#Tirade

[iamthecheesesandwitch]

This may be nitpicky of me, but people need to read up on what makes a wizard different from a sorcerer in D&D if they're gonna write specifics about Gale using magic.

Too many times in fic I see people saying shit like, "he pulled from the weave intrinsically" or that he's casting a spell using "his will alone". THE ENTIRE POINT OF A WIZARD IS THAT THEY GET THEIR MAGIC THROUGH STUDY! INTRINSIC USE OF MAGIC IS A SORCERER THING!

Sometimes authors will even have him casting spells in ways that could only be achieved through metamagic, A DEFINING CHARACTERISTIC OF SORCERERS.

I understand that it's fanfic and people have the right to write however they want, and that a lot of people in the fandom's first exposure to D&D is BG3, but missing the fundamental aspects of his class so much that it reads as an entirely different one upsets me for no good reason

[wealmostaneckbeard]

Minecraft always sucked

I dislike minceraft because it started off as a neckbearded-internet-libertarian's fantasy simulation of "living off the grid," in the mid-2000s. Since then it's been bought by Microsoft and marketed by YouTube's algorithm, two massive mostly untrustworthy corporations.

Okay, it's origins and current state are obnoxiously capitalistic but the gameplay is cool, right?

Yes, it is cool that people can express themselves through in-game architectural/interior designs, or learn about programming automation. But last I checked the unmodded game doesn't teach people how to live sustainably by keeping industrial/agricultural pollutants out of the water table. Or how replacing biomes with urban development can result in natural disasters such as floods and disease outbreaks. The game is basically teaching people that the destruction/exploitation of nature for industry and self-expression is an unavoidable necessity with barely any downsides. And as I've implied that is so very wrong!

Which brings me to my last point: The problem with a lot of survival-crafting games is that it reinforces the libertarian homesteader delusion. That society (with all it's efficient conveniences and life saving public services) can collapse and every one will be fine because they can just live off the bounty of the land. Therefore it's okay that in real life, corporate lobbying destroys governments around the world while corporate industry renders the earth uninhabitable for all life. As long as you have the ownership your little plot of land with your little log cabin, everything is okay! Fuck the rest of the world and everyone in it!

[donaiocell]

Şimdi söyleyin bana: Bu çiçek ağzımın içindeyken, sâkin, sessiz köşemde otura bilir miyim? Söylüyorum bunu karıma, soruyorum? “Nedir benden istediğin? Öpeyim mi yani seni?” “Evet öp beni” diyor. Geçen gün ne yaptı biliyor musunuz? Dudaklarını bir toplu iğne ile delik deşik etti, kanattı, sonra başımı iki eli arasına alarak beni ağzımdan öptü. Benimle beraber ölmek istiyormuş! Salak!

Luigi Pirandello, Ağzı Çiçekli Adam Tiradı

Ölüm, garip, iğrenç, korkunç bir böcek olsa ve yoldan geçen birinin yakasına konsa. Siz de onu görseniz. Yolda durup: “Affedersiniz, müsaade eder misiniz? Yolunuzu kestim ama üzerinize ölüm konmuş” demez misiniz? Şöyle iki parmağınızı uzatıp, onu fırlatıp atmaz mısınız? Ne mükemmel olurdu değil mi? Fakat ölüm bir böcek değil. Bu gelip geçenlerin arasında bir çokları onu üzerlerinde taşıyorlar, ama görünmüyor. Onun için de korkusuz, rahat rahat dolaşıp, yarınki, yarından sonraki hayatlarını kuruyorlar. Örneğin ben. Biraz gelir misiniz? Şu fenerin altına gidelim. Orası daha aydınlık. Bakın, şurada bıyığımın altına, dudağımın üstende pek hoş duran küçük çiçeği görüyor musunuz? Doktorlar buna ne diyorlar, biliyor musun? Oh! Çok hoş bir adı var. Karamela gibi tatlı bir ad: Epithelioma. Söyleyin benimle beraber, siz de tadını duyacaksınız. “EPİTHELİOMA”: Çiçeklere takılan adlara da benziyor, değil mi? Nedir bu biliyor musunuz? Ölüm. Geçerken bu çiçeği dudağıma yapıştırıverdi. “Hatıram olsun” dedi. Arkasından da şunu ekledi. “Beş altı aya kadar gelirim” Şimdi söyleyin bana: Bu çiçek ağzımın içindeyken, sâkin, sessiz köşemde otura bilir miyim? Söylüyorum bunu karıma, soruyorum? “Nedir benden istediğin? Öpeyim mi yani seni?” “Evet öp beni” diyor. Geçen gün ne yaptı biliyor musunuz? Dudaklarını bir toplu iğne ile delik deşik etti, kanattı, sonra başımı iki eli arasına alarak beni ağzımdan öptü. Benimle beraber ölmek istiyormuş! Salak! Herhalde evde oturacak değilim, vitrinleri seyretmeliyim, tezgâhtarların el çabukluğuna hayran olmalıyım… Çünkü kafam bir an boş kalırsa, çevremdeki bütün hayatı yok etmeyi düşünebilirim. Örneğin sizin gibi son treni kaçırmış, hiç tanımadığım birini tabancamı çıkarıp şuracıkta öldürebilirim Korkmayın böyle bir niyetim yok. Şaka yaptım. Kayısı zamanıdır şimdi. Nasıl yersiniz onları? Üzerindeki incecik zarıyla mı? İkiye bölersiniz, biraz sıkınca meyva, ıslak bir çift dudağa benzer. Ah! Ne güzel şey. Bana bir iyilik yapın: Yarın sabah erkenden gideceğiniz o küçük köyün istasyonunda trenden indikten sonra evinize kadar yürüyün. Yolda üzerinde pırıl pırıl kırağı parlayan bir demet yeşilliği koparın, koparın ve sayın. Kaç tane ot koparmışsanız o kadar yaşayacak günüm var demektir. Ama ne olur, demet biraz kalın olsun. İyi geceler…

[crotchety-old-blogger]

I have seen this picture of this model one too many times in my feed. Now, vengeance is mine!

Hot?!? You think you’re hot??? You look like the joker! That’s all I can see! I would like to imagine that the only person who might find this individual attractive is someone who—without half trying—bares a striking resemblance to Harley Quinn. 

[crotchety-old-blogger]

This fresh hell is going to keep me up for the rest of the night.

😱

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA The Times di Oggi giovedì, 21 novembre 2024

[jayveesim]

How you gone win when you ain't right within? Nah uh, come again.

- Lauryn Hill 🏵

[newagesurvivalist]

Contentment and purpose

We don't get to decide if our actions are glorious: history decides this. A well-known phrase went: true glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing, what deserves to be read. These are truly the most amazing things. We want to write, but truly, these things, of literature, of creativity (of happiness) are trite and tiresome, and have nothing to do with the ferocious war machine, that undergirds our every single swing, our every maniacal strike; and so we see, the purpose in life is found less in these simple, memorable things, and much more in definitive delights, in beautiful, or uplifting moments, and in life itself.

The fake essence of everyday things is in no way connected to that ethereal peace of mind that surrounds the palaces of normal activity, in which we find some kind of abode in a way that makes us believe what is right in the natural flow of methodologies. We are stuck in the believability, of essences and of stridentness, in which our ordinary renumerations are fickle and in a certain sense, regurgitatory. But the therapeutic world-view of normal things revives the remunerations of the normal order in which people sit around and hope for happiness, and so simply the world-work of happy reactions is given some supremacy in the entities of sheer redudancy and happiness in some normal essence, which means that we can, in fact, do what we can to change the normal world, or set a course to the normal workplace of happy identity in which the essences of the world become stuck or replaced, even though there is a consistent requirement, in the essence, of simple, reflectional correspondence in the truest way we can recognize, the misery of dislocated firmament. And this is truly the requirement of silly identity, so that the hope for relocation is verily just oppressed, or somehow misunderstood.

[crotchety-old-blogger]

Me to new artwork: *suspicious tone* So . . . . how did you start this piece?

Artist: Well I started off with a 12.5" x 12.5" canvas, then apply a then coat of---

Me:

[gnadlib]

Schlammspuren

Was ich nicht verstehe: Den Witz von Fahrrädern ohne Schutzbleche. Jetzt bei dem schönen Wetter schwärmen ja die Radfahrer wieder aus. An den Wochenenden und nach Feierabend fährt einem gerade außerorts praktisch an jedem Busch jemand fast über die Füße. Ziemlich oft Continue reading Schlammspuren

[forecast0ctopus]

concussion does not negate bitchiness…..this must be known

[soop-musical-fool]

reminder that (at least in the US) school administration in public schools (where the hierarchy is most strict) are heavily self-selecting for straight up wanting to control children who can't fight back in any way

schools are too often run like prisons. those who think that creates any positive values, or higher work ethic, or discipline, has clearly not seen the actual results: fear, distrust, secrecy, and sometimes even PTSD.

The priority on control and obedience has got to go.

[sunderwight]

Cumplane where Airplane, in a fit of either bravery or insanity or positive or negative self-esteem (he's not totally sure) decides to cosplay as Luo Binghe and post the pictures online.

Of course, he doesn't do it as "Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky", he knows he has some questionable fans and doesn't really want to hand them a picture of his face. So he posts the images under one of the pseudonyms he uses for lurking around the comment section and social media tags. It's just a handful of images of him looking like the protagonist in his head, attempting to strike cool poses in a wig and some period clothes (he rented both).

The reception is... mixed. Airplane does not have abs, after all, nor a flawless complexion or much skill with makeup. He is fat, freckled, and awkward. The PIDW readership is not known for being particularly supportive either. In fact they're mostly a crab bucket of negativity and masculine posturing, so he gets a lot of mean-spirited commentary.

It's fine. Nothing he hadn't expected. Really solidifies for him that posting was a fit of madness, actually! What did he even expect? He's bracing himself for the worst when he sees that Peerless Cucumber, notorious hate-reader and defender of Luo Binghe's honor, has commented. Ah, shit. He's probably going to rip into Airplane for daring to sully his precious Binghe's reputation by dressing up like that, isn't he?

The comment is long, too. Fuck. Airplane's not sure if his self-esteem can take a comprehensive beating from the champion hater himself, but he's too curious not to look.

Shen Yuan, in the meanwhile, is just pleased that there has FINALLY been a Luo Binghe cosplayer who looks the part. Of course Luo Binghe wouldn't have exaggerated muscles, those are just a product of dehydration. Binghe spent most of his disciple years running around chopping wood and hauling laundry, and then later doing whatever he could to pack on the calories in order to make it through the Abyss. A hefty workman's build would only make sense for him, anything else would be nonsense. Airplane also described Luo Binghe as having a beautiful face, which Shen Yuan won't blame most cosplayers for not being able to just make happen, but a beautiful face doesn't mean "covered in so much makeup it looks like an anime character"! When would Luo Binghe have the time or inclination to put on makeup? A natural beauty with some inevitable blemishes would make more sense and be much more appealing, and this "Airplane Crashing to the Ground" (funny play on the author's name, Shen Yuan approves) has very pretty features! Everyone hating on this cosplay is just an idiot, the only actual problem is that his wig is poorly fitted.

So in true Peerless Cucumber fashion, he lays this all out.

This gets him embroiled in arguments with several other fans, who even accuse him of actually being the guy in the photos, claiming that there's no other reason why he would defend them. Shen Yuan doesn't care if people think that's him, because that's still the best Luo Binghe cosplay he's ever seen, but he doesn't want them doubting the sincerity of his arguments. So, he decides that the only reasonable thing to do is dress himself up in cosplay as well and then post the actual photos of himself.

While he'd like to dress up as one of Luo Binghe's allies like Mobei Jun, or maybe someone cool like Yue Qingyuan, he is too pedantic to think he could pull that off. Those guys are all strong warrior types, and Shen Yuan is a scrawny pale rich kid who looks like he'd probably lose a fight with a wet paper towel. The only characters he could plausibly pull off would be some of the more consumptive members of Binghe's harem and maybe, maybe, one of the weaker villains like Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan is NOT posting pictures of himself crossplaying to the central nexus of toxic masculinity itself, so... Shen Qingqiu it is!

Poor Airplane has to go sit and stare at a while for a while. Peerless Cucumber likes his cosplay. Peerless Cucumber, ardent defender of Shang Qinghua's sellout crappy main character mary-sue, thinks Airplane is good-looking enough to cosplay as him. And said so. Repeatedly. And then posted borderline thirst-trap villain cosplay of himself, inadvertently revealing in the process that he is hot.

What the. What. What?!

Anyway, Shen Yuan suggests that they attend the next convention both cosplaying together because Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky is supposed to be doing a meet & greet at that one, and wouldn't it be fun to go as a pair? And Airplane agrees before his brain catches up and he realizes that might present a problem.

[readbythestarlight]

Holmes when a crime has been committed: righteous indignation, judgement, People Are Terrible

Holmes when he’s bored: WHY is nobody committing CRIMES?!