gf got me new posca markers for christmas, so i drew her brother’s cat. her name’s engine bc they found her in a car engine.
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gf got me new posca markers for christmas, so i drew her brother’s cat. her name’s engine bc they found her in a car engine.
engine update:
superyachts have radar, passive and active sonar (for avoiding collisions, but may detect an old sub), life boats and worldwide radio communications. you could sink one very easily, but reports of a vessel being fired upon would be immediately responded to by any nearby navy (superyachts rarely go far beyond national waters) and you would probably be sunk soon after getting one shot. better make it count
So what you're saying is a low flying, low profile torpedo aircraft is preferable to something that can be picked up on sonar.
Fairey Swordfishes are gonna get a lot of mileage again if people start actin up
me after my final mission methamphetamine tea and have visual conformation of a superyacht
they posted a full version lol it's mr Stacy's dad for me
alyx: so… what happened to gordon freeman after the resonance cascade? neither dad nor uncle wanna talk about it…
russell: well it says here on the internet he died in all dogs go to heaven 2
alyx: what
Idk what's stupider, us threatening to cut off your power over a fishing rights dispute or you guys getting warships involved.
My emotions include:
• vibing
• not fucking vibing at ALL
with adobe flash going the way of the dinosaur it really solidifies that the old net is dead, and our children will grow up in a world in which the web is a highly commercialized hell hole instead of a lawless zone free of civilization.
So this is how the cowboys felt huh
A moment of silence for all the poorly animated flash videos and games on newgrounds that shaped our childhoods
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okay thats one heavyass borderline spell of a song where the hell is it from?
We All Lift Together - Warframe
This genuinely makes me feel better about going to work.
#song tinged with sadness because this is a robot debt colony :(
-from @titanicus-mechanicus
The video also cut off the start and end, which are the best parts:
Much better!!
This is an excellent song, but may I offer this as a companion?
The Earthbound music is what turns this from a funny animation project into an untapped source of extremely chaotic energy
concept: a death god that is actually surprisingly supportive and on the side of the good guys, supporting actions and promoting policies that will lead to the kingdom growing and thriving instead of being destroyed, because the more the kingdom grows, the more people there are, and the more people there are the more people will eventually die, and when you’re an immortal god of death, you know there’s no need to rush. you’ll get them all in the end
i like how the responses on this post are cleanly split between “hey this is a great story idea i love it” and “this is absolutely terrifying”
Yes. A Death that is kind, and patient, and inevitable.
A Death that need not fight against you, that will often fight for you, because why not? It will gather you home eventually. Why not enjoy you first?
A Death that treasures those who fight it most ardently. That loves healers and defenders and survivalists and necromancers and mad scientists and immortal gods. That lets them pour everything they are into fighting it, denying it, adoring every desperate scrap of strength and will and brilliance and raw determination poured out against it. That catches you when your strength is done and all your will and brilliance run out, that gathers you close beneath a warm, dark cloak, and whispers well done, oh child, you were magnificent, well done.
A Death who will not seek to hasten an inevitable end, who will chastise those who seek to hasten it for others in Death’s stead, who will slowly and patiently plot and sow and siphon away from the great monsters of the world. Because who are they to hasten Death’s domain, who are they to deny Death its time and its place, who are they to cut short these vital glories that illuminate it so? Who are they to presume upon its will, that is so much larger and so much longer than theirs?
Who are they to call, and presume that Death, of all beings, should obey?
A Death that is not a hunter but a gatherer, who is always and eternal, who loves you, and can afford to wait. A Death who will fight for you and defend you, who will place its hand upon those who would speed you to its embrace, who has no need to rush you, only to greet you when you call.
A Death who is kind.
And patient.
And, before all and above all,
inevitable.
Beautiful
There is a reason they wield a scythe, not a sword. They harvest what is ripe, not take what is still strong.
I think I have reblogged this before, but that last comment makes it worth reblogging again.
NO CROWN. NO CROWN. ONLY THE HARVEST.