#mo'ed

[icy-watch]

I am so glad this was slow-mo'ed. This is such a cool shot.

[beebeedee]

owen: why rat in house?

cassidy: it's not a rat, honey. this is your brother's cat.

owen: mally love cat mo'e tan me??

[thespookyskellyboy]

〞'EEYY, SKIDDO! Ahh, it's been so long since I even saw you, hehe! I needa to walk a'ound mo'e places... 〞

〞How you doing? And whe'e's you' f'iend? I neve' see you two NOT togethe'- 〞

He jumped at the "EYYY" since he wasn't expecting anyone but saw it was the silly lady and waved

"HIIYYEEEEE!! Hellllooo!! Im good!!"

but when he was asked about pump his face went bwwwomp/silly

"Hes not feeling well..-"

but then his expression changed into a silly smile

"Buttttttt its ok!! Im getting him lots and lots of candy for when he feels better!!"

[krissneedsleep]

hanahaki part 3

(Soap- Purple, Simon- Red, Gary- Blue, Makarov- green, Price- Pink, Kyle- Orange)

Bishop got in with the medics who rushed to Laswell and help her onto the gurney.

"Half of the base is damaged and some of them are still here." Bishop informs them. "One of you can go with Kate."

"I'll stay." Roach tells them. "I haven't been on a mission for a while."

"Guess I'll go with laws." Gaz walked away with Kate to the transport to the hospital.

Ghost took Roach to the helipad leaving the taking over the base back to Agent Bishop.

The helicopter arrived and they got on. Killing the pilot and co-pilot as they were wearing the wrong uniform and took their seats and flew to where Soap and Price were.

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Soap knew the place well and struggled to carry the bleeding, passed out captain on his back. He made a stop at a coffee shop, placed the captain on a somewhat untouched sofa and searched for supplies. He searched the kitchen when he heard Price speak again. He ran back to him.

"Cap! Hang on." Soap helped the captain to sit up.

"Wh-what'-ss happening?" He tried to ask Soap.

"Makarov shot you and my comms are somewhat down and yours is broken. I carried you here." Soap replied. "Come on. Turn I gotta disinfect it." Soap didn't care that his accent is coming back.

Price tried to take off his vest and then turn, so Soap helped him out. Soap got tot the wound and cleaned it and put bandages on him.

"Bullet is still in there. Once we get back you need surgery. " He stood up to throw away the bloodied cottons and fabric. " Here. Put it on." He hands price a clean shirt he found.

Price took it. " I got a question for you." Soap hums a reply. "What's your real name?" Soap stopped and looks at Price.

"Why do you ask?" And came closer with bottles of water.

"Makarov called you Ivanka and I want to know why." Price took a bottle. "Before the others are going to question you."

Soap stayed silent for a bit. "Ivanka MacTavish." He replied to him. "Real's name Ivanka Machavish." (Accent! Btw)

Price looks a t him, eyes soft like a father's. Johnny looks away. Price then starts to feel like he's about to pass out again. Johnny took notice.

He helped Price to lay down. "Get some sleep. I'll wake you when we're leaving." He told him before John passed out for the second time that day.

Night fell and Soap woke up the captain for as they both got back onto the road to avoiding the enemy.

They got only a third of the path to the safehouse when Soap coughed the petals out, again.

"You need rest." Price tells his sergeant.

"The team needs you mo'e 'han me. Le's get our asses to the safe house." Soap replied and continued walking with Price.

They both walked and walked, talking about random subjects to entertain and keep the other awake. A few enemy solders were walking around looking for them two but died by Soap and Price's hands.

The sun was rising and they hid away in a abandoned hotel, Soap let Price sleep first as he is the most injured out of the two.

Ghost and Roach searched the places they been in the air and then they landed. They continued to search on foot.

The two found dead solders and a note book at some Café. Ghost recognized it as Soap's.

Near the notebook, there was blood and two empty bottles of water.

"They were here," Roach spoke. "Both alive."

"One dying. There's a lot of almost dried blood." Ghost pointed out. "Let's go. They might have not gone far." They continued to search for them as Nik flew around before going back to base for refill.

Price woke up to Soap coughing again but this time one month was up and to the petals there was blood.

"Soap-" Price put a hand on the other. "I'll take watch. No need to torture you longer." Soap relentlessly agreed and lied down to get some shut eye.

Price got worried for Soap. He knew how long it takes to kill one. He took his gun and watched the door and Soap for anything.

Price got worried for Soap. He knew how long it takes to kill one. He took his gun and watched the door and Soap for anything.

While Kate Laswell got taken to the hospital and into surgery, making Gaz wait for Kate's wife to arrive and for Kate to stay alive after the surgery. He called her wife and gave her the address.

They both stood worried waiting around the waiting room for a few hours before a doctor came in and asked for Laswell's wife. She replied by asking how she is and the man replied.

"I am truly sorry, but your wife is dead." The man gave them an apologetic look. " We tried everything. The trick you did, sergeant worked for a while, of it lasted a bit more, maybe she'd lived."

Laswell's wife hugged Gaz as she cried onto his shoulder.

"I guess I'll call Ghost and tell him." The doctor led them to where Kate's body is and waited outside so the two of them can have a moment.

Ghost sat down to where Soap probably sat at and gets a call. He answers it and puts it at his  ear.

"Ghost speak-" "Laswell's dead." Gaz spoke pushing back tears. "What?"  "She's dead, Simon." Gaz's voice bit more broken and sad. "She- she can't be."  "I'm sorry mate, but it's true." The Ghost hung up the call and looks at Roach.

Roach looks back to Simon with concern. "Laswell's dead..." Simon told him. "She's not- she-" Gary went to hug him as Simon cried, The non-physical Ghost mask broken on the floor with Roach's.

Them both knowing that Price and Soap has no idea of what just happened.

[jjd-is-here-again]

〞... 〞

〞W'o do you think it's panicking mo'e 'ight now? 〞

〞HAH! That's not a valid answe', you dumb lil' thing. 〞

[ezralva]

Wow, the animators really didn't give any mercy to lessen the gore of MimiNana's slaughtered scene, they even fcken slow-mo'ed and zoomed in the whole slashes and blood spilled. Incredible. 💀🙃

[il3x]

listening to this closing my eyes watching a lisa/*ziz amv in my mind. important note this is an amv made by cutting and editing bits of an existing show. animated show probably. but still. it's very trippy and symbolic

and while we're at it:

listening to this closing my eyes and watching a generic but fun taylor ass-kicking compilation. also made by cutting the secret worm show in my mind but this one is 3d animated. this is what I'd put on a redditguy worm 3D animation if I had the choice. lots of bits of this one are artfully slow-mo'ed. dramatic camera angles up the wazoo

[widthofmytongue]

I just wanted to say that i saw your "next year among the diaspora" post and it really settled something that I've been wrestling internally. I wanted to thank you for sharing that story. Chag Pesach Sameach!

Shalom aleichem aun gut'n Mo'ed, meyn freynd.

I am very glad it reached you with positivity. Especially as considering something unconsidered in that which we have considered a thousand times before is at the very heart of Pesach. All the more when it aids us to better realise liberation, as individuals and as a community. So in many ways even this exchange is a mitzvah, and I will return my thanks to you for helping me realise that.

I think we need to read these things, whether the Haggadah or Albert Memmi's The Colonizer And The Colonised, in ways that help us understand how to uphold the mitzvot in meaningful ways, rather than dwell on mainstream simplifications. I spoke about this with a comrade (@derdra), who observed that letting liberal nationalism stake claim to our liturgical language effectively cedes ground to zionist narratives, and I essentially agree. But I also believe that we, the diaspora, must celebrate how we endure and thrive across the globe.

So I'll thank you again, for reminding me that we really are never alone. When we bless our wine, when we light our candles, when we stumble over our broken Hebrew, when we pledge solidarity with Palestine, and with all the people of the world who live under the yoke of oppression, we stand together.

Chag Pesach sameach, and solidarity forever!

[cangse-sanren]

sorry for coming out of nowhere lol what does mo'e mean?

it’s this bitch ^

technically in proper pinyin it’s moe or mo e but how many people on this site are going to read either of those correctly yk

[sociallyawkwardsailor]

Mo just keeps...Mo'ing.

[dfroza]

An ancient “holiday”

A post by John Parsons:

The prophetic holiday of Tu B’Av begins this evening at sundown, chaverim....

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Tu B'Av, the 15th day of the month of Av, is a time associated with love and joy in Jewish tradition. Just as Yom Kippur originally celebrated the reconciliation of Israel to the LORD after the sin of the Golden Calf, so Tu B'Av originally celebrated the reconciliation of Israel for the Sin of the Spies. Therefore both the fifteenth of Av and Yom Kippur became joyous times celebrating loving restoration to the LORD. The Babylonian Talmud (Ta'anit 31a) states "Israel had no holidays as joyous as the fifteenth of Av and the Day of Atonement, when the maidens of Israel would go out and dance in the vineyards..."

An old Jewish legend says that 40 days before a person is conceived in the womb, God decrees who that person's life partner will be (Talmud: Mo'ed Katan 18b). The sages calculate that Tu B'Av falls 40 days before Elul 25, the traditional date of the creation of the universe, and infer that at that time - before the foundation of the world - God "chose us to be His beloved (Eph. 1:4). At any rate, Tu B’Av reminds us of the deeper truth that you were created to be in a love relationship with God!

Chag Tu B'Av Sameach, ahuvim.

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Jer. 31:3b reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/jer31-3b-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/jer31-3b-lesson.pdf

For more on Tu B'Av see:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Holidays/Summer_Holidays/Tu_B_Av/tu_b_av.html

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[that-dinopunk-guy]

Last year I tried making some of my various characters in Hero Forge, to varying degrees of success. I think this one, the alien space pirate Ip-Sing Fesh from my space opera 'verse, came out the best. And I just came across it again today so here it is.

Ip-Sing is a Mo'e-Mo'e, which are essentially a race of four-foot-tall marsupial space goblins. Specifically she is a Child of the Void, one of those who chose to remain as space-wandering nomads rather than settle as refugees following the destruction of their homeworld at the hands of one of the local dick-waving galactic superpowers.

Not shown here is her sweet space helmet, with a retractable faceplate that I imagine as looking something like a Balinese mask:

It also has a built-in voice modulator to make her sound like the Mouth of Sauron. (Without it she sounds more like Dexter. The one with the laboratory.)

Also, since the Mo'e-Mo'e are marsupials I based their teeth in my head on those of Thylacoleo:

Ip-Sing had her chompers coated in a gold-colored metal alloy both for decoration (jewelry being a liability on a spaceship in a setting where inertial dampening isn't really a thing), and to protect them from damage when she uses her species' natural ability to projectile vomit as a defense mechanism.

[thecreativeforge]

continued from x | @dramatisperscnae

It was near the end of the night, and then this had to happen. Jason didn't know what to laugh about more: how badly he wanted to have this moment recorded and slow-mo'ed so he could tease Dick around with it for eternity, or how badly he actually felt for Dick to have been this exhausted that he wouldn't notice a discarded beer bottle on the floor right in front of him. Jason wasn't quick enough to stop him from tripping over it, not quick enough to stop that nasty hit to the head, but he was definitely swift enough to pick him up and take him to the nearest safehouse he knew.

Luckily, it wasn't too serious. He was concerned with Dick having a concussion, so he tried not to move him around too much, grabbing the first aid kit as he entered the place and sat down on the couch with Dick on his lap, trying not to move his around too much from the same princess carry position he brought him in. He reached over to unlatch the masks and removed them off his face, taking a breather and looked over as Dick settled against him, an amused smile over Jason's lips.

"Mhm. Sure you are, bird boy." he teased quietly and opened a gauze pad package with his teeth, starting to clean the trail of blood down Dick's face and being even more gentle when he touched the wound itself. "And I'm the queen of England. At least the wound isn't too serious, but I'm sure you left a nasty dent on that dumpster."

[child-of-the-deep]

〞... 〞

JJD just stayed silent, trying to understand the situation as she's slightly confused on why would he care. Soon, it quickly clicks in.

〞OOOH, it's the 'love-hate' thing. I dunno how it wo'ks, but good fo' you! 〞

〞Has you' cult been doing anything mo'e inte'westing? Things a'we way too bo'ing a'ound here. 〞

“It isn’t a “love-hate” situation I just don’t beat up sick people”

“Ahem- and my group has been- up to the usual. Nothing you should worry about. Pleasing our lord and spreading joy such and such bla bla”

[the-forgottenone]

oh no

don't worry you'll get better

I 'an' 'a' no'ma' any mo'e...

[jjd-is-here-again]

I assume he did not take it too well?

〞OHOHOOH, NOPE! I mean, no one does, duh, but I liked his 'eactions better! Eve'ytime I went after him he got mo'e and mo'e mad and whiny at me, just p'iceless! 〞

〞Plus I think he's not the biggest fan of his own sno'ts, and I talk about them a lot. You can't blame me! They'we ado'able! 〞