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gabe-lovebot · 1 month
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councilor 3D model
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i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up to bring him to life. he's yours now. do whatever you want with him
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please credit me if you make something using the model (or even ping/link me to it, i would love to see what you made!)
currently available as a .blend, .fbx and an SFM port.
#hello councilnation i'm finally releasing him to the wild#have fun playing toys with him#ultrakill#councilor#councilor ultrakill#3d stuff#obviously with the councilor having just 1 full body image of him means that some stuff i had to improvise on#so you get to enjoy my headcanons on how he looks#(like obviously the wings & halo)#(but also the chestplate design)#but did you know that the councilor's canon design has subtle engravings on his forearm armor pieces?#i only barely noticed them when painting textures and i was floored#i had to add them#to the sfm anon and whoever else wants to use this for sfm stuff-#i did my best with a port for sfm and i'm quite proud of the result#but please be aware i have never used it before so if you find that something doesn't work as it should please please let me know!!#gonna pour my heart out in tags as always so close your eyes if you don't wanna see me being sentimental but#i'm not kidding when i say i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up for this#i have meddled with blender before but never actually came close to finishing a project#and i don't know how i did it and how i kept going#(i do know) (it was my friend encouraging me every time i showed him progress)#this was like 1 entire month in the making#but i'm so fucking proud of this and how it turned out and people's tags in my act 2 render genuinely were such a huge confidence boost#so thank you guys for liking it <3#i'm still very much thinking of doing a version with just his bloodied head#but it might take a while because i want a break and i want to play warframe
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vivendraws · 3 months
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mmmhmhmmhm her ears must be soft (img oing feral)
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YOU @masscared-star YOU STARTED THIS🫵🫵🫵😔 now i’m obsessed i cannot get over this LOOOOK ATTTT THE KITTYYYYYY🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
she’s probably so soft
do you think she stereotypically plays with yarn and eats mice
i bet she’s got fuzzy fur and paints her claws. i think they might work like enid’s claws do. *squeals*
i cAAAAANTTTT >///////<❤️✨✨✨✨
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wormshirt · 3 months
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The Doctor needs one of those classes they give to expecting/hopeful parents but for humans. Get their ass enrolled in a parenting course. And everytime they get a new companion he has to retake the course.
#doctor who#dw#the doctor#inspired by the deleted scene of her just pushing amy out of the tardis doors into space#while amy was having an anxiety attack. YOU CANNOT DO THAT!#they have access to all of time and space the doctor has to be able to find a human parenting/caretaker course#bonus points if he ends up taking one for human children.#imgine youre travelling with the doctor and he leaves and comes back one day and says they enrolled themself in a human management course#and youre like 'oh thank god finally'#and then she just starts bubble wrapping the entire tardis and locking off entire rooms and giving you coloring sheets and stim toys#when you get bored#and starts taking you to like. fucking parks to play with other humans.#and starts carrying like fucking snacks like lunchables and shit everywhere and giving them to you at regular intervals#and you're like 'hey what the fuck.'#and you ask them what the hell they're doing and you find out they were learning to care for human TODDLERS.#and you're like. jesus fucking christ. explains so much. mildly disconcerting how much stayed the same though.#and so obviously you ask 'do you see me as a child?' and the doctor is like. ah. interesting question.#you know what else is interesting. OOOOOOO TELETUBBIES LETS LOOK AT THE TELETUBBIES OOOOOO EDUCATIONAL GAMES OOOO!!!!#LOOK AT THE SMALL HUMAN ON THE SCREEN WHICH PAIR OF SHOES MATCHES THE DRESS??? CHOOSE FAST!!!!!!#this could also open the door for an amazing bit though#where you start doing all of the same things back to the doctor and it works even better on them than it did you.#turn their ass into an ipad kid. they start arguing too much put his ass on minecraft pocket edition.#she just sits there for 1-3 hours. dead silence. you walk over like. 'hey. um. you good.'#no answer. you look ove rher shoulder. she has recreated ancient rome in minecraft in exact replica and is the reigning emperor.#they are roleplaying the roman senate with sheep and villagers. okay. can you please save the world now. please.#this is not to infantilize the doctor. he is old as shit. they are an adult. but by god can they be easily entertained.#not to mention that a key factor of the doctor IS their eternal childishness.#but they ARE a fully grown adult. beyond that even. ancient 'were you alive to see the dinosaurs grandpa?' ass motherfucker.#they are just also a masive loser. who would love minecraft pocket edition and lunchables. probably. who doesn't though.#bangers
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mars-ipan · 11 months
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i do miss being a little kid and creating the most vividly fucked up stories with my toys that i could
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gravitywonagain · 1 year
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okay. so. @nyx4's amazing yunmeng siblings as demonic cultivators au kind of grabbed me today. (you might have noticed.) i asked if i could write something about it and ended up coming up with... idk the prequel? so here. have that. idk if i will write more, but i really really love this au, so i probably will. but first: some pain.
(this is a super fast first draft that is also a writing warmup, so don't judge me too hard, pls!)
[T?, 1.4k, 1/?, Yunmeng Siblings]
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The transfer fails. 
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Wei Wuxian watches through a thick haze of pain and exhaustion as Wen Qing pulls the light from his body. Cold seeps in with a rush as the last connection is cut. And then, there, cupped between the palms of her hands, is a tiny sun. 
“Focus, Wei Wuxian,” she says, and he doesn’t understand. What is he supposed to focus on? But then he sees the light of that sun begin to waver, begin to fade. 
It’s harder now, without the familiar sensation of pulsing warmth, to hold his core together. He’s been doing it for hours -- maybe days. It’s why he couldn’t sleep. Why he couldn’t be numbed. He had to focus, to keep his core from spinning apart. He’s not entirely sure what he’s supposed to do, now that it’s outside of him, disconnected, removed. 
The light of it continues to dim. 
“Wei Wuxian!”
He can’t respond to her -- his jaw is still clenched around the roll of cotton she’d had Wen Ning shove in his mouth, his throat still ragged with the screams it absorbed. He can’t ask her, “What do you want me to do? What more can I possibly do?” 
On the table to his left, Jiang Cheng lies limp and pale. His body is cut open, too -- matching scars, they’ll have. Or maybe Jiang Cheng won't have a scar at all.
Wen Ning stands on the other side of that table, firelight flickering across his face, ready and waiting to help Wen Qing connect Wei Wuxian’s core to Jiang Cheng’s spiritual arteries. Three needles held between his gentle fingertips. His eyes follow the golden core as it nears. His brows furrow as he watches the light of it darken. 
“Wei-gongzi,” he says, without even the hint of a stutter, “you need to keep spinning it. Like it’s still inside you.”
Oh. 
Okay. 
Wei Wuxian can do that. Probably. 
His body feels like it’s on fire, but also like ice crystals must be forming along the empty, bloody parts of him. But he’s blocked out pain before. 
Yunmeng Jiang focuses on breathing exercises, possibly more than any other sect. They swim so deep and so far that they build their cultivation around their lungs. Holding breath can tax a core, or it can grow it; but breath is life. 
It’s easy to slip into those exercises now. To allow the memory of warm breeze and meandering rivers to coax his breath into meditation. Sitting in lotus pose with Jiang Cheng on the sun-drenched docks, wooden planks pressing the patterns of their heartwood against the soft silk of his first set of disciple robes. They closed their eyes together and allowed their breath to open the world to them in this other way. 
They’d built their cores together like this. 
Wei Wuxian doesn’t close his eyes this time -- he watches the light, now cradled in his brother’s body, with a desperation he cannot soothe. It flickers softly, like stars in the night sky do. 
“Good,” says Wen Ning. “Keep doing exactly that.” 
A kind of heat blooms in Wei Wuxian’s belly, melting the frostbite rime that must be crusting the whole of his torso, crawling up the open veins of his meridians. 
He ignores it all. 
He breathes. 
The tiny sun brightens, throwing horrible shadows against the walls, across the Wen siblings’ bloody hands. 
“You’re doing well, Wei-gongzi,” Wen Ning says, again. 
It’s difficult to say if the praise is helpful or not. If nothing else, at least it keeps him somewhat updated on whether or not what he’s doing is even working. 
He can’t feel it, is the thing. The purpose of this whole procedure is that Jiang Cheng will feel it. But Wei Wuxian won’t. So it’s not easy to know if his breathing is doing what he knows it should, or if he’s off in some unknowable way. 
Wen Ning’s hands are inside Jiang Cheng’s belly. His eyes shine with the light of Wei Wuxian’s core. 
Wei Wuxian can’t see Wen Qing, except the backlit silhouette of her back. He watches her arms move. Watches the way her hair has slowly come loose from its neat knot, flyaway strands diaphanous in the orange firelight to one side and brilliant gold to the other. 
“Good work, Wei--”
“Shit.”
Wen Qing’ voice is small -- so small, little more than a hissing exhale -- but it silences the room all the same. 
He tries to focus. Things go wrong all the time, it doesn’t mean they can’t figure it out. It doesn’t mean Wen Qing, of all people, will give up. 
And she doesn’t. 
Her voice is louder as she barks orders at Wen Ning that Wei Wuxian doesn’t understand. Not wanting to draw her focus in any way, Wei Wuxian keeps breathing, keeps spinning his core as best he can. 
The siblings work together, fast-moving but steady. Neither of them seem to fall into the frantic rush that Wei Wuxian’s heartbeat pounds out inside his chest. He tries to let that settle him just as much as he tries not to pay them any attention at all. He has only one job, now: keep his core spinning. 
It was helping, he realizes quickly, the near-constant reassurances from Wen Ning. Without them, he struggles to keep his breath, to keep the Yunmeng summer sun in his mind and lungs. 
Golden light still splashes against the Wens, the walls, and the ceiling. He turns his eyes up and doesn’t let himself think about the shadow-puppet shapes. He only cares about the light. About keeping that light from going out. 
Slowly, gradually, he lets the new tempo, the new tension in the room, resolve itself into something normal. A background. It seems to be working, whatever they’re doing -- the cursing has thinned, at least. The light has stayed strong, still outshining the lamps of flame. 
Wei Wuxian breathes and breathes and lets himself believe that this will work. He lets himself imagine meeting Jiang Cheng down in Yiling after. He never did figure out what he was going to say to his brother, how he might explain his own weakness. It doesn’t really matter in the end. Whether Jiang Cheng finds out and hates him for it, or whether Wei Wuxian can pull it off as simple exhaustion. He’ll figure it out as he goes. He always do--
“Fuck! A-Ning!”
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
“I don’t know, Jie.”
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. 
“It’s not-- It’s not taking.” 
Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
“It won’t merge. It won’t-- The core is being rejected by the host.” 
Wei Wuxian breathes. It’s all he can do. He doesn’t know what else to do. So he breathes. 
His eyes shut of their own accord. 
A tear slips from the corner, tracks its saltwater line across his temple, pools along with the sweat in his hair. 
The cotton in his mouth is eased free. 
He takes a stuttering breath in. Out. 
Wen Ning’s face is set with deep lines of guilt and grief, when Wei Wuxian opens his eyes again. 
Golden light still shines from somewhere on the table next to him. 
“It-t w-won’t take, W-Wei-gongzi.” 
The stutter in Wen Ning’s voice drags another tear from Wei Wuxian’s eye. Two. 
Wen Qing is much steadier than her brother. Her hands, held professionally in front of her chest, drip with red and gold, blood and liquid qi. 
“We can try to put it back inside you,” she says. But they’d discussed this before. They’d come up with contingencies. Or. A contingency. It was not to return the core to Wei Wuxian. 
“No,” he says, and his voice is barely more than a scratch of stones. 
He lets his eyes flick to the right. To the pouch he’d sewed while Wen Qing had studied. 
She follows his gaze, even though she doesn’t need to. Something sad and broken, like regret or defeat, flickers across her face. But she nods. 
“A-Ning, the pouch, please.”
Wen Ning hurries to grab it for her. 
“You will still need to focus on it,” she tells Wei Wuxian. “Your talismans will help, but they will need you to bolster them at least five times a day. I don’t know how long you can last like that.” 
He doesn’t know either. Only that it will be as long as he needs to find a new way. A new solution. 
He meets her eyes, doing his best to maintain his breathing even now, letting his own mettle shine out of him. 
He will do whatever it takes; she knows this. 
Her lips thin. But then she nods. “Fine.”
Wei Wuxian breathes. 
The golden light is swallowed by the modified Spirit Capture Pouch. 
Wen Qing places three quick needles and, finally, darkness consumes him.
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dangerousdan-dan · 4 months
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I invited a friend over and the moment he stepped into my room he said "wow, this is like a geek shrine" and I'm not sure if that was meant as a compliment or not
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majimassqueaktoy · 8 months
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I just went on to Tumblr search to find you and check what you've been up to.
..... I had a brain fart and typed in Jess instead of your Tumblr name then corrected it to Majima so you'd show up.
Literally "I wonder what Jess has been up to, Tumblr find Jess..... wait...."
tumblr, tell me how jess has been
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hmmmmmmmm
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syrinq · 8 months
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i haven't felt that "people of x fandom are interpreting character y wrong or reducing them to such a surface level" to a strong degree until like
well
now with baldur's gate 3
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killjoy-prince · 5 months
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My ANYC haul
I bought some spicy stuff which you can see under the cut
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#prince's talk tag#ren dont look#this took so long to go through and sort aaaaaaa my back hurts lolol#man i bought A LOT#i gotta wait for tomorrow for my presentation book to come in so i can put the posters in them#the stickers i can put in my sticker book#as for the charms and buttons i can put some up but not all i dont have a lot of room oops#anyway!! no con makes me wanna spend so much money quite like anyc#ive been to a few different cons in my time but this one takes the cake the artists and vendors are perfection#there was a rally for b/aldurs g/ate where you visited participating booths and either rolled a 20 with a d20#or bought 10 bucks worth of stuff from each booth to collect stamps#then youd bring it to the last booth to get a prize which was some prints and sticker sheet which you can see on the top row in the 2nd pic#as well as a sticker sheet in the top left of the same pic#and since this game is my current obsession and by extension the vampire in the game i had no problem getting the stamps by spending money#i bought so much of my boy and this wasnt even all they had of him but it was a good chunk#i also bought a bunch of ge/nshin stuff specifically d/iluc bc hes my fave when i was playing a lot and there was an artist who had so much#of him available for sale and he looked so good in their style so i had to#the pic with the flamingo fidget toy i got from the p/r/s/k meetup!! the host gave out little goodie bags as thanks for coming#she was dressed as h/onami which is why the card has her on it#the pic with the cookbook was by an artist ive seen a few times and would buy recipe prints from (the back of the prints has the recipe)#so when i saw they had a cookbook now i had to get it!! its so cute!!#I also bought a bunch of dice bc i love dice and i was with two people who play a lot of d/n/d and enabled me lolol#i havent played in a while but they invited to play sometime and i do wanna join!! so why not#hard to take good pics of the dice tho i get what the sales person at e/verythingd/ice was saying#speaking of: shoutout to that sales person for hustling to get us to spend so much. they are good at what they do. im not even mad#they werent mean or anything but they had a job to do and did it well#the stone dice on the black box was from a different company but i saw those dice and knew i had to get them. they called to me#havent had dice do that since i bought a set at a card shop in italy#the p/ersona tote i got from a booth that had a persona themed pc and you had to take a pic of the display and tweet it to get the bag#we tried saturday but they ran out fast so we had to run to the booth sunday to get it
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wabblebees · 7 months
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never never never in my life gonna be able to beat the weirdo theatre nerd allegations. its midnight and for the last few hours ive been (voluntarily of my own free will At No-One's Behest) doing some character research for the show we're working on (which at a certain level is Absolutely Necessary!! but at *this* level is Absolutely Not. lmfao)(and so... ik for a fact if i mention this in rehearsal tomorrow im gonna get a whole lotta blank stares ((or TERRIFIED looks from the freshmen wondering if they should be doing this much work lmao))
but anyway so about 10 minutes ago i found a fucking essay (just 9 pages out of this philological collection from the 60s) that just the idea behind the Very Simple title made me so excited i had to stand up at my desk to start reading it and fully forgot to sit back down until i realized i wanted to start TAKING NOTES..... WHICH I GENERALLY HATE DOING WHILE READING........ BUT IM TOO EXCITED AND DONT WANNA FORGET ANY OF IT.................. SO IM TAKING FUCKING NOTES
but anyway beyond tHAT the thing that actually made me pause to start typing this post though is the fact that just now, four pages in, this essay finally put something into place that ive been puzzling over in my head since i very first read the play which... made me happystim so hard i almost knocked myself out of my fucking chair. hdkdgsjfkfhdgskdgwrdjfk.
so yeah. never beating the nerd allegations. lmao
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handfulofmuses · 8 months
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CHARACTER FLAWS. tagged by: @thecaptainsxcrew tagging: @bytepire @disassnbler @mixed-up-multiverse @wolperkinger
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absent-minded | abusive | addict | adrenaline junkie | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly loyal | blunt | cautious | callous | childish | chronic heroism | cheater | clingy | clumsy | cocky | co-dependent | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | evasive | fickle | finicky | fixated | flaky | frail | fraudulent | foul mouthed | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | grudge holding | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | possessive | pushover | reactive | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self destructive | self-martyr | shallow | skeptical | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | suspicious | suicidal | tactless | temperamental | timid | thief | tone-deaf | traitorous | un-athletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic
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absent-minded | abusive | addict | adrenaline junkie | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly loyal | blunt | cautious | callous | childish | chronic heroism | cheater | clingy | clumsy | cocky | co-dependent | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | evasive | fickle | finicky | fixated | flaky | frail | fraudulent | foul mouthed | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | grudge holding | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | possessive | pushover | reactive | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self destructive | self-martyr | shallow | skeptical | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | suspicious | suicidal | tactless | temperamental | timid | thief | tone-deaf | traitorous | un-athletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic
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despairforme · 6 months
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// I now have an image of Adelha bringing Wesson over for her to help with Nnoitra's apartment chores. With Wesson in the dirty clothes basket, boxers on his head to be wagging his tail at Nnoi while Adelha is in the other room sweeping or something. //
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❝ Dude... ❞ Was that something you called a dog? Nnoitra was looking down at Wesson, who had jumped into the completely full laundry-basket. Adelha was doing her "older sister inspection", helping him out with chores around his apartment. It was much needed. With Adelha acting like his older sister, and Sasaharu and Roy taking on a father-figure role for him, and Ume acting like his little sister... Nnoitra was beginning to feel like he was surrounded by family. This was something he'd NEVER had before in his life. It was a strange... Heart-warming sort of feeling. Who the fuck would've thought hat someone like him could even experience something heart-warming.
Nnoitra reached down and picked the a couple of socks and a boxer off of Wesson's head. ❝ Even I wouldn't fuckin' jump in'ta some random ass dude's dirty laundry. ❞ And Nnoitra was considered a slob, wasn't he? Which was a little unfair, because he was surprisingly clean. Not when it came to clothes, but he did have a good personal hygiene. He simply enjoyed being clean. ❝ I really should get some dog toys, huh? 'Fer ya 'ta play with when ya come over. ❞ He should buy some. What kinda toys were the best for puppies anyway?
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wanderingcas · 1 year
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I have 3 kids, one a teen and while difficult you absolutely can be low tech and screen time, my eldest has a school supplied iPad and a personal iPhone but both are heavily locked down and timed for access. He doesn't game and has no browsing capabilities either. My younger two don't have anything and though they've occasionally asked I've always told them no and explained my reasons. It works for us and as a result my kids have the time to get bored, be creative and are all excellent readers. My house is a shit-tip of cutting and sticking, piles of Lego and assorted abandoned craft though!
that's so comforting to hear!! i'm really making an effort for everything to be low-tech in my house, and in my own little bubble it's working out just fine, but i'm worried about all that breaking down when she steps out into the "real" world lol. i'm so glad you found a way to make it work - i'm going to keep trying, and hope that i can do my own thing in this crazy world. it just all gets so overwhelming! (as i'm sure you can understand)
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hydrachea · 9 months
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I still don't play Honkai Star Rail but I need to do things to Blade that would force new laws to be created.
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dr. phoenix - hold any interesting seminars lately?
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Dr. Phoenix: Wha—? Me? Holding a seminar? I'm sorry if I've ever given you a false impression otherwise, but I can hardly stand in front of anyone I don't know personally, let alone hold my own seminar.
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Although, and I don't suppose this actually counts, I do occasionally "livestream" myself playing video games; in fact, you can find me online at—!
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Alvis: Stop trying to plug your stream, old man!
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omarfor-orchestra · 8 months
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Io non ce la faccio più
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