fuckin queer

Ohhhhh she is one of nature’s most successful predators known for taking down animals EASILY ten times her size and could take me out like a Taco Bell burrito and all I wanna do is smootch her lil bitty faaaaace jjuigfhdtgdgvtuhfhftbyjghfdyk

Firefighters were able to examine the tank and discovered a possible crack, which may be helping relieve pressure.

Imagine if we did the “public libraries are punk” thing for other subcultures. Imagine if people made shirts that said “Soup kitchens are grunge” or “Mixed Use Urbanism is Juggalo”.

Everything you said is amazing and I love it @prismatic-bell except for the Kubrick bit. Please don't ever compare that edgelord asshat to Kurosawa in front of me and my son ever again.

You have been forgiven. My son and I will give you forehead smooches and send you on your way. You may come back at anytime. Also my son is a black dog that sort of bops you in the face with his nose as a kiss.

My understanding is that while they were "real" arrows (actual physical arrows being fired through the air by bows), they weren't real arrowheads. They were thin needles, strong enough to stick into wood but not strong enough to penetrate his armor, and short enough that even if he was hit it wouldn't kill him unless it was a very unfortunate shot (like straight through the eye).

lethal company is such a crazy good game it gets to me sometimes... no other game does prox chat so well. the way your voice is altered by the presence of walls between you and your teammates and even having a headcrab on you or being underwater. the aesthetic is so specific and unique. the visuals are a perfect mix of low poly and gritty. it runs on basically anything. the gameplay loop is fun and doesn't get repetitive because it lets YOU dictate which moons you go to. YOU get to determine what gear you bring which also lets you set your own difficulty. but even then, you never know what you're gonna get. sometimes s+ moons are a cakewalk and sometimes you get fucked over by a b difficulty moon that spawns a man-eater and 3 coilheads in a mineshaft interior. you get forced into comedically impossible situations so often. earned deaths as you narrowly skirt spiders and thumpers are just as funny as stupid deaths that happened because you mistimed a jump or accidentally backed into a slime or reacted too slowly to a turret. and yet, deaths never feel punishing. it doesn't feel like you're being a drag on your teammates when you die in lethal company. there's an equal amount of strategy and fuck it we ball in this game, mostly because any strategy you come up with falls apart almost immediately when an enemy you didn't account for shows up in a spot you didn't expect them to. and the enemies! they're all so unique and have such interesting triggers and workarounds and conditions. there's so much variety. the screams of a kidnapper fox, the growls of the dogs, the warped howls of a man-eater. there's usually a way to avoid or evade them - i like that they all have different weaknesses and blind spots. and the visuals for them are fascinating and unsettling. man, seeing your teammate get turned into a plant monster with their body hanging lifelessly from the organism that is now piloting it? Fucked Up. like this game really does such a good job of balancing funny with creepy in a way that keeps me, a non-horror fan, coming back over and over again and again. i'm creeped out, yes, but i'm also usually giggling and shrieking and having a great time running from a thumper only to turn a corner and get my shit rocked by a loot bug or something equally stupid. hiding in the ship while an old bird firebombs us and plays screaming baby noises and trying not to breathe too loud so we don't draw a dog into the ship only to see the ghost girl is closing in on you and now you're the only person left alive to slam the lever is an experience you can only get through this game and i love it so much

MY NAME, IS FRICKIN MOON MOON. I’D BE THE MOST IDIOTIC WOLF. ‘OH SHIT WHO BROUGHT FUCKING MOON MOON ALONG?’

the post that started it all

oh god

Never not reblogging.

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots

I’m very surprised this post hasn’t broken a million.

you are meant to change viscerally. before a seed can transform it must destroy itself. your shell will break apart & your guts will spill. you can't make the wine without crushing the grapes. don't die wondering

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graffiti discourse is so stupid why the hell would I give a shit if people spraypaint their names or do some cool paintings under a bridge

sorry didn't realize the bridge has to be plain beige concrete. that was a load bearing plain beige concrete if anyone tags it the whole bridge collapses

This is an EXTREMELY blessed post! And accurate! When I first moved out I was so excited for my new place I slept on the floor and had my tv there and that was it. Loved it. You grow and you build and you gain and you lose. I lost that place and everything in it. Now I have a new place with new things and it’s very much home.

i have gotten some very odd anons about this post that i’m choosing to ignore. but i am going to double down on this. no i don’t care if girls watch gay porn or imagine themselves as a gay person or wonder what it would be like to have gay sex. so many people imprison themselves by thinking they could never be gay and/or trans. well i’m telling them they better watch out. being gay and/or trans is real. and it could happen to YOU. as a matter of fact i sincerely hope it does

As an Indigenous person, it continues to astound me that there are such strict laws (written by White people) in our name, laws against...picking up things just found on the ground. Like, stop pretending this is "for" us. We don't want this.

so, for clarity, that's not what this is. the law against possessing feathers is an anti-poaching measure, derived from a North American treaty protecting certain migratory bird species from hunting. that treaty has an exemption for indigenous people to allow tribes that use eagle feathers in ceremonial or religious practices to continue doing so.

this is one of those "no actually this regulation exists for a reason" laws much like work place safety and building fire codes (that Republicans keep trying to roll back) and is written in blood just like them as well. it's just not human blood this time, and the fact that people actually cared enough about long term future over short term profit to get it put in place is nothing short of astonishing. That it didn't get put in place in time to save several species is heart breaking.

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

fascinating that trans men being barred from mens sports and having to either participate in women's or not participate at all is considered a privilege that we have over trans women and not fucking transphobia. more proof that they dont view us as trans

also trans men who play on womens sports cant take testosterone, meaning that they cant transition in a way that most trans men want or need to. and trans men on t also typically cant play on mens sports. so not only are trans men often forced to either play on womens teams or not at all, but if they play on womens theyre barred from medical transition. real trans male privilege huh

Mulan and Mushu, somehow opperating on the same wavelength: oh haven't you heard?