Not Only Do I Support Lil Nas X Appropriating Characters And Symbols From Christianity To Make Horny,

Wild that folks keep saying beekeepers abuse bees as if bees are not both venomous flying animals and fully unionized

favorite arcade lines I forgot to post

credit to @/octavia64 for the image!

Goncharov is a fake movie that does not exist, but now the line "if we really were in love you wouldn't have missed" will live rent free in my mind until I die.

man, DiMA hating the Institute for how they treated him and Nick, and the Institute's treatment of synths in general. Him genuinely trying to make the world better not just for synths but for everyone. But then his entire frame of reference of problem solving is so very Institute in the worst ways. And this is so at odds with who he wants to be that he purges the memories of his crimes and never learns from his mistakes. <3

Some of my favourite, totally real, lines in Outer wilds

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Part 3

Huevember day 29: Lush Caves

I drew the skrunkly!! He’s a little guy!!

I was thinking about like, what if spore blossoms’ particles could glow? I referenced cats in Christmas trees for this one :’)

the holy trinity of perplexing youtube phenomenon from around 10 years ago

Sanctuary had once been nothing but a dream. A fantasy forged by a family in need. A place without fear or harm or loneliness.

Sausage remembered how he used to cling to Eddie's words, how he used to spend hours listening to his father figure‘s dreams, only to spend the rest of the days building on these ideas in his own mind.

And now he was standing in it and he couldn‘t find the words to describe just how perfect it was. The buildings looked like home, but more colourful and welcoming. Everything screamed for his family, everything was built in their memory and filled him with pure pride.

He missed his family. He missed his old life, if only because he had them back then. He wished for a life in which he could be reunited with them once more, but kept moving all the same, kept walking, kept working.

Working to make this place how they would‘ve wanted it. Working to make it a place in which no one would have to be scared, or hungry, or lonely.

Sometimes Sausage thought about whether what he was doing was selfish, whether he only built this place to feel closer to his family, whether the only reason he took in family after family, healed villager after villager, was to make himself sleep calmer.

But with every hour he spent helping his people, with every night spent sitting at a crying child‘s bedside it became clearer and clearer that he wasn‘t only doing it for himself.

Sure, he was doing it in the name of his family, in the name of his father and their legacy, but he wasn‘t doing it because he owed it to them-

He did it because it was the right thing to do, because no one should have to go through the pain he endured and because the people that already did deserved to have a second chance, a place to call home after they lost their old homes.

And if that was what his family would‘ve wanted, if it helped Sausage feel a little less lonely in this world, then that was an additional upside, one he could very well live with.