#truly invaluable

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

REAL AND ROTATABLE!

Thank you so much to my wonderful and talented friend Coy, who made this! This is now my most treasured belonging!

[homosherb]

y’all weren’t kidding about the masterdoc

[muffinapologist]

Somewhere there’s a better timeline where we started training and domesticating rats much earlier and everything is better because we have little rat helpers

[priestfrommidnightmass]

i’ve had this crazy emotional growth spurt lately out of nowhere where. i’ve been able to get past and make peace these traits of myself that i thought were permanent and unfixable and it’s just been so crazy. i feel like an entirely new person and honestly? for the first time in a very long time (maybe my entire life honestly) i feel. happy with myself i feel like i’m finally unlocking the version of myself i’m meant to be and Want to be

[astrxlfinale]

[ META ] + Memories, or lack thereof?

Sae, this will never stop being a personal challenge to Caelus.

Memories are one of the central themes to his character. Less of a rampant desire/warpath to recover. However, it's being someone who has experienced this loss and instead, finds a heightened value in the experiences he decides to carry from here on. Given the formula of being rebirthed in critical circumstances, not to mention this is where he gains an interstellar adventure, it helped in cultivating these aspects.

In truth it does him good as it's not in the vein of situating in a solitary living space, learning one planet's customs or anything of the sort. This would've smoothed over his blank slate with cultural values, which would angle less upon the self.

To the Script's credit, this afforded him an amazing opportunity in terms of perspective. To be the outside looking in, to let connections formulate simply from his opinion and approach with ALL of his heart. It heightens the scale of choice that comes with the Nameless creed.

What Caelus tends to do is transform the pain and bitter emotions of this reality into something better. By holding this loss, he gains the ability to better define the value of new experiences, and what was once something else entirely, now becomes matters he throws his entirety into perceiving in a way that's simply true to him. While this advantage is tightly held, this doesn't mean that the pain diminishes.

There's a solid opportunity that Caelus may never truly get those old memories back. It bothers him. There's people who have history with him, and likely under the script's influence or god knows what other circumstance, he'll never truly be able to recover. To bring it to a more personal front, it brings this bizarre sensation that he's created a stranger despite being the same soul. A smiling face many look at, and see echoes of within him.

At the same, that bizarre switch up that some things truly hadn't changed at all. He holds no real answer on how to approach this as of yet.

It does serve as a thread of annoying thought in his mind from time to time. Just how many people wish for the old Caelus's return? Is it bad that he wants to devour that aspect of himself, and let the past instead be grafted and seared into the present?

He could be thinking too hard about it.

Such pursuits may not be stopping anytime soon.

@araneitela

[tarn-ati0n]

Please use Drifloon? For me? 🥺

Oughhhhhhhh... Drifzepli does kick ass but I just used one in my Pokemon Platin playthrough.... I'm sorry I let you down

[mortispoxi]

Luiga was tweeting with fans about the video yesterday. Amongst saying other things he believes the video defo played into Kompus’ narrative.

Really? Well I’m glad I came to a similar sentiment to the person who is close to the situation while still being able to willingly talk to the public. Luiga truly has nothing to lose or gain by sharing his thoughts so to me having my opinion about the PMG video be shared with the likes of him feels significant.

[lilacpaperbird]

I love the fact that this is a paragraph in a page exclusively dedicated to list every Single Perfect Tear moment in the show, and that it made me discover there's also a page exclusively dedicated to jensen's allegedly wonky eye

supernatural wiki what would we do without you

[slothquisitor]

Folks who go through all dialogue trees in BG3 cutscenes and post them on youtube, you really out there doing THE work. This fic writer appreciates you.

[chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dye]

I am very glad to see all the interest in Killjoys week you guys show, it makes me very happy and I hope it all goes well!

I would just like to ask y'all one thing tho, please add image descriptions to your posts for this event (and well hopefully all your posts as well ofc), it only takes a while to write one and can be immensely helpful. Or if you perhaps have time and see a post without an ID it would be absolutely amazing if you could write one for it. Perhaps you know I used to dedicate quite a bit of my time to writing them but it unfortunately got really exhausting but if we all write IDs on our own posts then we can all help make this fandom a little bit more accessible together! And if this event can carry one message I hope it is this one.

If any of you have some nice guides on how to write IDs it would be great if you could share them in reblogs or comments as I personally don't really know any, I would be very grateful for that

[levil0vesyou]

Carl of carlsguides dot com is the true mvp of modern gaming tbh

[maked-artyshenanigans]

So, I saw this image on Facebook, and it was supposedly showing what Queen Nefertiti would have looked like in real life:

Now, I thought this AI generated garbage was just truly terrible on a number of levels; first off, she looks wayyyyyy too modern - her makeup is very “Hollywood glamour”, she looks airbrushed and de-aged, and as far as I’m aware, Ancient Egyptians didn’t have mascara, glitter-based eyeshadows and lip gloss. Secondly, her features are exceptionally whitewashed in every sense - this is pretty standard for AI as racial bias is prevalent in feeding AI algorithms, but I genuinely thought a depiction of such a known individual would not exhibit such euro-centric features. Thirdly, the outfit was massively desaturated and didn’t take pigment loss into consideration, and while I *do* like the look of the neck attire, it's not at all accurate (plus, again, AI confusion on the detailing is evident).

So, this inspired me to alter the image on the left to be more accurate based off the sculpture’s features. I looked into Ancient Egyptian makeup and looked at references for kohl eyeliner and clay-based facial pigment (rouge was used on cheeks, charcoal-based powder/paste was used to darken and elongate eyebrows), and I looked at pre-existing images of Nefertiti, both her mummy and other reconstructions. While doing this, I found photos of a 3D scanned sculpture made by scientists at the University of Bristol and chose to collage the neck jewellery over the painting (and edited the lighting and shadows as best as I could).

Something I see a lot of in facial recreations of mummies is maintaining the elongated and skinny facial features as seen on preserved bodies - however, fat, muscle and cartilage shrink/disappear post mortem, regardless of preservation quality; Queen Nefertiti had art created of her in life, and these pieces are invaluable to developing an accurate portrayal of her, whether stylistic or realistic in nature.

And hey, while I don't think my adjustments are perfect (especially the neck area), I *do* believe it is a huge improvement to the original image I chose to work on top of.

I really liked working on this project for the last few days, and I think I may continue to work on it further to perfect it. But, until then, I hope you enjoy!

Remember, likes don't help artists but reblogs do!

[shoujoprotagonist]

Since it's the new year I'm giving this another bump! The January survey is up! (Linking the twitter post HERE since the website still links to December.) Let's get the My S-Class Hunters webtoon and novel an official English license this year!!

Request My S-Class Hunters novel in English!

I saw a post like this a few months ago and figured I would create another one like it to help get some momentum!

If you enjoy My S-Class Hunters (the webtoon and/or the novel itself) then please take a moment to fill out the Seven Seas monthly survey and request they license it in English!

The May survey is available via the direct link HERE; if you follow 7seas on twitter or periodically check their website the monthly survey is also available on those platforms.

If there are other companies that you're aware of that have similar surveys I encourage you to link them as you see fit.

Having the novel be officially licensed is a good way to directly support the author by having an avenue to purchase an official translation of the series, especially if you have difficulty navigating websites like Naver Series and Ridibooks to purchase the original. (And, also, if you struggle with reading Korean or can't read it and rely on machine translations, having an official translation is also beneficial.) If there are other series that you enjoy, it's also a good chance to list those on the survey as well!

Thank you for your time!

[i-am-but-a-beta-fish]

figured out the backyard B)

[beloveds-embrace]

The “Shared wife” trope and you’re John Price’s darling little housewife. The light of his life. His precious angel. The home he keeps in his house.

You are truly the best thing that has happened to him; all soft smiles and sweet words, a warm embrace he can melt to and shed all of the sharp edges he must bear whenever he’s deployed and carries the weight of the world across his shoulders.

The same world outside your little home was a cruel one, one where John had made more enemies than he cared to count. Each mission, each order barked into a comms unit, and each bullet fired carried a price- one that weighed on him more heavily than the tactical vest he wore.

But there was you, and he’d do it all again if it means having you safe and sound.

His darling. His beloved. The soft warmth of your hands, the sweetness of your smile. You were his sanctuary, his reprieve from the shadows of his work. And because of that, he could not- would not- allow anything to take you from him.

It wasn’t just him anymore, though. They were always there, watching. Protecting- for you belonged to John, and so did they, but you weren’t sharpened like them and you didn’t have to be; they’d be sharp enough for you, too. Guard dogs, their leashes held by John.

Especially when John tugged on those leashes and had them stay with you while he was away on a different mission. As if he’d ever leave you alone, all by your lonesome.

Kyle was the easiest to adjust, his role almost seamless. He lingered in the background, watchful but not intrusive and never forceful in joining your space, his easy charm disarming to anyone who might venture too close. He’d follow John’s orders without hesitation, his voice steady over the phone and comms after Price sent him to patrol the property’s edges.

“It’s quiet out here,” he’d murmur, voice a low hum in the radio. “No sign of trouble. As it should be.”

Soap, of course, tugged harder on the leash. He had energy to spare, bounding about the property like an overzealous hound. But it wasn’t just his sharp instincts that made him invaluable; it was his ability to diffuse tension with a grin and a joke, to make you feel like the safest person in the world, and coax you back inside while distracting you from whatever lingered outside.

It shouldn’t be for you to worry. All you needed to do was stay your lovely, content self, curled up all warm and cozy in your favorite spots like a particularly cherished kitten.

“Dinnae worry, lass,” he’d say as he hefted a bag of groceries from your car, muscles flexing under his shirt. “Nothin’ gets past us. We’re like the bloody Buckingham Palace guards- but more handsome. What are you making for lunch? How about I show you a family recipe, eh?”

And then there was Simon.

Ghost was quiet, his presence as much a shadow as his name suggested. But you always knew when he was near, the subtle shift in the air around you as his dark eyes followed your every move. He was the one who lingered just a little longer after everyone else had gone to bed, his massive frame nearly invisible against the darkened walls and only showing himself just so you wouldn’t get frightened.

“You don’t have to do that.” You’d tell him softly, catching sight of him through the kitchen window as he circled the house, even though you were so sure John was overreacting and these men needed to calm down. “Si, please. It’s cold tonight, too.”

But he would only shake his head, low and unyielding. “It’s my job to keep you safe. Don’t worry about me. Let’s get you back inside, Price’ll have my head if you catch a cold.”

And John truly kept them in line, orders sharp and precise. It was a dynamic they understood instinctively, honed from years of serving under him. He was their captain, their leader, their handler, and when it came to you, his commands were absolute.

But you were the one who softened them.

It started small: a hand on Kyle’s shoulder when he seemed tense, massaging the knots out, a gentle laugh at one of Soap’s outrageous jokes with his hand on your lower back, a quiet “thank you” murmured to Ghost as he handed you something you hadn’t even asked for yet ended up needing. They responded to you as if they were attuned to you, sharp edges dulling in your presence until they were handing you the leashes themselves.

Soap once joked about it- how they were like a pack of loyal dogs, their ears pricking up whenever you entered the room.

“You’ve got us all wrapped around your little finger, love,” he’d teased, earning a gruff “Shut it, MacTavish” from Price. Because they stayed, even when John returned. Because they belonged.

But it was true.

They followed John’s orders without question, but when you asked something of them, it wasn’t obedience- it was devotion. Ask them for the world, and they will drag it to your doorstep bleeding and heaving. Ask them for the sun, and they will tear it out of the sky to present it to you on burnt palms.

“Simon, will you check the garden gate for me? I think the latch is loose again.” You’d say, and he’d rise without hesitation, broad shoulders brushing the doorway as he left. And then he’d return, and patiently wait until you’d kiss his cheek.

“Kyle, do you mind grabbing the mail? It’s pouring out there.”

“Anything for you, darling.” Gaz would reply, already pulling on his jacket, and when he’d return he’d make sure you wouldn’t get wet while he leaned down and stole a kiss on your forehead.

“Johnny, help me with this jar, will you?”

“Aye, lass, but only if you kiss me.” Soap would tease, though he’d already have the jar in hand, his grin softening when you rolled your eyes. Still, he’d obediently lower his head for you to peck.

And John watched it all with quiet pride. They were his men, and he trusted them with his life. Now, he trusted them with yours. Because they were his, and you were his, and all of you should have been together from the start anyways.

You were worth protecting. Worth loving. Worth the world itself, because you were one and the same to them.

The first time you teased him about it- about how he seemed to have the entire Task Force at his beck and call- he simply pulled you into his arms and kissed you until you were clinging to his shoulders, breathless and warm.

“They’d do anything for you,” he murmured against your hair, then. “Same as me. You’re ours to protect.”

It was possessive, yes, but not in a way that stifled you, not like shackles that bound you to a prison. It wasn’t a cage; it was a fortress, each of them a stone in the walls that kept you safe.

And you, their sweet, lovely little wife, were the center of it all. Safe, cherished, and loved beyond measure.

[fakeoldmanfucker]

Best decision of my life (slight, but only slight, exaggeration) was buying my own copy of The Facebook Effect. David Kirkpatrick I owe you my firstborn.