceleovaldez]

updated list of my riordanverse scrys on flight rising. the number just keeps growing. scried like the entire TA just for funsies.

(Guide: Percy, Percy 2, Annabeth, Reyna, Leo, Jason, Thalia, Nico, Hazel, Luke, Kelli, Ethan, Silena, Chris, Alabaster, Lou Ellen, Alex Fierro, CHB, Camp Jupiter)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Gonna have to start coming to the gym at 5am, because the broccoli boys are pissing me off. My body has switched to old man mode so I'm always up watching the fucking sunrise anyway, might as well throw some heavy metal circles around

[artfartt]

I’m working on a really sad comic but I’ll spare you today

The chainsaw idea is a mix of ideas from @boypussydilf and black6516 on discord

[pigswithwings]

basically if you follow me there is a chance that one day i just decide to become mutuals with you. passed the vibe test ok

[the-woman-upstairs]

There’s a film currently in theaters that’s a tender and beautiful love story about living in the city, enjoying good food, sharing small acts of kindness, reveling in the wonder of artistic expression, and finding someone to be with (someone who could’ve been the love of your life) when you’re dying and it’s the end of the world. That film? A Quiet Place: Day One.

[littleprincerianne]

do u think u could do a piglet from whinnie the pooh moodboard? or Olivia the pig?:3

i've already done a piglet-themed post so i decided on doing olivia instead since that's something i've never done nor got asked for yet :D

[toffeelemon]

._.

[fountainpenguin]

"I'm not the kind of girl to get messed up with you- Hello! ... You're all right, but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 31 - “Flame (Etho, Skizz, Pearl)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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Scar files a microaggression complaint with the HALO team. Pearl helps Scott settle in while he recovers from glitchy code. They have a spat that's not about a sticker.

Meanwhile, SnifferMyFeet and Etho separate their souls… and start an honest talk about Sniff's identity as Sniff, not Joel. It was needed. It's for the best.

(First 900 words under the cut)

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Etho - Fox

Status: Resting

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙  💙  💙

He gets it now.

It's like ice in your water. It's like marshmallows in your cocoa. It's like wind beneath your wings. The final week before he's due back in Between (reluctantly, but definitely due), Etho flops on his bed and sprawls his arms to either side. Is he giddy? He doesn't mean to be, but this feels…

… Oh, it's a game-changer. Which is exactly what he texts Cleo after scooping up his admin panel. They won't see it if they've left their private server, and since Session 2 of Dog's Life could be starting any day now, there's no telling how long that may take.

Etho: hey so Etho: remember after limlife 4 or 5 when we talked about burnout?

Grocery shopping. For a family dinner- he and Cleo both made one (like a peace offering) in a way that wasn't really flirty married life roleplay, but more like… regular, everyday person roleplay. Did all their shopping together so they wouldn't cook the same thing. Call it 'date night' if you want; he walked her home and there might've been a little 'dramatic logout' roleplay in there. We don't… We don't need to go into detail about it.

To some people that's romantic and to some it's completely gross. Not really sure why… It's a natural process, isn't it? Soul-eaters can't help being what they are, and you may as well snap at endermen hybrids for struggling with eye contact or shame unthreaded players if they expose their glitches instead of keeping them covered up. This world's too big and life too long for arguing. Do you really want to make enemies and be rude to people who are going to carry the echo of your words for the rest of their lives?

Lend a helping hand. Extend a little kindness. Be polite. Respond to the hurt. Try not to avoid responsibility when others are counting on your strength. Sit with the injured, even when the night is cold. They're simple goals, but so easily forgotten these days.

Etho: I think you said if I felt stuck then I should break my routine for a while

Nothing happens for several minutes. Etho rotates words without meaning through his head, then types out something else.

Etho: you were right. I get now why you go on adventures with Martyn. Why you let him and no one else log you out all the time. Thanks for the advice. Let me know next time you need a favor. Rating this cycle 10 of 10 and I owe you big xD

He takes a long, guilt-free nap in his cushioned bed. Catching up on block updates and videos really drains a guy (especially this close to the end of the Hermitcraft season, not to mention Vault Hunters and a Life series on top of it), but he spent all morning prepping the bed and it's already providing every agonizing tick of its worth. Two hours later, he's stirred awake by a buzz on the admin panel.

ZombieCleo: yay! So glad that worked for you <3 I want to hear all about it. Maybe in a couple weekends you can watch MCC with me and the kids + Martyn? If we catch a minute alone, I can recommend more stuff you might be into ;)

The kids refers to Bdubs and Scar, who skated through Limited Life like energetic teenagers spreading their wings. It's goofy, it's endearing, and Cleo's got her roleplay voice on because she knows it makes him snort. His tail gives a twitch as he tries to keep a smirk from creeping out behind his mask.

Martyn, huh? he muses, but doesn't say that. Cleo circles between lovers, friends, and exes like a pollinating bee.

Etho: whoaaaa Etho: inviting a fox? that's dangerous! ZombieCleo: nose out of your tail, fur boy Etho: dibs on Martyn, I see ZombieCleo: If you're serious about returning the favor, Martyn says Rhetoric's down here and this might be our best chance at smash and grabbing from your mum's museum Etho: Hm… ZombieCleo: I mean, you did leave my eggshell when you rescued Grian and that other soul

Yeah- it looked distressed. Now Sniff's down here. He can actually talk now when he couldn't before. Honestly, not the worst decision he could've made.

If anyone's going to try getting into the Fox Dragon's museum, a fox has the best chance of doing so. It's kept separate from the nesting cave where souls respawn, but even the deadliest traps won't keep foxes out since they'll just respawn. Unless they're traps that can't be dodged even with careful planning, or some sort of system that short-circuits code. The phantom roost is nearby, right? Frankly, phantoms are excellent trackers, they can fly, and they're probably the fastest of all non-swimming hybrids, so a phantom alone provides great security as-is.

Etho: I'll think about it. Not tonight, though. Full moon fox face isn't for me. Also if there are raiders there then that's probably the worst time to show up ZombieCleo: Fair ZombieCleo: I can think of something else, but if you ever get the chance, I want it back Etho: duly noted ✌️ ZombieCleo: btw say hi to Scar and Bdubs when you see them. They've been cracking nonstop jokes since you disappeared. One can only imagine they're attempting humor to bury immense throes of pain Etho: D:

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[magistralucis]

Had my worst confrontation with The Pigs so far, especially awful because I didn’t even intend to stumble upon this. I didn’t choose any hostile options, I was alone (I think having Kim around makes this encounter worse and longer), and I passed the check for the gun just fine... but because I hadn’t talked to the Hardie Boys yet, literally hadn’t approached them at all, my detective had no idea what to do with her afterwards. All his mangled brain could come up with was this:

Sure, Lieutenant ‘I-will-instantly-pull-a-gun-at-a-mentally-ill-old-woman’ Kitsuragi totally would. 🙄 But in his absence, I’m shattered that HDB can’t act on any other option, despite being able to conceptualize one. Logic says it right there: the locals will take care of her. It’s the right answer. In terms of video game logic, this is exactly the sort of thing that'd be a positive modifier for the Hardie Boys talk. Even if you never approached them before, it feels like it’d forward your case if you ask their help, since you have the interests of the vulnerable members of their community in mind. Even if the Hardie Boys aren’t an option, Lilienne is a short distance away, isn’t she? Couldn’t HDB ask the Washerwoman, any other local in Martinaise? If he gives anyone a heads-up, he will have delivered a minimal duty of care.

But no. None of that happens, because this scene isn’t a brownie points exercise, and HDB isn’t a reasonable authority figure. He’s deeply unwell, like The Pigs. He’s been abandoned, like The Pigs. He’s in horrible pain, clinging to the vestiges of a cop identity like her, in the desperate hopes of something real and present to hold onto. This is a man who can barely face his own reflection. Seeing The Pigs, a near doppelganger of what he is and may become, is clearly too much for him to handle. HDB can react with compassion, or he can react with threats and violence, and both threads persist through the very end of the encounter with her.

Mutually exclusive options, but both present, and both possible. They are equally valid indicators of the person HDB is, and since he’s capable of the threat at all, it’s not looking good. And this is his double he’s saying this to. We know HDB hates himself to the point of self-destruction, and didn’t/doesn’t think he can improve (’I don’t want to get better, I want to get worse’): the fact that he can think up the pieces that might help her, yet his posterior neocortex shuts him down before he can put them together, implies to me that HDB is actively refusing to believe he can help The Pigs. He’s afraid to believe. He’s beyond help, after all. Everyone told him so.

He thinks it’s true, too, so the same must go for her, yes?

It’s. It’s just. How fucking broken is HDB that he knows what must be done, but simply cannot connect himself to the idea that he ought to do it. How are we meant to bear that his immediate thought upon seeing this poor woman - this horrific, devastated mirror of himself - is that Kim will know what to do, but he does not, because he convinced himself he’s utterly helpless. ‘Cause obviously, Kim’s stabilizing him, right? Surely Kim can do the same for The Pigs, and since RAC sure as fuck doesn’t know what to do about himself, he might as well just give up if Kim’s not around. So without Kim and without the Hardie Boys, HDB will simply walk away, and never bring up this incident again. It fucking breaks my heart it can’t end any other way. There are no adjectives for this level of self-loathing.

And you know, I bet he’d have reacted similarly had he been with any other RCM officer - Jean, others in Precinct 41, whatever - because he fundamentally doesn’t exist in a system that has compassion for people like this. Note that it is Esprit de Corps, your cop sense, which pipes up first to assert that you can’t help her. ‘’’Protect’’’ and serve my fucking arse

And no, Kim doesn’t know what to do in this situation either, according to FAYDE. Unlike HDB he doesn’t even come up with the right answer, only nightmare fuel, as regular cops with regular thoughts do

oh god. oh god, kim

[solargeist]

i like to give grian fanart bloodborne quotes, and i wonder if anyone notices them

[everysongineverykey]

begging people to realize that the back warehouse of a grocery store is not a second, secret grocery store that has everything you need plus some extra secret items the first grocery store does not have

[front-facing-pokemon]

[risingsunresistance]

[ducktracy]

somehow never ended up posting this during last month's radio binge--i isolated and sped up the Porky segment out of this entire broadcast (which you should listen to just for the sheer novelty of Warner and Disney characters in the same radio broadcast alone!).

it's worth comparing to this broadcast from 1938, in which you can tell Mel has stepped into his own a little and is moreso "the guy who does the Porky Pig voice" (as noted by the reference to Sad Sack, another radio character he did that was just the Porky voice and actually got referenced back into one of the cartoons in a fascinating bit of convolution). really fun listen

[evergreen-dryad]

Put in the language and form of a fable, it makes this tale immensely readable and accessible. What seems like a comfy tale of the English countryside and a farm and its animals with cute names like 'Bluebell' and 'Clover' quickly devolves from slight inequality (when the pigs keep the milk and apples for themselves, reasoning 'oh, they are the brain workers of the farm') to betrayal and the horror of a totalitarian government, once again replicating what came before the animals rebelled against men.

It's good this tale was told simply and clearly so no fancy word could be used to twist round it, like Squealer did as the propaganda. It's also a small thin book of 100+ pages. Plot felt very quick, true economy of word usage here. Characters are super memorable, each one distinct, and when there isn't a distinct one it's a mass of them. It's essentially post-war non-fiction dressed as fairytale, with no jargon, and it's described almost objectively? So there's no question of bias.

heart broke for boxer. no other words

when the sheep bleated 'four legs good, two legs bad' (the simplification of the motto) I kept dreading that this would one day be used against the poultry as discrimination. Oh nooo. It twisted to 'two legs better', reversing back horrifically to when they were still under men

I thought, Good for Mollie for escaping early when she did, she knew what she wanted and it was to live in the luxury she was used to. Even if that's depicted as a coward.

Squealer is good at what he does, and in turn describes how the media works, chillingly. 'Now when Squealer described the scene so graphically, it seemed to the animals that they did remember it.' I myself had to reread again just to make sure what exactly had happened. The animals didn't have the luxury of a reread.

it hurt to see the pigs keep twisting things around from a loss to a victory, a death to a celebration, a sale to constant enemies' persecution, etc. And of course, the changing of the commandments, the ideals which they had all worked for, to suit only themselves as the exception. The Constant Distraction of Events

i also thought it was good orwell had both insisted on no royalties for translations for countries too poor, and himself paid for Russian editions [APPENDIX II - preface to Ukrainian edition]

[420technoblazeit]

ok im watchign jack manifold's vod for the walten files 4 wis hme luck guys <3