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amethyst-fiend · 9 months

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Only Friends + Textposts (5/?)

#only friends the series #firstkhaotung #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #neomark #forcebook #only friends #ofts #mine #of memes #apologies friends #these are late because i had an extremely busy week #and thus performed the abominable act of sleeping #instead of watching only friends on release

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violetheart77 · 1 month

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r/TwoSentenceHatchetfield

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atomic-chronoscaph · 4 months

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Tintin in Tibet (1992)

#tintin in tibet gif #the adventures of tintin #hergé #yeti #animated tv series #snowy #milou #the abominable snowman #cryptids #90s tv series #nelvana studios #ellipse animation #peter hudecki #stéphane bernasconi #1990s #1992 #gif #chronoscaph gif

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annualwreckage · 9 months

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“crowley is a bottom” “crowley is a top” literally doesn’t matter the only thing that matters is that he’s a sub

#no one who walks like that is in charge during sex #homie is taking orders in the sheets and that’s just the truth #crowley #azicrow #aziraphale #good omens #good omens series 2 #gos2 #crowley good omens #i want to tag n s f w but don’t want to get in trouble lol and i refuse to use a word like spicy or any tiktok word abominations #so uh #adult ?#ig that’s fine

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cits-kirby-brainrot · 7 months

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Dark matter sketches

#kirby series #dark matter #dark matter blade #dark matter swordsman #gooey kirby #miracle matter #kirby zero #zero 2 kirby #kirby 02 #gijinka #eyes tw #cw body horror #kirby doodles #love my Eldritch abominations #all of these are drafts while I figure out a complete design #my stuff #headcanons #shoot me an ask if you questions!#creationverse

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90ssuperheroes · 7 months

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RICHARD MOLL

( 1943 - 2023)

You know he voiced Harvey Dent / Two Face, but did you know he voiced the Bat Computer?

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hotwaterandmilk · 5 months

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Asamiya has revealed the cover for the Silent Möbius 35th Anniversary book he'll be selling at Comiket 103 this month.

The doujinshi will be A4 in size and contain 54 pages of Saimebi content contributed by 47 incredible talents ranging from series seiyuu like Okamoto Maya and Nagahori Miho, artists like Kotobuki Tsukasa and Kagawa Hisashi, through to a few more out-there names like Marvel Comics' C.B. Cebulski and shoujo/BL mangaka Shinjo Mayu.

The full-colour book will consist of both written essays and illustrations. Asamiya also plans to sell an A3-sized 2024 anniversary calendar for Kanojo no Carrera and Silent Möbius which will be available through his A!Smart store.

#silent mobius #silent möbius #asamiya kia #kia asamiya #merch #merchandise #comiket #doujinshi #obviously i'll be buying #there are so many names from the history of saimebi who will be contributing #so i'm pretty keen #asamiya and shinjo need to team up and make some kind of mecha series abomination where everything is inspired by their love of cars

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veinsfullofstars · 3 months

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🐭 The thief and the soldier. 🦇

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight sitting at the edge of a pool in a confetti-strewn courtyard - presumably Dedede’s - beneath a starry night sky, each holding a glass of… fruit juice… orange and lime respectively, and lit a soft blue from the water beneath them. On our left, Daroach is lounging back on one hand, pointing and babbling incessantly, his face flushed, a foot dangling lazily in the water. On our right, DMK - also flushed - is hunched slightly forward, his head resting on his left fist, the tip of one sabaton dipped in the water, staring silently and inscrutably through his mask at the chatty rat. END ID.)

Me, in the kitchen, making my own food. (Also, remind me to use the Shading Assist feature in Clip more, holy heck, what a useful tool.)

Started on 10/17/23, finished on 10/18/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 10/18/23.

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musclesandhammering · 11 months

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I just think if they had to give loki a romance arc, it would’ve been soo much better with someone who wasn’t a variant of him.

And it’s not even bc of the selfcest angle, it’s just.. he has so few people he positively connects to outside of his own circle. Giving him friends and love interests and allies who aren’t just himself from another universe would’ve made more of an impact.

And hey if they had to make it a woman, that would’ve been the perfect opportunity to slyly sprinkle in some actual genderfluid confirmation. Just have whoever the lady is (I vote Lorelei or Amora) be pretending to be a loki variant to throw off the TVA, and when she meets him she could be like “yeah it’s easy, I didn’t even have to change my gender since you guys are women sometimes.”

#I just think-#listen it would’ve worked so much better I’m telling you #and they wouldn’t have had to create this oc character that’s an abominable amalgamation of #lady loki sylvie lushton and amora #bc that was lame as hell #anti sylvie #antisylvie #loki series criticism #anti sylki #antisylki #amora #lorelei

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iamnmbr3 · 9 months

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the moment when you realize an ai would've written a better larry show than mike waldron bc an ai would've been trained on previous loki content and thus, unlike mike, would've actually watched the films

#still not over the interview where he didn't even know that loki killed laufey even tho it was a pivotal character moment for him #or how neither he nor kate seem to get that the sylki romance could be read as selfcest or incest bc they thought it was just like #miles/gwen bc they didn't realize “loki” is a name not a title #so sylki isn't like miles/an alternate spider person. it's like miles/an alternate miles.#originally posted this in the discord but im salty so its today its going here too #I genuinely think Mike Waldron is the worst writer I have ever come across. his lack of talent is truly staggering.#Not that the others like Eric Martin are much better #still wild to me that he basically copy pasted his abominable og script and changed a few names and no one cared #or that he could get away with openly messing up basic facts about the character in interviews and showing he never even watched the movies #(The point of this post is to show how abysmally poor the quality of the Larry show was. not to advocate for ai writing)#the point is. mike couldn't even clear that very low bar. the answer is not ai. the answer was hiring actually competent writers #and not making the show with the express intent to undermine loki. bc the show wasn't just bad. it was actively malicious #loki show #loki tv series #loki season 2 #loki tv #loki series #loki tv show #random musings

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oysters-aint-for-me · 11 months

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can’t believe i’ve never made it to this part in the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy series until now:

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#btw. the martin freeman audiobooks for the last four in the series?#brilliant. VERY fun. idk WHAT kind of dialect he's got going on for Zaphod Beeblebrox #it's like some kind of new york boston jersey abomination that works quite well considering ZB is from none of those places lmao #the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy #douglas adams

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lizzybeth1986 · 4 months

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How the Court is Allowed to View A Polyglot Kiara

More photodumping for the upcoming Drake and Kiara essay!

So this is a compilation of the times I remember Kiara's skill with languages being viewed with disbelief, disdain or disrespect. There may be others, but these are the earliest ones and often the people who say it get away with saying it:

TRR1 Ch 16 - If the MC chooses "dare" at the Truth or Dare game, and calls Madeleine acting as a member of the press:

(Screenshots from the HIMEME YouTube channel)

TRR1 Ch 18 - A dialogue option where the MC can "quiz" Kiara on which other languages she knows:

(Screenshots by the My Choices (Fabbylous) channel)

(Possibly Inaccurate Translation: Good day (German), my friend (Spanish). Are you happy (Italian, though I get the sense that she's saying it sarcastically like...when someone says "satisfied??" after they've answered a stupid question you asked).

TRR2 Ch 4 - At the garden party in Applewood, when Madeleine is sending veiled threats to Hana about getting a suitor:

(Screenshots from the Skylia YouTube channel)

Madeleine engages in a bizarre play of exoticization against Kiara in this scene, and her "advice" to her fails dramatically (but perhaps that was the intention?) when Rashad is unable to even understand either Kiara's French or German. As you can see from these screenshots, Kiara herself is not happy with this suggestion.

TRR2 Ch 14 - Gossiping with Adelaide

One of your gossiping options (the one that fails) is if you compliment Kiara ("Did you know that Kiara speaks more than just French?"), which gets a pretty negative response from Adelaide:

(Screenshots from @cassiopeiacorvus)

Ironic how this is one of the rare times the MC can truly compliment Kiara on her skills...and she's shot down for it!! Also it's funny how "nobody cares about Kiara's linguistic prowess" yet there are more than enough people out there just pouncing to discredit it and pretend she's lying!

TRR3 Ch 7 - Before meeting Kiara at her estate:

(Screenshots from the HIMEME YouTube channel)

There is plenty I hate about this scene (more on that in the essay) but I find it extremely sus that this shitty attitude towards Kiara's most prominent skill is allowed to go on without any pushback for three fucking books.

#essay series: trr's alternative lis #kiara theron #the royal romance #listen i know that kiara's peppering of french words in between isn't a thing you often see among users of that language #and esp to those language users it may sound wrong #but what do you expect #the writers arent going to do anymore research than is strictly necessary for this character so...stop making it a character problem?#y'all don't have this energy for madeleine's abominable time management or olivia's butter knives 🧐

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pe4nutastic · 3 months

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What was it worth?

[ A kaleidoscope of sickly red lines stretch out across his torso like spiderwork, deliberate and perfectly formed yet undoubtedly denotative that something is horribly wrong if his hunched (and pitiful, pathetic) posture, hand clutching tightly at where a heart would be situated if his physiology permitted it, were any indication. There’s some odd sense of tightness about his current state which keeps him frozen to the spot, mouth opening and closing as if to say something… only to be swallowed up by a strange continuum of sharpness tingling throughout his body like electricity, hot and relentless, unlike anything he had known before. He’s utterly paralyzed by this state and unable to act as a result, much less make much sense of what’s happening as his mind slowly begins to unravel like threads in clothing. And yet something sticks out anyways. The exact trigger behind it. One which, even through his best efforts, invades his mind, permeating through every consecutive crack that has appeared within long before manifesting externally. Something which he had thought to be long since extinguished within his heart.

Despair. Crushing, unsympathetic, and rending despair.

Something which had always tiptoed around the corners of feigned confidence and ironclad will–the very same will which had enabled for him to fulfill his pre-determined role and associated duties to perfection, as if never tainted by humanity to begin with–but never quite managed to break through until glimmers of faded light.. of a warm memory long since past… had managed to peer through the monochromatic and numb emptiness of his mind. And even so, it did not come in a big dramatic burst but rather as a quiet resignation. Of desolation and insatiable emptiness; a hole that could never be filled in his ‘heart’ after her death. One which, upon receiving a rather severe scolding from his superiors, only grew until he could no longer contain it. Until he could no longer tolerate it, bursting at the fragile seams of his imperfect mind. Until he had to do something to rectify his original failure. Anything to make the incomprehensible pain stop. Anything to erase this feeling now that it cannot be suppressed as easily. Anything to be useful again.

Desperation.

And so, he had gone against the orders of his superiors–to return back to the home-planet for reevaluations–and with the future-predicting power of the Apple of Enlightenment, instead constructed a plan to guarantee victory. One which even fate itself would not be able to distort. One where he would create the optimal winning conditions and eradicate the blight of humanity for good. After all, he was just a tool programmed to fulfill military functions until the eternal bend of time itself. He owed it to the ones which had created him to do at least this much. To prove that he was useful –that he still had value. But, it was all for naught. Feverish delusion at best. A deranged fantasy.

This ambition and dedication. Value and purpose. What was it really worth?

More sickly red cracks spread across his exoskeleton, across his neck and through his face to the left ear, lowered in part shame and part agony. The Chosen Ones are inching closer and closer to victory. Advancing in ways he was certain that they could not and closing in fast, just as the Apple of Enlightenment had originally predicted. Even after everything he had done… they were destined for victory. His hands curl in, against the pain of movement, into tight balls while his tail–littered with a patchwork of red cracks on its own–sharply taps against the darkened ground within The Place That Time Forgot. He could not overcome the gears of fate. It’s over.

All the sacrifice. The depths he had sunk to in order to realize his machinations. The price others had paid for his goal. What was it really worth?

He went against the will of his species for nothing, choosing to try again rather than returning back to the home-planet to be scrapped as he should have. Another crack, this one thicker cuts to his right ear. He spent all this time preparing and ‘setting the stage’ for destroying the Chosen Ones for nothing. Yet another crack, stretching harshly down his back. He betrayed his own mother for nothing. And several more cracks, spreading like an infectious disease to his other appendages with a sickening snap, like crushing bones. The Psion species. Maria. No matter what receives his loyalty or efforts, he cannot succeed. He cannot ‘win’. Only fail, with no consolation other than the notion that he cannot possibly be–and in fact, should not–hurt because he is a Psion. An empty shell animated by psionic energies with no will of its own.

All this pain and emptiness. Desolation and despair. What is it really worth? What is It really Worth? WHAT. IS. IT. REALLY. WORTH–

The thought is abruptly cut off and erased in an instant, another crack piercing the hollow shell containing his very essence and power albeit this time, etching out a hole through which tendrils of a seething and brightened red start to ooze out like pus out a badly infected wound, feverishly weaving too and through in the still air of the cave and cutting through the darkness with a disturbing glow as its shell promptly shatters with a resounding splinter, jagged pieces falling to the ground with a hollow clatter. And with that, that overwhelming and suffocating–crushingly so–sense of despair wraps around him like a ghostly hug, one that is tipped with conflicting fragments of a few other emotions. Emotions and the pain felt which grow in strength, feeding on the last vestiges of his disordered and decaying mind with ravenous vigour as its integrity plummets at a sharp drop from before.

–what had he been talking about again? He can’t recall. And as the seconds tick on by, even the inquiry on the matter to himself seems more and more like a distant memory, the corrupted essence gradually gushing out his exoskeleton at an increasingly enthused pace, twisting and churning into contorted impressions of his physical appearance as it does so.

What was it?What was it?What was it?What was it?What was it?What was it?

He can’t remember anything. It hurts. Nothing comes through. It hurts. Everything seems fragmented and murky, the only clarity coming through in haunting glints of the poisonous concoction of emotions which had come rushing through the moment his will had broke. It hurts.

Despair. Hatred. Regret. And… something else. Destroy the pain.

A kind of desolate and chalky dryness. One that is impossible to remedy. Hunger without a biological mechanism for it. Thirst without dehydration.

He’s starving for something. Desperate for something. Plagued with a hole (somehow) that cannot be filled. An empty spot, collapsed in on itself and broken as it may be… stuffed with pain as it may be… remains hollow nonetheless.

It hurts. It burns. Destroy.

His very essence is cloaked in a sensation that is fundamentally unfulfilled. Lynched with a longing for something. It hurts. A deep and passionate desire plucked from the long-since rotten core of his heart. One which needs to be satiated, but will never be, like lines that can never intersect. Destroy.

The line is gone. Parallels do not intersect. It hurts.

What was it worth?What was it worth?What was it worth?What was it worth?

Another cut. Another sharp drop in mental integrity and even the remaining vestiges of consciousness, tiny and fragile as they were, are too erased as his corrupted and twisted form fully establishes itself in a nightmarish effigy. Only one thing remains.

Everything hurts. Destroy. Destroy everything. ]