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@civicbooty
JORDI LONGARON Unknown
Manifesting standing in a field of hwheat (which I’ve slaved over for months) with Harvey at Golden Hour.
"At least we aren't fighting anymore"
“Would it be alright if i kissed you, Clark?”
“...me?”
“No, the other Clark that I’m madly in love with.”
“Oh.”
“Oh my GOD, JOKING! that was a joke, Clark.”
“There’s only one you. Obviously.”
“I’m sorry. This was silly, just, pretend I didn’t—“
"It’s not silly! It really isn’t! Jeez, sometimes—”
“Heck, ALL the times, I wish I were HALF as brave as you, Lois Lane.”
“Alright. you can kiss me.”
“Could I kiss you, too?”
“Sure, Clark. I’d like that.”
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by https://twitter.com/kennnajean
DAY 18: JAMIE (@civicbooty)
Just Chillin'
I feel like Samus Aran, when she’s not on a mission, would have a Tony Hawk type experience with people not recognizing her without her armor. Like she’d get carded buying alcohol or something and the cashier would go “Samus Aran? Ha, it’s spelled just like the bounty hunter too. I wonder what he’s up to now?”
She would definitely take advantage of this when she goes to lesbian bars and stuff. She’d just tell the cute alien girls her name is Sammy because if they knew she was the great Samus Aran they’d expect her to top
I originally put a shortened version of this in the tags but I feel it’s worth adding. Imagine being the alien girl at a lesbian bar on a federation space station. You meets this cute tall human girl who calls herself Sammy and you hit it off and share some drinks and eventually Sammy invites her back to her place. Her place is a space ship that you swear looks familiar but you can’t remember where you’ve seen it. Anyway you disregard it and spend the night fucking the brains out of this buff blonde tgirl. Then in the morning when you go to leave you make a wrong turn and catch a glimpse of the power armor belonging to the bounty hunter known across the galaxy. Imagine the realization that this “Sammy” girl you plowed into the mattress last night is singhandedly responsible for saving the universe multiple times
Imagine knowing you've done what countless Space Pirates and parasitic Metroids never could...
You absolutely destroyed Samus Aran.
Everyone knows Sammy. Lesbian disaster. Probably trans. Super cute. She's the type that tries to act cool, but can't really keep it together long term before they devolve into a blushing mess. She's fun to mess with. Plenty of girls like her, but few have taken her home.
She's your type, though.
She's a stammering pile of adorable-ness as you get her out the door and towards your place, and it only takes a little nuzzle along the neck to get her toes curling and to turn her vocal cords off. Unfortunately, you get off the tram to your place, and your roommate is having a screaming argument out the window with her dad, and THAT'S a whole pile of crap that won't get resolved until 3 AM.
(They're Poripoto. It's not an abusive thing, it's a cultural thing, but it's still annoying from your point of view.)
You don't expect Sammy to mumble out that she's got a place, but you're glad for it. The hangars doesn't feel likely - you didn't have her pegged for a spacer, but that does explain the long stretches where you don't see her. She leads you into one and up a hatch into what's little more than a shuttle (she's a freakin' courier, that fits), and your lips are on her before she can react, and she stumbles backwards getting you to her bunk, and she's putty in your hands...
And well...
The night progresses as you'd expect it to.
In the morning you sleep late, and you're still up before her. You get up to see if she's got a caf brewer of some variety, when you start to notice things.
That's not just a fabber, it's a full on microfactory - and it's set up to make micromissiles.
The cockpit has a subscreen for armament, and the number of cannons that are presently deactivated is astonishing.
And then you open an alcove hoping the kitchenette is behind it, and you come face to face with a very familiar orange-and-red armor suite.
Sammy is freaking Samus Aran!?
SAMUS ARAN IS A SUB?!
Bringing this back for Pride month. B)
"It's not the same." Her feathers are all ruffled up along the scruff of her neck. She sips her caf, cradling the F-ZERO BIG BLUE CLASSIC mug in both hands, her stubby little talons drumming on the ceramic.
"I'd hope not, I've never been shot at in the club." You deadpan.
"It's not that. It's..." She blows some hair out of her face. "I can blow up space pirates. I can blow up Metroids and mercenaries and even the odd false God -"
"False what now?"
"But there's no missile for fumbling an eleven out of ten that's really interesting and smells awesome because I'm too awkward to get two words out."
"Anxiety trumps horrific danger."
"Every time." She nods.
"Sammie." You lean in and thump your head against hers, staring into her eyes (and not minding that one red eye at all). "You're crazy."
"I -"
"And I wanna see how far the crazy goes."
"...za?" You've never seen her look more confused.
"Look, you didn't fumble this eleven. That's gotta make you feel a little better." You lean in. "And I have the afternoon shift today..."
"Za?" She's more enthusiastic, but no less confused.
"Where's the shower on this thing?" And realization dawns, and she takes you by the arm...
"Fair warning, it's REALLY small."
"I like a challenge."
Man I'm still thinking about Gurathin that last ep. Imagine your friends desperately trying to save someone you know is lost. Imagine they don't listen to you when you tell them this person is not the person they were before. Imagine you never once liked this person. Now imagine holding everything that made that person a person inside you, so overwhelmingly full of this person it's making you physically sick, bringing that person back. And everyone is so happy and ready to give that person a life with them. With you. And you're ready for that too. You want that too. And then that person, who you never liked or trusted, who you've held inside you and who has held you back, who you know and who knows you in a way nobody else would fully get, tries to leave in the middle of the night, and you try to reassure it that it has a place with all of you, you all get it. You get it. But it tells you it needs to go and learn what kind of person it is. Alone. And you know that because you know it. And you accept that. And that person who you never liked and never trusted and held to bursting inside of you leaves. And you don't know if you'll ever see it again
DnDads as Tarot Cards: Part 1!
I'm hoping to finish the whole major arcana! Any ideas on who should be what cards are welcome!
All this discourse over who does "painting with light"
Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.
They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.
They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.
Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.
And it's BEAUTIFUL
reblog to tell your mutuals they’re lovely af.
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soju may taste like juice but theres no way the memes aren't ridiculously exaggerated. this bottles only 5 units it cant affect me that considerably
huh.
took off my pants
folk hero really
The fun and fantastic part of this little throw-away scene is that Viagra was INVENTED FOR THE PURPOSE OF IMPROVING CIRCULATION FOR HEART PROBLEMS. Causing elections was an unplanned side-effect that became their moneymaker, but VIAGRA WAS ORIGINALLY MEANT FOR HEART CONDITIONS. He's literally prescribing a medication for the purpose it was intended for before the developer decided an aid for erectile dysfunction was more profitable
I LOVED the writing in this episode
Causing elections…
Oh, mate, I know you meant the other word but wow
the demon i am on a first date with: i should apologize ahead of time. see my horns are so huge and majestic that i cannot put a shirt on. i am cursed to never have a shirt on so you can always see my (large) torso. i understand that might be rude me: dang. i am sorry for your situation. we will just have to try make the best of it
what’s good about this is that our demon here COULD wear a button down, but this has clearly never occurred to them which indicates that they’re a himbo too
Me, staring at shirtless himbo demon and taking off my own shirt: oh my god, you’re so fucking stupid
was this post made by monster fuckers or
yes it was
treebeard and the hobbits
you can get a print here
Spin the wheel and let it randomly assign you a gender identity.
Are you happy with your new identity?
Flawless result, 11/10
Nice 😎
It's fine, I guess
Not ideal, but I can work work with that
Are you fucking kidding me 🫠
I've been hate crimed 💀
you know, the more i think about it, the angrier i get about how mainstream media and even people in general treated marie kondo when the life changing magic of tidying up got big. it's just so unnecessary and sad to me and i think the vast majority of people would love what she has to say if they just actually looked into it instead of maliciously memeing her to death? i'm not talking about the cutesy does it spark joy stuff but all the things portraying her as some bizarre evil cleaning dictator.
i actually read her book when i was about twelve years old, in the most shocking and probably only example of me ever being ahead of a trend, and even at twelve i really loved everything she said. at that point in time i lived in fear of my mother's threats that she would come and throw everything away while i was school, and my small and very adhd mind simply could not grasp the concept of "have less stuff". have less of WHICH stuff? how? i'd never actually been taught how to clean my room besides being told "pick up stuff" and "be organized", and as she points out multiple times, cleaning is not an intuitive thing. it's a learned behavior and skill.
anyways. her entire philosophy centers on surrounding yourself with things that you love, and only things that you love (or things that you absolutely need). she explicitly says over and over again that it is not about throwing things away, it is not about minimalism, it is not about "what is the smallest amount possible that you can survive on". she literally has a whole section where she talks about how hard it can be to throw things away when you've lived in poverty all your life and you don't have absolute confidence that you can replace something that you really needed if it gets thrown out, even though you're not likely to ever really need it--you've just been conditioned to think that because that's literally how you survive, when you're poor. she talks about how that mindset can serve and how it can damage. she talks about how minimalism is sort of a rich people thing, cause they can afford to throw everything away.
this woman really came out here and said "i want you to be surrounded by things you love and i'm going to validate your fears and your difficulties in getting to that place" and people somehow got mad at her. i don't understand it