I wanna believe in this, but the last time I heard something like this logic it was a friend low-key rooting for Donald Trump's presidency on the grounds that it would be so disastrous for the nation we would be forced to change or break in the wake.
I mean I still don't get the popularity of Charizard with it being just a basic bitch dragon when it's flanked by a pair of bizarre kaiju with a forrest its back and a pair of literal cannons popping from its shoulders (respectively), but I long ago conceded I am not the Pokemon majority.
High-key infuriating.
Never let it be said I wasn't down to shitpost.
Honestly if someone told me I could be born rich but I had to do it in another time I'd still try and swing it after indoor plumbing and penicillin... maybe I could still change the timeline for the better with the knowledge, who knows?
The Masterpiece Society by Doubleintegral.
It's the kind of story I suspect you could slip between the pages of a magazine or compilation paperback and possibly not realize it was fetish literature first.
Cake is just bread with lots of sugar and fat in it, so she probably qualifies.
I acknowledge you loved that song.
It terrorized me as a child.
I used to sleep with the radio on, listening to the oldies station, and then that sad song about first love lost tragically made me so irrationally angry, that even as a five year old I'd scream, jump out of bed, and unplug the radio.
You just reminded me that 1999 was the year Pearl Jam released Last Kiss, and I hate that song so much that it made me hate Pearl Jam for decades.
Had to give this a second look and realize it was the titties falling rather than just clapping together... could have made for a funny gif, lol.
Mirrorverse Gastric Band, got it.
In my experience as someone who has admired certain folks in the community, you kinda just have to reach out to them rather than hoping for an attaboy.
Turns out we're all just kinda online weirdos for the most part.
I mean when I'm feeling shitty about my creative talents I just go back and try jerking off to my stuff... if it's still turning me on, it's doing its job.
I feel like being a smut creator is one of the few creative fields where it should be encouraged to stroke your own ego.
I was just thinking about making Chow Mein Cookies with pistachios for a fraction of the price of the Dubai Chocolate, lmao.
So I have an idea... youtube.com/shorts/upkSN...
Well in fairness I mostly know you as the guy that's been doing funky comics for a long ass time and also made that comic panel meme edit that people thought was real for a while.
Game is a lot of fun, for the record: Has a whole ass solo campaign for lonely weirdos and everything.
It's a hell of a tightrope to walk, because I know learning a whole new system that's reasonably dense can be a big ask. Sometimes it's just easier for tables to strip out the mechanics they're not vibing with.
I advocate for simple systems with strong cores you can bolt supplements to for theme.
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Not the character from the franchise I would have immediately picked, admittedly.
But I respect it.
More like the Edgehog. 👈😏
Finally a virus worth spreading.
"Stop eating our gold!"
"But we're out of elixirs..."
"And what makes you think we'll be able to buy more if you keep eating all of it? You literally jingle when you walk!"
"Can't we just warp back to the starting town and buy some cheap ones?"
"SHE ATE OUR WARP FLUTE!"
It is a spectacularly privileged position to live in America right now and withhold one's vote to "teach the closest thing to 'your side' a lesson".
Doing art for art's sake is all well and good but the people who argue for it never do so in favor of hobbyist artists... and making art for a living requires a living to help you make art.
I think what's more upsetting than that was that it wasn't even suicidal ideation... it's just an ADHD byproduct.
That childish compulsion to put your hand on the stove even though you know it's hot and will burn you, but to things that would downright main or kill you.
No joke: She called the head of the facility in, had to have an extended conversation with them about the call of the void, and the weeks later I discovered they failed my evaluation for "suicidal ideation".
My case worker was pissed, most of all because she has to call to learn this from them.
"One must go fast... but then, who amongst us could outrace the specter of oblivion at the hands of time? Even the fastest amongst us cannot outrun the swing of the reaper's scythe."
Had a therapist ask me if I ever had suicidal thoughts... told her about this.
It went poorly.
