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colorfulplasma · 10 months

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Me and my dad re-watched Sonic 2 for the lore

Happy B-day to him :)

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#Tbh transitions could've looked better #finna make this my profile picture lmao #art #fanart #sonic fanart #meh doodles #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie #sth tails #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie spoilers #sonic shitpost #shitpost #sonic memes #Memes #for the lore

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anxiousgirl · 27 days

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haven’t been in love in a while maybe it’s time to try that out again

#for the lore #not sure

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dmkswag · 18 days

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Me smooching Astarion before every long rest: this is very important RP

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #for the lore

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cuddlefl00fs · 10 months

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BHG = Bowler Hat Guy

BHG = Bloodhound Gang

#meet the robinsons #bowler hat guy #mike yagoobian #goob #michael yagoobian #bloodhound gang #uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss #edit #my edit #disney edit #I encourage everyone who looks at my blog to search for the bowler hat guy tag in it #for the lore

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worshipthemoon · 1 month

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not into wincest by any means but i see the appeal they r both fine as fuck actually. except the Being Brothers part. but i guess i see why ppl want to see them fuck

#like oh #man #nat txt #watching supernatural for the plot #the plot is that it scares harper #which i think is hilarious and now i need to one-up her about it #i hate starting new shows but i prevail #for the lore

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libartz · 8 months

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Tavified and Dark Urged Zebulon

Made him a devotion paladin because it fits with his original Elder Scrolls backstory, but he's also from the Underdark so I'm not entirely sure how he found a Lawful knightly order in what appears to be Chaotic land. Anyway he’s gonna date Wyll and be angsty about it which is on-brand for him, and will again (attempt to) be much nicer than he appears

#I might go with there's a super niche one in some corner and they raised him #dark urge #zeb: oh shit here we go again #he started as a vampire and now it's worse!#finally got the elf beards mod working #that and the dadbod mod enable me to FINALLY play him without constantly being like 'who tf is this guy'#I tried making him beardless but I just couldn't do it.#and the lack of tum was criminal #my ocs #lil talks #zebulon #Tavulon #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #tried tiefling to get the beard and he looked so cool it was honestly tempting but I wanted more to keep him as a dark elf #for the lore #he's still way too tall but I can live with that #He's normally mid height. I'll just make him tall in this AU #another plus of paladin is it gives him high charisma #fighter had his charisma at 8 #which was frankly bizarre to think about #in his tes incarnation he was charismatic but after living mostly alone as a vampire for 200 years he kind of #forgot how to socialise and developed crippling anxiety #but he regains it over time #in this he might've actually been around people recently so. he'd know how to talk #but he'll still be nervous on account of the. unrelenting murder urges he's holding back at all times #tag rambles #bg3 durge #durge

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pixiecaps · 1 year

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it is time to kill my sim spungle o7

#for the lore

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sporkandpringles · 2 years

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Okay but what even IS the plot of Vulcan’s Heart? Horses aside? It could be about literally anything and the horse passages would still be unhinged 2 me

Okay okay so, trust me it's just as unhinged in context, but the main plot is that there's a crazy Romulan Praetor, named Dralath who is about to authorize the strike against Narendra III, a civilian Klingon colony, despite the Romulans and the Klingons sharing a treaty at the time. This was mentioned in TNG "Yesterday's Enterprise". And Spock is undercover on Romulus trying to figure this out and stop him before this event precipitates a three-way war between the Romulans, the Klingons and the Federation. The Romulan Commander in "The Enterprise Incident" shows up in the story. And there are also cameos from Captain Uhura, Dr. McCoy and Ambassador Sarek. Unfortunately, to get the wonders of Horse Girl Ruanek, you also have to trudge through the awfulness that is a Spock/Saavik betrothal ceremony and Spock going into pon farr on Romulus in the middle of the action.

#Yesterday's Enterprise #I love some parts of this book #but why why why did they do that couple?#asked and answered #vulcan's heart #basically it's a prequel to that shares a lot of history from the 2344 time period #and that's why I picked it up #for the lore

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redrook · 4 months

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old German lady gave me acupuncture today

she lifted up my shirt, saw my top surgery scars, and immediately went "WHOA! What caused THIS?"

my fellow comrades, it took every atom of my strength not to just say the funniest lie I could think of on the spot.

#redrook lore #old german lady

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atissi · 4 months

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i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).

given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)

but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:

#beepbeep.txt #dungeon meshi #ryoko kui #this is me trying to explain h/ollow knight lore #also yayyyy reading new things. chapter 18 'spring' is basically UFUT if you squint (sorry for the jumpscare if you know UFUT)#but the last two pages were such a surprising gut punch....it's hard not to see it as a metaphor for both the experience of raising childre #and of taking care of your parents in old age....aughh....

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paintdoktahwho · 5 months

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professionalchaoticdumbass · 6 months

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he transitioned, it's hatsune mike now

#alright enough about mikuo please its like every other reblog im sorry i dont know the secret hatsune miku lore

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lorettapetrichor · 4 months

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#lore talks

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miseria-fortes-viros · 1 year

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man sometimes i really want to get back into welding but then i remember that the guys from the first course i took won’t be there and change my mind

#helenaposting #helena lore #barbi.txt

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possuminnit · 11 months

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my fav thing about having ocs is having a basic line of lore for them but as soon as someone asks me about them I completely bullshit everything I tell them. Yeah this wasn't true like 5 minutes ago but now it is

#possuminnit.thoughts #sometimes i do make lore but most often than not i wait til someone asks me and i make it up on the spot

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gallusrostromegalus · 11 months

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I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.

Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.

There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.

I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.

However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."

For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."

I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."

Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.

The Gods were not merciful today.

It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.

Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.

So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.

The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.

My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.

Which is when the hail begins.

"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"

I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.

So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.

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#Family Lore #Long Post #Local Man Experiences Local Weather

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