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To the Person Who Asked If I Was OK
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âItâs photoshoppedâ honestly in the age of AI that has a homey sort of nostalgia to it. Remember when people used to put effort into faking things?
oh gurl, you don't know the half of it. I remember 90s tabloid with headline my new neighbour is from Chernobyl and her baby has a tail! It was a poorly assembled collage of a baby's body with an ape's face and a lemur's tail all xeroxed into -100 contrast, people put effort of cutting clippings (granted with a rusty pair of scissors) but it counts
You think I donât know about Weekly World News
This is the kind of fake slop I actually miss.
my new & improved rocktiz design
random doodles
the chudlings (ik it doesnt make sense for them to have kid sprites shhh)
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Wdym you hate Stratt? Without her you donât get a story
Omg I love this piece. Grace the hanging man, content with his life but cannot avoid the changes coming; the ship his noose, the rope that binds him to his fate; the blood red stars beside him, Olesya and YĂĄo the angels haunting him in the background. Eva Stratt, the one who holds it all on her back, the world is literally on her shoulders, the Petrova line on her neck. She will not falter, cannot afford to move, and yet still she glares at us. Eva challenges us, daring us to ask if we could do better, if we could hold her burden for even a fraction of the time.
Eve, the mother of sin, who held the world in her hands and was cursed for not knowing.
Eva, director of the task force, who now holds the world, and still must curse man to save it.
In the end, it always falls on a woman. I could never hate you Eva Stratt
just spent twenty minutes scrolling the tag and giggling
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I was wrong about the Hydra. Here's my apology shitpost.
Nodding my head in approval right up until the last line. I think I have to kill you now.
A true Napoleon pilot would've just braced and taken 1 damage from the insult smh fake fan
You don't have to grieve alone.
He will miss.
I saw versions with Daeran's head attached to the screen, so I decided to go further and redraw the meme completely.
new snapcube video is great
GBBO: âA sâmore is basically just an Italian merengue sandwiched between two ganache-covered digestivesâ
Americans:
in case anyone in wondering, this is Paul Hollywood's idea of a s'more
You know what, their absolute inability to grasp Mexican foods makes more sense every day
Nodding my head in support of the Americans despite having no clue what a sâmore is.
Okay, American immigrant to the UK here to explain all the mistakes from Paul Hollywood happening here: there is one fundamentally American ingredient required to make a s'more correctly but which is basically not available anywhere at all in the UK, and that is graham crackers. A plain digestive biscuit close-ish, but still a very different beast.
From Wikipedia: A graham cracker is a sweet flavored cracker made with graham flour.
The next ingredient (which is also extremely traditionally American but slightly more variable) is typically Hershey's chocolate, but you could probably swap this out in the UK with any plain chocolate bar.
Last ingredient is big marshmallows, the kind you do the chubby bunny challenge with, like the size of your thumb and twice as thick.
A proper s'more, the most traditional possible variety, involves to graham cracker squares, two slab segments of Hershey's chocolate, and one to two marshmallows depending on your preference for filling and gooeyness. You put a slab of chocolate on one of the graham cracker squares. Your marshmallows should be toasted, usually over a campfire but if you're doing them at home over a gas stove burner is fine, but the fire part is critical. You can toast them to whatever degree you like, some people like them nice and golden brown but still kind of firm in the middle, me personally? I want that bitch to CATCH ON FIRE, I want it gooey and sticky as hell in the middle, crispy and burnt on the outside. Slap that motherfucker on your graham cracker and chocolate square, top with the other one so your marshmallow and chocolate are sandwiched together by graham cracker on the outside. You do this with your freshly toasted marshmallow because ideally it will be hot enough to start to melt the chocolate so it sticks to the marshmallow and the graham cracker and, combined with the gooey marshmallow, it keeps the whole thing together, and for that reason some people will let them sit for a hot second to let the melting process happen (especially if like me you have chocolate on BOTH graham cracker squares, not just one, because you're a sugar fiend), but if you are a young child you do not have that degree of patience and you eat that shit immediately, unmelted chocolate and all. Consume your summer camp delight like a tiny club sandwich, get gooey sticky marshmallow and chocolate all over your hands, and enjoy.
Important note: this is a kids treat. It is a traditional summer camping trip dessert. It should be something any ten year old with adult supervision and access to the ingredients can make (and make a mess of). They're called s'mores because kids always "want s'more". If you are using a blowtorch, chocolate biscuits, and merengue, you are so far beyond the bounds of s'more-hood that you have thoroughly lost the plot. If you offered Paul Hollywood's concoction to an American child and called it a s'more, they'd tell you flat out that not only is it not a s'more, it looks dumb and you didn't do it right because it's not gooey.
the point is the mess. the point is getting to make a food, at age seven, whose two basic food groups are 'sugar' and 'fire'. the other point is that this food item is so crumbly, chaotic, sticky, on fire, and prone to being dropped (outside, in the dark, while you are surrounded by other children who are also sticky and on fire) that your supervisors cannot accurately monitor how many smores you personally have consumed. the point is also that you may get away with a smore that is five blocks of chocolate and two marshmallows if you move fast and let nothing stop you.
if you haven't accidentally yet unrepentantly eaten a chunk of twigs or dirt or a bug that got enmeshed in the creative process around smore number 3st, you are too old to have any legitimate input into what makes a smore.
There's 2 other points that I think are important.
The first is that you don't pull the marshmallow off the roasting stick and somehow put it on the chocolate. Your staging area will look something like this, with the graham crackers and chocolate already set out (though not usually on the fire like this, for us it was always someone's lap or a picnic table or something)
And when your marshmallow has reached appropriate roasting perfection, you use the graham crackers to slide it off the stick.
and ideally, as a CHILD you are using a literal stick. Like you walked around and spent time looking for The Perfect Stick off the ground while the adults set up the fire. It has to be thin enough the marshmallow will fit, sturdy enough that it won't bow, long enough that you won't burn yourself roasting your marshmallow. And preferably doesn't have a lot of bark that's sloughing off, OR so much bar sloughing off you can peel it all back and get to the clean stick under it. If you're smart, you might stick the tip into the fire first to "wash" it/burn off anything that was still lingering, but. well, most kids don't.
When you bite in, the marshmallow and chocolate SHOULD ooze out all over you. If you don't kinda look like this eating it, you've probably done it wrong:
The description of the marshmallows as being either brown on the outside but still firm on the inside or fully melted but burned on the outside is missing the true art: fully molten in the middle, without the black burns. Not to say OP is wrong for preferring the burn! But there is a technique for perfection and it goes like this:
You find a spot, not above all the logs where everyone sticks their marshmallows by default, but at the heart of the fire. Ideally between a couple logs already glowing gold. Something like here:
Below the leaping flame. Near the logs. There's probably only one or two spots good enough for this on any given fire, but that's okay because everyone else is up above. They will get their marshmallows faster. They will be either firm or burned or both. That's not your goal.
Rotate the marshmallow slowly. Ideally come in at an angle so the part closest to the flame is the side, not the tip. The spot closest to the fire is the spot that turns a crispy golden brown, and you want that everywhere, on the tip and around the circle.
You keep going, slowly turning, for several minutes. Several people will rotate in and out of the higher sections, getting their fast delight. Eventually, your marshmallow will start sagging badly, risking falling. Maybe it does fall and got start over. But eventually it will be golden brown all over, and so liquid it no longer clings to the stick. It is ready, finally.
You say "who hasn't gotten one yet?" And deposit it onto their waiting graham crackers and chocolate. You've made an excellent marshmallow. It isn't for you. Get another while you're over by the bags and go back to the heart of the fire.
That's your evening. One, slow, perfect marshmallow at a time, given to whomever still wants s'more. You're making art for children to stuff into their mouths cheerfully. You're watching the movement of the fire and the heat of the logs, like you would if you were maintaining it â maybe you would be, maybe you were the one who built it â but right now that's not the goal. Let someone else put more logs on, while you take only the one stick and find the best spot for it to live.
You will, eventually, finish a marshmallow and find that nobody moves to accept it. Maybe they're all eating right now, or maybe they've gone through so many they're hesitating. Eat your masterpiece then. Enjoy it, the hardest and most perfect result from a fun and beautiful moment. Go back in for another, until you've run out of marshmallows and the fire is too low or until even you are done with s'mores, until you have made enough.
"We don't want a gooey mess" pfft even the artistry studied at the feet of my father is inherently a gooey mess. That's the whole point!
Every word of every addition to this post is both 100% true and Pulitzer Prize winning writing.
this is gonna make me thriw up
violence
This is happening every day
Im genuinely so happy and overjoyed to get so much (actually thought out and correct) characterization about j in this fashion. Her being the older sibling figure that had to step up to keep things in a semblance of how they were like Liam said and trying to protect v and n from cyns horrors. Her using her coprate persona as a mask to hide how much she's hurting from them, how deeply afraid and guilty she is about everything.
Okay scene by scene breakdown:
Firstly the "plans" for getting the workers
V's suggestion about leaving the planet freaked her the fuck out just based on how she shouted "NO" because she knew that was very against the rules and she really doesnât want to face and potiential punishments from cyn because she is so afraid of her. And shes afraid of what will happen to v an n again because she truly does care about them. (And also she might be worried if anything goes wrong with this mission, cyn may wipe the two's memories again and all of this will be forgotten leaving only her to remember)
And then after this she hides in her secret office (which is actually so lovely) trying to get that corpo high.
Really interesting ans so charming how she used individual pieces of paper to make her have a corner view skyscraper office.
AND HER DETOX ROOM WITH HER DRAWINGS EVERYWHERE AND IT BEING A MESS. Shes so autism coded its fucking insane. She has to cool off her social battery for the day by getting wasted and being herself without her mask.
And then she gets the fucking phone call and I immediately got spamton core from it. Evil wretched red phone.
And the fucking cinematography in this scene was IMSANE. like holy fuck. The detail of her trying ti hurry cyn along so she can not hear her voice.
AND THEN CYN SAYING SHE WANTS TO DO A FACE TO FACE MEET UP. poor fuking j is MORTIFED at this because she knows seeing cyn in person means seeing the stretched out contoured rotting corpose of her former best friend (lover) again.
AND THEN CYN TELLS HER "do not be afraid. J. You aligned with the. Correct side. It was the only rational calculation. Wouldn't you agree?" And she solemnly agrees almost certainly thinking about tessa and how she has given everything to this eldritch monster in order to save herself and the closest thing she has to a family.
And like FUUUUCK I WASNT EXPECTING THIS FROM A POST SHOW MURDER DRONES SHORT. THIS SLOTS SO WELL INTO EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT J'S CHARACTER ITS INSANE.
Like god this bit of her almost crying only to force her mask back on HITS.
If no one said this to you today, I will.
You are smart. Not just in obvious ways, but in the quiet ways too. In how you think, how you notice things, how you keep trying even when itâs hard.
You are amazing. Not because you are perfect, but because you keep going, you keep feeling, you keep showing up in your own way. That counts more than you think.
You are not a problem. You are not âtoo much,â not âtoo sensitive,â not something that needs to be fixed to be acceptable. Youâre a person who has been through things, who feels deeply, who is still learning and growing.
You are not boring. You are thoughtful, and there is depth to you that not everyone takes the time to see.
You are not annoying. You are expressive, you care, and your presence has a place in this world.
You are not replaceable. The way you think, the way you exist, the way you show up, no one else does it the same way.
You are not a burden. Needing support sometimes doesnât make you heavy to carry. It makes you human.
You are not behind. You are moving at a pace that fits what youâve been through, even if it doesnât match others.
You are allowed to take up space. You are allowed to exist without constantly apologizing for it.
You are not less than anyone else. You are not failing at being a person.
And even if it doesnât feel true right now, even if your mind argues with every word⌠you still deserve to hear it.
So Iâll say it again, just in case you needed it a little more today.
You are enough, as you are đ¤