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Give these four a studio, microphones, and some energon snacks and I'm telling you they'd produce the best Podcast across the whole multiverse.
#transformers#maccadam#transformers earthspark#starscream#g1 starscream#tf prime#tf animated#tfa starscream#tfp starscream#tfes starscream#please the jokes man#like the egos would be suffocating but the tea would be hot#gods the sponsors too#they'd spend like entire segments just shit talking megatron#i need this#im crying at this
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there are waaaaay too many options for a tumblr poll, but I'm curious, which ffxiv zone is your absolute LEAST favorite? which zone fills you with blinding rage whenever you teleport there? which zone do you wish bahamut had blasted into non-existence?
and sure, why not, what's your favorite?
comments/replies/tags welcomed for responses!
#sadly this won't get as many responses as a poll due to lack of anonymity/effort#this post sponsored by my seething hatred of azys lla#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ffxivmp#mp#I always generally assumed that the tempest was most people's favorite zone#for obvious reasons#curious if I'm right about that#it's probably mine tied with thavnair#god I love thavnair and radz-at-han#mare lamentorum is up there too#ultima thule would be if it weren't for the music#elpis is in its own special category
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MARIONMORSE, DROP ANOTHER HELMETPARTY SCENARIO AND MY LIFE IS YOUUURSS 🙏🙏🙏🙏
do u think... Do you think sometimes when the team has a movie night, when they watch those 60's action war movies like "Von Ryan's Express" and "Battle of the Bulge" or spaghetti westerns like "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" and "Death Rides on a Horse," Soldier pauses during or right after fight scenes or duels or whatever to obsessively overanalyze them. Like, he'll try and turn them into strategies to use on the job, takes, uhm, 'notes', (tactical doodles,) sets up nerdy models using a whiteboard map and improvised figurines, uses these examples when he does those psyche-up pre-battle speeches or during strategy meetings.
'Cause I bet he does, I bet he does that, and it completely kills the momentum of the movie to the point where the rest of the team gets disinterested and slowly leaves him behind to do their own thing.
I genuinely bet Engie wouldn't though, nah, I bet he's enough of a patient kind of gentle kind of man willing to stick through these pauses 'cause he's just that into the movie. And maybe he's just a teeny bit into Soldier's dissections of actiony chaos. Maybe gleans a bit of an understanding of Soldier's thinking that way. Admires the guy's passion about his 'research,' how thoughtfully he gathers details in an effort to help the team. Starts mixing in tapes for these sorts of movies more regularly to their movie night pool maybe subconsciously, maybe on purpose. The rest of the team doing their own movie night. losers.
#soldier being autistic about 60's action movies#just like me fr fr#the original die hard would fucking KILL him oh my god can you imagine#engie sitting with sparkly eyes watching soldier go off about the duel in a fistful of dollars:#tf2 headcanons#tf2#engineer tf2#helmet party#engiesolly#eftanz u are a hero genuinely your art killed me then brought me back its crazy#praying to the time and space gods to let me airdrop reels of die hard indiana jones and robocop to the red base like a hunger games sponsor#guy gets shot in a movie:#soldier tf2 with his jaw wide open: holy shit... did you see that..?#when u asked this i though “oh god oh no this well is dry what am i gonna do”#but then this happened. ily#solly is over here developing advanced attack methods inspired by war epics#engie over here like: waow... he's so passionate... sighs...#maybe hes just happy somebody else loves cheesy spaghetti westerns#j....just like me.......fr.....#romcom trope where they reach for the popcorn bucket at the same time and touch hands#romcom trope where the characters in the movie fall in love and engie looks up at soldier like “wow....thats crazy haha...”#the onesided movie date. engie is too nervous to ask him on a real one so this will do.#for now.
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guys the funniest fucking thing happened on my dash
^screen rec for proof: these two posts immediately after each other, just from the mdzs tag 🥲
Posts: 3rd person omniscient via @/lancabbage ; 3rd person limited via @/mr-squiggley-poufs
#the drama 👀 🍿#it’s just too fucking funny the comedic impact of both these posts increases so exponentially by putting them together#featuring our beloved shitty sponsored game ads - you will always be hated xx#mdzs#the dash gods have blessed me#this stuff never happens to me lmao#mdzs meta#sinna roublogs#mxtx#mxtx mdzs
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Someone Worth Loving | Yandere!Imayoshi Shouichi
for anon who asked "in which a popular s/o was the crush of imayoshi in first year until there year, but s/o didn't want to be tie down so they just play around, and yan! imayoshi was a delusional to think that he's special. i think imayoshi will be very oc, so feel free to change something hehe. i love your writing style and works" this was fun to write, challenging but also a good chance to have a think about yandere!imayoshi further and outside my usual box for him. he's not particularly delusional here - i just can't see someone as socially aware and intelligent as ima being a delusional yandere. but i figured the combination of a) him not being a control freak and being pretty laidback; having that darker side, but also not wanting people to perceive him as evil unlike hanamiya + b) probable abandonment/grief issues after losing his mum + c) liking prim and proper girls = a more intriguing and unique yandere than i usually give him credit for. so thanks for the ask anon, and without further ado... content warning for slight explicit-ness. this is a yandere fic - it's not romance, and it's written accordingly.
It was love at first sight for Imayoshi.
On that fatal first day, you skipped through the doors of the Touou classroom that you would share with Imayoshi for the next three years, holding hands with a ‘friend’ you had befriended just minutes prior (whom, Imayoshi already understood, would be forgotten about as soon as someone more suitable appeared to take her place), asking her where they should sit.
The other girl pointed to two empty desks near the front. That was when you let go of her hand.
“I just have to sit by the windows,” you said, not at all apologetically, as if it was a given, not even sparing a second glance at the girl beside you - her eyes a little wide, almost a touch teary as she realised that she was already being demoted to rank of Friendless First Year.
There was only one seat left near the windows. They’d have to split up. And the remaining chair was by fellow first year Imayoshi, who was pulling a pen out his backpack, pondering whether to ignore you or put on a show of bored confidence and do introductions.
As he pondered, you sat down beside him. Your knee briefly pressed against his. Then panicked, pulled away. You looked around the classroom as if you were ignoring your seatmate by accident, just curious about all the new faces. You had felt the sparks too.
It took only this long - just those few seconds - for Imayoshi to stumble across realisations that would affect the rest of his life.
(1) For all that confidence you showed off - confidence that, as you grew older, would become glam and men double your age wrapping their arms around your shoulders - you were an insecure coward like the crowds of girls who looked up to you from the distance.
(2) Imayoshi was feeling something. At the time, he called it curiosity; it would take later introspections for it to be correctly labelled as love.
Not that there was much reason to love you, at the beginning anyway. Though the two of you talked often, quick conversations in at least a couple classes a day, they were nothing but the usual seatmate discussions. You, an idiot, had cottoned onto the fact that Imayoshi was breezing through every class. You put on your usual batting-eyelashes persona, cutesy obsequiousness (“I’m so sorry to bother you again, but for number 13...”) punctuated with meaningless sweet-nothings (“Honestly, Shouichi, you’re the best. I love you.”), and who was he to deny your requests for help?
Of course, with anyone else, Imayoshi would have gotten fed up by now - the occasional question was fine, but in almost every lesson? - yet it was cute how you thought you could rely on him. Like you seriously believed that him talking you through integrating exponentials meant you could trust him.
When he’d walk into the classroom at break, while you were sat gossiping with all your girlfriends (an ever-expanding plague of copycats, B-rate versions of you), they’d all stop talking but you.
You’d say, “don’t worry about him - that’s my bestie, Shouichi. He’s literally saving my grade right now.”
And then everyone would go back to gossiping, and you’d flash him a quick smile, and Imayoshi would never comment on how he technically hadn’t given you permission to use his first name, or on how it was so fucking stupid of you to dismiss him as the nerd who let you copy his answers sometimes. Like he didn’t have ears; like he was just one of your pawns; like he didn’t own you.
Okay, that was an exaggeration. Maybe. But Imayoshi did in fact have ears, and he was a being with agency who overheard plenty of gossip and rumours, gossip that could destroy your sweet little reputation - not to mention your relationship with your parents - if he so chose. The fact that he didn’t was chivalry in action. Anyone else would have faced his bored wrath - he’d already manipulated a few rumours such that you had discarded one of your close friends on account of them.
Yet, for the time being, he was content letting you bathe in the sunlight.
After all, he couldn’t have his future wife kicked out of school for being a pathetic, needy slut who couldn’t let a party finish without having at least slammed her lips on at least one total stranger.
If you got expelled, you wouldn’t be in the yearbook. And then what would the two of you reminisce over, twenty years from now, cuddling on the sofa?
So he tried to be content with observing you, playing his part as the polite nerd, and it worked for over a year. There were highs (you cheering him on during the final basketball match in your first year); there were lows (you had brought some brainless baseball jock to the match). But Imayoshi endured. Imayoshi took his time. Imayoshi let you gush over how happy you were to be sitting next to him again in your second year - “you’re my guardian angel, Shou-chan”. Imayoshi turned a blind eye to the partying and the boys, who lingered by the classroom door hoping to catch sight of you, and the never-ending stream of friends, and the way you’d smile at him like you adored him, only to switch it off as soon as the class was over. As soon as you had no more use for him.
Imayoshi, mature for his age, understood that he couldn’t make you who he wanted you to be overnight. Unfortunately, it seemed that girls like you just had to go through this phase.
It was in the third year that things went downhill.
When it rains, it pours. On the first day of term, you hadn’t greeted him when you entered the classroom, too busy texting frantically on your phone, a new fluffy pink keychain dangling from it that didn’t match any of your girl friends’ and so had to be a gift from a stranger.
Imayoshi had greeted you, of course.
But when you had looked up briefly to smile and say hi back, he had been demoted: "Shouichi" instead of "Shou-chan".
You were working harder than before too. Suddenly, the two of you were working in silence side by side, your hair falling over your face, hiding it from Imayoshi. You never once tucked it behind your ear to ask Imayoshi for the answers to the next section. You just sat and wrote away, like you fancied yourself the best in the class now. Clearly, you’d been studying over the holiday. Fine. Good even - Imayoshi couldn’t marry a complete fool, even an obedient housewife needed some brains. But to reject him because of it? Discard him like all the other toys you got bored of using?
He felt his anger swell and spin in a strength of feeling he had not known since his mother died. Murder occurred to him; abduction no longer seemed unreasonable. He tucked away duct tape and rope and sleeping pills in a shelf his sister could not reach, locked it for good measure, and spent his nights tossing and turning and questioning his own identity.
He heard rumours you were in trouble. Kicked out the house, financial issues, an abortion: almost everything got mentioned. Someone had a friend whose mum was a cop, and apparently you’d been visiting the police station following a domestic violence case, a prostitution case, or maybe just a mugging. The specifics were unclear and frequently changed, but Imayoshi took sight of the bruises on your neck and arms, just visible under layers of concealer, and on he went pondering.
He would never get the truth out of you directly, no. These days, whenever he entered the classroom at break, you and your few remaining trusted friends whispered until he left. The trust was gone; and the gossip no longer appropriate for male ears to hear.
A complete stranger would have been treated in the same way. A stranger.
He’d put so much work into you, spent two years as a loyal servant, letting you feel smug and superior, and this was what he fucking got for it?
"Imayoshi was not rash," he told himself.
"Imayoshi wants to be rash," his reflection parroted back to him.
“Imayoshi?” called Susa, nudging him in the middle of a study session, “you okay?”
“Tired,” replied Imayoshi, realising that the page in front of him was still empty.
He smiled an easy smile, and forced the thought of you out of his mind before he snapped his pencil in two.
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And “he’s tired” was what Susa repeated when Harasawa, fiddling with his hair, asked why Imayoshi acting a bit out of it today.
The coach glanced at Imayoshi with critical eyes, and saw a stranger in him. “Do you want to take a break?”
“I’ll be alright.“ Imayoshi forced the familiar grin across his lips yet again. “Some match play will wake me up.”
The last thing he needed was some time away from basketball. For every minute he wasn’t concentrating on the game, he was thinking of you smiling at male ‘friends’, you cuddling up with police officers, you flirting with strangers on the street, you and that miniskirt you wore everywhere outside of school and the men who would stare and you feeding into their attraction, and they’d put a hand around your waist and let their fingers slip underneath your tights, and they’d murmur “hotel?” to you, and you’d rub up against them and-
Sakurai passed the ball to Imayoshi, and the captain dribbled and felt a moment’s peace. He passed it back to Wakamatsu, standing ready under the hoop-
You’d be pulling off your clothes real slow, really teasing them, and they’d be touching and licking and sucking on that skin that belonged to Imayoshi alone. They’d throw you to the bed; you squeal, maybe whimper at the big bad man standing in front of you. God you’d be noisy, slut that you are - you wouldn’t talk to Imayoshi any more but you wouldn’t shut up for these salarymen (why did Momoi have to mention that word on the street was you were in the JK business now? If hearing of you being with classmates wasn’t torture enough!), even when you were gagging you’d be crying out, tears in your eyes, and maybe they beat you, maybe they ground into you until you couldn’t walk, your underwear ripped, miniskirt stained around your hip, lying hopelessly on a bed in an empty room, your skin littered with both hickeys and bruises.
Maybe you’d pray for a better life. The audacity to pray having spent all these years betraying him.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?” muttered Susa in the changing room, briefly squeezing his friend's shoulder.
Imayoshi looked around feeling like he’d awoken from a nightmare.
Everyone but Imayoshi had long finished changing out of their kit. People were talking, laughing, bouncing a spare basketball against the wall. Aomine, despite being a known virgin, was proudly announcing his list of the easiest lays in the school. Your name came in at number two. And before Imayoshi could ask Aomine how he knew that if all he spent his free time doing was jerking off to magazine pages, Wakamatsu interjected.
Wakamatsu told Aomine not to talk about you like that.
Wakamatsu was blushing.
"You fucking siren," murmured Imayoshi under his breath, thinking of the way you used to bat your eyelashes at him.
Something about the blonde made Imayoshi see mistakes like never before. God himself couldn’t have made it any clearer. Imayoshi had let you run wild for too long, and in your own sickness you had diseased everyone else too. You had brought shame to yourself, and - worse - to the Imayoshi name that you would one day take on as your own.
It was time to remind you to whom you belonged. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too late to make you an honourable housewife, an obedient little dog.
“You still there?” said Susa with a little more concern, nudging Imayoshi again.
“Don’t worry,” and this time Imayoshi didn’t need to force that closed-eye, cruel grin. “I’ve got something to sort out, and then I’ll be back to normal.”
He would teach you that he had never been your toy.
#if you liked this fic#please do consider reblogging it#tbf this wasn't too long to write#but god was it tiring to proofread#not the fic's fault i'm just tired of editing#my brain zones out#anyway yeah this will probably be my last post this year#seasons greetings to anyone who wants them#personally not in the christmas mood but alas#could really use a proper holiday right about now#any billionaires out there willing to sponsor me hmu#right proper tags time now#imayoshi shouichi#imayoshi shoichi#x reader#reader insert#touou#too high school#yandere#x y/n#x you#kirisaki daichi scenarios#oneshot#fanfic#knb#kuroko no basket#kuroko no basuke#the basketball which kuroko plays#someone worth loving#jealousy
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This is my personal crossover event of the century
#one of my favorite actors and one of my favorite drivers interacting??? what???#alright whos gonna be the brave soldier and write the matt damon × mark webber rpf fic-#(i read a fic w james bond/seb so imo it really wouldnt be too far off to write Linus Caldwell/Mark LMAO)#ive known abt this event practically since i got into f1 but i feel like my thoughts abt it keep developing every time i look at them again#first time: huh okay wow brad pitt & matt damon taking w mark thats really wild. f1 drivers really do be meeting w high level celebs#after i watched fight club: wow wow!! i cant believe theres pics of brad pitt with mark thats crazy!#after i watched oceans 11: omg wait oh yeah! when mark was in jaguar he was sponsored by oceans 12!!! thats sick!!!#and then recently w my increasing love for Matt Damon: WAIT OH MY GOD MARK HAS INTERACTED WITH MATT!!!! (two worlds colliding feel ig)#but i was watching some interview w matt where they referenced this happening so its relevant in my brain again so i had to post abt it#but of course in the vid the specific pic on screen was him and mark interacting and i died. like seriously i can never escape f1 and mark#mostly im freaking out bcs its truly the crossover event of all time concerning my interests specifically#but the lore behind this is genuinely really really interesting#the fact that theyre promoting a heist movie specifically and then they put a $300k diamond in the nose of the Jaguar#and then the Jaguar crashed during the race and the diamond disappeared?????? cmon literally itself could be the plot to an Oceans movie#RBR/teams sponsored by RB were so much fun back in the day!!#they had several back to back movie promotions which all were pretty fun! just a shame neither team was good back then#it was Oceans 12->SW:ROTS->Superman right? i can't remember if there was another#such a shame that neither mark nor seb were in RBR in 2005 when RBR was promoting ROTS#i think i actually wouldve exploded if there were pics of them w hayden or ewan(my prev fandom haha)#f1#formula 1#formula one#mark webber#matt damon
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Chapter 7 of Bet You'll Fall In Love With Me is Out!
This one...LMFAO. When I tell you I had to stop myself from making this a double chapter. Unfortunately need to go to bed. Wouldn't it be funny if a bed showed up this chapter?
Yeah this chapter is unhinged more than anything but I just dialed it up to like 13% of the rollercoaster we're going on LOL. Very unique vibe to BYFILWM. The type of vibe of why you started reading the fic in the first place. Suffer. xDDD
Anyways, dipplinshipping content will be coming at you hard next week. Your only warning about that is here. :)
ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~
#raspberries y'all#LMFAO#god its so GOOD#for MULTIPLE#REASONS#WE WRITE FOR FUN BUT WE LOVE THE MESSAGES WE CREATE TOO#always find ya some raspberries#LMAO okay im done with that#(not)#(never)#(I was waiting for raspberries for so long and now after the ~reveal~ at the end of the chapter we are going to dial shit the fuck UP)#“oh wait there's a reveal?!”#yes there is surprise motherfucker#heart eyes motherfucker#Carmine dies (inside) motherfucker#i need sleep bye motherfucker#mintteashipping#drayton pokemon#carmine pokemon#drayton x carmine#carmine x drayton#drayton x carmine pokemon#carmine x drayton pokemon#cant wait for some unhinged comments feed me and I'll feed you and maybe drayton#LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#this chapter is sponsored by taylor swift thank her later#what if he's written mine on my UPPER THIGH only in my MIIIIIIINDDDDD
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Scrimbly Jacqueline 45/52: It's concept Jacqueline, bitches!!
The original description included the following:
Though I've long lost the FIRST draft of Crystal Springs, the original description of Jacqueline lives rent free in my head because WOW she has CHANGED BIG TIME! I keep thinking of this one like "you...the guy she tells you not to worry about" with concept Jacqueline and badass, confident, older, absolutely FERAL Jacqueline as we know and love her these days lmao!
(And after this scrimble last night between 2am and 3am I drew the most feral looking scrimbly proper Jacqueline so if I decide to be a silly later today, I'M READY 😈)
The dress, which hasn't changed too terribly much, being medieval princess inspired
her hair frozen, not as wild, neat and tidy with a little braided crown-esque thing going on with her hair
the sheer bit of material covering the scoopy neck and the like
the icicle bodice, but it's the other way up--the pointy side up!
(which recently was switched to top down after I mentioned it to my housemate ages ago (may have been complaining about how it was hard to draw) and he went "THE ICICLES FACE UP?!?! I thought they went down. Why not try that?" and I did and went "damn. that's a LOT better")
a snowflake belt around the waist/middle of the dress
and a snowflake necklace she always wore! which I changed to a plain old choker bc I didn't wanna think about. Having the necklace be over or under the sheer bit lmao
She was also originally about 1700. THAT'S insane. But that's ALSO because I was 17 and Jacqueline was (and still is tbh) my lil' guy on the inside! Whenever I imagined the story I was putting myself in her shoes, so of course every year as I got older, so did she lmao. When I turned 19 I was like "OKAY. SHE'S IMMORTAL, DANI. SHE'S GOTTA STAY A CERTAIN AGE AT SOME POINT" so we settled on 1900 (though she gives me more 2000 vibes these days), and to compensate I decided that the last two digits of her age would be my age lol. Sometimes you gotta dangle that cake in front of yourself and make compromises, I guess? lol.
She was also originally a little more timid/shy! Which is WILD to me. Y'know those fun arts lmels has done with the OCs? I AM PRETTY SURE THE COMMON FACTOR THAT DRAGS THOSE FOUR TOGETHER IS JACQUELINE, SO PICTURING HER SHY? TIMID? SUBDUED? DOES NOT COMPUTE THESE DAYS!
MAN concept Jacqueline is wildin lol. Also I just realized she was supposed to be next week's scrimbly? ALL GOOD! THIS GIVES ME MORE TIME TO FIGURE OUT HER PIRATE FIT!
#dani speaks#WHOOPS#concept jacqueline was on the mind i guess lol!!! it's all good#i can do these in any order tbh! the list is just there to throw the ideas down so i don't go OH GOD OUTTA SCRIMBLES#dani doodles#scrimbly jacquelines#cs posting#crystal springs#concept cs#concept jacqueline#i also remember like. the year after the movie came out. picturing jacqueline being super excited at school#when her 'cool' older brother comes to pick her up in his cool fuckin car#nowadays if he did that she'd roast how much it sucks and plug honda so much they should probably pay her about it#me @ honda: SPONSOR ME TO TALK ABOUT YOUR CARS#jack would drive a civic tbh. he gives me that kinda asshole vibe 🤣🤣🤣🤣#he's that civic with the unnecessary like. shark fins and dumb lights and loud ass muffler that swerves between lanes bc it's too slow#okay. GOD. i wrote these tags late at night and it SHOWS#i think i got all my base shit tho.#OH YES! I FUCKED UP HER CHIN?!?!?! IDK HOW THAT HAPPENED#NOW SHE LOOKS LIKE. WEIRDLY DISPROPORTIONATE TO MY ME#IT'S FINE! THIS IS A SCRIBMLY!
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You know... what really gets me is dots. and connecting them.
#personal#I would be doing numbers in any investigative job#Maybe I should've become a Kommissarin or something#I could be catching serial killers#alas I'm stuck on stalking my blorbos#And those connected to them#or those writing about them#(still thinking about my potential thesis about Max's reception through the ages (tbh there's not much on Schott))#(Schürer however... I need him to get posthumously dishonored)#And iirc there's stuff he mentioned written about Max from sources I don't fucking remember rn and I need to track down#Wait.... I can put like Hirschfeld in there too actually LMAO#He's a side-side-sidenote but it's been copied like a dozen times by other people (factually wrong but funny (to me))#Wow my mind#god this whole thing is so exciting#max and karl#I could be doing groundbreaking work (on the literally most irrelevant topic possible (some guy who died 300 years ago))#I need to quit my job and do this full time#I need to bring back the monarchy for like 5 years so I can find a rich sponsor#hope that's okay with y'all
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Why must October be marred with a week of exams the week of Halloween
#Omfg I hate when things pile up#I have back to back exams that don’t seem to ever stop#In history we have three consecutive tests#And every other class decided to have an exam too#I like writing but atp I’m pumping out an essay every week it’s insane#We have a geosystems test next week and we’re not even done learning the material#One of the history exams is from a complete unit ago! I’m trying to refresh my memory but it’s hard#All of that on top of work and extracurriculars just#God#It’s just so overwhelming#Multiple profs have been like don’t let this be the class you procrastinate studying for#Well what the fuck else am I supposed to do I have to prioritize stfu#Believe it or not your 101 class is not my most pressing issue#It is not the crown jewel of my academic empire#I have straight A’s and I don’t want to lose it I need to make up for that one class I got a c in#I can’t get it off of my transcript even though it’s a fucking elective#That I don’t even need#Do I even want [identifying info] does anyone really give a shit#These tags were brought to you by my 8pm class please thank your sponsor WXYZ community college#If you are a confused mutual I promise this makes sense I’m not misleading anyone
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Good lord. maybe its my headache making me a hater but i cannot stand the way people do pd positivity sometimes. do you not have anything to say to me other than "uhm i dont think youre a serial killer"
#breaking my silence... some posts might have good intentions but they feel condescending#it doesnt feel like they know anyone with the disorders#im very aware im not a serial killer Due to the fact that i do not take part in serial killing. i think others feel similar to that too#its always some stuff about defending the perceived morality of people#and a good chunk of it still carries that kind of weird thought pattern that we have to go actively against our 'nature' to be 'good'#like nooo queen the stereotypes are not true! i know youre constantly fighting your urge to abuse others so youre not evil 😇#like yeah no wonder i have an annoying as fuck complex over it theres people who think thats how my brain works.#and thats without mentioning the ones who will just discard you if youre not 'in recovery' or whatever the fuck#grosses me out really. this post is sponsored by God i want to get rid of my wish to see relatable posts i only ever find slop#.txt
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lol
that reminds me, there was less product placement than i was expecting in the finale
#pit babe the series#i was totally expecting to see the chicken nuggets and cup noodles at the picnic!#VERY surprised to see them eating fruit instead#lol i also figured alan and jeff's morning makeout would lead into a toothpaste ad#anyway i had a blast watching this show and gods bless the sponsors honestly#NOTHING about this show sounds like something advertisers would typically go for! but they went for it anyway! <3#definitely got their money's worth too hehe
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Bristol [2] 2024
I'd been entertaining these deep fears all week (or for the last two weeks) that the fates would align against my favor and both the 5 and 11 would manage to knock themselves out of the playoffs in the Round of 16. And it would feel really really stupid because the 5 came in with 2429402 points and, despite his penchant for incurring Biblical retributions, I maintain that Denny Hamlin is the best active driver in NASCAR.
Of the many reasons I'd never hack it in NASCAR, my being risk averse and perpetually glass-half-empty is a big one, so I spent an entire 2.5 hours of this race TEMPESTUOUSLY anxious--anxious dinner! anxious tea! anxious sewing-buttons-back-onto-things! anxious dishes!--until the were fewer laps remaining than the 21 was down and the 5 locked in. I was like, I don't care if Kyle Larson swept both stages and is running at almost a 5-second lead over P2. What reason have I to trust that!! The 5 should not be trusted!
And I was also like, okay, self, what if tonight could channel that Kyle Larson Knoxville energy. Knoxville Knoxville Knoxville KNOXVILLE. And then the 5 ran a perfect race and my insides are a chemical disaster zone regardless.
I always laugh when the booth mentions some very Hendrick-specific milestone or record--which they've done a lot this year on account of the 40th anniversary--because I feel like the only person who could possibly care about these niche accolades is Rick Hendrick, but Kyle "most laps ever led in a single race by any Hendrick driver" Larson seems so statistically unlikely on account of Jeff Gordon and Jimmie I'll allow it.
I'm sad for MTJ, but I hold out hope that he'll be able to pull a Kenseth and win a final-season race, even if he's out of the playoffs. And congrats to Daniel Suarez for rising from the ashes!
#thank you god#and kyle larson#and cliff daniels and the 5 pit crew#and *insert laundry list of sponsors that is somehow both incomplete and too long*#thank you bristol motor speedway#and goodnight moon#nascar#bristol 2024#kyle larson#real racing
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favourite thing about traumatic flashbacks is the entire concept of it is so stupid that on top of everything I start thinking about how bizarre it is and that would make me derealize the fuck out of this world on its own like I know every annoying mechanism exists for a reason but does it reallyyyyy
#post sponsored by oeughhh god ugh#hashtag broken to the core welcome to my twisted mind its emo hours#anyway my second favourite thing is the Topic is all twisted up in the gay of it all#like my therapist is lovely god bless her heart but i mention the slightest homophobia and shes shocked so oblivious sometimes its funny#a little bit. mostly devastating but you gotta laugh#love that for me like not to be 15 and deep but somefimes being gay is so shit and horrifyingly lonely lol#bc i have queer people around but like im not gonna say this out loud yk. too weird ✌️#cool im yappin here being sad and my cat shows up with shoes in her mouth and starts crying. angst cancelled gotta entertain fhe bored beast#fucking creature#x
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One day there's gonna be a person online that will take people's requests of any color and draw it in a person's skintone in a convincing way, see: a brown that looks like a light skinned white person's skin in a darker lighting, a green that looks like a healthy person's skin in neon lights, and so on.
And this will be a huge thing for the online art community in the west. I think the thing it lacks right now is this realization that the knowledge that tree trunks are brown and leaves are green are just something observed under the specific conditions of a sunny day, even in these very conditions these very leaves and trunk can look blue and purple and gray and so on if cast in shadow, especially in art
#Art#This isn't a discourse post btw#Imo this is something that holds many people back from reaching their true potential#That character's purple hair ABSOLUTELY can be 100% gray and look very natural and convincing#And this applies to everything(!) skintones are just something a lot of artists love to draw/look at#and something so 'set in stone' as skin can prove the point well#You don't even have to have a realistic style of rendering if everything goes together well (including the shade of the bg)#It'll look right even if there's close to none of actual shading and it's all base colors#Actually I will go SO far as to say you can be a beginner in art and still have this skill as it's largely disconnected from other art#skills such as cross hatching or perspective or anatomy or whatever#I suppose this is best seen in people who have years of color theory knowledge but *whispers*#you can just go crazy with csp or sai or colored pencils and if you spend enough time you can get something cute infinite monke theory styl#I won't be the person from the post though. My art lowkey too ''sucks ass'' for that. Dare I say. But someone else should. methinks#This post is sponsored by the god tier mostly Chinese twitter artists who's art I absolutely shoot down my veins rn#//#Interesting
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I have a problem.
Further evidence:
#me: I avoid drawing racesuits bcs they're too complicated and I don't really know how to draw them.#Also me: constantly draws one of the most overcomplicated designs ever#and i also am constantly in the depths of researching 18th century clothing#atp maybe i just have zero interest in race suits#(tbf it's honestly less the level of detail. but more all the sponsor names and lack of freedom in drawing them)#(yknow one solid design that you cant really deviate from. i dont have a lot of interest in drawing that type of thing)#(but i will do it for chibis! much more simple)#also there was chibis ive drawn as well but they dont fit#ive mostly draw peak era vettonso cause duh#but ig id really like to draw matador versions of all their eras i think that would be a lot of fun#its fun to put these in a gif together#see how ive evolved at both drawing matadors but also painting#but god i still think i really like that renault one the best......#its just tough to beat. and its crazy cause i went into that w just. zero experience#and ive leveled up since then but it has this energy i enjoy so much and i just rly love how i drew his face ah...#but do tell me if you so wish which one you like best??#catie.rambling.txt#matador au#catie.art.
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