#out of continuum

[the-archetype-of-civilization]

Ascend is pretty neat.

[turtleblogatlast]

Unironically think that each of the bros (+April) don’t actually get how impressive their feats really are so they just do what they do and on the off chance someone comments on those feats they all react like:

[yuripira4e]

thinking about this one Superbat fic I read where they had to fake date or whatever but in it while they’re still in pre- relationship, they like fall asleep in the same bed, play games with their kids, and like shower while the other one is also in the bathroom and it’s like “oh yeah they’ve dealt with shit from crying into the others shoulder to literally trying to fuck each other during sex pollen episodes; there’s no world where they’re not the epitome of comfortable with each other even if they don’t think the other one returns their romantic feelings” and I just have to say I agree and I think about that hc at least once a week

[canisalbus]

hey! do you consider yourself a furry? if so, do you enjoy being in the community? if not, what label do you use, and why? (been wanting to ask this for a while:))

Sure, I don't mind being called a furry. My art certainly qualifies as furry art and my characters are furry characters. But I've never been that connected or active in the furry fandom in general. There's a lot of core experiences that I'm missing: I don't have a fursona, I don't own a fursuit and I've never been to a furry con. My online circles are very furry-centric but I don't think any of my irl friends consider themselves furries, despite our shared tastes and interests.

[solannecontinuum]

Hylictober 2023 Illustration Series.

PROMPT 3 SET. UNCANNY - RADIO TOWER - CAT. SET 1 | SET 2 | x | SET 4 | SET 5 | SET 6 | SET 7

[swaps55]

Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone National Park, September 2023

The striking colors of Grand Prismatic spring come from thermophile bacteria that thrive on the heat around the edges of the pool. The colors are so vivid, they are often reflected in the steam.

[visualcontinuum]

.316. Out of alignment

[cheriboms]

found the cutest bts photo ever when i was looking for references and decided i needed to redraw it for their first-date-iversary uwu

(original pic under the cut)

like come ONNNN oTL LOOK AT THEMMM ;A;

[waitineedaname]

I was thinking about quadrants and mxtx throuples (most on brand series of words for me to say) and I've realized 3zun is just bingliushen 2.0

We've got

Person A, who is generally kind and held in high esteem by the people who know him

Person B, who is a swordsman with a hot temper who is prone to qi deviations and has a strict moral code

Person C, who is a tragic little orphan boy with insane mommy issues and no one can decide if he did nothing wrong or everything wrong

Person C is Person A's Special Little Guy. His emotional support war criminal ❤️ If he did anything wrong, no he didn't

Person B thinks Person C is a lying liar who lies and would like to put him through a woodchipper. The feeling is mutual

The only thing keeping Person B and Person C from stabbing each other in public is mutual affection for Person A

The unfortunate difference is 3zun did end with homicide, while there's still potential for bingliushen to work something out. Maybe if Lan Xichen had taken a page out of Shen Qingqiu's book and thought "maybe if I fuck him he'll calm down" then they might've had a chance

[babieken]

VIXX LEO - AMNESIA [show music core 231125]

Bonus: Ending kitty fairy Leo

[the-archetype-of-civilization]

I've been seeing some recent discourse about ATSV painting Miguel as someone that was "going after" Miles and, as much as he's an asshole right now, he never went after him until the very end when he escaped. He was content with leaving him alone, practically in the dark, until Miles got caught up with Gwen's quest. I'm not saying he's less of an asshole for what he does, but he's not this villain that's out to ruin Miles (at least, not in the typical sense). He's a good guy with a twisted sense of morality in the grand scheme of the Spider-Man archetype, the "bigger picture" guy.

Basically, cut him some slack, but not too much.

[galaxymagick]

🖤

[steakout-05]

imagine jetpack joyride except barry doesn't have the weirdly superhuman strength required to break through the wall so all you hear from inside the lab is a loud smack followed by a very pained "OW"

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — on the radio.

JULY 15, 1989

Marty sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders, trying to work the kink out of his back before getting back to work. That’s pretty much the only downside of tinkering around with various unfinished projects of Doc’s; way too many hours spent hunched over. 

“That was Tom Petty with ‘I Won’t Back Down’ here on KWHV 108.3 and I’m your host, Jamie Lee.” The deejay’s voice is sweet and smooth, and he remembers, warmth creeping across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, that Jamie Lee was his first crush. As if it wasn’t enough she was the coolest girl inside the halls of Hill Valley High, outside of school she was the best basketball player and had the best music taste. A triple threat for sure. 

“Next up we’ve got something kinda special: a new group that’s been soaring through the charts and sent the music world spinning with their electrifying debut.” 

Marty feels his heart quicken in his chest and tries to tell himself to calm down, the radio static buzzing in his head. He drops the screwdriver, which clatters to the table clumsily. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way in hell she could be talking about–

“So, without further ado, with their lead single ‘Strangerland’ off their album 88, give it up for Hill Valley’s very own hometown boys, McFly and the Flyaways!’ 

His stomach drops. He’d recognize that opening riff anywhere.

“Future sight can’t help me tonight, tired of waitin’ for time to restart–”

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy shit!” he exclaims, leaping to his feet and not even caring that he hits his head on the way up. “Doc! DOC!” 

He only feels a little bad when the door gets kicked open and his best friend bursts into the room like he’s goddamn Batman, clad in safety goggles instead of a cape and wielding a fire extinguisher instead of a Batarang. 

“MARTY!” Doc cries, looking around like a man possessed, frantic in his search for some threat. “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

He runs to the scientist, grasping his upper arms. His face hurts from smiling so much. 

“Doc! Doc, listen!”

“—ghosts in my head, there’s a ghost in the mirror that I see instead—" comes his own voice a moment later. 

Marty bows his head, grip momentarily tightening. There’s a lump in his throat and when he looks up at Doc again, his blue eyes are watery.

“My song, Doc,” he whispers. An awestruck, dumbstruck, disbelieving smile on his face makes him look all of thirteen again and he couldn’t care less. He lets out a laugh that’s a little too close to a sob for comfort. “They’re playing my song.” 

The fire extinguisher falls to the ground with a thud as Doc returns the embrace, holding Marty at arm’s length so tightly he thinks he’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. If Marty thought his own smile was big and stupid, it had nothing on Doc’s. 

“Do you know what this means?” he murmurs. 

“You were right,” Marty replies. “All the stuff you said to me.” 

“If you put your mind to it…” Doc starts, gently.

“…You can accomplish anything,” Marty finishes. 

The chorus starts, crackly over the radio, but it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. 

“Oh, I’m lost in my dreams, fallin' apart at the seams, and time is slippin' through my hand

But I got somethin' to prove, so what have I got to lose?

I'm gonna make it outta this

Strangerland!

I gotta make it outta this

Strangerland!” 

“Woah,” Marty laughs, tears sliding down his face. “This is heavy.” 

Doc pulls him into a bone-crushing hug which he eagerly returns, the instrumentation that took them weeks to nail blaring in the background.

“You did it, Marty. You made it.”

“I made it,” Marty repeats, as if it’ll make it feel more real. He feels lighter than air and like he’s buzzing with electricity, like he’s flying over a thundercloud. “Holy shit, I made it.” A sudden realization shocks him and his eyes widen. “I-I gotta tell the guys!”

“Go on, go on!” Doc encourages, letting him go, watching him fondly as he almost trips over his feet and the rug trying to make it to the phone in Doc and Clara’s library and study. 

However, it’s already ringing when he gets there. 

“Yo!” he greets, out of force of habit.

“Marty!” his dad’s warm voice responds. 

“Marty, honey, turn on the radio, quick!” his mom jumps in. “They’re playing it! Your, um, your Stranger in a Strange Land song!” 

“It’s your song, kiddo!” His dad sounds full to bursting with joy. “And boy, does it sound great!” 

He laughs, using his thumb and forefinger in a fruitless attempt to try to stem the flow of tears.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re so happy for you. And so proud of you, too, so proud.” His mom sounds like she’s about to cry, too. “Linda’s taping it and everything and Dave has it playing at the office!”

“We love you, son,” his dad reminds him, “and you’ll be home for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, Dad. I will. Love you too.”

[solannecontinuum]

MERRY CHRISTMAS IN APRIL!!!! LOL!!!!11

This was my Hylics Christmas piece for 2023 that I put way too much love in, so I was determined to get it done no matter what!! Felt weird putting on Christmas music in spring to get in the mood www

And look! Even Wayne's little angel has showed up, holding her favorite bug!

Composition inspired from THESE TWO particular illustrations.