
#extradirty

if i look back, i am lost
Misplaced Lens Cap

oozey mess
DEAR READER
we're not kids anymore.
Xuebing Du
Sweet Seals For You, Always

blake kathryn
Peter Solarz
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Monterey Bay Aquarium
art blog(derogatory)
NASA

roma★
KIROKAZE

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Cosmic Funnies
trying on a metaphor

Kiana Khansmith

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@skele-toast
The Hatenna Iine does NOT have the energy to deal with your shit!
The very definition of vibe check
Her tuition so damn high she can wear whatever tf she wants
Spite goals
Her name is Letitia Chai, she is Korean, and her presentation was “Acting in Public: Performance in Everyday Life”.
Her demonstration drew two dozen supporters. She was wearing a modest shirt and some cut-off shorts (which we can’t see in the images here because they’re mostly hidden by her laptop, exacerbating the need for retort against her professor’s disagreement with them). When her professor also asked what Chai’s mother would think of her attire, she informed him that she’s a gender and sexuality professor.
Letitia Chai: Chaotic good
The goose
is running loose
to the sound
of lizzo’s “juice.”
This panic happens like every few months.
“You’re actually kinda cute!”
no way no fucking way....
NO fuckifn way
me in hell waiting for all my friends to die
*squints*
what the hell is this
why is the xkit team so much more responsive and helpful than the actual website staff. they are so good to us. they are like golden retrievers but web designers.
in which Steve’s one (1) brain cell fired on all cylinders
Geni(us) ~01~
The puff of smoke dissipated and Vegeta rolled his neck to stretch it out for the first time in decades.
“Holy shit,” a woman’s voice exclaimed. “The old man was telling the truth.”
He narrowed his eyes against the last tendrils of smoke and saw through to a young woman standing over his lamp. She was one of the prettiest people to have ever released him, with a stylish teal bob-cut and matching blue eyes, and skin fairer than he was used to seeing. He might have been charmed were it not for a deep-seated distrust of his masters, especially after that last one.
His fingers tightened over crossed arms, squeezing back those memories.
“I am Vegeta, genie of the lamp—” he began.
“No way!” the woman gushed, leaning over the table between them, her eyes bursting with excitement.
He tripped at her interruption. No one interrupted him. They were usually too slack-jawed or polite to do so. He scowled and plowed on. “Rejoice and be humbled, for I have the power to grant you three wishes.” His tone belied his words, more irritated than wondrous.
“Why?”
He blinked. It was only one word, one simple word, but it took several seconds for his mind to process it — or attempt to. What did she mean, why? Perhaps he misunderstood. He hazarded a guess. “Why only three?” It wasn’t an uncommon complaint.
“No,” she corrected. “Why do you grant wishes? What’s in it for you?”
He blinked again and wondered if he hadn’t been in the lamp longer than he realized. She wasn’t responding the way she was supposed to. It felt like he was missing chunks of conversations. Perhaps he was sick. Could genies get sick? He hadn’t thought so, but this scenario was putting up a pretty good case for it. “What does it matter?” he snapped. “I don’t think you understand the magnitude of what I’m offering. Near-limitless potential for anything your little human mind could fathom.”
“A-ha! So there is a limit!” She punctuated her point with an index finger to her palm. “I knew it. Shenron has limits too.”
“Shenron?”
“A wish-granting dragon.”
Vegeta felt the beginnings of a migraine. “A what?”
The woman grinned. It was gorgeous and a little disconcerting. “I think you heard me. You’re not my first wish-granting…uh…being.”
That was greatly unexpected. He wasn’t aware such a creature even existed. He shifted his weight to his other foot, feeling his grasp on the situation slip away like sand tilted in a box, sifting from his end to hers. He raised his chin and puffed up his chest to bolster himself. “I think you’ll find me far superior to any dragon.”
She leaned back with a knowing smile and twinkle in her eyes, shrugging one shoulder. “I dunno, pal. Shenron’s been pretty good to me and there’s none of that iffy monkey-paw be-careful-what-you-wish-for nonsense with his wishes. Can you promise me the same?”
He leaned forward with a dark smirk and a darker fire in his eyes. “Try me.”
She regarded him, weighing the risk. Her eyes didn’t flinch from his. Unashamedly they trailed down to take him in, gliding over his bare chest, gold shoulder plates, and gold bands around his left bicep and both wrists. Finally she looked down at his lamp. “Nah. On second thought, I think I’m good.”
He blinked, and blinked again, his smile faltering. “…What?” Had…had she just turned him down?
“I said I don’t need anything. I’m good. What about you?”
What?
“You hungry?”
His arms fell to his side. “What?” he repeated, this time with the hint of panic in his voice.
She gave him a sympathetic smile. “C’mon, follow me. Kitchen’s upstairs.”
~xox~
AN: Based on a short story by Neil Gaiman, “October Tale”.
Read it on AO3:
Ch.01 | Ch.02 | Ch.03 | Ch.04 | Ch.05 | Ch.06 |
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I’m running a pre-bought campaign in a sci-fi setting
Totally not-shady NPC: I’ll need you to retrieve my secret cargo from the abandoned spaceship, but it’s very private, so don’t look inside–
Player: Is it a girl in a box?
NPC: …What?
Player: This is a sci-fi story, and there’s a box you don’t want us to look into. There’s only ever one way that ends, and it’s always with a girl stuffed into a box.
Other Player: Hey, we don’t even know how big it is. It could just be a cigar box.
First Player: Okay, you’re right. It could be a bunch of sex toys. How big is the box?
NPC: It’s… uh… six feet long by three feet wide by three feet deep…
First Player: Ugh. Okay, fine. Somebody pack a crowbar and a spare set of women’s clothing. We need to go get this girl out of her box.
uhhhhhhh…….
One day I’m going to run a sci-fi campaign of some kind and there will inevitably be a girl-sized box that the players are not allowed to open
And when they open it instead of a girl there will be 12 possums that immediately escape and create possum-related mischief until they can be put back in the box.
She haunts me in the best way possible
I think about this video all the time
the 3 bosses u fight before being able to enter the shaving cream aisle
final boss
FIGHT
I just love them
Misc. drawings as of late. The last one is a screenshot redraw from the anime!
I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome
For those of you who asked, I have made a sewing tutorial on how to make your very own Peaches the Mouse!
I see people reblogging this with “to buy” but this pattern is free??? Someone even asked me “why don’t you charge money for it, it took you forever to put the document together” and I said “Not a lot of people have money and if they have some fabric scraps and a couple of buttons lying around they can make themselves a little mouse friend for free and that might make them happy and that makes me happier than receiving money???” Make yourself a liddol creacher! Heals the Soul!