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amongusmotherfucker · 1 month
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When I was making the first sfm poster, i noticed that the plushies that I have downloaded were too small and thus I have made these funny pictures just to showcase how small they really are lol
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sicc-nasti · 11 months
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Hanging out after a long day :9
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alpacacare-archive · 2 years
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kuijoon · 24 days
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i lied here’s another one
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vernrot · 1 month
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Sniper enjoying a morning cup of coffee
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otaku553 · 11 months
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Tianci (oc)
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blackbatcass · 7 months
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can you believe dc finally gave me a story where dick, steph and cass get to hang out. and it was a fucking. backup in a tom taylor issue
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slocumjoe · 1 year
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w....wwwwweeee....🤸🏻‍♀️🕳
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deluzionalfantisea · 11 months
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Just your average tf2 sillies
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felt like drawing the boys, I love the boys, boy boy boy— there’s something about drawing hands that I REALLY enjoy. It’s a nice part of character ig
A FEW DRAWINGS WERE DONE BY A FRIEND OF MINE AAAHHH
medic go honk shooo honk shooo
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scattered-winter · 9 months
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I think what I love about Flirty Robots is the more playful dynamic between Pidge and Lance. They genuinely banter and while they can bicker it never feels hostile.
Keith and Lance’s relationship often felt a lot more actively antagonistic than any of the other inter-Paladin relationships.
Lance’s wannabe Casanova persona has tons of potential with sassy science gremlin Pidge.
There’s also the fact that Lance seems willing to follow Pidge on whatever crazy adventure she wants to go on. Like in episode 1, when they see Shiro’s escape crash land, Pidge immediately run after it and Lance is right behind her.
Or when they’re at the space mall wher Pidge and Lance work together to get that retro gaming console.
Both are also very family oriented.
Then there’s the potential for angst between homesick Lance and the ever searching Pidge. Both desperately miss their families and want nothing more than to be reunited with them, but one is pulled towards Earth and the other is pulled away.
And this heading a bit into headcanon territory, but I feel like both use their respective outward personas to the mask their inner pain.
Lance is always flirting and acting like a goofball to cheer both himself and others up and to keep him distracted from thoughts of home, while Pidge throws herself into her work to not let the possibility of both Matt and her dad being dead sink in.
This is a not a comprehensive list of many reasons I ship Flirty Robots, but I hope you can start to see why I like it.
OHOOO SOO TRUE ACTUALLY. the way that they're opposites but also so so so similar........I can See It
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tf2fansderogatory · 2 years
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sniper killed and ate an animal with his bare teeth once
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Literally like honestly this is basically canon. He's a guy who chases after small mammals or birds like a dog
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absensia-archived · 1 year
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oh.  see now i’m thinking up a chess - crime - related npc. . .   what if one of the bigger criminal head honchos charlotte does chaos work for and reports to is one of those old fellers who sit at the park from morning until noon,  seemingly with a bottomless cup of coffee,  reading the newspaper and playing chess with their other senior friends. . .   what if this is how he insists on meeting some of his people and they’re required to play a game with him while he speaks to them or while they share what they’ve learned / done. . .  what if you are never allowed to win against him and so,  even he blunders,  you have to ignore and continue to curb your own skill. . .   what if he uses the game to speak to and / or  threaten you. . .  what if the game usually starts the normal way with him holding a white and black piece in either fist and you choose the fist at random and that’s the colour you’ll play for that game but. . .  one morning you sit down and he simply offers white to you and you know that this will not only be your last game but your last day on earth because the only time this old man allows you the advantage of white is when he is thoroughly done with you and this kind offering is something of a last meal. . .  
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lunastars21 · 1 year
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Light and Darkness in a constant battle
Many of the fighters progress to the top, struggling to stop this endless war against light and Darkness. Heroes and villains alike, working as one to stop this madness. Some spirits would be at their side, granting them abilities to make them stronger (and also wishing to obtain their bodies back to their regular form), taking out any fake fighter that blocks their path.
Two spirits let the others advance as a wave of fakers appear, granting them access to keep moving upwards towards the two gods, without being slow down. One was a rodent with a red top hat and red cloak, spinning a wand that can blast ice and freeze any enemy in his way, wishing to protect the young star warrior from his world. The other was a Hybrid, a skilled marksman and a bit greedy, but his money cannot shine when the world is taken over, and being a spirit isn't the most comfortable form.
The duo would be back to back as the fake fighters swarm them, either covered in light or darkness, The rodent turns to the hybrid. "Think you can keep up?" The marksman chuckles at the question, as he loads his gun, "I should be asking you that question mate." They grin and charge forward at the sea of enemies, confident that balance will prevail
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thethief1996 · 6 months
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I can't stop thinking about the news out of Palestine. Israel is sieging al Shifa hospital. Videos of people's limbs being severed off are haunting (graphic video tw). The hospital has ran out of fuel and 39 babies in incubators are fending for their lives by themselves, because Israel has stationed snipers around the hospital and is shooting all medical crew that walks into their sight.
First, the narrative was Israel would never bomb hospitals. Now, the hospitals are Hamas bases. Then, we respect journalists. Now, we have a fucking kill list of journalists because they are Hamas collaborators. First, we are not letting fuel in until the hostages are released. Now, we are not accepting the hostages back because that would stop our ground invasion and let Hamas win. And I could go on about every single lie they're making up. If you look up "Hamas rape" on google, the first link leads to Times of Israel saying Israel has found no forensic evidence of sexual violence, and only one eyewitness testimony out of 3.5k people attending the rave. If you Google "Hamas beheaded babies" the top links say they have no evidence for the claim besides word of mouth from extremist soldiers. Israeli extremists think about the ugliest goriest scene they can make out in their sick heads, tell that to a international journalist and they run away with it like it's gospel.
And children are being killed in the name of these lies. Thousands are being displaced in images that remind me of the pictures of Tantura 75 years ago, with their hands up so the tanks don't shoot them. Amputees are leaving the hospitals in wheelchairs hours after their surgeries because they are being shot at. Elders who survived the Nakba on 48 are having to walk towards Southern Gaza on foot (imagine walking from one end of your city to the other on foot), displaced again. People are cheering for the haunting images of white phosphorus bombs being dropped over Gaza. Gazan workers who were arrested in the West Bank are being thrust back into the bombings wearing numbered labels.
This is not normal. We are seeing the early stages of the settler colonial genocide of an indigenous population. Native leaders who have visited Gaza say its refugee camps look eerily like reservations. We can stop this. For the first time we are able to see wide scale accounts from the hands of the people suffering the genocide, and Israel is so scared of it they have cut all communications in Gaza.
This is our litmus test. I think we have never seen more clearly, with Palestine, Armenia, Congo and Sudan how colonialism has made our world a rotten place to live in.
The South African apartheid collapsed due to boycotts. We have to do everything in our power to stop Israel's hegemony. Even talking to a group of friends about Palestine changes the status quo. There's no world where we can live peacefully if Israel accomplishes their goals.
Keep yourself updated and share Palestinian voices. Muna El-Kurd said every tweet is like a treasure to them, because their voices are repressed on social media and even on this very app. Make it your action item to share something about the Palestinian plight everyday. Here are some resources:
Al Jazeera, Anadolu Agency, Mondoweiss
Boycott Divest Sanction Movement
Palestinian Youth Movement is organizing protests and direct action against weapons factories across the US
Mohammed El-Kurd (twitter / instagram)
Muhammad Shehada (twitter)
Motaz Azaiza (instagram) - reporting directly from Gaza.
Hind Khudary - reporting directly from Gaza. Her husband and daughter moved South to run from the tanks but she stayed behind to record the genocide. The least we can do is not let her calls fall on deaf ears.
You can participate in boycotts wherever you are in the world, through BDS guidelines. Don't be overwhelmed by gigantic boycott lists. BDS explicitly targets only a few brands which have bigger impact. You can stop consuming from as many brands as you want, though, and by all means feel free to give a 1 star review to McDonalds, Papa John, Pizza Hut, Burger King and Starbucks. Right now, they are focusing on boycotting the following:
Carrefour, HP, Puma, Sabra, Sodastream, Ahava cosmetics, Israeli fruits and vegetables
Push for a cultural boycott - pressure your favorite artist to speak out on Palestine and cancel any upcoming performances on occupied territory (Lorde cancelled her gig in Israel because of this. It works.)
If you can, participate in direct action or donate.
Palestine Action works to shut down Israeli weapons factories in the UK and USA, and have successfully shut down one of their firms in London.Some of the activists are going on trial and are calling for mobilizing on court.
Palestinian Youth Movement is organizing direct actions to stop the shipping of wars to Israel. Follow them.
Educate yourself. Read into Palestinian history and the occupation. You can't common sense people out of decades of propaganda. If your arguments crumble when a zionist brings up the "disengagement of Gaza", you have to learn more.
Read Decolonize Palestine. They have 15 minute reads that concisely explain the occupation (and its colonial roots) and debunk popular myths, including pinkwashing.
Read on Palestine. Here's an amazing masterpost.
Verso Book Club is giving out free books on Palestine (I personally downloaded Ten Myths about Israel by Ilan Pappe. If you still believe in the two states solution, this book by an Israeli professor debunks it).
Call your representatives. The Labour Party in the UK had an emergency meeting after several councilors threatened to resign if they didn't condemn Israeli war crimes. Calling to show your complaints works, even more if you live in a country that funds genocide.
FOR PEOPLE IN THE USA: USCPR has developed this toolkit for calls, here's a document that autosends emails to your representatives and here's a toolkit by Ceasefire in Gaza NOW!
FOR PEOPLE IN EUROPE: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace targeting the European Parliament and one specific for almost all countries in Europe, including Germany, Ireland, Poland, Denmark, Sweden, Netherlands, Greece, Norway, Italy, Portugal, Spain, Finland, Austria, Belgium Romania and Ukraine
FOR PEOPLE IN THE UK: Friends of Al-Aqsa UK and Palestine Solidarity UK have made toolkits for calls and emails
FOR PEOPLE IN AUSTRALIA: Here's a toolkit by Stand With Palestine
FOR PEOPLE IN CANADA: Here's a toolkit by Indepent Jewish Voices for Canada
Join a protest. Here's a constantly updating list of protests:
Global calendar
Another global calendar (go to the instragram of the organizers to confirm your protest)
USA calendar
Australia calendar
Feel free to add more.
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tamarrud · 5 months
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Al Jazeera reporter was just saying how the increasing number of bodies arriving at the hospital has made it really difficult to find spots to bury them. He said that the nearby cemeteries are full... and families cannot take them to other areas to bury them because they either don't have fuel for their cars or israel would target and attack them as they do any moving thing.
And don't even think of fridges, these are either not working due to the lack of fuel/electricity or are already full, if not completely destroyed as part of Israel's targeting of hospitals in Gaza.
There is an increasing fear of illnesses spreading in the besieged Gaza Strip due to this and to the many bodies still trapped under rubble who cannot be recovered due to lack of resources or fuel to work big machinery and the fact Israel positions snipers on top of buildings, so to reach these areas can be a death sentence on its own.
This is just a small segment of what the grim situation has been like in Gaza. People need to bury their loved ones but the terror of Israel had made even that an impossible mission.
Advocacy needs to be louder than ever. Israel can only continue to do this because it has never been held accountable for its crimes. Don't ever say this is a two sided conflict, this example alone can show the extent of dehumanisation Palestinians suffer at the hands of Israel and should be enough to tell you that it is not some fair 50/50 game. It's genocide.
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oceantornadoo · 21 days
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your weighted blanket (simon riley x f!reader)
could be part of this two lieutenants series but it’s standalone
“you know what i want?”
“wha’?”
“a weighted blanket.”
simon turned away from his bedroom desk to stare at you, his dark eyes squinting incredulously.
“what?! i think it’d help me sleep.”
“wha’ the fuck is a weighted blanket.”
you huffed a sigh. “it’s literally a weighted blanket simon. having weight pressing down on you helps you sleep, it’s scientifically proven.” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you laid back on his bed.
turning off his desk lamp, he made his way to his bed. he joined you on top of the covers, giving you plenty of space. keeping it platonic. not that he wanted to, but that was another thing.
“can’t jus’ have some sop lay on you?” the words hurt coming out, but it was the only thing he could say. desperately looking for a sign that you were talking to someone as you were so tightlipped about your escapades until after they ended.
“i’m on a man break. they all suck.” no one measured up to the unending care simon gave you, even if he was just a friend. just a friend who lets you come into his room every night, talking yourself to sleep. just a friend who never forgets your favorite body wash or candle scent on supply runs.
“they don’t know how to treat a woman like you.” his words echoed in the dark, ideas of what they meant bouncing around in your brain. “a woman like me?” silence. “don’t be mean, si.”
fuck he was so stupid. needed to watch his tone better, like gaz was always telling him. “dove, jus’ meant a smart independent woman like yourself. yer lookin’ for a partner and they’re look for a mother or a fuck. or both.” your jaw dropped. “oh. thanks.” his words thickened the air. no one had ever talked about you like that, like you were something to be treasured, not kept. like he respected you.
“if you really need a weighted blanket i-“ “yeah?” you sounded too eager, but you didn’t care. you turned towards him, catching his eye in the gleam of the base lights outside his window. “could be yers. if you want. strictly platonic.” he scratched his head, looking away. embarrassed. “yeah, platonic. course, yeah. that’s fine. good, i mean.” you needed to get your act together and stop sounding like a teenager, but he just offered to be your blanket. surely that was more than platonic.
“now?”
“sure.”
you sat on his bed like a dead fish, arms at your sides. you were not about to initiate what surely would be the most awkward non-cuddle session in your life. simon pressed one large paw into the mattress, hauling his huge body up on one arm. he moved down farther on the bed, his head parallel to your ribs. then, with the uttermost care, he shifted on top of you, hovering. waiting. “you can lay on me si, it’s okay.” he released his hands slowly, the full force of his body laying on you. 250+ pounds of pure machine, a body honed from years in the military. a soldier, a sniper, a lieutenant, now at your mercy, body covering yours completely.
“not too weighted for you?” you giggled. an actual giggle from his fellow lieutenant. “no, si. not too weighted.” your hand instinctively went to his hair before you could stop yourself. “is this comfortable? you’re on my ribs.” he grunted. it actually hurt like a bitch, your bone pressing into him through layers of fat, but he was laying on you and therefore could not complain. “you can move up, i won’t mind.” well, if you were letting him. he wanted to make the most of this blanket situation, this type of intimacy so foreign to him.
simon scooted up your body and laid his head on your tits. built-in pillows, one might call them. you hand went to his hair again, slowly scratching his scalp. “this ok?” you never touched like this, had never touched him like something precious. he grunted, a yes in “ghost” as you liked to call it. you continued running your hand through his hair, surprised at the softness of his locks. his face was against your breast, and usually you’d be embarrassed, but lines had been crossed and all bets were off. his body was heavy, sure, but the weight of it was comforting. all you could think of was him, not the annoying recruit from this morning, not the bad dinner you had at the mess hall. only the smell of the base shampoo and his natural musk, something uniquely him but not gross.
all simon could hear was your heartbeat. it had quickened when he first laid down, but now it was slowing to a comforting beat. you were here, you were breathing. the gunfire and the smell of bombs in his head meant nothing as long as he had you like this, in his arms where no one could hurt you. he could feel your body relaxing, muscles losing the day’s tension and giving themselves over to sleep. as your breathing slowed and you moved to a lower, more comfortable position on his pillow, he knew time could stop and all that would matter was you, right here, with him.
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part one part two part three part four
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