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Pokemon Heritage Post

"Being kind is punk" you need to learn to do good things without it being tied to a social status or subculture

Fire Emblem Heritage Post

I hate silicon valley, I hate tech bros, I hate ugly ass ai data centers, and I hate the rejection of education and knowledge in favor of relying on useless chat bots and LLMs to tell you what to do.

Has sold better than the ps6 will

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

thy mother

Art thou for fucking real

im so fucking stupid

i'm crying laughing this is so funny

@piliiiiconfusionf

*flies past*

must’ve come to pick up that alien

Very cruel. Beautiful editing.

Actually when I was younger, my mom gave me this book and it teaches young girls to love themselves before they worry about what guys think of them. It really helped 12 year old me. The end of the book says “guys like girls who like themselves.” The title is meant to catch the attention of self-loathing teenage girls because they’re the ones who need to read it the most. So you all literally just judged a book by its cover. Go stand in the corner and think about what you did.

oh

LMAO

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

Another good post to read for those writing small human characters. 

My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.

My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.