#choosing a mechanic

[techdriveplay]

What Should You Know Before Taking Your Car to a Mechanic?

Taking your car to a mechanic can be a daunting experience, especially if you’re unsure about what needs to be done or how much it should cost. Whether it’s for a routine check-up or a more complex repair, knowing what to expect can help you make informed decisions and avoid unnecessary expenses. In this article, we’ll explore what you should know before taking your car to a mechanic, covering…

[lord-save-me]

People with no childhood trauma is so confusing like what do you mean you cried to your mum and she helped you?

[y0urnewhyperfixation]

love is when you try to make it out alive <3

[lemonwrap]

[kokomini9]

doodles of themmmmm // geppie cute either way and then cute domestic au 🤭💕

[yugiohz]

i think chainsaw man should’ve been published in a different magazine, I don’t think most shonen jump readers can handle csm

[leal-hound]

gentler hands

[in-the-multiverse]

If there’s a new life series for April fools it’ll probably be a goofy, one-off episode. Would we consider it canon? If there’s a winner do they get a crayon scribbled drawing taped next to the glass stained windows of previous winners? If we still follow the theme of winners choosing the next mechanic is this Scar going ‘yknow what let’s have some fun instead’

More laughs than stabs in the back?

[tibli]

i love botw/totk link bc like. hes a Horse Girl. hes a Surfer Dude. he's a Mechanical Engineer. he's a Menace. he is everything to me

[fraternum-momentum]

The way you draw Kylar is so soft [to be fair all of your art is very soft from a physical aspect but I mean more emotionally in this case] and it reminds me of the way paintings of lovers are described in books or the way a rose petal feels idk

I very much like it and I just wanted to say that

it was 100 percent influenced by the music i was listening to at that time but thats such a pretty way of putting it, thank you,,

[juaneloriginal]

This is the story of a woman named Mariella

TW: BLOOD AND MISSING ARMS

aaaand a couple doodls

ignorance is bliss

@blackkatdraws

[spilledkaleidoscope]

the skill talk got me thimking

Control: +3 Gearhead: +3 Processor: +2 Survivor: +2 Corpus: +1 A Weak Muscle: +1 Vice: -1 (Kim skills from my fic lol)

[jq37]

neme(sis)

Summary: The Rat Grinders actually fight the Bad Kids on the Hangman instead of just sending dragons and Adaine has to do some quick thinking.

"Adaine Abernant."

Adaine winced, clutching her head as Raulothim's Psychic Lance pierced her mind. It figured Oisin knew the spell. Raulothim was a dragon after all. She wondered if he learned it in class like her or if he'd come to school already familiar with the spell because of his dragon ancestor who was currently trying to swallow Gorgug, axe and all. She didn't wonder for too long though. There wasn't time.

"See what you can do with access to proper spell components?" Oisin called from the other side of the room, his tone mocking.

"That spell doesn't even have material components!" Adaine called back in spite of herself. Insulting her was one thing but getting basic spellcraft wrong while doing it? Unacceptable. She ignored his expression, smug from getting a rise out of her no doubt, and surveyed the battlefield. The Rat Grinders had caught them on their back foot. Things were going OK but they were playing defense. And no one was where they needed to be. Spellcasters too close to melee, fighters out of range. Only Gorgug was arguably in the right place but he was far too close to being dragon food for her liking. Fabian needed to be closer to the action, Riz needed cover, and she…

Adaine suppressed a smile, idea forming in her mind. She needed to be in punching distance.

"Scatter," she said, raising a hand. Five creatures: Gorgug, Riz, Fabian, Kristen…and Oisin.

Her party members didn't fight the spell, well used to the feeling of her magic working on them mid-battle and knowing that it never meant harm. As she moved them to more advantageous positions, she was hit with a flash of the future: Oisin resisting the spell. She reached out and nudged fate just a bit. Nearby, Ivy walked dangerously close to a breath weapon attack. Oisin startled, moved to grab her, and--pop. Suddenly, he was standing right next to Adaine who was already rearing her fist.

"Counterspell!" Oisin called, runes on his forearms glowing. The expression on his face was even more smug as the blue energy charging on her fist fizzled.

"Predictable," he said.

"Gullible," Adaine thought, halting her fist without following through on the punch and stomping her foot on the ground to activate the teleportation circle they were both now standing on. Because of course the boy with the empty house and unlimited funds would have a teleportation circle installed so he could have his friends over as often as possible. Teleportation via spell needed a willing creature but a Circle? That just needed proximity.

As the spell went off, she concentrated. The benefit of a teleportation circle was that it couldn't go wrong like a normal Teleport spell could. It wasn't supposed to anyway. But any magic could be tweaked if you pushed hard enough. She remembered winding up in the wrong room in the twisted version of Mordred inside Riz's briefcase and concentrated on that feeling. She was sure she was going to have a headache in the morning but that was more than a fair price. She wrenched control of the spell, just enough to force the circle to spit them out a little bit outside of the paired circle in Mordred. There was a flash of light and--forget having a headache tomorrow. Her head felt like it had been bashed in with a pickaxe the moment they landed on the floor of her bedroom. She didn't think she'd be able to get back up for a minute or two--she didn't even try. Oisin didn't seem to have that problem though. He got up and stood over her.

He smirked. "I thought the elven oracle was supposed to be more of a challenge. I knew we'd come out on top but I didn't think it'd be so easy." He raised his hands, readying a spell, but the sparks at his clawtips died as quickly as they were produced. He tried the spell again to the same result, too focused to notice the sudden subtle sheen to the patterns painted on her bedroom walls.

A Sending spell pinged in her mind. "Ten seconds, dear sister."

A smile played on Adaine's lips.

"What?" Oisin demanded.

"Just that you all have been so obsessed with being our nemeses this whole time. But that was never gonna happen with you and me. That position is already filled."

There was another flash of light and before it even cleared, Adaine felt the tingle of magic settling over her like a second skin. Her sister's abjurer's ward extending to cover her reflexively. Just beyond the ward, she could feel the temperature in the room start to drop--a side effect of the Cone of Cold that was about to erupt from Aelwyn's outstretched hands.

"You're familiar with my bitch of a sister, right?"

[soapsod]

i need the batfam to just. hug out all their problems. no more guilt!! (also i'm feeling self-indulgent and could use a platonic hug. or 7.)

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

What can I say? They're my favorite.

[rui-drawsbox]

I like to remember my first stardew save whenever I can, so I kinda remade my farmer for my first playthrough of Coral Island kajdhjsk