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Made some butter dishes today and one of them is a little fugly but that's OKAYYYY
#not fallout#kal talks#i made them both at the same time. measurements and everything#neither lid fit the desired pot#so i iust... swapped them. and voila#twas a miracle#should i have a ceramics tag
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Then vs now
#Noragami#Yato#Hiyori Iki#Yukine#Hiiro#Noragami spoilers#hello I'm back bearing gifts of Them#twas a beautiful ending fr#look at where we are look at where we started the fact that we're alive is a miracle. if you even care#My art#digital#complete
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When I say that Niagara is Tolkien land, I'm not joking 🙈🙈
#this is me this is my life these are my fucking choices#niagara was soooo misty but so pretty at the same time#twas a miracle to see horseshoe falls for the first time too
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folks my luck has run out. should have gotten the pizza
#marlo’s stuff#twas a rare miracle where i actually wanted to eat voluntarily#and it would have been nice cause this pizza place is real good and also it would have helped with the whole IM FUCKING FREEZING PART#alas it’s too late i think to grab a pizza
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ren's wardrobe post-ascension as supreme leader of the first order has two aspects: ceremonial & militant. as regards the latter, ren's usual knight robes that we see in tfa & tlj shift into armour, a reflective black with red intricacies. as a knight, he was never actually part of the First Order chain of command; presently, as its figurehead & commander of the militant forces, he cannot lead the armies into battle without the added element of cohesion the armour lends. the armour says duty, valour, honor. in addition, it's a safety precaution and an added layer of protection, due to the importance of his post. yet, he does not often engage in battle unless it is a full-scale invasion and his presence is necessary for troop morale & the presentation of a more powerful front.
concerning the former: the only type of formal wear ren will concede to wearing at parades & celebrations is a royal imperial uniform or a more minimalist dark coat, with simple embellishments. it is noble & imposing, and it allows the chancellor's more elaborate attire to flourish and distract, speaking to the public with its extravagance whilst ren retains his striking yet freighting stature. a trade-off he was particularly displeased with was that he could no longer wear the mask in public, seeing as it would tie in with the particular brand of the institution he & hux are propagating - ultimately, the supreme leader is a symbol and he ought to be seen as upholding the regime.
fig. 1: ceremonial attire, for parades, speeches, etc. / fig. 2: formal attire, for functions, memorial galas, charities, etc.
#( ✦ ) moodboard — i wash blood with blood.#( ✦ ) arc / third — where these is a monster / there is a miracle.#'twas time for this to make it's way on the blog.
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the menu music is really nice and relaxing, makes me kinda sleepy
wait flashback!!
Oh fencing! that's where he got the sword skills from
egds his hair is so fluffy!! (looks like my bedhead) I can see why he brushed off angela asking about it earlier
he's adorable though
oh no no agh, excitable, extra enthusiastic characters are my weakness, game please don't do this to me
… this game is Really going to hurt me
oh they're dropping info about the azran things already,
a totally different ecosystem? like the golden garden? was the garden an azran thing?
young angela is also cute, asf i love this group :)
Wait, we get to see layton's parents! man I'm so used to parents only being mentioned if they died tragically or are evil (I am knocking on wood, do not kill his parents I am begging you game)
oh no
#call these cutscenes Cutescenes cause aww#kind of tragic considering how everything turns out though :(#please let the dad be okay I am Incredibly worried#but hey met henry#twas awkward but still#liveblog#professor layton#i#text post#miracle mask
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I was just vibing while listening to will wood's newest album aND THEN SUDDENLY HAWAII PART II JUMPSCARE
You can't just put that introduction to the snow sounding melody in, and expect me to be Normal about that.
#i almost cried#whether it was intentional or not it twas a very very good song and a great album too#in case i make it#hawaii part ii#miracle musical#will wood#i listened to it at like.. 2am and now I'm writing this at almost 3 uhhh I'm gonna queue this and sleep lol
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My niece doesn't do hugs, which is fine with me, we've been doing high-fives for years and on a very, very rare occasion she'll like sit next to you and lean in a bit, as long as you don't say anything about it.
Anyway, yesterday I was playing with a giant dough ball and turning it into shapes she told me too and then she said, "Can I play with it?"
Now I'm her aunt, so my first response was, "No," just because I wanted to tease her a bit. She could have it whenever, it's just fun to rile her up a bit.
Then she said, "I'll pay you."
"Don't want money."
"I'll give you a hug."
Now, again, I'm fine with her not doing hugs, I think it's very good that she knows she doesn't want to do that and no one forces her too. But this time she offered and sure she wanted something in return, but still it came from her. So I thought I'd call her bluff. Cuz I genuinely didn't think she'd do it. Her and I much the same, human contact is weird after all.
So she starts giggling and laughing and I didn't say a thing, didn't extend my arms nothing, just played with my dough ball and then she came over. AND THEN MY BROTHER WALKED INTO THE ROOM.
Witnesses are no good.
So she instructed him to leave, which he did.
Then she gave me a two second, one-sided hug.
My heart grew three times larger as seconds later she sat back in her chair, playing with the dough ball. :)
#twas a christmas miracle#and then i slept for 8 hrs and for like most of the day#so basically two miracles#also dont wanna see people for 3 months now jfc
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finally got a ps2 running and I’m surprised my laptop runs it well,,,, like damn bbygrl
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I can only speak as a person raised Catholic (heh...), but let me present a wild scenario.
Could you imagine the actual Holy Spirit having a clear and direct sentient influence in your child's life?
With this connection to the Holy Spirit, he starts performing absolutely insane miracles that a Child shouldn't be capable of and by the age of 8 God's chosen priest shows up like "Hey kid, have you heard of our lord and savior Jesus Christ? In my day, he was super sexy. You’re special. I'm going to train you and later you should probably go to a religious school."
And then, by age 17ish, Jesus himself shows up like, "Yes, twas me the whole time. Let me train you one on one my child." And then a year later, your son tells you he's sleeping with Jesus?
Like...does this help anyone understand what happened to Gale better? Or does it help that the Mystra analog is depicted as a man? Do you need me to hold your hand and tell you that even if Gale showed interest, it was on Mystra, as the omniscient god with all the power in the relationship and Future sight?!, to not fucking sleep with the mortal who maybe became an adult 5 minutes ago?
#you do realize there are books that state the weave is mystra and mystra is the weave#she uses the weave in. the. game. to lovebomb him in act 2 and arguably in act 1#tw grooming#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#bg3#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3#he deserves so much better like holy shit#the willful ignorance is troubling#like *gestures wildly* how are you denying/disregarding this?!#she HAS A HISTORY tf is wrong with you people#I've seen many people who have done the research state this Mystra is all Mystras too so#given her past history and the fact she's still doing it she's absolutely on the line for her past sins#wtf#fuck mystra#if you try to say there's nuance i will block you
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A year in illustration, 2023 edition (part two)
(This is part two; part one is here.)
The West Midlands Police were kind enough to upload a high-rez of their surveillance camera control room to Flickr under a CC license (they've since deleted it), and it was the perfect frame for dozens of repeating clown images with HAL9000 red noses. This worked out great. The clown face is from a 1940s ad for novelty masks.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/23/automation-blindness/#humans-in-the-loop
I spent an absurd amount of time transforming a photo I took of three pinball machines into union-busting themed tables, pulling in a bunch of images from old Soviet propaganda art. An editorial cartoon of Teddy Roosevelt with his big stick takes center stage, while a NLRB General Counsel Jennifer Abruzzo's official portrait presides over the scene. I hand-made the eight-segment TILT displays.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/06/goons-ginks-and-company-finks/#if-blood-be-the-price-of-your-cursed-wealth
Working with the highest-possible rez sources makes all the difference in the world. Syvwlch's extremely high-rez paint-scraper is a gift to people writing about web-scraping, and the Matrix code waterfall mapped onto it like butter.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/17/how-to-think-about-scraping/
This old TWA ad depicting a young man eagerly pitching an older man has incredible body-language – so much so that when I replaced their heads with raw meat, the intent and character remained intact. I often struggle for background to put behind images like this, but high-rez currency imagery, with the blown up intaglio, crushes it.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/04/dont-let-your-meat-loaf/#meaty-beaty-big-and-bouncy
I transposed Photoshop instructions for turning a face into a zombie into Gimp instructions to make Zombie Uncle Sam. The guy looking at his watch kills me. He's from an old magazine illustration about radio broadcasting. What a face!
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/18/the-people-no/#tell-ya-what-i-want-what-i-really-really-want
The mansplaining guy from the TWA ad is back, but this time he's telling a whopper. It took so much work to give him that Pinnocchio nose. Clearly, he's lying about capitalism, hence the Atlas Shrugged cover. Bosch's "Garden of Earthly Delights" makes for an excellent, public domain hellscape fit for a nonconensual pitch about the miracle of capitalism.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/27/six-sells/#youre-holding-it-wrong
There's no better image for stories about techbros scamming rubes than Bosch's 'The Conjurer.' Throw in Jeff Bezos's head and an Amazon logo and you're off to the races. I boobytrapped this image by adding as many fingers as I could fit onto each of these figures in the hopes that someone could falsely accuse me of AI-generating this. No one did.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/06/attention-rents/#consumer-welfare-queens
Once again, it's Bosch to the rescue. Slap a different smiley-face emoji on each of the tormented figures in 'Garden of Earthly Delights' and you've got a perfect metaphor for the 'brand safety' problem of hard news dying online because brands don't want to be associated with unpleasant things, and the news is very unpleasant indeed.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/11/ad-jacency/#brand-safety
I really struggle to come up with images for my linkdump posts. I'm running out of ways to illustrate assortments and varieties. I got to noodling with a Kellogg's mini-cereal variety pack and I realized it was the perfect place for a vicious gorilla image I'd just found online in a WWI propaganda poster headed 'Destroy This Mad Brute.' I put so many fake AI tells in this one – extra pupils, extra fingers, a super-AI-esque Kellogg's logo.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/05/variegated/#nein
Bloodletting is the perfect metaphor for using rate-hikes to fight inflation. A vintage image of the Treasury, spattered with blood, makes a great backdrop. For the foreground, a medieval woodcut of bloodletting quacks – give one the head of Larry Summers, the other, Jerome Powell. For the patient, use Uncle Sam's head.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/20/bloodletting/#inflated-ego
I killed a long videoconference call slicing up an old pulp cover showing a killer robot zapping a couple of shrunken people in bell-jars. It was the ideal image to illustrate Big Tech's enshittification, especially when it was decorated with some classic tech slogans.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/22/who-wins-the-argument/#corporations-are-people-my-friend
There's something meditative about manually cutting out Tenniel engravings from Alice – the Jabberwock was insane. But it was worth it for this Tron-inflected illustration using a distorted Cartesian grid to display the enormous difference between e/acc and AI doomers, and everyone else in the world.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/27/10-types-of-people/#taking-up-a-lot-of-space
Multilayer source images for your remixing pleasure:
Scientist in chemlabhttps://craphound.com/images/scientist-in-chem-lab.psd
Humpty Dumpty and the millionaires
https://craphound.com/images/humpty-dumpty-and-the-millionaires.psd
Demon summoning
https://craphound.com/images/demon-summoning.psd
Killer Robot and People in Bell Jars
https://craphound.com/images/killer-robot-and-bell-jars.psd
TWA mansplainer
https://craphound.com/images/twa-mansplainer.psd
Impatient boss
https://craphound.com/images/impatient-boss.psd
Destroy This Mad Brute
https://craphound.com/images/destroy-this-mad-brute.psd
(Images: Heinz Bunse, West Midlands Police, Christopher Sessums, CC BY-SA 2.0; Mike Mozart, Jesse Wagstaff, Stephen Drake, Steve Jurvetson, syvwlch, Doc Searls, https://www.flickr.com/photos/mosaic36/14231376315, Chatham House, CC BY 2.0; Cryteria, CC BY 3.0; Mr. Kjetil Ree, Trevor Parscal, Rama, “Soldiers of Russia” Cultural Center, Russian Airborne Troops Press Service, CC BY-SA 3.0; Raimond Spekking, CC BY 4.0; Drahtlos, CC BY-SA 4.0; Eugen Rochko, Affero; modified)
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Silent Night
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R
Natasha gives you the worst news possible, you are stuck with her on Christmas Eve when you had made plans with another… (Blurb / WC: 1k)
Warnings: Hurt / Comfort | Grief / Loss | Hopeful Ending
Natasha stood there frozen, her body near perfect in stature to the naked eye, but to any other spy they'd notice the slump in her stance. She was crestfallen in sync with you as you stumbled back and shook your head from side to side, negating her command.
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"No!" Natasha leapt forward then, her arm quick to wrap around your waist, hand firmly gripping you by the hip as her other covered your trembling lips. The look of genuine grief and budding betrayal in your eyes was like a sword through the assassin's heart but she remained steadfast as she grunted, "stay quiet agent."
For a moment you were stunned into silence, it wasn't like the redhead treated you differently, but you had hoped she would. That she'd let the heartless facade go and help you to escape this nightmare. You needed to get home, which right now was a sterile white room in a rundown hospital because the salary of a shield agent still wasn't enough to save the woman you needed.
A girl never stops needing the love of her mother.
Natasha understood you, she knew the pain behind your eyes well, you were losing something important.
She knew what you were saying; you couldn't stay in this run down cabin with her until the coast was clear. Fury's orders were of no significance to you when you had a very important person waiting on you back home, which was currently thousands of miles away. Tony needed to send a rescue jet now, it didn't matter if lives were lost, you wouldn't really mind if it were your own and that terrified the stoic woman.
The words never left your lips but she could see it in your eyes that you wanted out. Of the cabin, yes, but also of this life you were mindlessly walking through.
Natasha knew something had changed for you about six months ago, you'd stopped smiling at her then. It was such a simple gesture on your end, persistent too as she never returned it, always just walked right by.
Natasha was trying to keep her distance from you as she worried your spark would be dulled by her pain.
There was so much she'd yet to process and she was not willing to take you down her path of darkness. The loss of your smile was actually what forced her into the darkness and ultimately what got her through it. She would picture it in her worst moments and find peace.
A solace she so desperately wanted to be for you, deep down she knew you'd need someone to hold you and she refused to let anyone else take this spot, it was hers. The protectiveness didn't fade but her resolve softened as she felt your tears beneath her fingers.
"Natasha, I have to go," you cried as her hand slipped and you attempted to shove her away. "I know..." Yet her hold didn't falter, it only tightened, "but you can't."
"Please," you cried, fists pummeled into her chest but she didn't falter. Her lips were gently raised and your eyes froze on the gesture you had always wanted from her. You were wrong for hitting her but she merely offered you reassurance; the permission to continue.
It broke you from your rage and set free the truth as you fell into her hold instead and the redhead was quick to lower your bodies. You wailed just the same as you did when your mother gave birth to you, giving you the life she'd lose tonight; on the eve of Christmas.
Twas her favorite holiday, it carried a nostalgia from her childhood that she sprinkled into yours. The best parts of course, she was that for you, if you could you'd sacrifice decades of yours for just another with her.
Life and death are intimately bonded, woven together as opposites because it can't be forgotten that what has a start must also come to an end; a cruel twisted fate.
The hopeful would call it a miracle, but you were more akin to a realist. It was easy to see that both sides offered truth, the reality lied beneath the romanticism.
There was good and bad in everyone's story, you felt it in the air as your mother's words presented falsely. The ding of your phone was unnecessary, just like the '🕊️' your sister had texted you. You felt the tether snap.
Your mother told you she wouldn't leave until she knew you were alright, which was not exactly rooted in the present moment but rather the foreshadowed fate.
The ghost pressure of a pair of lips was pressed against your forehead, and you whined in your sob induced sleep, Natasha lent down and kissed your skin in hopes that it would soothe your broken heart, even just a bit.
A smile adorned her face when you nuzzled further into her embrace, she pulled a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around your bodies. It didn't bother her that her night would be spent on the floor, with her back up against the edge of the couch, it wasn't ideal for sleeping but she didn't plan on doing that anyways.
The only plans she had were to sip on her tea and watch the rise and fall of your chest, "I've got you..."
Natasha didn't believe in much, the woman has stood up against aliens but she still dismissed the fables of ghosts, werewolves and vampires (she was team Alice).
The redhead was trained to believe what she sees, and it wasn't until tonight that she could cross out another.
A gust of wind blew over the both of you shortly after the woman had confirmed her desires to be with you. Three simple words that carried a deeper message. A smirk overtook the redheads face as she felt a warmth she'd never felt before, there was no other explanation.
"It's nice to meet you Miss Y/L/N; she's safe here."
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff hurt comfort#natasha romanoff angst#natasha romanoff fluff#soft natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff blurb#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanoff x female reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff x y/n#natasha x reader#natasha x y/n#natasha x you#gxg
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MYSTERY TWINS WOOO!!! (not the old dudes for once how crazy)
i keep getting distracted by drawing now i have my ipad and neglecting sleep a teeny bit. revenge bedtime procrastination is backkkk yippeeeee. i managed to stop doing it ages ago (‘twas a miracle) but gcses and now i can draw stuff wherever and whenever i please including in bed so… what can i say school sucks and i need drawing time. not that i don’t draw at school ofc but that’s just sketches and i like doing digital
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Hi! I couldn’t find the original post again but i think it was you who came up with that au about Maedhros finding out he’s pregnant after the burning of the swan ships and either surviving thanks to the support of feanor or dying like miriel I was wondering if you had any further headcanons on what would happen of maedhros died in this au. What was it like for the Sons of Feanor watching their brother fade away. Was Feanor there at the birth of was he already dead? what would it be like for his child to growing up without either parent and likely incredibly protective uncles? Aswell as the reactions of the nolofinweans and their host when they arrive and find out what happened. Who breaks it to Fingon that his lover/possibly husband died in childbirth or shortly after because Fingon wasnt there ? (not that it was his fault)
Anyway just my curiosity, no pressure to reply
'twas I, indeed!
I think with Maedhros pregnant and in need of support, Fëanor would not charge quite so fiercely and would thus survive the first battle, so he's still alive when the baby comes; with Maedhros dead (another thing Fëanor can attribute to Morgoth's evils) Fëanor would…probably want to charge the gates and challenge Morgoth personally, à la Fingolfin; whether or not he would actually go through with this depends on your opinion of his sons' abilities to shove the baby into his arms vs. joining with him vs. going in his stead.
Definitely the Feanorians are incredibly protective! Not just the six uncles but also all their followers—this baby is communally raised by their grandfather, six blood-uncles, and [number unclear] honorary aunts and uncles. Baby armor is a thing that Curufin and Fëanor invent for the sake of the little one just in case.
We would like for Fingon to hear about this in a supportive and loving way, with reassurance and hugs and emotional honesty and baby cuddles. Close your eyes and picture this.
That is not what happens. Fingon finds out when he asks where Maedhros is and Caranthir bluntly tells him that Maedhros is dead and it's his fault. Fingolfin finds out when he walks into Fëanor's tent to yell about the swanships and sees him holding a baby. It is a miracle that the encampment doesn't burn down in the aftermath. Nobody is happy and everyone is miserable, including the baby who Does Not Like Shouting and wakes up from their nap to join in the screaming. And then Fingon definitely does charge the gates of Angband in despair…
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'Twas Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
That's what did the trick, sir!
[Joe Locke as Tobias Ragg]
#joe locke#sweeney todd#broadway#tobias ragg#gifset#my gifs#📹: angelofmusicishere#i had to make a gif of his little scurry I cannot stand him (I love him)
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"american interloper" is this about Liiri? It has to be. Now I'm just imagining Liiri somehow some way finding his ass all the way back in Paris again. The New York - United Heroez movie was so fucking funny to make the Eagle Miraculous a symbol of friendship between France and the US gifted from Lafayette to Washington 😭😭😭😭😭😭 SO BY THAT LOGIC DOES THAT MEAN IT ORIGINALLY CAME FROM FRANCE?? A FRENCH MIRACLE BOX, MAYBE? Who cares honestly but Liiri being back in France is such a funny image to me. Dude first thinks he's still Lafayette's (rip to his ass ig) kwami in New York and is then used for evil, then gets tossed to Jessica, then somehow in tweos au finds his ass BACK in France, STILL no Lafayette, and better yet now in the hands of some random girl who only uses you to fulfill a death wish, of all things. My brother in Christ is getting absolutely NO rest whatsoever
....No. Twas simply the coyote. (I meant American as in the continent, + Yucatan as in the Yucatan Peninsula) Karra is an outcast from the rest of the kwamis in the world because the "New World" Kwamis (those who originated in the Americas, especially Central America) do things a lot differently, and as such it will be a running gag that no other kwami actually knows her name.
....HOWEVER. Guardian!Claudia now actually wields up to 14 miraculous at once, and this is entirely your fault.
How does she get the eagle miraculous? I'm not sure, but I was thinking she would try and assasinate the President of the United States for shits and giggles, so maybe she gets it along the way.
#liiri#guardian!claudia au#karra kwami#coyote miraculous#eagle miraculous#kwami swap#thewarmembraceofshadow#claudia perreault
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