welcome to the bleebus circus

Is this guy bothering you? cuz I could bother you too but in a different better way

i know i keep talking about this but it truly is so fucking funny to me that paul matthews was SO autistic that he got jon matteson to question his own neurodiversity. he truly saw the entire starkid audience point out tics and stims and quirks and etc that HE DOES and put into the character as being so unbelievably autistic and went hm. perhaps some self reflection is in order

at the end of the day, it’s you and your long distance best friend against the world

the five trauma reactions: fight, flight, freeze, fawn, and mating

id like if we could keep the alliteration going but i dont know if anyone has made an f word for mating

They haven't sorry

thats fucked up

Hey guys you should totally get into this thing i like. Yeah it's mid at best. It also aged poorly. You'll get nothing out of it at all. You'll like the idea of it more than the actual thing. But at least only takes half your natural lifespan to finish it

The anti-vax and anti-science propaganda is very real - and also, frankly I think doctors and nurses would've had an easier time getting people not to fall for it if they spent less time treating people like fucking shit

This post is about a lot of things but it is especially about racism, medical abuse, and eugenics

OOP is the creator of the Call of Cthulhu TTRPG, btw. He also worked on the early Doom and Quake games. I feel like this maybe explains some things.

Oh you meant how it felt to him

Hadestown Hades be like I miss my wife so I'm gonna make it everyone's problem by inventing global warming

of all the things that made the hadestown proshot worth watching, i was most impacted by the performance of Flowers. OBCR Flowers is beautiful and emotional, yes, but the proshot version is fucking raw. eurydice screaming and crying. desperately pleading: "IS ANYBODY LISTENING?" tears streaming down her face: "I OPEN MY MOUTH AND NOTHING COMES OUT!" and you believe it, somehow, even though you're sitting there hearing her, because you can feel the dead air as nobody answers. they can hear, but they don't care. what does it matter that we all hear her? no one says anything. how can she know anyone is listening if no one acknowledges her at all? you feel that song like being punched in the stomach over and over, like you're clawing through dirt but you can't quite dig yourself out of a grave. and that's just the power of eva noblezada man.