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i know this blog has been dead for a long time now. i actually lost the template i used to make these. however i decided it was necessary to remake it specifically for this
Brisket from Guilty Gear wants terfs to shut the fuck up!
honestly I think I lost a lot of faith in humanity when hogwarts legacy happened. thousands of people heard "jkr is transphobic" and didn't think that was enough reason to not buy a mediocre videogame and it became a runaway success. it was such a basic show of decency and it was too much. return the shopping cart ass dilemma. I'm a misanthrope now
That was really disturbing, and also extremely confusing to me. I genuinly started to question if many people just don't know anything about the world and the context in which the media they consume is made.
"Rowlings transphobia is extremely well known" I always thought, because HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU MISS IT?? And yet I have met multiple people that mentioned playing the game. And they didn't even admit to transphobia, or tried to vaguely gesture towards some misunderstood death of the author concept, or defended JKR, they just mentioned the game like it was the most normal thing to do.
"Belly button attack" art by kinsei_3
the place I work at remodeled these split gendered restrooms into āinclusive restroomsā and never told us what they meant while construction was ongoing. I need you to know every atom of potential criticism or whining that couldāve happened disappeared when people found out this meant we got 10 fully separate private bathrooms with sinks inside. Iāve not heard a single person crack a joke about the inclusive signage. this is the world TERFs are trying to steal from you
This is called a "superloo" and terfs are actively trying to steal this from you, in the UK they changed bathroom regulations to mean new buildings have to prioritise gendered toilets rather than build superloos.
This also upset a lot of architects and designers who like the superloos. They're also typically more like small rooms rather than having doors you can look under.
Mr. Tenna is Kris Dreemurr's childhood imaginary friend and has the most diagetically designed vibes out of any Darkner, making him, as a concept and design, Kris' intellectual property. This of course means that Kris Dreemurr legally owns Tenna's name and likeness and if you've ever written or drawn him, you owe Kris Dreemurr royalties.
TRUE FACT: Toby Fox has made virtually no money from Deltarune Chapter 3, as nearly all of it has gone to Kris Dreemurr.
Okay, new rule: if you regularly consume the blood and flesh of a demigod in a room full of chanting elders youāre not allowed to call other religions primitive and evil
This is oddly specific and leaves some very interesting questions unanswered.
Catholicism sure does sound weird when you put it that way.
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this one isnt as ominous when you have context but i shant provide any
Official ominous sign
This reminds me of the time that my cousin made someone move out of a house by pretending to be his dead neighbor over a conflict about beans
And you leave it at that when I want to know more? Over beans?
This is long, so I'm gonna stick it under the read more.
So, okay. I had this cousin. I say had, in that he was blood related to me, but this man died long, long ago. This story takes place around 1910-1920ish or so according to my great great Aunt Dolly. His name was Frank I believe.
Frank's next door neighbor was an old woman. The old woman had a green bean plant that wound around the fence between her and Frank's yard, and it was a wonderful bean plant. Produced just tons of green beans, enough so that the old woman said that whatever grew on Frank's side of the fence was his, simply because she couldn't pick and eat all these green beans. This was very amenable to Frank, and life went on quite nicely for a while.
Then one day, the old woman died. Her house was left empty. No one moved in. The bean plant was left to grow all on its own.
Well Frank determined that this was now his bean plant. She had died in late summer getting on towards fall, so care of the thing through the winter fell on him. He ensured it didn't die from the cold, pruned it back properly during the spring, mucked out horse stalls for free so he could take it as fertilizer. And he was very pleased with how much crop the plant produced.
One day, he goes out to pick the beans, and just about every single bean is already gone. The best specimens had disappeared, and whoever picked them was rough with the plant. Green leaves were all over the ground, and most of his hard work of a year was for naught.
He's pissed, and he pulls out a chair and sits by the beans every free moment he gets in case the perpetrator comes back. And comes back he does a few days later. It's Frank's other neighbor, who we're going to call Bill because I have forgotten his name. They aren't next door neighbors. Bill lived two doors down, on the other side of where the old woman used to live. And here he comes with a basket ready to take more beans.
Frank tells him to cut it out, that this is his bean plant now, given that he's the one who took care of it and ensured that it didn't die, and also upbraided Bill about destroying stems and leaves that would make it harder for the plant to produce more food. Bill retorts that he won't stop picking beans, because these beans are better than the ones in the stores and free to boot, and the stem of the plant is in the old lady's yard, which is abandoned property. This plant doesn't belong to Frank anymore than the lady's house does. It doesn't matter that the vines go through Frank's fence. The stem isn't his.
Well Frank isn't a very strong man, and is a country boy in the city, one of the first in my family to have moved out of rural farmland areas. He doesn't think calling the cops would do anything, besides which, he knows they would agree with Bill. The stem isn't technically on his property, no matter how much he took care of the thing. No, he determined he had to handle this himself.
So the very first thing he does is he wakes up at 2 in the morning, breaks into the old woman's abandoned house, and lights a candle in the window facing Bill's house. He lets it burn down and melt all over the candlestick. This is step one.
He does this a few more times, setting up oil lamps to burn behind closed curtains and walking in front of them here and there. Sometimes Frank would throw pebbles at Bill's windows late at night to get him up so he could see the house and the lights inside.
Frank does this for weeks on end.
Step two: the phone.
Now, this part of the story requires a bit of knowledge about the history of telephones. Early telephones, right as soon as they started getting put into homes, weren't private affairs. You would get on the phone, and anybody on the street could listen to your conversation and interrupt it. There is an example of this in the modern day. Remember when a house had several phones that all connected to the same landline? You could pick up the phone upstairs and listen to what the person downstairs was saying. It was like that. Everybody in an area was on the same line, because not enough people had phones for there to require privacy.
Another thing to know is that Frank was excellent at mimicking voices. His nickname in the family was Mockingbird because he could mimic just about any voice he had ever heard.
He gets on the phone, waits to hear Bill's voice, and says like that old lady, "Bill, what are you doing stealing my beans?" And then immediately gets off the phone.
He does this a few times, every time he hears Bill on the phone. The ghostly sentences get more and more intense, ranging from sadness about the state of her bean plant, to anger about how little it has produced since Bill stole the beans, to how it was her life's pride and joy and it's being desecrated now.
Frank in the meanwhile entirely stops taking care of the plant, letting it grow wilder and refusing to prune it back. Bill comes over one day demanding answers, and Frank puts on a terrific display of being scared, of hearing an old woman's voice telling him to leave the plant alone or else. He tells Bill that he knows it's not Christian like to believe in ghosts and such, but there's no other way around it. The plant is growing wild despite his best efforts (which are none, but Bill wasn't to know that), and the last time he tried to prune it, he got a terrifying call from someone who could only have been the old woman demanding that he leave it be. So he doesn't touch it anymore.
Bill at this point is getting genuinely scared. He's looking skittish during the day, staring for long periods of time at the house, losing sleep. And Frank knows it's time for the coup de grace.
One final call. The "old woman" has warned Bill thoroughly of terrible things to happen to him if he touched the stem of the plant. If the main vine suffered any damage, the mouth of hell would open wide upon Bill's head, and misfortune would send him following her to the grave.
The next night, Frank clips off part of the main vine and sets it on Bill's back porch, with sewing needles stolen from the old lady's house poking through it. He pounds on the door, and hides in a nearby bush. Bill comes out, tired, unable to sleep, scared. Sees the vine.
"It's over for you, Bill," says a woman who should have died over a year ago.
Bill moves out within the next week. And Frank gets his bean plant.
In addition to this story I HAVE to add your tags. Frank is a legend holy shit
the thing about art is that sometimes you'll be moved to tears by stuff that is not very good
having anti punitive justice morals sucks because you want to say "man that guy sucks he should get hit with hammers until he dies" but you also want to make it clear you don't think anyone should be put in charge of the 'hit people with hammers until they die" machine.
Useful image for when your internet friends have rain in their cities and you donāt
after you read the poem āthe woman diesā a lot of media makes you mad
Excerpts from The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda
Full Subjectivity Sync gotta have the most jarring tonal disconnect between its lore and its mechanics
Lore: I am one with the machine. Its steel is my new flesh, its wires my new nerves, its reactor my new heart. My veins are aflood with coolant. The edge of a sword kisses my armor and I feel the sting of pain, sharp and clear and cold, driving me onward. I dash forth upon steel legs and strike with arms of titanium. The hot wind of the battlefield scours my shining chest. The many-lensed cameras that are my eyes roll back in blissful anguish. The thrumb of my main gun echoes in my loins. I am an iron god. š„µš„“šµāšµ
Mechanics: +2 Evasion āļøš¤
Friend I do not own this format and I always love to see what other people do with it. To wit: this fucking whips, I love it
why can rockstar games institutionalise you for life like nikita kruschev for being autistic
He didn't steal 10 million dollars. They made that number up as a loss, they never fucking had it. Rockstar has spent more than a billion fucking dollars on GTA VI and will likely make billions more when it gets released.
Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.
Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.
And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?
Capitalism is disgusting.
Nobody should buy GTA til they free Arion Kurtaj
What with GTA VI going up for pre-order i'd just like to remind everyone that rockstar conspired with the UK government to lock an 18-year-old away for life for hacking them.
I want a video game with realistic dick and balls physics not for any prurient reason, but... okay, so you know how in some games with boob physics, there's a palpable delay after a character model is instantiated before physics start to apply to the boobs, so it's like *pop* ... *FWOMP*? I want to see the cock version of that. Penis-having character spawns in, there's a beat, then the physics engine tries to play catch-up and applies a full second of gravitational acceleration to their junk all at once and they just randomly start helicoptering.
