#i fully recommend

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

I was gonna ask you to talk about the Beat, since I drive one, but I saw that you already talked about them in your Cappuccino post! Thank you for talking about my favorite car 😊

(fun fact! The passenger side seat is actually smaller than the driver side, and is unable to recline)

I did indeed!

Also, wow, I knew that the center console was actually an off-center console to offer a bit more space to the driver but I had no idea even the seats differed! I guess it would make sense the passenger seat doesn't recline, since by the time you're making different seats you might as well only put the reclining hardware in the one that actually has something behind it (a little storage cubby, for those unaware).

Wait. That's behind the passenger seat. Are you telling me they put locking storage behind the seat that doesn't recline? What the fuck

Anyhow, yeah, I love the Beat. In me the tides of desire and fear, the two motivators of mankind, struggle against each other about it due to my desire to have one colliding with my fear that, should I get a minuscule Japanese spider that makes up for its lackluster power figures and overall straight line speed with sound and character in spades, phenomenal handling and great reliability, the Miata I have so long dreamed of will suddenly look like a diluted version of the car I already have. And is experiencing something better than your lifelong dream worth making all those years of dreaming build up to such a letdown as to make you drop your wish right at the cusp of fulfilling it? Is achieving heights greater than you could dream of worth noticing the summit you'd spent years climbing towards below you, realizing you climbed right past? Wow, now that I put it in writing, the answer is SO obviously a yes and even questioning it reeks of fear of growth lemme go check what the cheapest one is

[wombywoo]

another patreon teaser 🙆‍♀️ subscribe for my lame jokes~

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ooh, you want to know what happens at the gay bar run by ex-pirates, ooh...You'll just have to read Tiger Tiger to find out...

(Inspired by this Disco Elysium comic)

[nekrosmos]

Morning Price ☕​

Had to censor it slightly, uncensored picture here and here !

[thatsitso]

So I finished orv

[church-of-crayak]

finally, ax dance in stunning technicolor

linking the same playlist bc music is integral to the experience

[buglaur]

for a girl whose never built anything from scratch before i'd call this a triumph

[starcurtain]

Just caught up with Natlan's archon quest and lord help me, I have a burning need to see Alhaitham and Ororon interact.

I truly feel that they would vibe perfectly. Not in a ship way, but like, in the way of Kaveh quietly wailing: "For archons' sake, he's brought another tacky thing into the house. Traveler, please do something; they've been staring eye to eye over the coffee table for like an hour now but haven't said a single word. I don't know what to do. Send help."

[arunneronthird]

my favorite type of anime is the kind where a characters life derails so painfully you go back to the first episodes and dont recognize them

[iridescent-serpent]

Just wanted to say thanks again for the art (*/ω＼) liking that Starscream is basically living as a hoover and sucking up years-old crumbs for sustenance, but yesterday I feasted. Thank you for the food!!

Sorry for taking so long to reply to this!! Wanted to feed u some more but I wasn’t having any ideas at first!

But! I did do some doodles of ur little Bayverse Starscream meets G1 Megatron :)! [blame any inaccuracies on not having refs when I was drawing em]

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[the---hermit]

31|01|2025

I decided to start reading one of my luckiest thrift finds, which is this history book on the daily life in ancient Rome. I got it a couple of years ago for something like three euros and deep in my heart I know I'll never be this lucky again. The idea is to follow the author in a day in imperial Rome hour by hour, in order to focus on the daily habits and cultural history. And this is my favourite kind of history. What people wore, what they ate, how their day was structured, what they did in their free time, and so on. These are the things I love about history and this book is so well done. And I was very happy to find out it was translated in English so if you are interested I truly recommend it.

📖: A Day In The Life Of Ancient Rome by Alberto Angela

[jeeliebeeliegoomiebear]

On Isolde and Many Doors (and One Key)

Thinking about Isolde and how she feels like she is constantly trapped in a small cramped room full of 1 million doors. Each door represents a presence that haunts her, an identity that lives inside her that calls to her from beyond the grave, a new mask to dawn.

If every person in the world were to have a room, most would have just one door, their own. But not Isolde.

Isolde feels like an empty vessel who is only there to serve as a point of entry for other people and their spirits. She has been forced to become so repressed by her environment, upbringing, and her nature as a medium that she finds it easy to forget herself. Her “self” is not someone she has ever been allowed to know.

The room grows increasingly smaller, claustrophobic and strangling her with pressure as the amount of doorways in it only increase, every new person she meets a new doorway she is plagued with, a new voyeur who has granted themselves full access to her life and her body. Something she is now willing to let them do. It is easier that way. Easier to let someone else command her vessel, something that never solely belonged to her to begin with. An escape from all the pressure, the expectations, the perfection demanded from her. It is something she should do. The duty of someone like her. Something to hide her wretched face from view, to give the people what they want, to uphold her family’s legacy. A performance that was never allowed to end. Each new door lead right back to that.

The only exception is Kakania. The only person Isolde believes has ever really seen her as more than a host for other identities or something to mold into shape, prop up as a set piece. A perfect lady. The star of Vienna. A tragic heroine. A dangerous hysteric witch. A curse manifested. The only one who was ever interested in finding Isolde’s door and that door alone. When she is with Kakania, a new door does not appear in that ever shrinking empty room, although at first she expects it to. For the first time she meets someone and is not greeted with a new ghost to haunt her. Not a door. But a key. A key that Isolde knows can unlock her own door, even when she herself cannot find it.

[fritzes]

a confused taylor fritz completely forgets about his roland garros match against casper ruud

[nekrosmos]

Someone asked for Nikolai in a jockstrap, and I had to provide 🚁​🐻​

Lineart bellow ⬇️​

[driftingballoons]

I love Rozenmarine, but sometimes the way her VA says “Elise” is just so