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[jazzplusplus]

1980 - Oliver Jackson Trio with guest star Hal Singer - Gruter - Anvers/Antwerpen (Belgique/Belgium)

Hal Singer (ts), Cliff Smalls (p), Leonard Gaskin (b), Oliver Jackson (dr)

[beetleandfox]

I love how unsanitized The Terror feels. Like there’s grime everywhere. You can tell those men smell bad. When they do surgery you can hear the bone being cut, when they get sick they look genuinely ill. The main character’s actor even has pockmarks, he LOOKS like he could be from the 1800s! And idk, I think it’s cool that we’re so aware of the characters’ carnal desires. They’re hungry, thirsty, freezing, etc, and it is so obvious that they have a body with needs!!

I think this also accounts for how horny the show feels, even though everyone is bundled up 90% of the time and there are no real romantic subplots. Besides the fact that it’s a very carnal show, it just has the intimacy and grime of true horniness. Is this thing on

[craftgamerzz]

Spoiler : He already had lunch.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[spikyseasponge]

Elk, California

[maridiayachtclub]

dark souls 2 is a game where you can climb down a big, seemingly bottomless pit in the middle of town, down past several layers of secret tombs, into a vast and pitch black hollow with no bottom and bridged by a rickety wooden deathtrap of a shanty town, to the entrance of a deep crevasse, where the surrounding stone thunders with a muffled and almost living heartbeat and the crumbling walkways seethe with the poisonous blood of the earth, and then carefully pick your way over one very particular edge and fall to a small ledge jutting out into the yawning black, there to find a shadowy tunnel that leads into a quiet, secluded passage, all but entirely dark; and in that unfathomably remote place, silently leaning against the wall, is your friend, Lucatiel of Mirrah, barely lifting her head to acknowledge you- but if you stop to talk, she will speak to you of her deepest fears, and the nature of the soul

[aingeal98]

WFA continues to be absolutely hilarious to me because it really seems that with every Bruce and Batboy emotional moment they're just... Kind of phoning it in like they take the quick and easy conflict resolution a 1k fanfic trying to do hurt/comfort that addresses all the batfams trauma would. Jason's had a whole arc this season and none of it has clicked with me because it feels entirely like a fanfic version of him.

And then with Babs and Cass there's such a shift like you can feel the love the writers have for the characters every time they so much as reference them it's so good and so fucking funny. Here's Bruce and the boys talking about their feelings and comforting each other when they feel sad ANYWAY did you know that Babs as Oracle is her best self, fully autonomous and a peer to Bruce even if he's often blinded to that fact and mistakenly treats her like one of his young proteges? Did you know that if Bruce is going to fight his family his main concern would be how to beat Cass? Did you know that's because of the unique way she can read people which also leads to her feeling Different from everyone else? Shit we're losing them hey look Alfred and Bruce are having a conversation! Anyway back to Barbara and her father because we have a lot to cover here-

[pyrolizard413]

A little piece of the small-town Wild Life AU I've been brewing✨ The town of "historic" Willdale Cliffs, a backwater logging and mining town— that nearly every resident has abandoned. Even tourists don't stop for a break, advised by locals in the surrounding cities to never leave their car, not even for gas. Strangely, the remaining residents of Willdale seem friendly! They're good-natured and cheerful, if a little eccentric— and there's talk of an amusement park being built within town limits to try and revitalize the place. It can't be that bad! All that nonsense about "curses" and "hauntings" is just superstitious bullshit. Probably.

[hamletthedane]

matzah ball save me…save me matzah ball soup…

[kaye-go-moo]

Shapes and Strange Ciphers AU: Need a hand? Pt. 1

SaSC by me

Shapes and Pines by @/void-dude

Next Part

Bill and Ford

While exploring one of Gravity Falls’ caves, Bill stumbled upon a wall covered in ancient text. Bill recorded his findings and translated the writing to reveal an incantation to summon an oval-shaped entity. Bill hesitated to try the summoning but felt he couldn't miss the opportunity to push past his plateau and continue his research. So he read the incantation aloud.

Later that day, Bill experienced an extraordinary dream. While floating through an infinite cosmos filled with books and scrolls, Bill was greeted by the creature pictured on the cave walls. A yellow, oval-shaped being with one eye and glasses at its center–part of its form appeared chipped away. The entity, underwhelmingly named Stanford, told Bill that he was there to help expand his research by acting as a ‘mentor’.

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Bill, though wary in the beginning, grew to trust his new friend. Ford shared his knowledge of Bill's world and the oddities that resided in it–though never enough to satisfy the man. He would always leave Bill with a tease of new information, promising to teach him more later on. Like a fishing lure, Ford would use his extensive knowledge to reel Bill in and keep him close.

Ford also fed into Bill's narcissism, telling him that he was special and different from those who had summoned Ford in the past. This gave Bill the love and attention he so desperately craved, inflating his ego just enough to keep him happy and obedient. Before long, Bill was completely wrapped around Ford's finger, hanging on his mentor's every word, utterly infatuated. Ford believed Bill was ready for the next phase of his plan, but he had to be sure.

To test Bill’s commitment, Ford asked Bill to remove his lazy eye, reasoning that it was only holding him back and that doing so would prove Bill was serious about expanding his knowledge. Bill's lazy eye–something he was teased for while growing up, but also something that he and Tad had bonded over–was an innate part of his identity. But Bill didn't hesitate.

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A few months later, Ford revealed that it was nearly time for him to leave, explaining to Bill that he didn't have anything else to teach him, and soon there would be no point in staying. Bill was caught off guard and desperate to keep his Mentor close. He frantically searched for an excuse to have Ford stay, telling him that he still has so much more to learn, not just about his world, but about Ford’s too. Bill’s desperation grew, overtaking his mind in hopeless pleas. Don’t leave me. Please. Please don’t leave me alone. Not again.

Seeing Bill's anguish over his leaving, Ford relented before offering a solution. He explained that it wouldn’t matter if he talked about the makings of his world because Bill couldn’t experience it for himself–unless he could. Ford admitted to knowing a way for Bill to explore not just Ford’s world, but countless others, hinting that he could also continue as Bill’s mentor–if Bill was fully prepared to expand his research. Bill jumped at the opportunity, swearing that he was ready. Ford revealed his plan: Bill needed to create a portal that would open a gateway to other worlds, allowing him to explore beyond the limits of his dimension.

Bill was eager to create the portal, especially since he could work on calculations with Ford. However, they still needed to gather materials and build the machine. After realizing that it would take far too long to do on his own, Bill called his old college friends–some lent him supplies, while others traveled to Gravity Falls to help him build. But Ford was not happy. He chose Bill to do the work, not his bumbling group of ‘friends’ with their useless degrees. What infuriated him the most wasn’t that Bill had gone over his head, but that he was right–things were progressing much faster with their help. But this didn’t matter to Ford. He already knew the sting of trusting the wrong person, so he wanted them gone.

Ford couldn’t outright tell Bill to kick his friend out, so he restored to planting subtle doubts in Bill's mind, suggesting that his friends might sabotage their work. Bill, initially confused, tried to reassure Ford that there was nothing to worry about. However, Ford persisted, slowly dripping poison into Bill’s mind. Slowly, Bill began to believe him. He started double-checking his friends’ work, scrutinizing the materials they brought, and analyzing their actions. Ford's words gnawed at Bill until he was on the brink of sending away his friends. It was only after Ford confided in Bill, sharing how trusting the wrong person had cost him everything, that Bill was fully convinced.

One by one, Bill began dismissing his friends with various excuses, though it was clear that he simply didn't want them around anymore. Over time, they watched Bill twist into someone they barely recognized–cold and distant, treating them less like friends and more like subordinates. Some tried convincing Bill to let them stay, but he wouldn't budge. He told them they were no longer needed and that he couldn’t risk their shoddy work jeopardizing his project. In the end, Bill all but called them stupid before severing ties and destroying his friendships.  

However, one friend, Jheselbraum, stayed behind. She sensed something was off and wanted to keep an eye on Bill, making sure he was safe. Jheselbraum would stop by Bill's home to check on him and hang out, and while he enjoyed her visits, Ford would always convince him to send her away. Eventually, Bill banned her from coming over, insisting he needed to focus on finishing his project and couldn’t afford any distractions. But Jheselbraum persisted, calling daily to check on Bill until she finally convinced him to let her at least drop off food.

Every time she visited, Bill was either locked away in the basement or gone from the house entirely. On the rare occasions she saw him, Jheselbraum noticed how worn down he looked–becoming more decrepit with each passing day. She tried talking to him, but he either ignored her or brushed her off, insisting he was fine and too busy with his project to worry about his appearance. The more she tried reaching out to help him, the further away he felt, like an ever-widening chasm. She could scream and still, he wouldn’t hear her, her voice swallowed by the void between them. Even when standing in the same room, Jheselbraum couldn’t help but feel they were miles apart, and it frustrated her.

It wasn’t long before Jheselbraum reached her breaking point. One day, she noticed a trail of blood leading to the basement and found Bill crumpled on the floor. She managed to get him out of the basement and into her car, wanting to take him to the hospital. But during the drive, Bill woke up and demanded she take him back home. He insisted he was fine and that a hospital visit would only waste more of his time. Jheselbraum tried reasoning with him but Bill rolled his eyes and muttered, “I knew you’d get in the way.”

Jheselbraum went silent, and her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She turned the car around, helped Bill back into his house, and placed him in a chair. She patched up his wound in continued silence. When she finished, she stood up, looked Bill in the eye, and told him that she was done. She wouldn’t be dropping off food or visiting anymore. She was through with him. However, Jheselbraum couldn’t bring herself to leave Gravity Falls completely. She was angry, but a feeling in her gut wouldn’t allow her to leave. Something was wrong. Though she couldn’t pinpoint what, she knew she had to stay–lingering around places she thought Bill might go, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Her actions more akin to monitoring a suspicious than simply looking out for old friend.

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Now that Bill was alone, Ford concentrated his manipulation into pushing Bill further into isolation. He used Jheselbraum's leaving as proof that Bill couldn’t trust anyone–except for Ford. Yet, Bill began second guessing himself, more importantly, Bill geban second guessing Ford.

Bill tried his best to remain focused on building the portal, but doubt gnawed at the edges of his mind, festering until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. What exactly was Ford planning to do with the portal? Bill hated the thought–hated that he was question his mentor–but he couldn’t help it.

As soon as this doubt bubbled to the surface of Bills mind, Ford new instantly. Ford attempted to reassure bill, emphasizing that the portal was more beneficial for him than it was for Ford, stressing that his only concern was Bills success. However, this reassurance didn’t fully take hold, and Ford knew it.

Bill continued to build the portal, doubt still lingering in his mind. He didn't want to believe that his mentor had ulterior motives. Desperately, he clung to their friendship like a life raft in a vast, empty sea–though one of his own making. He wanted to believe Ford, to trust that their partnership was genuine. But as time passed, his doubts only deepened, and he bagan to long for his old friends.

Before Bill could act on his feelings, Ford intervened with further manipulation, choosing to have a ‘heart-to-heart’. He reminded Bill of their previous conversation about how trusting the wrong person had cost Ford everything. This time, he revealed that it was his brother who he had misplaced his trust in, leading to the loss of his family and his dimension–everything. Ford claimed that his journey for knowledge was meant to help others, serving as a way to overcome his past.

Ford also admitted that he had lied to Bill in the past, but not out of malice. He confessed that he was ashamed of his limited understanding of Bill’s dimension. Having always prided himself on his vast wealth of knowledge, Ford felt inadequate and uncertain about to teaching Bill. He explained that he feared Bill would take advantage of his naivety–just like his brother had. However, over the course of their partnership, Ford had come to genuinely trust Bill and was happy to call him a true friend.

Moved by Ford’s supposed vulnerability, Bill apologized to for doubting him, realizing that he had been wrong. Ford’s manipulation had work. Sensing the shift in Bills mind, Ford seized the moment to reveal a new ability: the power to control someone's body through their mind. He asked if he could try it on Bill. More trusting of his mentor than ever before, Bill admently agreed.

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Weeks passed, Bill and Ford settled into a routine. When Bill was awake, he worked on the portal. But when he was asleep, Ford took control of his body and did the work to keep Bill alive–ensuring he ate, drank, and rested. Of course, Ford would also work on little side projects. Using the schematics of a former interdimensional follower, he created a tool that could erase memories, hiding it from Bill. Ford knew it was only a matter of time before one of Bill's pests would try to interfere, and he wanted to be prepared. It didn’t take long before he was proven right.

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Lore Comment

[capt-zjaybird]

Hesh n Elias father son relationship coded

[landwriter]

me, wondering why my legs are still sore two days after a three hour hike

my camera roll:

me: mmmm guess we’ll never know

[garageinc]

Hi, welcome to my blog!!

Aight, i'll say few words about me.

Yall can call me Garage, i'm obsessed with Metallica rn, my favorite albums are Garage Inc.🤯, and St. Anger. I'll post some of my sketches with 'tallica here, so, yup it's an art blog. I guess. I think, i won't post very often but idk.

I'll interact (by reblogs) from @garageinc-reblogs.

Also here is my other side blog @lowironkill

TW: VERY CRINGE SKETCHES, VERY CRINGE BLOGGER, VERY CRINGE EVERYTHING so like idk, enjoy?

Here's small anime Jason i drew few weeks ago:

And no, 'anime' isn't my artstyle, this was just a joke, but i like it.

Reference photo:

I just realize that i should add my tags, so here they are:

Drawings - #garage drawings

Doodles - #garage doodles

Doodles but drawn in school - #garage school doodles

Just me talkin' abt something - #garage rambling

All shitty art i post - #my art

Okay i decided to put more shit about me, so here we are:

Minor, introvert, so scared to interact with ppl but i really want to 😭😭, i hate arguing, i like doin' diy stuff, i play drums [i suck], im also obsessed with tf2 but i won't post abt this, i'm Polish, okay ngl i'm not that bad at english but i suck at grammar, i'm interested in criminal cases,metalhed, i LOVE calling ppl that i fw 'losers'.

DNI IF YOU ARE:

Rasist

Homophobic

Transphobic

Nazi

Pedo

and above all SEXIST [i fucking hate 'em]

Idk what else should i add, i'll update sometimes.

credits to those stamp's creator

[ukatoyaki]

Character portraits for Spiderweb. Some of these require revisions due to being traced over actual sprites.

[marjitea]

[xxstrangermusicatxx]

Payneland shippers, we lost-