Are you the actual Blastlight from the 8-Bit Kitten books?
what is.... "kitten" ?
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@blastlight
Are you the actual Blastlight from the 8-Bit Kitten books?
what is.... "kitten" ?
how do you (general) look for a job when thinking about having a daily job makes you (general) want to do a cannonball into a flooding river
REALLY surprised the insane bricks and minifigs lego situation hasnt made it super big on tumblr yet.
Thats a great cat right there
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Caine and Kit.
Flappers reminded me of him.
i want to see him falling over and failing /aff
as much as i get the sentiment behind "make more bad art" there's gotta be a better way of communicating "you don't have to be technically proficient or hold yourself to a specific standard of practice" that doesn't sound as backhanded lol
people who remember their childhood: how does that work??? i can't tell if i do or not, because i have a bunch of... snapshots of stuff that was important to me (or at least.... important to me as a child lol) but they're all very scattered. how do memories work
taking ubers is tragic sometimes because i'll get in a random stranger's car, say hello, and sometimes if i'm feeling dangerously social i say something about their car, or a conspicuous tulip, or i ask them not to close the automatic door on me. and then we're suddenly having an in-depth conversation: about our siblings, about bee plushies, about our gardening attempts, about the mental cycle of processing and outgrowing anxiety
and then in 15 minutes i'm gone, and they're gone, and it's just me and the conversation
I've never read Homestuck but there's a type of media that I call "a Homestuck" and I think it's a useful categorization. The main criteria are:
long enough that the time investment is a serious barrier to entry
irrevocably changes your personality
brings something genuinely unique to the table. there is no real substitute for reading/playing/watching it in its entirety
Fate/Stay Night is a Homestuck. Worm is a Homestuck. When They Cry is a Homestuck.
Undertale has cultural impact similar to a Homestuck at first glance, but the fact that it's a pretty short and accessible game means that you don't get the particular mix of sunk cost fallacy and an intimate experience with a piece of media that results in you needing to connect with others who have already put in the time investment. You can buy your friends Undertale and expect them to play it if they're not too busy; telling a friend to read Homestuck is giving them a quest that, if accepted, will spark an odyssey. to read someone's Homestuck is an act of love without true equivalent.
i just think it’s really sexy when people are kind and weird in equal measure
I'M FUCKING SCREAMINGGGG THEY MADE 3D TORIEL INTO A KEYCHAIN
Fun fact about me is that I'm stupid.
When I was a child (maybe six years old?) I asked my parents what thoughts were, and they told me "they're the pictures in your head". I agreed like this explained things, but unknown to all of us, I have aphantasia, and since I never had pictures in my head I secretly concluded that I was incapable of thought. The way people talked about thinking made it sound really important, so I went for literal years carefully guarding this secret and when people told me to think about what I was doing etc. I'd stay quiet and pretend I was capable of thinking. I didn't want anyone to find out I couldn't think.
When I was about eight, my mother's horse ate sand and got colic and she was up all night with him. The next day, I was told that he went to live on a nice farm.
I was in my thirties before I thought back to the situation and realised that Zamada had died.
I was literally too stupid to punish as a child. I have a lot of very clear memories of being sent to sit in a corner or told to stay in a class at recess and my opinion of the situation was 'I guess this is my role in whatever the current school activity is'. It wasn't until I was in high school that I realised that I'd spent so much time in reception and year 1 in time out or detention. Did not even register that that was happening at the time.
I used to have a very strong fear of snakes and when I was a little kid I was, for some reason, under the impression that the snakes had some kind of secret conspiracy where they wanted to kill me. We had frequent power outages (I'm unsure if it was the area's infrastructure or if my parents just couldn't keep up with the electricity bills) and every time the power went out at night I'd jump up on a chair or table or something and refuse to come down until I had light, because I believed that snakes had bitten through the power cables and were swarming across the floor in the dark ready to bite me while I couldn't see them.
i just had the most HYSTERICALLY BULLSHIT experience in my entire career of having hyperfixations on media.
i was telling my sister, in very vague terms, about how A Deadly Education (Scholomance book #1) had just had a Kickstarter for an extremely cool fancy edition of the book, and I was lamenting how expensive it was, and explaining the basic premise of the book to her.
And then behind me, my little brother goes "Oh I read a little of that book!"
and i'm like huh? and he says "yeah, the book you were talking about."
and i'm like ......the Wings of Fire book we talked about 3 weeks ago?? and he says "no, the one you were just talking about. i don't even usually like fantasy books, but i read part of that one and it was actually really good!"
i am not processing this
"the one i was talking about just now? the Scholomance?"
"yeah!!"
so at this point i just turn off my headphones and pull up the audiobook i have on my phone, and in the first couple of lines he confirms it is the same book he read. and he reaffirms that he did enjoy it.
......
i've barely been able to get one friend to read this series, and my TEN YEAR OLD BROTHER who won't even read the original Wings of Fire books- he firmly sticks to the graphic novels- is the one who magically got into the one thing i've started to newly hyperfixate on in years.
i'm going to CACKLE about this once i've gotten some sleep
happy 20 year anniversary of Neil banging out the tunes!
though every rat is special, it's a wonderful and unusual thing for their accomplishments to be remembered and cherished by so many people so many years later. we're all so fortunate to know about the rat who banged out the tunes!
thank you to all the people who sent me reference photos of their beloved rats for this piece!!! credits under the cut!
@lesbiulmo
"why do you know that" i am curious about the world around me
The funny thing about El's fury towards Orion's parents is that it is never ever correct, except that one time when she's furious about what they literally physically made him into, that he cannot escape, and which really is basically unforgivable.
At first El's furious because she thinks they treated him like a hero his whole life when he's obviously a person. Only then it turns out he's never actually much acted like a person. And the only reason he became the boy she loves is because his mother taught him to use his mal-murdering impulses in heroic ways - in protection of others.
By the end of the book El finally correctly identifies the human boy Orion as having been shaped enormously POSITIVELY by wanting to be a hero. He DID want to be a hero. Not for the hero-worship, correct, because he doesn't care particularly for being around other humans, and because it doesn't feel right when it's an instinctive hunger, but because he's been shaped his whole life to want to be that, that protective weapon. Because: it allowed him to conceptualise his hunger as protectiveness. A mawmouth isn't a hero, or a protective weapon. Orion is. His mother made him the heroic boy El loves.
El doesn't want to see it, but Ophelia tried to make Orion as human as she possibly could. She offered him other interests, encouraged and even forced him to socialise, provided him love and care and what made him happy (killing mals), and impressed upon him not just basic manners but also the mental concept of 'protector' to apply to himself, AND the basic capacity to respond to El in a human way when she came along and triggered his interest in being a fully social being. She made sure the boy in and around the mawmouth absorbed enough that he really was a developed human.
But I dont think El can ever see it that way. Orion can, however, i think, which is why he forgives her.
Ophelia is the most fascinating character in the series. She is the bogeyman El's been scared of and scared of turning into the entire time: a pure maleficer. She is completely unrepentant! She has an ethical system that justifies her actions! She's not completely wrong! She sat down and did the math and said "better one class of children than all children forever." She had to do the most horrible thing imaginable and she did it inside her own body. She is a magical ecofascist degrowther and she is terrifying.
Does Ophelia Have Only One Child Because
Making Orion broke stuff
Ideological commitment to NPG
I left this out: after everything despite everything in spite of herself in spite of what she did in spite of her venom for everyone who cheats "for their children" Ophelia loves Orion.
How fucked up is that?