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bifags

my shadowbringers video. like and subscribe if you enjoy 😊

captainstoril

the plight of the postmodern succubus by grindagoat

samimasen

sheherlockholmes

people will claim to be filled with whimsy and joy for life but then hate musicals……. the vile tongue of man will never cease lying

sheherlockholmes

prokopetz

The reason you can't be the next J R R Tolkien isn't because you don't have the talent, but because you're not the right kind of unwell. Tolkien wasn't bent for fantasy worldbuilding; he was bent for constructed languages, and got into fantasy worldbuilding in order to provide a material context in which to ground the notional evolution of the languages he invented. If you want to be the next Tolkien, you can't start with the worldbuilding; you've gotta find something extremely specific to fixate on, and develop it in such depth that inventing a world to contain it is genuinely the most logical next step.

prokopetz

#the best route is clearly to get really into a specific kink scenario and invent a world to justify it (via @salix03)

That's not even a joke. Developing a kink scenario so elaborate and so excruciatingly particular that it can only properly be contemplated in the frame of a world created specifically to contain it is genuinely closer to Tolkien's actual creative process than 99% of the stuff that plays at being heir to his legacy.

mousidy

they should make it easier to get bottom surgery

mousidy

special mention to how the BMI requirements are horrific and they need to go!

mousidy

I've been thinking a lot lately about how many trans women I've known who come to realize over time that they experience much more bottom dysphoria than they've consciously understood

I think this is partially a problem of trans women being fetishized, a trans woman's value being equated with her penis, but I think it's also partially a problem of availability. personally if something is difficult to attain then I have an internal reflex to unconsciously convince myself I don't want or need it. for this reason and many others it needs to be made easier

mousidy

personally it's fucking crazy going through life not even being able to be naked around trusted loved ones or fully have sex because the dysphoria is so bad. it's unacceptable that so many of us have to live like this. it's horrible that for many trans women it's almost impossible to get the care we need. it does not have to be like this

dragon-png

nodding my head to show that i approve of all the shitty things this character has done because i'm a bad person

sycamorality

mobility aids and glasses AND MEDICATION should be free for everyone

whimsyanddisgrace

mobility aids, glasses and medication should be cheaper, not free!!!

sycamorality

no, they should be fucking free.

sycamorality

idgaf all disability aids and medication should be free. not cheaper, FREE. as someone who recently got mobility aids THEY SHOULDVE BEEN FUCKING FREE. I NEED THOSE TO LIVE

prokopetz

The concept of himejoshi fromsoft enthralls me. How many kinds of barefoot level up maiden can you really have in a game? Like logistically there has to be some kind of diminishing returns before you have to start inventing mechanics

(With reference to this post here.)

Conveniently, the optimal numbers for mechanical synergy fuckery and matchmaking drama fuckery both line up at exactly five.

prokopetz

#care to share sources or reasoning? #less doubting more I would like to understand (via @dragoninthelabratory)

From a mechanical synergy fuckery standpoint, three archetypes almost always falls into a facile rock-paper-scissors arrangement, and it's surprisingly difficult to prevent four from decomposing into a pair of dyads. Five is the smallest number that reliably allows things get interesting in potentially non-obvious ways.

From a matchmaking drama fuckery standpoint, there's a fairly hard cognitive limit on how many pairings your average player will be able to keep in their head before some relationships start to get short shrift simply because the player forgets they exist. Assuming all possible pairings are valid in some circumstance, five candidates produces a relationship graph with ten edges, which is very close to that limit.

Funnily enough, the former lower bound and the latter upper bound just happen to be the same number.

slimegirl-pseudopod

I think you just explained better than Mark Rosewater ever had why 5 is the ideal number of colors for the mtg color pie

foxes-in-love

pamelaivygreen

I hate how black culture is treated as inherently humorous. Aave is turned into slang. Black cultural foods are considered ghetto. I wish our culture could exist outside of some veneer of comedy.

enlightenedtutor

foldingfittedsheets

One day a few years ago I decided to go for a walk. My betrothed was hanging with a friend who was over and neither wanted to head out so I shrugged and went alone.

My neighborhood is exceedingly safe, there’s a little school right down the street and I’ve never had a worry. It was getting closer to dusk but there was still plenty of summer sunlight laying around.

The route I picked was a circuit, it ends in a cul de sac and spins me back homeward. Along the way is a small manicured loop around some grass. It’s surrounded by trees and shrubberies. There’s a little play place and it’s popular to bring dogs and kids while not technically counting as a park.

As I came up on the loop I saw a young man jogging the circle and no one else. He looked to be about late teens to early twenties. I didn’t think anything of it, it’s a popular place to walk.

But when he spotted me coming he froze. He moved off the trail. I was still a ways off so it seemed oddly preemptive. Then to my surprise he went even further to move back into the bushes.

I hastily took off a headphone so I could listen to my surroundings and texted my betrothed and friend to be like, “Hey, here’s where I am on my walk and there’s some guy making me nervous.”

I aborted my trip on the loop since I would have had to pass by his patch of bushes, and continued down the main sidewalk. To my alarm I saw him moving closer through the bushes and I sped up to clear his hiding spot before he intersected with me. I had one glimpse of his blank staring face from his hiding spot before I was safely passed.

I immediately called my betrothed to be like, “There’s some Bush Boy making me nervous, stay on the phone!” I finished the circuit and had to head back the way I’d come from. My betrothed asked if they should come get me but I was feeling a little silly so I said no. I was jumpy on the walk back but didn’t see him again.

It’s possible that he was just a weird kid but it really spooked me. He was staring at me so avidly from a place of concealment. Now my betrothed and I will call someone a Bush Boy if they’re behaving like a creep or we have reason to suspect they’re up to something.

“So-and-so is being a real Bush Boy,” is a common phrase for us. I’ve never seen him again.

prokopetz

"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.