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Not today Justin
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almost home
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Three Goblin Art
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oooooh i hate blizzard so goddamn much. what do you meeaaan i cannot build my base classes according to a guide because you've locked key skills behind an expansion paywall baby what do you meeeeaaaannn ~ ~ ~
call me lazy, but i will not play a mediocre mind-off game like that without a guide. if i want to think about what i'm doing, i'll go build a character in a game that actually rewards putting thought into things
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one thing that I think is fucking hilarious about the iwtv/tvl perspective shift is the way Lestat repeats himself but the context reframes him in the most pathetic way possible
like when heâs yelling âVA TE FAIRE FOUTREâ at Louis while heâs slamming the incinerator door shut in season 1, and then in the divorce court scene in tvl he says the same thing but he sounds like a whiny gay housewife. queerest line read in the whole show, Iâd call it a hate crime if it wasnât so accurate
and then the contrast between him whispering/hissing/drawling âI have the blood of Akasha in meâ in season 2 and then his weird blithe tension in the tour bus in tvl when he says the same thing. Like heâs a middle school edgelord saying he has an everything-proof shield on the playground. Wild shit
something something, Lestat doesnât understand how he could be threatening to Louis because white men with privilege donât see how their actions appear to marginalized groups, his perception of himself is coloured by both self-aggrandizement and self-loathing, Louis told the story as it appeared to him and Lestat is doing the exact same shit, something something this show is still about how storytelling depends on the storyteller, something something. yeah
right so THIS TIME maybe i'll finidh rogue trader (lies to myself) but at least this time, i am super clear on the narrative archetype of the RT himself
first note to self (very important): if the slim male body model stood straight up instead of in the peter pan pose, he'd have thigh gap
i recognize that the game has no way of knowing this, but Kunrad starting off the game basically going "I'm the Supreme Spy (tm) on this ship (so i know everything) now let me mansplain what a cathedral of the emperor is to you (a sanctioned psycher)..." is so goddamn funny. motherfucker basically introduces himself by saying "I know better (and now you know I know better), but allow me to insult your intelligence..."
no wonder Theodora thinks he's a twat lol
god, Theodora is such as shit stirrer (affectionate). she sees that Edelthrad hates the PC and immediately pits us against each other:
"Yeah, sure, Eddie's buckling under pressure but I have a good feeling about him. also let me vague about Kunrad who is bad at his job" okay auntie why am i here auntie
and there are more on their way??? they will (presumably) also be thrown into this battle royale of intrigue all for Auntie Theo's amusement or indiscernible ends
Theodora: where is Edelthrad? where the fuck is my precious Eddie? a psycher loose in the warp could be worse than an army of madmen!!
me (a psycher): and what am i, Auntie, chopped liver
god the family dynamics here are insane. could make a half decent fic of it just exploring the fucked up dymanics playing out between Theodora, Edelthrad, Kunrad, the PC and all the rest of the big, happy family on their way
it's like a pre-death will reading/gladiatorial bloodbath of distant cousins with Theodora is orchestrating it prior to her death because she wants to watch us tear each other apart for her inheritance
Argenta: can't shoot these basic bitch, early level assholes for shit
Also Argenta: "An autopistol shot went straight through Mort's forehead..."
right so THIS TIME maybe i'll finidh rogue trader (lies to myself) but at least this time, i am super clear on the narrative archetype of the RT himself
first note to self (very important): if the slim male body model stood straight up instead of in the peter pan pose, he'd have thigh gap
i recognize that the game has no way of knowing this, but Kunrad starting off the game basically going "I'm the Supreme Spy (tm) on this ship (so i know everything) now let me mansplain what a cathedral of the emperor is to you (a sanctioned psycher)..." is so goddamn funny. motherfucker basically introduces himself by saying "I know better (and now you know I know better), but allow me to insult your intelligence..."
no wonder Theodora thinks he's a twat lol
god, Theodora is such as shit stirrer (affectionate). she sees that Edelthrad hates the PC and immediately pits us against each other:
"Yeah, sure, Eddie's buckling under pressure but I have a good feeling about him. also let me vague about Kunrad who is bad at his job" okay auntie why am i here auntie
and there are more on their way??? they will (presumably) also be thrown into this battle royale of intrigue all for Auntie Theo's amusement or indiscernible ends
Theodora: where is Edelthrad? where the fuck is my precious Eddie? a psycher loose in the warp could be worse than an army of madmen!!
me (a psycher): and what am i, Auntie, chopped liver
god the family dynamics here are insane. could make a half decent fic of it just exploring the fucked up dymanics playing out between Theodora, Edelthrad, Kunrad, the PC and all the rest of the big, happy family on their way
it's like a pre-death will reading/gladiatorial bloodbath of distant cousins with Theodora is orchestrating it prior to her death because she wants to watch us tear each other apart for her inheritance
right so THIS TIME maybe i'll finidh rogue trader (lies to myself) but at least this time, i am super clear on the narrative archetype of the RT himself
first note to self (very important): if the slim male body model stood straight up instead of in the peter pan pose, he'd have thigh gap
i recognize that the game has no way of knowing this, but Kunrad starting off the game basically going "I'm the Supreme Spy (tm) on this ship (so i know everything) now let me mansplain what a cathedral of the emperor is to you (a sanctioned psycher)..." is so goddamn funny. motherfucker basically introduces himself by saying "I know better (and now you know I know better), but allow me to insult your intelligence..."
no wonder Theodora thinks he's a twat lol
god, Theodora is such as shit stirrer (affectionate). she sees that Edelthrad hates the PC and immediately pits us against each other:
"Yeah, sure, Eddie's buckling under pressure but I have a good feeling about him. also let me vague about Kunrad who is bad at his job" okay auntie why am i here auntie
and there are more on their way??? they will (presumably) also be thrown into this battle royale of intrigue all for Auntie Theo's amusement or indiscernible ends
Theodora: where is Edelthrad? where the fuck is my precious Eddie? a psycher loose in the warp could be worse than an army of madmen!!
me (a psycher): and what am i, Auntie, chopped liver
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right so THIS TIME maybe i'll finidh rogue trader (lies to myself) but at least this time, i am super clear on the narrative archetype of the RT himself
first note to self (very important): if the slim male body model stood straight up instead of in the peter pan pose, he'd have thigh gap
i recognize that the game has no way of knowing this, but Kunrad starting off the game basically going "I'm the Supreme Spy (tm) on this ship (so i know everything) now let me mansplain what a cathedral of the emperor is to you (a sanctioned psycher)..." is so goddamn funny. motherfucker basically introduces himself by saying "I know better (and now you know I know better), but allow me to insult your intelligence..."
no wonder Theodora thinks he's a twat lol
god, Theodora is such as shit stirrer (affectionate). she sees that Edelthrad hates the PC and immediately pits us against each other:
"Yeah, sure, Eddie's buckling under pressure but I have a good feeling about him. also let me vague about Kunrad who is bad at his job" okay auntie why am i here auntie
and there are more on their way??? they will (presumably) also be thrown into this battle royale of intrigue all for Auntie Theo's amusement or indiscernible ends
right so THIS TIME maybe i'll finidh rogue trader (lies to myself) but at least this time, i am super clear on the narrative archetype of the RT himself
first note to self (very important): if the slim male body model stood straight up instead of in the peter pan pose, he'd have thigh gap
i recognize that the game has no way of knowing this, but Kunrad starting off the game basically going "I'm the Supreme Spy (tm) on this ship (so i know everything) now let me mansplain what a cathedral of the emperor is to you (a sanctioned psycher)..." is so goddamn funny. motherfucker basically introduces himself by saying "I know better (and now you know I know better), but allow me to insult your intelligence..."
no wonder Theodora thinks he's a twat lol
right so THIS TIME maybe i'll finidh rogue trader (lies to myself) but at least this time, i am super clear on the narrative archetype of the RT himself
first note to self (very important): if the slim male body model stood straight up instead of in the peter pan pose, he'd have thigh gap
talked myself down out of a moment of elevated anxiety by vividly imagining two benevolent sports commentators (Dave and Scott) having a running dialogue on my use of coping skills. shockingly effective, do recommend
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Half Man | 1x05
Woman in front of me just withdrew 3.5k from her savings (LISTEN HER PHONE SCREEN'S BIG AS SHIT) and put it on something that looked like Kalshi after consulting ChatGPT which sounds like a caricature of a person but I swear to you it's true, my bigger question is why she is taking the bus when she has Uber Black money
was in a meeting and bored as fuck so i started snooping on what the lady next to me was doing on her phone (texting her daughter) and as I watched them text (daughter asked mother to "tell me four things that remind you of me"), I became confused (mom opened chat gpt upon recieving this message) then shocked (mom asked the chatbot "based on our conversations about my daughter, what are four things that would remind me of her?") then appalled (mom copied and pasted chat gpt's answer back to her own child - one of the things was vanilla cream??) and i'll be very honest i don't think i controlled my face well based on how the woman across from me stared. that is your child, ma'am. that is your child.
also, rich people are fucking cheeeaaaap
praying for everyone Black in Belfast rn. hella Black ppl lost they homes as a result of this antiblack terrorism.
like ok allegedly the white people in Northern Ireland terrorizing mainly Black people and poc are British loyalists and not âreal Irishâ but that video stating that is showing more concern for the white Irish people currently hiding in their homes âin fearâ of harm, while real life Black people are actively being harmed lmao like??? get up! if you say youâre not like these white supremacists than show up in defense for the Black people currently being mobbed by people who look like you!
paying liberal lip service does nothing but make sure history doesnât remember you as the âactual bad guysâ, just the cowardly bystanders & it damn sure doesnât make any moves to protect anyone Black!
crazy how any broad conversation about racism somehow always circles back to centering whiteness. building off of the post above, if your knee-jerk reaction to Black people getting burned out of their houses is to get defensive for people who look like you, maybe that's something you should pick apart more.
are you defending (in this instance) Irish Catholics as a proxy to give yourself grace, to lump yourself in with "the good ones?"
what you're actually doing is absolving yourself of action and self-reflection. that discomfort you feel about white people perpetrating racism is asking you to do something to bring your actions into alignment with your values. instead, you're discarding this feeling by doing some feel-good mental gymnastics to ensure that there is a narrative that gives you an escape hatch, an assurance that there are good white people in the world (ones with whom you identify).
instead, let your discomfort guide you to do something real because if you're not actively standing up against fascism and its children, you're laying down to get stepped on. here are some real things to do:
donate to support the people who have been attacked, displaced and traumatized in racist attacks in Belfast:
We are raising funds to support people who have been attacked, displaced and traumatised in racist attacks in Belfast.
don't have money to spare? find local organizers, join them, triage immediate needs in your community, then play the long game to move the Overton Window towards inclusive values. i do not want to hear any wailing about how nothing you do matters, no one will do anything, etcetera, etcetera; these are more mental gymnastics that allow you to give yourself permission to to do nothing
Dive into the Beautiful Trouble toolbox, an interconnected web of ideas and creative best practices that puts the power of organizing for so
don't have time, money, or energy to spare? go to your local library and pick up a book to educate yourself and build empathy:
We are pleased to release this yearâs AAIHS list of the best books published in 2025! Check out this extraordinary list of great books from
Check out this list of books about immigration curated by Global Refuge. Novels, nonfiction, YA, and about immigrants, Dreamers, refugees an
no access to a library? do the internal work and pick apart your own internal biases about race (i'll give a starter question for reflection: why did you feel compelled to respond to a post about violence against Black people and immigrant communities by centering white people?)
Self-reflection helps you challenge your assumptions and fill gaps in your understanding about racism. Here's how to do the work.
Amaka Umeh as DEE PHARMA
THE VAMPIRE LESTAT | 3.01 "DETROIT"
breakout favorite from the first episode, i love Dee and want to see more of her <3
i'm gonna do it. i'm gonna re-proof all my fics and send my ao3 link to my best friend. what's the worst that could happen
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Visited Poetry Daily again. I felt very glad that I am not a literary poet. It seems so terrible to me because of the muddling and lack of boundaries that is encouraged in regards to oneself and one's art, and the violence that being recognized as art in a serious way does to one's art. It's like another layer of abstraction. Everything has a kind of meaningfulness that is oppressive.
Are my negative feelings about literary poetry because of the terrible time in my life I was going through when I was reading so many, or the damage creative writing classes did to my writing, or simply because poetry didn't meet my needs when I needed it to? I don't know.
semi-off-topic question: how did your creative writing classes damage your writing? i ask beacuse i work with writiers and im always on guard for things that could push them to learn to gate writing
me: Bucky deserves to be safe from harm and given cuddles and love...
also me: What if they put a shock collar on him...What if he had to do surgery on himself...What if he got whipped until he passed out...
