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[sw5w]

Neck and Neck

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:03:46

[princeanxious]

Fear the Daycare attendants all you like, but say one mean word to their faces and their handler will swoop in at a moments notice with a silent rage fueled by the many months of mental and emotional rehabilitation these three went through to ensure they could handle being re-released to the public.

Fazbear Entertainment might turn a blind eye to the animatronic rights movements that their highly specialized world renowned technology is absolutely a contribution towards, but this stout little animatronic handler didn’t pour their blood sweat and tears into helping rebuild these bots’ self confidence from the ground up every single day, for over half a year, to just let some entitled prick try and stomp over all the boys hardwork and progress at the drop of the hat.

Faz.Co can deal with the consequences of letting their two most expensive animatronics bond to one specific emotional support human whose made of like 70% protective feral rage at any given moment.

A good fit for the daycare, to be sure, but also a solid reminder that humans are just as capable of being the danger so many others label animatronics to be. (Moon is holding onto their handler for a reason, you know.)

(Edit: second take here)

[youkaiyume]

This Christmas Santa gave to me... A new job hell yeah.

After two months of job searching and over 70 applications I got a job offer! I accepted today and they still need to run their background checks or whatever but! If all goes well I will start January! It won't be as art heavy as my last job so hopefully I will have less chance of getting burnt out and being able to draw plenty outside of work. But I'm just stoked to get insurance again (internal screaming)

But I am very grateful for patreon and my patrons so that I was able to keep the lights on in the meanwhile.

Mama can feed her kitties again!

[mochakissedgold]

Now this? This is what I love to see and want more of from AEW as a company for 2024. If the main women's division can cook the way they did for Collision then I know for certain they can maintain that exact momentum across the other brands.

[pied-piper-pluto]

floored by the realization that gideon and harrowhark's storyline is, essentially, the same plot as the gift of the magi,

[the-awful-falafel]

randomly being reminded of the pixar inside out sequel is also reminding me that I should finally do art of that Pizza Tower Inside Out AU I conceptualized last year

Although I'm only going to use the core emotions shown in the first film (with more than a few major design liberties), because I came up with a specific Peppino emotion dynamic before the teaser for IO2 even dropped, and my attempts to squeeze in new emotions didn't really... work. I just think the core five emotions covering everything and combining / interacting with each other to create complexity allows for a lot more depth to their characters as well as more interesting character analysis for Peppino himself

[bizarrebazaar13]

re: that last reblog, Fires would be one of those drivers who speed up when they see yellow lights + don’t signal when they switch lanes or turn right on red. sorry.

[oasisofgalaxies]

Here’s my absolute favorite video from last night, love the dichotomy between Aurora’s little hand motions and then whatever Swiss is doing

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

I think in the grand tradition of Jirt, people who write Luthien and have partners should stick bits of their partners into her. My Luthien has a fondness for excessive cheek kisses and a specific smarmy "who, meeeeee :)" smile when she's deliberately being annoying. And can bridal-carry Beren without blinking but that's already a given.

[duunswitch]

❝ you don’t have to do this kinda stuff just to keep my mind off things. ❞ // from break :3

"Good thing I'm not doing it because I have to then, isn't it?" She set another slice of cake in front of him, leaning her chin on her hand as she watched him. "So eat your cake and stop complaining. Are you allergic to hemlock?"

[sw5w]

Teemto Pagalies Takes Off

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:58:58

[cuddledot]

You would not believe what character I want to dissect and maul right now

[astarab1aze]

As they both sat in cool grass beneath the stars, completely worn out by the midsummer day’s romp around the neighborhood, Kai fell uncharacteristically quiet. It was in times like these where he felt the loneliest— times where he knew he would soon have to return home.

He wanted to be with Loux every hour of the day. Even spending a few hours apart during summer break wrenched his heart out. He wanted to play fight and proudly wear the scrapes and bloody noses as medals of honor. He wanted to build forts out of trees and tarps and gather inside when the afternoon thunderstorms came. He wanted to eat popsicles and show each other their oddly-colored tongues when they finished. He wanted to stay like this forever, laying under the stars next to the only one who made him feel like he wasn’t born completely wrong.

When a chilly breeze reached the field, Kai shivered and inched closer to Loux’s warm body, looking at his annoyingly cute face that all the girls in their third grade class talked about. Why couldn’t they just stay like this? Why did he have to go home?

After an extended silence, he finally spoke, holding back the tears stinging his eyes.

“Do you think your parents loved you?”

Then…

“I don’t think mine do.”

The wind was cold, chilly, and it drove goosebumps to rise on his skin along his spine, arms, shins, and skinned knees, band-aids hanging on by a thread. He drew them up to his chest, mind torn in two between focusing too hard on what Kai was saying and whimpering over everything he'd gone through that year. Eight years old and both his parents were already dead and buried, little memories for the fat cats at the DRS, whoever those people were. Black suits like the secret service, idiots Loux often saw in the corners of the TV screen during an address.

Thinking about all the wrong things as to distract himself. He always was devious, thought too much, planned out even more with all the care an adult might've taken - combining common sense with simple cause and effect, figuring out the solutions to most things in his head before ever needing a pen and paper to show his work. He never liked math, or English - never liked having to show anyone how he got his answers to everything when they were just so clearly written! One plus one equalled two because there were two ones, right? Simple as that.

But, this was different - maybe. Different context, not so simple. Different. His best friend was near to sobbing over something he couldn't understand, because, yes, his parents did love him. He was certain enough about that. Nothing else, though. His parents loved him, but what good did that love do him? They were gone now. Dead. Buried under six feet of grass and dirt and ugly flowers to be eaten by worms and other gross things. Dead and gone. Even if they loved him, it's not like they'd come back and tell him everything would be alright without them. It's not like they'd come back at all, not on their own. Lennie and Lucy needed them more than he did, and he knew that. Knew that better than anyone. And that's what really did it for him, was the misery his sisters continued to go through even now, separated from them, forced into a system that'd never see them reunite.

And he thought of all the plans he'd thought were solid, good plans, and all the contingencies he'd had for them. How surprised Kai would be that he even knew and understood the word.

And then he thought of how wrong it was for a parent not to love their children. No matter how broken, ugly, terrified, or stupid - a parent should've always loved their children, even he knew that, early on and right away. Mothers and fathers had one job - to love and care for their children. Maybe that said something bad about their personal lives, but who cares? Who cares? Loux wasn't stupid; A parent stopped being themselves the second they had a kid. Or, at least, their lives stopped being about them. And so what? So what?

Losing some freedom, some ability to still be a kid, wasn't a good enough excuse to leave their own high and dry. To cry in the middle of a field next to a kid who couldn't cry anymore himself.

He was quiet a long time, at first bothered by Kai's proximity - surprised by it, even - then resting his head against his, pursing his lips. Sometimes, he wished he could've understood, and in others he wished he didn't have to worry about this at all. It hurt too much not to be able to help, to sympathize properly, and how did he understand that? He didn't know, but he did know it made things harder.

Kai needed help he couldn't give yet. And the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, fingernails digging little half-moons into his palms, biting at his skin like tiny knives. It didn't make any sense to him, that someone could just not love their own kid. And maybe he was lucky, maybe he was lucky to have had parents who loved him for even five minutes longer than Kai's, but he had nothing without them. His whole life fell apart the second they were out of the picture and he wondered if Kai knew that, if he understood.

Nothing was worse than having everything, then losing it as soon as you realized you had it.

It was...hard. It was very hard. To be what Kai needed in the moment. To know and understand that he just couldn't be what he needed then, but still having to be. And he cared so much about him, he couldn't just let it go for a while. He had to help, in any way he could, even if it was only a curl of his arm around him and a stupid quip.

"Well, yanno... F-fuck 'em? Fuck 'em. That's what th' big kids say! Fuck 'em. Right?" he huffed, chuffed, and sighed, thinking about how satisfying it'd be to see Kai's parents burning in front of him, where they couldn't hurt him anymore. If they couldn't love him, then so be it - but, in his mind, they would watch while he lived a better life as theirs crumbled. In his mind. In his. "If they don't love you, tha's okay. Ya got me, right? I'll love you, and you can love me back."

He bit his lip.

"You can love me back...and then we'll ne'er hafta worry 'bout whether anyone loves us or not. 'Cause we got each other, right? We got each other." Yet tiny sparks of unquenchable flames began to burn at his finger tips, singing fabric and skin alike, but whose was it? His or Kai's? He couldn't tell, didn't want to, emotions bubbling within strong enough to burn even the coldest of wicks, or whatever. He couldn't deal, couldn't live with the fact the person he liked and loved most, someone he knew would be his friend until the end, was sad, hurt, left behind by the people who were supposed to love him more. "You can love me back..."

[chunkecheeks]

a poll about which is the worst required reading book pains my soul as someone who read classic lit for fun and enjoyed most of them but catcher in the rye winning for the worst so far is very gratifying

[avaloniaofficial]

🪐immaculate vibes🪐