#klout

[southerngoffics]

"I'm gonna cast thunderwave."

[merrymarvelite]

Cover of the Day: Howard the Duck #5 (September, 1976) Art by Gene Colan

[auramgold]

[dontmakemetakemylightback]

You are not so smart that you can't engage with others and try.

You are not so broken that everyone will see you as a failure and Boone to be around.

You are not so attractive that everyone will want to see you in your skimpiest fits.

You are not so low in self-esteem that you hang onto every praise comment like it's validation of your worth.

You are worthy of care, of love, and of platonic friendship that borders on the romantic but doesn't cross the line to it.

You are worthy of going out in feminine clothing and looking pretty and covered.

You are worthy of being drooled over in your skimpiest fits.

You will come across many, many beautiful and pretty people, alluring in various ways. And will find those worthy of your honest company.

It fucks, heavily, to be lonely and wishing when you see everyone else having fun with people.

You will try again. Because even when the shit hurts, even when arguments start coming and it feels worse, you will do the thing you rarely did before.

You will be you.

Speaking, talking, crying, throwing tantrums, planning moves/hangouts/dates, showing up with the truth radiating out of your body.

You will be you. I promise you it matters. With all your honesty, with your more open vulnerability, with your amassed empathy and crafted discernment, Crafted and Refined ™️ the Discernment, you will be you.

And we'll be grateful for it

[passiflora-red]

[kungfu-grip]

Super Smash Dril: Mega Man

a horrible mechanical abomination attaches itself to my skull and injects my latest Klout score directly into my brain every thirty seconds.

[i-am-mr-k]

Both are valid.

[binomech]

“I hope,” Hermann says, “that you are aware that I consider you one of my closest friends.”

“I know,” Newt says, trying to drag the last threads of disappointment from his voice and limbic system. “Likewise. It would be impossible for me not to like you after all that epistolary brain sharing. I mean really.” He gives Hermann a crooked smile, but Hermann doesn’t turn to look at him.

“In fact,” Hermann says like a guy who isn’t quite done, “I—recently, my relationship with my family has become somewhat strained, and I—for me, you ah, have, to some degree, well, actually, to be fair, you have entirely taken on that sort of ‘classification’, if you will, by which I mean ‘family’ or some sort of—”

“What?” Newt says.

“Well,” Hermann continues, totally flustered, “I—”

Aaaaand that’s pretty much how far Hermann gets before Newt gives him a lateral hug where there is a very small amount of drunken crying on his shoulder, probably not even a noticeable it’s so small. “Ugh,” Newt says into Hermann’s blazer, “me too, man,” and then Hermann stops awkwardly patting him on the shoulder and shifts, like Newt’s totally unintelligible string of words are some kind of free pass to real hugging and so they do that for a while, a little bit glued together, a little bit like setting epoxy, and it turns out Newt is fine with this, this is perfect, this has been what it’s been about for Newt, where physical intimacy is a shortcut to personal and psychological and emotional intimacy so if it’s going to be this way, this way that it is right now, then that’s fine with Newt, that’s all he really wanted anyway, to just—to be in the permanent picture, to be a part of a Gottliebian reference frame for the rest of his days.

Hermann’s breathing is shallow and uneven, his chin digging into Newt’s shoulder when he says, “I had an argument with my father,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Newt says into his hair, because it isn’t a surprise.

“He effectively disowned me,” Hermann whispers.

“This fucking Wall,” Newt whispers, his voice cracking.

Hermann nods silently against Newt’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” Newt says. “We can still save it. We can still save all of it. Ten years from now, you’ll be going home for Hanukkah, just you wait, man. Just you wait.”

Hermann doesn’t say anything and Newt is eighty-five percent sure that Dr. Gottlieb’s doing some silent stress-weeping of his own so Newt just sits there, feeling partially miserable and also partially amazed because they have not ever hugged before and this is like, falling off a personal intimacy cliff or something. Newt’s fine with that, except his back hurts a little bit, he’s twisted slightly, but he does not want to mess this up, this—whatever this is—he’s slightly worried that if he tries to effect any kind of shift he’s going to end up ruining whatever delicate, dynamic, and bizarre equilibrium is going on right here right now. But while Newt is, admittedly, possessed of a good number of freeze-in-the-oncoming-traffic instincts at the moment, he’s also equally sure that he has a little more interpersonal klout in Gottliebian ledgers than he’d maybe previously thought, so he says, “come on,” and when Hermann says “where,” he says “nowhere,” and kicks off his shoes, and backs up, with a whole array of vulnerable, open handed signals that say ‘do not leave me here waiting for you on this bed, Dr. Gottlieb, honestly,’

And that is how they end up on Newt’s bed, fully clothed, under dim lights, in an unfamiliar room, Hermann’s head resting on Newt’s shoulder, Newt’s arm across his back.

“I am so sorry,” Hermann says, “that she died.”

“Oh god,” Newt says, his voice cracking. It takes him a few seconds before he can go on. “Me too. I saw it coming for so long, but somehow it still managed to surprise me. That was the worst part of it.”

“I know it was,” Hermann whispers, his voice ragged.

Newt’s expression cracks and then reforms.

“She would have loved your talk,” Hermann says.

“You think so?” Newt asks thickly.

“She would have adored it. I have absolutely no doubt,” Hermann replies.

Newt collects himself and asks, “did your father see your talk?”

“I don’t believe so, no,” Hermann replies.

Newt nods.

“Did you see it?” Hermann asks.

Newt very nearly says yes.

But he doesn’t.

Because there are limits to human endurance and he cannot lie here, in this bed, with Dr. Gottlieb, and discuss his talk, the purple lights, the way that he had made a hostile, restive crowd bend under the weight of well presented science, the years of all their thoughts exchanged in letters and in briefings, the hours in their labs, the late nights drinking coffee, the slow disintegration of all they’ve tried to build, all the things Newt knows and all the things he doesn’t about the things that crawl from trenches, deep beneath the sea.

“I skipped it,” Newt says. “I’m sure it was great.”

“It wasn’t,” Hermann says.

Newt shuts his eyes.

Out of Many Scattered Things by cleanwhiteroom

[fictionfactorygames]

Happy #NationalSuperheroDay , which is apparently a thing that exists! Which Capebook Crusader do you want to save the day -- scrappy young Farsight, influencer hero Klout, or the psychic omegachad Muscle Memory?

[winstein-nin]

Mario Characters as Batman Villains 41 - Troff & Scoff + Tweedledum & Tweedledee

Our subject of today are two relatively lesser-known characters that hail from Donkey Kong 64, beloved and disliked for various reasons. Troff & Scoff are two rotund guys that guard the gates that lead to the bosses, and their rotundness is why I think they are suitable for Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

The initial suggestion for the pair of guys (who were not originally twins until later where one of the guys is replaced with an actual twin) was Kuff 'n' Klout, but they are generic enemies so I think they won't stand out. Although that suggestion was shot down, I remembered that these two exist, meaning that the Tweeds at least have some representation.

It was challenging to figure out what to base their costumes on, because there are versions where they are dapper, and versions where they resemble more closely to their Alice in Wonderland counterparts. I decided on the more dapper look but with a hint of playfulness from the original literary characters they are based on, which is why they have propeller caps underneath their top hats. In fact, for some reason Troff and maybe Scoff looks right with them!

No word on if they have chest piercings underneath their suits, though.

Thank you for reading.

[auramgold]

[maximumsunshine]

If I tried to explain the night I'm having, y'all would accuse me of making it up for bullshit tumblr klout. But there is just this level of insanity and chaos that happens when a group of strangers pack bounds over the shared experience of hour 6+ in the ER waiting room, and one of them is an extrovert trying to ignore the fact he's full of nitroglycerin after a cardiac event, and thus is feeling talkative and everyone around him is his new bestie.

[passiflora-red]

[ineffable-hyperfixation]

If you people don't start reblogging art (and writing!!!) I'm gonna start biting you

Look at this shit

These are the top 4 today, LESS THAN HALF of the people who liked it have reblogged. That first one especially makes me want to chew glass

Oh! But those are in the top today! So surely everyone will see them!? No?? A lot of people don't go into the tags! And also think how many more people would see them! You can only like something once! Even if every one of those only had 1 follower that's still roughly 300 more eyes on the work!!

But those are new, you say. Surely the older stuff isn't like this? Incorrect! Let's sort by top of the last year

TRAVESTY *bops you all with a newspaper* that last one is one of my all time favorites (I'm going to list them in a reblog, because I know sometimes too many links kills a post) it's an amazing piece of art and look how little love it has

It has FOUR TIMES more likes than reblogs???? Think how many people could've seen this artist's amazing work!

Excuses I see:

It won't fit my blog: a) you can make multiple blogs! This is my side blog, I made it in October, tagged things appropriately (used the good omens tag for a bit, I've dropped it now since), and have gained a nice handful of followers! That wasn't the point but I'm glad you're all here (hai!)

b) it's your blog! Use it how you want to!! "Oh people will unfollow me!" this isn't the I have followers klout website. This is the have fun and hope you can make someone else's day fun in the process website. If it sparks joy, reblog it!

I don't wanna upset op with spam: that does not happen here. Artists, writers, and bloggers love seeing you. Go nuts

Reblogging is time consuming: you can quick reblog (on mobile hold down on the reblog button and swipe up to the blog you want, sorry idk how on computer but I know you can) reblogging is only time consuming if you want to comment or tag. If you're willing to leave a reply you should have time to reblog! (Commenting and replying both have their place, it's ok to reply only while still reblogging!!)

Tagging things intimidates me: people carry on entire conversations in the tags, people leave the wildest shit as tags, people have confusing tags to organize their blogs, people leave absolutely no tags at all! You do not have to tag things!!

I have my likes turned on so people can see: you look like a bot, stop that. Empty blogs get blocked! I'm begging some of you to please reblog something. No one goes straight to people's blogs to look exclusively at their stuff (....ok well some people do but most people just scroll their dash)

Likes are bookmarks! That's it! Or a way to interact with some random thing someone said about their day that you can tell they don't necessarily need reblogged. This isn't twitter, where (apparently?) reblogging something is kinda frowned upon. This isn't instagram where likes mean everything. This is Tumblr, and it survives on reblogs!

[uniasus]

fic rec! PJO, set after TOA. 38K

Summary: Medusa’s sculptures are mysteriously coming back to life. Percy doesn’t think murder is an unreasonable action given the circumstances.

Comments: I love how messy this fic is in terms of emotional complications. Percy is pissed at Thalia for trading him for Jason, even as they both mourn him. Gabe is human again, which is a huge mess because he wants nothing to do with him but Gabe is using Percy's name to build klout at camp.

Poseidon and Athena seem willing to let Medsua do what she wants in revenge, sending Percy, Thalia, and Annabeth on a quest to see what she wants. And what they did was...bad. How can you hate your dad for something he did, even as you love him? How can you pity a monster, want to right her wrongs, even knowing she once tried to kill you and had killed thousands?

Despite the mess, the story still has a conclusion that's satisfying, because you can tell it's good for the characters. They're good with the ending, so the reader is good, even if things are still messy.

Also, Paul is in this fic for maybe 300 words but I love all of them.

[supernova1us]

I've written up a whole pitch for a Donkey Kong movie spinoff of the mario bros movie

I truly love donkey kong as a franchise and couldn't get this idea out of my head after seeing the movie so had to just type it up( in a mix of excitement, boredom and being very high) put it out and see what others thought of it.

The movie would have a lot of heart and be the age old story of the hero wanting to keep his carefree lifestyle and not have to rise to leadership/responsibility. The movie would be a time skip of a few years after the Mario bros movie so it relies less on those events outside of DK still resenting being beaten by Mario and is pushing a bit too hard to be seen as the best. The time skip would also allow for making cranky a bit older and closer in look/voice to his usual look.

Dk would be the champion of the kongs and continuously drive off various incursions of their kremling enemies through the kingdom; it would be shown that the kong “army” is more for show and primarily just protects their boarders. The expectations of cranky for him to step up as a leader and mature would be the major weight on him.

A lot of emphasis on the family aspect of the kongs, with each member being a positive influence/voice for DK. Diddy and dixie constantly tag along with DK, looking up to him but he doesn’t quite “appreciate” them at the outset. Funky would be DKs cousin, live away from the city at the beach, have his plane and have the Jamaican accent and some bits of the spirituality of his animated series self. Candy kong would have her 64 design but redesigned so her height/proportions closer align with the other kongs. Playing up her dkc mini game/64 role, she’d be a music lover/dance instructor and be DKs main emotional anchor and the one who has been soothing his insecurities. Swanky kong would also reappear as a sleezy businessman but playing on the gag from the Mario movie, constantly ends up the butt of bad luck. Chunky kong, kiddy kong, Tiny kong and lanky kong are not main characters but have some lines and appear frequently and join in aiding in the finale. Other cameos would be bluster kong, yeti kong(eddie the mean old yeti), manky kong, redneck kong, dread kong, sumo kong, karate kong, ninja kong, and uncle kong. Also some scattered appearances of the bear brothers and tiki tak tribe members.

Kremlings trying to steal/destroy bananas to weaken the kongs, as usual, but king k rool is also using this as a distraction for a major operation; tunneling under the ground to strike at the kongs directly. The main kremling crew besides K rool would be klump(64 design), kalypso(possibly with her kressa concept design), kludge, kip, kass, koptor and, to a lesser degree, k lumsy. Other notable kremlings appearing as cameo/small parts would be krusha(a lieutenant), krunch, kasplatt, klobber/kaboom and Kuff n Klout. The main kremling army would be made up of kritters(most of which various shades of green but scattered blue and orange variants), but also klaptraps, rock krocs and kops. A montage of other confrontations with kremlings would also show some of the pirate kremlings, klubba, kackle/bones and kerozene.

So here is the main breakdown of the plot

-intro of DK being lazy and having to go deal with a kremling crisis, interspaced with an opening montage of DKs life and past deeds/adventurers, including events from the Mario movie and various game references.

He then heads back home and there is a quick intro to most of the cast as he is nonchalant as he is praised by his peers. Meets up with candy for a lunch date and is constantly pestered by diddy and dixie. He is summoned to meet with cranky who is aging and exasperated by DK not taking eventually being king serious and it is clear DK is not interested and wants to go back to a carefree life style and the two argue until DK leave upon hearing Funky’s plane arrive. At the same time, kremling Koptor spies on the kong city before reporting back to king k rool, who plots with his main minions as his kritters work on a large weapon.

The two reconnect and DK clearly wishes he could live funky’s easygoing life but is rebuffed by him. Another kremling attack on banana groves is reported and DK reluctantly goes to deal with it, followed by diddy and dixie. The kremlings are easily driven off; DK thinks nothing of it and overhypes his abilities, but diddy is suspicious; an amused K rool watches from a distance. As the kongs celebrate another victory for DK, diddy tells cranky of his suspicions and he confronts DK on the information. Another very public argument ensues between the two and an angry cranky reveals he isn’t DKs father, but raised him after his father, DK jr, died. An angry and heartbroken DK denounces cranky and his future throne and leaves.

He goes to visit funky and stays in his old jungle tree house from when he was younger. Diddy and dixie show up, having followed him, to try and lift his spirit; candy is in a kart and on her way as well, having been tipped off by chunky and tiny. DK, moping, goes to the cave below the tree house where he used to keep his bananas but finds it empty and opened to a much larger cavern beneath. The trio investigates and finds a large mining operation the kremlings have been opening underground, using enslaved mole miners, heading towards the kong city. They attempt to thwart it and DK challenges K rool directly but underestimates him and gets beaten. The trio are imprisoned and diddy/dixie befriend their guard, the massive yet simple k lumsy.

At the same time a saddened cranky regrets what he said and is comforted by the spirit of his deceased wife, wrinkly kong, who implores him to mend the relationship and accept DK for who he is. DK apologizes for taking diddy and dixie, as well as his responcibilities, for granted and helps them escape. He declines their getting help for him, as this was his fault, and sends them to warn cranky of the kremlings plan. He is likewise comforted and encouraged by wrinkly’s spirit and he befriends k lumsy into letting him free. DK frees the captive animal buddies and with them causes chaos and the collapse of the cavern. The moles all dig to safety and the kremlings flee; K rool leaves DK to perish while revealing the collapse is pointless as his weapon has already reached its destination and he has already won. DK and the animal buddies are dug up by diddy, dixie, funky and candy, who ride the animals back to kong city.

They return and DK and cranky reconcile; cranky reveals he’s actually DKs grandfather, DK the 1st(everyone just started calling him cranky), and his son, DKs father, was killed by King k rool. Cranky has always held guilt for this as the war with the kremlings was partially his fault, as he refused to acknowledge the kremlings as equals, which incurred K rools wrath. Suddenly from beneath the center of the city rises K rools weapon: a titanic, steampunk crocodile robot that begins attacking the city. Given hope by his friends, he leads them and the other kongs in repelling the death machine and the kremling troops within. Carts are used to tangle its legs while the kongs damage it by throwing barrels. DK finally nails it with enough exploding barrels at its joints that it collapses and explodes.

K rool has been watching from a distance and is in a rage at his defeat when DK arrives. They are confident in defeating him when his friends join and a battle royal erupts. When the tide turns against K rool, he orders k lumsy, revealed to be one of his siblings, to intervene but he refuses to hurt his new kong friends. DK finally lays out K rool, who orders a retreat but swears revenge. Sometime later, DK is crowned as king by cranky(the coronation has him holding the crystal coconut and golden banana) but he insists on a more hands off, relaxed reign(no crown or thrown), which cranky accepts; DK officially takes diddy and dixie as his “heroes in training”. Eventually, kremlings, led by K rools main minions, are destroying bananas trees and DK swings out to help, now joined by his friends. They swing through the canopy and jump through the tree line towards the shocked kremlings. Low shot of DK high in the air and diving with a punch shouting “It’s on like…” when the screen cuts and the DK rap starts playing as the credits role.

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