#//It's supposed to be terrifying right?

[dxfiedfxte]

@aeonofnewhope replied: "Take me with you-!"

[{ 🦋 }] - "Then what are we waiting for? Rei-Chan? Let's go get ourselves a Grimace shake! See just why this thing is trending right now."

And with that, he lead the way toward the nearest Mcdonald's, completely unaware of the absolutely horrible decision he had just made, would they survive? Only time will tell.

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Hey major shout-out to my fellow trans Jews. This year has been hell and it's hard not to feel like we've been completely abandoned, betrayed, shut out, and made unsafe across the full political spectrum.

I'm so sorry; we deserved better. I hope you're okay and standing strong - we will get through this together 🕎 🏳️‍⚧️ ✡️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Trials of Updog.

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[soap-is-an-artist]

Hooray... it's 7 in the morning and I stayed up all night listening to the imperium... I feel so happy and satisfied with my life choices...

I am feeling very much not cowabunga, dude

[SEVERE rambling in tags]

[its-captain-sir]

anglerfish stop eating me challenge

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #2.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[fidgetspringer]

For a while now Røst has had some recurring issues with hotspots on his lower jaw and unfortunately they got worse while i was away this month. So right now we're doing a bunch of damage control to try and clear them up, which, for a dog that isn't a huge fan of handlig of any kind isn't very fun. And it doesn't help that i can't counter condition because the spots are in the drool zone and he turns sopping wet just at the suggestion of a treat. So all i can do it try to be patient and gentle when he gets anxious about handling, but i also do have to actually get things done, so basically i feel like the world's worst owner right now and Røst isn't exactly my biggest fan :(

[novelconcepts]

96 with newly rescued taivan

96 - POV Outsider

The survivors are all strange. They communicate wordlessly more often than not, their voices low and animal. The way they're looking at the rescue team, you'd think they'd been approached at gunpoint, their peaceful home obliterated by interlopers. The way they're looking at the rescue team, you'd think they didn't want to be rescued at all.

They're all strange, but the strangest of them is the pair near the back. A redhead with horrible scars and a slim Black girl with hunted eyes. They stand shoulder to shoulder, their heads held high. Their hands are clasped, and when one of the team attempts to guide them apart--trying to search for apparent injury--they flinch. The redhead's lip snarls back from her teeth. The Black girl shakes her head, clenching her free hand into a fist.

You'd think they were in immediate danger, not coming out of it. You'd think they were standing at the cusp of some fresh hell, rather than being swaddled in blankets and coaxed onto a helicopter. Of course, maybe it's that last part sparking such fear; the last time any of these kids were in the air, their lives ended.

It's as good an explanation as anything, for how they nestle near to one another, leaving no gaps to be exploited. A scrawny girl with blonde edging the ragged ends of her hair sits at the very middle of the pack. On one side sits the boy with hollow eyes; on the other, the tallest girl, who does not so much as blink when offered a granola bar. She takes it, automatically tearing it into seven pieces. You'd think there weren't plenty more in the supply kit. You'd think she would see as much before dividing and offering up her snack to the others.

The two at the back, the redhead and the Black girl, stare at their pieces. Turn them over in the hands not currently knotted together. They look to each other; the redhead's mouth twists as if in amusement. The Black girl lowers her chin, eyes fluttering shut. They eat slowly, in tandem, never taking their eyes from one another's face. It's strange, how close they sit, practically nested in the same seat. It's strange, how--the food dutifully consumed--they strive to press even closer.

There's something about them. Something that transcends the easy friendship of other girls their age. Something larger, more expansive, obsessive. As if to break skin-to-skin contact is to welcome pain. As if to release the stark-knuckled grip they have on one another is to fall from this helicopter, to plummet into gravity's violent embrace.

You'd think they don't want this. You'd think they were happier where they were, a tiny, unlikely band of children playacting as explorers. You'd think whatever left those scars, hollowed out those eyes, built them into a wary, mistrustful hive was preferable to the strangers offering them salvation.

They are strange, the survivors, and perhaps they have every right to be. Even so, watching them is a haunting affair. The way they cling to one another. The way those two in particular strive to occupy a singular space. The way their hands interlock, interlace, an unbreakable chain.

You'd think they fear, more than anything, what might come next.

[oozebrain]

when your cat sneezes directly into your vape

[goldkirk]

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[shadow-the-crow]

Oh, you want to know how scared i am of the Stranger?

The simple phrases "something was wrong" or "something was off" are enough to make me freeze in terror.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

DOS2 combat gets easier once you realise that it's not just about getting enemies' HP to 0, but you need to do everything in your power so that enemy NPCs don't get to do anything when it's their turn.

When they have no armour at all, neither physical nor magic, they're an easy target, because there's a wide variety of ways to stop them - knockdown, stun, charm, freeze, sleep, petrification, etc.

I've learned that there's often no point spreading the damage between physical and magic if you can help it, because it just makes chewing through both kinds of armour take longer (unless you have to, of course).

When they have much less physical armour than magic, then you wear them down with physical attacks, until they have no physical armour left, then knock them down or turn them into a chicken. Atrophy can be helpful against melee combatants, but not 100% reliable.

When they have much less magic armour than physical, you zap them with magic until there's no magic armour left, then freeze them, or stun, or petrify, or charm, or put them to sleep, etc. Plenty of options there.

And when they also have the Perseverance talent (the most annoying one ever), so you don't want to stun them or knock them down, because the talent makes their physical and magic armour regenerate after most disabling statuses, guess what - IT'S CHICKEN TIME! THE CHICKEN CLAW SPELL STILL WORKS! Oh, the chicken form has timed out? MORE CHICKEN TIME! Learn Chicken Claw. And always carry some back up Chicken Claw scrolls. Not even the biggest dragon or the meanest demon can hurt you when it's a chicken. 👍🐔

[fictionadventurer]

After very little research into the other writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose Wilder Lane, my hypothesis about the Little House authorship question is that the writing is mostly Rose's, but the heart is Laura's.

In Laura's newspaper columns, the parts that sound most like Little House mostly come from the extracts she shares from Rose's letters (incidentally, it's kind of adorable how proud she is of Rose: "My daughter's in France!", "My daughter's in Albania!", etc.) The prose of Old Home Town, Rose's inspired-by-my-childhood-home novel, has some of the same concise descriptive prose that I've come to associate with the Little House style (I could hear passages in the voice of the Little House audiobook narrator).

Yet the Little House soul is all over Laura's columns. She's fascinated by the simple tasks of life, believes in home and family and hard work, believes in holding onto the goodness of childhood and looking forward with hope toward the future. There's an optimism, almost a romanticism, about life. The children's series that bears her name clearly comes from the same woman.

Rose, by contrast, is much more pessimistic. When writing about childhood, she's almost cynical about the life of a small town. She highlights the dark stories underlying the wholesome exterior, is extremely sensitive to the pitfalls of the social scene around her. Part of the difference is that Rose is writing for adults, but there does seem to be an essential difference in the personality behind the pen, despite the stylistic similarities to Little House.

(At the risk of pop psychoanalyzing people long dead, Rose seems much more neurotic and introverted and sensitive than her mother. In her writings and in the books about her childhood in Missouri, she comes across as child of a fairly comfortable modern life, with all the modern anxieties, in contrast to a woman who grew up starving on the prairie and knows that there are much worse things to endure than small-town gossip).

It's not much of a thesis, but I'm just fascinated by the fact that the Little House series can share so many stylistic similarities with Rose's writings, yet feel so much more like Laura.

[777durt777]

Aw thank you for the tag @quickjaw ☺️💚

Lock Screen; Last Movie I Watched; Last Song I Listened To; Last Picture I Took

Tagging (no pressure)

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[fromtheseventhhell]

People from all across the world being able to freely travel to Israel, join the IDF, and participate in a genocide with no repercussions is such a difficult concept for me to wrap my mind around