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Me: The Tasmanian devil is a voracious predator and should not be engaged with
Also me: Heehoo pupper
im happy and having a good time i love da world i love all the little internet people in my phone :3
Tbh, I'm still upset that vampires vs werewolves didn't make the cut
T^T
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I wanted rewrite my question:
Sorry since I didn't write it right:
How are the younger siblings dealing with the chaos of prom preparing from their older siblings? Like long suit fittings, latest minute break ups, dress drama?
Are any of them upset about not being able to go to prom since their older siblings talk about it alot.
I'm pretty sure I can hear Okuyasu complain that he has to go to another of his brother's suit fittings again lol
Oh, I understand now! Sorry for that.
Just like you guessed, most of the kiddos are jealous! They’re practically begging to join the party and asking all kinds of questions. That’s why we’re hosting our baby prom!
As much as little kids hate dressing up, they were happy to have photo shoots with their siblings! It got a little hectic with Gyro and Caesar’s big families, but everyone had a blast!
tfw your own mom tells u to lock in
id like to order an americano with blood i mean blood i mean blood
Smeargle should be the official pokémon of tumbler
Smeargle -- KIYOTAKA OSHIYAMA
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a herd of dairy cow isopods grazing the great green meadow 🌱
BABY RIKIEL!!!!!!!!!!!
LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOOK AT THEM!!!!
OMG, THEIR SQUISHY LITTLE CHEEEKS!!!!!
Hear me out... the other three Dio kids but babey
Getting back into the swing of things so let me post the other kids ah ha ha
>:3
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Sorry for taking so long with this drawing, it was supposed to be done days ago, but it got pushed back due to distractions and my tooth ache, I also tried to make an incorrect quote of this but I ended up developing writer's block.
Anyways, this drawing is loosely inspired by a YT clip from "the Simpsons" where they discovered Ethiopian food.
Medea was on an outing with the Oingo Boingo brothers in Cairo when her car suddenly broke down(as DIO gave her a crappy car to use unless she pledged loyalty).
Even worse but Boingo was hungry and some of the nearby restaurants are closed, except for one Ethiopian joint that opened up in '84.
So they decided to check the place out while also calling for someone at DIO's mansion to pick them up. There they ordered a Yetsom Beyanetu, a vegetarian combination dish.
It was really delicious and it reminded Medea of how she used to do eat tortillas with Mexican food the same way back home(as California has Hispanic influences). Meanwhile Oingo is quite unsure about the dish while Boingo wants to have a sample.
Medea King belongs to me
WOAHHHHH THIS IS VERY GOOD FANART OF GIGI I LOVE IT SOOO MUCH!!!! RAWRRR
Gigi Fanart :]
Reposts are appreciated 🤩
EVERYONE LOOK AT DASHAS REDESIGN OF HER DANDYS WORKD OCC!!! SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEE!!!!! <<3333
GO FOLLOW @dashasilliest TODAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!! SHE HAS AMAZING ART AND I LOVE HER ARRRTTTTTTT RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *explodes*
New redesign of midnight !!! ;333
I was just scrolling looking through some beautiful art and this one rlly caught my eye because the little mini version reminds me of South Park!!!! :DDD I hope Adballoon is okay :3 :) c:
7.4.2023
SEE WHAT I MEAN DASHA?! BUT UR DRAWING IS STILL SO CUTE AND SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE THE SHADING AND HIGHLIGHTS AND THE EYES!!!!!
GO FOLLOW @dashasilliest TODAY!!!!!
hey guys! I’m in a little bind this month. And I really need money for food. I’m accepting commissions, just please help me out. I’m only accepting 5 right now. please share !! I’m getting stressed out, and I just can’t do anything, I’m fucking uhhshbd.
Q in his mind:
I can become anything Jean-Luc wants me to be.
Q in his heart:
I just hope he can come to love me.
Reading Shakespeare, probably X3
This site - or rather the works on it - are simply great. It's really worth reading, even if a lot of it is unfortunately no longer available
Personally, I regret the fact that I didn't come across this site years ago, maybe I would still have had time to read some of the works).
A lot of Star Trek TNG: fanfiction:
Sadly, some are lost in time but others can be seen by using the internet archive
@yourbuerokrat2 I want to thank you for such an amazing review - I really can't tell you how happy I'm for what you've done here.
Honestly this piece of work was written without much thought other than the fact that I wanted to somehow catch Q's longing and the fact that he is torn between what he wants and what he actually can. Because if Q really wanted to, he would have Picard, but then it would all be one big lie.
It seems to me that Q's existence (as a race) is very stagnant by not only their knowledge of all sorts of patterns of events etc. that unify everything around them, but also by the fact that they cannot change many things, and not because it is not in their power, but simply because the consequences of their actions would be tragic or simply lamentable.
Then there's your theorising (I'm not entirely sure that's the word I can use here) about Q and Picard's hugging. I had to dwell on this for a while and I'll add my 3 cents.
Definitely Q would be more possessive and needy in a hug. But perhaps not by virtue of purely being possessive, as a possessiveness born of desire, of obsession, but more of a possessiveness that comes with the need for reassurance that Picard is there with him. Even if he will never be his. The whole concept of 'Picard being Q's' is not strictly about Q's possession but about Q feeling connected to Picard as if he is connected to no one or nothing else. Q belongs to Picard more than Picard belongs to him - I hope that makes sense.
That's all I wanted to add and just to finish I'm really delighted with what you have written in this reblog. You really made my day with this and stopped me to think about it for a while.
In some remote and mortal-life-forgotten corner of space, Q lay on one of the rings, some unpopulated planet. Completely devoid of life, quiet and peaceful... And it was the silence that he needed most now. Silence uninterrupted by the murmur of life. A stillness that made him think of what had been, the beginning of the multiverse, when life had not yet existed and everything had seemed so interesting and exciting. The old days, so far away and to which they were all nostalgic, yet none of them would ever admit to such a longing. No self-respecting Q from the Q Continuum would snap out of their apathetic lethargy only to fall into melancholy and longing.
And he wasn't trying that. He was only looking for silence and here he could find it. At least for a while. The view that stretched out from where he lay helped a little. It gave him solace, filled him with a familiar feeling that he thought had long since departed into oblivion. It was an image that gave him pleasure, and pleasant images were very rare.
A beautiful Nebula, full of colour, that he had created with his own hands. Once meant to be a gift for one of the mortals, it was now a source of melancholy and morose that gripped his entire being and tried to wedge itself into the link between him and his siblings. Perhaps after all he had come here to immerse himself in longing, rather than thoughts and reflections on his little captain?
His captain... Jean-Luc Picard.
Oh, how much he wanted to show him this place and many others. And yet he wasn't able to. Not yet. And maybe never... But he deluded himself, despite what the rest of his siblings had said - maybe they were right, but he didn't want to accept the vision that Picard too would pass away and Q would be left with another reason to be gloomy.
Today, once again his Favourite, faced death face to face. One step away from a tragedy from which the captain and his crew (luckily) emerged victorious. The crew didn't matter to him. Their lives were acknowledged because Picard cared about them. Q still didn't understand that, but he wasn't going to consider something so trivial today. The only one who mattered of all people was Jean-Luc. His life held value for Q. He was a sight that had always been pleasant, arousing curiosity and feelings that Q thought - until he met Picard - were long gone.
And yet they existed, and it was because of this little human captain whose life was so fragile and insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
Yet for Q, there was nothing more important.
This just pure bliss to see when I'm back from uni. Your Qcard content is not only superb but makes my day and is a little bit of happiness and so much more.
I love this one especially.
A LITTLE SPOONING TALK
Picard stirred awake in Q's arms. They were still in the spooning position they had been in since crawling into bed together four hours earlier.
Picard felt Q's warm arms slightly tighten around his upper body and his lips brush against the back of his neck as the entity whispered, "You're awake. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Q."
Picard rubbed one of his feet against one of Q's. He could feel Q smiling against his shoulder.
"I adore you," Q whispered.
Picard sighed.
"I adore you, too."
Picard snuggled firmly against Q's body and laced his fingers with Q's fingers. For a moment, he wished he could be absorbed into Q's body the way he'd been during one of their recent lovemaking sessions.
"Next time, Picard."
Picard turned his head and stared at the ceiling.
"Q, you...Well, of course you could read my thoughts."
He paused.
"Do you need to return to the Continuum soon?"
Q chuckled. "Trying to get rid of me already, Jean-Luc?"
"No, not at all. It's just--"
"I don't need The Continuum, Jean-Luc. They'll do just fine without me."
Picard squeezed Q's hand and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt Q's warm and moist lips curl around his earlobe in a kiss.
"Besides, mon capitaine, I have everything I need and want...right here."
With that, Picard and Q drifted back to sleep together.
Q's inner thoughts here are a good representation of the burden that love for a mortal carries. Especially when the party in love is omniscient, omnipresent, etc.
Some internal conflict in which Q has to struggle between his own desires and what 'should be done'. Picard is a mortal who has a life of his own; one that Q shouldn't interfere with too much (even if he bends this rule a lot). Entity must allow him to live his life no matter what he desires (unless Picard wishes to spend eternity with Q). Not only does he have to be passive to a certain extent about what happens to Picard, he has to accept it, force himself into it. And it's his choice, which makes it all the more difficult, even more challenging. It would be much easier if Q was forced into this position by some external force. Then he would be able to resist, to fight, and at the same time his action wouldn't be perceived as something reprehensible in his own eyes...
And temptation. Omniscience eventually turns out to be a burden that Q would like to get rid of at such moments. Knowing so much, realising how much he could show Picard and how much joy and pleasure it would give them both.
And to top it all off, that one lie... Q isn't a being who would lie. Cheating? Playing with words and trying to catch someone's shortcomings? Certainly. But Q isn't a liar, and yet he is forced to conceal the truth...
Picard: What are you thinking about?
Q, internally: Sometimes I hesitate before leaving the Enterprise, because a part of me wants to take you with me. Because I can see all the hardships that lay ahead for you and I genuinly think it would be so much better for you if you would just go with me. I could show you the wonders of the universe and you would never know death or pain again, if you just let me.
Q externally: Oh, I was just thinking about how great I am especially when compared to the likes of you and your crew
More people need to watch this edits. They're superb!
I regret so much that I didn't come around this edits sooner.
I had expected to see more Q in PIC, but whatever, I guess 🤷♀️
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