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I'm sorry, there are just so many that work. I'm queuing these for one a day so I don't spam you all with them please don't leave me.
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I genuinely didn’t want to do this, but the truth is working at an anti-accredited institution isn’t the big CV builder I was led to believe. As it turns out my boss burned a lot of bridges and is accused of stealing a remarkable amount of silverware from multiple dinner parties hosted by high-profile ornithologists, so I am effectively blackballed from anywhere that might be able to put my skills to use. With my boss gone and everyone else vanished, that’s left me holding the metaphorical bag. I am also holding a literal bag, but that’s my lunch from home, and you don’t really need to know about it.
So please, help me bring you this wonderful research that would otherwise be left unsorted in this dank basement. Be like a Great Egret parent, and shove an entire fish down my throat. Except instead of fish it’s money, and instead of my throat it’s like a little change jar, and instead of specifically a Great Egret be whatever kind of egret you want to be. The link is super-easy to remember, too! Patreon.com/TABS
i luv luv looooooved this !!!
i really appreciate my screen time sometimes too because of the quietness which comes along with ;;; tho some ppl really don't understand it T_T
anybody would love a sleepy & cuddly koo, imagine the warmth, the comfort ahhh,,, now im all mushy
perfect motivation to do some revision tho >.< thanks for this one, mindy !! <3
maybe smth about late nights and a sleepy, cuddly koo? I love your writing!
Sleepy cuddly Koo is always a good thing 😍 I'm all soft now, thank you 👉👈 and sorry this took me a year and a day to post
no warnings
pic requests are CLOSED
All your friends who have boyfriends or girlfriends always have the same complaint.
"I can't STAND it when they're on their phone. It's so annoying! Hours pass and they don't say a word to me. It bothers me so much!"
And for a while, you thought it over. You're dating, so it makes sense right? If they're with you, they should pay attention to you. After all, what's the point of being together if you're not talking or sharing? Isn't that what you do in a relationship? But then something happened...
When you walk into your bedroom tonight, there's your boyfriend, back against your headboard, legs manspread across your comforter, and thumb rhythmically scrolling through his phone. His hair is messy; clearly he's been sleeping in your bed for a while if his socks scattered across your floor have anything to say about it. Now your sheets will smell like him when you lie down later. He sighs as the light from his screen illuminates his freshly washed cheeks and damp eyelashes from his earlier hot shower.
You stand there for a moment. But he doesn't notice you, or if he does, he doesn't say anything to you.
"Hey, Koo."
He doesn't respond verbally. He doesn't smile at the sound of your voice. He just lifts his arms to provide ample space for you to shimmy your way into the spot between his legs. Your head rests against his chest, your own phone held in front of your face while his chin uses your hair as a prop. His legs gently enclose around you, twisting and interlocking with your limbs as if second nature. When his arm lays across your middle, you can play with the hair tie he keeps around his wrist for those times you forget one.
Still, he doesn't say anything and he doesn't even look at you while he cuddles you into a cocoon like embrace.
He's so familiar to you. Knowing him since you were kids, your first memories are with him playing in the yard and napping together on your mother's couch. He's always been there, and now that he's claimed you as his, you've been promised he always will be. You memorized each constellation of his freckles before you memorized your multiplication tables. He understood that flicker of excitement in your eyes before he understood his own thoughts.
Glancing up, you catch sight of his Instagram feed. He scrolls past a few pics, double tapping his members' posts and leaving a short string of emojis beneath the newest profile update from uarmyhope.
"What's that?" you ask.
"Hoba." He shows you the screen, titling it so you can see better.
"Cute."
And that's it. No analysis of how Hoseok's personal style has developed lately. No deep internal revelation of your own need to identify what your personal aesthetic should be. Jungkook doesn't feel the need to ask what you're doing on your phone and he doesn't make small talk with you while you scroll through your feed.
The silence is comforting. Just being with each other, no noise, no talking, no expectations. Outside is dark and in your room is very warm. His body is firm beneath you but his sweatshirt is fluffy and inviting. The bare skin of your thighs might be embarrassing if Jungkook had not been between them more times than you can count. But tonight isn't one of those nights. He doesn't try to start anything and neither do you, and that's okay.
He kisses the top of your head as you adjust, never once asking about your day or sharing about his. He just sits on his phone without a care in the world, allowing you to lean against his chest while you play on your phone. He doesn't pay you any special attention and you don't pay him any. Not on the surface anyway. You both text other people, like other posts, do other things. Every so often, you feel him shift beneath you and slowly sink further and further onto the bed, and you sink further and further into his embrace.
Hours pass and not a word is spoken.
And the funny thing is...it doesn't bother you one bit. You appreciate that Jungkook can be here and be on his phone. You like being able to be together, enjoying each other's company without the need of words or verbal confirmation. Just being here with him like this is rejuvenating.
When you rub your eyes, Jungkook reaches over to turn off your lamp as if on command. When Jungkook starts fiddling with the edge of the blanket, you immediately sit up to pull it back and help him cuddle inside safe and sound as if on routine.
When the two of you are ready to sleep, you place both your phones on their respective chargers and return to find Jungkook already with his eyes shut and his head resting prettily on your pillow.
He doesn't say a word; he just opens his arms to provide you ample space to crawl in with him, scooting close to his body and wrapping your arms around his waist so you can pull him closer. His lips find your forehead to press a gentle goodnight to your skin, and then he's asleep. Soundly and lovingly holding you to his heart so the beating sings you a lullaby into the night.
And he doesn't say a word.
But he doesn't have to.
And it doesn't bother you one bit.
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if you don’t have my doctor who snapchat added already (I’m dwfigures) I gotta say you’re missing out
(also shit, while making this I forgot to take out my new who figures. oops.)
and adventures with anxiety is an amazing one by Nicky Case too!!
Okay, you need to make sure you play this game at some point. Maybe not today or anything, because you’ll need about thirty minutes and a serious willingness to understand how it works, but - it’s so worth it. It’s basically an answer to our occasional frustration - why do assholes always come out on top? - and the beautiful thing about it is that not only does it explain how that happens, but also how we can change it.
“In the short run, the game defines the players. But in the long run, it’s us players who define the game.”
once you’re in the hive, the other bees assume you’re supposed to be there
[Masterpost]
Chapter 4: Second Morning
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The next morning, Virgil wakes not to birdsong, but to the sound of his alarm.
Blech, mornings. Morning jobs are evil and should be abolished.
Virgil reaches for his phone, but it isn't on the nightstand where it's supposed to be. The nightstand isn't on the floor where it's supposed to be. Virgil reaches out further, searching, and overbalances.
He falls.
This is going to hurt.
Virgil lands, and the floor is a lot closer than it's supposed to be, and also a lot cleaner. The wind is still knocked out of him, but he didn’t land on anything but carpet. It's carpet that was recently vacuumed, even, judging by the lack of dusty smell.
Too many things are not how they are supposed to be. Virgil opens his eyes and looks around.
This isn't his bedroom.
The alarm is still going off. Virgil spots his phone on the floor near him, and he turns off the alarm.
This isn't his bedroom. Virgil yawns. He'd been sleeping on a couch, but it wasn't his couch, either.
Oh, yeah. He'd fallen asleep at Remus's brother's house again. Oops.
…
He has work.
He hadn't meant to still be here right now. He's supposed to be in his own bed, in his own tiny apartment, sleepily snoozing his alarm. Not here.
He'll have to figure out a different bus route. Does the bus even go by here? He's pulling up the bus schedule when his phone informs him that it has been way too long since he plugged it in, and fucking dies.
“Fuck,” Virgil whispers, with feeling, and then again, a little louder, “Fuck!”
He scrambles off the floor, trying to think. An adrenaline spike does wonders for chasing the sleep-fog out of his brain, but it doesn't usher in logic.
Deep breath. Okay. What does he need?
He needs to get to work on time.
Breathe.
What are his obstacles, and what can he do about them?
Problem: He's not home to catch the bus. Solution: Catch the bus from here. Problem: He doesn't know if the bus goes by here or which one or when or what connections he'd need to make. Solution: Look it up. Problem: His phone is dead. Solution: Plug it in. Problem: No charger. Solution: …
Solution: …
Solution: Ask for fucking help.
Virgil spins and leaves the room. They might not have a charger that'll fit his phone, and it would take too long to get it to a level where he can actually look anything up anyway, but they can at least tell him if there's a bus stop nearby. They might even be willing to look up connections for him.
Luckily for Virgil, his hosts are all in the dining room when he bursts in.
“Good morning,” Calico says, already looking concerned. “What's wrong?”
“Is there a bus?” Virgil asks.
“A what?”
“A bus,” Virgil repeats. “A bus, does a bus go by here? I have work, I'm going to be late, and I can't look up the bus schedule because my phone is dead!”
“Hey, hey, it's okay,” Calico says soothingly, and Virgil wants to scream because it is not okay, he's going to be late for work. He doesn't scream, because that would not be helpful and Calico is just trying to be nice, but he wants to. “Roman can drive you. Right, Roman?”
“Absolutely,” says Princey, whose name is apparently Roman, and gets up. “I'll get my keys.”
Calico portions out some omelette from the pan in the middle of the table, and gives it to Virgil. “Here, eat,” he insists. “You slept through dinner, you shouldn't miss breakfast too.”
Virgil scarfs it mechanically. If Princey is going to drive him, he probably has enough time to eat, but the lingering edges of panic tell him not to waste any time savoring the flavors.
“Do you have any things you need to gather before you go?” Nerdbot asks. Virgil shakes his head.
Well. “My pool noodles I guess,” he says. He probably shouldn't just leave those here for them to clean up. Nerdbot nods and leaves the table as well.
Roman comes back as Virgil finishes the plate of omelette. “Ready to go?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
Nerdbot hands Virgil the pool noodles, and Calico hands him a buttered bagel. “Eat it on the way,” he says. Princey leads Virgil out to the garage, and they get in his car.
It's red, and fancy-shaped, with a swoopy silhouette instead of what Virgil considers the car default.
Roman hands Virgil his phone once he's buckled, open to the map app, and starts to back out of the garage.
Virgil hesitates. “Can we stop at my place first?” he asks. “I could really use a change of clothes.” He'd really rather not go to work in a Halloween costume he's been wearing for over thirty-six hours.
“Sure,” Princey says. “Which way?”
Virgil puts in his address, and the phone gives him directions. “Left,” he says, the tight band of anxiety finally loosing from around his lungs. It's not entirely gone yet, and won't be until he clocks in, but he's doing better. Princey pulls out of the driveway, and they're off.
Soon, they're pulling up in front of Virgil’s apartment. He'd managed to eat the bagel and navigate at the same time, and they've arrived a bit before Virgil is usually out the door. He really might make it to work on time.
“I'll wait here while you run up and get changed,” Roman says, and Virgil nods. He shifts the pool noodles so he's holding them with the same arm as the phone, and uses his other hand to open the car door.
He dashes up the stairs, unlocks his door at the speed of fright, and dumps his armload on his bed. Virgil strips quickly, and grabs his apron and the first set of clean clothes he sees. He wishes there was time for a shower, but there really isn't. Even if there was, he isn't about to make Princey wait that long for him.
He smears some black eyeshadow on to hide the tired bags under his eyes, grabs his necessities from his previous pockets, and he's back out the door.
“Very fast,” Princey compliments as Virgil rejoins him. “I saw a bus go by.”
“Yeah, that was my usual ride to work,” Virgil says, buckling up. “We can take a more direct route and beat them there. Head out the way you came in, and then take a right at the light.”
They do, in fact, beat the bus there. Virgil heaves a sigh of relief.
“Thanks, man,” he says. “I owe you my life. Do you want some coffee? I can give you my employee discount.”
Roman smiles at him. “I would love some coffee,” he says, and turns off the engine.
There aren't any other customers in line when they go in, just Jayden behind the register.
“Morning, Sunshine,” he greets. Virgil rolls his eyes and comes round to clock in.
“Oh my gosh I love your hair,” Roman enthuses. “That is absolutely gorgeous, did you do it yourself?”
Jay's hair is gorgeous. It's mostly dyed in deep shades of blue, with a few streaks of greens and purples and the natural black. He has it in at least fifty slender box braids, which today are tied back in a loose plait running down his back.
“Oh, no, my friends and I had a styling party,” he answers, which is the short version of the truth he uses for casual conversation with customers—especially white customers. Virgil happens to know that said styling party had been stretched out over more than a week, working their hair in increments so as not to damage it. Virgil had been invited to a few of the sessions, and is responsible for several of Jayden's braids, and some of the color.
“That is a fabulous idea; I should arrange one the next time I dye my hair,” Princey exclaims. “I've been planning to do it in every color of the rainbow!”
“Nice,” Virgil says. Princey's ear-length hair is currently what appears to be a natural brown, with reddish tips. “Stripes running front to back or side to side?”
“You know, I hadn't considered that part,” Princey says, and Virgil laughs. “What do you think?”
Virgil shrugs, and Jay considers Roman.
“Front to back, with the red on top and purple over your ears,” he says. “Perhaps with the red a bit off-center so the stripes are different sizes. That way if it’s not perfect it'll look intentional.”
Roman grins. “I like you,” he declares. “Do you want to come to my styling party?”
Jayden grins back. “Let me know when you plan it and I'll check my calendar.”
“Have you ever dyed your hair?” Roman asks Virgil, whose hair is in fact currently dyed.
“Uh, yeah,” he says, then admits, “I'm actually blond.”
“You're blond!?” Princey cries. “Oh, that is unfair, Gerard Gay! Please trade with me, I beg of you!”
“Why?” Virgil asks.
“Because then I wouldn't have to bleach!” Roman says. “I could redye my hair as soon as the roots grew out, rather than having to wait until enough has grown that I can bleach it without touching the last dye job!”
“Well, unfortunately I don't know how to trade hair colors,” Virgil says. “I think it's genetic.”
Roman groans dramatically, slumping against the counter. “The world is against me,” he complains into the glass. “You wouldn't even miss it, you dye it black! Brown is as easy to make black as blond! Easier, probably!”
Virgil reaches over and pats him sarcastically on the shoulder. “There, there,” he says. “Would coffee make you feel better?” That is why they'd come in here, after all.
“No,” Roman says grumpily, but he straightens and looks at the menu.
“Give him my discount,” Virgil says to Jayden while Roman decides. Jay flashes him a thumbs-up.
“Are the chocolate croissants good?” Roman asks.
“Not as good as what you're served at home, but yeah.”
“Hmmm.” He considers a bit longer, then orders a croissant and, with a decent amount of dithering over flavors, three coffees to go.
Jayden tells him the total and Roman pays, dropping his change and some extra bills into the tip jar. Virgil passes him the croissant, and he eats it while Virgil finishes making the coffee.
“You want a carrier for these?” Virgil asks, already putting them in one. Roman's only got two hands, after all.
“Probably best,” Roman agrees, and Virgil slides the coffee over to him. “Do you need a ride home after work?”
“Nah, I'll take the bus,” Virgil reassures him.
“Alright, if you're sure. See you later!” Princey balances the coffees in one hand so he can wave with the other, and he's off.
“So,” Jay says once the door closes behind him. “Where'd you get the suave edition of your trash rat?”
“Two-for-one special,” Virgil says. “Met him at a Halloween party Remus dragged me to.”
“Well, keep him.” Jayden nods toward the door. “Man just tipped us double what I charged him.”
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Chapter 5: to be posted Saturday, August 31 2024
EVERYBODY LOOK AT MY SON
I'm steadily working on Lilia's book 7 outfit (so far, I've done his belt, wig, gloves, pants, and scalemail half-skirt), and I decided to make a quick egg prop to carry around!
The lil plushie was a custom from Etsy that I had made before I even decided to cosplay General Lilia because I simply wanted a baby Malleus plushie.
The egg was a gold plastic easter egg that I spray painted purple, covered in different kinds of glitter and iridescent powder, and then added the tendrils using a black hot glue.
Here's the scalemail skirt! The scales and rings are all anodized aluminum and the gems are resin from Etsy. I wove everything myself and its very lightweight, especially for being made of real metal.
HEY, YOU!
DO YOU LIKE OLD COMPUTER GRAPHICS?!
did you like ANY of these photos? would you like to see HUNDREDS MORE OF THEM?! with THOUSANDS OF UNIQUE TEXTURES?! ALL FROM FUCKING DECEMBER 15TH, YEAR 2000?!
NOW YOU CAN!!!
THERE'S ALSO A BUNCH OF CLIPART FROM 1997 IN .WMF FORMAT. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE THAT, BUT YOU MIGHT!
STILL not convinced???? LOOK AT THE DISC THEY CAME FROM!
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!??!?!?!?!?! DON'T WAIT! GO LOOK AT THOSE JPEGS... TODAY!
Ringo and George yeah, peace and love. 😎✌️🌟❤️🎶🌈☮️
I love these freaks so much aaaa. I've been watching all the beatles related media I can recently and by golly jeepers am I enjoying my time :3 yellow submarine is now top in ten favourite animated movies
also bonus, the beatles wave at you, the viewer
i looked up what people were saying about the ending of ghost trick and this screenshot out of context is killing me
Happy Valentines Day!
I don’t really have any Special art thing for today Planned, But I do have a little bit of art to make up for it 👁️
Andrus Laansalu talked about making Disco Elysium at EKA (Estonian Academy of Arts)
"Initially, the church wasn't a focal point. There were certain characters that needed to visit this location, and I asked, "Seriously, what do we have in our church?" The others replied, "Nothing at all. Our church is completely bare—just a wheel, really. It's quite basic."
That's when I decided to unleash my creativity in the design. For example, they chose to install a glass structure at the top of the church to create a reflective surface. It was like placing an optical clock up there. Therefore, one of the most crucial aspects of designing the church was ensuring the lighting was just right to create the desired atmosphere."
"Let me show you an example of Baroque architecture, which is rich in detail. We're also designing the interior of the church based on large cathedrals. However, the foundation you use might not yield the expected results, because the church itself doesn't require such intricate details. Sometimes, it's about simplifying the design."
"I used Articy for the initial scriptwriting of Disco Elysium. The image only represents a tiny fraction of the text and choice variables involved. This system was also the reason I eventually abandoned the project after a year of outlining the script and shifted my focus to becoming a sound designer. My mind struggled to keep up with the dynamic graphic rules, but fortunately, a more talented writer took over afterward."
"In terms of sound design, it's essential to develop different layers to bring out the charm of the church as a cohesive space. Although this represents only a small portion of the overall design, each layer actually requires a significant amount of time to compose the whole....... Whenever there's a shift or a change due to the dialogue itself, you need to adjust the background sounds. Each time you modify the details in the dialogue, I have to refine the background audio, ensuring that these elements build upon each other like an intricate layer of work."
"It's funny how many scenes involve characters getting smacked in the face. My job was to recreate those, so I locked myself in the bathroom with a recorder and hit my forehead until it turned red.
As a sound designer, I really dig those unsettling, drill-like sounds. So, I mixed in creepy lectures, metal scraping, moans, and cries of pain—because I just love that stuff! (laughs)
Players will be moving through all kinds of areas, so it's super important to make the sound transitions feel natural, trying to create a more immersive vibe in certain spaces.
With all the scenes featuring big cranes, you can hear them from far away, and I wanted to capture that eerie ringing in your ears. That's going to be a thing throughout most of the game. I've found ways to really mess with players while they're playing!"
"I've come across a lot of old objects (like phones and radios) that I needed to perfectly replicate the sounds. I started to become a bit of a hoarder, buying up different models of old phones whenever I found one to add to my collection. The sound effects I can simulate from them are really impressive."
"Some of the devices don't actually exist in real life—just a mix of architecture and tech. When I need to create sound effects, I first look for something similar that exists in our world, then I try to simulate what the sound and appearance of that thing might have been like a century ago.
Towards the end of the game, there's a character carrying a fuel canister. We needed the sound of the canister, so we dug one up from our garage—it had been sitting there since it was five! I realized this would make the sound perfect. So, it had been there for 50 years, and after 40 years, it finally found its purpose.
In some places, I needed unique sound waves, and recreating them was a real headache until one day I happened to walk by a swimming pool and stumbled upon an old wartime torpedo. You can rotate the torpedo's probe, and it slowly rises up, like a proud zombie head. The sounds it made were exactly what I needed!"
🙋How did you manage to get funding?
"Well, since we're in Estonia, you just need to know a wealthy person. You don't need five people—just two who can network, hang out together, and convince them to keep investing! (laughs) Back then, we constantly ran out of money and would tell them, 'Oops, looks like we spent it all! Can you invest a bit more?' That's how we made it through!"
🙋How did you all come together to make the game?
"Luck. It usually doesn't happen this way, and that's the key difference. It has to be. If not, you couldn't create a game of this scale - well, I mean in terms of budget. But creatively, Estonia definitely has writers and artists who can pull it off. With such a small population, there are a lot of quirky folks who are good friends. We were really lucky, though - lots of fortunate circumstances came together. It brought the right people together, allowing those talented fools to collaborate with us. They had experience but hadn't tackled projects of this magnitude before. So yeah, luck is pretty important!"
Lecture experience shared by 白兔YIYANG SUN on 小红书, reposted & translated by me with her permission.
RIZ AHMED, FATIMA FARHEEN MIRZA 93rd Academy Awards, Los Angeles › April 25, 2021
"I believe that mask belongs to me."
It has long been my intention to--if not actually becoming active here again--at least keep this place relatively up to date. So here is the last of BIONICLE month from 2020, most of which is now very old or out of date but still nice to have all in the same place. I believe the remaining prompts were for a toa of water, toa of air, turaga, matoran, adversary, and titan (which is the Hydraxon piece above).
I'm fairly certain at this point all of the custom masks were designed by KhingK and the cordak blasters are my attempt to ape BobtheDoctor27's really slick stud shooter ones. Hopefully get to posting my modern projects here soon!
