I think I left the teller at the bank genuinely disturbed when I told him that “If I can’t afford it, I just don’t buy it.” “What about a car? Do you drive a car?” he inquired, his voice toning on the edge of fear. I told him, “Yeah, I have a vehicle. I bought it used for under $3,000.” He looked physically pained. “What about if you want to buy some kind of new appliance? Or furniture?” he persisted. I stared at him blankly. “My couch was $5.00 at Goodwill. Like…I just buy shit cheap or I don’t buy it at all. The only thing in my life that I make payments on is my house, my bills, and my insurance, and that’s split five ways because I have housemates.” The young man looked horrified? Appalled? And somehow also awed? This guy couldn’t have been much older than me. But it seemed that he’d never even considered the option before of saving up for something to purchase it outright instead of using a credit card. Am I the only person in my general age group (just turned 26) who’s never owned a credit card, and who has forgone basic comforts in order to save up for items so you don’t owe money to anyone, like, ever?
I was planning at first to make Hanzo as the king of Atlantis just for the delight to imagine him say “You presume much to think you are welcome here” (one of the best lines of the movie). But well, who could be playing the role of Kida then?
Also I always loved the shot of the guards kneeling in front of their fallen king, so have the sons grieving their father instead (yes Genji is here and he’s green). Hanzo is not supposed to be there at his part of the movie but WHY NOT ?
Betty and Veronica observe (Y/N) and Jughead’s friendship, Jughead’s signature
grey beanie seeming to be a catalyst for the more flirtatious points in their
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first imagine, feedback is greatly appreciated!
Veronica and Betty sat in a booth at Pop’s, each girl
sipping on her own milkshake. They
smiled and laughed as they chatted about random topics, the subject ranging from
schoolwork to their friends. After their
giggles died down from joking about Kevin’s antics, the conversation landed on
the topic of (Y/N) and Jughead.
“So (Y/N) and Jughead have been friends forever, like you
and Archie, right?” Veronica asked.
“Yeah, they’ve been best friends for as long as any of us
could remember,” Betty said, smiling. “They
used to chase each other around everywhere.
It was so cute. I remember this
one time, we were in first grade and the four of us were playing in Archie’s
backyard. Suddenly, Jughead got down on
one knee, took off his beanie, and proposed to (Y/N).”
“No!” Veronica gasped, covering a smile.
“Yes!” Betty giggled.
“Archie and I were so shocked, but (Y/N) just smiled and put on the
beanie. She told him, ‘We’re much too
young to get married, Juggie. Ask me
again when we’re eighteen and I’ll say yes.’”
Veronica laughed and Betty soon joined her. Once their laughter subsided, Veronica’s
wandering eyes found Jughead sitting a few booths away, typing away on his
“Speak of the devil,” she smirked, pointing at him as Betty
turned around to look. He sat by
himself, ignorant to the world as he wrote his story.
“I’m surprised (Y/N)’s not with him,” Betty commented as she
turned back to face Veronica. She shrugged.
“I bet you she’ll walk in within the next ten minutes.”
Sure enough, a few minutes later (Y/N) entered the Chock’lit
Shoppe. She stood by the entrance for a
minute, her eyes scanning the diner.
Finally, she spotted Jughead and walked over to the booth. Sliding into the same seat as Jughead, she
rested her chin on his shoulder. Betty
and Veronica watched as her mouth moved, but they couldn’t hear what she was
“Ugh, I can’t hear them!” Veronica moaned. Betty nodded.
“Me too. Maybe we
could move a bit closer?” she suggested.
“But be subtle about it.” The girls
slowly picked up their milkshake glasses and shifted down a few booths, so now
they were within earshot of Jughead and (Y/N).
Neither of them seemed to notice.
“It’s very well-written,” (Y/N) commented, her eyes scanning
Jughead’s laptop screen. “Very eloquent
and ominous.” The corners of Jughead’s
lips curved upwards, but he didn’t take his eyes off the screen.
“Thanks,” he replied, continuing to type. Betty and Veronica continued to observe their
interactions, watching as Jughead continuously stole (Y/N)’s fries, to which
she would reciprocate with a slap on his arm.
At one point Jughead became so invested in his story that he completely
zoned out, unable to hear (Y/N).
“Juggie,” she pestered him, lightly poking his arm. “Come on, Jughead. Earth to Juggie?” He remained stoic as (Y/N) sighed, leaning
back in the seat. After a moment of
thought, she sprung up again. She
smirked as she snatched the beanie off of Jughead’s head and tugged it onto
hers. That seemed to snap him out of his
trace, because immediately he slammed his laptop shut and reached out to take
it back. (Y/N) giggled and ran out from
their booth, running over to Betty and Veronica. The two girls shifted so it would appear that
they weren’t eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Quick, move,” (Y/N) urged as she squeezed past Betty into
the booth. Jughead slowly approached
their table, his eyes never shifting from (Y/N).
“Give it back,” he demanded as he stood right in front of
the table. Betty and Veronica bit their
lips in an attempt to keep their giggles at bay. (Y/N) shook her head.
“Not unless you let me wear it tomorrow,” she
bargained. Jughead scoffed and crossed
“This isn’t a negotiation,” he told her. He leaned over to grab it off (Y/N)’s head,
but she swatted his arm away.
“This is a
negotiation,” she replied, smirking. “I
have something that we both want. I’m
proposing a fair deal to you. Take it or
leave it.” Jughead released an
exasperated sigh as he looked at Betty and Veronica.
“Can either of you please give that back to me?” he
pleaded. The two girls almost missed the
slight upward twitch of his lips.
Veronica pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile.
“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “I think it’s a fair deal.” Betty shrugged and nodded.
“I agree,” she stated.
Jughead let out another frustrated groan and (Y/N) smirked.
“The girls have spoken, Juggie. Do we have a deal?” she questioned.
“Fine,” Jughead agreed, rolling his eyes. (Y/N) smirked triumphantly, jumping over the
seat and out to stand next to Jughead.
He grabbed the beanie off her head and placed it onto his. A smirk began to creep onto his face.
“You didn’t make me pinky promise,” he taunted before
retreating back to their table. (Y/N)
huffed in anger as she stomped back to their booth, sitting down across from Jughead
with her arms crossed. Betty and
Veronica broke down into hysterical laughter.
“Oh my god!” Veronica laughed. “They’re like an old married couple!”
“Yeah they are,” Betty giggled. “I still can’t believe they’re just like
friends.” They both shook their heads as
they turned their attention back to (Y/N) and Jughead’s booth. The pair had stood up, Jughead’s laptop
tucked under his arm, and they exited the diner.
The next day at school, Betty and Veronica gave (Y/N)
confused stares as she roamed the hallways sporting Jughead’s signature grey
“That cannot be Jughead’s,” Veronica denied, shutting her
locker. “I mean, there’s no way Jughead
would actually give his beanie to her.
He never takes that thing off.” Betty
gave her a doubtful look.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he let her wear it,” Betty
replied as they began to walk to the student lounge. “He’s completely smitten with her.”
“He’s more smitten with his hat,” Veronica joked, both girls
Their suspicions were confirmed when they spotted Jughead in
the lounge, raven locks flowing freely.
He wore no beanie. (Y/N) entered
a few minutes later, still wearing Jughead’s beanie. She smirked as she walked over to him. Betty and Veronica turned to face them,
not-so-subtly attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Can I please have it back?” they heard Jughead whine. (Y/N) grinned and shook her head, putting her
hands over the beanie in case Jughead tried to snatch it off her head.
“I feel like an idiot without it on,” he complained. “Everyone’s giving me weird looks. And normally I don’t mind that, but I’m feeling quite vulnerable and exposed without my beanie.”
“A deal’s a deal, Juggie,” (Y/N) sing-songed, walking over
to sit next to Betty on the couch.
Jughead muttered under his breath and shook his head, but he followed (Y/N)
and leaned against the armrest of the couch.
The four friends chatted and laughed together, and Betty and Veronica
couldn’t help but notice Jughead’s frequent glances at (Y/N) and the wide smile
that never left his face.
Editing the source post since I’m getting a lot of asks as to what’s happening: I’m just playing back an animation. This is a x15 timelapse so that’s why it looks kinda weird. It normally doesn’t. This memory leak happens on literally anything you do. When I discovered it I thought it was just undos and redos, then I realized it also happened (at sonic speed) when playing back anims.
This is an issue specific to 3ds Max 2016. I don’t know if it happens in 2015, but I know for sure it doesn’t happen in 2014, which I’m going to stick with.
The model has 50 bones, uses a CAT rig, has 3475 triangles and its material uses two 512x512 TGAs (color & normal map).
P.S. the music is from UNDERTALE, please stop sending me messages about it (and I won’t tell you which tracks because you should play the game)
Une des choses que j'aime le plus en français, c'est les expressions qui nous paraissent normale à nous qui sommes habitués mais qui ne veulent absolument rien dire si on les traduit dans n'importe quelle autre langue.
One of the things I like the most in French are the totally weird expression which seems normal for us but don’t mean anything in any other language
( and YES I don’t know how many times I’ve gotten weird looks from English friends because: no, “ It’s like peeing in a violin” isn’t something that make sense in English)
So yeah in honour of this day, here are some of my favourite ( with approximate traditions )
- être copain comme cochon / friends like pig -> being best friends
- “ t'es con comme un balais” / “you’re as dumb as a broom” -> you’re a fucking idiot
- “vas te faire cuire un œuf!” / “ go and Cook yourself an egg” - > fuck off
- “ Elle pète plus haut que son cul” / “ she farts above her ass” -> she’s full of herself
- “ on s'en fout comme de l'en 40” / “ It’s as relevant as the 40’s ” -> I don’t give a shit about that
- “ je vais péter les plomb!” / “ I’m gonna break a fuse” -> go crazy
- avoir le cul bordé de nouilles / to have one’s ass filled with noodle -> be lucky
- “ça casse pas trois pattes à un canard” / it doesn’t break three legs to a duck -> it isn’t that extraordinary
And my favorite:
- “ouais c'est ça et mon cul c'est du poulet!” / “yeah right and my ass is made of chicken” -> I know you’re lying
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friendly reminder that if you came out as trans recently and being called by your name and pronouns feels a lil weird thats totally normal and it doesn’t mean you arent trans. being called something different than you grew up being called takes getting used to sometimes
Friendly reminder that stimming (repetitive behaviors such as flapping, rocking, pacing, hand wringing, leg bouncing, etc which are common in autistic people) isn’t pointless. When you work to suppress stimming, you’re not just ending a bad habit, you’re: 1) Taking away a natural coping method which allows autistic people to regulate their senses and thus can help them focus and cope in overstimulating situations. 2) Suppressing a natural part of an autistic persons body language by telling them that how they naturally move and express themselves is inappropriate and wrong. Doing this will be detrimental to an autistic persons well-being and the consequences of suppressing stimming will always outweigh the perks of “not looking weird.”
Allow stimming. Accept stimming. Normalize stimming.
Having dissociative amnesia is so weird because it’s not like normal forgetting where you’re kind of like “I think this happened but I don’t know the details”, it’s looking back at a period of your life and seeing absolutely nothing. There is nothing TO remember, it’s just like a big black pit where your childhood should be.
By popular demand: Peter finding out you’re pregnant.
Just in time for mother’s day!
Peter shut his eyes and looked away as he held back
your hair. He wasn’t doing the best job at it. A few strands had fallen in your
face, but he was too busy trying not to throw up himself, to bother tightening
his grip. He’d been in disgusting situations before. He’d grown up around
dozens of men who didn’t know what it meant to shower. He’d been covered in god
knows how many different types of alien muck. He’d been peer pressured—while drunk—to
eat all sorts of strange foods…and he was fine with it all. But when it came
to vomit, he could hardly hear the word without inwardly gagging a little.
Thankfully, none of his current shipmates tended to
get ill; save for one occasion when Drax caught the A’askavarian flu. Peter
physically locked him in the bathroom for the duration, and took to sleeping in
the cockpit, as far as possible from any noises. It was a rough few days for
his stomach—and Drax’s—but they both managed to survive, no thanks to Rocket’s incessant
But this situation was different. There was a
difference between friends and girlfriends, and that meant holding your hair back,
rather than flicking a band in your direction and running away, like he so
desperately wanted to do.
Some things they don't tell you about transitioning
• you’ll probably have bad acne. And also get facial hair. these two things together hurt like hell. Shaving is a bitch.
• the farther along you are in your transition, the less safe women will feel around you. Don’t be offended by this. If you’re walking at night, give women that you run across plenty of space. I’m sure you’ve walked by a man at night and clutched your keys a little tighter. Don’t give her a reason to feel scared.
• Carry extra deodorant in your bag. You’ll feel smelly all the time, and even if others don’t notice the smell, it’ll make you feel less anxious knowing you can put some on whenever.
• Your crotch will get more hairy. Like, a lot. If you shave, you’ll have a hard time getting it all. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.
• Your pee and your crotch in general may change smell and become a lot more pungent. As weird as it is, it’s normal. If it’s painful, see a doctor.
• Your face shape will change. At first, you may feel really ugly. It’s just because you aren’t used to how you look. As it becomes more familiar, you’ll see just how handsome you really are :)
• Some symptoms of T are also symptoms of pregnancy. Use protection during sex and buy a pregnancy test if you’re worried. T isn’t a foolproof pregnancy prevention.
• Some days, shots are harder to do than others. It’s okay. Take your time, and take deep breaths.
• Get used to voice cracks! They’ll happen often, and may be embarrassing, but eventually you won’t even remember that stage of your life. Singing is impossible during the voice crack stage.
• If you haven’t changed your name legally, picking up your prescription may be hard for you. Just imagine you’re picking up someone else’s order. Hundreds of people pick up medication there daily- they won’t remember your name.
• A time will come when strangers begin referring to you as he. It may throw you off. Try to play it cool, and celebrate once they leave
• There will be days where you feel like shit. Try to take a picture of yourself or record your voice pre-T. Seeing how far you’ve come can be a nice pick me up on those rough days.
It’s going to be tough, but you’ve made it this far. I’m so proud of you and what you’ll achieve. You’ve got this :)