Katy

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Woman looking devastated and empty dressed as God of War Ragnarok Freya

Woman absolutely beaming holding up peace signs dressed as Marvel Rivals Jeff the Landshark.

The whiplash between yesterday and today’s @paxaus.bsky.social cosplays could be studied.

SUCH great news!!

Yesssss 🙌🙌🙌

Forgot to mention! I’ll be at Freakon, Tues GCAP and Parallels if you wanna say hello 💕

I will also be at PAX all weekend but that’s cosplay Katy and I don’t know her

Witch of the Woods yes!

🥹 thank you - I’m very proud ngl

I’m STOKED 🥹🥹🥹

Woman in a Freya cosplay.

I finished my ultimate sad mom cosplay 🥰

God of War Ragnarok Freya I love you forever

Oh the unknowns are the worst!! So glad it got shutdown quickly for you!

So scary! Hope it can be resolved quickly xx

My other favourite: from the studio that brought you Stray Dogs 🐕

Woof

Nothing like saying you're 'not feeling stressed at all' about an announcement to make the universe immediately humble you with a major typo across all platforms ✨

And if you saw a version of this that said it comes out on the '24rd' no you didnt 🥰

Professionally researching mystery and deduction games you also want to play recreationally without accidentally spoiling yourself is like its own point and click adventure

It's time to look at FRUIT BUTTS 🍑

SO excited for the team @lil-pink-clouds.bsky.social!! Lets deliver some mail babyyyyyy

YouTube video by Little Pink Clouds Letters to Arralla OUT NOW!

Letters to Arralla is OUT NOW on Steam with a limited time 20% launch discount!! 🏝️💌

After 5 long years of development and lots of fruit & veggies eaten to power our developers, this cheeky game is finally ready to be delivered directly into your hands!! ☺️ Play now on Steam!

youtu.be/7GbGTEpsoIM

General tickets for Parallels 2025 are now on sale 🎟️

Speaker and playable showcase line-up on our website 📺

www.freeplay.net.au/parallels25

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OBSESSED WITH HER

Silksong is really amplifying my sorrow about the death of critical games culture. I’m so desperate for critical writing, personal reflection, cultural analysis, meandering vibe-based takes - anything other than reporting on sales. And I don’t even know where to read it, let alone pitch it myself

These two collectively vomited and used the litter box in ways I was able to smell AND identify while I was trapped at my desk in a meeting today.

Then they did this, I assume to apologize?

I just love them so much

Yes! That’s it! 🥰

Tom Blythe in The Hunger Games as baby fascist Coriolanus Snow.

Timothy Chalamet in Bones and All as a literal cannibal boy.

What do you call it when you find an actor attractive - but only when they’re playing a fella who sucks, in a toxic and doomed relationship with kinda terrible hair?

You and me both bestie ✨ there’s a PUPPET EPISODE

If I had to sum up one learning from this year of mine professionally, it's that not enough people watched the TV show Angel.

Photograph of a cosplayer twirling in the rain dressed as Padme Amidala in her yellow meadow gown. Light filters through the thin fabric, and creates a halo at her head. Ribbons and gown float from the twirl.

Sorry it's me posting cosplay again. A little Padme in the rain for you ✨

📸: Tay Bassi Creative

Screenshot of a text conversation where a message about a superfund investing in AI is responded to with a sticker of a cat with its paw over its face. The next response is the same cat looking disgusted.

If you’re not using your own pets as reactions what are you even doing?

Hurts/heals is really it ❤️

One year since. I hate that death offers growth. Clarity. Perspective. That your loss changed me for the better. Taught me to let go. To act. To hold tight. So little matters like you mattered. Our little family. Your cuddles. Your loyalty. Your love. It hurt to lose you in the way that made other pain dull. Irrelevant. Your marks are still on the wall. We won't clean them. Your things are beloved by two creatures we love in your honor. We love them like you taught us. A sprout grows from where we lay you.

A black cat looks up at you one paw outstretched as she takes up a whole stair.

It’s that time of year where I post mediocre poetry about my dead cat and you can’t stop me.