... I think I found my new ring tone for my phone
https://aidn.jp/jingle/e/a2yovdk6 IT SOUNDS LIKE AN INTRO FOR A KIDS CARTOON CHARACTER IM IN LOVE
https://aidn.jp/jingle/e/38st9sd9 mine sounds like a version of the main song for the old anime which is used when its protagonist doing something stupid for the comedic purposes
https://aidn.jp/jingle/e/4z30rog9 I love it.
I'm hearing 'Japanese ice cream commercial'
I was on a ferris wheel today and this is what the seats looked like
Clearly the designers/builders/whatever understand color theory
The new ferris wheel for our local children's hospital lifts the hearts of our patients, the seat design especially gives strong vibes of compassion and strength!
how is the kentucky derby not trending on here?? the horse with the lowest odds wins and immediately starts biting everything in its sight, that sounds like a tumblr legend to me
oh my fucking god
This horse wasn’t even supposed to be in the race. Horse number 20 (can’t remember it’s name) dropped out the day before for whatever reason, and Rich Strike was just barely able to sneak a spot into the derby before the deadline. Not to mention that this was just some garbage $30,000 horse that didn’t have any kind of impressive breeding (yes I am aware $30k is still a lot, but for a Kentucky Derby horse, that’s chump change). He was the second biggest upset in the history of the Derby, with one other horse (Donerail) winning with 91-1 odds before in 1913 (Which, for reference, I’m pretty sure Donerail with his 91-1 odds still holds the record for the worst odds in the history of the race. Just for context of how shit Rich Strike’s 80-1 odds were. Not THE worst, but definitely up there).
I am in love with this shit horse who wasn’t even supposed to be there, had some of the worst odds in the history of the race, and had the worst starting position who completely destroyed all of the favorites to win. Watching him come up to first right at the last second was THRILLING.
This story is fucking hilarious
So Rich Strike has barely won a race, but he ALWAYS shoots up in the last stretch. He goes from 11th to 4th, from 8th to 3rd. Rich Strike hits the final corner and suddenly gets flashbacks to his previous life as a Klingon warrior. He starts snarling curses and heads for the finish line like it insulted his ancestors and must PAY, that's just how he runs races
And this was a blisteringly fast time for the Kentucky Derby- one of the fastest races EVER. When the announcer realized the time when they hit the halfway point he was like "Jesus CHRIST" It was incredible. Which means the lead horses, the favorites, were sprinting as hard as they could the entire race. By the time they got to the end they were exhausted
And here comes Rich Strike, turns the last corner and his vision goes red. The lead horses can't pick up the final sprint like usual- they already ARE going flat out. Rich Strike comes up on the inside, NOT exhausted by fighting for the lead spot, howling "DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR" like the complete fucking lunatic he is and just blows past everyone
He's ready to kill. He wants to tear into some Romulans and destroy the Federation, and he wins everything
Then the guy on horseback whose job it is to help slow the running horses down after they cross the finish line comes up and Rich Strike LOSES HIS SHIT
He bites the other horse, he bites the rider, he bites himself. He's like "oh you think you can slow ME down?! I'LL KILL YOU. QAPLA!"
He's completely insane and I love him
Hail to the KING. I watched this happen on TV last year, Best shit i have ever seen and the only time I have cared about the Kentucky derby.
He screams out of nowhere with the fires of hell at his hooves, and the audience started BOOING THIS HORSE as he went to collect his roses. A thousand rich fucks mad as hell, hating the guts of this insane rando who has ruined their party. Huge Lokasenna energy (look this up lol).
Still angry I didn't place a bet on this asshole horse last year for the fuck why not of it.
At 1:47 look for a chestnut (brown) horse whose rider is wearing red silks, zooming up the inside of the curve with a slightly deranged motion
They had to kill Uncle Aaron in the first movie because only death and death alone could have prevented this man from hitting every member of the Spider society with his bike for being mean to his nephew.
oh, you're invincible, you say? *easily vinces you*
oh, you're unlovable, you say? *easily loves you*
Love seeing this post going around because there are only two reactions
1) people who have seen the above addition, being emotional
2) people who haven’t, trying to fight 8ball-wizard to the death
don't forget the very important third reaction:
3) people named vince
Do you think a regal and mischievous owl could be friendis forevers
You cannot possibly guess where this is going
I ain't even ashamed how many times I watched this.
Lmao this is the content I am here for.
golden retrievers are still the only breed i’ve ever worked with that go absolutely WILD with excitement for the rain most dogs tolerate it, some hate it, but golden retrievers, man. they’re on another level
lost in the sauce
he flat
Unbothered. Moisturized. In his lane. Thriving
Write a piece about a place it is impossible to leave
I always knew it would catch up to me someday, it does with everyone. But our species ever so unique leaves behind more than we should upon death. Our world was one of cycles just as any other, however ours worked a little different.
Death was an end, and a beginning for us not in the way a species that is gone believes in to soothe themselves, but truly there is a beyond for us, in which sometimes we loose our connection to our proper placement in the cycle.
When one is lost, they do not come back. None ever have.
Our bodies rot, at least most of it does, some.nase material is left, and we reform. Strong wills keep us sane and tethered throughout the process. But for the unfortune souls who cannot keep their mind steady? Those who drift?
There are legends of great masters who wandered the world without form. Learned during the death cycle and returned wiser. But those are only in the legends. When we fade, we become stuck between our conscious waning, and waxing. Flickering.
It seems this cycle I could not keep a steady enough mind. As when I attempt to blink it is not my eyes that respond but only my mind. And then I see.
I see so much the vastness of the valleys and rivers. The mountain peaks and splatters of villages throughout the land. Then there is a stretching feeling, a tug, then a snap. I'm before myself. Young again, as most material was reclaimed by the world. This young one though looking like I would.
Is no longer me.
It blinks its eyes, struggling to awaken, then the sounds, the cries only a newborn make. It is rare our species procreate do to our eternal cycle. Much celebrated when one is made to replace one lost off world. Any would know the sounds so dearly.
Yet it reaches out for my formless self. I'd met a few who had once been someone else. They were a strange sort, not often looking directly at others. And I finally understood as light light up the small ones eyes.
It could see me. This wasn't a mistake, this was how the cycle was supposed to work. It all became clear as days became week, and weeks months. I tutored the small one so it could speak our language, taught it to hunt so it would not starve.
This child was not me, despite once being me. No it was something greater. It was new, a baby. My own child of flesh and blood, only mine. So I stayed by my child and helped it. My time was over but their's was just beginning so I wished to make it so they got to live properly.
Sometimes the others reacted strangly as my child started to travel, meeting many, even a few who I once knew. They did not like how my child would look past them at me, or the other specters of those who has gone on to help the cycle renew. They seemed so very unaware of how much they lost to the ages, their own sight and the truth of the cycle.
I was once as blind as they are. So I forgive minor transgressions of awkward encounters. And pray for them to learn as I had. I was stuck, eternal as always but far more free than I had ever felt, and far more joyous in death than I had been in life.
When my child was old enough to look after themselves a made space for them to grow. Still giving tips from my millennium of stockpiled knowledge, but allowing them to figure out how they wished to proceed. I did not interfere with their choices, only gave them insight to as many sides and options as I had been fortunate enough to make so I could pass it down one day. Sometimes there is slight pain and longing as I realize I'd never be able to embrace my child, but then, after they were well on their way through life I felt different more at ease and instead of centered in myself I felt like part of the world, the air the ground the ocean even. Once this feeling appeared it did not go away and I realized I could interact with the other specters now. It seems I was not as trapped as I thought, still in a cycle as I always had been. It seems after existing in this state long enough we grow stronger, so one day after my child raises another, we will be able to embrace eachother and watch the world go on. More children will grow, as more people fade, and maybe one day it will all be in balance again. Maybe folks will stop trying to hold onto one stage and accept the next.
And we will be here to watch it all, side by side.
(Oh and incase it isnt clear how this is following the prompts its because the faded, echos, specters, or even those who trancended their flesh whatever you wanna call em cannot leave their planet if they die there. They are stuck there for what they believe to be all eternity. Anyways yeah so these folks can reproduce asexuslly and sexually, both are rare in the current atate of society because to reproduce asexually is to give up their matter to form another, while excess goes back to the enviroment basically this species evolved to be very efficient in passing the torch to the next generation. Sexual reproduction for them is only in excess ceremoniey to keep their numbers at the right amount for the ecosystem, as some die in ways they cannot come back and others just chopse to live off world despite the species becoming aware that without their planet they cannot come back from grievious harm, sickness, or old age. Being ripped to shreds is an example of one way they wouldnt come back even on their planet, as they are only evolved to repair a certain amount with a dose of stem cells and a sort of wake up call from the energy on their planet. Anyways, I might have just created a fictional alien species that sort of can function in a cooperative hivemind after death if they want to, so they can protect their species. )
@parrot-waxcap I just wrote up a whole new alien species. Hope you enjoy when you get a chance.
@screaming-velociraptor Vel dude look I did something somewhat productive! Well sorta? I wrote for my own enjoyment so it might be productive in producing happiness at least
Wait i dont get it what am i
Okay but no joke I feel like this actually suits me REALLY REALLY WELL
I’ve never been so flattered in my life
The Fentons have always been famous for their legal sale of weapons, usually based on ectoplasm and used to hunt ghosts. That's where they got most of their funds, whether it was to finance new inventions, their laboratory, or their children's education.
The problem began when they found out that Phantom was their son. Because of that revelation they accepted that they couldn't continue on that path, how could they continue to sell weapons that helped hunt down their baby? Even if they didn't trust all the ghosts Danny changed their perspective of the Infinite Realms and they were more or less at peace.
That is why they debated for hours on what to do to make money again, until they noticed something curious: Most of the people in Amity couldn't get drunk. It was a silly thing to focus on, but thanks to a quick investigation they noticed that after the portal opened no one had made it.
That the reason they created a new brand of beer "Boor", which affected both ghosts and humans contaminated with ectoplasm. Their business quickly became a success and the beer was exported elsewhere (with many care and prevention labels).
When Jason Todd noticed "Boor" on the shelf at the bar he frequented, he snorted. The beer had a small ghost on the bottle, which caught his attention, he ordered it out of curiosity and when the waiter told him that the brand claimed that the product "was capable of making even the dead drunk" Jason almost laughed.
Big was his surprise the next day when he woke up on one of Gotham's rooftops with a severe hangover. He had at least 8 missed calls from Nightwing and a bottle with a cartoon ghost in his hand.
Jason has been drunk for DAYS. When he realized he was actually getting drunk he was like "i HAVE to thank these creators" and calls Tim to demand Tim finds these people. Drunk Jason is immensely entertaining so Tim humors him. It hasnt even been 24 hours yet and Jason is on his way to IL because apparently he was serious about this. Tim ends up having to tag along as a babysitter because Jason's goons are also drunk (on the regular stuff) and encouraging Jason. Its like noon by the time they roll up to Amity Park because still drunk Jason who is glued to his miracle bottle insisted on stopping at all the tourist traps. Jason then gets distracted by all the ghost tourist spots in town before they finally make it to Fenton works. Jason staggers right in there and starts shaking peoples hands and everyone rolls with it because actually Jason is not the first person to do this. Jack cracks open a new bottle to celebrate and Danny and friends join. Tim is gathering so much blackmail material as Jason plays stupid drinking games with people his own age. One point Jason gets sad because "i love this beer so much but i cant marry beer because its not a person" so Tucker is just like "marry Danny! He gets this beer for free!" and thats what Jason does. Tim films the proposal. Danny is just as horribly wasted as Jason because its Boor Beer. Its like 10pm now and Danny and Jason are like "we have to elope right now" which starts another road trip.
Anyways Jason wakes up fully sober for the first time in days 40 miles out from vegas to a ring pop on his hand, four new tattoos, and a grinning Tim who livestreamed Jason's wedding to the world.
Also in his vows he vowed to name their firstborn after Danny's super cool clone sister and Dick is devastated
can’t remember who said it first but still so obsessed with the idea that cas has sam in his phone as “dean’s brother”
abomination comma bloodfreak
I need less
"parents of force-sensitive child regret their decision to give their child to the Jedi because the Jedi all get killed in the end, and the Empire says the Jedi were evil and that must be true because the Jedi used CHILD SOLDIERS and oh if only they had never given their child to the evil Jedi in the first place"
and more
"parents of force-sensitive child hear that the Jedi are all being hunted down and killed for supposedly betraying the Republic, but they remember the kind Jedi who came and spent time with the village and explained what the life of a Jedi would involve and gave the parents months to make the decision, and also what kind of government kills the *children* of the people who supposedly were trying to betray the Republic, and so parents of force-sensitive child join the Rebellion in honor of their child's memory"
Anakin: I can’t tell Obi-Wan about our baby(ies), Padme! He’d obviously reject them and us!
Obi-Wan: [continuing to buy shit for Anakin’s kids even when his entire life has fallen apart and he no longer showers or sleeps in an actual bed]
