#transformers blases

[spicysourchimken]

Murder! Murder! Murder!

TRIGGER WARNING: discussions of death, murder, descriptions of corpses, gore and corpse desecration

(This Idea is loosely inspired by @/the-witchhunter's 'Ghost in the Morgue', please go check it out if you like this concept and have not yet read it)

[Other stuff in this AU: World Building]

Corpses au Danny, not just Corpse but Corpses. Every time Danny transforms he drops a new body, Danny honestly has lived with it long enough that it's funny at this point (and also. maybe made him a little weird about his own death and or deaths). This is not the same for Tim, who now has to deal with a potential serial killer.

Tim is looking into a string of strange and suspicious deaths that might point to the appearance of a new rogue, this results in him taking a visit to the morgue as Red Robin, only to meet a potential victim, Daniel Fenton the latest medical examiner for GCPD.

----

Tim was the one who had found the first body a week ago. He'd been on patrol when he'd spotted it propped up against a dumpster in an alley. It couldn't have been there longer than an hour, the blood was far too fresh.

Tim had planned to just check out the scene and call it in, but then he actually saw the body. It'd been eviscerated, torso ripped open organs spilling out and its hands had been frozen to the ground- hell the entire body seemed to be coated in a layer of frost.

Tim kept tabs on the investigation, if anything for simple curiosity. Then they'd found the second body. Body frozen to the ground, same victim profile- but the death had been completely different. Slashed throat, face mutilated.

Then there was another, and this time Tim wanted to see it in person. This was either a serial killer or the start of a new rogue, and for Tim to be able to tell he needed to see. He sent word to Gordon, if anything more of a warning. He was greeted by the medical examiner.

Greeted was a strong word.

The medical examiner was... strange. Tim had heard news of him starting work and as far as Tim was aware of he was clean, and an almost boring person. The medical examiner that Tim met was unnerving. Pale, staring almost through him and carried blase attitude to his work.

What was worse is that he reminded so much of a corpse, not just a corpse but the corpse.

Then it struck him.

Fenton could be a target. Fenton could be the focus of the killer's obsession.

He'd have to keep tabs on Fenton, too bad he might be the most reckless Gotham citizen in existence.

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Gotham, admittedly hadn't been Danny's first pick after he finished medical school. Danny had always intended to become a medical examiner, dealing with your own corpses for years would do that do you. 'Finished' was the real problem, Danny had been doing well, great even but then he'd died. Twice. Real unfortunate really, hit and run and then poison, left him with a dry throat for weeks.

His own classmate apparently tried to kill him, which means it would be more than hard to actually finish medical school. That's fine, he had access to Tucker, an actual godsend who was able to make it look like he had all the proper qualifications... as long as you didn't look too hard.

Gotham was apparently pressed for a good medical examiner. All he needed to be was experienced.

Thankfully he had that in spades.

Things frankly only started going down hill last week. He'd made a habit of taking on requests between work, occultist avoided Gotham like the plague leaving him the only voice for the dead. Usually it was pretty easy gig, collect some momentos, help a few ghosts recognize they're dead. Until he'd had to deal with a Wraith.

It didn't go well. Danny was dead set on handling it as a human, appearing as Phantom could cause all matter of chaos. Danny had also not been informed that the claws of a wraith could pierce through human flesh so there's that. Danny was once again evicted from the mortal coil, dropping his own corpse and having to finish the fight off

Danny had planned to deal with his body after gaining his human form back and making sure that the thing could no longer return to the earthly plane. Turns out a bat got there first, turned the place into a crime scene. Just his luck he was beaten bloody enough to be unrecognizable.

His luck continued to go down hill when he was killed, not once, not twice but three times (this of course, wasn't accounting for the times he'd needed to go ghost). He'd gotten good at taking care of his bodies in Gotham at that point, or so he thought, until he was told he had not only a new body on his table and Red Robin waiting to be escorted to his morgue.

Now Danny has to juggle the growing chaos that it they spirits of Gotham while trying to make sure none of his bodies are identified, even if that means making a mess of Red Robin's investigations.

[mahou-furbies]

First impressions on Maebashi Witches

Luckily for me based on the first episode this is more mahou than idols so I'm more optimistic now than based on the pre-release information. The story is about a group of girls who get recruited to be "witches" who run a magical shop that helps troubled people, and apparently this helping entails a pep talk in the form of a magical idol concert.

The pacing was super fast, which I don't really mind because at least we got to the point quickly and didn't have to waste five episodes of each girl getting their turn to go through the usual "omg what is magic, the plushie talked, I transformed and the words are coming to me" motions. So if the anime wants to actually have a story it now has more room for that, though I wouldn't be surprised if this was more about wacky episodic shenanigans. What I liked less was the genre aware attitude, like the characters comment that the yellow girl is the dumb one of the group and such and in general act pretty blase about all the weirdness around them, but it wasn't pronounced enough to put me off (at least yet).

So far my favourite thing was the vibrant visuals, and while I still don't care for 3D animated idol concerts, at least this one was visually interesting. Also since this is such a common bitching point on this blog let's bring up that we have a proper green girl this time around.

Purple girl was pretty annoying, I hope that was because she'll get proper character development and not just because it's someone's favourite waifu type.

[witchofthesouls]

You know the film Who Framed Rodger Rabbit where humans and Toons live there together?

Imagine the sheer chaos to occur if any Transformers iterations landed on that type of Earth. No one knows who the fuck these giant robots are as they definitely aren't Toons. Meanwhile the bots can't help but be confused by these strange creatures living alongside the organics.

The Toons however see both factions as perfect targets for mischief. Starscream crashing into a wall via a super realistic painting, poor Optimus getting flowers full of dynamite or Bumblebee having multiple 'Kick Me I'm Fake' signs plaster on his bumper by Toon cars. Megatron feels like they landed in a looney bin as he fails to intimidate the 50th cartoon rat on the ship.

This probably lead to kidnapping a human cause no one is making progress when they're constantly getting menaced by law defying entities.

Oh man, the childhood nostalgia is so real here 🤣🤣

Look, the Toons would break the Autobots and the Decepticons. Cybertronians are not strangers to special powers, but beings that regularly defy all sense of laws in such a blase, hilarious manner without one ounce of logic yet yield so much damage?

The factions' respective medbays will be constantly full of mecha with processor crashes and circuit burnout. Soundwave, Prowl, and Red Alert will have to be put into long-term stasis for their mental and emotional health.

You want peace? Or a long-term armistice? Send in Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck as Trojan Horses.

There is no escape from their antics. Those creatures are everywhere.

Land. Sea. Air. Fucking space in a random astro-suit.

(Mechs would be driven mad trying to find who the hell is Marvin the Martian in any database. Including the Galactic Alliance.)

Even Megatron will break.

He will become hollow mech, desperate for respite, and beg for mercy. A new phobia for the fear of the sound of carrots being crunched and chewed would be implemented in their disorders. As well as Daffy's crazed laughter once they can reliably track it.

But the biggest kicker? All the humans would just chuckle or outright laugh at their declarations. Aliens? Really? Are you sure? What's the gimmick?

Many humans shake their heads, elbowing people around them because there's a new joke going around. Apparently, the Toons caught into the mecha anime explosion, so now they have sentient Gundams walking around with an epic battle of good versus evil.

(Que some Americans shouting things in Japanese. Some want to improve or keep up their language skills. Others just want to be dicks. It would be funnier if humans had so much experience picking out the robots in disguise from the Toons' general mayhem and shenanigans.)

The Toons know that those are real aliens but are too delighted by the sheer potential chaos of having fresh meat, ahem, new neighbors.

[scrumpledorph]

Watching a show obviously made to appeal to the sexual sensibilities of teenage boys as a transsexual pervert who's starved to death for pieces of media about women is so funny. Extremely well animated pole dancing transformation sequence? Blase, if anything so over the top that it's funny. "Everyone who's in love with my red heels and wants a bullet in the head put your hand up"? Kind of got me flustered.

[papapapo]

Cardinal Cupich: USAID freeze ‘Could actually cause death’

U.S. President Trump’s executive order halting congressionally appropriated foreign assistance effectively shut down the work of the U.S. Agency for International Development. The archbishop of Chicago reflects on this decision and on how it will jeopardize essential service for hundreds of millions of people.

By Cardinal Blase J. Cupich

Over the course of just a few weeks, the new administration suddenly halted foreign aid for 90 days, making dramatic cuts in funding and staff at the U.S. Agency for International Development. This has thrown the network of charities that administer our global humanitarian aid, including those funded by Catholics, into chaos. There is a human cost to acting so precipitously, which is partly why on Feb. 13, a federal judge ordered the administration to restore funding, given the “likelihood of a successful claim that the Executive’s actions violate the Constitution and statutes of the United States.”

While a government has the right and duty to ensure taxpayer funds are spent wisely, freezing that aid, even before any such review, adds to the suffering of people who are starving, homeless and threatened by disease. While the government announced that lifesaving aid work would be exempt, these exemptions are not being effectively implemented. A crippled USAID is not making timely payments for past and current work in these life-saving programs, perhaps causing permanent damage to the ability of humanitarian aid groups to save lives.

This is one of the reasons the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops filed suit against the administration on Feb. 18. “The conference suddenly finds itself unable to sustain its work to care for the thousands of refugees who were welcomed into our country and assigned to the care of the USCCB by the government after being granted legal status,” explained USCCB President Archbishop Timothy Broglio. The USCCB, which “spends more on refugee resettlement each year than it receives in funding from the federal government,” according to the lawsuit, is still waiting for reimbursements from the government totaling about $13 million for expenses prior to Jan. 24.

The decision to abruptly slash USAID funding brought swift responses from the international community, including the Holy See:

“Stopping USAID will jeopardize essential services for hundreds of millions of people, undermine decades of progress in humanitarian and development assistance, destabilize regions that rely on this critical support, and condemn millions to dehumanizing poverty or even death,” according to a statement from Caritas Internationalis, a confederation of 162 Catholic relief agencies, which operate in more than 200 nations and territories.

The effect of these funding cuts has been staggering for both small and larger charities, such as Catholic Relief Services (CRS), the foreign-aid program of the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops, founded in 1943.

Carolyn Woo, who ran CRS from 2012 to 2016, and once served as dean of the Mendoza College of Business at the University of Notre Dame, offers a chilling assessment: “The freeze [on foreign aid],” she told Our Sunday Visitor, “where it affects programs like this, really puts people’s health, livelihood on the line, and it could actually cause death.”

That’s because every year, CRS provides aid to about 210 million people across 120 nations — and, as Woo writes in a Feb. 7 piece in America, more than half of its budget has come from USAID contracts. Cut a charity’s budget in half, and you halve the amount of help it can provide.

What sort of help does CRS offer? Back to Woo: “USAID grants enable CRS to undertake emergency assistance and long-term transformational development. The work covers and integrates multiple areas for human flourishing: food, health, livelihoods, agriculture, education, water and sanitation, child development, access to capital and peace-building.”

This complex work is not simply a handout, but a hand-up. Woo recalls the story of Ernesto, a farmer who found himself destitute after years of costs outstripping returns on crop sales. With the help of CRS, the farmer learned to farm a new crop sustainably, and with that first return, he was able to set himself on the path to financial stability. Soon he began teaching other farmers these methods and even saved enough to send his children to college. This program was funded by a grant from USAID.

Some claim that hobbling USAID was necessary because it is “wasteful.” Woo addresses that, too, explaining that over the past three decades, global poverty has dropped from one-third of the population to one-tenth, made possible by international development aid. What’s more, Woo notes, “both maternal and infant-child mortality rates have dropped by 50 percent.” For anyone who prioritizes life issues, it’s hard to imagine a better return on an investment, considering that USAID counts for less than 1% of the federal budget.

But the humanitarian crisis occasioned by these unsparing cuts is also a crisis of trust — trust in the United States of America, in its ability to keep its word and honor its promises. Such a loss of trust could have dire consequences.

This was immediately highlighted by Cardinal Christoph Schönborn, archbishop emeritus of Vienna. In a recent column referring to the cancellation of contracts, the cardinal writes, “What is currently happening in the United States is dangerous.”

“Contracts govern large parts of our lives,” the cardinal continues. “The rule of law thrives on the fact that treaties apply.” When agreements are broken, “the powerful dictate their will, no matter what is contractually agreed.”

 “Loyalty and faith, trust and security, and above all the weaker, poorer, and defenseless are falling by the wayside,” Cardinal Schönborn goes on, asking a simple but searing question: “Do we want that?”

The “we” of it matters. For any nation, foreign aid is an expression of strategic wisdom. A world with less human suffering is by definition a safer world. A world in which nations keep their agreements is one in which development has a better chance of success. The path to improving the human condition leads not inward, but rather out from ourselves, from our enclaves and nations, toward lasting international partnership and the authentic flourishing of the human family.

Finally, foreign humanitarian aid is also, more deeply, an expression of a nation’s values. American values still include caring for the less fortunate, standing up for the oppressed and building long-term peace through solidarity. The United States expressed American values when it helped Europe rebuild after the devastation of World War II — this is our legacy as a nation, and it is one we must never abandon.

 As Christians, we follow the Lord’s call to love our neighbor as ourselves, even when it’s hard. But there is a less spiritual calculus to consider: namely, that weakening the social safety net at home or abroad will eventually affect us all, as none of us is invulnerable to disease or misfortune, no matter how blessed with health or wealth. America would be wise not to overreach the extent of her power in a connected world. After all, we never know when we’ll need the help of a Good Samaritan.

This article was reprinted with permission from Chicago Catholic, the English language newspaper of the Archdiocese of Chicago.

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[megamaster64-comms-open]

Oooooooh boy! It's unfinished art time!

Now, I just want to preface this with these pieces are unfinished for a reason...

A personal reason...

I'm not doing fnaf stuff anymore. It has been 8-9 years since I first started following the fnaf franchise. And I feel like I need to move on.

Not that I've 'matured' past it, but I've grown apart from it. As I got older, my relationship with the franchise just started to feel like a bad long-distance romance.

I can't feel for Fnaf the same way I did when I was a kid.

Especially after so much shit went down with people from my childhood in like the past 4-6 months.

This doesn't mean that I won't still follow and support the fnaf artists that I currently do (you guys are awesome, btw!). It just means that I myself will be taking a step back.

The last fnaf post I will make is a sun/moon redesign. And after that I'll be done, maybe for now, maybe forever. Who knows? But while some things are best left forgotten, I don't want to forget the time I had at Freddy's.

Because for all the blotches and blemishes, it was beautiful.

Anyways, it's art time! The first one was supposed to be a crossover piece between my aus FNaF: Ties that bind, Transformers: Armageddon, and FNaF: Extraordinary.

Each villian confronting a different Charlie in all three parts of the image.

@soniccrazygal 's take on the character would be looking at Tf: Armageddon Shockwave in his 'M.X.E.S' form as he invades the Pizzaplex's security system.

@nachosforfree 's Charlie would be evading the murderous version of herself in Fazbear Frights.

And @north-noire 's Charlie would be confronting FNaF: Extraordinary Carlton as his spirit piloted the creation.

Im sorry I couldn't finish these love letters to your aus. I just lost the motivation.

There's one last image related to ties that bind, and nachosforfree's au.

I didn't finish it for all the reasons above, plus I hate Sonic.exe. and in this au, Andrew was meant to take that role.

It was just a thought experiment, though, spooky Sonic is just kinda blase to me now. Unless the person is doing something cool and new with it.

(Yes, I know that ref sheet is outdated.)

Anyhow, like always!

✨️Reblogging is always appreciated, and my commissions are open! You can find more info about them in the pinned post on my profile!✨️

[dhiatzs]

C'est terrible, parce que d'un côté je n'arrive pas du tout à process la scène entre Headache et Fagor, vu que c'est un passage qui sort de nulle part, sans lendemain et qui ressemble davantage à un gag qu'autre chose,

Mais d'un autre côté...

Je crois que cette case, extraite de cette scène, est l'un des éléments qui a le plus contribué à me faire aimer Fagor.

C'est la seule et unique fois dans Mutafukaz 1 qu'on a le droit à un aspect du personnage qui l'humanise et ne le fait pas parler uniquement de sa fonction de scientifique, aussi suggéré que ce soit. Et j'adore le fait qu'il ait une expression aussi awkward et mal ajustée, alors qu'on ne le voit que sérieux et dans son élément le reste du temps.

Le souci de cette scène c'est qu'on peut l'interpréter de deux manières drastiquement opposées, selon que Fagor soit voulu par Run comme attiré par les hommes ou non. Étant donné qu'il y a plutôt un sentiment de gêne distillé dans le dialogue, j'ai tendance à penser que c'est la deuxième option qui est la bonne dans le canon, mais après, est-ce que j'irais demander validation à l'auteur- sans doute pas aha.

Perso, dans mon petit fanon personnel, je préfère imaginer que Fagor est queer. Déjà parce que je queerise tous les personnages que j'aime et que personne ne peut me stopper, ensuite parce que ça peut donner une couleur intéressante à un personnage enfermé dans son travail et sans famille connue (pour un peu, être gay peut l'avoir isolé d'une famille bigote, surtout étant donné qu'il est âgé et que plus on remonte le temps, moins c'était socialement accepté d'être queer) et ensuite parce que pardon le boug a littéralement une insulte homophobe dans son blase, est-ce qu'on peut avoir ça svp-

Bref, j'en profite pour ressortir cette vieille fic parce que je l'ai relue l'autre fois et que je garde un attachement pour un post-scène plus chill

[carewyncromwell]

After reading your Friendship Drabbles, I have a question for you; Which of our Hogwarts friends that we’ve rarely seen paired up or even never paired up before do you think would be really cool to see interact with each other?

Ooh, now that's an interesting thought! Hmm...well, one I liked including in those drabbles was Murphy McNully, Badeea Ali, Tulip Karasu, and Rowan Khanna as members of a Wizards' Chess Club! I liked the Chess sidequest Jam City wrote for the first three, and it just seemed so logical for Rowan to be among their ranks too. Rowan and McNully in particular I feel would find a lot of common ground, especially since they'd be in the same house.

Speaking of Rowan, I also really like the idea of Rowan and Ismelda Murk getting on better in years 5 and 6, especially if Rowan is sorted as Slytherin the way mine is! I feel like after MC helps Ismelda with her crush on Barnaby, Ismelda would open herself up a bit more to accepting help from other people in her year regardless of how different they are from her, and considering that Rowan and Ismelda are both so interested in History of Magic, I could totally see them striking up a (whispered) conversation or two over an essay in the library or something. One of my heacanons that admittedly flies in the face of the game is the idea that it's Ismelda who ultimately takes over teaching her class History of Magic in Rowan's stead after their death in year 6, and in my personal version of the Circle of Khanna, Ismelda actually joined the organization not just because Merula invited her to, but actively out of wanting justice for Rowan.

I also think Chiara Lobosca and Nymphadora Tonks would have developed a very close bond over time, both before and after school. Not only are their dormmates who quite frankly could learn a lot from each other, but I love the idea that half the reason Tonks is so blase and accepting about her future partner Remus Lupin being a werewolf is because she met and fully accepted Chiara first. I also really like the idea that Chiara was the one who put Tonks in contact with Lupin and the Order of the Phoenix in the very beginnings of the Second Wizarding War.

Speaking of dormmates, Charlie Weasley and Ben Copper were good friends at school, you can rip that idea out of my cold, dead hands. In my headcanon, I actually imagine Charlie -- in true Weasley fashion -- becoming a bit protective of Ben after Merula targeted him so openly in their first year for his ancestry. When Ben went through his radical transformation in year 6 and hexed Charlie, the two ended up in a full-on physical fight, though they mended fences when they helped co-found the Circle of Khanna.

Ravenclaw dormies Talbott Winger and Andre Egwu, on the other hand? I'm sorry, these two were always trading sassy barbed comments with each other, I don't make the rules. ("You aren't seriously thinking of going out to Hogsmeade in those, are you?" "I'm not the one strutting about in purple and white-striped pants." "They're lavender-and-white slacks. And they are fashionable, compared to -- whatever hokey American ridiculousness you've got strapped to your feet." "I'm surprised the supposed 'King of Fashion' doesn't know what cowboy boots are.")

Finally I love the idea of Chiara connecting really well with Talbott! I wrote Carewyn befriending these two back-to-back in her fourth year due to how well their side-quest plot lines synced up (and honestly, their introductory TLSQ's were among the best in the entire game, IMO) and I just love the thought that these two "Lone Wolves" in MC's year could find some fun common ground despite their shared tendency to ward people away from them.

Another person that ends up close friends with Chiara in my headcanon is Jae Kim, though there's a bit more Jam-City-canon ammunition behind this. The game also included the ideas that Talbott was friends with Penny before MC and Talbott and Badeea connected through the Circle of Khanna, and I like the thought that Talbott kept in contact with both of them well after Hogwarts too. Even Merula and Tulip's game-canon fractured friendship, which I don't imagine healed that well at school, I personally like imagining improved after Tonks's death, when Merula and Tulip both took comfort from each other at her and Lupin's funeral.

[wyntereyez]

Wynter's Werewolf Watch-A-Thon: Late Phases

Late Phases

Tubi's description: Following the vicious attacks of a beast, a jaded veteran investigates what an isolated retirement community knows about the killings.

There will be spoilers in my description. Also, I'm going to warn you ahead of time: the dog very much does die. Many do, in fact. You may not want to read further based on this.

Anyway...

Ambrose is a blind Vietnam veteran who is moving into an isolated retirement community next to the woods. His son, Will, drops him off, and we see they have a difficult relationship. Ambrose is bitter, and sometimes even hostile, which immediately puts off the neighborhood welcoming committee. (Who were, admittedly, using that false friendliness that would put anyone's hackles up.) Upon entering the house, Ambrose finds barely-concealed scratches in the wall, and something that looks like a large claw or tooth.

That night, he hears something happening in his neighbor's place as she's violently attacked by the werewolf. It then comes into his home, but Shadow, his guide dog, defends him and drives it off. Shadow is fatally wounded, and Ambrose puts him out of his misery.

The police write it off as an animal attack, something that happens 'all the time' since they're so close to the woods. There'd also been a second attack down the road.

When his daughter-in-law mentions the moon had been full, Ambrose deduces the animal was a werewolf, and begins to investigate. His only clue is that the werewolf had a wheeze to its breathing.

Over the next month, Ambrose further antagonizes neighbors as he investigates, making them uncomfortable because he uses a shovel for a cane because he refuses to replace his dog. He begins attending church, where he catches the attention of the priest. The priest has a wheeze from smoking, making him a possible suspect, so Ambrose allows him to get close while he tries to solve the mystery. The rest of the time, he spends preparing for the next confrontation. And burying his dog. Which takes the hole month, for some reason.

While purchasing silver ammo, he finally figures out who the werewolf is when he learns James, one of the church deacons, had purchased silver ammunition the year before.

When James sees the ammunition bag in Ambrose's hand, he panics and bites several neighbors for back-up.

Before shifting, the priest visits James. He knows that James has been killing the neighborhood dogs, but he thinks James only believes himself to be a monster - until James tells him he'd gone into the woods to kill the werewolf, and had become one himself in the process. He shifts in front of the priest, and he's killed.

Ambrose takes down the new werewolves, then James himself. He then staggers off and dies, having overdosed on medication beforehand to ensure he didn't live to become a werewolf.

All in all, it's a rather slow movie. After the initial attack, there's not much that happens beyond arguments with his son, his neighbors being distrustful and calling the cops on him, and burying his dog. Which takes an entire month. If I were neighbors with a guy who kept a rotting corpse for a month, I'd probably call the cops, too. It's not something that did any favors for his character. And his son and daughter-in-law comment that's it's not a healthy thing to do, but don't do anything about it. Okay.

And Ambrose was a hard character to like. He was very much the bitter veteran stereotype, which I get, I just don't relate to.

The werewolf design was interesting.

The transformation was cool, with James tearing his skin away to reveal the wolf beneath. They were full-body suits, and the actors moved pretty well in them. Though something about them made me think 'fantasy goblin' rather than werewolf. That's probably just me, though.

Final verdict: It's not the worst werewolf movie I've seen, but it was very slow. And it was difficult to believe that everyone would be so blase about so many 'animal attacks'; you'd think they'd want to move or get someone to take care of it, surely? I mean, two people died in that first attack. Dogs keep going missing (getting killed by James). There've obviously been a lot of other attacks, including one that left scratch marks in Ambrose's new house. And I'm sorry, I just don't get why they dragged out the dog burial, except as a way to antagonize the neighbors? I dunno. I probably wouldn't watch it again.

[monster-noises]

Okay alright sure maybe i Do need to see Transformers One when it comes out.. i've been kinda blase about it thus far but i just saw the trailer and if nothing else that animation style and art direction FUCKS.

[fnielaubin]

Thomas Fersen : Blasé #francoisenielaubin1961, #thomasfersen, #blase, #lechoixdelareine, #totoutard, sortie prévue pour fin février. Dans son opus précédent, Thomas Fersen décrivait, un pauvre citoyen, qui se retrouvait en slip, à force d'être plumé par le fisc, et voilà, qu'à présent, il nous là fait états d'âme,  version désabusé, plutôt embarrass�� sur la méthodologie à mettre sur pied, pour secouer un fiston, qui sur le seuil de sa vie d'adulte, éprouve quelques difficultés, à avoir gout à la vie....Mais comment fait il donc, pour toujours, parvenir, à transformer, le truc, le plus chiant, voir, le plus scabreux, comme la prolifération des rats, à Paris, ainsi si joliment poétique.... Bon, personnellement, j'ai évidemment tout de suite identifié, le rat de Ratatouille, évidemment. En tout cas, les chats ne font pas des chiens, et les musaraignes (selon la dernières confessions de mes deux chats), pas davantage un rat non plus, fût il parisien.

[poozy3d]

Base mode with Toyhax for Transformers Legacy Commander Class Motormaster! The stickers really enhance his blase base mode! I actually wouldn't mind displaying him like this now!

[ksouul]

saturday 11:32 p.m. 7/13/24

daydream journal: start planning for the space i desire when i move into my bus.

im fed up with myself again. i go through these phases where i'll abstractly imagine all of these ideas i desire in my material world and the conditioning of my ethics begin to bother me. the small things lead to the bigger vision in a spiral and i'm grateful for the energies aligned. i think i've been feeling stuck with myself. how ironic. the closer i'm coming into 25, i'm reminded that there''s a lot i want and need when i get there. every decision in the foundation of my garden now depends on it. the thought of walking through big city civilization as indigenous communities continue to be targets for displacement and ethnic cleansing sets myself in a flow i've never dealt with before. i'm at a point where it isn't an overpowering or overwhelming feeling. the need to approach every action holistically is creating an order for me. transforming the knowledge i know so that the truth makes itself clear to me during fall. the artist in me wants to retreat. i think it's possible without social media platforms or amplifying what i stand for in that space. i enjoy the news and information given and in this elevation of view on the spiral path, i'm able to see where my limits are and what habits i can help instill in between for interdisciplinary purposes. a word i discovered recently by the way. interdisciplinary. the projections i place onto myself is a challenge i think i'm being asked to tackle and make friends with. especially as leo season reigns in. the serious need to organize and keep my waters clean. i think i need a social media detox again and commit to everything i've been wanting to embark since the move. my ability to maintain the energy to get things done has increased. i feel partly because of the power i've been fueling behind it has burned brighter. again, i've been bothered with my ethics though. i fear of putting all of this power into the wrong things. the flow in between the beams of lighting up my sun being misused. part of the conditioning is in layer of thinking i want the life that god and universe wants me to live. the more i've abandoned trying to dwell into "the word" or any spiritual practices and began into believing in myself, education, and reality through stories presented to me in my environment. it's been really scary. trusting myself. my continuous commitment and devotion to Truth though is part reason why so much power is being burned brighter. in all it is i've looked over in the information seeked out and found, seems uncredible due to my lack of memorization or importance around it. the bible or doctrine of the church has been mostly the reason to think that the brain and creation of who i am has a strong enough meaning to cultivate any truth ive ingested to be my own. a tiny blurred lining in my pride to feel confident enough to say i know something but not rooted enough to teach it. unless created in poetry or something i can transform with my hands. which brings me to believe that by essence, i am an artist. the roaring inside of me to create is the insanity of which i continue to ignore and let boil by overeating tendencies and constant consumption or the same old blase blah, instant gratification. lucky me. i've been making matters for myself harder as things on the reality end seem to look more beautiful though in direction of the colors brought to help textualize my world and understanding of what i'm putting out so. to question it all too much would be missing out on the clear point that since this move, i'm being asked to fall into everything. literally fall. i wanna be in love with life again and i know that i can be by the consistency of what angle i'm placing into my reality. reason for my scattered patterns of indulging and fight to get out of doubt. i think i'm also realizing that my self pity is so disturbing. whether i want this new life that's unfolding in front of me or not, life / time are graceful enough to give me the space to experiment what i'm going to do with it.

[operahousebookworm]

There are people who only play video games for the challenge and I'll admit... I don't get it.

Especially because you see the people who are into this and they are so fucking blase about the whole thing. Like watching a world record speedrun and the kid who does it is just like "oh, it's a record. guess that's cool."

It almost feels like the ultrahard video games are some kind of self-harm. You throw yourself at the Demon of Hatred over and over again just hoping that you might feel something, anything. (But it doesn't work. It never works.)

And the thing that really confuses me is that when I try to talk to these players about the other aspects of games, like the music or the storytelling or the immersion or the general artistry... and they just kind of stare blankly. It's like I'm describing a thing that's in a spectrum of light they can't see.

These are the people who feel an extreme sense of ownership over the whole medium. Their way of playing, to just throw themselves dully at the same obstacle over and over again until they have transformed their hand muscles into a machine that can perform these specific and minute movements and nothing else--this is the One True Way and everyone else are just pretenders. And the idea that their way of playing is not only just one way of of doing it, but a way that is and has always been a niche interest within the hobby, that idea just throws their whole existence into question and causes them to push even harder for the industry to center them and their preferences.

It's perfectly fine if a creator wants the experience of playing their game to be Fuck You, and it's perfectly fine if players enjoy and embrace that experience! But that's not What Gaming Is, and anyone who tries to insist as such is telling on themselves in a big way.

Sometimes I’m watching a video game analysis video and I’m having a good time maybe I’ll check out more of this person’s content later and then they randomly start going on a rant about pissy games journalists who think that all games should have an easy mode and how stupid easy video games are and I have to click off

[autobot2001]

RBA | Recruits X Human Femme Reader: Teaching Cybertronians

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: none Description:  You just graduated with a degree in elementary school education. You want to teach on the island or the city close to the ferry docks, but it's looking like you might need to take a job much further away; until Cody suggests teaching the new recruits. How does it go?

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32013823 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/39/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1085402913-transformers-book-of-one-shots-requests-open-rba