#most people are trash

[corpsemo]

Motherfuckers will find somone unattractive and then say something along the lines of "you can't even demolish, absolutely destroy and ridicule somone because of "woke" anymore". Brother really? It has never been Okay! The way you perceive and treat others is a mindset, dickhead!

[rocceater]

love it when people draw aus differently so some ideas for art styles and designs

ink belongs to comyet fresh belongs to loverofpiggies dream + nightmare belong to joku-blog

[palmettoshenanigans]

I present to you all: The Most OOC Andreil Headcanon I Hold Dear To My Chesticles

Andrew doesn't get jealous. Instead he gets unbearably smug. How?

He's pretty much the only one who can make Neil laugh freely. He begins to crack jokes in public on purpose. I did that, he thinks all smug and proud and staring and memorizing and basking and

Neil has several smiles, some small like his My Foxes smile, some he wipes off his face like his I Get It From My Dad smile. But his best smile is his My Drew Smile, and Andrew takes great satisfaction in making it appear where others can see. I did that, he thinks all self satisfied while he preens and stares and

Neil doesn't really care for too many non-practical things as gifts. The Foxes have mastered buying him things he'll actually enjoy - Exy gear, running shoes, some secret third thing I can't think of. But Andrew? Andrew realized that anything he gets Neil is an instant hit. Especially if Andrew made it himself. Cue Andrew getting into woodworking and making Neil wooden trinkets - mini foxes and mini rabbits and mini exy rackets. Andrew wins every Gift Giving Spectacle when Neil gets that Look on his face: not just delight but utter Cherish. I did that, Andrew thinks all proud while he breathes it in and stares and cherishes right back and

Andrew gets smug about Making Neil Happy and shows off his Skills to all these other losers with their skill issues because Look, I can make someone happy. I make him happy. I did that. I did that. I do that.

[fkitwebhaal]

The first time Gortash meets the Chosen one of Bhaal, he asks for their name.

No one calls them by their name in their temple, instead sticking to “Chosen” or “Herald.” The Chosen of Bhaal looks at him like he said something funny and responds.

“Pick one.”

So Gortash does. And thus begins a pattern.

Are they going on a stealth mission and need an alter ego? Gortash pick a name.

What should Gortash’s guards call them when they visit through the front entrance? “Pick a name , Enver, it’s not like I go through the front door anyway.”

What name should he give to a comrade who could use an assassin on hire? “Think of something clever, you always do.”

It’s not that the Chosen of Bhaal doesn’t have a name, he learns. They did once. But then their father called them to his service and “a surgeon doesn’t name their knife” and well, a steady name seemed kind of pointless. Titles worked just fine and well, an assassin benefits from having quite a few alter egos. Until Gortash, they really didn’t talk to anyone enough outside the Temple for a name to even be needed.

It’s a fucked up dynamic, really. Gortash can have the illusion of control over this Bhalspawn with the names , but its control that’s given freely. They are something he wants to control but never truly can. He is something they should destroy but don’t desire to.

Much later, the Former Chosen of Bhaal walks into Gortash’s coronation. He grins, and asks them “what name should I call you this time friend?”

When they respond with an actual name, he almost can’t hide his surprise.

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Choi Han, for a test from a god, is sent to an unknown land with "Cale."

Choi Han, upon arrival, realizes something is strange about this Cale. He's got a similar appearance to his own Cale but the eyes are sharper, with a witty bite to his tongue and a quick sneer always at the ready.

He's clearly confused and distressed about being in a strange place with a strange person but he does his best to not let it show. His hand reaches for a bottle of alcohol that isn't there.

Choi Han thinks that this Cale isn't like his Cale at all.

Choi Han has a hunch that this Cale is the one from before Kim Rok Soo's possession. It makes sense. So he isn't his Cale.

However, though Choi Han wants to become cold to this stranger version of Cale, when he looks into those red-brown eyes and sees fear, he draws back. It's an instinctual feeling that he gets, right as Cale is spitting more vile words to cover up the trembling in his hands, that he doesn't want to see even a terrible Cale be afraid of him.

This doesn't stop them from arguing. Through towns, forests, deserts, they both learn on an intimate level that they would never, ever get along. Cale is too loud, too threatening, and Choi Han can't resist from debating with this strange Cale about morals, of all things. They argue constantly.

Though they argue, Choi Han can't help himself from sometimes mistaking this Cale for his own. He tells himself it's because they look alike.

They're both in the midst of an argument when a noble-like individual approaches them with cloying words, which seek to lure them inside of the noble's home. Choi Han is suspicious, but before he has the chance to decline, Cale steps in front of Choi Han and demands to speak to the noble who wants to see them.

The noble-like individual turns out to be the servant of a more powerful man, something that Cale saw through immediately.

Choi Han is stunned.

How did this, this trashy Cale with no moral upstanding, clock the intentions of a person so quickly and accurately?

He asks him directly. Cale shrugs. Choi Han believes he's mistaken when Cale's eyes flicker with calculating intent. They don't discuss it further.

Little moments like these keep occurring. Cale does something impressive, Choi Han inquires, and Cale downplays it with a sneer or an insult and refuses to speak about it again. It's weird and strange but it's familiar. Extremely so. Not the insulting, and the sneer is too odd to be his own Cale's face, but it's familiar in the sense that they both underestimate themselves. They both refuse to acknowledge what lies under the surface of their visage.

This Cale is a strange individual. He swears and laughs and grins, he's too calm about their situation, and it's difficult to get through to him when he makes up his mind about something. But the strangest thing is that all of these things remind Choi Han of his Cale.

Finally, it all comes down to a final battle. One more fight and both himself and this Cale can go back to where they belong. Choi Han is ready.

Cale receives a power from a book before the battle and it's unlike anything Choi Han has ever seen. But the coughing up of blood makes him have Cale swear to never use it. Cale swears.

Choi Han makes Cale promise to stay on the sideline and not approach. Cale easily agrees.

They get to the last stage, the last time they'll see each other again, and the villain of this world is too powerful. It's as if he weren't meant for them to fight. It's as if he were made so that they struggle.

Choi Han swings his blade to block a blow that he knows he can't block, knows might end him, and he thinks about how he can't possibly die right now and leave this Cale behind... but he's too weak.

He wonders what his Cale would do in this moment, when everything seems hopeless and nothing is working.

Cale steps in front of him and uses his power to its fullest extent.

White light is shining everywhere, blinding Choi Han who keeps his burning eyes open, desperately keeps his eyes on the Cale that's bleeding from his mouth and his nose and his eyes and his skin is starting to crack, crack like he is about to turn into dust and disappear.

Cale turns to look at Choi Han.

"Ah. I was worried it wouldn't be enough to take out the villain." His eyes stained with blood curl up in a smile. A ball of dread sits in Choi Han's stomach. "I'm glad. I'm really, really..." eyes drifting closed, his body begins to shatter further and further. "Happy for you, Choi Han."

This is why they felt familiar.

It's with a cry of grief and anger, anger at himself, that Choi Han reaches out to hold Cale, hold onto even a piece of him.

Cale's eye, the only one left as he is disintegrating, widens.

Choi Han grasps a fragment that's about to vanish from Cale's chest, somewhere next to his heart, and this piece doesn't break, doesn't disappear from Choi Han's hand. It stays solid and firm and real-

And it's all that Choi Han is left with when the gods test ends.

Choi Han wakes up, surrounded by his family, with a red, glass marble in his hand. He holds it to his chest. It hurts.

It hurts.

[housederiva]

Hello! If you would like a little more context about what happened: yes, a bunch of people completely and I think willfully misconstrued what Kala said and started spreading a lot of disinformation. Kala was warning about the embargo for the huge press preview event held in San Francisco being up on the 19th and people started saying that "playtesters" were going to start posting untagged spoilers because they were mad on power or something. It became so absurd that somewhere down the grapevine some were even convinced that "playtesters" were given the whole game and that they were going to spoil it which is not true and not how review codes work in the first place. I don't even think that those people were aware of the press event, they just decided to believe what they wanted about the spoiler warning and run with it for a whole day. The personal attacks started almost immediately. No matter that Kala has been saying that she was going to tag spoilers for months, that many members of the community council repeatedly stated that they are still under NDA for what they saw during development or that content creators being invited to press events and previews is normal. Also, there were hundreds of attendees, standard press included. They got to play for around 6 hours and they have been given guidelines about what they're allowed to talk about, as it always happens. That's industry standard. All of that was public information way before Kala's tweet was posted (I was already aware of the details because a couple of Italian creators I follow posted about it before and after the event) so there's really no excuse for their behavior.

[dan-ish]

Normal day of a TCF soldier

Today's battle might be my last day. I don't know if I'm going to make it back home to my family. The enemy has mages , bear tribe , lion tribe and even many others dressed in black in their army. It feels like we're going to have a hard time. Well fortunately, our side has the greatest commander who uses his shield and strategies to win the battles; our hero the young master silver shield, Cale Henituse.

He's now standing straight facing the enemy while giving us his back, and he's..... holding a wip? And talking to himself ?? is that ok? Well what do I know I'm just a soldier..... Anyway, the enemy started firing at us and the commander has immediately activated his sheild and water ancient ... Wait a minute since when did he have a water ancient power like that!? AND NOW HE'S ATTACKING THEM WITH THUNDER BOLTS!!! WHAT IS THIS?!! A GOLDEN DRAGON!! WHERE DID HE COME FROM !? WAIT ISN'T COMMANDER CALE COUGHING BLOOD? HE'S DYING!! NOW HIS PEOPLE ARE GOING CRAZY AND DESTROYING EVERYTHING!! WHAT IS GOING ON!?

..................

And the battle is over, the commander has fainted, the enemy retreated and we won .. why am I even here ?

[underwhelmingalchemist]

Made this for a discord server I’m in, thought I’d put it here. Remember to be kind to yourself. Yes, even if it’s really funny

[conscydraws]

Order 38. Undelivered.

[anghraine]

ngl I always find it wild to see Star Wars stuff that's like "if you think about it in terms of realistic statistics/science then..." about almost any aspect of it.

I mean, what about the Star Wars films gives the impression that this universe abides by realistic statistics, or realistic anything else? SW is broadly a fantasy epic projected onto an IMAX screen with a space background painted on it. Yeah, the planets and moons in the films almost always have improbably limited biomes and two major locations max, because narratively these locations are usually just fantasy city-states with space aesthetics.

Starships travel at the speed of plot and we simply jump past the amount of time that presumably is passing, and sort of imply the passage of that time through shifts in the character dynamics. But this passage of time cannot be analyzed with any kind of consistency because the only logic governing it is the pace of the story.

Just how long did it take the Empire to send a full contingent of forces to Dantooine, search the entire planet, find the Rebel base, and then report back to Tarkin between one scene and another? No one says and no one appears to care. How long did it take Han and Leia to reach Bespin and what exactly went on between them while Luke was, in the same time frame, going through a protracted training over multiple days at an absolute minimum? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How do giant space worms survive inside asteroids that somehow have an Earth-approximate gravitational field and I guess an atmosphere? Shhhh don't think about it. The point of the sequence is not "how does the giant space worm subsist off this random asteroid and how does it breathe and how does gravity work in this context, seriously" but that the giant worm sequence is fucking sick.

There's probably some after the fact EU justification invented by people who had nothing to do with the original writing of the space worm (or perhaps there are several mutually incompatible explanations) and I am profoundly disinterested in them. Nothing could make this even slightly realistic and it was never intended to be. Star Wars sings space shanties at scientific/mathematical realism as it sails past on a completely different ship going in the exact opposite direction.

And I do mean "sails" because while astronomy might tell us that space is unfamiliar and wild on a level we as Earthbound lifeforms can barely comprehend, Star Wars understands that space is basically an ocean, yet with stars and cool but survivable planets in it, or sometimes it's air but combined with a super cool space background so you can have early 20th century aerial combat that would make no sense in actual space conditions and doesn't need to.

"If you consider relativity, then just running the Empire would be..." General relativity does not govern the galaxy far, far away. Space magic does. I'm not sure there are even time zones.

[wallbeatjournal]

Are true riverdale fans of the opinion it is a very good and nearly flawless show or does being a true riverdale fan mean being able to mock writing choices

it's long-running serial television plotted a season/half at a time so definitely not even "nearly" flawless.

BUT. i'm not doing combat with the writing team. i'm not actively reading against the text the way i have to in order to enjoy something like supernatural or the 90s robin comics or the fucking sopranos, which are patriarchal christiancore copworld rapeworld white supremacist horrorshows that hate their minority audiences, with like 2 good creatives involved and martyring themselves to fight the good fight on sparse rare installments if you try to approach them sincerely.

riverdale writing staff are like a favorite smart problematic tumblr mutual to me. I don't always like what's on their blog or who they're referencing. but we're in the same community and i'm interested and inspired and i trust their agenda overall, even when i see shit i wouldn't have fucking posted. but bc i'm not being condescended to or actively spited i'm not gonna condescend to or spite them, you know?

i expect rvd to age like twin peaks (another very uneven, highly referential serial juggling a couple of intensely cool metanarratives on top of its core story). and twin peaks fandom mocks twin peaks all the time. twin peaks includes some CLUNKY shit. it's kitsch. it's camp. it has a second season that is largely ASS. james is there. and on top of that it also includes some genuinely offputting-to-me stuff that just bothers me to sit through, even though i feel like i understand and respect what they're going for with it. i just don't want to watch someone sweep the fucking bar for minutes and minutes as entertainment. OK!!?

...so yeah. mock riverdale but in the right spirit. is that an answer? do i sound like i'm chugging the flavoraid koolaid fresh-aid? probably.

[r0tting-teeth]

tma brainrot + atsv = another delusional venn diagram

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

I desperately need to know the circumstances that lead to that weird period in like 70s-80s where they just made a horror movie about any and everything

[biscuit-munchies]

quick break from artfight to post some jimmy z

[balkanradfem]

Good news!

The other day, I noticed someone left a big green pot next to the trash, with a cut off christmas tree in it. As soon as I saw it I knew I would think of nothing else until I get that pot. I went home to ditch all the things I was carrying, and I came back with gloves and determination.

The pot was filled to brim with clay and stabbed deeply with a cut tree, and I had to wrench it out. It was a tough job! The clay remaining inside was so dense I barely managed to scratch it out with my fingers; I actually ditched the gloves because I decided I liked how dirty the clay was. I freed the pot and carried it home.

The green pot. Is incredible. Not only it's the largest pot I've ever owned, the plastic is so firm and dense it could last forever. It's stronger than any bucket I ever had. And. It's green! It's beautiful. I immediately knew what I wanted to do with it – this is where my future lemon tree would grow. A lemon tree in a green pot is a fantasy level pleasing visual. I just need to wait for my lemon tree to grow a little more before it can be transplanted! Maybe after this summer.

Here's an image of where my little tree is right now, and the beautiful green pot! I didn't have time to wash it yet. Interestingly the gray pot the lemon tree is in right now, was also a trash find. People keep supplying me with what I need.

[wugblogs]

once again I am annoyed that people hate on yqy on sj's behalf like he did not also have a incredibly terrible and traumatizing childhood that contributed to their communication problems. and also always sided with him and died trying to save him. oh and only one of them canonically beat children but sure yqy is the real villain, no double standards here.