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So I just simultaneously did, and possibly didn't lose my job today :)
Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.
So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.
But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.
It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?
So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:
Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.
And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. đ.
So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".
So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.
I don't know what else to say aside from I've been laughing all day and I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining Schrodinger's Unemployment to the benefits office.
Update that is not an update because I'm basically certain this isn't what actually happened:
My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.
Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.
Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.
Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).
Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues
(also shout out to the person who proposed Carmen Sandiego)
ACTUAL (partial) UPDATE:
According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.
Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.
For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.
So now I'm officially out of a job. Because my workplace was literally stolen in the night.
Actually fuck it let's share some photos cause I wouldn't be inclined to believe this myself. It's not like anyone can stalk me at my job now and I'm not gonna have to see any coworkers that might find my tumblr.
Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life
Aaand a close-up:
The last remains of a once Very Much Solid And Immobile Workplace
HEY HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE
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[cut to a kiosk on legs, sipping a boba, while wandering into the nearest forest on chicken legs]
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Lady in drive through had a bearded dragon sitting on her boobs and she held it up and let me pet it. killing myself canceled
art is not my strong suit but this is my best recreation of what i saw when i opened the window. i have to emphasize that she was supermodel levels of gorgeous
I uh. I think the watermelon broke her đ

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Jima was SO good at the show these last couple of days. I think it's only fair to reward her with a sushi dinner.
Full of sashimi and falling asleep in the banana bed
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The Artemis II images are making me emotional for a lot of reasons but one of them is:
From "The Eve of Judgement Day" by Robert L. Reiner, sequential art historian, exhibitions curator and defender of banned books:
In the March-April 1953 issue of the comic book Weird Fantasy, an astronaut named Tarlton is sent to evaluate a planet for inclusion in the Great Galactic Republic. He finds a world which is designed based on Earthâs history, values, and legacy, and populated by sentient robots segregated by color. The robots are identical in every other way. After a thorough review of the education, living conditions and treatment of the âinferiorâ blue robots, he concludes that this society needs to evolve further to join. The orange robots protest, not understanding where they fell short. But Tarlton assures them that there is reason for hope. Tarlton explains that his world had had a similar history but in time was able to move forward and mend its ways. When the astronaut returns to his spaceship and removes his helmet, we see that he is a Black man. The story, Judgment Day, was a bold and potentially suicidal move for a comic book publisher. In a medium which more often would feature a muscular white super-hero or a funny cartoon animal, Entertaining Comics (EC) placed in one of its science fiction comics a tale in which the only human being is a Black man.

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TIL âYankee Doodleâ was written by the British to mock americans. âDoodleâ is thought to come from the German âdĂśdelâ, meaning âfoolâ or âsimpletonâ and âmacaroni,â a flamboyantly stylish type of dress, painting the Yankees as morons who thought placing a feather in oneâs cap made them a âdandy.â
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so youâre telling me that âstuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroniâ would be like saying âwrote a G on his belt and called it gucciâ
thatâsâŚa pretty good analogy actually
US moron came to town
Hunting for some coochie
Wrote a G up on his belt
And this bitch called it Gucci
Seeing my notifications get flooded with this every July 4th is the only thing I respect about America
sketching this armor took forever but it's worth it i think. onto painting for this! >:)
Sound designing a vampire being hit in the face with a shovel is... challenging. Who would've guessed.
[Audio transcript: Ben Galpin voicing Jonathan Harker from Dracula by Bram Stoker. He says, "There was no lethal weapon at hand, but I seized a shovel which the workmen had been using to fill the cases, and lifting it high, struck, with the edge downward, at the hateful face," followed by a cartoon "bonk" and the Wilhelm scream. End transcript]
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NASA just dropped the closest image ever taken of Jupiter
@hamletthedaneâs tags: #Vincent Van Gogh is crying somewhere in the after and Iâm crying just thinking about that#you knew!! you saw the patterns!! there is a whole planet painted in the oils from your brush!!#TIL that the craft Juno went as close as 4000km from Jupiterâs weather surface#for context: the craft was closer to Jupiter than NYC is to LA#which is space terms is like. basically being on the planet#holy shit

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I was trying to put into words some of the worldbuilding I have around Sky Balletâs universe + the reason their Primus is basically a benevolent eldritch abomination of incomprehensible age that makes Crossed Sparksâ much younger Primus seem like a fresh intern on the first week of the job, so here it is:
The universe of Sky Ballet as a whole is incomprehensibly old. So old that in a lot of ways it resembles Swiss cheese more than anything, riddled with holes that lead to other universes or to the void between universes or nowhere at all. So old that it borders on mindbreak horror even for the Transformers themselves and they already have the capability to live to insane lifespans.
We briefly see Optimusâ personal ID and forging date in Sparks and based on that, Cybertronian civilization should have started around 180 million cycles ago, but thatâs a bit misleading. 180 million cycles ago was not the start of their civilization; itâs when their last calendar reset happened.
Culture and history ebb and flow and repeat, but there comes a point where keeping all of that old knowledge becomes redundant and irrelevant. In general they tend to do a calendar reset every 250-300 million cycles, because thatâs how long Rung usually lives. When the mortal incarnation of Primus dies, the church does a big funerary ceremony, enter a few centuries of mourning period (this would be considered âcycle 0â and doesnât have a predetermined length as such) until Rung is reborn and they start the calendar anew from cycle 1.
Because of the ungodly timespans involved in their civilizationâs history, the mortal Cybertronians donât tend to keep track of things from past calendar eras all that well. They hold onto records from their current era and maybe the one before, but anything before that? Only Primus knows what went down back then, quite literally.
At the end of an era, as part of the funeral, Primus renders anything and everything capable of storing data inoperable for a few days while he uploads the entire historical database to his own archives. This is what makes the Matrixâs internal archive so special: itâs the only thing in the entire universe that holds all the collected historical data from the entirety of Transformers history. Which is, consequently, why you canât simply browse the damn thing; you need to know exactly what you are looking for to find literally anything in it.
(As a side note, while Balletâs Primus is much too âbigâ and multidimensional to really meaningfully interact with his children and the material universe, having all that comprehensive knowledge + the personal experiences of every Rung who ever lived means that on the rare occasion when he does actively enact his will on the universe through a proxy or another, he has a fairly decent idea how to express his benevolence in ways that wonât misfire horribly for the targets of his love, at least by divine standards. Not to say that he never fucked up before, but who hasnât turned an entire colony of thousands into sparkeaters by trying to fix a much less harmful coding error in the population before, right?)
The age of the universe has some other consequences as well; some parts of it are looping, other parts are looping sometimes⌠any kind of metaphysical bullshit you can imagine can happen in Balletâs universe. Universes like to coil up and loop in on themselves, metaphorically speaking, so if something is significant enough to leave an imprint on the fabric of the universe itself, then it will likely repeat in a different era. Itâs entirely possible that almost the same civil war plays out with almost the same people every couple of eras, their history just literally doesn't go back far enough to document it.
(This is also why, while Primus is devastated over Unicronâs death and is expected to be in mourning for the foreseeable uuuuh forever probably, there was no divine repercussion for them killing a capital G God. This has happened before and itâs only a matter of time before Unicron pops back into existence eventuallyâalthough being âkilledâ definitely put him out of commission for a couple of eras at least.)
This also opens up the possibility of other shenanigans, like some degree of foresight/future sight: if someone happens to get glimpses of a past era where things were similar enough, they might be able to make guesses about how things would progress in their own era, but these visions are never fully reliable because the past era could diverge at literally any point and lead to a different outcome.
All in all, it doesnât really come up in either fic, but I wanted this contrast to exist between the two when I hashed out the background for them: Crossed Sparksâ young universe, their Cybertron in its first ever era with barely 4 million years of history, where the civil war is still avoidable because it hasnât been etched into the fabric of the universe, coming into contact with Sky Balletâs ancient universe, where everything is just more, reiterated and evolving over and over again with each repetition until you can put Sparksâ D-16 and Balletâs Megatron next to each other and they are barely recognizable as the same person.
I was trying to put into words some of the worldbuilding I have around Sky Balletâs universe + the reason their Primus is basically a benevolent eldritch abomination of incomprehensible age that makes Crossed Sparksâ much younger Primus seem like a fresh intern on the first week of the job, so here it is:
The universe of Sky Ballet as a whole is incomprehensibly old. So old that in a lot of ways it resembles Swiss cheese more than anything, riddled with holes that lead to other universes or to the void between universes or nowhere at all. So old that it borders on mindbreak horror even for the Transformers themselves and they already have the capability to live to insane lifespans.
We briefly see Optimusâ personal ID and forging date in Sparks and based on that, Cybertronian civilization should have started around 180 million cycles ago, but thatâs a bit misleading. 180 million cycles ago was not the start of their civilization; itâs when their last calendar reset happened.
Culture and history ebb and flow and repeat, but there comes a point where keeping all of that old knowledge becomes redundant and irrelevant. In general they tend to do a calendar reset every 250-300 million cycles, because thatâs how long Rung usually lives. When the mortal incarnation of Primus dies, the church does a big funerary ceremony, enter a few centuries of mourning period (this would be considered âcycle 0â and doesnât have a predetermined length as such) until Rung is reborn and they start the calendar anew from cycle 1.
Because of the ungodly timespans involved in their civilizationâs history, the mortal Cybertronians donât tend to keep track of things from past calendar eras all that well. They hold onto records from their current era and maybe the one before, but anything before that? Only Primus knows what went down back then, quite literally.
At the end of an era, as part of the funeral, Primus renders anything and everything capable of storing data inoperable for a few days while he uploads the entire historical database to his own archives. This is what makes the Matrixâs internal archive so special: itâs the only thing in the entire universe that holds all the collected historical data from the entirety of Transformers history. Which is, consequently, why you canât simply browse the damn thing; you need to know exactly what you are looking for to find literally anything in it.
(As a side note, while Balletâs Primus is much too âbigâ and multidimensional to really meaningfully interact with his children and the material universe, having all that comprehensive knowledge + the personal experiences of every Rung who ever lived means that on the rare occasion when he does actively enact his will on the universe through a proxy or another, he has a fairly decent idea how to express his benevolence in ways that wonât misfire horribly for the targets of his love, at least by divine standards. Not to say that he never fucked up before, but who hasnât turned an entire colony of thousands into sparkeaters by trying to fix a much less harmful coding error in the population before, right?)
The age of the universe has some other consequences as well; some parts of it are looping, other parts are looping sometimes⌠any kind of metaphysical bullshit you can imagine can happen in Balletâs universe. Universes like to coil up and loop in on themselves, metaphorically speaking, so if something is significant enough to leave an imprint on the fabric of the universe itself, then it will likely repeat in a different era. Itâs entirely possible that almost the same civil war plays out with almost the same people every couple of eras, their history just literally doesn't go back far enough to document it.
(This is also why, while Primus is devastated over Unicronâs death and is expected to be in mourning for the foreseeable uuuuh forever probably, there was no divine repercussion for them killing a capital G God. This has happened before and itâs only a matter of time before Unicron pops back into existence eventuallyâalthough being âkilledâ definitely put him out of commission for a couple of eras at least.)
This also opens up the possibility of other shenanigans, like some degree of foresight/future sight: if someone happens to get glimpses of a past era where things were similar enough, they might be able to make guesses about how things would progress in their own era, but these visions are never fully reliable because the past era could diverge at literally any point and lead to a different outcome.
All in all, it doesnât really come up in either fic, but I wanted this contrast to exist between the two when I hashed out the background for them: Crossed Sparksâ young universe, their Cybertron in its first ever era with barely 4 million years of history, where the civil war is still avoidable because it hasnât been etched into the fabric of the universe, coming into contact with Sky Balletâs ancient universe, where everything is just more, reiterated and evolving over and over again with each repetition until you can put Sparksâ D-16 and Balletâs Megatron next to each other and they are barely recognizable as the same person.