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I will regret this and shouldn't make wheels at 2am but
This tumblr sexyman is your son!
Are you proud of him
yes!
somewhat
I shouldn't be but yes
No
NO.
I'm disowning him
I am scared of him
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(sorry if your favourite is not in this poll, I went mostly off the contenders from this year's poll and the classics)
Not to be all "the children have forgotten the sacred texts!" but I just saw someone refer to a ship between two people who are good friends in canon as a crackship.
Hon. No. Crackship doesn't just mean "not canon". It's difficult to imagine two people who spend significant canon time together as a crackship. Crackship is when you write Galactus getting fucked by Tony the Tiger.
Gotta say, my absolute favourite notes on this so far have been the number of people congratulating Tony on his rebound from the Grinch.
"This is the first time in two hundred years I've seen these streets in the sunlight... you can forget just how much colour there is in the world."
It's been an ongoing process.
But there are still some days left in the sun.
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Tyranny's code switching is interesting, especially when compared to her sisters, and I haven't seen a lot of talk about it.
Like, we really got a good look at it this last episode (29) with Tyranny with Wicander and Bolaire vs Tyranny with Yanessa. As well as how the sisters present themselves in bringing in Kattigan.
A lot of what we've seen of Tyranny so far has been her casual "I'm here to have fun and see new things" presentation. It's a presentation that is largely open to showing Tyranny's feelings, sharing her thoughts, and acting on impulses.
And why wouldn't this be what we mainly see? Most of the time, the only one around who can punish her harshly (aka return her to the Pit) is Wicander, and he's so lenient. Look at how much pushing it takes to get him to push back. His most likely response to her crossing a line is yelling (which Tyranny finds hot) or gentle corrections (which is more common). Everyone else? They might think it's weird, but they brush it off as her being a demon, maybe give her a little course correction if she oversteps.
And Tyranny is getting to explore the world, have some fun. And some not so fun times where she gets to vent her upset too. It's all a very open showing of feelings.
Then there's those moments of lock in, where Tyranny switches to professional demon mode. The presentation where you can believe that she's here to spread her father's dominion and work with great powers to take over the world.
This is what we see when Tyranny reports in to Yanessa after her and Wick's disappearing act, what we saw when she tricked the Mercanaud twins out of snipping Teor's shadow. It's a projections of competence and professionalism, a "Yes, your radiance, it shall be done" vs "Yeah, I can totally do that."
And it's not that Tyranny is any less competent when she's valley girling it up, we've seen her poking Wick and advising him while in casual mode, but that she brings it into focus when she goes professional.
And it's interesting that we haven't really seen that code switch from Tyranny's sisters.
Like, they can lock in while wearing disguises. There was no big give away to Kattigan or the Seekers when they encountered the sisters in disguise that these were goofy (scary) demons. But when Enmity, Agony, and Cruelty are in their true forms, they don't ever really go professional like Tyranny does.
I almost wonder if it has to do with the archtypes they embody. Or rather that the sisters maybe know and are committed to fully embodying theirs while Tyranny is still figuring hers out. After all, we don't know how much longer they've (maybe) been on AramƔn than Tyranny.
Assuming their names match the archetype, at least in part, there's subtler versions of enmity, agony, and cruelty, some professionalism to be found. The right time and place to let loose vs button is up, the nice disposition hiding the knives. But tyranny? It can get a lot further if it looks professional, dependable, on the outside than being a kid in a candy shop, high on the power.
I dunno. I just think it's interesting we've seen Tyranny code switch from impulsive and a little goofy to buttoned up professional while her sisters really haven't, despite Brennan having demons take their cue from Whitney's choices in playing Tyranny.
Just. In light of Kotherāai, and the ritual, and the anchors, and swords into ploughshares?
The raw scale of what has just happened is just ā¦ Itās incredible. They found an afterlife. They freed the dead. They reached out, through the power of courage and hope and stories and freedom, and they took back the lost afterlife of Azgra, and they freed their dead. The scale of ā¦
We killed our gods. We freed ourselves in life, in this world. And now weāve gone back, and weāve freed the dead as well. They canāt have them. The gods. They canāt keep any of us captive anymore.
The sheer implication of this ritual. The raw scale of what theyāve done. Of what theyāve made possible.
And it can be done again. Thjazi was already working on at least two other collections of components. The ones involving the box and Termina didnāt work, they werenāt anchored. That ritual will have to be redone, freeing the halflings. And then the Stone of Nightsong. Freeing the elves. That oneās in progress. All we need are the right objects, and people ā¦ people willing to fight this fight. People willing to reach out and reclaim their dead, their afterlives, their hopes, their freedom. To cast off the last claims of the Shapers, and know true freedom, in all its glory and its terror.
Is this what weāre doing? Are we freeing ā¦? Is this what weāre doing?
But. On the subject of those components already collected. On those potential rituals.
It looks like three components are needed per afterlife. The weapon that killed the god. A place of power of that god. And something that bridges life and death, this world and the afterlife of that god, usually a body part associated with a psychopomp of some kind.
And once they are gathered, those components need to be reshaped, to make them into anchors. Swords to ploughshares. They need to break free of their intended use, what the dead Shapers intended for them, and forged into something new and different, present in this world, for the benefit of people, not those who shaped them. And all the components of the ritual need to be transformed this way. Weapons becoming props, blood becoming murals, places of appeasement becoming the rallying grounds of freedom. Each component needs to be reshaped.
The Stone ā¦
I think the Stone has already been transformed. It reacted to the ritual of Kotherāai. And it ā¦ I mean, of course itās been transformed. After what happened with Occtis? How could it be anything but.
With all that we now know about Sylandri. How she viewed her āchildrenā. What she wanted from them, demanded of them. To live only according to her design. To be only what she wanted them to be, and go only where she intended them to go, and nowhere else, and nothing else.
Occtis, in the afterlife, just before he grabbed the stone inside his own chest, and was torn apart between two paths, and was only rescued by an act, a miracle, of mortal magic. Just before that.
Occtis: āNo, Iām not supposed to go there. Father. I donāt belong to you.ā
Father. Mother. I donāt belong to you.
Yeah. I think the Stone has been transformed. No more a tool to guide wayward children to where theyāre supposed to go. Now, in the first true miracle of this story, itās become a tool to give someone a choice. Even beyond death. I think ā¦ I think itās been transformed.
And for the other collection. The halfling artefacts.
Swords to ploughshares. Weapons that arenāt weapons anymore. Weapons that have chosen not to be weapons anymore. Weapons that have become people.
I think Bolaire is a component. I think he is. Or heās at least a potential component.
It should be Termina. She was the one who dealt the fatal blow, the one who wore Rauwyn as she died. And it ā¦ it still could be Termina. It could. But sheās not there yet. Her latest conversation hammered that point home. Termina is still a weapon. All she wants is to be able to do it again, her greatest act, her greatest purpose. She is a weapon. She wants nothing more.
But Bolaire ā¦
Heās still a weapon. Heās still a killer. He still clings to his identity as an object, a thing. Heās so hesitant to think of himself as a person. Heās not there yet. Not him either. Heās not there.
But heās closer. Heās closer. And he has people, friends, reasons, that Termina doesnāt.
If there was another ritual. A different play, echoing that first and most terrible. What role would Bolaire, do we think, want to play?
But at the same time ā¦ Which is more powerful? To claim your personhood for yourself, and in doing so help to free others? Or to teach your family what personhood is. Could be. It might be him. But it could be Termina. Maybe he could save not just himself, but his family.
(Itās so gutwrenching that he didnāt get to witness it. Kotherāai. What a thing. What a thing. If only he could have seen).
This ā¦ What this did. This play, this ritual. What itās done. Itās not hopeless. Itās not predetermined. We can change it, we can fix it. We can find what was stolen. We can bring our dead, our people, our families, back. Not to life, but ā¦ To freedom. To choice. To the world, to the Path, to the choice to be something more that what these tyrant gods demanded.
The gods donāt get to keep them. Us. We donāt belong to them. In life or in death. We belong to us.
I just. The raw scale of the thing. The implication. The meaning.
Itās not hopeless. Even in death, itās not hopeless. Choice exists. Freedom exists. And with just a little help, no matter who you are, no matter where you are, no matter who has laid claim to you, it can be found.
Holy fuck, what a story. Holy shit. What theyāve done. What a thing.
Turns out you can roll a 7 on a d6
but only once.
In light of recent events, I have begun submitting bug reports when I see mature content labels applied inappropriately to posts, especially if an appeal has been rejected.
Extremely good idea - how are you doing it? Through the contact us option?
Yeah itās one of the options on the Contact Support form:
for what it's worth: after a few months of submitting help tickets as 'feedback' when i saw a post inappropriately flagged as mature, i tried following this suggestion instead. today i got my first-ever response from tumblr support on this issue, letting me know that a post i'd submitted a ticket before has had its mature content flag removed.
Hey it worked! Maybe if enough of us make a stink theyāll fix the fucking system.
This is legitimately brilliant. Bug burndown reports (the rate at which your software team can close bugs) is a major metric for most software houses.
It takes an extra step in our part, but this is part of what makes it effective. It's not one click, one reblog activism and it hits them where they care: their damn KPIs.
More silly Project Hail Mary stuff since my brain is on overdrive haha
Desk Squad, feat. Syrneas the crochet plush cat dragon (modelled after my custom progen in Flight Rising), Chase the wooden cat, unnamed handmade beadbot, the Decision Unfucker (d20), a shell found *points out window* over there, stegosaurus friend bought in Singapore for S$5, the Bad Advice Brothers (Kon and Astarion), unnamed pink dragon (bought at PAX 2025) and fox (from in.cube8r), Leaf the Meganium, and my favourite from the early 90s Kinder Surprise gnome collection.
Like a crow stash but for Li'l Guys.
Bonuses: the Li'l Guys hanging out on top of my fantasy/D&D books (including the Tara and halfling druid gifted by @nevertrustanoracle, thank you <3 ):
And a Collection of Moderate Oddities:
(Feat. William, either a stromatolite or a concretion, a sheep knuckle bone found at the farm my brother's wedding was at, a shell I found *points out window* over there, a bismuth tower and pair of watermelon tourmaline slices, a piece of ceramic found at the farm and pottery studio my brother's wedding was at, a barnacle cluster found *points out window* over there, a Cambrian-era trilobite, a ceramic bird bought at the farm and pottery studio my brother's wedding was at, and several feathers found *waves hand vaguely* around.)
Unethical polyamory not in the sense that the partners aren't consenting to multiple relationships but in the sense that they kill people as a group
OK so I put this in the tags of a reblog but I'm making it its own post:
So at some point last year I took a thermos full of soup into work. I only ate half of it, screwed the lid on, then took it home. I forgot about it, then four days later realised OH FUCKING SHIT I HAVE A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT IN THERE. Just before I went to work I unscrewed the top.
In the meantime, the bacteria had built up enough gas that when I unscrewed it enough, it fucking exploded. Old, rotting soup all over me. I reeked. I was late for work because I had to wash myself and change my clothes. I smelled like vomit.
In the book, Rocky is apparently under about twenty nine (or maybe 28?) times the amount of pressure that Earth is. (I say "apparently" because in the book Grace is somehow living at 0.4atm and Rocky has no way of knowing that he's under less than standard pressure when he tells Grace how many atms he lives under, but the book goes on to act as if Eridians do live under 29atms and not 0.4*29 atms. So I'm just going with that.)
Rocky also sends Grace the Blip-B. We know that it's full of ammonia because he accidentally gases Grace, lmao.
Like I thought it SHOULD have exploded, but now I've written the above out, Rocky must have known the pressure of gases within the Hail Mary already when he sent the Blip-B across and depressurised it before he sealed it, but can you imagine what would have happened if he didn't? If Dr Ryland "IT'S A BOMB!" Grace unscrewed the top of that thing and it nearly decapitated him as it rocketed upwards and punched a hole in his ceiling, and 29 atmospheres of ammonia at double the temperature of boiling (in one standard atmosphere!) came EXPLODING out?
I need an AU where this fuck up happened and Grace somehow survives and thinks an alien tried to gas/bomb him and Rocky is like SHIT SHIT SHIT BAD BAD BAD
scrapped painting,, thought i might as well post it
i want to put my thoughts behind this: this was supposed to be a piece for pride month, titled "you were loved". the sky is the color of the aroace flag (just upside down)!
basically, i wanted to show an aroace person ā an old aroace person, to be precise. being aroace myself, i am always told that i will forever be lonely and miserable if i don't get a partner. so showing grace, who is aroace to me, as old and happy and fulfilled and oh so loved by his best friend, was really important to me <3
Baldur'sĀ GateĀ 3Ā (2023)Ā dev.Ā LarianĀ Studios Meeting the main companions
In Project Hail Mary (the book) thereās a bit where Stratt is being sued for pirating literally everything ever
And Iāve seen lots of posts about how she pulls out the āI can do what I wantā paper, but I wanted to highlight some other things about the scene that I found absolutely hilarious:
Sheās actively working on something else on her tablet as the trial is beginning.
She doesnāt have a lawyer or anything. Itās just her alone at the defense table
She immediately and continuously requests to end the trial so she can leave (and interrupts both the Plaintiff and the Judge to do so)
After being denied a few times, she just gets up and leaves anyway. When they try to stop her sheās just like āI literally have the entire US army under my command, you have no way to make me stay here.ā
Grace isnāt even IN this scene. Every other āpastā scene so far has been Grace remembering something from his own life, but I think they threw this one in as a Just For Stratt Specialā¢ļø
reading about Glenda fumbling a baddie was extremely satisfying, unfortunately sometimes she was a little relatable (ok maybe just one time)
I have since finished and re-read the book so have some more memes
art credit (in order of appearance):
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