#it's criminally underrated LOL

[shepherds-of-haven]

You've posted about this before, but it kills me every time that the character asks are all long paragraphs about each shepherds unique flavour of weird, and then you get to Red, and it's like: is normal about it

Get you a man who can be normal about things! 😂

[hurtspideyparker]

trying to choose a movie to watch: do I miss my pookie (Iron Man trilogy)? My baby girl (CA: Winter Soldier)? My wife (Black Widow)? Do I wanna watch a romance (X-Men: First Class)? A slice of life (Avengers: Age of Ultron)? Comfort film (Spider-Man: Homecoming or FFH)?

[ghostlakan]

my nr 1 favorite weirdos why are they like that

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

Did I ever post this here? It's a redraw/redesign of a drawing I did in childhood, and is my current profile pic. :) A merm gives her fairy bestie a kiss <3 I'll forever be an advocate for platonic love and platonic physical affection.

[hammyham-o-o]

EPIC THE MUSICAL IS SO SO GOOD

I canNOT get it out of my head so I'm going to make a pole about awesome lines muahahaha

WHOOPS I'm out of options 😭 anyways those were just some lines that stuck out to me off the top of my head, tell me if you have any suggestions in the comments!

[witchexia]

FINALLY REDESIGNED MY SELF INSERT OC !!!!!

words cannot express how much i FUCKING HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDD THE LAST DESIGN OH MY GODD IT WAS SO RUSHED AND UGLY AND THE COLORS WERE NASTY anyways i really challenged my inner designer with this one LOL ! also im so sorry if my handwriting is shit !!! i have dyslexia and dysortography and both affect my handwriting :-( also i think we all know who that someone is ... teehee

[inbabylontheywept]

Someone had to go first.

In an odd first, I forgot to post this HFY story here until after it was voiced by BirbletonVA. Their channel actually did such an insanely good job that I would actually strongly recommend listening to it over reading it. Nonetheless, the text is provided below.

Please like and subscribe to their channel if you like their work.

The first ship that arrived was pretty matter of fact about its fate. The pilot introduced himself as Eric, and told us he was part of the first sublight resupply attempt in modern history. He then gave me and the ground control team his bad news.

“So,” he said. “Without real time telemetry, we weren’t even sure which half of your orbit you’d be in. That’s half a solar system’s worth of wiggle room. Decelerating enough to survive contact with your low orbit would take me two weeks, which, you know, it looks like we don’t have. That means that in order to get the second ship in before you lose orbital control to the Kresh, I’m gonna have to make a sacrificial flyby. Ten to the negative four torr is good enough for a lot of things, but at point-seven c it’s gonna be like sandblasting a soup cracker. Good news is that all the expensive toys are in the next ship, so this really ain’t costing you more than a ship and a pilot.”

“You knew,” I said. If they put the expensive toys in the second ship, they knew that the first was likely a sacrifice. No one smart enough to handle orbital physics would miss that.

“I did,” he said. “But someone had to go first.”

That was, of course, a lie. No one had to go first. No else had had, at least. When our connection to the FTL network was lost, we’d understood that as the end of our reinforcements. Doing resupplies via sublight was just too risky. It was a testament to Earth that it had accepted the risk and continued anyway.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” I asked. This man had come here to die for us. I wasn’t sure how much I could give, but what I had was his.

“I do have a few requests,” he said. “First up, I need as much high-orbital data as you got. The whole lot.”

I began directing tightbeam resources to him immediately. It was an easy resource to exchange - it wasn’t like there was anyone else out to talk to anymore. When we lost FTL, we found ourselves very, very alone.

“Second,” he said. “Right, I know I’m gonna sound like a princess right now, but I have been stuck in this stupid tin-can for almost two-years now, and I seriously overestimated how much I like synth music. If you have anything that’s analog - I don’t care what kind of string or drum or brass you play, but I’d kill to hear something without a beep in it.”

I jumped my own queue in the tightbeam, and added a short playlist that I ripped from the local web. Human Music, it was labeled. 3 Terabytes. I prayed there was something on it that he’d like.

“And third,” he said. “Third. The uh, next pilot is pretty mad at me. Turns out this will just be one of those things left unfinished. That’s all death really is, I guess - a lot of unfinished things. Let him know that he was right: He is a better pilot than me. But tell him that wouldn’t have made a difference here. Bad luck beats skill, and this luck was shit.”

I promised, and he went silent after that. We could see what data he was analyzing, and the short answer was all of it - everything from atmospheric density to troop positions and his own ship’s blueprints. He knew he had one shot at this, and that if the price wasn’t paid here, it would be paid by whoever came next.

---

Ground control didn’t get a verbal warning that he’d entered atmosphere. Just a ping. A little here-I-am, whispered in the dark.

After that, we could keep track with visuals alone.

He hit the outskirts of the exoatmosphere in his first pass, burning bright enough to be seen with the naked eye. He caught the sparse particles like a kite, trying to shed enough speed to hit actual low orbit. Automatic telemetry updates gave us the grim news for the ship: Thermals were holding up decently, but the ablative was wearing out fast.

The entire descent brought us more than two hour’s reprieve. The Kresh hadn’t expected to see a resupply, but they knew what one meant: Get it now, get it fast, or deal with a stream of new troops. They could buy themselves ten days' time by shooting this one ship down now. That was an eternity during a siege.

The first loop lowered the speed by about a twentieth of light. The pilot responded by pulling the ship in tighter, burning trying to preserve more ablative plating by trading off with thermal. Seven fighters were close enough to fire off heat seekers. I don’t think the Kresh had ever anticipated shooting down a craft coming in that hot - the missile's decoy avoidance countermeasure actually made it steer around the thing, chasing down loose pieces of shrapnel. Cooled fragments, still hotter than an engine, should be at full blast. The simple mistakes bought it enough time to enter pre-orbit, and the fighters had to stop their pursuit. They weren’t willing to die to stop the ship.

Our man, on the other hand, was already committed to that course.

A third loop followed a fourth. Ablative coating went from 65% integrity, to 30%, to 5%. Telemetry scans were exceptionally detailed - the pilot was making the flyby count. The last message we got from him was simple:

Are you EMP shielded? he asked, not even bothering to encrypt the text stream. He didn’t have time to process more than that.

Yes, we replied. We knew what he was thinking, but it was still a shock to see it. The fusion torch flared hot, burning through the nozzle and feeding directly into the craft’s dueterium supply. The reaction went super critical, and the resulting neutron pulse set off everything in the ship with a z-count higher than iron. Three continuous seconds of EM interference screamed through the comms as the hulk burned through orbit.

The explosion itself wasn’t powerful enough to kill the Kresh ships still in high orbit, but it made enough broadband radiation to blind both sides LADAR. The man must have been a hell of a pilot - half the shrapnel went down and got burned up as it entered the standard atmosphere, traded as the cost of moving the other half past lagrange. Standard evasion would’ve made the pieces easy to dodge, but with LADAR down, all the Kresh could do was sit still and cower as the wrath of a dead man riddled them full of holes. Our best ace had managed to shoot down seven ships before this before getting shot down himself. The wreckage of the freighter took down six.

---

The second ship came in stealth. One second, we were holding attrition in high orbit, the next, something the size of a small station came ripping through the atmosphere.

It did the same trick as the former - swapping between ablative and thermal loads, coming down at a speed that the Kresh fighters didn’t even try to match. Armies could be built in years, but skills like this took decades.

Telemetry connection was established almost as an afterthought. The way the ship casually ate through ablative armoring made my eyes water, but the pilot himself seemed pretty non-plussed.

“You’re down to fifteen percent coverage. You need-

“What I need,” he said, “is to see the previous ship’s telemetry. If there’s one thing you can trust, it’s that this bird is going to come down gentle.”

He cut off my chance to reply by flicking the channel off. We watched, and we wrang our hands, but sure enough he came in six minutes later with 4% of the ablative left.

I met him on the landing pad. Under normal circumstances, we’d have needed twenty-four hours for the craft to cool enough to even approach, but we’d had cryo ready just in case. Three tankers of nitrogen, and the loading area, at least, was cool enough to touch. Safety would have to take a backseat to speed here - we needed the supplies fast.

But those both would take a backseat to a promised conversation with the second pilot. He was out of the craft as soon as the air was cool enough to avoid scalding his lungs, picking through the workers to try and find who had the telemetry data.

I found him first. The drive went into his hands, but I needed to keep my promise with Eric before letting go.

“You’re better than the first pilot,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. If the previous flier had been a saint, this one was a god. “But you wouldn’t have been able to manage the landing either. There just wasn’t time.”

“Let me see,” he said, tugging on the drive. “Just let me see. I have to know I couldn’t do it either. I have to know that someone had to die.”

I let go of the drive and he stalked back into his ship. I didn’t follow. I figured I’d pushed things far enough as it was.

---

The second pilot left the ship six hours later. He looked bleary in a way that put me at ease. I’d been up the last six hours directing supplies from the ship. Everything from ground-to-orbit rails to AGI targeting systems was inside, and to say it was gamechanging would be an understatement. It was good work, but I was tired, and I didn’t want to have to pretend otherwise. Seeing the other man with bags under his eyes meant we could just be frank with each other.

“I couldn’t have managed it,” he said, half-ashamed, half-relieved.

“It just wasn’t possible,” I agreed.

We sat there a moment longer. I didn’t mind the break. This was time well spent.

“Did it hurt?” he asked finally.

“Ablative failed before heating,” I said, which was the technical way of saying no. “He overloaded the reactor before the ship actually broke up and did some kind of slingshot maneuver - hit the main body of the Kresh fleet with half a space station’s worth of shrapnel.”

“Good,” he said.

I knew the signs. The tremor in his cheek, the way his jaw clenched - it wasn’t professional, but I hugged him anyway. Let him have the dignity of choosing to weep instead of having it wrenched out of him.

It was a gift we’d all been given at some point in this war. At least now, there was the hope it could be over soon.

[auguryofjellyfish]

OMG YOU SAW IT YAY!!

The whole time I was putting together that animatic I was like “oh that one Wada fan will hate or love this”- so glad you liked it

-@arithekitsune

'that one wada fan'…omg... bwahah! oh my gosh, thank you so much. i'm extremely flattered you were thinking of me. but, trust me, there are very few things that could make me dislike an artwork with wada in it, let alone hate. 95% of the time, it's much more likely for me to love wada art so much that I offer up my soul for it (which, I can't really do anymore, I already gave it up like 2 months ago..)

i really liked your animatic! it was so sweet and sad. you managed to convey just how alone wada's been throughout his life until he met tsuno. the love he felt towards isono was real, but what he had with tsuno was special because it was mutual- it was probably the most loving and caring, real relationship he's had in his life. the juxtaposition of him sitting in the closet, and him sitting next to tsuno's cold locker at the end… oww…both times, he was trapped... in a small space, and in a world without her.

and the way you drew that sweet newborn baby wada… 🥺🥺🥺 gently holds.. that little lock of hair peeking through... so adorable. what i've always been curious of are the earlier years of wada's life, starting with his birth onwards. there's this sketch von drew of wada as a child, he's wearing overalls with a duck on them and looks to be about 5. this got me thinking… because he seems fine in that drawing. his hair is cut, his clothes are neat. but that doesn't really mean much, not when we know his mom cared about appearances.

i just.. i wonder when it started. if he's been abused since the beginning, or if it's only gotten worse later on. it's hard to say because we don't know a lot about his parents, and why they treated wada so viciously in the first place. maybe it was due to the circumstances of his birth, they might not have wanted a child at all. maybe another factor was that they were prejudiced against him because of his albinism. or… what i've always theorized, maybe he's always been (at least emotionally) neglected, and they only started actively resenting and abusing him when he stopped being a cute baby doll, and started growing into an individual with his own personality, one which they didn't like at all. either way, it's not really possible to work out a definite answer right now, though i'd love to get it someday. still, fuck wadamama and wadadada.

as the last thing, i just wanted to mention that your kamiwadagawa art opened my 3rd eye RAHH!!!! for real, it's so good...i love the thought of the two guys who were dogging on him the most suddenly deciding that actually, he's their little guy now. i imagine kamimura one day being like, 'hey ken, i know we've been taking the piss out of wada since like, forever, but i was thinking and i uhh kinda wanna keep him', and ken responding with 'oh umm alright!', and here we are....ken and wada both being kamimura's little meow meows LMAO... anyway...kamiwadagawa is peak...

[lily-alphonse]

The random popularization of Max Goof x Bradley Uppercrust from a straight-to-DVD Disney sequel of all things gives me hope that one day the world will realize the shipping potential of the Road to El Dorado.

[stealerofthe2ndbraincell]

Rewatched Mulberry Close and I got to say I hope Damon caused absolute balls-to-the-walls havoc on that Close in the time between the arrest and the airing of The Mulberry Close Murders.

I am talking like decade ruining chaos.

The fact that he's genuinely trying to make things up with Valerie and she gets murdered the night she returns when you HAPPEN to be out. The last memory of seeing her is when they had badly fought and now she's dead!! and he's immediately thrown under the bus as the killer by his neighbours. Two who had suspected him from the literal start* and one that literally killed her himself.

Whilst Valerie certainly isn't free of judgement from the neighbours (and is painted as a helpless murder victim the moment she's out of the picture), there are so many little bits (quite a few before Valerie even leaves) where they are just PRODDING at Damon relentlessly: from things such as his alcoholism to just him wearering pyjama trousers in his home.

To be honest, whilst it's more of a "in your face"-esque ending rather than a happy one, it still is incredibly horrible for Damon regardless of if he was freed or not (likely the former but still).

Regardless of how it ended, If I was Damon I would have started chewing through their wires and walls at rapid rates.

[blindmagdalena]

just finished rewatching wandavision with @hom3landr and we're both stoned and we both spent the last two episodes just crying lmao

[lighthouseas]

fucking love and adore gortimer gibbon's life on normal street. top 10 shows ever made tbh.

[texasflowers]

Has anyone here ever heard of Pokewilds? I started playing it last year but I've been meaning to do fanart for it ever since.

The first time I ever encountered a ghost at night left such an impression on me.

[daniclaytcn]

I wouldnt be surprised if in this episode the eddie story is more comedic again, because its listed as a “C plot” in the description (generally the more comedic plot this season) and its also paired with a mara/henren plot and a kidnapping plot so if one of them is going to be funny it will sadly be eddie’s lol. BUT I do think it could be a pivot episode to something more serious for the storyline going into 7x08-7x10 because I also seriously doubt we’ll get a story involving the diaz parents thats played for just laughs. Plus kenny was praising whatever is coming up and the last time he did that was in 6x14 which I thought was a good mix of fun (spaghetti eddie and the bobbyeddie scene) and hit the emotional beats (the scenes with pepa) so I have hope that it will be given the right emotional beats (but also Im a big 6x14 truther lmao probably my favourite episode after 6x12 from last season. Ravichimeddiesode my beloved). Also every character has had great emotional conclusions to their plots this season (bathena cruise plot, buck coming out to eddie, madney wedding, chris 6x01 plot were all plots that started comedic! Not to mention henren/mara and whatever upcoming plot bobby has, which I expect to hit) so I expect the writers to keep that energy for eddie as well and if they dont then we have a problem!!

i really hope you're right!!

[sp11ked]

hey hi hello sorry for the lack of oc on ts (this) blog i aint been active much my fault gng take this quick low quality post as my penance </3