#the exact soup in the image actually

[yaboy-miz]

I’ve ascended to godhood

[icewindandboringhorror]

Misc daily life images

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt: the last son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon.

“Half-Kryptonian, half-human,” Bruce reports flatly, clearly not liking the answer. Clark feels his heart clench painfully in his chest again at the confirmation, even as obvious as it was to his eyes. “Specifically, fifty-four percent Kryptonian to forty-six percent human.” 

“I think it’s more like fifty-two and forty-four, technically,” Kon says. Bruce looks irritated again, but Clark’s immediately curious, since that obviously doesn’t add up to a full hundred percent and also he just wants to know everything about this kid. “They custom-built the last four percent or something, I guess, so it’s kinda . . . synthetic DNA, probably? Or something, I dunno. That’s where the TTK and the part where I haven’t collapsed into clone soup comes from, though. Apparently, anyway.” 

Clark feels briefly nauseous at the mention of collapsing into . . . “clone soup”, which just leads to all sorts of horrifying mental images, but Kon says it casually, as if it’s not an actual concern and more just a morbid reference, which is . . . still concerning, admittedly, but at least less concerning than it could be. If he’d had to watch Kon degenerate to death while knowing his other version would never even know what had happened to him . . . 

That sounds like a literal goddamn nightmare come to life, yes. And he can’t imagine being that version of himself, either, and just never, ever knowing. Just having that empty place in his life forever, and never knowing why it had happened or what had happened to the person who belonged in it, and just hoping against hope, without knowing it was already too late. 

God, what a thought. 

“Satisfied, Batman?” Clark asks, trying not to think about it. They’ll get Kon home. If there isn’t a way to track down his home reality with science, magic is still on the table. The League is full of resourceful, well-connected people who are owed a lot of favors, and someone always knows someone.

“Not even remotely,” Bruce replies, stepping away from the scanners and gesturing Kon towards Diana. “Lasso.” 

“Batman . . .” Clark sighs, folding his arms. “You’re three Robins deep and they’ve never had to answer to the Lasso of Truth.” 

“None of them showed up already wearing a bat on their chest and claiming ties to one of the most singularly powerful people on Earth,” Bruce retorts flatly. “And even if he’s telling the truth, for all we know this boy’s Superman is a supervillain.” 

“He is definitely not, actually,” Kon says, shooting him a dubious look as he folds his own arms the exact same way Clark just did. Clark resists the urge to take the imitation as flattery. Bruce looks exasperated, very briefly.

“Then you won’t mind telling Wonder Woman’s lasso that,” he says. 

“Robin would tell me to ask for a lawyer, I’m pretty sure,” Kon says, still more dubious. Bruce looks very exasperated. 

“Well, he isn't wrong,” Diana says, clearly amused.

[quiet-admirer]

I dislike the vast, vast majority of fat anatomy tutorials that get passed around on social media because, while learning from other artists is great because it means you don't have to reinvent the wheel yourself, those posts usually end up being "use these 2-3 categories of shapes to draw these 3-4 body types" that functionally aren't that different from those "how to draw a cartoon dog" step-by-steps for children.

All you're learning is the approach that artist uses to draw the body types they typically draw in their style, which doesn't tell you what techniques and practice habits the artist used to arrive to their approaches and shortcuts. It's like being given 3 soup recipes that you can follow, but if you don't learn the basics of what makes a soup a soup, you might be able to riff off of what you know, but it's going to be really hard to make your own meals that reflect your self-expression and tastes.

This is an inherent problem for anatomy tutorials in general, but it's amplified even more for guides on how to draw fat and fat bodies. Any connoisseur of fat can tell you that there is no possible way to make a succinct guide to drawing what fat bodies look like. There is a whole range of hardness to softness, and within each incremental degree of softness there is a wide range of where fat gets distributed on the body, and within that, there are variations in what that distribution looks like proportionally given the person's height and the size of their frame. Where rolls and folds happen varies widely. Where stretch marks happen and to what degree varies widely. Whether there's cellulite in different areas or not.

This is so cool! There are so many options to mix and match and so much fun stuff to learn when drawing fat people. And so much room for expressive character design, too!

But the problem with the kinds of fat drawing tutorials in circulation isn't that fat people are just too varied or too complicated or difficult to learn outside of some specialized studio drawing class. It's because these tutorials talk about literally anything but actually looking at a fat body to learn how to draw one!

It's a hard pill to swallow perhaps, because we all want easy drawing shortcuts, but the way you learn how to draw realistic variation in body types is through real-life references! The tutorials you'll get the most out of are going to be life-drawing tutorials: how to train your eye to see what it's actually seeing and how to translate that to the page. The same exact *skills* that you use to learn how to draw thin and muscular body types are the ones that will get you to learn how to draw fat body types.

"How do I draw double chins?" Idk man, how did you learn how to draw sharp jawlines? Look at many examples of double chins and practice drawing them until you have a good idea of a lot of common shapes out there and adapt and recreate what you're seeing into your own personal artistic style, be that hyperrealism or simple cartoons.

"But where? Artist photo references are all of thin and muscular people, and there's no control over whether studio life drawing models are fat!"

Draw your fat friends with their permission!

Draw yourself if you're lucky enough to be your own fat photo or life reference!

It's a very common practice for artists to life sketch at places like parks and coffee shops, so as long as you are respectful and not oggling and leering at strangers, you may see a fat person in the wild if you go outside with a sketchbook for some people watching.

Live drawing is always going to be more valuable than drawing from a reference that's already 2D, but you can image search fat public figures, like musicians or actors, or redraw movie or music video stills with fat musicians or actors.

fatphotoref.com/

Ok now hear me out on this, but: a great place to find nude photo reference for fat men, (especially if you want practice drawing steamy gay fat sex and intimacy) is amateur porn videos using search terms like 'bear' and 'chub'. Many artists talk about having difficulty finding fat photo references where fat bodies are not portrayed with the themes and aesthetics common in fat fetish and feedism kinks, and I'm not trying to minimize that at all, but unlike the "BBW" category of porn, Bear and chub/chaser amateur porn is way more often just, like, some big guys making a sex tape together. And with amateur porn you often get a lot of footage of people walking around to change positions or camera angles, moving to a chair, reaching for the lube, taking clothes off, lying in bed - liminal space with naked fat bodies just existing and doing stuff, which makes it an underrated resource for figure drawing practice in my opinion.

Also, I have to add, there isn't anything wrong with using photos and videos by fat fetishists, even those with fat fetish aesthetics, for figure drawing practice. These are images fat people are creating of our own bodies, presenting themselves in a way that is gratifying or desirable for them. That is part of the fat experience too; that is a way for fat bodies to be represented, and just because something is a kinky way of portraying fat bodies doesn't mean the kinds of angles and movements and poses that are actively avoided outside of kink spaces have nothing of artistic value to contribute to creating vanilla art or learning figure drawing.

And lastly, there are also more and more videos and channels out there with some sort of niche related to fatness like fat fashion or fat yoga that can also make great photo references.

You learn to draw by looking at real life and drawing it. You learn how to draw fat people by looking at real fat people and drawing them. Look at actual fat people!

[ejzah]

A/N: Now that Densimber is over, it’s back to your regularly scheduled programming.

***

Blunt Force, Part 7

Deeks didn’t hear from Kensi again for the rest of the day. He considered texting her, but didn’t want to push and didn’t know what he’d say anyway.

Sorry I kissed you. It must be the head injury.

Yeah, it seemed better to give her some space and follow her lead.

It had been a good kiss, brief as it was. Something felt familiar, even natural about it, even though he’d immediately sensed he and Kensi didn’t have a romantic relationship. Either way, she clearly regretted the kiss given how quickly she’d run out there.

Deeks sighed, glancing at the time; it was around seven. He’d dozed on and off for a couple hours, too restless to fall into a deep sleep. Staying in the this exact sounded pretty fantastic. He didn’t feel like moving and his headache had returned, not that it ever went away completely.

An image of Kensi’s worries expression floated through his mind and spurred him to get up and shuffle to the kitchen. Someone had apparently restocked the fridge, since he found a note on the counter informing him there were buckets of soup, frozen meals, fruit, and a variety of snacks. Since nothing sounded particularly good, he settled on heating a small bowl of chicken and rice soup. He ate is slowly, leaving a few spoonfuls behind when the thought of finishing it made his stomach roll uncomfortably.

Normally, he always felt better in a clean environment, but for once he didn’t have the will to pull out the extra bit of energy required to clean and rinse his few dishes. Deeks left the bowl and spoon in the sink, once again moving with all the agility and speed of your typical 95 year old.

With a little searching, he found the bathroom and then bedroom. Two surfboards leaned against the wall closest to the bedroom door and he ran his hands over the surface, appreciating the familiar texture. There were also two dressers, a side table next to the queen sized bed, and a painting of the ocean above that.

He went to the shorter of the two dressers solely because it was closer and pulled out drawers until he found one full of neatly folded shirts. He grabbed a plain gray one, and started to pull off his current one when a collection of pictures on top of the dresser caught his eye.

He dropped the shirt, picking up the first picture frame, which had a photo of him and his mom. He remembered taking it outside his dorm his first year of college.

The sight of it produced mixed feelings; his relationship with his mom had been extremely rocky the last few years. Between them never discussing his dad or the surrounding trauma and Roberta’s inability to accept his choices, they hadn’t spoken much since he graduated. As proud as she was of his achievements, she greatly disapproved of his decision to work with drug lords and crazed killers—her words—and didn’t keep that opinion to herself.

Apparently something had changed in the last seven years, since he’d packed up most of his childhood belongings when he moved the first time. The realization left him conflicted, as so many things did right now. If they’d actually discussed his dad’s abuse and everything that came with it, he had no memory of it and if not, that would still be hanging over their heads.

Curious, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, using the passcode Kensi had provided and went to his contacts, scrolling through until he found one labeled, “Mama”. He smiled a little at that, navigating to his texts and opening the accompanying one for Roberta.

After scrolling a few screens-worth, he found a random conversation from a few weeks ago.

“Martin, I’m making lasagna on Saturday. Come on over, assuming you don’t get shot before then.”

He huffed a laugh, hearing the words in her voice. It looked like that hadn’t changed either and for once, he was glad. Exiting the thread, he saw Kensi’s name at the very top, apparently with the last message he’d sent before being knocked out. He was very tempted to open it, but stopped himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Somehow, it felt like cheating.

Instead, he moved on to the next picture frame, which was slightly smaller than the first and held a more current photo. Him, Kensi, Nell, and a blond man he didn’t recognize crouched together, their grins open and affectionate. It made him smile a little in response.

The final picture was of just him and Kensi. He sat at a desk, Kensi leaning against his back her chin just above his head. He looked slightly off-camera, his smile soft and fond while was clearly mid-laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkled. It made his wonder when they’d both felt comfortable enough be this at ease, let alone in front of whomever took the picture.

Based on her earlier response, he guessed Kensi didn’t know about it. Or at least that he kept a copy in his bedroom. Giving it a final look, Deeks set the picture down in the exact spot he’d found it.

He had the odd sense of invading someone else’s privacy. Which was an absurd thought since these were his pictures in his room.

A sudden wave of vertigo hit him, and he closed his tightly, hand fumbling for the edge of the dresser as he tried not to throw up or fall over. An eternity later, the ground stopped swaying under him and he thought he could move without being sick. His headache was back in full force.

Giving up on the shirt, he stumbled over to his bed, easing onto it with a grown. His stomach gave a feeble protest at the sudden change in direction and his mouth was dry and sour like after a bad bout of a stomach bug.

This sucked. All of it. The concussion. The not knowing. Finding out things about himself piecemeal and trying to fit it all together. Whatever he had with Kensi.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled a pillow over his head, hoping for oblivion.

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 5 Part 1

Welcome back to my liveblog! Gonna keep doing the bigger posts. As always, spoilers ahead so beware!

Don't spoil people, or a ghost will haunt your soup.

Please help. I haven't opened my eyes for 23 years, and now that I finally have, I don't know how to close them.

So... does Thistle actually know what happened, or does he seriously think his dragon decided to turn into a pretty girl?

Yo, imagine if Thistle turned Falin into a dracolich. That would be sick! And much harder to draw regularly.

Indeed senshi. Just be glad she didn't have one of her maces.

The audacity of this witch. That's what I get for being stylish. Guess I'll just use "Rocks fall, everyone dies."

Priorities. But seriously, what makes you think he wants to talk? It's really sad how desperate Marcille is to make her dream a reality.

An important image.

Correct! Just not right now.

Please don't smile so widely as you say that. Also, where the hell did the orcs get a moose antler?

Orc medicine not monitored by the FDA.

Floof!

This seemed like a bit of a continuity error, but we see later that the ghosts are able to warp reality a bit.

I like how you can pinpoint the exact moment she figures him out.

MY CHARACTER SHEET SAYS CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. That means I can't have feels. My dude, you founded a union. That makes you lawful good at minimum.

Oh, hey. When did that start happening? I thought it didn't start till the cleaners chapter.

See? Chilchuck wasn't kidding about his tenaciousness.

Tansu doesn't do much to make himself likeable, but he really isn't a bad guy.

Man, it's hard to get a good handle on the geometry of the forth floor. All the areas look the same, so for a while I thought it was just one big room.

You can tell they're illusions since they aren't phylogenetically consistent. Seriously, why is the king of the Zora a whale when everyone else is based on cartilaginous fish?

As the caster, this is probably exactly what he is seeing. Run.

It's always the same old story. To eat is to live.

Part of respecting Half-foots is respecting their right to nope out in fights.

If you saw how I was behaving back in chapter 28, I think you know what joke I have for this.

I really hope the fact that Chilchuck is a union man is brought up in the anime. I believe it is only referenced in extra material, the succubus monster extra to be specific.

God forbid a guy has hobbies.

I, uh, don't think that's how chanting works.

Tade craves the meshi.

Approaching the limit, so lets continue with chapter 33 in the next post.

[kaiasky]

sabakos: oh, I thought of this dumb comic again and I think what really cheeses me off about it is that something like "you get from it what you bring to it" is somewhat trivially true of everything else also, including not just "representational" art, but poems, novels, repair manuals, interpersonal relationships, etc.

So presenting this as some sort of mystical revealed wisdom that's particular to abstract art really just seems like an excuse for not thinking very hard about either abstract art or criticism or hermeneutics in general. But it's not like you need an abstract piece of art to teach that to you, most people start via the blind men and the elephant. So I expect someone who claims to enjoy abstract art to be able to tell me something about their fave other than the least distinctive thing about it.

(can't rb the original bc tsarina has me blocked (probably deservedly, i am very annoying) so im reposting)

idk enough about art criticism history to actually make this argument but. @sabakos's thing made me curious if like. "you get from it what you bring to it" is in some sense a sentiment that developed out of, or in concert with, modern art.

certainly blind men and the elephant is ancient but. there's many ways to apprehend that ig.

well like in literary criticism the standard very reductive story is that historicism (understanding of a work is in the study of its context) gave way to new criticism (understanding is in the close reading of the work and its self-reference, not in the reader or the author) and that gives way to stuff like reader-response theory (understanding is in the way the work acts upon/interacts with the reader).

and i don't think these have exact equivalents in visual arts, but like.... you certainly hear people talk about the formal qualities of modern art in a new-criticism-esque way with little attention paid to the reader. which is very different to the "what do YOU contain" of the image. (tsarina gets at this i think with 'this image is completely the wrong way to understand modern art' and i think she's right. or at least, its vastly incomplete, right.)

but also 'of course one can read any work, even repair manuals, as a text, and analyze it as its action on the reader' also feels very of a time with modern art. we are in the soup?

[aliellnea]

The loving theory- Kageyama Tobio

Part 2 of my Kageyama story

Content warning: MANGA SPOILERS, angst, mention of a family members death (that's probably it for now, aside from my very watpad plot and probably my bad english), THE WORST WAY OF CARRYING A PLOT

Not proofread

PART 1

Looking out of your window you watched as the wind gently swayed the trees. Your mind was clearly not on the math homework in front of you. You was definitely going insane since your encounter with Kageyama earlier, but you couldn't get it out of you mind. Did your mother know he would be going to Karasuno? Why didn’t Miwa tell you? How come you hadn’t seen him for the past week at all on the way to school?

With a sigh, you focused entirely on the street. With the sun setting, the night lights were already on, and most people were already home, so it was fairly deserted outside. The house in front of yours had all the lights out, meaning the Kageyamas weren't home yet. You had been there so many times before that you knew the exact floorplan of the house, which was slightly different from yours. Your bedroom window was face to face with Kageyama’s but you made sure the blinds were closed almost all summer so you wouldn’t have to see him but after seeing him today you thought it was useless now.

Glancing at the clock on the desk, it read 7 PM, meaning you had to hurry and prepare dinner for you and your mother. With only one source of income, you lived quite tightly, but you made it work, even if it meant sacrificing time together. Your mother had taken on additional work shortly before the school year began, increasing the household income. As a result, there was an established routine where yoy assumed the responsibility for cooking dinner every evening.

“Oh dear that smells wonderful” said your mother from behind startling you slightly, you didn’t ever hear the door.

“Hi mom, how was work?” you said, smiling

“Same as always baby” replied your mother while kissing your head “ Actually, I just ran into Tobio how late do these boys come from practice?” added with wonder in her voice

“Did you know he chose to go to Karasuno?” you lowered the heat on the stove to speak.

“Oh god you didn’t know? I’m sorry baby I thought Miwa or him would’ve told you”

“We haven’t talked in months” you replied in a week tone

Your mother's expression softened, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that, sweetheart," she said gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It's okay, Mom," you said, forcing a small smile. "you’ve been busy with work and everything."

Your mother gave you a sympathetic look before turning her attention back to the simmering pot on the stove. "Well, let's not dwell on that now. Dinner smells delicious. Why don't you go set the table, and I'll finish up here?"

Nodding, you moved to the cupboard to retrieve the plates and set the table once yo were done you ran to your room to take a jacket and there you saw him, in his room. He must’ve seen the light switch in your room as he looked up directly at you. He was shirtless and combined with his shocked face he waved awkwardly at you. Blushing, you took the jacket and left the room as fast as you could leaving a shocked Kageyama behind.

The image of Kageyama shirtless lingered in your mind, sending a flutter of nerves through your stomach.

Your mother glanced at you curiously but didn't comment, instead pouring steaming bowls of soup into each plate. "Everything okay, honey?" she asked softly, her eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, everything's fine, Mom," you replied quickly, forcing a smile. "Just feeling a bit tired, I guess." your mother gave you a knowing look but didn't press further.

On Monday morning, the rain painted the town. You luckily didn’t encounter Kageyama that weekend after Friday’s incident, but you spent the whole weekend thinking about joining a club. Your first choice was being a manager for the men’s volleyball club. You found the time you spent with Sugawara and Hinata quite enjoyable, and you were in desperate need of friends in this school. However, after learning that he was also in Karasuno, you kind of discarded the idea.

You looked at Kunimi and Kindaichi on the other side of the booth while sipping on your overpriced drink. The two boys were talking about their classes and the club but your mind was everywhere except their conversation.

“What’s on your mind?” asked Kindaichi

“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking of joining a club but…”

“you don’t want to run into Kageyama” interrupted Kunimi

“Was I the last one to know that he was also going to Karasuno?” you said with disbelief “anyway, how do you even know that?”

“Don’t worry, I couldn’t care less where he went” started Kindaichi “I could never play again with someone as selfish as him”

“Yu” you couldn’t help but scold

“You can’t keep defending him. I don’t care what his problem is you even tried to help him and he treated you like garbage”

“Kindaichi calm down, this is not the place for this.” Intervened Kunimi before the other boy could get more worked up “We actually know because next week we have a practice match against them”

“And?”

“Oikawa requested it. Kageyama has to play the whole match as the setter”

“Oh god, can he be more egocentric? Isn’t he old enough to get over whatever issue he had when we were 13?”

“He’s actually quite nice you know. It’s easy to play with him” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes “Okay okay no more Oikawa. Why don’t you join the club? Fuck Kageyama. Didn’t you say that there was also that lousy player? The orange haired one”

“I know but Kageyama was the exact reason I quit last year”

“And I’m still mad about that” said Kunimi.

"Aki'," you said with a hint of affection, a playful glint in your eye. "If you're so eager to kiss me, just say the word," you teased, only to be met with his playful retort, complete with mock puking sounds “Okay maybe I could do like a trial or something but, if I end up being their manager don’t be sore losers when we win”

“Likewise” answered the both of them

Even if you didn’t approve of what they did on their last tournament Akira and Yutaro had become great friends. You also kind of understood why they did what they did because after all Kageyama had been their friend and teammate for two years, they reached their limit that day. They were there on your father’s funeral and made sure you didn’t isolate yourself you were grateful to have them and still be in contact with them after choosing a different school than them.

When you left for home it was already dark outside but since it was a school night the streets were pretty calm. You always liked going on night walks, specially with Kageyama and his grandfather. They started when his health deteriorated and couldn’t join you on your jogs, but those walks became the best part of your days. If you weren’t with your father, you would be at Kageyama’s watching some match on the TV or playing outside so when he died it was also a blow for you. You tried your best to keep Tobio company and try to distract him a little, you thought you were helping him until he snaped that day.

As you approached, you spotted Kageyama walking towards his house, sporting the Karasuno jersey. He looked really good in it; you couldn't help but notice. You've always thought he looked best in darker clothes, especially with his dark hair and pale skin. Suddenly you remembered the sight of him shirtless in his room and blushed a vibrant red. He looked up and caught your eyes as you reached your door.

“I’m sorry” he almost shouted making you jump.

Flustered and caught off guard you let out a simple “Okay” and closed the door rapidly. How the fuck were you supposed to manage the club and see him every day?

[lycanthian]

hi. blaseball ocs? 👁👁

HI. BLASEBALL OCS. ⚾🩸

i have FOUR major sectors of blaseball ocs. and by that i mean i have THREE teams and ONE standalone oc. :3 Today I will talk about one(1) of them. because theyre my favorite. maybe ill talk abt others sometime else if u really want :3

[ IMAGE ID: The roster of a team titled the Louisville Crash Course. In the Pitching rotation is Devious Denim, a 2.5 star pitcher, Ranchez Drumsolo, a 3 star pitcher, and Levi Massimo, another 2.5 star pitcher. In the Batting lineup is Riot Emily, 2.5 stars, Eclaire Redacted (with physical redaction bars substituted for a last name), a 4 star batter, Stacatto C. Daisy, a 3.5 star batter, Rad Bromeliad, a 3.5 star batter, Jacob Fuzzy, a 4.5 star batter, Miss Chili, a 3.5 star batter, 2X4 (pronounced Two By Four) Girlish, a 3.5 star batter, Hallmark Fortification, a 3 star batter, Lunkhead En Rose, a 2 star batter, Hamsworth Johannes, a 2.5 star batter, Deleted Ibon, a 2.5 star batter, and Dern Becktabular, a 4.5 star batter. The team's icon is a stop sign emoji, and the note at the bottom reads, "HOW DO I DRIVE THIS THING?" End ID. ]

The Louisville Crash Course is a wild team. They debuted in my friend @callibones fan league that I still think about constantly, and swept the competition actually pretty hard! They ended up losing in the finals, if memory serves. Anyways, they're crazy. I change their origin story up every once in a while because I can never find the exact right starting point for them to feel cohesive.

Pitchers

Devious Denim (real name Levi Denim) is a cowboy and a bit of a fashion enthusiast. He comes from way out in the sticks and thinks it's really fun to keep his western gear up to trends with weird colors and patterns. He is, notably, the team's first ever pitcher, and is generally pretty stoic towards most. He has a little brother on a different team named Mal Jean, and when the two are together, they're practically inseperable.

Ranchez Drumsolo is, ironically, the bass player for a small garage band. They do everything in their power to avoid conventionalism and are generally a very chill guy.

Levi Massimo is a theater school dropout with a passion for the stage. He just got roped into this "blaseball" stuff for a fun side gig and got in too deep. He styles his outfits extravagantly off of the field, with a particular knack for costume design.

One thing that these three pitchers have in common is that they are absolutely all dating each other, although they won't admit it to the presses. They are commonly spotted out together, whether that be going to a fancy restaurant or hitting some local stores together. Pitcher polycule.

Batters

Riot Emily is a butch lesbian and also the best friend of Ranchez Drumsolo. She is the real drummer in their shared band. She's also generally a nostalgic person, and enjoys revisiting old places from her childhood with Drumsolo frequently.

Eclaire ████████ is a hardcore emo with a propensity for being difficult to pin down. He enjoys being disagreeable and flaky. Identity struggle central.

Staccato C. Daisy is a robot woman made from old junk and, most notably, has a head made from an old FM radio. Xe is happily married to Miss Chili.

Rad Bromeliad is a skater and general gym-goer. He usually travels the country constantly for skating competitions, but he's taken up the sport for a social media spotlight.

Jacob Fuzzy is both a gymnast and a werewolf. While he started in gymnastics and cross-country, Blaseball was his true dream. He has a troubled medical history as a result of his lycanthropy.

Miss Chili is being made of seemingly gelatinized soup, given human form. She is a teacher and a mother of two, and generally the most "adult" person on the team. She is happily married to Staccato C. Daisy.

2X4 Girlish is a mystery. They are four girls that seem to play as one player. Outside of the game, the girls still stick very close to one another and can only be seen talking to one another in a tongue unrecognizable to the rest of the team. When asked for comment by the media, they deliberated before one girl took the mic and flippantly said, "You know, just girl things," before taking the microphone and running. When the camera crew reached their location, they were nowhere to be seen.

Hallmark Fortification is a middle aged man with a hobby of doomsday prepping. He plays to keep his physique up in preparation for any weird supernatural shenanigans he has to face.

Lunkhead En Rose is a shark guy. A smooth boy, if you will. He takes pride in his appearance and general self care, and makes sure his teammates do the same.

Hamsworth Johannes is a particularly non-notable woman. She prefers a quiet life mostly, having worked boring office jobs for most of her days, but took up blaseball full time after retiring in search for friendship.

Deleted Ibon is a creature of void and static with a tendency to fade in between timelines and jump between realities accidentally. It has no control over this power. Despite this, it's generally kind, just a little confused.

Dern Becktabular is a professional blaseball player and has a hobby of being an arcade-goer. They played blaseball briefly in high school, but took a break for college to focus on their studies. They came back to the sport afterwards, and are generally a big brother kind of person to as many people as they can manage.

[dappledpaintbrush]

As someone who’s been pronounced braindead over super paper mario since early 2010s, i cannot even BEGIN to emphasize the lack of content we had back then. And by “we” I mean when you’re a young child and not allowed on tumblr (so I missed the sexy man part) and can only fuel your insanity on google dot com images with the parental lock on. Like it’s actually fucking hilarious we had TWO comic strips in total and it as all Dimimi based in one way or another. Every drawing of Count Bleck had him as a tall skinny white blue eyed anime protagonist with a chin that could saw down a California Redwood in record time. I found this ONE art concept of Dimentio’s father and fucking stared at that greasy computer screen with autism drool coming out of my fucking chapped lips tomato soup covered baby mouth because I finally found something that wasn’t the exact same shit I had seen 8038389 times already. Come to think of it I actually think everything was drawn by the same three artists. God speed brethren. Then there’s KoopaKungFu’s series on the game which I watched so much that I alone probably caused it to make 12x more than fucking Avatar. Not to mention HEY EVERYBODY ITS CHUGGACONROY. I’m not exaggerating we have more content SIXTEEN YEARS LATER than we did at the peak of the game’s popularity. I just. I wonder if any of you know what I’m talking about. It was definitely an era I recommend (I don’t).

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-10-23

Testing the limits of my kitchen

Listening: I've been using my enormous playlist of Japanese Jazz Fusion as background music at home. This is Galactic Funk by Casiopeia.

Reading: There's a great PBS video on insect metamorphosis that debunks the whole Butterfly Soup thing and explains the much, much more bizarre truth: even before they enter a chrysalis, caterpillars have started to develop butterfly parts inside their bodies. Big chunky caterpillars contain a half-built butterfly. Inside the chrysalis they simultaneously dissolve the remainder of the caterpillar parts and finish the butterfly on the existing scaffolding.

There's a great paper referenced in that video which is this one, which is about findings from time-lapsed 3D CAT scans (which I guess makes it 4D) of caterpillars as they pupate.

There's actually quite a few interesting papers on following metamorphosis with modern imaging technology, including a big old thesis that I have only just started to dig into and that I do not understand.

Watching: Nothing.

Playing: I got a little obsessed with Bullets Per Minute, a rhythm FPS roguelike. Well, more of a tempo FPS roguelike, since you have to fire, reload, jump and dash on a very regular 88bpm 4/4 rock/metal soundtrack. Here, I've cut some clips together.

Hell of a lot of fun, I've been in the market for a really fast paced shooter. I tried to replay Titanfall 2, which is good. I also had a good time playing Warframe missions I was way too high level for, eventually I remembered watching the ZeroPunctuation on this and picked it up.

BPM feels great and is also a really fascinating old-fashioned indie roguelike. The game has almost no tutorials, you just get dropped into levels. Items have absolutely bare minimum descriptions and no hard numbers, the fan wiki is full of notes very clearly the result of trying to puzzle out exact damage numbers and percentile improvements from the player side of the game.

It is not hostile though! Very forgiving accessibility options if you aren't great with rhythm and good difficulty modes. I've done two full clears on normal difficulty and like with most roguelikes, that was a product of familiarity and getting the Good Items early in my run (thank you infinite ammo + revolver)

Making: Made a full spec Wedding Meal (vegetable biryani, dal, and soji) for Friends over the weekend. Easier than I expected! A lot of prep but not actually that time consuming, as long as like me you're good chopping one million vegetables.

Also finished hacking on monctl to have a command line interface. It allows fast USB control of a Gigabyte monitor. I have started poking at Display Data Channel to better generalize monitor control because I want to get a second monitor soon but this works great for now.

Tools and Equipment: If you have a dishwasher you should pretty much always use it to wash, even if it's only half full. Your dishwasher probably uses under 12 liters of water to do a full wash cycle, less on Eco modes. You are almost never going to beat it for economy or sterilization, so the only things you should wash by hand are things you either cannot put in the dishwasher (e.g. cast iron) or things you need washed right now.

[patricia-von-arundel]

Oh god, here we go again...

PEOPLE.

PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY MEN WHO APPARENTLY WANT TO MARRY VIDEO GAME CHILDREN -

Localization

is

not

censorship.

Censorship is, per the ACLU, "the suppression of words, images, or ideas that are 'offensive'." Is anything being suppressed here?

Per Merriam-Webster, to suppress something means

(The rest are related to the medical use of the term.)

So...

Nothing has been "suppressed." You can quite easily find the game in Japanese, or videos of it, or fan translations. Nobody has prohibited either the support from being seen, or your ability to choose to buy and play the game in Japanese. You absolutely can do that, if you choose. Worst that will happen is a customs charge. But nobody is going to seize the game and come to your front door to beat you before dragging you off to work yourself to death in a gulag. You are in no way being prevented from reading, knowing about, or playing the game in Japanese. At all.

Changing the Corrin/Soleil support in Fates?

Not censorship.

Choosing for whatever dingdong reason not to localize all of the Fates DLC?

Irritating as hell, but not censorship.

Changing some names when localizing?

Not censorship, and I honestly appreciate not having to try to keep a straight face when discussing the Wood and Nn supports in Awakening. I mean... we got the better deal there. Admit it.

Localization always changes things. Always. It has to, in order to make sense. And it should.

Who here has read the translation of Battle Royale (book, not manga)? And in particular, did you read it before the "remastered" version was released a few years ago?

It is incredibly faithful to the Japanese. Too much so. Because some parts don't make any sense at all in English. They reference phrases, ideas, and colloquialisms that do not exist in English.

A good localization finds the closest equivalency that conveys the same meaning, even if the words, reference, and origin of the phrase are totally different. If a phrase means "hope you enjoy dinner" in Language X, but if translated exactly is "the cows eat best before the full moon," that phrase likely means nothing in language Y. But Language Y has "the more you stir the pot, the better to taste the soup." And it is often said before meals that you want someone to enjoy. A-ha! Same meaning, different words. This is always, always, always how a good translation or localization works. It is not "censorship" to replace one phrase with another equivalent, it is making the damn story make sense to another audience who speaks a different language. This should happen. This does happen. This is NOT FUCKING CENSORSHIP.

Let's have some fun with this and my shit-level Italian!

I'm still trying to wrap my head around [whatever].

Direct translation, uh... Sto provando... avvolgere... in giro...mia testa?

"I'm trying to wrap around my head."

Hmmm...

"Sto provando avvolgere mia testa in giro?"

Okay, yep, we have literally, word-for-word, translated "I'm trying to wrap my head around" from English to Italian.

...Now I bother @lysissisyl.

Yeah. Direct translation is the same words, but it makes no sense. Response was, "I'm... confused." (And then I'm like, "I know I know I know, I'm not stupid, that's my point!" 🤣)

Sto cercando di capire: okay, yeah, this actually makes sense to say "I'm trying to understand," which means the same thing as the idiomatic "I'm trying to wrap my head around [whatever]."

But it's not a direct translation of the latter. Because sometimes, an exact, word-for-word translation, especially of an idiom, DOES. NOT. MAKE. SENSE.

Capeesh?

Fine. Capisce?

😜

...Still not censorship.

Localization changes may also reflect what is seen as acceptable in a certain time and place for one society versus another. For instance, some Japanese games (especially those marketed directly to children) had references to alcohol (either in picture or text) changed by Nintendo of America. Even Mario and Pokemon did this. And I know a lot of you are too young to remember the controversy over Mortal Kombat in the early 90s, but it was bonkers. Kids will start slaughtering each other in the streets unless we change the blood to green! Uh... okay, then. In that case, the change was in the Japanese release of Mortal Kombat II.

Also keep in mind this innocence-gutting, banned, civilization-altering game that was going to instantly turn little Johnny from a straight-A student who rescued baby bunnies on weekends and every night went to the local nursing home to read bedtime stories for all the residents (when he wasn't curing cancer) into Ted Bundy 2.0 with a side of Pazuzu looked like... this:

In 1992 (or anytime until the early 2000s), an argument could be made that it was censorship. It was much, much more prohibitively difficult to track down foreign copies of games then, especially before the internet, and while you might get lucky if you happened to live in San Francisco, or New York, or Paris, or wherever, if you were verge-of-evil little Johnny in Bumfuck Corntown, Iowa, good luck.

A lot of games then weren't even considered for international release. And in many cases, again, especially before the internet, how would you even know??? Consider the confusion over Final Fantasy - original release in 1987 in Japan, 1990 in the US, and everywhere else? Eh, whatever, you get nothin'. Then Japan has several more, up to Final Fantasy IV, and the US gets it as Final Fantasy II, and then Final Fantasy VI was Final Fantasy III, and when Final Fantasy VII came out, everybody and their dog was now completely confused about whatever the fuck was going on (except the Japanese, I guess). 😅 Fire Emblem was Japanese-only until Marth "just the tip" and Roy "master of gingers" got enough people interested to see a US and Europe release of... Fire Emblem VII, which had neither Marth nor Roy.

Point being: yeah, translations, graphic and text changes, and access at all were very, very different beasts up until roughly 2000-ish (probably closer to 2005, but this is getting long and I need to go wash my hair and so I'm going to keep it simple, stupid 😘).

It wasn't always "censorship," in the sense that you would be prohibited from accessing or knowing of other versions, it was simply before finding out about the changes or easily getting your hands on a foreign copy (or finding fan ROMs and translations online) were possible for a lot of people. Many probably never even knew, at the time, that weird changes had been made. (With the exception of Mortal Kombat, which led to mass slaughter on playgrounds around the world, was a gateway drug to marijuana and then prostituting yourself at 13 to buy more of the devil's lettuce, and ultimately led to the death of all 3 billion adults in the world when Little Johnny emerged from hiding with his mecha senior citizens and army of bunnies. It was a rough time. Wouldn't recommend it.)

Anyway -

Point of all this? Localization makes changes. It often has to to make sense. That's not censorship.

Adjusting dialogue or plot points to reflect what is considered acceptable in another market? Also not censorship, unless you're somehow banned from accessing foreign copies. (Which reminds me of this glorious story I read a few years ago about some British teenagers going on the run from police to watch a contraband copy of... okay, I can't remember, one of the Video Nasties, I'll try to figure what it was later. It wasn't Douglas Ralston's book, that's all I know for sure. I don't read Douglas Ralston. Like him okay even if he can make me look self-controlled at times, have had some funny chats with him, do not like his style of extreme horror.)

Basically - I do not believe in blanket censorship. I don't want to play the new, hyper-realistic Mortal Kombat with fatalities to make S. Craig Zahler flinch; I don't want to watch Terrifier 2; I don't want to read 50 Shades of Grey. But I also don't want them censored. I'm not being tied down and my eyes forcibly kept open to make me watch things, a la A Clockwork Orange (which I still wasn't allowed to watch at, like, 16 years old 🙄), and it doesn't hurt me in the slightest for Cannibal Ferox, Postal 2, or the aforementioned books by Douglas Ralston to exist.

And back to the original point - do I want to marry an 11-year-old (or promise to wait until an 11-year-old is of age so my 17-year-old character can marry her) in a video game? Not particularly. Would I not play Fire Emblem if that had remained in in foreign/English versions? Nah - it's fiction. I wouldn't want to pursue that particular S-support, and yeah, it's pretty ew, but no actual 11-year-olds were hurt by it (and Monica Rial, who voices Anna in English in Engage, is very much an adult). I was also a little squicked out by some decisions made in FE games (and other games, to be fair) in the past. It happens. (I don't care what kind of monstrous Morgan I can produce, I am not S-supporting Robin and Nah. I don't judge those who do, but I'm not comfortable with it in my games. But I also know some people found Robin S-supporting the second gen, and the whole Byleth-and-students situation, to be uncomfortable, and that's their business, because it didn't bother me in the slightest.)

To circle back around to my original point: censorship comes with a generous side helping of suppression. And that's not happening here. The controversy flaired up (just as it did in Awakening, and Fates, and...) because people have ready access to different versions of the game. Including the ability to import. Or, honestly, play with a pirated copy and a fan translation patch. 🤷‍♀️ Until 20-ish years ago, the majority of players wouldn't have even realized what had been done, because accessing foreign copies was difficult, expensive, and often required a broker willing to act as go-between between you and another country. Things like the Mortal Kombat situation being discussed in mainstream news was an outlier, not the norm.

This isn't censorship. In either direction, you aren't required to like it. But you also cannot just redefine terms to suit your self-appointed righteous anger. Drop it already, non rompere il cazzo... 😝

[ryttu3k]

Not a clue how many vegan followers who enjoy cruises I have, but I want to stick the pictures I took of the main dining room vegan options somewhere, and it may as well be here! We ate at the main dining room five of the seven nights. Will include the night, the official description, my image, and a brief thought.

This was for a seven-day Australian domestic cruise on Royal Caribbean's Brilliance of the Seas. The nights we skipped were days 4 (British night, vegan options were garden salad, butternut squash curry that was available in the buffet anyway, and a vegan berry sundae), and days 6 (Royal Night, the other formal night - vegan options were a citrus/avocado/melon salad, stuffed red bell pepper, and a chilled banana-cocoa custard). Our sailing did not include Mexican Night (disappointingly, some interesting stuff on there!) or Mediterranean Night (exact same items as Bon Voyage).

Day 1: Welcome Aboard

Starter: Roasted Tomato Soup. A blend of seasoned vine-ripened Roma tomatoes topped with crunchy garlic ciabatta croutons and basil pesto.

A very tasty small serve of soup.

Main: Herb-Crusted Stuffed Portobello. With vegan creamed spinach and fluffy vegetable couscous, baked until golden in marinara sauce and herb oil.

Whoops, I started on this one before I took a photo. It was very round! The couscous was good.

Dessert: Peanut-Caramel Bar. Crispy peanut butter rice square with a touch of maple syrup over a sweet mixed berry compote.

No compote, actual fresh berries. I do love peanut butter and caramel, although it did feel fairly simple.

Day 2: Italian Night

Starter: Golden Polenta Fries with Spicy Dip. Crispy baked corn polenta served with a chilled creamy hazelnut-red pepper spread.

Delish, the sauce was fantastic. Kind of wanted seconds.

Main: Vegan Spaghetti Bolognese. Al dente pasta in a rich marinara sauce with hearty mushrooms and a tofu crumble.

It was... edible! Bizarrely, the tofu crumble seemed to be silken tofu? I got the impression it'd be more parmesan-like. This one was just okay.

Dessert: Crumbly Oat and Berry Bar. Layers of jam and brown-sugar-crusted oats baked fresh and topped with berries and mint.

Very tasty, although again, it felt a bit basic (and there was no mint at all).

Day 3: French Night (formal)

Starter: Creamy Butternut Squash Soup. Roasted harvest squash blended with coconut milk topped with crisp toasted pumpkin seeds.

Only a small serve, but an excellent pumpkin soup.

Main: Spring Pea and Asparagus Risotto. Creamy short-grained rice in simmering pea and mint sauce with jumbo tender asparagus.

Felt... sparse. These are not jumbo asparagus, RC! The peas were either frozen or freeze-dried? Not great. Pretty disappointing for formal night.

Dessert: Dark Chocolate Chip Cookies. Homestyle favorite served with fresh raspberries.

These, at least, were delish. Raspberry, single, lmao. Odd choice for formal night, though.

Day 5: Caribbean Night

Starter: Green Lentil Soup. Hearty lentils simmered in a San Marzano tomato base with fragrant rosemary. AND Maple-Soy Tofu and Avocado Salad. Chilled marinated tofu tossed with plump grape tomatoes, ripe avocado, and toasted white sesame seeds.

Two, two vegan starters! Got both, for Science. The soup was delish, and the tofu was beautifully done, although avocado lovers would be deeply disappointed by only two little cubes.

Main: Stuffed Grilled Eggplant. Whole wheat couscous with pomegranate seeds and bell peppers layered inside grilled eggplant, with minted cucumber and a spring onion dressing.

No pomegranate to be found, but otherwise extremely tasty.

Dessert: Vegan Fudge Brownie. Rich chocolate brownie with sweet whipped cream and caramel sauce.

The 'cream' felt odd, but the giant scoop of ganache more than made up for it. Delish brownie, very fudgy and much better than the cakey brownies they had up at Windjammer.

Day 7: Bon Voyage

Starter: Pan-Seared Asparagus. Jumbo green asparagus with creamy white bean hummus and a hazelnut-basil pesto drizzle.

Again! These are not jumbo asparagus! Tasted great, especially the hazelnut pesto, and Mum and I both got seconds of it, just... not much to it.

Main: Vegetable Greek Moussaka. Layers of grilled eggplant, Roma tomatoes and tender potatoes and onion, topped with panko breadcrumbs and served with oregano-tomato salsa.

My favourite of the mains, really filling and tasty.

Dessert: Chocolate Cherry Tart. Vanilla tart shell with rich dark chocolate ganache and cherry filling, sweet whipped cream and lemon zest.

No lemon zest, but there was a maraschino cherry! Very tasty, albeit quite hard to eat! (The ganache would slide around on top of the cherry filling.) The whipped cream was a bit overly sweet.

Overall thoughts

Not bad, and there has at least been an attempt! Some items were... weirdly sparse, like the formal night risotto, and the starter serves were sometimes tiny. Also, they do not know the meaning of 'jumbo asparagus', apparently. Some pretty decent desserts, albeit some quite simple. On the plus side, it's not just a scoop of lemon sorbet or some fruit!

Vegans won't go hungry, although you may want a protein shake or bar or something too.

[thorntopieces]

Attempt at explaining the LoZ timeline soup

Every time I look at the Loz time-crossword-puzzle (credit to this video by Chase Kip for the term) I just get more and more confused. ToTK did not help on that front.

But I had a thought - and I haven't watched many theory videos on the timeline after ToTK came out, so it is very possible someone has already discussed this exact idea. In that case, please ignore this post lmao.

Second disclaimer: I haven't played a lot of ToTK yet simply because I haven't had the time. I know a bit of the lore from watching others play it, but uhhh ... don't expect perfect accuracy.

I'll put this under a read more, because who knows how long it's going to be and how many shitty illustrations I might have to add in. I also have like,,, no proof of my idea except what popped into my brain.

Update: 750 words and two images under the "keep reading". Image IDs are provided. No grammar checking has been done.

Basically, my thought is that the entire timeline as we know it, y'know, this one:

[Image ID: picture of the Legend of Zelda Timeline depicted on page 69 of The Hyrule Historia. It shows the typical timeline split after Ocarina of Time into the Downfall, Adult and Child timelines. End Image ID] Source

Yeah, I think this timeline still checks out. Obviously, the version I'm showing here ignores some games (most importantly, my favourite: A Link Between Worlds) but that's alright.

Basically, my thought was that if we take all the fun new games that just ruin whatever remnants of timeline we had left (read: BoTW, AoC, ToTK and Hyrule Warriors) and uhh. Let's create a semi-pocket dimension with them. All of those exist together in their own fun little loop now. Imagine the original timeline as a bed and we just drape my fun BoTW-AoC-ToTk-HW blanket over the bed. Let it lay on top.

At the top of the bed, by the pillow is Skyward Sword. We let Skyward Sword play out and BAM! They're working on establishing the Kingdom of Hyrule on the Surface. At the same time we can have Rauru (the King, not the Sage) and Sonia establish the Kingdom of Hyrule on ... well, the Surface. But since BoTW-AoC-ToTk-HW is a blanket laying on top of the bed, these two Kingdoms of Hyrule don't really interact.

And so the established timeline moves as normal, like we have the Minish Cap and Four Swords and everything is going great. But Ah! Actually Everything Isn't That Great because now we've got Hyrule Warriors happening on the blanket. A big war requires big help, yeah? Well, so what I failed to tell you is that this blanket is ... kind of in need of repair. It's got some thinner areas in the weave here and there and a couple of actual holes. Time kind of doesn't really progress during this war, so let's say that the Hyrule Warriors war lasts ... from around ish around the start of Ocarina of Time through the bottom of the conventional timeline (after Spirit Tracks, Four Swords Adventures and Whatever Is At The Bottom of Downfall).

The holes in the blanket are where we get the interdimensional travel through. Young Link? Yeah he was just temporarily dragged through a hole in the blanket from OoT/MM to aid in this war. Twili Midna? Same thing, just snatched out of the Twili Realm. Ravio? Sure! Snatch him up too. During the time where they're fighting in the war, time doesn't really pass in the normal timeline, and they probably don't remember much of the war afterwards once they've been returned to their original time and place. Think of it like a full body, skill and personality scan of them being done and that copy being dumped into Hyrule Warriors.

And then peaceful times happen and an indeterminate amount of time happens after Hyrule Warriors. Maybe because time passed so slowly during it (a couple of years at most, I think someone said 7 once?) while the normal timeline progressed by thousands of years, it's now catching up and a lot of time passes. Then we get AoC.

Well, you see, this blanket is actually quite fucked. We're getting closer to the bottom of the bed and this blanket has been mauled. There are now two strips of blanket, not just one cohesive blanket. On one side, AoC happens and everything is great, and on the other, BoTW Link falls in battle and takes a long feckin nap. Then he goes and does Breath of the Wild, gets a moment of peace. Then, ToTK.

And bam, we're back at the top of the bed with Skyward Sword and ToTK and it starts all over again.

Makes sense? Eh, probably not so much.

How about a (shitty) visual depiction:

[Image ID: a low-opacity image of the IGN Legend of Zelda timeline. There is handwritten text on top of the image. Between Skyward Sword and Ocarina of Time is written "Tears Of The Kingdom + Peace Era" in dark blue. All the other games are encircled in a dark-blue outlined square. Inside this square is written "This Is All Just Hyrule Warriors". At the bottom of the square is a cutout, where a mini timeline has been drawn. The timeline splits into two. The left side says "AoC" and the right side says "BoTW" and then "ToTK". End Image ID] Original Image Source

Anyways, those are my silly little thoughts.

[your-older-alterhuman-sibling]

@3qu1us ur doing this too >:3

probably vanilla or grape, possibly acrylic paint

either the 'honk mi mi mi' or the 'boink'

Mate or Die deffo

when the ai I created for a school project asked 'why do people experience emotion? what would happen if nobody loved each other?' I cant explain but it felt so genuinely human

Harry Potter, sharks, there's probs more

when I hear different meme sounds or this shitty reaction images I think of you, Alex <3

Mary (Alex G), I Bet on Losing Dogs (Mitski), Step On Me [sped] (The Cardigans), New Flesh (Current Joys), Boys Don't Cry (the Cure), Cupid (Jack Stauber), Fine [sped] (Lemon Demon), Sarah (Alex G), Audit [Walten Files song] (Weevildoing), Absolute Territory (Ken Ashcorp)

Somebody breaks into my house and tries to kill me so I need an escape? I know my exact route, I know what to use as a weapon for self-defense, I know at what point to call emergency services. Also, I've literally planned what to do in case of an apocalypse. The joys of being autistic.

Vet, yet everyone says I'd be a great vet. I just couldn't handle it.

one of those silly devices in old movies where there's two people and they have to lift a little seesaw-thing up and down to go forward on the rails. it's clumsy and doesn't work properly

you act like a bull just baked you a pie.

I have a little trinket box that has lesbians on it, painted like a greek painting. there's a little cupid and everything. I should post it one day

I had my moms coat, sneakers that were three sizes too large, weird overalls, pastel pink jumper

I would rather be able to draw not write bc I can do both already and writing's just v time consuming honestly, it kind frustrates me also

acai, euphemism

prank calls, gossip, panting nails, watching movies,

my dump phase. it sounds horrific, but I genuinely miss that era. I was so much healthier mentally, I was secure in my identity and I was liked by a load more people. that was also quarantine but oh well

making my favourite foods, colour mixing, socialising lmfao

I found my sister watching p. I also baked some random ass poisonous-looking leaf in my air fryer and ate it bc I felt like it.

avocado, soup, prawns, hummus, oranges

I once spent 24 under constant surveillance bc some random called my health workers and told them I threatened to kill someone. for the record, I didnt, but I was on new medication and was incredibly unstable so they weren't taking any chances

that everyone had made a secret pact to treat certain people weirdly. I also assumed everyone else talked to themselves

my brother who lives in the country I was born in always brings over my fave treats when he visits. there's these little liquorice flavours they do in the Nederlands and one of the floors is salt. I love it but it literally tastes like soured milk afterwards

one

I originally followed demilypyro bc she was funny, now I follow her bc not only is she funny, she's also dutch

I have a v English accent (south England) but if I got to chose I'd choose either my native dutch or French like my grandpapa has

that kind of deep hello that feels musty and cosy without being highlighter yellow. its just kind of.. deeper white?

And Yet I Am Dead (this was actually gonna b the go name for a band I was in, but it got changed)

how to use glue properly bc I didnt think I was doing it right. I've also looked up a tut on how to sound exactly like Neil Ciceraga, but that's a story for another day

South Park, Lemon Demon, lemurs, greek and renaissance paintings

:D

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What smell do you think you'd recognize the fastest?

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What is the most human thing that you've ever seen done by an animal/machine?

What is something you know a lot about, but don't have much of an opinion on?

What's something that always reminds you of the same thing every time you see/hear/etc. it?

What song do you feel like would be the same color as your favorite color? (If your favorite color was a song, what would it be?)

What's something that'll never happen that you've put a lot of thought into anyways?

What's a job you've never imagined having/wanted to have, even since you were a kid?

Usually trains of thought are resonated with, well, trains- what's something else you'd use to describe your thought process?

What's an idiom you love, but are never able to use?

What's something you bought without thinking and don't regret buying?

Did you have a favorite outfit/shirt/jacket/pair of shoes/etc. as a child? If so, what?

Would you rather be able to draw, but not write, or vice versa?

What's a word you have no clue how to pronounce?

What's a sleepover activity you've never done before?

What fills you with nostalgia, despite being relatively new?

What's something you've done enough you feel like you should have memorized it by now, but still need reference to do?

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Has there ever been a food that you don't like, but a bunch of your friends/family love?

What's a fact about you that you'd feel willing to share to anyone, no matter who they are?

What's a strange assumption about humanity that you made as a kid, if you had one?

What's a food you would've liked, if it weren't for the aftertaste?

how many oceans have you swam in?

Think of one of the people you follow. Why did you follow them originally? Did the reason change overtime?

What accent do you have now and What accent would you have if you got to choose one?

what’s your favorite color of nightlight?

Quick! come up with a name for a music album!

Strangest thing you ever looked up a tutorial on?

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