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[scuffle-with-spirals]

I swear people don't talk about the shit that just happens in DS visual novels enough. Like yeah okay we lawyering but you better get this parrot to cough it up on the stand. Hey let's do a detective story but have the presentation be just one of the most impressive uses of the hardwares capabilites and be the most visually interesting shit ever just because. Yes you are a surgeon slicing and dicing and laser beaming the fucking patient but can you disarm a bomb

[sadthixx]

so i tried making homemade hot cocoa and

holy shit

IT'S SO GOOOD

here I'll even share a recipe below the cut PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ITS GOOD-

All I did for this is a small cup of milk, a little bit of coffee cream, a bit of sugar, a dash of cinnamon, a Tony's chocolate bar (you can use any ofc), and a very, very small amount of salt

To prepare it, break the chocolate and save for later. Get a small pot and pour a small amount of milk and cream to heat up on medium heat, stir it so it doesn't get a skin on top of it. Once it's warm, pour in some sugar, and whisk until all the sugar is melted. Put in a dash of cinnamon and whisk for a moment.

Finally, the chocolate. Whisk in the chocolate, and keep whisking as you drop in more pieces until it's all gone. It should look like someone put a lot of chocolate syrup in for chocolate milk. Super. DARK-

After the concoction has been created, carefully pour it into your mug. Yes, it'll be a half cup full (if you made a full cup tho it'll be very hot), but it's hella worth it. Pour a small splash of cold milk and cream, and for optional stuff you can add marshmallows and a candy cane

Pleaseeeee I hope it works out for y'all, it's so good it's like a cup of love fr-

[twotriickhoofbea2t]

One of the most important things to know about me is that basically my first "original character" was a girl who could split her skin open to transform into a "Bug Demon" and i made this when i was like, 8.

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

Dreamswap!Nightmare

SO UNDERRATED IT AINT EVEN FAIR

[thegreeninyoureyes]

nah i don't have any trouble with my height! *sudden realisation that if i were taller it would be easier for me to kiss my friends on the head* NOOOOOOOO

[tgirl-bagel]

I don’t like being referred to as a boy

[1ohwon]

. . . . B r E a U x -!-

It was that simple

[noahverrier]

My oil painting of an Uncrustable

[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[yuttikkele]

hey gamers I’ve started watching star trek does anyone else see the romantic tension between captain kirk and mr. spock

[podcastwizard]

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[thetruekyle]

Frfr.. Badlands is still a whole jam... and while IICHLTIWP was good, imposing, and reverent in its own ways -the earnest emotional purge and humillity you tapped into and vibed on back at the start (imo) still resonates far more fiercely than the industrial fire that has inexplicably begun to spread up the walls. J/s. I look forward to whatever art you share next either way, but thats just my 2 cents of feedback .... 😊👍

Did you guys know that I have over 28 SINGLES that are platinum or multi platinum? I have 2 that are diamond. All this is the US alone. I’m also one of the only artists in history to *replace themselves* (!!!) at #1 on the radio.

But. Did you know my most critically acclaimed album was also my worst selling? My only Grammy nominated album is the one without a single hit?

Listen, album time is coming and I see a lot of people nostalgic for the before-times for varying (and opposing) reasons and I just want to say: They won’t all be Manic. They won’t all be If I Can’t Have Love I Want Power. They won’t be Badlands because it won’t be the first time again, and they won’t be HFK because they all have to be different. They are all something new. They all become something unique.

If I wrote music, recorded it, and you listen to it? Then I’ve done what I’ve come here to do. The zeitgeist is fickle. And I just have to do the same thing every time. Write it, record it, release it. How it’s received and how it performs isn’t up to me. It’s not even up to you. (Well it’s a little bit up to you) but mostly it’s up to something entirely cosmic that I co-exist with. I am places I never dreamed I would be.

I can’t wait to see what (or who) The Great Impersonator will become.

[apollos-boyfriend]

[thegeekgene]

Someone at an old job asked why I wanted to write up the meeting minutes for our team and I said 'i wanna control the narrative' and they were like 'what' and I pointed out that no one was gonna remember what we said in six months and so my interpretation of the meeting would dictate the assumed reality of what happened

"none of you ever send corrections when I offer the draft so y'all have consented to my version"

"we don't read that shit"

"you must trust me implicitly to create our shared reality that's so sweet"

That's how several coworkers decided I was a supervillain and how I learned several coworkers didn't understand record keeping as like a CONCEPT