#idk if this is interesting to anyone lmao

[a-ginger-from]

Honestly idk, like I really like learning in general but I feel like the pressures of college ruined it a bit. Also I feel like I enjoyed aspects of classes more than the entire thing?? Like I had a lot of specific projects that I really enjoyed doing but didn't overall live and breathe for the class itself

can't do this one as a poll bc there's endless choices but if you're in college/university or went to college/university what's been the most fun/enriching class you've had?

[turnaboutstar]

autistic people when there's collectable things with tv shows with multiple generations of them:

[shepscapades]

GLAD EVERYONE ENJOYED THE ANDROID INFO UPDATE ABOUT INTERFACING DFGJNDGKGNMXGHNCBNM

[tragedry]

the sbg kids, but instead of them getting trapped into the phantom dimension they get trapped into a corn maze.

[z-1-wolfe]

🫢 i think she might have liked it, not 100% sure ngl

(also i am so sorry,, the first time i posted it tumblr literally ate the post and it disappeared?? so i deleted it and started over)

5th times the charm and all that :')

[kagoutiss]

green beetle black beetle

[benetnvsch]

[bright-and-burning]

svelte (45) for the writing game!

“Y’look… svelte,” Oscar says, gaze roaming over Lando’s body before coming to rest on her face. She has to look up, for once, Lando in her towering strappy heels finally making a difference against Oscar’s ankle boots.

Lando’s whole face crinkles up, immediately smoothing back out to avoid creasing her makeup. She’s been struggling with that since they got here, eyebrows furrowing and unfurrowing in a dance visible even from where Oscar had been watching across the room.

“This is silk, Osc.”

It is, to be fair. Draping artfully off her, drippy looking v-neck low enough to show off abs. Equally low in the back. Miles of tan skin to spend the evening distracted by, slip-sliding around under shiny fabric. Apricot colored, apparently.

Oscar much prefers the black a-line dress she’d been coaxed into. Less tape involved, certainly. Less sheen, too.

“Svelte, not felt,” Oscar says, already thinking through how to explain what svelte means when they’re interrupted by some flustered looking aide asking them to find their seats.

The presentation starts immediately, lighting for the tables going dim. Oscar pays attention. Mostly.

A flash of light out of the corner of her eye pulls her focus away from looking attentively forward; it’s towards the end, she hopes, of the first presenter’s speech.

Oscar leans over into Lando’s space, ostensibly to whisper some commentary. Half the bigwigs in the room will assume it’s mindless gossip, anyways.

Really, she’s slipping a hand high up the slit in Lando’s dress under the table. To balance, as she twists to see what Lando’s doing.

Showing results for svelte define, the top of the screen reads, recessed in the folds of the fancy tablecloth. Search instead for sfelt define.

Lando’s thigh tenses under Oscar’s grip. She turns her mouth to Oscar’s ear, lips brushing the shell under the veil of her hair.

“Think I’m elegant, huh?”

Oscar shivers. She pulls back to shoot Lando a half-hearted glare from under her fringe, straightening her face just in time for the lights to come back up.

send me a number/word and i’ll write a micro story

(outfit inspo is in a reblog if you’re interested)

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[c0smic-v0mit]

Here's another Oddworld animation I did!

I had to animate this in my style since the original is one of my favourite gifs of Abe I have in my phone :3

[svtskneecaps]

also in terms of the bolas playlist it's fascinating to me that the songs added by each person have a slight tendency to represent a consistent aspect of bolas

like

the songs added by slime are their chaos

the songs added by philza are their rebellion

the songs added by cellbit are their rage

the songs added by baghera are their anguish

it's so fucking FASCINATING TO ME but i don't know enough music theory to elaborate lmfao this is Vibes Only

(mouse's songs i can't boil down to an easy noun which is why they aren't mentioned lmao anyway they go hard asf)

(also i went on the longest fucking unhinged elaboration in the tags lmfao i almost didn't have enough tags left to tag "long tags" at the end

(i could have even gone on longer in terms of where their characters were at entering purgatory [philza: cage for a cage; cellbit: fed worker murders; baghera: her past as a federation experiment; slime: turning into a code because of the code pretending to be his daughter] but i ran out of space and also time it's 4AM AAAAA)

[mintygreencake]

Dressing up the boys in my fits from this week because I was feeling silly 😙

(not too much on my handwriting it's shit- 😭)

[birb-tangleblog]

Everyone look at my pretty shiny metal 🐲💎✨

It's… very very late of me to do so, but I'm starting a Disney pin collection! I'm going to be focusing on TTS and especially series style pins tho, b/c I think a general Tangled/Rapunzel collection would get bonkers fast.

(Also, if any of you guys have old pins that you're willing to sell/trade if you're no longer collecting, you should lmk! 👀✨)

[bsaka7]

Breakdown of time spent in zone for the first and second lines of the Minnesota Wild. We're only 13% of the way through the season (11GP) but you can see that Kaprizov's spends LESS even-strength time in the offensive zone and MORE time in the defensive zone compared to 23-24. Rossi and Zuccarello see this same trend . The second line of Johansson, Ek, and Boldy remains largely similar to their 23-24 percentages, though Boldy spends more time in the defensive zone than last year. Overall, the team is spending slightly more time in the neutral zone and defensive zone than in 23-24, though obviously the results are thus-far going our way.

Please note that Kaprizov's slide shows all-strength and even-strength stats by year, so to compare his 23-24 and 24-25 even-strength percentages, those would be upper right and lower right in the graphic. All other stats shown are even strength.

[read-write-thrive]

y’all who are voting for me to genderbend everyone better be ready for even longer delays since I’ll have to rename everyone and come up with how their characters change depending on the swap 😭 I’ll do it don’t get me wrong I’m just also thinking ahead yk

[wexhappyxfew]

Paulina and Hambone 😭🙌

I need them 🙏

PAULI AND HAMBONE ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME!!!!!!! (you don't understand ive been itching to write them and just haven't had time and now i feel the need to write them so HERE IS A SNIPPET!!!!!!)

(i think we all need a little more howard 'hambone' hamilton in our lives, right?)

"What's that?" Hambone asked, nodding to the letter in her hand. Albeit, the letter was in fact more of a statement - a broad generalization, a solid 'goodbye', a 'no longer want to be seen with you', a rather heartfelt and truthful 'we're through'. She didn't know how else to put it, but it certainly was something she felt ready to discuss with someone quite yet - even the Silver Bullets crew - especially someone, like Hambone, that she'd just met. It was humiliating enough that she still was holding onto this letter like she was going back to home, to him, after all this. "Uh…." Paulina started, staring at the letter 'Dear Pauli' - still with that stupid nickname she'd asked him to quit calling her. That was reserved for her parents - not him. Especially not him. Especially now, after wanting to break this off. After everything. "A letter." she supplemented, folding it quickly between her calloused fingers, ignoring the bubble of emotion inside her as she looked upwards at Hambone again, sticking the crumpled letter in her pocket and smiling. Picking up her drink she nodded, took back a sip and sighed. "Not the best type of letter." she offered, watching his gaze as he carefully seemed to watch her back, "But. A letter. Can't complain." Hambone continued to sit there quietly for a moment, the ruckus and loud-mouthed cackles behind them mixing with the hum of music and glass clinks. It almost felt comical. None of the men owed the women anything - Birdie had told them she'd learned that the hard way. But going out of their way to bridge the gap? Paulina looked at Hambone again - perfectly gelled and styled hair (enough to match that of Douglass), those golden teeth, that….squirrel on his upper lip he called a mustache. Paulina stopped her train of thought. She'd just met the guy - he was that one Lieutenant's bombardier right? Brady? "I'm sorry," Hambone said quickly with a nod, fingers nervously tapping on the beer glass as he shook his head, shooting a smile on his face, "I shouldn't have asked. First impressions, amiright?" Paulina watched him, the corner of her lip perking upward. Emotion swelled in her thoughts, throughout her mind as she thought of first impressions. Meeting Dean, that first night together, all those promises, those broken words. Sitting in front of a bombardier from the Midwest with whom she'd just met, but almost felt more respected by than the person who had said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Swallowing she looked to Hambone again. "No, no, don't worry," she said, waving him off, offering a smile and twiddling her fingers together in her lap, "If you don't mind distracting me, I'd love to hear why you're called Hambone and not Handsome, huh?" Alright, that was pretty bad, but he had a face, that's all she could think. A chuckle escaped Hambone's lips as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he sipped his drink, a grin riding his lips as she sat there, smirking. A little bold, a little punchy - if Dean were here she'd rub it in his face - look, a guy can talk to me without sounding like an asshole, is that so hard? "So curious to know, huh?" he asked her, before nodding, "Gotta name?" Paulina watched him, her eyes softening - she felt them soften - and nodded. "Paulina Stagliano. From Philly." she offered, "But my friends call me Pauli."