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*so quiet you can barely hear me*
Do you sell wet cookies....
I just woke up.
Why is this on my dashboard.
underappreciated edgeworth things: when he drops the me, an intellectual, bit for eight seconds and underneath he’s just some bitch from california
dullahandame
[ID: a series of screenshots from various Ace Attorney games, featuring Miles Edgeworth as he says various things. His words are as follows. 1. “I’ll warn you… I’ve been known to be a real stuck-up jerk…” 2. “Yeah! Mr. Wright.” 3. “You’re not the one who was ‘cool’! It’s the Steel Samurai who is cool.” 4. “Only two pieces? I believe the proper phrase here is, ‘you fail.’“ 5. “…But your credibility phoned just now and told me to tell you to ‘put a sock in it.’“ 6. “As if.” End ID]
bigwordsandsharpedges
Theres a novel by Poul Anderson called The High Crusade, which has an alien spacecraft land in rural England in 1345 during the Hundred Year’s War. The local baron has been raising an army to help King Edward against the French, and immediately assumes this must be some kind of enemy trick.
In a way, he’s correct: the aliens are scouts for a brutal and repressive interstellar empire, which has dominated numerous planets through their devastating technology.
Unfortunately, this reliance on advanced weapons means they’ve completely forgotten all forms of melee combat and Sir Roger of Tourneville leads his militia to defeat the aliens easily.
They spare a single enemy, forcing him to fly the ship at spearpoint. They intend to raid behind enemy lines, capture the king of France to end the war, and then go onward to reclaim the Holy Land using the same tactic.
In an attempt to outwit the knights, the alien pilot actually travels to the nearest Imperial planet, where he expects the occupying military forces to save him.
I won’t spoil the details, but the knights accept this as a challenge and declare the launch of the “high crusade”.
That last picture is so stupidly badass I might tattoo that next to my dick cause it ain’t getting any better after that
Would a bow and arrow work in space?
the types of media i like can be placed in one of two categories:
type 1: oh my god this thing is amazing, i love it, i could go on hours long rants about how well executed it was. it has its faults but overall it's excellent.
type 2: i didn't say it was good, i said i liked it
Type 1:
Type 2:
Anyway I am so obsessed with the aai mangas you have no idea. In particular for Gumshoe and Edgeworth’s dynamic
humorverse
made a positive meme for u
What about when you feel like everyone hates everyone?
Get off social media.
@foolsiwillshowthemall: That’s actually pretty much why I left Facebook.
Rlly hope my shadow version: they/heflop is doing well xx
Bold of you to assume I'm the shadow version 🙄
ten years of fighting and when shit hits the fan tumblr instantly has reddit’s back. the greatest enemies to lovers story ever told.
you understand
Oops, my hand slipped–
humanizations of websites have returned. nature is healing, capitalism is the virus
THE FANART
hi i'm thinking about the inherently incredibly tragic concept of miles and franziska both being jealous of each other in regards to their circumstances regarding, relationship with, and treatment from von karma during their childhoods. franziska being jealous of miles getting all the attention. miles being jealous of franziska being able to avoid von karma and even being able to, should it come to that, momentarily slip up and have it go relatively unnoticed provided she corrects it quickly enough. difficult to explain. they're both miserable and they both think being in the other's situation could fix them (it could not)
We first started trying to make Dungeons & Drag Queens happen in 2019, mere months after D20 premiered.
4 years later, it all came together spontaneously and magically.
HUGE thanks to our queens, as well as Brian and Aly at PEG, for going on this adventure with us.
edgeworth: it doesn’t suit someone like you to cry useless tears, wright
phoenix:
Phoenix makes the great sacrifice of flipping himself over like a stranded fish, and is rewarded with the sight of Miles in a robe, pouring tea.
"Do you take milk or sugar?"
"Come the fuck back over here."
Miles blinks at him.
"You heard me."
Deliberately, Miles takes a sip of his tea, then puts the cup down. Phoenix opens his arms wide, realizing briefly that he stinks, not caring, and it works out fine because Miles moves straight into them, climbing on to the bed and dropping on Phoenix like a great big cat.
Phoenix hugs him. He hugs him as hard as he can. He squeezes so hard his muscles ache. He splays his fingers around Miles's sides.
Miles lets out a brief huff, then a small amused snort, and then he gives as good as he gets. Ooof: Miles is strong. Stronger than Phoenix had figured. Then again, Phoenix is realizing that Miles has a bit more muscle on him than Phoenix had imagined. He'd never really had time to appreciate that before, has never really had time for things to not be urgent and dramatic. He's never had time for tea and a robe and a hug that feels like it's massaging his soul.
"Hey," says Phoenix, smiling and kind of stupid. "Hey. Hey, there."
"Hello," says Miles, with a hint of a laugh in his voice. "Good morning."
"Yeah? You think so?"
"It's all right so far."
"That's good: don't get your hopes up."
"I would never." And Miles actually kisses him on the side of the head. Hard. Phoenix thinks he may have just emitted actual hearts.