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get a grip loverboy !!!
#this post brought to you by my gay ass watching this show#'' my god ... theyre all so beautiful ...''#also i just think trip is very shippable#he is mr loverman#my art#star trek#star trek enterprise#trip tucker#t'pol#malcolm reed#jonathan archer#hoshi sato#travis mayweather#major hayes#yes i included hayes bc i think hes a baddie thank you very much#EDIT HIS FUCKING ARM IS TOO LONG I HATE MY LIFE#EVERY TIME WITHOUT FAIL I ONLY FIND THE MISTAKES AFTER I POST THEM#WHYYY7!.!#edit number two oh my god i forgot shran 😭😭#jeffrey combs when i get you
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WOOOOOOOO LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!!
commission for @classicteacake
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wishes
#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#crk#wind archer cookie#millennial tree cookie#frilled jellyfish cookie#white pearl cookie#red velvet cookie#avocado cookie#cake hounds#Sorry you can tell i was starting to doze off with some of these#my art#doodles#if you see this hiiii thank you for all the likes
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Bugs when you lift up the rock
#hes so skrunkly you guys i wanna hold him and kiss his forehead#i don't think the selfshipping jokes are jokes anymore#cookie run kingdom#cr kingdom#crk#wind archer cookie#wind archer crk#thanks wind archer <33 for being in kingdom <33 so now i don't have to destroy my phone w ovenbreak
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Thank you for everything.
WE ARE คือเรารักกัน (2024) PHUM & PEEM + LOVE LANGUAGES (4/5) — ACTS OF SERVICE
#we are#we are the series#pond naravit#phuwin tangsakyuen#phumpeem#pondphuwin#.gif#.we are#.colors#.ppll#ql#// i tried making a gradient#// can you even tell afgklhs#// archer i ended up using your ideas in this set!! thanks again <33
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One Year Later.
One year ago while watching the Ignition Fire show at Midsummer Renaissance Faire, I exclaimed to my friends and family "I want to do that...I'm going to do that!"
As a longtime member of the faire I'd been watching the troupe perform for a few years, but due to life events hadn't had the bandwidth to join, but in that moment something felt different.
Jump forward a year, and I did it!! I got to fulfill my dream of performing with Ignition on the Midsummer arena, and words can not express how amazing that felt.
While I, and many others were sad to hear the news that we would not be performing at Midsummer for weekend 2 & 3 I still feel so fortunate to have had the chance to live out my dreams of performing with Ignition on that stage.
A huge thank you to all the fans who came out to support us, to Ignition for giving me the skills to live out my dreams as a fire breathing dragon, and to Midsummer for supplying such a great venue for folks to gather.
While I do not know what the future has to hold, I'll always be grateful to have had the chance to fulfil a dream of mine, and for all the new friends I've made along the way.
For those who would like to see Ignition perform, or would like to help us fundraise for our upcoming show at Burning Man please consider donating HERE.
Our fundraising venue recently burned down (not due to troupe activities) so any little bit helps.
Also, a huge thank you to Angel González Rivera & Alexandra Triplett for capturing these photos. My mom was hoping to catch my performance the second weekend, but due to recent events, these may be the only photos of me performing with the group at Midsummer, so having them to share means so much. Thank you both! ❤️
See you all at many more fire shows to come. 🔥
#ignition fire troupe#fire show#ignition#fire performer#fire breathing#I'm the dragon now#washington midsummer renaissance faire#fire friends for life#thank you to the fans#living the dream#dame archer#archer inventive
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maybe I’m giving them too much credit but sometimes CRK’s socials make me wonder if their admins actually give a shit about the games outside of their jobs as PR management. Like if you showed me this out of context I’d definitely believe it came from an actual fan rather than the official account. At the very least the admins care enough to put in more effort than the average promo account and honestly? Respect. It must take them a lot of willpower to keep up with our bs
#anyway yes thank you for finally taking steps to fix the gender imbalance crk#crk#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#wind archer cookie
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kitchen counters
part of the "live to let you shine" collection
rise of the tmnt word count: 2.7k
archer au belongs to @goodlucktai but they've been more than kind and let all of us expand the larger universe with them on this journey. Check out the link for future instalments by my lovely collab partners.
Art in this chapter is by the lovely @soldrawss
it's a delight and an honor to play in this sandbox with you all <3 read on ao3
He got up. He started the coffee machine, making sure to put the exact scoops needed and enough leftovers for an eventual third cup if it was that kind of day. It always was that kind of day. Today he was thinking he’d make avocado toast for breakfast. April had brought a bag of avocados yesterday, sometimes the variety was more effective than even a third coffee.
Sometimes his brothers almost smiled.
There were motions to this sort of thing. You made things with your hands to keep them from shaking, you washed blankets and folded them on empty couches. You kept the TV on playing old movies just to pretend it wasn’t silent.
He’s been moving in the same path for long enough to be an expert. No one notices. He doesn’t need them to notice.
The coffee pot is full, the kitchen is warm. If he’s alone then he’s alone and finding tasks to be busy with. To keep his hands moving.
“Hi,” A voice greets him. Mikey blinks up, he’d been making toast, probably; half unconsciously. A familiar dotted face stares back, impassive and steady.
Giorgio, the last little light. It pulls a smile on his cheeks from some tired place within himself that’s still curved comfortable and safe. “Hi sweet kid, want some breakfast?”
Gio settles himself against the counter, arms crossed and wide eyed. He nods slowly.
It’s one of those mornings again— he’s aware of the way the silence clings to the bones of this place, shaves it cold and hollow with memories no one wants to think on. There’s no movement down the hall to Donnie’s lab, but the door is shut fast and firm. The wide open spaces where the skate ramp had once stood are stark. It’s a morning that feels haunted, except they’d all want for the haunting if they could.
“April brought groceries?” Gio asks quietly. It’s more a prompt than a genuine question.
Gio had fallen into their lives at a point where the safety net had more holes than threads to hold. He was young, had the signs of a life hard won and fought through, but he tried. Absorbed absolutely anything his family would give him, even when it was nothing at all. Dark eyes, taking in any and all of the light he could just to find himself.
It was a tragedy in three parts just to watch him thrive off wavering candlelights and embers, wandering around the halls like a detective finding hints of some past crime.
Mikey squares himself. Finds that thread left in him that’s farther and farther away every day. Gio deserves the light, he can make some for him. He can.
“She did, I’m going to introduce you to the wild world of avocado on toast today. How’s that sound?”
Gio shrugs, curiosity flickering in his dark gaze. He’d take anything any of them laid out for him like it was a gift. Mikey’s throat ached with the old wound of wishing.
“You know, it’s funny. The first time I ever got my hands on fruit like this was because of April. Hard to buy things in stores, you know?” Gio did not know, Gio grew up somewhere far away in between pages, but he tilted his head at Mikey like he understood anyways. Mikey’s grin grew stronger. “I think it was peppers. Thought it would be neat to make these stuffed ones I’d seen on TV, use up all these special spices. Man, they were good .” He turns back to the fruit in front of him, carefully and easily slicing around the pit in the center.
“Raph had two, ate them so fast I didn’t even see them go. So I thought I’d make him a third. Asked if he’d want this next one with more spice.” He shakes his head fondly. “And he just sort of squints at me, you know? He says, ‘are peppers not always spicy?’ So that’s how we found out he was allergic. The guy didn’t even stop trying to eat them after.”
Gio huffs a breath, it’s as good as an outloud laugh. The bones in Mikey’s hands feel warmer as he carefully scoops the halves of the fruit into a bowl.
He knows the version of Raph that Gio knows is… different. That he barely talks, let alone plays along. It’s another ache, another ghost. Mikey scoops out the pit from another avocado, and crushes it in with the rest.
Mikey doesn’t want the kitchen to be silent. He’s so, so tired of silence. “You want to hear a story?”
The quiet telltale noise of a kitchen chair sliding back answers his question for him, Gio props his chin up under his hand. The pilot light in Mikey’s chest flickers fondly.
There are a thousand versions of a thousand moments he could pick from, they all hurt like pressing on an open wound. Some are more like bruises, though. Some he thinks are better to hurt.
“There was this chef I knew. Had this crazy accident with mutagen, somehow instead of using it to make his cooking show more popular it made him desire eating people. Go figure.” He scoops out a portion of the spread onto a piece of toast, scraping it across as he talks. “Had a vendetta for people that told him no, funny that. He’d decided once that his whole plan would be to poison every other potential competition, which was crazy but you have to believe me when I say his pastries were actually that good.”
“Better than yours?” Gio cuts in softly.
He’s so, so grateful for the little bits of love Gio’s found here. How he radiates all of it back out so loudly in his own way. “Hah, I learned everything I know from watching him, but I will take that compliment.” He grabs two plates and slides them across the table, dragging his knuckle gently across Gio’s cheek as he goes.
“We drove Raph up the wall. ” He remembers fondly. “He was dead set on trying to teach us to handle problems, and we were distracted by how delicious these things were.”
Gio arches a brow. Mikey laughs, holding up a hand. “Survival instincts developed later.”
He sits across from the kid, who hasn’t even made a move for his toast. Dark eyes serious and trained on him like anytime Mikey talked about who they had been before. Echoes of echoes, ghosts haunting themselves.
“You wouldn’t believe it. All of us blearily goofing around and Raph panicking, trying to get us to take any part of it seriously. And our blue just walks up to a guy we needed information from, sweating up to his eyeballs and manages to charm his way almost entirely through the whole thing.”
His smile turns inwards. They’d all relied on Raph so much, then, but there’d been these moments where Leo would just… clue in to what needed to happen. Pull an answer out of thin air like he’d known it all along and was just hoping someone else would give it a shot first. He’d always seen twenty steps ahead.
Gio shifts. Reaches for his toast and takes a careful bite. Mikey pulls himself back to the present, makes sure his smile is warm and fond.
“If we’d had you back then, I’m sure you’d have thought we were all completely off our rockers. Raph would have been delighted to have a back up.”
He loves you, Mikey thinks. He does, I swear. He’d have loved to have loved you.
The kid hums, considers. “Depends.”
“On?”
Gio shrugs. “How good were these pastries?”
The kitchen is warm, the laugh that bursts from him is bright. Real, for a second, caught in this space between loss. He faults that for the way he forgets himself.
“Leo would have loved you,” he says.
The moment freezes. Ices.
Gio’s eyes are shining, but careful across from him.
He doesn’t say his name; he thinks it, a thousand times a thousand ways, but he doesn’t say it. He can feel the flinch like a wounded noise in the stillness of his home. Ghosts misplaced and unsettled.
Right.
The smile fades.
He misses the flash in Gio’s eyes.
“You know,” Mikey makes himself say, a limping version of his usual cheer strangling itself in his voice. “I think I’ll save the rest for later. Maybe when Raph and Donnie are up.”
“Right,” Gio says, softly.
Raph and Donnie are never up. Dad’s room is a black hole. April hasn’t stayed in the lair longer than saying hi in months. Ten years stretches itself long and warped across the stone floors, a shadow that never sits right.
“We’ll try again tomorrow,” He says to Gio’s careful dark gaze. I’m sorry , he means. I don’t have more to give you. I’ll be better next time.
Gio shifts, scoops Mikey’s plate from in front of him. It’s okay, it means. I know. It’s plenty. This is enough.
There were motions to this sort of thing. You tried to be someone larger than yourself. You watched your family drift farther and farther away. You were never enough on your own.
The coffee pot is full, the kitchen is empty. He can’t pretend his hands don’t shake when he stops moving.
Gio didn’t need a lot of love, he thrived like a weed on the barest scraps of it; a dandelion pushing through old slabs of shattered concrete. A kid growing despite himself in the middle of a ruined family.
He should have it, though. The kind that was loud, was obvious. Didn’t need explanations or excuses, the kind that just was.
Mikey’s family did love Gio, he knew they did. It was just… All of their love had gone somewhere else. Down a rabbit hole, following a comet in the night sky. Flashfire quick and burnt up in the atmosphere. It existed, it was there, but quieter; the feeling of heat after the sun has left.
Raph sometimes brushed his hand across Gio’s head when he made the infrequent journey from the practice area to the front door. Dad called him ‘Grey’ in the same way he’d used Orange and Red and once, Blue. April had gotten into a kick of looking for all the types of food Gio had missed out on through his ambiguous years before them, roped the kid and Mikey into trying out recipes together too.
Don kept looking forward. Mikey couldn’t ask anything more of him.
The love was still there, though, because it always was. It just wasn’t always the kind that Mikey thought the kid deserved. The kind he himself had been lucky enough to know when he was younger.
You should get to be greedy, Mikey thinks, watching the kid try and fail another time to breach the threshold into Donnie’s room. You should never have to question it.
A larger lump in his throat he clears away with a harsh blink, sorry Leo, you left me pretty big shoes to fill.
“Morning,” He tries for a smile, forcing everything else back under the constant thrum of movement he’d been surviving off for ten years and four months. Gio blinks up at him, as unphased as ever by his brother's complete lack of interest.
Mikey notes it anyways, the twinge of a furrowed brow, the unsure creep of his shoulders. He stores it in the place behind his heart he’s built for all the protective instincts he doesn’t know what he can do with. He puts a hand on the kid's shoulder.
(He leans into it, of course he leans into it. Fractions of fractions of a family he should have always known.)
“Hi Mike.”
“Hi, I have something for you.”
Gio’s perpetually flat expression melts into a sidestep of curiosity. “For me?”
Mikey giggles, rubs a hand across his spotted head. “See any other little brother’s around? Yes, for you, kiddo.” He leads them towards the kitchen, to the bench stools against the counter. He tries to make it bright in here, he remembers the kitchen always being warm. The kitchen should be warm for him, too.
Gio lets himself be led easily, dark eyes wide and trusting. He is a nineteen year old built in heaps and parts and scraps off self determination, of needing to survive and surviving it alone, but sometimes it all melts into something malleable; something Mikey can almost see the shape of, reaching all the way back half their lives into the past. He tries to be a good big brother the way he learned.
He holds out a sweater, fresh from the dryer and as soft as anything with wear. Bright red and too large, the perfect shape Mikey had always thought, to feel like you were carrying home with you in your arms.
“Loved to borrow this thing when I was younger. Figured it was time to pass the mantle officially,” He tosses it to Gio.
The kid stares at it, at him. Holding it as though the sweater were a fine piece of china and not a decades worn old thing they’d all lovingly had a hand in weathering. Mikey huffs a laugh, feels his smile hang lopsided. “You’re supposed to wear it, Gogo.”
His jaw works. “Isn’t it…” he hesitates, gaze snapping over to the practice room. “Isn’t this Raphael’s?”
Raph’s, Mikey thinks with heartbreak in his hands. Raphie’s. Formalities don’t belong here, I’m sorry I can’t make you believe me.
Mikey nods. “Mhm. Said you should have it, you know. Little brother special.”
He hadn’t really, he didn’t say much of anything to anyone. He’d seen Mikey take it, though. It was as good as giving.
Gio’s dark eyes snap up to his, something overwhelmed building in his expression before he scrunches his hands and pulls the whole thing over his head. Mikey is right, it’s far too big. The bottom of it brushes his shins.
“It’s too big,” Gio says quietly.
Mikey’s not having that today, he shakes his head, stepping forwards. “No, it’s perfect. Exactly right. You’re practically as tall as me, kid, do you think I pulled this off any better when I was your age? Right of passage.” He bends, and carefully tucks the ends of the sleeves into themselves, rolling it all to Gio’s forearm.
“See? Perfect fit.”
There’s a moment— Gio looking up at him, eyes wide. Sleeves poofed and large, hood a halo around his neck— he sees a flash of blue.
“Yeah?” Gio says, flatly as he does. Mikey thinks he detects a hint of nerves in there, something akin to a kid who was once shy. He nudges Gio’s chin with his knuckle.
“Would I lie?” He grins.
He isn’t expecting the serious stare in return. “No,” Gio says, confidently. Without hesitating. Like it isn’t a hole puncher through the core of him, like he’s maybe been hearing the ‘they love you’s’ all along, like he can feel it in the hems.
The kid looks down at the sewn on pocket at the front, shoves his hands in delicately like he’s unearthing a spider web from the dew. “Thank you,” He adds, after a moment. “I won’t wreck it.”
Mikey’s heart springs another leak. “You couldn’t possibly, buddy.”
When the opportunity came, Gio jumped at the chance. Mike let him, god help him, he did. Fighting himself and the cobweb reminders of a brother he was trying to save, that it wasn’t a trade. That he wouldn’t, that losing Gio would be another piece of himself left behind.
It didn’t help that Gio had folded the sweater so nicely. That he’d pressed it into Mikey’s hands and smiled in that tiny, sweet way of his, that he was sure Raph would want it back.
He’d want you back, he’d wanted to say. He just doesn’t know it yet.
Gio looked at him like forgiveness and regret all in one.
Sometimes it goes like this:
You’re a brother, you’re a part of a whole, and then you’re a part of a fracture. Sometimes you love, and you love, and you lose anyways, and what’s left behind is still beautiful, but it looks like somewhere you’ve never been before. You miss what it was, but the places where you were are small and curved and perfect, and what you’d had to become in the remnants is not anything like it had been at all.
Sometimes someone has to go, and it’s not always you. He tries to be okay with that, he doesn’t think he does a very good job.
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#hamato michelangelo#tmnt fic#my writing#hamato giorgio#the archer au#literally have not been so inspired to write so much in forever thats the gio (and tai) effect#thank you so much for giving me n!mikey im insane forever#also the art in this actively killed me sol nailed exactly what i was going for completely im inconsolable
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i need the four people on this website who have both watched mash and star trek enterprise to understand the vision that i just had, and it's that colonel flagg is a temporal agent like daniels from enterprise. both of them were clearly in the bottom 10% at temporal agent school, maybe even roommates, which is why the temporal cold war is such a mess that only gets progressively worse every time daniels touches it, and the mash 4077 can't get un-stuck from the korean war for 11 goddamn years. they are very bad at their jobs. this is also why ***gestures to colonel flagg's whole deal that is clearly not endorsed by the CIA*** and why daniels tried to convince captain archer that he was a trustworthy person from the future because "you like your scrambled eggs soft."
this is the deepest cut i think i could make but i have made it.
#important to know that at the time daniels said that he'd been undercover as a steward bringing archer breakfast for 6 months#thank you to this-is-a-lot-of-commitment for sparking this thought#i will preemptively assume that no one will interact with this post because it's ungodly o'clock not because it's a terrible idea#i mean it IS a terrible idea. but i will also be reblogging it in the light of day anyway#mashblogging#mash time loop#enterprise#mash
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#enstars#ensemble stars#izumi sena#rei sakuma#lets all shrimply today thank you izumi sena i love you izumi sena#the back archer
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Hello ranger’s apprentice fandom can we talk real quick about the stupidest thing Flanagan ever wrote
It’s about the bows. Yanno, the rangers’ Iconique™️ main weapon. That one. You know the one.
Flanagan. Flanagan why are your rangers using longbows.
“uh well recurve arrows drop faster” BUT DO THEY. FLANAGAN. DO THEY.
the answer is no they don’t. Compared to a MODERN, COMPOUND (aka cheating) bow, yes, but compared to a longbow? Y’know, what the rangers use in canon? Yeah no a recurve actually has a FLATTER trajectory. It drops LATER.
This from an article comparing the two:
“Both a longbow and a recurve bow, when equipped with the right arrow and broadhead combination, are capable of taking down big game animals. Afterall, hunters have been doing it for centuries with both types of bows.
However, generally speaking and all things equal, a recurve bow will offer more arrow speed, creating a flatter flight trajectory and retain more kinetic energy at impact.
The archers draw length, along with the weight of the arrow also affect speed and kinetic energy. However, the curved design of the limbs on a recurve adds to its output of force.”
It doesn’t actually mention ANY distance in range! And this is from a resource for bow hunting, which, presumably, WOULD CARE ABOUT THAT SORT OF THING!
Okay so that’s just. That’s just the first thing.
The MAIN thing is that even accounting for “hur dur recurves drop faster” LONGBOWS ARE STILL THE STUPID OPTION.
Longbows, particularly and especially ENGLISH longbows, are—as their name suggests—very long. English longbows in particular are often as tall or taller than their wielder even while strung, but especially when unstrung. An unstrung longbow is a very long and expensive stick, one that will GLADLY entangle itself in nearby trees, other people’s clothes, and any doorway you’re passing through.
And yes, there are shorter longbows, but at that point if you’re shortening your longbow, just get a goddamn recurve. And Flanagan makes a point to compare his rangers’ bows to the Very Long English Longbow.
Oh, do you know how the Very Long English Longbow was mostly historically militarily used? BY ON-FOOT ARCHER UNITS. Do you know what they’re TERRIBLE for? MOUNTED ARCHERY.
Trust me. Go look up right now “mounted archery longbow.” You’ll find MAYBE one or two pictures of some guy on a horse struggling with a big stick; mostly you will actually see either mounted archers with RECURVES, or comparisons of Roman longbow archers to Mongolian horse archers (which are neat, can’t lie, I love comparing archery styles like that).
Anyway. Why are longbows terrible for mounted archery? Because they’re so damn long. Think about it: imagine you’re on a horse. You’re straddling a beast that can think for itself and moves at your command, but ultimately independently of you; if you’re both well-trained enough, you’re barely paying attention to your horse except to give it commands. And you have a bow in your hands. If your target is close enough to you that you know, from years of shooting experience, you will need to actually angle your bow down to hit it because of your equine height advantage, guess what? If you have a longbow, YOU CAN’T! YOUR HORSE IS IN THE WAY BECAUSE YOUR BOW IS TOO LONG! Worse, it’s probably going to get in the general area of your horse’s shoulder or legs, aka moving parts, which WILL injure your horse AND your bow and leave you fresh out of both a getaway vehicle and a ranged weapon. It’s stupid. Don’t do it.
A recurve, on the other hand, is short. It was literally made for horse archers. You have SO much range of motion with a recurve on horseback; and if you’re REALLY good, you know how to give yourself even more, with techniques like Jamarkee, a Turkish technique where you LITERALLY CAN AIM BACKWARDS.
For your viewing enjoyment, Serena Lynn of Texas demonstrating Jamarkee:
Yes, that’s real! This type of draw style is INCREDIBLY versatile: you can shoot backwards on horseback, straight down from a parapet or sally port without exposing yourself as a target, or from low to the ground to keep stealthy without banging your bow against the ground. And, while I’m sure you could attempt it with a longbow, I wouldn’t recommend it: a recurve’s smaller size makes it far more maneuverable up and over your head to actually get it into position for a Jamarkee shot.
A recurve just makes so much more SENSE. It’s not a baby bow! It’s not the longbow’s lesser cousin! It’s a COMPLETELY different instrument made to be used in a completely different context! For the rangers of Araluen, who put soooo much stock in being stealthy and their strong bonds with their horses, a recurve is the perfect fit! It’s small and easily transportable, it’s more maneuverable in combat and especially on horseback, it offers more power than a longbow of the same draw weight—really, truly, the only advantage in this case that a longbow has over the recurve is that longbows are quicker and easier to make. But we KNOW the rangers don’t care about that, their KNIVES use a forging technique (folding) that takes several times as long as standard Araluen forging practices at the time!
Okay.
Okay I think I’m done. For now.
#to be VERY clear. I Am Not An Actual Expert.#i AM however drawing from my own experience and research#and literally i can find Zero literature about recurve arrow flights dropping faster than longbows#all i could find was that recurve range is worse compared to compound bows#which. OBVIOUSLY. compound bows CHEAT.#(said lovingly. ish. if you use a compound more power to you but also It’s Doing All The Work For You.)#this article was literally all i could find from a couple hours’ search comparing recurves and longbows#anyway recurves are cool. flanagan why did you do recurves so dirty.#for that matter why are all your women blonde.#(i’m not including brotherband here sorry)#(but also why did it take a spinoff series for him to create a named female character that wasn’t a blonde)#(flanagan explain)#god these books have so many problems. truly this is my ‘i could fix him’#thank you flanagan for getting me into this special interest. now Tell Me Why You Did It Wrong.#rangers apprentice#anyway if you REALLY want to read about some bangin historical horse archers#look up the parthians :)#specifically how they fucking Decimated an entire roman contingent :)#crassus getting absolutely demolished by mounted archer parthians is definitely my favorite bit of roman trivia
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Clark. Come on. I'm so sorry. Sorry, Clark. Please. Clark. Clark, can you hear me? I couldn't stop myself.
Smallville | 8.01 | "Odyssey"
#soooo the writers really gave Oliver trauma over almost killing his friend and just decided to ignore it as if Oliver won't be haunted by it#I'm fine thanks 🫠#Oliver's actor does such a good fucking job in this scene and acted the HELL out of it#you can really feel his fear and his desperation#anyway their friendship is pretty wholesome considering they don't get a lot of scenes together which sucks#like these two don't interact much in the comics as they're not very close so their friendship in the show is interesting to me#final note is that I like Oliver's archer gloves because they're cute#oliver queen#green arrow#clark kent#smallville#gifs are mine#my post
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FOURTH, SATANG, AND PHUWIN TALKING ABOUT POND'S RESEMBLANCE TO LABUBU [TRANS CR.]
case in point:
#satang thank you for bringing it up ur an icon <3#fourth nattawat#satang kittiphop#phuwin tangsakyuen#pond naravit#archer's gifs
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YOO
I started hyperfixating on TMNT about a month ago and I have you on notifications
The DELIGHTED SHOCK I experienced made me actually yell out loud
The fact that you have me on notifications 🥺🙏🏻❤🫂 that's so sweet of you but also THANK YOU!!!
#rottmnt#tmnt#ive been a tmnt fan for YEARS#and every once in awhile i fall back in love with it all over again#and the hyperfixation is hitting HARD this time#between tais archer au and it keeps us dancing au#i have drawn SO MUCH TURTLE CONTENT i cant wait to show you all#but anyway thank u sm for the sweet words im blushing to the moon
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★☆I love the details in this set☆
#instant new fave#also i like how you can see the zipper of the dress!#oh and the purse! i like the roundness and the stars in the chain strap! tho you can only see a tiny bit in these pics#i didn't play for a week bc i didn't feel like it but then i panicked when i remembered I didn't complete the suit yet! 😵#thank god there was still time left. i just can't resist a starry themed outfit#shining nikki#archer plays shining nikki#blah blah blah
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