#so knock yourself out

[guinevereslancelot]

i always wanted someone to make blackout poetry of one of my posts but so far i have only had one blacked out to say egg. i guess you if you can't write the poem yourself you can't choose the poem

[nixnuevo]

taylorpilled swiftmaxxing

[serenedash]

Since there's Foretellers at it- Gula? Or, y'know, Skuld, best girl-

I bet you weren't expecting a screenshot redraw and that's okay because I wasn't either

[wikitpowers]

quick pretend ur me in the comments i’m tryna see something !!!

[leosgreyfringe]

literally can’t get my mind off the match. I already obsess over poor arsenal results but this one included MY LITTLE GUY….

[velveteen-vampire]

can i ask what nine sols is? your posts have intrigued me...

YES YES I CAN

its a metroidvania apparently inspired by hollow knight, sekiro, and katana zero (my sources have informed me that that last influence is heavy) and i got into it when my boyfriend randomly pulled it up to try it out and the world and story captivated me instantlyyy

its got a very well thought out world that it drip feeds you lore about throughout the game and some genuinely stunning environmental design that conveys that world building beautifully. they love to call this game "taopunk" (taoist cyberpunk) in the marketing and i suppose that is the most efficient way to convey the vibe tho im not sure how specifically cyberpunk it is vs just scifi. i really appreciate a scifi story that feels like its truly rooted in the culture its from instead of generically americanized. the story follows yi (thats the little cat with the big jacket that i have feelings for) as he goes on a revenge quest against his former colleagues after they tried to murder him 500 years ago. lots in there about death and acceptance and and technology vs faith. very good game. true ending made me cry for real. and thats not even getting into the way the gameplay is actually fun and rewarding to master and how its got customizable difficulty so if you hate dying over and over like me you can keep the game fun. its a good game!!!!! everyone should plays it :) please.

[salt-ofthe-middle-earth]

[slaps roof of Bilbo Baggins] this hobbit can fit so much migraine in him

[oozeandgoo-art]

speculative interface mods, go go go

[campbyler]

guys im scared…the suspense…is that what is supposed to kill me

well actually we meant something more like this but the death by suspense is a fun bonus!

[d-adpool]

what’s your skincare routine? i’m dying to know how you keep your skin so… uh… moisturized?

(my handler’s sending this. i’m harpy, though.)

i uh. don't think anyone's ever been jealous of my skin before. if you want your skin to look like mine the steps i took are

-develop an aggressive cancer

-sign up for weapon x

-let sadistic scientists experiment on you and try to kill you a bunch.

you'll probably die and even if you don't they'll keep you as a slave forever but boom. world's worst skin. there you go

[change-the-rules]

more than wanting a son instead of daughters my father wanted marionettes whose strings he could pull

little robots he could program into a legacy he was proud of

i often think of that dad out there somewhere who responds to braggadocious parents with 'yea but are they cool? my kids are so cool. i love hanging out with them'

it always fills me with a sort of bittersweet joy, heartening to know it exists

painful because -i think my dad only thinks he loves us

he certainly doesn't like us

mostly I think he simply loves the idea of us

of what we could've been, should have been

if it were not for the simple fact that we are people not robots, not marionettes

i spent my entire childhood struggling, begging for help, silently because i did not know there was anything wrong

i thought life was that overwhelmingly difficult for everyone

my father never disabused me of the notion- life is hard- adjust and adapt- appearances are everything-

he didn't raise me to be

Like

This

lazy

selfish

stubborn

irrational

too much

a fucking disappointment

a lost cause

.....

mentally ill- of course there's no such thing as mental illness

he fishes a dead baby out of a dumpster in the morning

after lunch he bags romeo's gun and steadies a swaying juilette while his partner cuts her down from a tree

which means when I cry myself into a fit that night over nothing I need to grow the fuck up

eleven is too young to have any problems you see

he is the only one entitled to his feelings- talking must be too much like therapy

because he never says any of this out loud

all too fond of asserting actions speak louder than words

never his actions though

only ours

his words tell us we can always come to him with anything good or bad

he goes ballistic if he doesn't like what he hears

his trauma-packed tightly into an old-fashioned steamer trunk covered in pithy bumper stickers, spilling out

our only inheritance

I found the words, eventually realized life is not inherently

factually

universally

That Hard for everyone

the revelation was hope

a life preserver i grabbed with both hands

I used them to beg for clemency

for help

a hand to help pull me from beneath the crushing weight of existence

a weapon to fight the darkness - i needed a flashlight

he'd tell me to take two bullets and call him in the morning

his loaded gun winking at me from the spilled light of our fucking refrigerator

empty of course because trying to starve me out of my depression made more sense to him

than compassion

that's not quite right he was fixing me, that was him showing compassion

I was being difficult to spite him afterall

he was simply preparing me for the harsh realities of life

"the real world is a cruel place"

I'm still not sure where I was living all that time if not the real world

maybe his gun did go off that day I opened the freezer for ice and was greeted with a service weapon to the face

maybe i was finally able to give him what he wanted

a daughter he could be proud of, could love without such an unseemly mess of humanity

In Loving Memory

Instead of a Lost Fucking Cause

[wine-dark-soup]

im an idiot who took the time to recruit wyll and karlach and bond with them and the tieflings refugees even if i intend to raid the grove full evil way (karlach/wyll leave and the tieflings die). There's like no workaround that doesn't rely on 'unofficial' methods. So now i'm just sad as i stare at khaga and wonder if i should draw my sword

[villowstar]

there is a new porter robinson song in less than 30 minutes! ooohhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[angelic-upper-management]

Do you have a map? Cause I'm getting lost in your eyes

There is no need for a map when the imbecile @certainly-not-nice created the shockingly useful invention of stars when they still were respectable. Humans these days; always on their maps. You know, back in the Virgin Mary’s days, they didn’t have maps! The three Magi (or, as the youth say, wise men) navigated to the quite important birth of your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ using nothing but prayer and the North Star.

-Gabriel

[crybaby-bkg]

it is truly so insane how reading motivates you to write so much more

[darthluffy]

Realizing that Matt is letting Keyleth join the battle against Ludinus:

Realizing that Matt is letting Keyleth join the battle against Ludinus: