Manhua: 19 days
Author: @oldxian_ox
Read at: @ clodatcat and @ 19days.eng (imstagram)
CHAPTER: 435 Part 2
"Imprint"
Translation and typesetting by clodatcat and friends

Manhua: 19 days
Author: @oldxian_ox
Read at: @ clodatcat and @ 19days.eng (imstagram)
CHAPTER: 435 Part 2
"Imprint"
Translation and typesetting by clodatcat and friends
Manhua: 19 days
Author: Old Xian
Read at: @ 19days.eng(instagram)
CHAPTER: 434 part 2
"The night is long"
Translation and typesetting by clodatcat and friends
Manhua: 19 days
Author: Old Xian
Read at: @ 19days.eng(instagram)
CHAPTER: 434 part 2
"The night is long"
Translation and typesetting by clodatcat and friends
Manhua: 19 days
Author: Old Xian
Read at: @ 19days.eng (instagram)
CHAPTER: 434 part 1
"The night is long"
Translation and typesetting by clodatcat and friends
idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little
Alternatively: it's not killing the mood at all but it's totally making both of them giggle like they're twelve and possibly get lowkey competitive in a subconscious way about who has the most to drop.
The more that I think of it the more I'm seeing the incredible intimacy of letting someone know where you keep your backup knife.
Like my god, the trust involved in letting someone undress you and learn your secrets instead of popping into the bathroom to change where they can't see and hiding all your weapons under the sink
...Oh
second alternative: you go to hide all your weapons under the sink but there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink.
awkward
It’s not that there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink that makes it awkward so much as that there’s so many weapons hidden underneath the sink that they fall out of the cabinet with the unmistakable sound of a knife-alanche, and then the other person comes in like “I can explain!” and you’re just dead-ass standing there with your own armload of weapons like “I can also explain.”
Married version is shoving your hand in your partner’s clothes when you’re out of weapons because you KNOW where their spare is. Or wearing a weapon in a spot you can’t draw from yourself because its now spare storage for your spouse’s weapons.
Every single one of you is a genius
English added by me :)
Wait a minute .. you guys aren't here for art references!
See also: the Mongolian Naadam festival
A quick update for all my fellow r/196 migrants about how things are going back in the motherland. A saga has unfolded:
It began with a basic hornypost, and a comment under said post:
So, the fatal BreadSlice was getting clowned on in the replies, until:
So yeah, the more things change the more they stay the same I guess.
i'm such a huge fucking fan of having and using magic requiring effort. whether mental, physical, or both. i'm so fond of magic systems that make you sweat, bleed, cry and get your hands dirty when you use them. i love it when powers are earned, not inherent, through years of study and/or exercizing them like a muscle. and i love it when a seemingly effortless display of power is terrifying because of this.
flirting with someone and asking if they want to blemish your record of heterosexuality
When I was little I wanted to be Italian REALLT badly bc I loved the movie cars and specifically had a crush on this fucking THING
Which doesn’t speak English at all, all it’s line are in Italian and it’s name is GUIDO. And everyone knew I was obsessed with Italy in elementary school but they didn’t know why bc I, even as a young autistic child, had the sense to know this was a rightfully so, highly mockable thing. So I would read about cars on IMDB and then one day someone posted a crackfic on the message boards there and it was about this guy getting drunk and beating his wife, and it snapped me out of my fugue long enough to realize how absurd wanting to be Italian was, but then it made me cry really hard and my parents were like ‘hey what the fuck’ and I didn’t have the chutzpah to admit anything so I told them I saw a naked lady online and then they went into the computer and found all the weird south park midi songs I downloaded on lime wire and I thought they were literally going to kill me for about two weeks.
The reason I was downloading South Park episodes and songs on limewire and frostwire was because I was also obsessed with Kenny McCormick and for school we had to make a shitty little website about a world issue, so I found this free platform that doesn’t exist anymore but it was like a horrible little wix site from the mid aughts, and we based my groups theme on global warming. But when we were done with it I repurposed it as a perosnal site and lied about being a voluptuous blonde 19 year old woman who worked at a fictitious restaurant called the lunchbox, and I just wrote about how obsessed I was with Kenny McCormick and my sister found it and was like what the fuck is wrong with you. But she never told my parents. She also found this 80 page story I was writing about buddy the elf and all my weird skater ocs breaking into the moulin rouge, and at one point I was sick of buddy so I had a herd of buffalo trample him in the middle of a city and it was very tragic but jarring and unexpected. And she referenced a part of the story to me and it made me SO fucking paranoid that I wiped our entire, family shared packard bell computer and got in huge fucking trouble for it.
I’m a magician in the sheets 😏 *pulls a rabbit out of my pussy*
-Mary Toft, 1726
Hold on I need to look something up
yeah. sorry
I will not dox my neighbour and post pictures of his house because I am not an asshole, but he just put an addition on his already batshit insane house and I am dying to share.
He lives in a 1950 PanAm passenger plane. I have no fucking clue how he got it here, because we're nowhere near a runway and it still has its wings and its landing gear. The living space is a solid 15 feet off the ground and he has one of those old school staircase vans as his front step. I would assume its not terribly different from living in a trailer or other mobile home, but its way better insulated because its a plane.
Anyway, he just finished a glassed in porch that comes out of the pilots side of the cockpit and its so cool. This isn't some gimmicky airbnb, this is his house and the commitment to the bit is legendary.
His greenhouse is a fire engine.
this post is getting notes and now my notifs are a solid mantra of "I will not dox my neighbour and post pictures, I will not dox my neighbour and post pictures, I will not dox my neighbour and post pictures "
I forgot I can do that.
His tail number is his house number
getting rid of family vlog channels one state at a time let's gooo
HUGE!
if genital selection becomes the next big thing in RPGs we need to push beyond a binary application of “penis” and “vulva” (even if there are additional options past that binary gate) and make a single slider. x and y axis type of thing like chusing the depth and width of your chin.
You should have to sculpt it yourself like Spore
Silly!