This Was A Huge Problem Of Mine When I Started Playing Videogames XD

Can confirm for Lake Michigan (though I always thought her a friend); two hours into a lovely day at the beach was when the coastguard showed up to save us.

Superior, though. Her our father always taught us to fear. It never stopped us swimming, but it kept us safe.

Whereabouts do you live, roughly speaking, and what drew you to that place in particular?

I'm in Michigan, and that's as specifically as I will answer that question! We have really lethal lakes.

Worst pun I've seen in at least a week, all hail all praise. Best I could've done was say they were slated for love, I need to up my game.

Somehow the first time I've seen memes about this incredibly meme-able book.

it's bad image friday. when i post bad images (i know he doesn't actually say that btw)

As tiring as all this shit is, I can't in good faith continue to use spotify.

For anyone else jumping ship, I used exportify.app to save my favorite playlists.

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Edit: I'm used to maybe getting a like or two with the occasional single reblog (of mostly shitposts) so when I saw "99+" notifications I thought my app had glitched. So you can imagine my overwhelm when I was hoping to actually reach someone for once but never ever expected this, much less 10k or even 1k (or 100 if I'm being honest!). I do see people's questions and wanted to be able to provide answers but other users have already been very helpful! (thank you all so much!) So I recommend going through the notes for tips and suggestions.

So far I've downloaded Deezer and used a combination of tunemymusic and soundiz to transfer my playlists. Some seemed to only transfer the name of the playlist but no songs so I'd try the other site then it would work fine. I forget which but one has transferring more than 500 tracks at a time behind a paywall so I just did one playlist at a time and it worked. It also lets you check/uncheck individual tracks. I also like that it would show you what didn't transfer (for not being on Deezer) so I can find them elsewhere. I think the most that failed at once was maybe like 10ish tracks from my anime playlist which makes sense. It was a few specific artists.

I usually try to keep my blog peaceful (but not necessarily neutral) because we all need an escape from doomscrolling and people don't realize how quickly they can drown out your entire timeline/feed/dash/etc with said doom, despairing, and even flagrant misinformation. It doesn't mean I'm ignoring what's going on or not doing the work irl. I personally have days when I just don't have the mental capacity to process all the terrible things happening and need to see just fanart or laugh at shitposts so my goal is to provide that space for anyone needing that same breather. Hell, I just lost my job less than two weeks ago in an unexpected layoff and rent's due in a couple days so that's where my focus has been instead of the news. So I'm super grateful that one of my rare "please look at this" moments was actually, well, seen.

I always found Molten Man amusing for how quickly he speedran his descent into villiany. Especially since he's not a criminal beforehand, just sort of a jerk. Normal Dingus to Straight-Up Supervillain in, at most, 15 seconds. Dude's face heel turn was a pirouette.

There are two kinds of people when they get superpowers... Amazing Spiderman 28

My first ask answer! And it was all I could have hoped for! :D I didn't even think of there being security footage, poor Spock XD

Hello, you said your asks were open for McSpirk prompts so how about: due to a mix up with the fire detection system, Spock is unexpectedly fire-hose'd. Which is decently dangerous for humans, probably worse for deserts species, and unfortunately would look absolutely ridiculous. McCoy must valliantly stick to his medical ethics instead of laughing at Spock's wet-cat not-misery.

This was an EXCELLENT prompt. It ended up longer than I usually make these, because I was having fun playing in the space. Thank you for sending this in!!

“Well, that’s no good.” 

“Mr. Scott, the engine of the Galileo 7 is smoking.” 

Scotty peeked his head out of the shuttles door to stare at Spock with tired eyes. “Aye, Mr. Spock. I am aware that the engine is smoking.” 

They were in the shuttle bay, making some necessary repairs after their most recent mission.

“I suggest you remedy that immediately,” Spock said firmly.

Scotty sighed. “Your suggestion has been noted, Mr. Spock. Though some assistance may help me remedy the situation faster.” 

Spock paused for a moment, a brow lightly arched. And then, with a nod, he said, “Understood. I will examine the exterior.” 

He stepped around to the front of the shuttle and trailed a careful hand across its surface. Scotty retreated back into the shuttle, and within moments, Spock could hear the clanging and banging of repairs. 

There was a spark, and heavy, dark smoke puffed out of the shuttle. Spock’s brow furrowed. “Mr. Scott–” 

His words were interrupted by the sound of an alarm. Red lights began to spin around the shuttle bay. Spock barely had time to process what was happening before the walls opened up, and the anti-fire apparatus settled into place. 

Spock’s eyes grew minutely wider with realization as the system turned on, and a wall of icy cold water smashed into him.

It was powerful enough to send him flying; his back hit the windshield of the Galileo 7.

When the water pressure finally ceased, Spock found himself drenched to the bone, with his back against the cracked windshield of the shuttle, and a soreness already seeping into his bones. 

Scotty jumped out of the shuttle. “Mr. Spock! Are you alright?” 

Spock took a deep breath and blinked as he tried to get his bearings. He sat up slowly and slid off the front of the shuttle. His boots hit the ground with a squelch. 

When Spock offered no immediate response, Scotty frowned. “You’d best head to Sickbay, Mr. Spock. I’ll get things cleaned up here.” 

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McCoy had seen all sorts of things in his years as a doctor. 

A sopping wet Vulcan was a new addition to the list. 

As Spock stepped into Sickbay, McCoy had to turn quickly to stifle a laugh. Now’s not the time, he reminded himself. He was a doctor, and if Spock was here, that meant he actually needed him. 

And so, he gathered his senses and turned back around as straight-faced as he could manage. “So,” he said, “what happened to you?”

“A fire system malfunctioned in the shuttle bay,” Spock responded shortly, as if that answered all his questions. “I only wish for you to check me over and confirm I am able to return to duty.” 

McCoy motioned towards the nearest biobed. “Have a seat.”

He had to turn around again as Spock made his way across the room. Each step caused his boots to squeak, and there was a puddle left behind when his foot lifted again. 

“Looks like the fire system really got you, huh?” McCoy pulled out his medical tricorder as Spock sat on the edge of the bed. His usually perfect hair was sticking in all sorts of directions, and there was an indignant pout on Spock’s face that brought McCoy a quiet joy. He scanned him in silence, because he didn’t trust himself to keep from making fun of him. 

“You’ve got some minor bruising, but it looks like you’ve avoided any sprains or strains. Being Vulcan certainly helped.”

Spock made a quiet non-committal hum in response. 

“My biggest concern,” McCoy continued, admiring the irritation on Spock’s face with a silent delight, “would be hypothermia. You’re from the desert– you’re not used to getting wet, and you’re not meant to get cold.” 

“I am aware.” Even now, it was evident that Spock was trying not to shiver. “Am I allowed to return to duty or not, Doctor?” 

“Go get yourself dried off and warmed up, Spock.” McCoy finally let a grin creep onto his face, just so Spock could see it. “And then I think you’ll be fine, if not a bit sore.” 

Spock let out a quiet grunt of acknowledgement before sliding off the biobed and walking wetly to the door. He said nothing else before leaving the room. 

Immediately, McCoy made his way to the intercom. “Sickbay to Captain Kirk.”

“Kirk here. What is it, Bones?”

“Jim,” McCoy smiled, “I’m gonna need to see the security footage from shuttle bay. Immediately.” 

By Talos, I've finally found it! A wild sword-drawing competition, perfectly preserved! They are so rarely seen outside the deep obscuring foliage of their natural habitat, middle school...perhaps if I'm stealthy I can observe further...

*adjusts binoculars*

Tag game!

Make your own sword!

@werewolfadmirer @whatonearthisgoingon @leoluvsgreenday @siriuslyobsessed394 @percyweasleyapologist @rey-just-here and anyone else!

To be fair, in her universe 'deceased' basically means 'temporarily unavailable.'

This panel is awesome because not only is it one of the like… 2 references we get to JPV post his Azrael #100 death that show anyone else has noted in any way that the guy kicked the bucket

But it’s also like, comically redundant to write a big red “deceased” label over his head instead of Babs just… removing him from her active back up roster.

Birds of Prey #56 (1999)

In more joking terms: every Soulmate AU that insists that its non-consensual One True Predestined Love setup is right every single time with zero exceptions is being disrespectful to the long history of people poisoning their way out marriage for fun, freedom, and/or profit. 😔🫖🍵

Reblogging for this killer tag:

#the pie is standing on the morally higher ground and going ''the next one just might be a brick motherfucker''