Honoo [Comms Open]

Galaxy Force Buzzsaw vs Blurr

Two toys in a box

The first one he had me do, for anyone curious

"I've slayed gods and toppled countless organizations... can't believe I've been roped into wearing this outfit..."

Once again thank you @honootorch.bsky.social For this comm of my Warlock Felina Nandez
#Destiny2 #NSFW

Well.

Ive made my peace.

What good neighbors!🏘️

On the left is WaDom (with a capital D) and it shows a picture of WaDom from Turn A Gundam. On the right is Wadom (lowercase d) which is a Dom from Gundam 0079 with a Waluigi hat and mustache. At the bottom it says in all caps "LEARN THE DIFFERENCE".

Good morning

THIS IS WHY I WATCH TOKU

Elon tweet saying Grok speaks the truth and Grok tweet saying Elon is a pedophile.

I don't want to booze desire
I don't want to booze this fire

下塗りまで
もう気が狂う💩

water weight

Appreciation post for my favorite gwitch tweet

its too late ive depicted you as the soy dumbshit bug eyed pokey and myself as the chad confident and all knowing prickle

Finished and proofread! I honestly really missed writing.

NO NO NO YOU DON’T

GUYS LET ME PLEASE SPREAD THE GOSPEL OF FREE TAX USA

federal is free, state is $16, handles even my chaotic freelancer taxes just fine, same step-by-step “designed for normies” kind of interface as TurboTax but NOT EVIL

tell everyone you know

www.freetaxusa.com

I've had a 2nd sex toy company hit my DMs asking to promote their product via a commission

You're gonna have to pay me ALOT more than my base rate if you want me to shill somthin'

Issues with Fukui aside, Syam is terribly handled in the OVA. He comes off as a kind grandpa rather than a manipulative prick who killed any of his offspring who went against his plan. None of the Vist drama really gets communicated in the OVA.

Wait till you get to Mahdi Garvey, dude is written like he unfrozen from the War on Terror which considering when the novel was written Al-Qaeda was probably the author's only reference point for Muslim culture.
There's a reason in the anime they had had him already dead and just focused on Loni.

Beyond the burning tail of the work boat, there were two figures wearing spacesuits he had never seen before, and they used the thrusters on their backs to come closer. As they approached, they grew larger and larger. A red light on what he thought were their helmets flashed, and they raised their machine-gun like weapons and pointed them in his direction. Without thinking, Syam held up his hands, but they ignored him and rapidly advanced. They looked like suits of armor from ancient times. Their bodies were dark green, and they both carried a shield attached to one shoulder. Each head contained a single, glowing eye. No, they weren’t spacesuits. More to the point, they weren’t even human. As they passed by, one after the other, he was able to get a good look at their enormous bodies—it sounded unbelievable, but they must have been twenty meters tall. Caught in their violent wake, Syam was tossed around like a piece of garbage, and his attention turned toward the one-eyed giants’ destination. He saw the arc of the radiant blue Earth, as well as a monstrously large cylinder, decorated with countless rings of exploding light. It looked like a giant gas tank with three vane-like mirrors attached to it, and he had seen it before on TV. The pillar of the Space Emigration

Project, an Island Three-type colony. But the three long vanes were mangled, and there were burn marks all over the surface of the cylinder. It almost looked like it had been turned to scrap. The largest object ever built in human history, which had looked so splendid and shining even through the television screen, trembled as its massive bulk touched the contour of the Earth. The one-eyed giants followed it, firing their machine guns. They danced wildly around the colony, easily destroying the spaceships and fighter craft trying to interfere. The behemoths looked like members of a demonic horde. All the while, the space colony continued onward, passing through low orbit and coming ever closer to the Earth. Thirty kilometers long and six kilometers in diameter, the tip of the colony entered the atmosphere and began to glow red hot as it fell. Sensing the intentions of the giants trying to guide the colony to its target, Syam let out a desperate scream. Don’t do it! If you drop something that big, it’ll be disastrous for the Earth! My mother is down there! Shahla is down there! Stop, I’m begging you! The giants didn’t reply, and the light of the burning colony tinted their bodies with a red hue. The mirror panels had sheared off, and the flaming cylinder evaporated the clouds as it plunged into the aqueous planet. It’s the final judgement of mankind, Syam thought. God has come to put an end to an evil world and take the good people to heaven…if that’s true, was this inevitable? “Everything is up to us to decide.” Syam heard someone’s voice, and the words blew away his sense of resignation. He fought the urge to close his eyes. The space colony had turned into an enormous asteroid, and when it hit the ground, the blue veil of the atmosphere was stained a grayish-brown. There was a flash of light at one point of the Earth’s arc. It grew larger

like the sun at dawn. Syam sobbed. He felt anger, regret, sorrow at his own powerlessness. He was hit by a surge of emotions that he couldn’t process, which turned to tears and ran down his face. That light continued to expand, growing even stronger than the sun and searing his retinas—and there was silence. He gingerly opened his eyes. His body had stopped spinning. The warning alarm on his life support system was no longer buzzing, letting him know that his breathing and pulse rate were out of the danger zone and returning to normal. Through his visor, it looked like the Earth was standing still. There was no falling space colony, and no one-eyed giants. A single teardrop spilled from his eye, floating inside his helmet until the moisture removal system sucked it up. Was it all a dream? It didn’t feel like he had ever lost consciousness, and Syam spent some time drifting in confusion. It was such a surreal nightmare, but one that felt oddly lifelike. He didn’t think that his brain was capable of creating such an illusion, and as he looked around, still ruminating on the lingering emotions, he noticed that he was surrounded by countless pieces of wreckage. Torn exterior panels, support beams, shattered glass. Some of the debris was more than ten meters in length, and he realized that it had all come from Laplace. It had been blown out of its original orbit, gaining altitude, and just happened to match Syam’s relative speed when he was sent flying by the explosion. The debris field was drifting slowly by, enough to feel like it wasn’t moving at all. Ruins, floating in the void. A solitary spacesuit trapped in low orbit for all eternity, surrounded by the wearer’s own handiwork… With his thoughts wandering, and feeling a renewed sense of confusion at the terrible stillness, Syam noticed something sparkling in the flotsam.

At first he thought it was a fragment of one of Laplace’s concave mirrors. That was how brightly the object shone as it reflected the light of the Earth. He ignited his thruster, which had enough propellant to work for another ten seconds, and moved toward the source of the gleam. It was strange how little he feared dying. There was something more powerful, almost like a premonition, pulsating deep inside his chest. Compared to the boundless universe, he and the object were smaller than poppyseeds, and yet they had managed to match each other's relative speed and find each other. Confronted with this one-in-a-billion chance, perhaps he was too exhausted to question his own sanity. Spinning languidly, the smooth surface of the object reflected the Earth’s light. Syam released another short burst from his portable thruster and came to a stop in front of it. There were cracks, but the hexagonal shape was still intact. It measured just over three meters across, with a depth of about thirty centimeters. He could see his own spacesuit reflected in the mirror polish, and when he reached out with a gloved hand, his reflection did the same. Facing one another, the two hands quietly touched.

HE IS GIVEN A VISION OF ZAKUS AND THE FIRST COLONY DROP ON EARTH THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN FOR ANOTHER 79 YEARS AND LIKENS IT TO THE FINAL JUDGMENT OF GOD ON HUMANITY AND BEGS THEM TO STOP WHILE SOBBING BEFORE IT ALL FADES AWAY AND HE FINDS THE UC CHARTER

AND THE OVA DECIDED NONE OF THIS WAS IMPORTANT

cock

"wHaT iF mY cHiLd SeEs ThOsE sItEs?"

Then you're failing as a parent and should give up your child for adoption.

Well, since my twitter's gone, might as well re-share my most damning revelation, as per a conversation with @pineapplestix.bsky.social

Namely that this prick absolutely would have this alt-mode if TFA aired today.

A sketch of GRMLN with a open jacket instead of a hoodie.

Shooting ideas 🎨

#grmln #oc #robotgirl #robot #art

Doesn't fucking apply when you're actively giving money to the disgusting, mouldy bigot who will use the profits to campaign for the extermination for my loved ones and I.

Yes! John Brown and Jayhawks stole from slave owners.

If you thought it was OK to steal Black people from Africa and keep them as slaves? Then they thought it was OK to steal them from you and set them free, and to steal all your other stuff and keep it.

If you didn't like it? They took you out.

As an IR professor, it's depressing that this is outperforming all others as the best theory of US foreign policy

This is not true—driver’s licenses aren’t acceptable under the SAVE Act without additional proof of citizenship. The fact that they keep doing this sleight of hand should make clear that the SAVE Act is not something that “every American gets”

FREAK the FUCK OUT and panic sell EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW it's fucking OVER - Warren Buffett (emphasis mine)

This image remains undefeated, tbh. Increasingly relevant in new fields every day and yet, despite the horrors, absolutely fucking hysterical every time.

bluesky being immediately negatively polarized into going with skeets because we were asked not to was the first sign that we were going to make it as a posting site

every true posting forum declares forever war against the mods

Bluesky is where it is today thanks to it’s userbase (whom Jay and her friends constantly antagonise and belittle), and also thanks to Elon repeatedly shooting himself in the foot. This place succeeded DESPITE the best efforts of it’s upper management.