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A glitch may occur at the end of the Bowser Kaboom Squad mode in Super Mario Party Jamboree where one of the players may slide away during the victory cutscene, as seen with Yoshi in the footage.

The cause of this is yet unknown.

suppermariobroth

In Super Mario 64 DS, normally only Mario can get past the Endless Stairs to get to the Bowser in the Sky course and fight the final battle against Bowser. However, using glitches, it is possible for Luigi to get past the Endless Stairs as well.

This causes the cutscene after defeating Bowser to become glitched. Normally, touching the big star as Mario turns him into Wing Mario and starts a cutscene of him flying away. However, touching it as Luigi turns him into Wing Luigi, which is a form that is not supposed to exist. He cannot move in this form and will remain standing for the rest of the cutscene. In addition, a Mario is also spawned, and also does nothing.

The explanation for this is that under normal circumstances, the playable Mario despawns and is surreptitiously replaced with a cutscene Mario. However, the code does not state "remove the player character", but instead "remove the player Mario", so it fails to remove Luigi, while also spawning the Mario that is supposed to replace the removed Mario. In the end, neither the anomalous Wing Luigi nor the cutscene Mario are equipped to correctly handle the situation and simply continue standing around until the scene fades out.

saltypuffins

"i know so many aces who make the best erotic art!!!!!! 😊"

good for them! i'm glad they can express themselves with that kind of art. but do you also support aces who are repulsed by sex? do you support aces who skip past sex scenes because it squicks them out? do you support aces who will express that they dislike certain types of content that you enjoy? do you call repulsed aces "puritans" for simply having a preference?

or do you only support aces who do things that you value? 🤔

and if you are ace yourself.... do you only support aces who are like you? or do you support the entire spectrum?

saltypuffins

all y'all in the tags saying something like "haha yeah I'm a repulsed ace but i still make erotica" are completely and utterly missing the point of this post

you need to support aces who don't make erotica. you need to support aces who will never pass out water bottles at the orgy. you need to support aces who will never contribute to anything sex related ever. no ifs ands or buts. even other aces need to understand this. please consider how you are only giving in to compulsory sexuality.

you need to support aces who will never do anything you value. you need to support aces who dislike things you value. no exceptions.

dduane

I want to be like you when I grow up.

Um... Okay!

DD’s GUIDE TO GROWING UP LIKE HER

Have a weird origin story. If possible, be born to a nameless single mother and adopted (as a baby) from a foundling hospital by lower-middle class suburbanites.

Read EVERYTHING.

(Also: start reading as early as possible. Extra points if no one remembers teaching you how.)

As a young child, have long conversations with imaginary friends. Start having similar conversations with media characters ASAP. (For example: a long discussion with the 1960s Mighty Mouse, which causes one of your parents, alarmed, to send you for psychiatric evaluation.) Continue these conversations into at least your mid-seventies.

Watch many cartoons. ALL THE CARTOONS. (And be unbelievably fortunate in having this phase occur during the golden age of Warner Bros. animation, so that buried deep in your ground-of-being are the classic Road Runner vs. Wile E. Coyote cartoons, as is "What's Opera, Doc?".)

Be initially seriously freaked out by monster movies (i.e. the original 1954 Godzilla) until multiple viewings of one of the more ridiculous ones start to make you find them funny.* Thereafter, love them all desperately. And routinely, later, be inevitably on the monster's side.

Decide that you want to write a book. Write your first one at age eight, in crayon (and also draw the cover, because you think that novelists have to do that). Have serious concern about your inability to write as small as real writers seem able to do for their printed books. ...Keep writing anyway.

Survive elementary school (even though it's boring). Survive secondary school (still boring). Survive high school (ditto). Keep writing.

Have severe teenage crushes on select boy bands until you find a more suitable mass media personage to have a crush on. Get a haircut like his if you can talk your mom into it. Keep writing.

Spend at least one of your teenage years practicing how to put up just one eyebrow the way that character does (thereby permanently changing the shape of your face). Fascinated by that character, start writing your own stories about him, thereby inventing fanfic without knowing that (a) it had already been invented or (b) that it even had a name.

Write truly forgettable Star Trek/Monkees fusion fic. Burn it (mercifully) before anyone sees it. Then, more than half a century later, admit to its existence regardless, thereby possibly identifying yourself as some kind of masochist.

Put off career-choice issues as long as possible due to having realized that no career choice your high school recommends for you seems even vaguely sane. Find a friendly local college that will let you major in astrophysics, as astronomy is the only thing that interests you as much as reading science fiction, fantasy and fairy tales. Go to that college and (somehow) continue writing: Tolkien fanfic, this time.

While studying astrophysics, flunk calculus. Realize that this is probably a dealbreaker, and—after some thought—change streams, using the other half of your science-and-nursing scholarship (which is the only way you could ever have afforded to go to college at all) to go to nursing school instead. Meanwhile, start writing some strange kind of non-fanfic fiction about original characters in a medieval-flavored landscape with unexpected cultural add-ons that would doubtless make Tolkien shake his head in extreme bemusement.

Graduate nursing school. Continue writing while working in (at first) a truly dystopian psychiatric-hospital setting, and then (within a matter of months) in the most prestigious psychiatric clinic on the US's East Coast. Discover (in passing) that your colleagues do not consider your fiction anything to be concerned about in the professional sense, and are definitely absolutely unconcerned with any conversation you might ever have "had" with Mighty Mouse.

Meet a Star Trek writer at an early Trek convention. After becoming friends with him, eventually burn out on your clinic job and (at something of a loose end) go to work part time for your friend as his assistant. While doing that work, realize, to your utter shock, that it is apparently possible to actually make money doing the kind of writing you've spent a significant portion of your life so far doing for free. (An option that honest to God[dess] has never previously occurred to you until you see it happening in front of you every day.)

Emboldened by this realization, finish writing a book containing your non-fanfic characters and show it to your friend. To your complete shock, have it sell to an actual publisher a few weeks later. Have the book be nominated for awards within the year. Don't worry about winning them. Worry more about what the hell you should do next.

Figure out that the thing to do next is is write another book. (Which sells.) And another. And another.

Don't stop.

Keep telling stories. Keep writing. Keep selling (even if sometimes circumstances require you to do this yourself). Never turn down offered work, especially in films and TV. (Specifically, when a story editor hunts you down after reading your first book and asks if you want to write cartoons, SAY YES for fuck's sake. Over time this will cause you significant aggro from badly-behaved directors and misogynistic production staff, but it will also be a source of great joy.)

Keep doing your work whatever continent you happen to be on, and meet many extraordinary people in the process. When you realize that one of these people whom you've run into is your soulmate—or you're his—snatch him as quickly as possible off the dating market and marry him before anybody else starts getting cute ideas on the subject.** Live many happy years with him, in which every day is an adventure. (Noting here that it really helps if he does the same kind of work you do. As Gandalf says, this "saves the long explanations needed" for so-called Normal People.)

Never give up your fandoms, no matter how old. Never be afraid to acquire new ones. (Because those fusion fics have to come from somewhere...) Keep working to find your joy. There's always more you haven't found yet.

Rinse. Repeat. Tell stories. Keep talking to people who aren't there (until you cause them to be, which you will discover is a full-time job, but one in which persistence pays off). Don't stop until you decide to give up breathing.

...And keep working that eyebrow. 😏

Anyway: that's what I've got on the subject so far. Do let me know how your project of Growing Up Like This turns out.

(And BTW, just so you know: the "growing up" part is optional.)

*It would be tempting to attribute this film to being the cause for your long fascination with Switzerland, but data to support this conclusion remains thin on the ground.

**NB: biological sex, gender, pronouns and and preferences of your soulmate may vary from any or all of your early expectations. Don't let that bother you. When you recognize the One, don't waste your chance.

(Side note to @radioactivepigeons: Got no advice for you, alas. I too can only do one side [the left]. When I try to do the right by itself, my facial muscles just laugh at me. This is, to put it gently, mortifying, so I've stopped trying. Maybe one side is meant to be enough.) 😅

Solomon Parlance, test pilot

Solomon Parlance in color! This six-armed giraffe stunt/test pilot works out of a hangar on the north end of Elseways, far from where most people live but close enough to get a steady supply of new components to put through their paces.

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tgirl-thucydides

the fact that we are firmly in a time where conservatives are like "the actual founding fathers, who were slaveowners, were not racist enough for my taste" is wild

geeoharee

'we haven't got a fucking clue how to spell these people but sure they can worship whoever they like'

prefer that to the other way round, honestly

discopaws

a BNY teleco. poster!

trickstersmakethisworld

“It is said that, during the fantasy book in the late eighties, publishers would maybe get a box containing two or three runic alphabets, four maps of the major areas covered by the sweep of the narrative, a pronunciation guide to the names of the main characters and, at the bottom of the box, the manuscript. Please… there is no need to go that far. There is a term that readers have been known to apply to fantasy that is sometimes an unquestioning echo of better work gone before, with a static society, conveniently ugly ‘bad’ races, magic that works like electricity and horses that work like cars. It’s EFP, or Extruded Fantasy Product. It can be recognized by the fact that you can’t tell it apart form all the other EFP. Do not write it, and try not to read it. Read widely outside the genre. Read about the Old West (a fantasy in itself) or Georgian London or how Nelson’s navy was victualled or the history of alchemy or clock-making or the mail coach system. Read with the mindset of a carpenter looking at trees. Apply logic in places where it wasn’t intended to exist. If assured that the Queen of the Fairies has a necklace made of broken promises, ask yourself what it looks like. If there is magic, where does it come from? Why isn’t everyone using it? What rules will you have to give it to allow some tension in your story? How does society operate? Where does the food come from? You need to know how your world works. I can’t stress that last point enough. Fantasy works best when you take it seriously (it can also become a lot funnier, but that’s another story). Taking it seriously means that there must be rules. If anything can happen, then there is no real suspense. You are allowed to make pigs fly, but you must take into account the depredations on the local bird life and the need for people in heavily over-flown areas to carry stout umbrellas at all times. Joking aside, that sort of thinking is the motor that has kept the Discworld series moving for twenty-two years.”

— “Notes from a Successful Fantasy Author: Keep It Real” (2007), Terry Pratchett. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)

bigby-billy

AND HERE THEY ALL

I enjoyed this little challenge so much you have no idea, I love putting my interests together

here you can see the Last Crossover art!

allthingswhumpyandangsty

Do you think people who are virgin should write smut? I feel like most of them don’t even know what they’re writing and just write what they think sex is

the implication this ask suggests that people who write about murders, cannibalism, politics, magic, royalty au, sci-fi, wars, supernatural, time travel, medieval era, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins must be murderers, cannibals, presidents, wizards, royalties, astronauts, ghost hunters, soldiers, time travelers, knights, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins in real life is so funny to me

dduane

…And to Ursula Le Guin as well, it looks like.

As for “Write what you know,” I was regularly told this as a beginner. I think it’s a very good rule and have always obeyed it. I write about imaginary countries, alien societies on other planets, dragons, wizards, the Napa Valley in 22002. I know these things. I know them better than anybody else possibly could, so it’s my duty to testify about them. I got my knowledge of them, as I got whatever knowledge I have of the hearts and minds of human beings, through imagination working on observation. Like any other novelist. All this rule needs is a good definition of “know.”

So there you have it.

...And me? I know about wizards, too. And about the Powers that Be. And about worlds where relationship comes in some unusual shapes. I know about adventure. And starships. And found family. And swordsmanship. And sex. And making love. And being young. And being centuries or millennia old. (Sometimes both at once... like the sex and the making love.) And about taking good care of other people's universes, when I wind up on their turf.

(shrug) So find out what you know. Take as much time as you need. Then write about it… because, trust me, no one else can do it the way you will.

poketaur

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE IDEA OF CENTAUR POKEMON‼️(or poketaurs as you call them :3) IT'S SO UNIQUE AND ABSOLUTELY EPIC!

its funny to me how many people are unaware of multi/taur stuff being a pillar of the furry fandom since before most of us were even in it xD like early 90s probably even earlier but thank you!! i just want to make sure people know im not the liek, originator of these things, i just like em a lot lol

Sheepmoth?

A sketch of a four-armed sheep-moth creature who was trying to get my attention today. I don't know what they wanted; the phrase "embrace your flaws" was all they told me before they left.

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