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if i look back, i am lost
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Top 10 ways to murder someone
10. Take the blood of an innocent person and mix it with that of a guilty one; you will cause the former to become guilty.
9. Crush a child to death, and then laugh at him when you see that he's dead.
8. Hang a person. Have them say they are God. Then have someone else hang them. This will cause the death of two innocent people.
7. Make a god, and destroy it, thereby causing the death of your son.
6. Destroy a temple. Thereafter, it becomes a temple.
5. Crush someone's skull. This is murder.
4. Steal God's head and wear it as an ornament.
3. Place a poisoned apple in your son's garden.
2. Give someone who deserves to die a lethal dose of poison.
1. Make a god for money, and then crush him with a big hammer because you've discovered he's worthless.
“There is no other home”, Soviet poster, 1986.
Makeup looks by Drian Bautista
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new quiz!
This is the funniest uquiz I've ever seen
https://nerdbot.com/2021/01/09/new-pill-bottles-for-shaky-hands-will-help-people-with-parkinsons/
This makes me cry, actually.
Just to add on. Libraries in many cities have 3d printers you can use that charge you only the price of materials. So if you can't wait for the shipping from the engineers, try your local library.
Humanity at its best 🤗
Caption: [So, I'm autistic and something really exciting happened today that I need to share with everyone that is very very pertinent to my special interest and my being very gay and trans. So Avanti West Coast trains ran a competition recently where they were like, "Hey do you know someone who'd like to get married on a train?".
And I responded to this competition, being like, "Oh yeah sure. Why would I like to get married on a train? Well, I'm autistic and I really fucking love trains. Trains are my special interest. I absolutely love trains. Also I spent the last like year and a half trying to get my gender recognition certificate done so that I could marry my wife in a big gay wedding. And we can get married as wives. Please can I get married on your train?".
And amazingly today I got an email from the train company. I'm getting an all-expenses paid wedding on a train. I love trains! I've been bouncing all day, I just ahhh!]
Picture of the WEDDING! (From Laura's Twitter)
Also go check out Laura's stuff such as
GENDER EUPHORIA, positive experiences with gender from non-cis people.
Twitter:
“Now it's past 9am I can actually talk about and share info about my train wedding on social media. So yeah, yesterday me and Jane had an a
Yellow grass fly, Thaumatomyia glabra, Chloropinae
Found in North America and Europe. Larvae of most grass flies including this species feed on plant material like grass and other cereals, though some are parasitic or kleptoparasitic. Adults feed mainly on juices from plants.
Photo 1-3 by treegrow, 4-5 by andy71, 6-7 by molanic, 9 by birds_bugs_botany, and 10 for scale by bealeiderman
Despite your reputation as a Dark Lord, you have a strict moral code. So when a young girl showing signs of abuse wandered into your realm, you took her in. Now the neighboring kingdom is acusing you of kidnapping their princess. You have to choose between returning her to her abusors or war.
You choose war. You have a reputation to uphold after all, and you reason that it’d be good to overthrow the abusive rulers of the neighboring kingdom and put an ally on the throne. For purely selfish reasons of course. Just a means of expanding your empire, nothing more. And luckily for you, you have a guest who will likely be more than happy to help if you were to ask her.
But that can wait. Your guest is tired, jumpy, and understandably in need of time to rest and recover. You won’t need her help for the warfare aspect anyway. You ensure your demonic servants will protect her with their lives and make her feel safe and welcome. Then you set aside some time in your busy schedule of conquest to check on the poor girl. Purely to determine whether she’s in prime condition for manipulating, of course. Your future puppet ruler will be more likely to cooperate if you build a solid foundation of respect and trust, after all.
Years of serving as the Dark Lord have taught you that your minions work harder when you treat them well. So you provide your young guest with everything she requests, within reason of course. She says she hasn’t slept well lately because her stuffed animal was left behind when she fled home. You ask if there are any other things of hers she misses from her old home. With a now completed list, you send your most covert operatives to the enemy palace to execute a most wicked heist of a stuffed animal and the princess’s dog dubbed Sir Meatball, as well as a few books she would read for comfort. You congratulate yourself on how evil it is of you to steal a dog. And just for good measure you have your minions perform reconnaissance on the palace. You’ll have to invade it soon anyway. May as well multitask.
The interesting thing is the hero the enemy sends to fight you. The chosen one it would seem, although it continues to baffle you how young he is. Young and impressionable. He barely knows how to hold that magic sword he wields. It’s barely light enough for him to lift. You send your winged minions to carry him toward your evil castle of dread and terror. You greet him at the landing pad on the roof. He insists on dueling you, even as his sword shakes in his sweaty palms. The prophecy says he will defeat you in a one-on-one duel. Very well, you decide. If something goes wrong you have medics on hand. You wouldn’t want someone to die from a friendly duel. He’s no match for you, you soon find. You humor him for a while. He obviously came a long way to duel you after all, and you can tell he’s trying very hard to hit you with that sword. You give him a few passing tips as you fight, and he thanks you awkwardly.
Then the princess interrupts your duel. “Maximus!” She chides, “you promised to take me dragon riding this afternoon!”
You turn to your dark secretary of doom, Jerry, who squints at the evil schedule of hopelessness and cries out. “Ah! She’s right, my lord. My sincerest apologies.”
“That’s alright, my faithful minion,” you say while holding the tip of the chosen’s sword between two fingers. “This whole duel thing was a bit of a spontaneous thing, and I should have looked at the schedule first.” You look down at the boy. “I’m sorry, child, but it seems I have a commitment to fulfill with the dear princess. Can we reschedule this duel for a later date?”
“Wh-what? No! The duel has already started, you can’t just back out like that!” He says, trying with all his might to pry his sword free from your grip.
“Very well,” you say with a sigh. “In that case, I forfeit, and you win the duel by default. There, that fulfills the prophecy. Would you like a ride home?”
The chosen one blinks with shock. “I-“
“Oh, what am I saying? You’ve come all this way, you must be exhausted. You ought to stay for dinner later. We’re having doom chicken soup of eternal darkness! It’s absolutely to die for.”
The boy looks at the princess quizzically. She assures him it’s just normal chicken soup. You vehemently deny this, saying you’re evil cook of evilness Frederick is supernaturally good at his job, and to refer to the fruits of his labor as “just normal soup” would be an insult to all the work he puts in.
You take the princess dragon-riding, and later that evening during dinner the chosen one breaks down crying. You ask him what’s wrong. He opens up about his confusion. He’d spent his entire journey up on this point dreading the responsibility thrust upon him. He’d barely survived several encounters with monsters and demons and now that he’s here, he’s questioning his entire perspective. After all, he says, you’ve been treating him better than anyone ever did back home and despite the spiky black armor you seem so genuinely kind. He doesn’t know what to do, he confesses.
You reassure him that no one expects anything of him, and that he can stay as long as he’d like, or he could simply go back home in the morning. You won’t stop him. He says he still has to fulfill the other half of the prophecy, freeing the princess from those who would cause her harm. The princess assures him that she is not in any danger where she is, and that if he really wants to fulfill the prophecy he ought to help you overthrow her parents.
And so you adopt kid number two.
Whenever I do worldbuilding I try to keep this image in mind
i hate this fucking site so much *clicks reblog*
Funniest shit I’ve ever seen.
Ah, the Mary Suez.
hundreds of years of language evolution and innumerable events had to line up in the exact right order for that pun to make sense.
I wanted to work on these more but my computer mysteriously ate all the files and I had to recover the gifs from a Patreon post. I don’t feel like scrubbing through the gifs frame by frame and tracing them to complete the animations, so, welp. Centaur aliens from Runaway to the Stars usually walk on their four hind legs (hence why they’re often called centaurs by Jovian English speakers), but hexapodal gaits come just as easily to them, and are generally preferred for faster movement. In order: a six-legged sprint, alternating tripods trot, and ‘rolling’ walk. Alternating tripods can also be a walk if you remove the airtime and decrease the stride length. There’s a LOT of possible gaits for hexapodal motion. This is just a few of the more natural ones.
PATREON | STORE | Runaway to the Stars
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Oh my god i just had another fic idea
Hal and Bruce going to Damian's parent-teacher conference
Hal is nervous like "oh my god Damian is gonna be embarrassed if im there" and Bruce is like "He loves you to death, youll be fine and youre going" and all of Hal's fears go away when they get there and Damian marches him up to his teacher like "Ms. _____, this is my other parent, Hal Jordan."
I think it’s probable that it’s well into high school before Damian can be successfully integrated into a school environment. And maybe he’s been dying to go for years, because of Jon, and when he finally gets to Actual School he is so excited to do all the regular school things that his sixteen year old peers are way over — lunch! in a cafeteria! a locker of his own! Look Jon, PE uniforms!! And of course, teacher conferences, which instead of blowing off he is VERY INTO, like Damian insists that one of them go with him even though by high school it’s optional and his classmates would sooner die than have a parent show up, but Damian is so. damn. excited to have Hal there and show him everything. Damian is in suit and tie, and Hal shows up like damn kid, I didn’t know I needed my dress blues. He’s kind of bemused at the whole thing, thinking if Damian was aiming for normal he has way overshot it. I think you might be wrong about what Damian says, though. Maybe Hal hasn’t even given a thought to how Damian would introduce him until they get to the first classroom and Damian says, “good afternoon ma’am, naturally you’ve met my father, but I’d like you to meet my dad,” and Hal stands there rooted to the spot because of course the first time Damian uses that word would be in front of someone else so Hal has to hold it together.
He probably calls Bruce from the bathroom to tell him about it, practically in tears. Bruce says, mm hmm, what was his grade in that class anyway? And Hal realizes he didn’t hear a literal word of the conference because everything after “dad” was just white noise. In the car afterward Hal asks him what his grade was in that first class, and Damian says oh, it’s a C minus, I’m actually doing wretchedly, and Hal slams on the brakes and says kid, did you do that on purpose so I wouldn’t be paying attention? Damian looks thoughtful. Well, he says, that’s what I’ve called you in my head for years, only I thought for a long time you might not like it. And then when I figured out you actually would like it, I thought I ought to save it up. My C minus in Pre-Calculus seemed like just about the right occasion. And Hal starts laughing, because he doesn’t know whether to kiss the kid or just start whaling on him.
You are your father’s son, he says, shaking his head ruefully. Damian smiles. And a little bit my dad’s, he says.
This one needs to go right next to the Baltimore accent with the Aaron earns an iron urn.
In case anyone hasn't seen it
Now you can understand how it sounds when i hear any siren
tornado sirens normally: 📢⚠️🌪 THERES A TORNADO 📢💥❗️
these tornado sirens: 💫🌸✨ there's a tornado 🥰 🌈🌱
✨😻💖🎶four tornadoes 🎶💖😻✨
Chance would’ve inspired some dope Renaissance paintings 👼🏼
ok I may have gotten a little carried away with this
no, no, this is perfect