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randomcollection-o-stuff · 14 days ago
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From what I've gathered, Tales From The Gas Station is about a normal retail shift.
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wooldawn · 9 months ago
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what a guy
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silent-and-deadly · 16 days ago
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Boss makes a dollar while I make a dime, so I teach my demon friend @skittishsadismdemon about jazz history on company time.
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itsjustlikefallingsnow · 2 years ago
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watched gotg3 finally. and i’m normal about it i’m completely okay. i’m thinking normally about drax and mantis sibling banter and about rockets creation and i want a perfect body i want a perfect soul and about peter and gamora not getting together and about ravenger gamora and about floor and lila and teefs and why didn’t you make me good enough so that you could love me? and about “why didn’t you tell us?””why didn’t you ask” and about mantis fighting for what she wants and about how drax had a daughter and he loved her and about rocket raccoon and about how in the end they split up even though that means you can’t milk the franchise anymore because this is the good ending and happiness hit her like a bullet in the back and about he’s funny and he loves us and isn’t that enough? and about nebula and kraglin and about quill coming back to his grandfather and it all circles back and about rocket and being worth something on your own. i’m normal i’m so completely average about this movie
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w3ndytheraccoon · 1 year ago
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If I see one more post about why C!Dream is not a villain, I will rage-
C!Dream is a complex character with an understandable motive, and his spiralings was very realistic and I can one hundred percent see why. He is a very morally gray, albeit leaning more toward black than white, character. It wouldn’t be fair if I just label him as THE villain, because perspectives exist, and in some member’s perspective, like Purpled for example, he’s definitely not as evil as he is in, say, Tubbo’s perspective.
But that doesn’t change the fact Dream was a horrible person.
Just because he had a understandable motive, that doesn’t mean the shit that happened in Exile is justified. That doesn’t mean Doomsday is justified. That doesn’t mean all the manipulation and all the lying are justified. That doesn’t mean what he and Punz did to Vikkstar and Lazarbeam is justified. That doesn’t mean what happened in prison was justified.
Especially Exile and Vikkstar & Lazarbeam ! Exile is for isolating Tommy so he can’t cause trouble, not for abusing and gaslighting him to near the point of fucking suicide ! And what happened to Vikkstar & Lazarbeam was completely unnecessary ! Dream and Punz did NOT need to kill them over and over and over just to test the Revival Book, that is cruel and several violations of human’s rights.
Conclusion : C!Dream fucking sucks and I wish Punz didn’t brought him back. I’m an enthusiast, not apologist. His motive makes him explainable, not justifiable or excusable, and if I ever somehow manage to rip the fabric of reality and teleport to the DSMP universe, the first thing I will do is find Dream to deck him.
… But he’s still a complex character and one of my favourites.
Anyway, if I miss a point or something, do remind me. I’ll probably edit this and add more character analysis in the morning, when my thoughts are actually coherent and I’m not writing something from pure spite and anger.
Morning edit :
He also hurt Geogre and Sapnap. Sure, he never physically hurt them as far as we’re aware, but do you know how painful it is to watch your friend spirals and became the total opposite of how they were ? How helpless it feels when you realised your friend is too far gone and you can’t help them ? How guilty it is when you think of all the times you could reach out and stop them from turning out like this but you didn’t ? How badly that would take a toll on your mental health ?
But anyway, just because C!Dream is a horrible person, that doesn’t mean what happened in prison is okay. The whole obsidian cell with lava door and raw potato ? Yeah, that’s fine, I can get behind that, since it was his idea for prison to be like that. It’s just karma. What I meant is the torture part. Does he deserve it ? Depends who you ask. I personally think it was justified and deserved, but that still doesn’t make it okay.
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raccoon-in-a-hoodie · 1 year ago
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just watched nimona
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sunllghtt · 3 months ago
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I wish I wasn't a dumbass dirt eater 9 year old when vol 2 came out I would've had the time of my life
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cybernightart · 1 year ago
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Unmasked Genji ADHD fueled rambling so prepare for random ideas not really organized
I've seen quite a lot of stuff trying to figure out what Genji looks like without his mask on and what Hanzo actually did to him.
My personal opinion is what we see in the dragon cinematic isn't just what Hanzo did to his face because in the black watch skin and comics etc his face is like untouched. It appears like Hanzo during his attacks went for his torso and neck primarily, cutting his arm probably really deeply about mid bicep to the point it would have to be amputated due to blood loss, and losing his legs as well to blood loss, and considering Genji has stuff on the front and back of his neck my guess is that Hanzo tried to make it as quick as possible and full on stabbed Genji through the neck not decapitating him but like that should have killed him. It would also explain why he's got a robotic voice because if he was stabbed through the neck it probably damaged his vocal cords and he's got what appears to me a cybernetic spine at least on his neck so that was probably also damaged during that.
And apart from just other assorted scarring from light cuts and other smaller injuries from Hanzo's attack, he's a trained assassin who is trained to kill as quick as possible, so their fight probably didn't last that long considering we can assume Genji was unarmed (both in the way of he didn't have a weapon and he lost the arm). And he would have no reason to go for genji's face during an attack like that.
Like legitimately the biggest injuries that I think Hanzo did take Angie was a slash across his chest which cut deep enough to injure his arm very badly but not deep enough to actually reach his heart or anything, and then damage to his neck. With the rest being more surface level scrapes which could have been patched up with stitches which would leave scarring pretty badly but nothing insane.
But since we know his face is decently burned and scarred by the time the dragon cinematic happens my theory is that either during one of the last black watch missions if there was one after the mission during retribution. Or what I mainly think happened, when the Swiss base exploded, Genji could have been in that building when the thing exploded which would explain the burning and scarring on his face and presumably other parts of his body. And if Cassidy was still in OverWatch at that point that could explain how he lost his arm because I'm pretty sure it's confirmed Bob did not rip his arm off. Because we know the explosion "killed" Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison, and it would make sense why after the explosion where genji's remaining body got damaged even more so he couldn't deal with everything going on in his head associated with his body that he would leave to try and come to terms with his body or find peace in some way.
And if the injuries happened in black watch before the explosion, I could explain why he got the new armor for the storm rising missions when he was transferred to the main OverWatch team. They had to fix more stuff and realized it wasn't safe for him to have any fleshy human parts still exposed so they made him a new safer suit.
That's just my thoughts anyways in a very rambly fashion.
Also I am surprised that in the future they don't have something that can reduce scarring, and if they do have that thing even though now genji's come to terms with his body I wouldn't be surprised if he did go through with the reducing scarring thing primarily on his face or anywhere of high mobility because (correct me if I'm wrong) areas that are highly scarred are often a lot tighter, so not even aesthetically would it be a better option but for quality of life even just minorly reducing the scarring might just make things a little less painful. Also along the same lines probably have something to help hair growth considering stuff we have now for that which isn't much but there is something and considering how advanced science is in the universe it would not surprise me in the slightest if they had those things.
Also also Genji showing Hanzo his face partially where it's so scarred and burned and everything was slightly a jerk move because Hanzo didn't cause the burning on his face, so showing that without explaining at least a little bit that "oh don't worry you didn't do this" is a little mean but I'm pretty sure Hanzo would remember not burning his face so at the same time it isn't.
Anyways that concludes my rambling for the minute, if anyone reads this thank you for enduring my chaotic train of thought.
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lilypadpanda · 10 months ago
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We need more (read: any) fanfics about what Hiei was doing with his time while he was confined to Human World. Like, canonically we know he was sleeping in trees, but what about other stuff? What the hell was he doing all day?
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mathysphere · 1 year ago
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May - July 2023
[series here] [pattern here]
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sorryimlatecapt · 2 years ago
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When you’re a 911blrina and you wake up Monday March 6th 2023:
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illmoraineakoi · 10 months ago
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Or, continuing from this, consider:
Perhaps, the human-turned-Vessel isn’t alone when they wake up. Perhaps they aren’t the only Vessel left trapped in the Abyss. Perhaps, these others that look similar to what they now are can help them.
If they can communicate, it soon becomes clear that the others aren’t like themselves; they’re not human people shoved into these bodies. They seem to have been born into them like normal. They’ve been here for a long time.
If they can’t, the human still gets the impression it’s unique among them, through observing their behavior and their reactions.
Regardless, the others seem fascinated by them, how differently they act and behave. Maybe the others begin to mimic them.
Perhaps it’s the others who tell them of their memories, of the bright white light that they once saw shine from the top of the pit, calling to them, drawing them to ascend, that vanished before they could reach the top. Never returning. Maybe it’s that story, the insinuation that there’s a way out at the top, that provokes the escape attempt. Maybe the others are hesitant, fearful of the climb (of falling and cracking and breaking, irreparable, dying a slow painful death) but they chose to join them regardless, to help, the idea of freedom from this place too tantalizing for them to resist.
It’s easier to dig through several feet of hard dense rock with multiple ‘people’.
(Far harder to make a hole big enough to compensate for all of their horns.)
The result is the same: the sounds of their digging was heard by those in the Basin, and the King was notified. And given the area of origin, the King himself investigates.
He does not expect to come upon the sight that he does: a sub-adult Vessel helping another sub-adult try to wriggle through a hole carved through the hard basin stone, completely circumventing the sealed door entirely.
It is...almost amusingly ingenious of them. Had they not been Vessels, he would’ve been quite proud.
(Then again, if they hadn’t been Vessels, they would have never been in the Abyss in the first place. They would still be his children, carapace a healthy gleaming white, eyes full of emotion and thought, bodies full of life--)
As it was, the sight is neither amusing nor one to be proud of.
Instead, it is concerning.
Vessels should not have been able to do this. They should have the cognitive ability to do this. There shouldn’t have even been any left alive after so long down there, their bodies should have destabilized long ago…
So the fact that it was not just ONE Vessel but TWO that had managed to do this, to survive, to literally claw and dig themselves out of the proverbial grave he’d sealed them in, like the undead zombies he’d cursed them to be…
It was beyond unsettling.
He needed answers. He needed to figure out how they’d done this. All of it. How they’d survived, how they’d figure out how to escape, how they’d figured out how to cooperate, and most importantly: what it meant for the Pure Vessel plan.
His presence to them did not go unnoticed, and neither did the way they both seemed to freeze at the sight of him.
Their gazed locked for an uncomfortably long time, until he forced himself to break the standoff.
He unsealed the door with a wave of his hand, startling the two Vessels. Startling them. They startled-
There were more.
There were more.
Beyond the door, crowded atop the metal platform in a way that looked both uncomfortable and precarious, were at least a dozen additional Vessels. And that wasn’t even all of them, because he could see, deeper into the shadows beyond the platform, at least two other heads sticking up, likely from a lower platform. There could be even more on platforms even further down he couldn’t see.
He felt pinned by the weight of so many empty black gazes. They all felt accusatory, even though he could see that they weren't.
The situation, his concerns, had become significantly more dire.
One of the Vessels – one of the first two he’d seen, the one completely free on his side – moved. Stood, and moved to stand before the now open door, body hunched, ragged cloak membrane flaring a bit. It lowered it’s head, brandishing it’s horns towards him.
Defensive, he realized.
A defensive posture. Protective.
It held an old void-ravaged metal spike in it’s hand, the tip clearly blunted from when it had been used as a digging tool. As though it was ready to use it as a weapon should it need to.
The one still stuck in the wall was slowly wriggling back into the Abyss side of the hole.
There was something in his gut that was screaming at him, telling him that something was wrong, this wasn’t right, this couldn’t be happening--
He needed to figure this out.
It took quite a bit of coaxing, but eventually he was able to get them all onto solid ground out of the door and then to follow him back to the Palace. And it was during this time that he was confronted with the obvious fact that these Vessels were impure; very impure.
Impure in ways he hadn’t expected them to be.
They were remarkably physically stable, but they behaved unlike how he expected. They were wary of him, uncertain of their new surroundings, and yet also curious. Inquisitive. Upon arriving to the Palace, several heads kept swiveling to look at everything and anything with refrained fascination, while yet others did not seem to care in the least. There was one who particularly seemed inclined to get close and to touch things, to nose at them. Another seemed wary and uncomfortable with the wide open spaces. And yet still another to stare at him the entire walk, gaze hot with an emotion that he couldn’t read.
They had thoughts. They had emotions. And judging by the escape attempt, they were at least decently intelligent.
Vessels were not supposed to be like this. None of them were supposed to be like this. The Void was supposed to purge such qualities long before they ever hatched. It was supposed to make it impossible for them to develop such qualities as well.
He’d rechecked his work so many times before putting the plan into action. Looked at every future he could, despite his bluing foresight. He and Monomon had gone over everything with a fine-tooth comb.
This wasn’t supposed to be possible.
They weren’t supposed to be…
The first thing he does is write for Monomon, stressing that her presence within the Palace was urgent.
If Vessels could retain some innate qualities of livelihood, or if they could develop the ability to have such things despite their void nature...it jeopardized the entire Pure Vessel plan.
It was no longer a guarantee that the Vessel was empty like he’d assumed it to be.
He and Monomon would have to assess every new Vessel, run a plethora of tests on them. Figure out how, exactly, they were functioning and what, if anything, was inside of their heads.
(In the meantime, as he waited for her to arrive, he sends them off to the baths, because each one was utterly filthy from the Abyss. Particularly one who looked like they’d taken a dip into the Void Sea itself, somehow.)
(This turned out to be a mistake with at least a third of them. They soon became much more interested in playing in the water than cleaning themselves.)
Upon the completion of the assessments and the tests, all of which the new Vessels did not seem to enjoy, the data collected was exactly as the King had feared it would be. It showed, in undeniable terms, that every single one of the new Vessels not only had minds, but also an individuality about them. They had unique personalities.
They were still alive.
They were still his children.
Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
It was an agonizing revelation.
If all of these living Vessels were like this, then what did that say about how the ones littering the floor of the Abyss used to be?
Had he stood there, watching, as his children, still in possession of their personhoods despite the void infused into their beings, fell and died? Had he stood there, watching, and done nothing as they died?
He’d thought they were all empty. He’d thought that the ones who were incapable of climbing were defective, unstable, failures. Imperfect. That it didn’t matter, because they were nothing more than hollowed out corpses. Nothing more than void-corrupted bodies shackling a shade, devoid of thought, devoid of emotion, devoid of the ability to feel pain…
That there wasn’t anything left of the children they were supposed to be. That those children had died the moment the void consumed them, long before their residual bodies hit the floor.
He’d been wrong.
The models had been wrong, the predictions had been wrong, all of the work he and Monomon spent years developing and perfecting and working for months to make sure it was absolutely, perfectly correct…
It was all wrong.
And an uncountable number of his children had died because of it.
And he’d watched.
Likely, the only Vessels still alive were the ones he’d recently found, and the Pure Vessel. Why would any other remaining Vessels not come with the new Vessels in their escape attempt? No, the ones within his Palace, within the room he’d hastily set up as a sort of holding play room, were all that were left.
Two handfuls, out of so many…
Less than two dozen...
At this point, if the Pure Vessel was indeed born pure, and somehow remained so until now, it would be the biggest case of sheer luck he’d ever had. It would be the most extreme statistical anomaly possible. Somehow, despite everything about their work being wrong, they would have gotten what they needed out of it.
They only needed to confirm that it was still pure.
And if it was, they needed to isolate it from the other new Vessels, to prevent any potential influence from ruining it.
But there was also the matter of what to do with the new Vessels as well…
They needed care, and then tutoring. They had much they needed to learn, to catch up on. They needed to be taught how to read and write, how to socialize, manners and etiquette, personal care and proper behavior. How to be careful with any void they spill to not harm others. How to be royal children.
Plus whatever individual skills they might take interest in.
He does not know how to tell his Root.
No matter how delicately he tries to word it, how gently he tries to say it, the truth will hurt her. His mistake, his failure, will cause her pain. He does not know if she would even want anything to do with them.
Alive they might be, they were still Vessels. They were still a tainted, corrupted, disfigured mockery of how their children were supposed to be. Looking upon them as they were made his heart ache, he could not fathom how much the sight of them hurt her. Seeing them as they are, as Vessels, behaving and acting like normal bugs, possessing personalities like normal children, might be too much for her to bear.
But even if she could not give them her love as their mother, he would give them his. They deserved it, they’d deserved it long before now.
It would not be easy, figuring out how to manage and educate so many Vessels, but he would do his best to do so. To keep them safe, to offer them a comfortable life long overdue, to give them as much love as he’s able.
(The human-turned-Vessel is not sure what to think about this. They don’t understand the situation they’ve found themselves in. The King was calling them, and the others like it, his children, and it made them feel a bit uncomfortable. The others had been wary at first, but then accepted the role and designation of the King’s children fully and eagerly. They were struggling with this. They felt like an imposer among them, they were not like them, they were not the King’s child, adopted or otherwise.)
(At the same time, the others like them were treating them like a sibling. Calling them a sibling. Loving them like a sibling. They considered them a sibling, and the human-turned-Vessel wasn’t sure if they really understood that they weren’t. They felt like a hijacker of this body. But despite that...they enjoyed the bond they share with the others. They love being considered a part of a group. They enjoyed the companionship, they enjoyed not being alone. They found themselves wanting that love and affection the others freely give, but in doing so, they feel guilty. Their feelings are a flurry of conflict ions and uncertainty.)
(It did not feel right to simply accept it all without question. It felt like they were being greedy. Taking something they had no right to.)
(There was also the issue of the other that they had seen once before, but that did not join the rest of the ‘siblings’. They had clearly been the same as the rest of them, an identical creature, but they’d not seen it since that first initial encounter. Where they had seen and heard the King order it, like it was a servant. This concerned them. They did not understand why all the rest of the King’s children, the ‘siblings’ were always bundled together, yet that one was not.)
(It had already been outside of the terrible place. Beyond the barrier that looked uncomfortable like a door. Why?)
(There was so much going on in this place they did not understand, so much that seemed to be going on above their heads. It was unnerving. They didn’t like it.)
(They wanted answers.)
(And if they had to conspire with their ‘siblings’ against their new adopted ‘father’ to get information and figure out what the hell was happening, what they were, what that dark pit closed off from the rest of the world was...well…)
(So be it.)
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critterofthenight · 10 months ago
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i'm so so so glad that i entered the fandom before the s2 renewal, and i could see it all unfold in real time. this is genuinely the first time i felt like i was really a part of a fandom, and i love that it happened with our amazing crew. i love y'all <3
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raccoonzinspace · 4 months ago
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Ngl, there's something very cathartic about watching cute, pastel-colored cartoon animals get absolutely obliterated.
Or maybe I'm just a little bit f-cked up. That may also explain it.
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wifeguycyclonus · 4 months ago
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g1/cyberverse type episode where Rumble and Frenzy (with Reflector as their camera) go ghost hunting except most of the ‘ghost activity’ they find is just normal human and wildlife late night behavior
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sadiecoocoo · 11 months ago
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What do you think about rocket raccoon?
He’s a chaotic asshole that enjoys blowing stuff up. What kind of question is this of course I love him
You should watch the animated guardians of the galaxy show on Disney plus it’s actually rlly good and does a good job for all of the characters :)
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