ask game: best way of eating pasta, in your opinion

Joke answer is seeing if I can snort it, cooked

Real answer would probably be eating it as standard angel hair noodles with salt and butter, or those giant lasagna pasta sheets and eating them straight or in an actual lasagna :P

ms paint with mouse time

The new hire at my office: “You’re a big fan of Kirby, huh?”

Me: “Gee, how could you tell~?” :D

My desk space:

Edit: Fanart credits from left to right-

@besobendito

@the-cactus-taco

@somethinginworl

@ceo-of-kirbandee

@miniiieevee

@azzie-tangerine

@turtleplushi

@imelht

@canine-helicopter

@berrymi1k

@pumpkinnkidd

@spejsu

@henaphatine

@kirbeh999

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

the time loop chapter is so fucked up i think about it every day and reading the manga its worse because there’s certain dialogue that was cut out of the anime (presumably to make it acceptable for kids)

Like ok. im gonna give a play by play from Saiki’s POV. so you can For a second imagine how much stress Saiki had to be under.

Imagine walking home from school and out of nowhere you get trapped in a time loop, already bad, but you can get out of it easy- except uh oh! now you are in ANOTHER time loop. ok, fine, get out of that. It goes on so long that you eventually stop being able to process anything around you but whatever, its fine. EXCEPT UH OH! A THIRD TIME LOOP! This time you are trapped in a loop of watching your best friend run into traffic to protect a small child, and the only one able to save them from dying brutally is you. You save the day, great, Unfortunately this is a time loop and now you’re trapped in this hell, watching your best friend dive in front of a moving truck. You need to have an empty mind to leave this, but thats hard because you also have to keep them from getting flattened. You’re getting more and more exhausted, but thats fine. You watch them get brutally killed in various ways thousands of times, over and over and over and over again, but thats fine. it’s still looping. you keep failing to save them. it’s still looping.

Rather than emptying your mind, Eventually you just disassociate, its gone on so long that your body is moving on its own. You are so tired, and you’ve seen your best friends organs on the road now probably a couple hundred times at this point (seriously Wtf Asou) and so it’s all just blended into the background.

You disassociate so hard your mind is empty. Your body moves on its own to save them. The Time Loop is finally over. You went through this 16,785 times.

apartment for one.

.// i think i will make this into a mini series of doodles

My interpretation of that one Archivist with the orange Saturn bulb U3O ~* Inspiration for design goes to @wake-up-and-face-the-sun 's own archivist design representing Famine

Concept stuff, Odalia interaction, and an alternate version of the first post down below ;)) and possibly another ramble about this mf

The title I had for him was "The Negotiator" while still having "The Archivist" title since having more than one title is a thing. But idk if I want to keep that said title for her or not :P Despite representing famine I wanted him to look like a rich mf, which is the antithesis of what entity would usually represent famine; poor and starving. I may have done this because I imagine her being this sort of greedy capitalist that starves living beings or planets of their resources that contribute to that famine aspect ig. (Four horsemen of the apocolaypse archivists sounds cool and I wanna make a goddamned contribution) also, it was REALLL FRUSTRATING trying to use some sort of shade of orange for the shiny/ring bits instead of yellow because theres already a yellow archivist, GAHHHHHHH- I think thats all I will ramble for now, I'll let the artwork speak for themselves :,D

My two braincells coming together to make a new OC

I think their name will be....

Embroidery :>

ok before i continue to do the other 11 stickers... still not sure what you guys think about this...

the theme for the stickers was just like how i explained in my other post, just ugly beheaded heads of the tf2 characters... im just planning to do 14 stickers because hell nah that idead of making all tf2 characters was crazy from my part (still 14 is more insane ha)

and well... uhuh.

oh yeah

DONT REBLOG THANKS.

doctober day 12: train tracks

fact: their favorite bedtime story is 'how mom, dad, and clint eastwood stole a locomotive and saved the space time continuum'. source: dude trust me

happy tim stoker tuesday!! in celebration i iffer you this thought i just had, which is tim as a drag queen

kay so this ask is like at LEAST a month old but i couldn't stop thinking about it soooo.... TEEHEE

[ID: A digital drawing of the archive crew in drag costumes. The background is an off-white, and there is a colored shape behind each of them. Tim's is aqua, Jon's a muted purple, Martin's is blue, and Sasha's is bright green.

Tim is a midsized Latino man with light brown skin, a small goatee, heart-shaped ear gauges, and chest hair and he is wearing a long purple wig styled into a beehive with a sparkly bow, a short pink dress with a sparkly belt, pale pink heeled boots and opera gloves, a sparkly choker, and a plastic purple coat. He's wearing purple makeup with long lashes and eyeliner and is posed with one foot raised and his hands behind his head, lifting up his hair. He is smiling and looking up.

Jon is a shorter, thin Arab man with brown skin; long, curly gray and black hair with a matching mustache, and body hair. He is wearing a shiny green dress with a gold belt and a black shawl, short black heels, dark tights, gold eye-shaped earrings, and half-moon glasses on a green beaded chain. He is also wearing green eyeshadow and red lip gloss, and is smiling with his eyes closed while dancing a little, moving his shoulders with his hands held up by his sides.

Martin is a tall, fat white man with freckles, bright red hair, and a tooth gap. He is wearing round gold glasses with white circular earrings, a red white and gold scarf wrapped around his hair with a matching one tied around his neck as a choker, a white half-unbuttoned shirt under a red cardigan with the sleeves rolled up and showing cleavage, a black pencil skirt, peach colored tights, and short brown heels with gold on the backs of the shoes. He is wearing red lipstick and yellow eyeshadow, with cat eyeliner. He is smiling at the viewer and winking, holding a peace sign by his face with his other hand on his hip, leaning over slightly with his foot raised.

Sasha is a midsized Afro-Latina woman with long, curly dark hair styled into an exaggerated pompadour, freckles, body hair, a drawn on goatee and mustache, and orange contouring makeup. She is wearing a yellow mesh crop-top over her taped chest, pale yellow pants, yellow fingerless gloves, a plastic orange jacket, calf-height bright orange lace up boots, and earrings shaped like orange lightning bolts. She also has exaggerated winged eyeliner. She is facing sideways and smiling with one hand on her hip and the other raised over her head, and her legs are crossed over each other as if mid-step with one foot dragging behind her. end ID]

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i had to draw. them all. i couldn't stop but also couldn't focus because they all look so very good and Distracted Me.

they're all in their own like. levels of drag. sasha and martin went all in, tim went almost all in minus deciding not to shave, and jon just put on a nice outfit and called it a day <3 (also tim and sasha are wearing contacts, i still hc them as needing glasses)

could i request some soft impulse and bdubs :o?

I think that they are so special but my head is so empty

Cassette tapes are such a painfully beautiful display of human life, both in form and in metaphor. To make matters worse, they seem to have a tendancy to outlive their owners.

One of the first tapes I ever owned was a collection of love songs from 50's films. It was delicate, clearly well used, and old. I adored it. It was only when the tape snapped after very light use that it dawned on me.

That tape belonged to someone, and they heard it, it had significance, it had meaning. Maybe they'd danced to it with a lover, maybe they played it at picnics like I did. Or maybe they sat by themself in their room playing it, and yearning for something they couldn't have.

That was a prerecorded tape of songs and it meant so much, but self recorded cassettes? They're a whole different thing. The very sound waves we communicate with, captured in a physical object. A surviving piece of a soul, one might say.

You could argue that any form of recording is the same, but there's something about the cassette tape that CD and audio files don't have. Something otherworldly, easier to hold, to quantify, to relate to.

Hearing your own voice on tape is strange. However uncomfortable hearing your voice recorded digitally makes you feel, I'm certain you'd feel different with if it was played on tape . And to hear the voice of someone else? A friend, a stranger, anyone trying to communicate? It's oddly haunting.

Many of these personal tapes put me in mind of The Cave Of Hands; it's us reaching out, saying 'I was here', leaving a physical reminder, but one so dependant on tape players existing on into the future. It's a foolish, sentimental, self centered act, and it's so filled with humanity, honest desperation.

Nobody wants to become another mystery.

Am I blocking so many porn bots normal blogs become unblocked.... like... what?

But seriously is there a time limit to having someone blocked, it's the second time I've noticed a blog I've blocked in the past is no longer blocked.

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I..I um...h-hi? T-Thank you for the follow...m-may I ask why?

Because! I recognize you from the bird app (X) ! Hi it's me the same Dizzy individual do not be alarmed

I will admit I did a double take when I saw your username! Then I checked to make sure it was you and was delighted! I am waving 👋!