Desertduo Vigilante AU Masterpost

We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like

Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.

Crews Quick Guide to Humans

Quiet humans are not defective. Loud humans are not defective. Unless there is a significant change, assume your human is operating at normal levels.

Human words do not mean the same thing all the time. Look up the study of human tone if you want to always know what your human means.

Human females will smell of blood each month. If this changes, ask your human in private if something happened.

Human males often do not know how loud they are. Asking them to lower their voice is not offensive.

Human cultures vary greatly and various cultures have conflicting beliefs. Most humans will not be offended if you cannot keep up with this.

Humans do not share a hive mind but do have several musical triggers that activate a human chorus. These triggers transcend most cultural and language barriers.

All Stabby units come with a human locator setting. Use liberally.

Ask for a detailed explanation before agreeing to join a human on any non work activity.

Be aware of human hobbies and skills. Humans enjoy company and will likely teach you whatever they know. It is also beneficial to know what your human may do should they get bored.

Do not be too concerned over what humans ingest, so long as they do so willingly and with the full knowledge of what they are ingesting.

Unless you hear a human say something along the lines of ‘I hope this works’ or ‘here goes nothing’, assume they have a working knowledge at the attempted task.

If you hear a human say one of the above phrases, take cover as it is likely too late to stop or report them.

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

I’m gonna put this here cause while I don’t have a huge following I know there are people that look at the stuff I have posted or reposted. If you think what the fascist, racist, rapist, carpet bombing, aid destroying, murdering, war criminals of Isnotreal are justified, get the fuck off my page. You wanna reblog this and hate on me go ahead. You’re just ensuring more people see it and more people know what kind of person you are. I’m not brave, I’m not out there risking my livelihood and my life at protests, but I can do this. I can make sure that even a more few people see this and just a few more people can spread it or donate. I’m one voice, but I’m one voice in billions. Together we’re making noise that can’t be ignored.

Hello everybody.

Please share resources and don’t keep silent about Palestine. Dedicate your day for them today. Do not ignore them, do not let their voices go unheard.

Here are some resources you can share around:

daily click

esims for Gaza

call for a ceasefire

donate feminine hygiene kits

learn about Palestine

Education, sources, donations

Shut it down for Palestine

Please do not ignore this post, share as much information and resources as you can for Palestine.

 If you like your story, then that’s a good enough reason to write it. If you like the plot twist, the character, the trope, then that’s more than enough of a reason to write it. It’s your story, your own little world, and what matters most is that it’s a story you love.

Toonz Software Used by Studio Ghibli and 'Futurama' Being Made Free and Open Source

Studio Ghibli’s animation software will be made available via open source this month. 

That’s right…💯% free.

Read more on CartoonBrew.com

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

cliché but classic trope: when the person who almost died wakes up in a hospital bed, looks around and sees the object of their affection sleeping uncomfortably in the chair next to them because they haven’t moved in days.

Interviewer: So, how would you describe your relationship with your Jedi?

Rex: *long, long, long, long sigh* Idiot siblings.

Cody: don't get me started

Rex: to clarify, I'm not the idiot.

Colt: *wordlessly pulls up sleeve to reveal "I-heart-Mom" tattoo on his bicep*

Cody: I have sympathy for Rex because Skywalker just DOES things but Kenobi, he, he thinks things through, and then he STILL does those things even if they're HORRIBLE IDEAS—

Fox: *chugs coffee, slams cup down so hard it breaks* bold of you to assume I have a Jedi

Gree: Not family, but definitely close friends.

Cody: —reckless, ridiculously self-sacrificing, no regard for his own safety—

Grey, dead serious, no hesitation: caleb is my son

Whatever clones are in Master Tapal's battalion: *chanting, one of them holds Cal up like Simba* BABY BOY BABY BOY BABY BOY

Cody: —can't even leave him alone for two minutes because he goes and loses his lightsaber in the middle of a battle—

Ponds: I'd like to say we're blood-brothers bound through the heat of battle because that sounds neat, but honestly, Master Windu and I, we're—we're fire-forged coworkers.

Wolffe: I can neither confirm nor deny that I bought Master Plo a Galaxy's Best Dad mug

Cody, staring vacantly into space: I'm so underpaid

Bly: no comment

gooooood morning for the promt thingy: "i’m not leaving you here" but don't stress yourself!!!! hope youll have a great day ((:

content warning for minor descriptions of injuries!

“Fox,” Thire whispers, kneeling down to the awfully still body lying in the hallway.

Fox is cold. But when he presses his fingers against the small patch of skin below his helmet he can feel his steady pulse, though too fast. He sends Nova a comm telling them to prepare a bed.

“Hey, Commander,” Thire tries again, nudging him. Fox groans this time.

“Fuck off.”

“You’re lying in the middle of the hallway,” Thire notes. “Come on, let’s get you up. Nova is waiting.”

“No,” Fox says.

“No?”

“Hurts. Moving—It hurts. Just leave me here for a bit. I’ll—I’ll be up later.”

Thire frowns. “I’m not leaving you here, Fox. Where does it hurt?”

“Head. Back. Everywhere.”

“Okay. How about this? I pick you up and get you to medical without you having to do a thing, and once you’re there Nova can help you.”

“It’ll hurt.”

“You’re very strong and brave.”

“Stop talking to me like I’m shiny,” Fox bites. Then sighs. “Okay. You can carry me.”

Thire carefully lifts his brother into his arms. Fox is quiet. If Thire had to guess he’d say that he’s biting back any noises that’d indicate he’d be in pain.

There’s blood sipping through the armor.

“Fox, how badly are you hurt,” Thire croaks as he arranges Fox to be as comfortable as possible and then quickly starts walking.

“I’ll live.”

“Fuck. What did he do to you?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Probably from—the shocks.”

“You’re in shock?”

“No, dumbass. Electrical shocks.”

“Fucking hell, Fox.”

Fox doesn’t respond. He leans against Thire’s chestplate and Thire hears him breathe heavily through the helmet.

“Almost there, Commander,” he tries. Fox doesn’t respond.

As soon as he enters medbay Nova is in front of him, taking Fox’s still form out of his arms and wordlessly moving him to one of the beds. “Help him get that off,” they instruct. Thire moves to remove Fox’s individual armor pieces, and once those are gone Nova helps sit Fox up so they can get him out of his undersuit. Thire has to stop himself from wincing as he sees the bruises covering his body.

“I’ll kill him one day,” Thire says. Nova injects something in Fox’s arm and Fox takes the treatment silently, not quite looking at them. He does squeeze Thire’s hand back when Thire moves to hold his. “You know you can’t,” he breathes.

“Why were you in the hallway in the first place?”

“Wanted to go to my room after. Didn’t get further.”

“Idiot,” Thire says.

“I outrank you. Have—fuck, that hurts.”

Nova works quietly. Fox tightens his hold on Thire’s hand, and Thire imagines what it’d be like to put a bullet through the Chancellor’s skull.