ALL I WANNA DO IS PERPETUALLY HANG OUT

The really telling thing about how whenever I point out that "roleplaying focused" or "RP forward" are meaningless marketing terms in tabletop RPGs and a bunch of folks rock up in the notes to explain how it's actually obvious what they mean isn't how ill-considered and incomplete the definitions of "roleplaying" that get trotted out invariably are, but how many of them are flatly mutually exclusive of one another. Like, you're kinda proving my point there – "RP forward" can't exactly be a meaningful descriptor of a game when nobody in its ostensible target audience can even agree on what "roleplaying" is, let alone what mechanically emphasising it would entail!

I somehow hit the jackpot and grew up being raised by a mother who was actually good and liked me (while she was poor and disabled nonetheless! Big Fascism is always saying poor and disabled single mothers who aren't evil can't exist, get #owned lol), and that actually made me extremely anti-adult from a very young age. every single friend I ever made from ages seven to nineteen would constantly tell me crazy stories about what regularly went down in the penal institutions that passed for their homes, and that was all considered normal and fine and the gold standard for what nice suburban families were meant to be, meanwhile if I said something like "my mum lets me read any book I want and all movies and tv are allowed as long as we watch them together" then I'd get un-invited from every birthday party because I was deemed a corrupting influence (which, to be fair, I was, because I would spend a lot of time convincing my friends that if their parents' rules sucked and were unfair then it was okay to lie to get around them). and whaddya know I'm twenty-four and still get on really well with my mother and talk to her as much as I can and this is the case for literally no one else I know.

'Oooh if you do what you love you'll never work a day in your life' false. I'm a glassblower. I love glass more than (almost) anything else. And I have worked. Every day. For the past four weeks. And I am just as burnt out and depressed and miserable as when I was killing myself working at the Home Depot. All of that labor is tainted with the knowledge that if I hadn't done it I wouldn't have been able to eat. Or live indoors. Or support my partner. Capitalism is hell, dont let anyone fucking lie to you and imply that if youre fucked up about it you're just doing it wrong.

Damn, that's useful

Finally a hand sewing tutorial on a hemline that isn't just the ladder stitch! the ladder stitch disappears when you tighten it, but it's not meant for hemlines because it breaks really easily! The overlock stitch is more stable, so it holds much longer, and it won't pucker or warp the fabric!

if you are a parent, or may become one, or you are otherwise likely to arrive in the situation of caring for a child while they eat, promise me this: if a child doesn't like a certain food or food group, you will ask them WHY. and specifically, you will pay attention to either confirming or ruling out "it makes my mouth itch" or "it makes my stomach hurt," both of which are medically important info that children may not provide unprompted. which i know because this PSA has been brought to you by "i spent my entire childhood and much of my early teens eating peas and lentils while wondering why everyone else liked the Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation so much, like were they a bunch of legume masochists or something, before i finally realized that Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation was in fact a sinister demon appearing only to me, and her true demonic name was: Legume Allergy"

Do not let your child suffer from spicy bananas!

The editing of this video is hysterical and genius- they switch between so many editing styles to reflect exactly what kind of thing they're going for in each segment its GREAT.

freud really did oedipus so dirty. like i get that you're trying to come up with a deeply terrible psychological framework regarding sexual abuse, but oedipus very much did not want to fuck his mom OR kill his dad. like, the entire myth is predicated on this. an "oedipal complex" should be someone who is hellbent on avoiding fucking their mom.

i just feel like oedipus is mostly treated as vaguely taboo, like he's a fucked up monster, and NOT like he's basically the same as any other greek hero. he's roughly as moral and strong and clever and whatever as achilles or jason or hercules or whatever, he just ALSO is a guy the gods fucking hated.

actually its kinda fitting that freud made so many theories that mostly tried to link socially deviant behavior and weird fetishes and sexual abuse, and he decided to name that shit after a guy who very notably did not engage in weird fetishes or sexual abuse and had nothing but wholesome filial love for the people who raised him, but was doomed to be thought of that way anyway by his people. basically anyone with an "oedipus complex" didnt actually have that shit going on either, freud was just a hack.

anyway here's my new mental health framework: cassandra complex, where you just fucking lie all the time and everyone knows it and hates you for it.

bachibros trying to gas their manga into the upper echelons of shonen fandom via luring fujos into the community is one of my favorite moments in internet history. they were genuinely popping bottles when the first yaoi fan art dropped