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typicalpnwguy · 1 year

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Why do I like to clone US military rifles?

Well I honestly do not know fully why I enjoy doing build US military clone rifles but I do. Just like people build standard style rifles, AR15s, polymer80 pistols, 1911s, AR10s, and other firearms I like to replicate or clone US military issued M4s or M16s.

The way I started was I always wanted to join the military but at the time I could I was disqualified due to a knee injury. I was still infatuated with the military and loved their gear/vehicles. So overtime I had a cache of pictures on my phone and computer of M4s, M16s, M203s, machine guns, humvees, tanks, helicopters, and aircraft.

When I bought my first AR15 I unknowingly started to build an M4A1. The AR15 had a standard A3 flat top upper receiver, 16" fsp non m4 profile barrel, and standard furniture. I replaced the glacier guard with a monstrum quadrail (don't flame me lol), swapped the commercial spec buffer tube and stock with a cheap surplus milspec set from an army surplus store, bought a cheap knockoff removable A2 carry handle mount, and bought a magpul vertical grip. It was a pathetic attempt at a m4a1 but it was one.

Overtime of looking at my pictures and joing cloner Facebook groups I started learning the real parts necessary to do a proper M4 clone. However it's not a dead set this is how you do it. Pretty much as long as you have a picture of someone using a setup in theater (in war) you're good to go. People usually refer to this stuff as "seen in the wild".

After lots of learning I started to buy the stuff needed to make my pathetic idea of a clone more "clone correct". I decided to buy a super salty M16 (A1) grip on ebay, bought a KAC micro rear sight, a really old ACOG, an actual KAC RAS II quadrail, m4 fsp profile barrel, a KAC surplus broomstick vertical grip, and a Surefire M952v light.

After those modifications I felt pretty good. But after a year or so I wanted to make it even better. So I sold the overly large and old ACOG, bought a UID (cage code) sticker for the lower receiver, sold the KAC micro rear sight, bought an Aimpoint PRO, and bought a Matech rear flip up sight. This definitely helped make it look more the part and I was feeling pretty satisfied.

However the urge to make it even better got me again after a couple years. So I found a surplus mount for the Aimpoint PRO, found a surplus Colt fsp sling mount, and found a few KAC quadrail rail covers. Not it truly looks like the classic M4 I wanted.

It turns out that what I enjoy for an M4 is almost exactly what I would have been issued if I would have been able to go into the military. Not sure how that all worked out but I'm not complaining. The rifles full designation is a M4A1 Block 1. These and the Block 1.5s (just Block 1s with better lights and optics) will always have a soft spot in my heart.

I've used mine in many classes and to teach new shooters. After over a decade and thousands & thousands of rounds through it I still absolutely love it. I've told my wife that I'll never sell it and if I ever try because we are in need of money for whatever reason then she can beat me with it lol.

After this rifle I ended up building a XM177-E2 clone but I'll save that for another time. I truely enjoy building the old US military clone rifles. Sure you can buy a new Colt or FN and br pretty much spot on but I find so much enjoyment of researching then building the same thing. Call me crazy or whatever but I do.

A great parts resource I had was Brownells. They have a bit of the old M16 stuff and a bit of the M4 stuff instock. Some of it can be expensive but now there's a coupon code I can and you can use. Use coupon code WLS10 to save you 10% off your orders of $150 or more.

Have you built a M4 or M16? If so let me know what you built in the comments below! Also check out the pictures for the transformation of my first AR15 into a M4A1 Block 1.

#brownells #bureau of propaganda #bureauofpropaganda #pistol #pnw #edc #m4 #m4a1 #block 1 #m16 #us military

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girlblocker · 2 years

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they were in love here <- two characters currently beating each other up

#btw. this is about jedediah and octavius from night at the museum #edit: although I did post it while watching naruto #vote 1 to be specific.#SO upset that none of the notes have commented on my sasuke icon.#cringe era post #flop era post #girl era post #block era post

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ohdeerfully · 1 month

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Spoilers ahead for the final episode!

Imagine reader being a healer for others but is cursed to not being able to heal themselves.

Like during the final battle, their skills are heavily relied on while they also fight along side them. Afterwards they rush to find their lover Alastor to heal the wound on his abdomen. Poor thing was so worried about healing him that they forgot about patching up themselves.

hello everybody im alive........... hello hold your applause /j

i got two very similar requests so i combined them into one! hope thats alright with the two anons! hugs and kisses

Stitches

alastor x reader (fluff) TW: nothing serious, just some briefly graphic(ish) descriptions of violence/gore, reader referred to as female but doesnt influence plot

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It was supposed to be “no big deal” for him; that’s what he had promised you. You worried, of course, but knew better than to pester and beg for him to change his mind. Plus… of all demons to hold back Adam, Alastor seemed like the most capable. You had to trust him. He promised.

You were in the midst of slaying an Exterminator of your own, cutting it down with a sword lined in angelic steel, but you couldn’t help that your train of thought kept returning to the Radio Demon, who was currently on the roof of the Hotel maintaining a forcefield that prevented more angels from joining the battle.

You allowed your eyes to glimpse up towards said roof even though you knew it’d be impossible to see him from your position on the ground. You had looked just in time, however, to see the shield that surrounded the battleground begin to dissolve, an opening blooming around the figure of Adam.

A sickly cold feeling of dread churned down your spine and into your stomach, but you forced yourself to stay focused. Alastor would be fine, surely. It’s not like he said it was an invincible shield. You had other things to worry about, anyway, when you realized a wasp-like swarm of Exterminators had made their way in from the dissolving forcefield, their glittering white wings and shining angelic weapons molding together in a blur.

You fought along a small group of demons from Cannibal Town, providing aid and healing when possible. It seemed to go on for hours; stab an angel, tear one away from a companion, heal, stab, save, heal… it somehow began to feel monotonous and repetitive. Your whole body stung, littered with wounds ranging in extremity, but you couldn’t stop. Not if you were going to win this thing.

That monotony was broken when the chaos halted for a brief moment—not even a second. You had seen Charlie looking up in… fear? Shock? So, you looked, and your breath hitched. It took you a moment to process.

Why was Adam flying above, looming, grinning, analyzing… Why, when Alastor was supposed to be keeping him occupied? The immediate answer that came to mind brought back that sickening feeling from earlier, but increased a hundredfold. It seemed that Charlie also had a similar idea.

You couldn’t ignore the feeling this time and, against your better judgment, took off towards the crumbling Hotel, abandoning your position as healer. They could wait, honestly. The pounding in your ears and anxiety in your body clouded the sensation of angelic spears grazing past you, filling your already burdened body with more gashes.

You were halted by a powerful beat of wings, wind pushing you backwards onto your back. You scrambled into a sitting position, leaning on your arms. All of the aching, stinging pain from the night seemed to rush in all at once because of the interruption, and you could barely keep your eyes steady on the man in front of you.

The first man, at that—standing all too high-and-mighty above you, a twisted grin curling up his mask.

“Hey, bitch,” He said almost casually, grabbing you by the hair and lifting you up to be eye level with him. You stifled a pained cry at the sensation, though your eyes filled with tears, betraying both your fear and pain. You hated yourself for looking so weak in front of Adam, but you were almost too exhausted to mask it.

“The fuck did you do to Alastor?” You talked through a mouthful of blood. You spat some out in his face, to which the grip on your head tightened but he seemed otherwise unbothered. You did see a glint of madness in his eyes, though.

“So you’re that fine babe of his?” Adam mocked, looking up and down tastelessly. You didn’t expect much more from the ‘dickmaster’ but you couldn’t help but feel disgusted. “Satan’s daughter told me all about you when she was trying to tell me you gross fucks could be redeemed.”

He started rambling out a multitude of insults and curses. It seemed fitting, you thought, that the stuck-up first man would be too full of himself to keep his guard up and just start going off on a tangent about how cool and awesome he is versus how gross and weak your kind is.

“I mean, the fuck? You all sucked ass at being alive, so why the shit would we let you up into heaven? And, quite frankly, too fucking ugly to live up th—” He choked on the last few words he had, his eyes widening in shock and pain. He dropped you to the ground.

During his rant you had managed to use your heel to kick up a stray spear from beneath you. His tirade had given you enough time to balance the weapon between your feet, aim, and jam it forward into his stomach. The robe he wore darkened, glistening gold seeping into the fabric and from the hole you punctured into him.

“You–” He spat, hovering his shaking hands around the impaled spear. He gingerly pressed a hand against the wound, lifting his bloody palm to his face to look at the mess. He looked up, down, up again, and took a quivering step towards you. There were a million expressions in his eyes all at once; rage, fear, pain, disgust…

“You fucking bitch,” He took another step, reached a hand out towards you. “You can’t kill me! Nobody can kill Adam! You’re just a worthless, sick, good-for-nothing sinner that couldn’t—fuck!” He stumbled and fell forward, and you jerked away as his fist nearly closed around the hem of your shirt. As much as you hated the guy and wanted him dead, you still cringed at the sight of him falling onto the spear and impaling it completely through his body.

You heard a distant cry of his name, but you didn’t hesitate to see who it was. You took off into the hotel, albeit slowed by a painful limp, and made your way up the stairs towards the radio tower.

There was an ominous feeling in the air as you ascended the ladder into the nearly demolished tower, slowly opening the hatch into the room. An intense, static-y feeling smothered your senses, hair raising and skin prickling at the sensation. You ignored the uncomfortable feeling and peered around the dark room.

Claw marks and a trail of blood caught your attention, leading your eyes towards a corner where the demon you wanted to see most sat against. He had been wordlessly watching you with glowing red eyes since you entered.

“Al,” You said almost breathlessly as you rushed forward, ignoring the way your leg shot pain throughout your body in protest. You fell gracelessly to your knees in front of him.

“I don’t want you here,” He said rather plainly, a hiss in his voice as he spoke through his teeth and a grimace of a smile. You ignored the comment, eyes traveling over his body before settling on his palm, which was pressed against his abdomen. There was a still-growing patch of dark blood seeping through his shirt and between his fingers.

You reached your hand out towards him, flinched to a halt for a moment when his claws tightened around the fabric of his shirt, but continued. He made no move otherwise to stop you, but you could feel the tension in the air growing as the static ambience got louder.

“I can take care of myself,” He said, his other hand suddenly snatching your wrist. His grin widened, but his eyes narrowed. You frowned at him.

“Yeah, but it’d be a lot easier for me to just fix you now,” You retorted, trying to jerk your hand away from his grip. He didn’t yield. “If you stop being so damn stubborn.”

“I’ve dealt with much worse, my dear,” He continued to convince you to leave him alone, his voice smooth with that manipulatively suave voice he put on sometimes. Unluckily for him, though, you were just as stubborn as him.

“But I’m here this time to help you,” You finally managed to free your wrist from him, your sharp expression unwavering from his own, which seemed equally aggravated. Maybe he was too weak to actually stop you, or maybe he actually did want your help and just wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t stop you from lifting his bloodied hand from his wound.

You pursed your lips at the grizzly sight, but said nothing. You ignored the stinging smell of blood that flooded your nose. You hovered your hands over the wound, channeling the energy in your body that granted you the ability to rapidly heal others. A faint light flowed from your palm and into the gash across Alastor’s torso, forming glowing stitches that weaved throughout the damaged skin.

Periodically glancing up at his face as you worked, you watched for any sign that told you to stop, but it never came. He stayed silent the whole time, which was… rare, from him. You would never admit this out loud, but Alastor seemed almost… pitiful, in this silent, weakened state. The Radio Demon himself, reduced to a bloodied, passive husk of himself.

After healing so many demons during the battle outside, you had spent so much energy. You were already so weak and exhausted, but you pushed yourself to force just a bit more—

“There,” With a weak sigh, you sat back, admiring your own handiwork. Even though it was magic, it did take some mental ability to know how to use your power. “Was that so hard?” You chided him jokingly.

He gingerly drug a clawed finger down the stitches, analyzing it for himself.

“I have to admit,” He began, looking up at you. “It would have been nice to have you in my early years as— dear?”

You barely heard what he was saying as all of your senses seemed to get foggy all at once. Your vision blurred and speckled, you ears felt muffled, and you swayed with lightheadedness. You pressed a hand to your face, trying to steady your breath.

“I’m good,” Your voice came out in a quiver. “I think I just—”

You don’t necessarily even remember fainting, but reason that you must have as you stared at the ceiling above you. You woke up ten minutes ago, and spent the time piecing together everything that happened. How much time has passed since then? A couple hours? Days? It was hard to say. Though, you thought as you looked around. The hotel looks… damn good all things considered.

The door creaked open and your ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice humming some tune that you couldn’t recognize. Considering the atmosphere wasn’t tense, you actually welcomed the prickling, static-like sensation that Alastor’s presence brought.

“Ah, the sleeping beauty awakes!” He announced pleasantly, setting a plate rattling with two neat little glasses of warm liquid on the bedside table. You eyed them and quirked your eyebrow.

“Seems you were ready for it,” You said, commenting on the fact that he brought two cups.

“Well, what kind of man would I be if I wasn’t au fait to my darling’s status?” He explained, clasping his hands behind his back and leaning over you. He would never admit that he brought up two cups every time he checked on you just in case.

His overall demeanor seemed appropriately confident and indifferent, but his eyes held an uncharacteristic look of tenderness and worry as he looked over you, analyzing your condition. He sat at the edge of the bed, picking that plate up again and offering you a cup.

You sat up against the headboard and took it with a light smile, warming your hands on the smooth surface. You enjoyed the aroma of the tea, and you realized it was your favorite. How sweet.

The room was silent, save for the quiet sound of a radio that seemed to just… radiate from him… but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Now that you were sitting up, you took the chance to look down and over yourself. Bandages were wrapped tightly over your arms, chest, stomach, legs… basically everywhere. You were suddenly all too aware of the dull ache that afflicted your entire body.

When you looked up, you noticed Alastor had been looking at you rather intensely. His expression was weird and unreadable. You tightened your lips awkwardly at the strangely passionate look in his eyes, looking into random directions to try to ignore it. You tried to concentrate on taking another sip from the cup in your hand, bu, to your dismay, it was already empty. You sat it down on the plate.

“How’s my stitchwork holding up?” In an attempt to dissipate your own awkwardness, you reached towards his abdomen. He caught your hand gently, directing it away from himself. But he didn’t let go.

“No doctor in all of Hell could have done better,” He complimented. He still had a hint of that weird expression. “If only you could fix yourself up the same. Fortunately I have some experience from my time alive…” He trailed off.

You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, jumping forward and tightening your arms around his neck. The static in the air sharpened for a brief second, matching the tenseness in his body, but slowly returned to a normal frequency. After a few more seconds, you felt him slide his own arms around your waist, pressing you against himself.

“You scared the fuckin’ shit out of me,” You said, voice muffled by his coat. “I thought Adam killed you. I thought I was going to find your body buried under the rubble.”

“So you avenged me by killing Adam yourself? I appreciate it,” He remarked lightly, a slight chuckle rumbling from his chest. His voice was low, breath tickling your ear as he held you with a feather-light but somehow still firm grip.

Alastor was quiet for another moment, and you realized the static in the air had completely dissipated. You also realized the pressure of his arms wrapped around you was getting increasingly tighter.

“You worried me as well,” He said finally. “You were out like a hibernating bear for days. You worried everyone.” You pulled your head out from the crook of his neck and met his gaze.

“Can’t a gal get her beauty rest?” You joked softly, bumping your shoulder against him playfully. He swayed for a moment at the contact, but the eye contact never broke. Wait, was he getting closer?

Instinctually your eyes closed, and the briefest kiss was placed on your lips, then your nose, then your forehead. Before you could open your eyes, Alastor placed his hand on your head and pressed you back against his chest. He then began rubbing his hand gently on your back in a soothing motion.

Despite being in bed for apparently days, you still felt tired. You sank into him as his claws drug gentle shapes against your skin, careful to avoid bandaged spots. He hummed a quiet tune, and you noticed his microphone of a cane, which was laying against the bedside table, emitted an accompanying song.

“Maybe redemption isn’t all that,” You commented with a sigh, lazily picking at the hem of Alastor’s collar.

“Hmm?” He prompted you to continue.

“Is Hell really so bad if you’re with your favorite soul?” It felt corny to say, but you couldn't really find a better way to phrase it. Plus, you couldn't take this rare moment of tenderness for granted.

His hand paused for a moment, and he gently squeezed your arm in response. You felt him press another light kiss to the top of your head.

“I know, now,” He finally replied. “Just the feeling.”

#ohdeerfully #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #alastor x you #oh my god yall #writers block... my number 1 enemy of all time #hazbin hotel spoilers #sort of

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redysetdare · 8 months

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Hey if you're romance or sex repulsed just know that's is fine to be repulsed. You have the right to express your feelings. You have the right to take up space in the aro and ace communities. There's nothing wrong with you. You're not a morally bad person. You aren't spreading a stereotype or negativity by sharing your experience. You deserve to be here just as much as everyone else. You shouldn't have to silence yourself in favor of others.

You deserve support. You deserve representation. You deserve activism and protection. You deserve to be heard and seen.

#aro #ace #aroace #aromantic #asexual #sex repulsed #romance repulsed #DO NOT REPLY WITH 'just as long as youre not sex/romance negative'!!!! FUCK U IF U DO THAT!!!!#IN FACT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IM NO LONGER BEING NICE!!!#LET THERE BE 1 REPULSED POSITIVITY POST THAT DOESNT CONFLATE IT WITH NEGATIVITY

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oldwebsurfing · 7 months

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Found at: http://victorian.fortunecity.com/statue/196/virtual.html

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xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx · 21 days

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thinking about the great uk squid hijacking at Splatoon 1’s release and that they never caught the guy. they would have had to hold onto them for at least a while and then sell them *slowly* and secretly, cuz if they were the only ones in the country you’d be basically handing yourself into the cops. so you’d have to be super careful or you might just have like. every preorder’s worth of green squid amiibo. forever. anyway happy server shutdown day to the owner of hundreds of tiny green squids from 2015 in particular-

#I think about this a lot I’ve had this screenshot in my phone for like 6 months #any given green squid amiibo in the UK could have been involved in organised crime and you just wouldn’t know :)#teh scenest cephalopod #<<my splatoon tag btw in case anyone needs to block it #notscene.txt #splatoon #splatoon 1 #Nintendo network shutdown

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inchidentalmeowmeow · 2 months

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When i say lestappen are opposites in literally every way this is what i mean 😭

#WHAT ARE THOSE ‘i’s MAX???#two sides of a whole competitive idiot ��#beauty and chaos goes together clearly i dont make the rules #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #formula 1 #cl16 #1633 #mv33 #ah yes #red and blue #sunshine and midnight rain #beautiful cursive calligraphy and chaotic spongbob block text energy #the three dualities of all homoerotic rivalries

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spacedlexi · 4 months

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"sounds nice... having a partner"

#the walking dead game #twdg #violentine #clementine twdg #violet twdg #MAANN when clem says this in s3 JUST WAIT BBY #people who say clemvi has no basis like ep2 isnt just them working as a team for 2 and a half hours regardless of player choice #like be fr #clem telling louis that violet patching up the back wall is ok because she needed something to keep herself busy. married behavior #vi asking clem to help check in on everyone while she deals with the wall. their shared smile when she comes back outside :)#and then they sit in the leadership spot together overlooking the yard and everything theyve planned together coming to fruition :)#sorry i just think their romance set up in eps 1 and 2 is obvious as FUCK and im tired of (Some) people pretending it isnt #'i havent seen her warm up to someone in a long time' brody literally tells clem that vi seems to like her after its been 24 hours #after shes been a block of ice for a whole year. and clem just melted those walls down immediately while they fought walkers together #violet is so devoted to clem post ep1 its embarrassing for her #'i saw she had you pinned and i- shit i got So crazy...' sorry if you dont think shes in love with clem idk what to tell you #'i'll tear that boat apart before we leave without you' i know you would girlie!!!#the animators went CRAAZAYAYAYAY the way they look at each other... their little smiles at each other....even before the belltower #the way clem looks at her while they dance.... the way she puts her head down on her shoulder so contentedly....#and then she keeps her head on violets shoulder as she pulls away so clems chin gets dragged with it like she doesnt want to let go #'so you never forget that night' 'i never will' they are DISGUSTINGLY in love with each other it makes me physically ill #its 2024 and im still hearing 'i just didnt see it :/'. lazerbeams you #spaced art 2024

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karpachev · 7 months

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Uhm i gotta say team thunder is very important to me

(yes i'm making this name a thing)

Johnny would totally ask for a light in the middle of training. You can't convince me otherwise :D

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suaimhneas-gairid · 1 month

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Trinket 🎀🎀🎀

#critical role #critical role fanart #trinkey #trinket #campaign 1 #having a bit of art block so bear to unblock #bear don't care

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chellychuu · 22 days

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Kofi - prints

#still have art block but hey it’s something finished for once haha 🥹#ranma 1/2 #ranma ½ #shampoo #ranma shampoo #art #80s anime #90s anime #90s anime art #city pop #retro anime #retro aesthetic #cute #cute art #cute anime #artists on tumblr #anime art #anime artist

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thelibraryofsylphide · 24 days

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On Set of Thor (2011) Odin giving 0 fucks like always

#loki #thor #thor 1 #thor 2011 #behind the scenes #on set #marvel #mcu #dying he gives 0 fucks oldman #repost bc an OP had me blocked idek who this is what's with this sassy lost child #we know where thor got the welcome to chillis

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waywardmillennial · 9 days

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Some thoughts on Steven's new show, and the hate that's been directed at him lately

spoiler alert: the tl;dr is that people's assumptions about the new food show being expensive meals aren't in the trailer and I'm happily subscribed to Watcher TV now!

One of the most awful things about this announcement has been seeing people attacking Steven specifically, and making a lot of assumptions about him. I (probably unwisely) spent a couple hours in the yt comment section and found things like this:

And then I saw this tumblr comment that do a wtf face irl:

Keith's new eating show is at Michelin star restaurants... to call that relatable and Steven not? Honey, that's either racism or some implicit bias you need to examine (I watch some TG content, it's fine to like Keith, but damn this take isn't it y'all)

But my main point is: No one said Steven and Andrew are going to be having expensive meals on the new show.

(yeah, remember Andrew is on the show too? but all hate is directed at Steven? isn't that interesting...)

That was Buzzfeed. This is Watcher. They aren't going to repeat themselves. Also, Worth It was about showing food across ALL price points, especially in later seasons once they had a more stable platform at BF. It was about giving chefs across cultures (especially Asian communities) a voice.

I re-watched the teaser for Travel Season, and I also signed up for Watcher TV (it was about $3.50/month with the annual discount promo) and I watched the full trailer for Travel Season. Guess what wasn't mentioned? Food at expensive price points.

Travel Season is going to be six episodes per season, all in one location, focusing on food and experiences that place has to offer. This is more economical from a production standpoint, because the team can travel to a location and shoot episodes in a batch. Similar to how they can get four episodes of TMS filmed in one night. Sounds like they are approaching Travel Season in a smart and efficient way.

stills from the trailer on WatcherTV.com

Sure, maybe they'll try some higher priced dishes at some point, but Travel Season is about culture and food - not about clickbait titles for Buzzfeed where they need to have $1,000 ice cream. If you've seen the food content Steven's made at Watcher (Homemade, Grocery Run, Eat Like Me) you know he cares about highlighting the connections between people and food, to share cultures and ideas with the viewers.

I am supporting Watcher's new endeavor, and hope they can make it work for more of their audience over time. Some people choose to pay $4.99/month for a Twitch sub to support one creator - which is their right. I am spending $5.99/month (but actually much cheaper for this first year) to support an entire company. If this works, Watcher could bring on other creators, as they've wanted to all along, and hopefully usher in an era of entertainment from a diverse group of independent creators.

Yes, Steven Lim took on the role of CEO of Watcher Entertainment recently, but the other founders still have an active role in the company. Like it or not, they all had a vote in making the switch to a streaming service. Singling out Steven in comments like those above isn't a good look for anyone.

#Watcher #Watcher TV #Travel Season #Steven Lim #Andrew Ilnyckyj #Adam Bianchi #normally I wouldn't use main tags for a rant like this but I need people to see the other side of things #my defensive genes have been activated like the winter soldier #I saw a yt comment literally calling the team at watcher the 1%#BABES #that's not what that means #like at all #feel free to reblog this #but if you complain about Steven's tesla I will block you #watchergate #vi rants

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