#I once liked a 70 year old

[exescenes]

The way most people I’m attracted to are much older than me…I think I have problems, but can you blame me?

[allogrim]

"Maitre in the bedroom, Maitre only when it's hot or convenient" is so funny to me, because like... yeah? That's... how it works? Sorry you wanted your boytoy to make you a fledgling, Louis, but he literally said the safeword and now you're being a dick about it, sooo...

[fisheito]

Morvaluation ch.6:

[a2zillustration]

Waited until I didn't have a BG3 comic queued to post these but it was hourly comics day! I love hourly comics day! I've done it the past 5-ish years and it's fun to 1) have a little annual journal and 2) see what style I decided to draw in that year. 10/10 would recommend!

[finalpam8000]

The Trio of Neverland, Zagreus, and Scherzo have completely ruined my brain because I’m now convinced the only way my favorite show can be creative again is for it to get taken off the air.

[bepenikki]

list of things i have to do:

chemistry homework for tomorrow (very long)

literature homework (read a shitty book i hate)

art homework

history homework

list of things im doing:

watching miencraftt five nights at freeddys roleplay frommm 7 years ago made for childrenn

making a spreadsheet forr the minecraft five nights at freddys roleplay

writing fanfics about the minecraft five nights at freddys roleplay

making a playlist for the minecraft five nights at freddys roleplay because i saw someone say the other playlists were incomplete (not very well made, missing a handful of episodes i realized a couple hundred episodes later i probs should have added)

[mikeyp16]

Me: ow, why does my back hurt so much?

Also me:

[dankovskaya]

I love Kory I wish I could be anything other than mediocre with her in that game but unfortunately injustice 2 has been the absolute worst online fighting game experience of my life on account of the voice chat that you cannot fucking disable for whatever godless reason

[bibleofficial]

old white men should be legally required to relinquish all guns upon retirement

[carbonateddelusion]

eddie's so silly <3 me when I'm 40 and I have a panic attack because "oh no am I taking advantage of this person am I being a nasty weirdo my father was right I'm so awful and evil and-" and then you ask what he's freaking out overr and he's like. "isaac is A DECADE YOUNGER THAN ME !!"

"so you're a 40 year old dating a 30 year old"

"YES I know I'm taking advantage of their immaturity aren't I-"

cut to Isaac, built like a whole-ass bear. aged like fine wine but boy is he aged. he's 30 but he LOOKS Edgar's age bc of stress. like this is A Man this is not a Boy. this is a whole-ass panda bear right there and honestly the fact that Eddie gets so worked up over it is hilarious to me because it's ISAAC

[abluescarfonwaston]

First we get a questioning gay (maybe bi) guy and then we get a trans(?) Kid. Persona 4 is like. So close to being a supportive queer narrative.

And then it has one of the kids be like are you going to jump me since your into dudes and we're sleeping in the same tent? With no way to be like Bro stop it.

And doing the favorite trope of 'HES A GIRL???' and switching pronouns immediately despite their alternative self literally offering them top surgery. Can we please ask Naoto what they want. Cause at least in professor Layton the person changed presentation to avoid literal death. Here it's just. Because detectives are normally guys??? You think a kid in the department thinks risking being labeled a crossdresser is worse than being a Girl??? I am shaking the writers. Naoto is trans and your logic doesn't follow!!! He's transitioning and we should get to fucking respect that!!! GRRR.

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

being autistic, for me, has involved learning so many really basic problem solving skills basically starting as an adult just because my young life was more or less completely defined by people trying to suppress the ideas and behaviors and habits that i had that felt good and made sense to me, and telling me that that was one of the Many Incorrect ways to do things and i had to do the One Correct way like they did or else they would keep humiliating me about the way i did things. like wearing clothes wrong or stimming in inappropriate ways around other people werent addressed as things that were created by reasonings and thus had alternatives, they were just treated as me having a wrong brain and having to be corrected by being told the rules. i didnt figure out that i could layer clothes for comfort or fashion until i was literally 15 or 16 because i was so sure that i had to do things the right way, which is pants + shirt + coat only if its cold enough for a coat. my siblings both tried very hard to convince my parents to let them wear their shoes on the opposite feet and it always turned into a fight because they hated wearing shoes the right way, when if it had been treated as a rational human behavior they could have gotten more comfortable shoes, or been made to wear shoes less often, or someone even couldve figured out that it was because all of us have severely collapsed arches and that means that shoes dont fit right. this is a longer post than it was supposed to be but the point is that its weird having to feel like youre passing milestones of basic rational thought that you shouldve had down at like 9 years old, and you probably DID have it down but you were trained so good you permanently forgot how to think for yourself. being autistic just crushes you from all directions

[myname-isnia]

I was so bored that I went and scrolled back through my blog and DMs and old art, and I got up to summer 2021 at which point I had to stop because I got too damn emotional

[yokelfelonking]

Post 9/11 Trivia

Most folks on this site were either children on September 11, 2001, or weren’t even born yet.  But America went crazy for about a year afterwards.  Here’s some highlights that I remember that might not be in your history books:

There was national discussion on whether or not Halloween should be canceled because…fuck if I know why.  After planes crashed into buildings in NYC it follows that 6-year-olds in Iowa shouldn’t be allowed to dress up like Batman and ask their neighbors for candy, I guess.  (Halloween wasn’t canceled, by the way.)

On a similar note, people asked if comedy - any sort of comedy - was appropriate anymore, ever.

People sold shitty parachutes to suckers “in case your building gets attacked and you have to jump out the window.” There were honest-to-God news reports warning people not to jump out of the window with shitty mail-order parachutes because they wouldn't work.

As a follow-up to the attacks, someone mailed anthrax to some prominent politicians and news anchors - you know, famous people - along with some badly-written notes about “you cannot stop us, death to America, Allah is good” and after that every time some random dumbass found a package in the mail they didn’t recognize they thought that the terrorists were targeting them, too.

Everyone was similarly convinced that their town was going to be the next target, even if they were a little town in the middle of nowhere. "Our town of Bumblefuck, South Dakota (population 690) has the largest styrofoam pig statue west of the Mississippi! Terrorists might fly planes into that too! It's a prime target!"

People started taping up their windows and trying to make their houses or apartments airtight out of fear of chemical and biological attacks. There were news reports warning people that turning your house into an airtight box was a bad idea because, y'know, you need air to breathe.

"[X] supports terrorism!" and “if we do [X], the terrorists win!” were used as arguments for everything.  "Some rich Arab you never heard of donated to his organization that backs Hamas which backs al-Queda, and also owns stock in a holding company that has partial ownership of the Pringles company, so if you eat Pringles you're supporting terrorism!" "The terrorists want to tear down our freedoms and our way of life and rule us through fear! Eating what you want is one of our freedoms as Americans! If you're afraid to eat Pringles, the terrorists win!" (I promise you that this sort of argument is in no way hyperbole.) (This argument is how Halloween was saved, by the way.  “If we cancel Halloween, the terrorists win!”)

People worked 9/11 into everything, and I mean everything, whether it was appropriate or not.  If you went to the grocery store the tortilla chips would remind you to support the troops on the packaging. Used car sales would be dedicated to our brave first responders. You couldn't wipe your ass without the toilet paper rolls reminding you to never forget the fallen of 9/11, and again, this is not hyperbole. My uncle, who lived in Ohio and had never been to New York except to visit once in the 70′s, died of a stroke about 8 months after 9/11, and the priest brought up the attacks at the eulogy.

On a similar local note, on the day of 9/11, after the towers went down, gas stations in my home town immediately jacked up gas prices.  The mayor had the cops go around and force them to take them back down.  I doubt any of that was legal.

Before 9/11, Christianity in America - and religion in general - was on a downward swing, with reddit-tier atheism on the upswing. Religion was outdated superstition from a bygone age. The day after 9/11? Every single church was PACKED. (This wasn't a bad thing, but the power-hungry on the Evangelical Right saw this as a golden opportunity to grab power and influence.)

EDIT: By Popular Demand - Freedom Fries. I initially left these off because they came a couple years after the initial panic and most people thought they were kind of absurd (and I don't recall anyone really going along with it other than maybe some local diners here and there). France didn't want to get involved in our world policing so some folks were like "TRAITORS!" and wanted to call french fries "Freedom Fries" instead, so as to stick it to the French.

Besides dumb shit like that…it’s really hard to overstate how completely the national mood and character changed in the span of a day, or how much of the current culture war is a result of the aftermath. (9/11 was the impetus for the sharp rise in power of the Evangelical Right, who made themselves utterly odious and the following backlash helped the rise of the current Progressive Left, for instance.)

And if all of this seems batshit...well, it was. But I want you to think for a moment how people react today over even trivial shit. People send death threats over children's cartoons. They call for blood if the maker of a video game had an opinion they don't like. If someone made a racist joke a decade ago when they were a teenage edgelord, folks will go after people who even associate with them. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ALL THE HARM THEY'RE DOING!?"

Now take that same level of over-the-top histrionics and apply it to the unprecedented event of passenger planes crashing into crowded buildings in America's most populous city and killing thousands of people all at once. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT WE WERE ATTACKED!?"

[certifiablyinsanez]

I am haunted by the detailed, completed map of Hell that Edwin took notes on. You don’t understand, it makes me sick. It’s one thing to have a basic layout, a vague idea, or a rudimentary map but it was meticulously detailed. Down to doors and what they do and where they go. Down to secret spaces in the walls. He even knew what ringing an innocuous bell would do. It can only mean one thing. We don’t know when Edwin began trying to escape, but assuming he started from the get go, it means that he spent all his decades in Hell trying to find a way out. He never stopped running. And that is assuming he never stopped. From his second trip, we could see he resorted to his old ways and ran. But he was eventually caught, reduced to pieces. Even when Charles showed up, he didn’t seem very optimistic about their chances. He could feel every second of those 70 years. There were likely many times he fell to hopelessness, trembling in the corner watching himself be desecrated knowing it was going to happen again and again. How long? How many times did he try to be so, so quiet, hoping he would have a few moments before the next round? How many times did he muster the ability to run, just one more time? How long did it take him to run, discovering the ends of each ring? How many times did he sprint up, down, north, south, east, west, trying to escape? And what happened when he finally escaped? How long did it take for him to be able to relax, even a little? Because he can never relax. He must always outrun Death and her constituents because he can’t count on them to be fair. How many times does he look over his shoulder, waiting for the monster to claim its eternal meal once again? His breath of fresh air, his first taste of companionship in ages not only keeps him company, but sticks by him. And then, in that blessing there comes a curse, because now you have something to lose. Because when you taste ambrosia how can you return to starvation? He feels safe with Charles. Happy and comfortable, but the threat always lingers. And he knows that Charles couldn’t fend off Death. He never considered he could fend off Hell beasts; after all, he’s just a ghost kid. He watches innocents be slaughtered on repeat, unphased by the level of violence but no less affected by it, because no one has even a clue what it takes to be this kind. Even at his most happy, he has so, so much to lose and he goes back to Hell when hope was dangled in his face like the fruit of Tantalus. When he returns, he’s subjected to Hell once again, sustaining through torture that obliterates souls, only to watch his best friend, his confidant, his platonic soulmate, die horrifically. This woman who gave him sea-glass courage, so powerful and yet so fragile. Allowed him to be himself, gave him permission to do so. Was the openness to his closed self, and now she is gone. And he retains his composure, his stiff, British posture because it is what has saved him from madness and Despair, protected him, and now the world is darker without Niko Sasaki in it. But surely he saw this coming. After all, humans are messy. And yet, he shows up for their souls, time and time again.

Edwin Payne is THE character.

[holographicbutch]

We need more all ages queer events/get togethers I swear to god