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waywardted · 1 year
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You ever wonder why we’re here?
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everyone who took tashi extremely literally when she told patrick he can go crawl back to his rich parents for money any time he wants is misreading patrick's situation (tashi has resentment and derision for rich white boys, in case that wasn't clear)
you think a guy raised rich doesn't know the comforts of money? you think he's performing the cracked phone, the shit car, the people rapping on the window waking you up, labeling you undesirable? you think any human person would voluntarily choose the dehumanization of poverty?
he's the starving artist archetype. either he gives up tennis or he gives up money. he gave up money because yeah, questionable life choices, and he fucking revels in the freedom to choose them. (also he's obsessed with tennis but don't tell him that.)
but genuinely. there is a reason people will not go to their own parents when they are at the brink of bankruptcy. and I don't know how to explain this if you already don't understand, but there is always a good reason when you're avoiding parents who can give you monetary security.
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robert-deniro · 2 years
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#my last two brain cells
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ivaspinoza · 5 days
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Quick tip from the art/lit world
Drop the need to impress and shock people with themes or bad words and porn. Not only because of how deeply desensitized our society is: drama, horror, gore, sex, drugs & rock'n'roll and similar genres or other tragic, violent themes do not hold any inherent value, not on their own.
The reason a director from Czechoslovakia will talk about the horror of war using pigeons on a mushroom trip and it's going to be exceptional is because it makes sense to him first. I can use all the same elements he did and my work will be shit. There is always reason and context for creation. Reason and context. Why and how you make what you make.
The worst thing you can do as an artist or writer is try to impress others. It will show. Mature people can spot that miles away. Drop the hard themes you know nothing about. Stop listening to the internet 13-year-old kids who never leave their rooms trying to help you (or charge you to help) you write about such a complex and stigmatized theme as drug abuse, for example.
Go inwards for wisdom. Go to your own heart chambers, be quiet and listen. It will tell you what you need to write about. Be honest, raw and wild. But first, try to understand what those words really mean in the current context.
With all my love, Iva.
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booasaur · 1 year
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NCIS: Hawai’i - 2x16
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emile-hides · 4 months
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So recently I've really hard committed myself to figuring out the perfect Pokemon to trade to each of the special coaches in Scarlet/Violet's DLC because I am Autistic and OCD but look listen it matters to me I love these characters and want to give them a Pokemon from a New Region I think they'd like
And I have one figured out for everyone except for SALVATORE
I thought a Pika Clone of any type would be fine and I landed on Dedenne because it looks like most like Alolan Raichu who I think he should have and is French which is clearly his default language, but that's in Paldea so it's NOT NEW, and the only other Pika Clone in the Dome is Plusle and Minun who are a PAIR DO NOT SEPARATE but you can only trade him ONE POKEMON.
So now I'm stumped I've been staring at his team for a full week trying to figure out a through line to go off of and honestly I've got absolutely nothing so I'm turning to you, Internet randoms.
What's the best New Pokemon introduced in the SV DLC to give to Professor Salvatore based on his team, subject, or general personality?
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gealach-edits · 7 months
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Isabeau Levito, “The White Crow” LP || GP Skate America 2023
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Hank: You are so loud.
Brennan: I very often have to tell eleven-year-olds about slippery hills. I have to be loud.
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radioactivepeasant · 6 months
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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday
(Picks up where Viper left off)
"You know you've got like a whole bucket of cactus paddles down there?"
Jak sauntered back into the throne room from the hidden door and tossed Damas a sealed bag of roasted crickets.
"I should hope it's a full bucket, considering I picked those this morning."
Damas pulled out one of the cooked insects, plucked off the legs, and popped the rest into his mouth.
"You don't eat the legs?"
Jak draped himself over the edge of the throne to snatch a handful of crickets from the bag.
"They get stuck in my teeth," Damas complained, "I save them for my birds."
Daxter snickered. "Even Pecker?"
"If Pecker doesn't like the food, he's free to fly back to Onin," replied the king with an almost mischievous look.
"Oye, you didn't mess with anything in the kitchens, did you? The head cook is...tetchy."
"She's a miserable old cuss and she threw a knife at me," Jak said indignantly.
"She throws knives at everyone. You're lucky it was only a knife."
Around another mouthful of crickets, Jak made an appalled expression. "What else does she throw?!"
Damas grimaced and rubbed his forehead as if remembering an old injury. "Whatever is closest. Pans. Porridge. Whole onions. Cactus paddles with the spines still on."
Daxter started to come closer, but glanced at the dead snake still decorating the dais and thought better of it. "Hey, Jak doesn't need to go to the kitchens to experience that! All he has to do is get distracted while on the Leaper again and he'll have a mouth full of prickly-pear!"
"That wasn't my fault!" Jak protested hotly.
Damas raised a brow. "Oh? I hadn't heard about this one."
Hoping to avoid retelling the story, Jak quickly changed the subject.
"Wait, can you actually eat cactus?" he demanded.
He moved to sit cross-legged directly in front of the throne, and began examining the viper's mouth to get an idea of how to harvest the fangs later. Absentmindedly, he reached a hand back behind him, and was too deep in focus mode to register that this wasn't Daxter or Keira he was non-verbally bumming snacks off of. Nonetheless, Damas made a goodnatured scoff and placed several more crickets in his hand.
"You can eat specific kinds of cactus," Damas clarified. By the emphasis he placed on "specific", it was fairly obvious he was anticipating Jak trying to eat random cacti in town.
"Only the ones with the paddles like you saw, understand?"
"Sure, sure." Jak brushed this off. "But what do you make with them, though?"
Damas inspected the bag of crickets and sealed it back up to ensure that they would have some snacks during the coming meetings. "You use them for just about anything you need a vegetable for, honestly. I tend to grill them with lemon. Some people boil them for salads. Sig's mother is known in the East Quarter for frying it in batter and selling it in little cups."
"Ooh! We still haven't met Sig's ma!" Daxter chirped. He grinned wickedly. "We should ask her about Sig's embarrassing baby stories."
"She has no shortage of them," Damas agreed.
Daxter glanced back at Jak, happily munching crickets, and shuddered.
"On a scale of one to "Jak eats things raw if he can't figure out how to cook them", how hard is it to cook?"
Jak looked insulted. Damas snorted.
"After the afternoon appointments, I'll teach you one of the simpler methods. You won't need much- Jak, don't touch the fangs. We still need the evidence intact."
"I was just looking!" Jak defended.
"With your hands?"
With a gusty sigh, the teenager scooted back to the right of Damas’s seat. He looked a little cross, but it faded soon enough.
"What appointments do you have, anyway?"
Damas stood up to stretch. Precursors knew he wouldn't get a chance in the next few hours.
"Third bell after noon through fifth bell is reserved for Arbitration Court," he said. "Which is why I do not usually call you during those hours. My job as king is to uphold the safety of my people, ensure the continued functioning of the Beacon and the water filtration system, mediate disputes not serious enough for the Arena, and enforce laws agreed upon by myself and my council."
Jak made a face. "That sounds like a lot of being stuck inside."
Dryly, Damas asked, "Why do you think I planted an entire grove of date palms in here? I would have died of boredom years ago if I did not."
He turned to fix both boys with a stern look.
"Out of respect for your fellow Spargans, try not to fidget during Arbitration Court unless you notice something suspicious. After five is a monthly meeting with the northern clifftop farmers to discuss rent payments."
"You rent farmland?"
"They rent from me," corrected Damas. "I didn't clear boulders until my hands bled just to abandon my land when I became king."
Jak blinked. "Fair enough. Man, we should've charged Sandover rent, Dax."
"Pal, they thought we owed them compensation for being allowed to sleep on their porches and eat a bare minimum of their food," Daxter pointed out sourly.
He caught a troubled frown on Damas’s face after the statement.
"Hm. I would like your attention to be on the visitors most during the rent meeting and the council meeting after evening meal. If anyone has a problem with me, specifically, that's likely where they'll turn up."
Jak eyed the snake again. "And if they blow their cover, I get to take 'em out, right?"
"No." Damas narrowed his eyes and pointed at Jak as he sat down again. "I need to determine how far the plot goes. No killing the assassin or accomplices."
"What about after?" Jak pressed.
"I'm the aggrieved party, I'm the one who deals with them," Damas said in mild reproof.
Jak folded his arms. "I dunno, we're feeling pretty aggrieved, right Daxter?"
"Positively outraged," Daxter added, sounding more bored than offended. "More Jak than me, but he's the sensitive type. You know him."
"Yes," Damas said, shaking his head with a small smile, "Yes I do. The answer is still "no", Jak."
Jak huffed and settled more comfortably against the throne. "You never let me do anything fun," he joked.
"I don't, I really don't." Damas reached over to prod the back of Jak's head affectionately.
"I'm a horrible, mean, adult who only lets you risk life and limb four days out of the week instead of every three hours."
"The folks in Haven would think that was the worst kind of tyranny, not being able to make us do all their work for them," Daxter scoffed.
The lift began to rattle, and Damas cleared his throat.
"Well, back to work. Eyes open, my boys. Let us see if we can't catch a would-be assassin. Jak, don't touch the fangs."
"I wasn't!" Jak protested.
Neither of his companions looked convinced.
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jamiesfootball · 4 months
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"You okay?"
"Yeah." Jamie brushed him off, easy as scrubbing the blood off his knuckles. "Yeah, course. I'm--"
Beard grabbed him. Avoided the bruising to cup the sides of Jamie's face, holding him still so he could look him in the eye.
He informed Jamie in a steady voice: "You're okay."
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gxlden-angels · 1 year
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The 10 Soups for the Soul
Thou shall not have any goal above the bit
Thou shall not fuck around without expecting to find out
Thou shall not be a lil shit
Thou shall not let a homie go to bed without knowing they're loved
Honor thy furries and transfems, as you would have no internet without them
Thou shall not murder, even for the bit
Remember thy roots, for the first Pride was a riot
Thou shall not cross the picket line
Thou shall not make a decision while tired and hungry
Be gay do crime
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kvetchinglyneurotic · 2 months
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coachbeards · 1 year
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TED LASSO - 1x06 | 2x09.
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arborix · 5 months
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I had a stressful day today
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myreygn · 5 months
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modern au dad askeladd except he's not an actual dad but this random kid shows up to his house every day and tries to have beef over the closed food store askeladd bought and turned into an antiquarian store. turns out the food store used to be run by the kid's father until he passed away which is very sad of course but also askeladd is not gonna cooperate with some brat that borderline harasses him day by day. only that he can't call the cops because he kinda has a turbulent past and if they find out he's filling his store with stolen goods it's gonna become a huge problem. and note to destiny, the stupid kid finding out is not that great either because now he has to hear it out if he doesn't wanna go to prison and also he should probably learn the demon child's name while he's at it. shenanigans ensue.
#askeladd agrees to honor the memory of thorfinn's dad and in return thorfinn won't call the cops on him#then they fight about how the honoring should be done#askeladd doesn't want to change his entire store's image only to make sure people don't forget about the former owner#and thorfinn isn't satisfied with just a sign with his dad's name on it which is as far as askeladd is willing to go#things change when some rich jackass wants to buy every building on the street and turn the whole area into a luxury resort#now thorfinn and askeladd have to work together because thorfinn doesn't want his dad's store to vanish#and askeladd doesn’t want HIS STORE to be torn down because smuggling the stolen stuff out of town would be a pain#(also affordable houses with basements big enough to keep the meth laboratory running are rare these days)#(also also thorfinn learns some kind of martial art in the dojo across the street which is whatever but the coach is really nice)#(like. REALLY nice.)#(with a nice voice and a nice face and nice muscles and as if that wasn't enough he makes a kickass apple pie)#“bjorn is single btw” - “shut up thorfinn” - “i'm trying to help” - “go bother your twink why dontcha”#yeah thorfinn actually manages to make friends with the son of that asshole that tries to get their houses#great for the brat of course but now askeladd has to deal with a snobbish teen criticizing his cooking#not to mention the nosey nanny slash accountant the rich idiot hired to keep his twink son entertained who's very curious about the basement#he also knows a lot about modern art which. not great. well great for him but not for askeladd.#anyway tldr#askeladd has to save a street while trying to raise two boys that aren't his not falling in love and keeping ragnar out of the meth basement#thorkell is the construction worker hanging around and refusing to do his job until sven pays him quadruple the original agreement#vinland saga#bjornskeladd#thornute#ragnar and thorkell are also there#and sven but no one wants him to
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