also. grubs acting like kittens…walking like kittens….getting on top of RIDICULOUSLY HIGH SURFACES and FREAKING OUT THEIR CARETAKERS like kittens…trolls=space cats is the only fantheory that i can legally support now
rose panics when she cant find a grub. kanaya finds the grub easily climbing on the ceiling.
I just had this hyper-realistic dream and like. I don’t even know what to make of this lmao
I was sitting in this park, on a bench, looking up at the night sky and all the stars and stuff, and I blinked and suddenly the entire sky was different. I’m talking different constellations, the sky absolutely packed with billions more stars, some so close they’re massive. I’m like wtf and suddenly I realise there’s an old man sitting next to me, dressed in like 1940s clothing, also looking up at the sky.
before I can ask him if he’s you know, noticed, he speaks, without looking away from the sky.
“this is what the universe really looks like,” he tells me.
“oh,” I say. a pause. “…can you put it back?”
he smiles and nods. I look up. the sky has gone back to normal.
“what do I do with this information?” I ask, looking at him again.
he turns his head and, smiling, looks me dead in the face. "be careful.“
i love how edward elric dresses like the typical anime protag (all black, red cloak w/ huge emblem, tight leather pants, always puts skulls or spikes on everything, huge belt with a chain on it, etc. etc.) but literally everyone else dresses like normal fucking people so he just constantly gets berated for his Shit Awful Taste
cf also everything he makes with alchemy.
me at first: “Wow this magic sure has a kind of gothic sensibility with all the dragons and spikes and shit that comes out”
me another few volumes in, “Oh, no, Ed’s just… Like That”
i hate when ur in public somewhere and something goes mildly wrong/something inconvenient happens and the nearest baby boomer tries to get you to complain with them
what does this even mean
EXAMPLE:
you are in line at mcdonalds. its really busy and the employees are overwhelmed. it’s taking a long time. you are minding your own business. the old man in line next to you says to you, “boy, this is absolutely ridiculous, isn’t it? these kids working just dont know what they’re doing. Or they just dont care…” you awkwardly nod and take a step to the side
This has probably been said a million times before but: Defend the employees.
Really, you’re never going to see Karen from Stubenville again in your life, so side-eye her real good and say:
“It’s not thier fault they’re understaffed. Having worked retail before, they’d love to have another three or five people back there helping out. But since the whole ‘downsizing’ craze of the ninties, companies try to get as much out of thier employees as possible without regard for thier welfare, or the effect on service. You should really get on McD’s website and complain about the chronic understaffing and tell them you’re willing to pay more elsewhere for better service. They LISTEN to people like you.”
People love to complain, especially entitled people. The good news is that they’re easily redirected with mild praise and a shiny new target. Butter the elders and aim them at the bourgoise.
Background: We we’re trying to track a murderer on a train and our wizard bound up all of the passengers that the party suspected. (She also bound up a few party members just to annoy them). One of the people not bound is a worker named Arthur.
Arthur: Why didn’t you bind me?
Wizard: I don’t think you could have done it. Would you like to be bound?
Arthur(in a cheery exploratory voice): Oh no, I’m no into that
ah yes they call me “No Queue” Jones because I post everything I reblog at once with no breaks in between and then vanish into the night for extended periods of inactivity
Video games don’t have to have good graphics to be good:
Video games don’t have to be about combat to be good:
Video games don’t have to be linear to envelop players in their worlds:
Video game bosses don’t have to be difficult to be fun:
Video games don’t have to lack color simply because they are “post-apocalyptic”:
Video games can have lighthearted art design and still carry deeply dark themes:
Rethink video games.
But also don’t think that dark games can’t be beautiful in their own way:
Or that difficult bosses can’t be fun:
Don’t that games with combat in them can’t be light hearted:
Or that violent games can’t also be silly:
Don’t think that playing the game competitively ruins the fun:
Or that dreary, colourless, post apocalyptic games hold any less story value:
Just because a game or playstyle isn’t good, or beautiful to you, doesn’t mean its any less valuable to someone else who does appreciate it. At the end of the day, it makes someone happy, and thats the greatest value of any art form.
Oh, hey! This is the best addition to my post after 100k notes! <3
Games don’t have to be in development to be cancelled
Halloween a few years back my mates and I were dressed up for Halloween and my cat furry roommate (good guy, furries are entertaining folks) was wearing his partial suit out with us. We were in Boston proper and all of us were on a budget at the time, so the only option for a late night drink and dinner open to us was a place called Dick’s Last Resort.
If you’ve never been, the big draw at Dick’s is that they’re dicks to you. The staff are sarcastic, they throw your menus and straws and shit at you, and they make you hats that say mean stuff.
I don’t get it either. So anyways, we’ve got - I’ll call him Frank - the cat with us, and Frank’s 100% ready to go fuck with Dicks,
so we head on in.
The waitress starts doing her bit, but the cat in the room has thrown off her game and she doesn’t really know how to handle Frank in Full Cat mode.
He points out the drink he wants without speaking, with a paw, on the menu and she asks for an ID and starts saying ‘I swear to god your ID better have a big fuckkin’ cat on it or-“
She threw his licence back at us and walked away speechless. Didn’t talk to us the rest of the evening.
Anyways, I dug up this old photo today and thought it deserved to be preserved for posterity. So here you go, the day Frank broke Dicks.
Is there anything more excruciating than not knowing if someone is “feel bad, need space”, “feel bad, need u to reach out” or “literally fine, just busy, stop pestering me”
My neighbor was out taking the insulation cones off of his roses and carefully pruning them today.
I also went out and pruned mine. (I didn’t give them any special winter insulation. They’re on their own.) And by ‘pruned’ I mean ‘whacked back the bramble hedge with a machete where it was threatening to grow out of bounds’.
(Seriously my rose hedge is approaching 4 feet tall and almost as thick)
And he was giving me dirty looks the whole time because it pisses him off so much that I pay no special attention to my roses and yet they always do better than his.
I still haven’t told him that my secret is ‘plant tough-as-nails own root old fashioned rugosa cultivars rather than finicky hybrid teas’ because honestly his quiet frustration is hilarious.
a few centuries ago he probably would have accused u of witchcraft ;)
I mean…to be fair…he would be totally correct in that…
Also my rose hedge is now 6 feet tall and his Mister Lincoln rose, which he carefully mulched and put a insulation cone on, died this year.
the mcelroys look like the least compatible people in the world based on just their appearances alone and it’s the funniest fucking thing to me
like, who knew that some elusive cool uncle who’s probably a trickster god sporting a hawaiian shirt, a goth cowboy who just stepped from a starbucks and is probably keeping the secrets of magic from the public, and an assistant regional manager for Staples who only owns clothes in beige are a) related and b) rule the Internet as reigning funnymen with a less-than-benevolent fist
Oh, also: In Ashkenazi culture, it’s considered bad luck to name a child after a living relative, because there’s a fear that the Malakh Hamavet (Angel of Death) would get confused when coming for an older relative and take the child sharing their name instead. So, as a result, Ashkenazim are generally only named after deceased relatives.
HOWEVER, this leads to an amazing Yiddish phrase for telling somebody to fuck off, which is: “May a baby be named after you.”
God might want to think about re-assigning the role of Angel of Death though…
BE NICE TO THE ANGEL OF DEATH HE IS DOING HIS BEST
