A little late but here's a dumb meme I made for the fourth I thought yall would enjoy
I'm trying to draw how my dog form looks. The face of the second drawing feels more fitting. I'm not a physical alterhuman, but this is how I can see myself looking, or how I feel like I should look (when I feel more dog at least)
Pictures of a recent world my Minecraft group and I have been playing on :3
The main objective is that we want to explore the trial chambers, but as a little underlining story, all three of us are a party of young adventurers who, while searching for the trials, came across a large mysterious tower. It was crumbling in its old age, and we decided it would be the perfect place to set up shop. We each built our own towers branching off of the main one at different levels.
I like to make little side quests for myself, and one I like to regularly do is collect all the discs! So far I have 8. I'm also collecting all of the dog types and different armor trims.
I really needed to hear this
to you, it's a shitty sentence. to some random bitch 500 miles away, it's a fire line that'll haunt them for the next 17 years.
you don't know how impactful your writing is because it's been in your brain for far too long now. you've stared at it for hours and repeated "this sucks" over and over again to the point that you killed your capacity to feel anything about your work.
but trust me, once you get your shit out there, someone's gonna go over that paragraph you hate and go "jesus fucking christ" and put the book down to have an existential crisis.
I had a bad biting problem when I was younger. That and clawing at people. It wasn't that I didn't know it hurt. I assumed as much. I felt bad after I did it. But people were always touching me.
I hated it. I've always been pretty soft-spoken around people unless I know them well. Teachers have always joked that they can't hear me. Sometimes, I talk very little during the day, and my voice sounds clogged and scratchy by the end of it from not being used. I've always been short. When I was younger, I was kinda scrawny. My claws and teeth often felt like my only defense when people would come near me.
I was always so jumpy, and I had my reasons, but it often led to me panicking and hurting people when I really didn't mean to. They just happened to move a little too quickly when they were a little too close to me. I felt bad about it afterward. I'd feel the urge to whine and lick at my friends' wounds in apology. I couldn't do that, of course, and no injury was too severe, but it still hurt.
I eventually got used to not using my claws and keeping them tucked, especially after I got out of the hostile environment I was in as a kid. However, the urge never really went away. I still panic sometimes when my friends get close to me or move past me too quickly. I do my best not to make any move that could hurt them. They understand a lot of the time, or I hope that they do. They're always quick to tell me it's okay. I still feel bad sometimes, though, when we're play fighting, and suddenly I start snapping my teeth. It doesn't feel very fair to them.
I think I'm better than I used to be. Now I at least keep my claws cut, and when we play, I try to keep my bites from catching any skin, and if they do, I try my best to keep them soft. I try to warn them in the ways I can when I'm not feeling safe, though at times it's difficult as I tend to go very quiet when I'm very upset and can only communicate through body language. I really hope they know that I never intentionally swipe at them in a way that isn't playful or that when I bear my teeth, I'm only trying to ask them to back away.
June is Black Music Month!
so I wanted to highlight who has made the Gorillaz what they really areโฆ
these are not the Gorillaz:
I would argue that even Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn are not the Gorillaz.
from their very inception, the Gorillaz have been made possible by those who Albarn and Hewlett collaborate with. their unique and interesting sound is the result of a multitude of musicians working together.
approximately two thirds of their collaborators have been black musicians
THESE are the Gorillaz that we love so dearly:
so Gorillaz fans, letโs spend some time this month listening to what else these artists have created!
below the cut I list all of these artists and the songs theyโre featured in, find your favorite songs and give these collaborators a listen!
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Streaming idea. The first Saturday of every month I stream Portal 2 (Portal 1 or Co-op occasionally to spice it up bit). I play the whole game, beginning to end, all in one stream. I do NOT speedrun it. I play it like it's my first time experiencing it over and over again. Every month. I take the same amount of time to figure out a puzzle as I did last time. I launch myself into the nasty goo just like I did last month. Nothing changes.
You get the same rant about how much I love Doug Rattmann every month and at the end of every stream I devour a slice of black forest cake while the credits play.
Anyways, that's my pitch here's my Rattmann Playlist:
She deserved so much better ๐
This would be such a cute children's or young adult series
imagine a bunch of therians living on a huge ranch together, except theyโre shapeshifters who can turn into their kin.
the horse therian tends to the herds, and is an avid rider. Heโs responsible but has a hot temper.
The border collie therian is the horseโs right hand, sheโs fiercely protective and loyal to a fault.
the coyote therian is feral and lives somewhere on the edges of the property. They live with a coyote pack on and off, and sometimes live as a human.
The crow therian is curious, intelligent, and tinkers. She makes small machines and toys.
the mountain lion therian is aggressive and detached, sometimes preying on the horse herd, but she doesnโt mean any real harm, and still loves the farm and those on it.
The two barn cat therians are a bonded pair, both pragmatic and detached, but affectionate to those who treat them well.
WAIT I NEED TO WRITE THIS-
Very complex emotions tied to any kind of fruit turnover. Every time I look at them, I smell pine. I see my hands stained by blackberries. They have claws at the ends of them, and they're covered in dirt. It's cold, I can see my own breath. It isn't like my shifts, though, it isnt just me. I feel like I am not myself and at the same time all the same. It's as if I'm handing my body over to someone else for a moment, still aware it isn't me controlling it, still present, and at the same time, someone else completely.
This is probably some kinda derealization thing, but it only ever happens when it starts to get cold or I see those freaking desserts. It isn't really a pleasant feeling when it happens, but it's still something I weirdly miss. Like I'm inviting someone in, letting them have a break from wherever they came from, even for a moment. Weirdest part? I know who it is. I've known him for a couple of years now, and it always felt like he's a part of me after that.
I don't always actively think about him, I never talk to him unless I'm just really freakin lonely, and it isn't like an actual conversation. It's more like I'm just voicing my thoughts out loud, and he's quietly listening.
I don't really know what's up with that. I could call him an imaginary friend if imaginary friends occasionally took over your brain for a moment and made you incredibly uncomfortable with everything happening. Or maybe I am just simply overthinking, and he isn't real at all. Advice would be nice if anyone can offer it.