Day 21. Drain（流れ出る） Blue eyed bunnies coming out of a smartphone.
Enemy machines can spot Aloy a mile away, but as soon as you override one of them they are suddenly blind and deaf to the stompings of other machines.
Come on buddy, pay attention.
[OCs] i just wanna live in this moment forever, 'cause i'm aftaid that livin' couldn't get any better
alt verion bc i find it hilarious
A comic I made based on dream I had shortly before starting HRT. Choosing my own destiny 🌸 Though what I thought I wanted when I was younger no longer fits who I am, my future is full of abundance and possibility.
DOUBLE UPLOAD IN A ROW BECAUSE gwen stacy is a trans bicon and i had to draw it.
you can not and will not change my mind ! !
Movie adaptation cartesian plane where x axis is "good/enjoyable film" to "dogshit" and y axis is "faithful to the source material" to "an entirely different story"
am I making sense
Some additions from the notes
To everyone who has reminded me that the Percy Jackson movies exist, I hate you, thanks.
Gee, Tumblr would probably really hate it if you shared and spread this damning article … To the surprise of absolutely none of Tumblr’s LGBTQ users, it turns out the independent NYC human rights agency Commission on Human Rights (CCHR) found that Tumblr’s ham-fisted adult content ban in December 2018 disproportionately targeted LGBTQ users. The CCHR’s investigation revealed Tumbler’s moderation algorithms is demonstrably biased against queer content. As part of the settlement, Tumblr was obligated to review their prejudicial anti-gay moderation policies. Even more mortifyingly, they’ve also had to hire an expert on sexual orientation and gender identity (SOGI) issues and provide unconscious bias training to their moderators. I frankly doubt Tumblr has learned a thing from this humbling experience. Just recently the Tumblr algorithm flagged three ancient posts of mine as violating their terms. All three “offenders” were vintage homoerotic beefcake images (softcore by modern standards) roughly 50 – 65-years-old by Bruce of Los Angeles, Bob Mizer and Tom of Finland. (These are of course pioneering queer artists who routinely faced censorship and imprisonment in the fifties and sixties. Plus ca change!). They've been visible on my page - corrupting viewers - for years at this point. I appealed all three immediately. Only the Tom of Finland one was approved. The other two are now hidden. So, they haven't learned much. Apparently, Tumblr – who loves to declare how hip, youthful, inclusive and progressive their values are - wants to restore trust with their queer users. I’d recommend we remember their hypocrisy when Pride rolls around and Tumblr splashes rainbow flags everywhere and attempts to pink wash their image.
In honour of Pride Month, this is worth a reblog! Don’t buy into Tumblr’s hypocritical “pink washing.”
trying to find something out so please rb and give your opinion on these cookies specifically in the tags
He does chew wires, but im pretty sure thats what elon is doing too.
Least weasel/vessla in its white winter coat. Värmland, Sweden (February 12, 2023).
Y'know the first time I had HRT explained to me it sounded like bullshit. You're saying if I take the right meds, put enough girl juice in, take the guy juice out, then I'll just slowly transform into a girl? I mean that sounds like bullcrap right, that's made up. But no it just works like that cause the human body is stupid and doesn't know shit, so you can just trick it into being a girl body.
So when I heard GRS works by flipping your dick inside out and stuffing it inside you. Man. If the first thing sounded like bullshit this sounds like double bullshit. But no it just works like that cause it's all the same organs they just grew weird. It's fucking dumb, man. The human body is dumb as shit. I was sceptical but no it looks totally normal, that's a vagina. This is so dumb. It's dumb that it works like that.
It took a surgeon three hours to turn my outtie into an innie and now I have what looks like a totally natural female body. This is so fucking stupid
Real, I get you
Laika: 1954-1957
Opportunity Rover: 2004-2019
I THOUGHT I WAS DONE BEING HURT BY THIS BUT NOPE. I WAS WRONG.
the idea behind a grim (a big friendly ghost dog) is that because the first soul buried in a burial yard would be its guardian they would bury a Very Good Boy there first so a human wouldn’t be stuck at the gate so to speak. so in that way Laika is continuing an ancient tradition of a guardian spirit protecting the souls of everyone who passes after her.
Reconstruction of the clothes of women from the Minoan era in Crete (reconstructions made by Dr. Bernice Jones).
The clothes of Minoan women were surprising with their style and variety of patterns. Greek women of later times wore clothes with completely different stylistic solutions. The exposed breasts were a characteristic feature of the dress of Minoan and Mycenaean women. They attached great importance to their attire, wear and used jewelry. They wore a wide and long skirt with a decorative belt tightening the waist and a tight-fitting bra with a metal frame revealing the breasts. They put on coats or capes on cooler days. Hair, intricately combed, was decorated with brown or gold ribbons, beads or headbands. Others wore appropriate headgear. They wore unusual hats. Some were wide, while others were tall, almost completely covering their hair, decorated with feathers or ribbons.
It can be seen at the Hellenistic Museum in Melbourne, Australia. The reconstructions are based on frescoes.
Photos: Tahney Fosdike.
Rule 12 of the Official Evil Villain Rulebook™ states that “One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that they spot will be corrected.” You, as the local villain you decide to do just that. It soon turns out your plans have quite a few flaws in them.
“What the hell is this?” I ask.
Claude looks down and back at me.
“It’s a child, ma'am.”
I bury my head in my hands. God damnit, why did I have to get one with such a dry sense of humor?
“No,” I reply and gesture to the book. “This. What the hell is this book.”
The child wanders over to my desk and starts poking around. Am I supposed to stop him? I don’t know how to deal with children.
Claude’s eyes are sparkling, he’s enjoying this too much.
“Ma'am, it’s part of the Henchman’s Union’s auditing process. To maintain good standing with the Union, our organization needs to adhere to the rulebook. If Sam finds any flaws in your evil plans, remedial action will be necessary.”
“So what, we’re being audited by a five year old.”
“I’m five and three quarters,” Sam pipes up.
This is exactly why Lady Lacuna works alone, isn’t it? I always wondered why she insists on maintaining all her equipment herself. She doesn’t want the hassle of dealing with the Union.
My wrist twinges in pain. It’s been two months since Jackrabbit broke my wrist, two weeks since I got the cast off and started physical therapy, but it still reminds me every so often that it’s hurt.
I need Claude. To be honest, I like Claude. He’s a really good henchman, an amazing henchman even. Maybe he’s a little too charismatic for the typical henchman, but I don’t really mind, he’s good for PR.
Even if I didn’t want him around, he’s stuck on contract with me for at least four more months.
Now, you might be asking, Ion, why not just take a break from supervillainy until you heal up?
I mean, yeah I could have done that. Look… I’m a supervillain. I can’t just not do supervillain stuff.
Also, I’m in the middle of like… this huge conspiracy. The city council election is a couple months away and Jackrabbit has his dirty little paws wrist deep in it. The whole thing stinks of corruption.
Contrary to popular belief, superheroes kinda suck.
“Okay, fine,” I say and throw my hands in the air. “Show Sam the plans for the Friday rally.”
Claude twirls his mustache and has the nerve to wink at me.
Did I mention that half the reason I keep him around is because he makes amazing coffee? It’s almost better than Emily’s…
(don’t tell her I said that or nobody will find your body)
Sam’s squinting at the diagrams I have on the walls.
“What’s this stuff?” Sam asks after a moment.
“It’s a map of the convention center,” I sigh. “The red squiggly bits are how I’m going to get in.”
Security’s obviously going to be tight, but I feel like I’ve got a pretty solid plan to disrupt the rally and execute step one of my revenge against Jackrabbit.
“Okay, how do you get out? Jackrabbit is turbo fast. He’s gunna get you.”
I open my mouth, but fall silent. I squint at the diagram. The fire exits are all blocked by grandstands or whatever (holy shit, that’s really fucked up, did I mention how awful superheros are?).
It’s a trap.
The whole stupid rally is a trap Jackrabbit set for me.
And a five year old figured that out in 30 seconds.