Smugfolk: (getting Off The Ferry) "How Are You, This Morning?"

YOU are the Snowflake of whom the Prophecies foretold!

Good morning, fellow Americans! Are you enjoying each having a house and two cars? I like to mow my lawn

It's hard to study contemporary American cryptids, because they don't have unique names. Instead of fanciful names like "Jersey Devil" or "Sasquatch," most new cryptids don't have distinct names, people just use common words like "woman" or "criminal," even when they're referring to imaginary, non-human beings with supernatural powers.

wtf why isn't it @raccoonmilf who's reblogging this instead of you and me

Comics by Rose Anne Prevec.

Gad, this is so true in everyday life, too, isn't it?

Tips on how to fight the "if I overly explain, everything will be hunky doory" instinct?

Being genuine, as someone who does struggle with it from time to time. <- Like this!

No matter how good you explain, you are not immune to

person reading fast skipping words or sentences

person reading casually who is not interested in unpacking your statement to any degree of depth

person who decided what you meant three words in and is not internalizing anything beyond that point

person focusing on a part of the statement you literally never considered important and making that the sole focus of their analysis

person primed by an external conflict who is scanning your statement for dogwhistles that indicate whether you're on Their Side or the Enemy Side

When it comes to explaining, there's a baseline level of Good Enough you can strive for, to the point where someone who's paying attention, trying to understand your nuances, and not actively setting out to misinterpret you will most likely get most of what you're talking about. Beyond that, it doesn't matter how many words you use if they aren't being read or interpreted. All you can control is what you say. You cannot control how you're perceived or interpreted.

Having never played Skyrim, I remember running around World of Warcraft in 2012, wondering why one of the most prominent guilds on my server was called Fus Ro Dah.

Context: my roommates were huge Skyrim nerds and played it almost daily in the common area.

Don Quixote, except it's a small child who runs away from home in order to have the kind of adventures that parent-less children in children's literature and media have.

Possibly their pet puppy or chicken or crow is their Sancho Panza. It doesn't really talk, but the kid's buried self-preservation instinct is projecting onto the pet in an attempt to reach the kid.

If you already know that the game is rigged, then you have ragequit before you ever started playing.

You drew that whole thing in only 1.5 hours?

1.5 hours of pain in Rennes, France

Perhaps... perhaps Sauron could have become anything he wanted to, anything at all, with all that power, but he chose to become a gigantic glowing red eye simply because he couldn't comprehend that it looked ominous, he thought it looked great, he wasn't intentionally trying to scare or intimidate anyone. He was just that divorced from reality, and nobody dared to tell him otherwise.

Kind of like bureaucracies and corporations that commission terrifying and oppressive Brutalist architecture think it looks "rather nice, actually," because their aesthetics are skewed that far away from how ordinary people see the world... so far that "oppressive," "looming," and "unsettling" seem like positive traits.