Holy god in hell, how long has mobile had a dark mode?????
So mad i've only found it now. Anyway, go to settings and scroll down to Color Pallet, that easy!
While you're there, there's also settings in like Dashboard Preferences that make mobile so much better, like turning off "best stuff" and turning on timestamps
i just can't get over zuko and aang's dynamic. these two tragic foils, these boys who both wear their history on their faces, who both lost their homes to the fire, these born enemies, both bound by big, grand, lonely destinies, the prince and the avatar,,,,,,,, and who, the moment they're able to interact with each other for more than two seconds, both immediately devolve into the pettiest assholes alive
firebending masters was truly EVERYTHING. aang not seeing zuko as a threat AT ALL to the point where he's almost insultingly comfortable going off somewhere w him alone. zuko grumbling about how fast appa is going like an asshole older brother on a road trip. the smug little "where's that upbeat attitude you were talking about :)" aang telling zuko to his FACE that people think he's dumb. aang flipping zuko like a pancake and then bitching that zuko's not helping him. "you just haaaad to go touch the giant egg, didn't you :/" the entire concept of two of the most skilled young benders in the world sitting in goo together for hours in absolute silence until aang opens his mouth to complain. "what do we do now?" "idk think about our place in the universe?" zuko telling aang he's a talented kid. aang trying to steal fire from the hands of a guy who has actively tried to flambe him before. zuko whining about aang trying to cheat off of him. "you still think we can take them?" "shut up i never said that."
honestly what is a foil but a best friend just waiting for you to annoy the shit out of them forever
It is unlikely that humans are the only predator species to achieve sapience in the galaxy.
In order to be a successful predator one has to be intelligent enough to learn your prey's movements and be able to think ahead to what they're going to do next but also be flexible enough in your thinking that you can improvise if the situation chances. If you don't have this elasticity, you won't be a very successful predator.
Humans are very successful predators.
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Greg bent down low and spoke as quietly as he could to the worried Senmites next to him. "I need you to stay as still as you can. I'm going to go around, and try and surprise the Gren guarding the exit."
The three Senmites, caught between wanting to obey Greg and staying silent but also trying to communicate that they thought it was suicide to do so started shaking.
"No, no, it'll be fine. I've been watching him. He's not really paying attention." Greg stood silently and put one finger to his lips, then smiled.
Moving much quieter than one would think given his mass, Greg crept away, hunched down just a little to keep motion out of the tops of the bushes they used to hide. The Senmites watched in horrified fascination as Greg would take a few steps and then freeze, not even breathing while he watched the Gren.
As he walked, he made no noise at all over the soft sand, his feet finding purchase slowly. The Senmites, a small furry prey species from a rocky mountainous world felt very old fears from the most early parts of their brains while watching him hunt the Gren.
The Gren guard was panning slowly as he guarded the exit, his fur flat, his eyes dull and his mouthparts drooping. If one knew a bit about Gren physiology one could easily see that he was bored and tired. His shift wasn't due to end for another 3 demi-cycles and nothing usually ever happened on this exit.
When Greg was no more than 2 meters away, he reached down and picked up a stone, no larger than a comm badge. He raised his arm and in one silent fluid motion, tossed the stone high and far over his head, to hide its origin. It clattered against the wall on the far side of the pen, opposite to where Greg was standing. The noise and motion caught the Gren's eye and his whole body swung over to where the stone landed.
His back was turned to Greg.
Greg bent his legs low building energy and took two steps and lept onto the Gren's back. His higher mass bowled the taller but much lighter Gren over and the Gren's head hit the stone with a hollow thwack.
Greg jumped up off the Gren and checked him quickly. He was dead. Trotting quickly over to where the Senmites were still hiding he motioned for them to follow.
Still terrified, they followed this... ambush predator they were scared of and by the time they reached him, he had gotten the comm out of the Gren's pack and was fiddling with a ring that had complicated studs all around it, fitting them against the door until one clicked and the door hissed open.
Minutes later they were all running across the desert to the canal below where they had hoped to cling to the side of a barge and float to the spaceport.
"Human Greg! Human Greg!" The smallest Senmite called as they jogged down the sandy hill towards the canal.
"What is it Li? Can it wait?"
"That was amazing! I've never seen a human hunt before! Is that how they all do it?"
"Not really? Humans developed as persistence hunters, not ambush hunters, but as you well know, skills can be taught."
"Persistence hunter?"
"Yeah, my ancestors would pick an animal out of a herd and run after it. As long as we didn't overexert ourselves we could just... run until it died."
The three Senmites looked at each other as they jogged. Greg wasn't breathing heavily as they went towards the canal, but all three of them were nearly at their limit and would need a long time to rest when they were safe.
"Human Greg, you scare us." The tallest Senmite looked back at the holding compound and then back at Greg. "But, not as much as we were scared of what the Gren would have done to us."
Greg smiled showing his wide, large, white teeth. "In this world, sometimes you need to be scary." He looked at the canal. "Come on, the water isn't too cold, let's get in and swim towards that barge. It's not too far."
i have learnt enough abt spn on here.. its like i dont think i even have 2 watch the show ... i know abt the chuck plot. i know what the chitaqua fuck couch is
who was going to tell me this
this is still making me giggle so i thought i'd present some research. while lovely that the raw narrative power of thee chitaqua fuck couch has breached containment, it IS, technically canon technically
it's only visible in these two camera angles, and visible is a stretch. production stills seem to show that they originally had slightly different blocking and set design, including putting the coat rack in front of the couches left arm?
them though ;_;;;;;;; okay i got distracted back to the couch
isn't she beautiful!
shoutout to @seperis for perceiving the truth that yeah, people could be fucking on that couch
huge discovery for annoying people (me) but thee couch is actually in heaps of other episodes in bobby's house... it's his couch
off the top of my head it's only not there late in season 5, there's a cot in the same spot instead because bobby can't get up the stairs
cas was sleeping on bobby's couch at chitaqua 😢😵💫🤪😭
join a union
the power of collection action
the power of withdrawing your labor collectively
this is such a good interview because he’s basically narrating the reason why the working class is actually the most powerful force in society. by striking and shutting down production, the writers are showing that they are truly the profit producers because when they withdraw their labor profits don’t get made. and by withdrawing their labor they flex their power as the gears grind to a halt.
it can be the same for climate change if the same tactics were applied instead of trying to always approach things from an individualist or consumer activist standpoint. fossil fuel workers withdrawing their labor and inviting other unions and members of public to join and/or support the pickets in solidarity would actually grind the system to a halt. manufacturing workers withdrawing their labor and demanding their workplaces be refitted to manufacture parts for renewable energy could tip the scales.
we’ve had decades of propaganda trying to destroy class identity so that people feel like the only thing they can do is buy reusable straws and perform stunts. we make change by demanding collective, democratic control over production, not hoping we can consume in the right way.
I'm looking through powerpoint templates for a class presentation and was absolutely blown away by this one. I don't care what the topic is supposed to be, all of my future powerpoints have to have the Wizard
transparent gay rights wizard for all your transparent gay rights wizard needs
sam takes eileen's last name because john was an abusive piece of shit and in the secret good supernatural that lives in my head, sam and dean have both explicitly come to terms with this and also sam thinks sam leahy sounds cool as fuck (which it does)
love trent sitting in the locker room drinking out of his rainbow mug wearing a dolly parton shirt while everyone is like statistically there must be one more gay in this room who could it possibly be
My magnum opus, on this, the anniversary of Castiel being cast into super turbo hell. We will not discuss the ungodly amount of hours that went into this monstrosity. Only that I love the thought that Cas isn't alone in the empty. There are others there who care about him and would help him.
My only regret is that the original image was so large that it's hard to see all the details, so I highlighted some of the best parts.
Now, I need to rest for like a year before I consider coloring this.
dear lord in heaven the men you put on this earth to walk around bare chested in the sun are hiding their breasts behind textiles
How dare you leave this Jason Todd discourse in the tags.
Worst career in superhero universes has to be mugger, because you're trying to steal like maybe $50 most times and immediately the best case scenario is you get crippled for life by some hero showing how badass they are, or you get killed or banished to the shadow dimension or whatever it's a lot of overkill all things considered, not that getting mugged is lovely or anything just it's a lot right?
Frank Miller writing Batman like: This is awesome as fuck he crippled like three goons, he don't take shit from anyone.
Me reading this at age 18: Wow that seems like uh kind of a lot.
missing babe so much right now
you’ve saved me so much weapon durability in botw and i want to u to know u were appreciated
u cut my trees
u kaboom’d my bokos
i love u
his hair, WACK! his gear, WACK! his jewelry, WACK! his foot stance, WACK!
Actually, I want to do a study of regret rates for Harry Potter-themed tattoos versus regret rates for gender confirmation surgeries, because my naive suspicion is that the former are considerably higher at this point.
Amidst this cruelty, you’ll find conservative states rolling back restrictions to allow minors to work more.
Capitalism, baby!
