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let's put this clear, a man will never be cooler than a butch lesbian
If i was a cop i would be drinking in my cruiser all day. #protectandswerve
the Leather Archives & Museum here in chicago is remodeling and they posted a pic of some of their bathroom graffiti before they presumably tear it down/paint over it and
can this fucking wizard stop texting me ive already blocked him 3 times but he keeps making new crystal ball lines to contact me about wizard ween. get the fucking hint man
good news. the things that used to upset me no longer upset me. bad news. i'm creating an army of bugs to hurt innocent bystanders
My incredibly bleak philosophy of compassion is that we should all pity each other horribly and practice an according amount of kindness.
I asked for a pastry at the coffee shop. When I raised my card up to pay, he simply said "you're good." and waved it away. I wondered why. I wondered what made him think I deserved to have my order be free. Sparing me those two dollars.
Sitting down at the table, I remembered the scars on my arm. The universal signifier of "This Kid Needs Help." Maybe his kindness was only out of pity. He saw those and assumed there was some great misery and wanted to offer me some relief. It's generally good to be kind to people who are hurting. But I wasn't hurting that bad.
The thing is, there is some great misery. People generally aren't doing that great. There is a great misery within me and within him and within everyone, and some people notice the pain, some people express it, others don't. But we all suffer from something.
It doesn't matter if someone seems to deserve some relief. Everyone needs it. Everyone is suffering constantly. Some more than others, but still. This Kid Needs Help applies to everyone.
Thirty minutes later, I went to get a second pastry, intending to pay and leave a tip this time. It was the same cashier. As he reached to grab it for me, I saw scars on his arm.
But it doesn't really matter. He'd deserve a tip anyway. Because it's never just us hurting.
A lot of people talk about the nice indications of morality through whatever choices you make in Bloodlines, but by far my favorite has to be the Patty quest.
See, by all means her dialogue was written to get on you, the playerās nerves. I donāt know if this was different for anyone else, but for most of my playthroughs she calls me a bitch. When I tell her I know where Kent Alan Ryan is, she says āGoes to show you donāt have to be popular or care what you look like to be a cool girl!ā Clearly, she was written to be Annoying Girl, The Character.
But when you think of the context, sheās a ghoul desperately trying to find her dormitor. Put yourself in those shoes for a second- youāre a ghoul, and you havenāt seen your dormitor in a LONG time. Obviously, you are blood bonded to him, so you feel a connection to him and feel youāre special to him. Surely, you think, he wouldnāt just go off and disappear without telling you, right? So a million different possibilities run through your head. What if heās lost somewhere? What if heās in trouble? What if he abandoned you on purpose- no, surely not. And so, you ask every single vampire you know for any sort of clue. But now, because of that, the vampires you know didnāt like how loud you were asking, and passed off the task of your execution to some fledgling. All because you wanted to find the dormitor youāre literally blood bonded to.
And sure, maybe the way Patty asked you about Kent couldāve been nicer- but obviously a ghoul going through withdrawal isnāt going to be a perfect angel. In fact, one piece of Pattyās dialogue stands out to me⦠she is scared sheās going to age. Now, you may laugh and think this is her being superficial, but we donāt know how long sheās been a ghoul. And whoās to say a Toreador ghoul is unfounded in her fears in looking too old for her dormitor to care about her anymore? A lot of the time, ghouls are treated like disposable tools in VTM. This IS the world of darkness, after all.
So, you have a few choices here. You can do the standard thing of luring Patty to the back of the club to kill her, and you still get your exp and rep from the Anarchs in LA. You can be particularly cruel, tell Patty you saw Kent in the Santa Monica blood bank, and leave her to get drained dry by Vandal to fill the blood bags there.
Or you can make what to me feels like the most interesting decision⦠you can be merciful and tell her you saw Kent in San Diego, and Patty will make her way there to get lost. And then, what happens to Patty from there? We donāt know. She will never see Kent Alan Ryan again; you later see his ashes in Groutās mansion. Patty will never get her fix again, and now you have probably gotten her lost in a place she isnāt familiar with, STILL going through withdrawal. No matter what you do, the future doesnāt look good for Patty. Such is the fate of most ghouls!
Maybe, just maybe, she finally found a Toreador in San Diego that took pity on her and became her new dormitor. Who knows?
Pattyās future seems dismal here, and so this quest isnāt really about her. Itās about how YOU as the player react to someone down on their luck, even as they arenāt being the nicest person in the world to you. And thatās what I find so, so interesting about this quest.
As a childhood know-it-all who has grown into the Weird Facts Person. Please know that sharing wonder is my love language. Iām not trying to ālook smartā Iām trying to share the joy and excitement and nothing makes me happier. Tell me your weird niche knowledge back I promise thatās all I want
āYou donāt need to share all the time canāt you just shut up god were you an only child or something ā: Incredibly hurtful. Guess Iāll die
āAw yeah itās another Tea Factā: I would die for you
Koalas' brains are the size of a walnut and are full of holes; their heads are so large because they have massive amounts of cerebral spinal fluid (CSF) to protect their brain when it bounces around in there when they fall out of trees.
Your turn. I would like the tea fact please!
Itās illegal to shoot Bigfoot in Canada not because Bigfoot exists, but to eliminate legal precident that would absolve hunters from criminal charges in the even of attempted murder!
So you canāt defend yourself by saying ābecause I thought he was Bigfootā because you shouldnāt be shooting Bigfoot, either! š
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