HENRY KISSINGER DEAD ON INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PALESTINIAN SOLIDARITY LETS GO

I know starfield is bad cause I haven't seen anyone be horny for any of the characters

I truly wanted to for VASCO but bethesda really made the robot companion, which is the first companion you get, have no side quest, "cannot have feelings", and explicitly is not a person despite having opinions of his own.

Not a damn hint of self-actualization for the robot in space- this ain't sci-fi this is dry-fi.

Man that sounds super lame

The painful part is he explicitly mentions having been manufactured on Luna so I went there expecting to find some sort of quest line around him. I wandered that moon for hours, expecting to find the factory or something. Like, why else would I have been told where it was, especially if I can go directly to that place to look?

After like three hours of wandering a barren moon, I came to the sobering realization I cared more about the character than Bethesda did and uninstalled the game instead lmao

I know starfield is bad cause I haven't seen anyone be horny for any of the characters

I truly wanted to for VASCO but bethesda really made the robot companion, which is the first companion you get, have no side quest, "cannot have feelings", and explicitly is not a person despite having opinions of his own.

Not a damn hint of self-actualization for the robot in space- this ain't sci-fi this is dry-fi.

ohhh october be kind. on god be kind

im handing out chocolate and tea to everyone reblogging this. good luck friends i wish you all the best

Are you trapped on tumblr right now?

Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Consider this your save point.

Put tumblr down, stand up, stretch, and go do the thing you planned to do. Future you will be incredibly grateful.

Things people in the notes have been able to do thanks to this post:

I need y’all to know that you’re doing amazing, and I’m so glad that I was able to help you break out of a procrastination loop you did not want to be stuck in.

Helpful post I’ve added to my queue in case it helps someone else at the random point when it’s posted.

Concept: dungeon filled with deadly traps and terrible curses, except the dungeon is so old that the creatures that built and inhabited it didn’t even slightly resemble humans, so all of the traps are based on incorrect assumptions about the scale and gross anatomy of hypothetical invaders, and all of the curses have very strange ideas concerning what ought to be harmful – and, in some cases, even what constitutes harm – for their victims.

It would be really, really great to watch a party try and piece together information about the ancient builders from their traps. It would be, perhaps, even better to include a puzzle that required some degree of anatomical deduction to solve. “This piece is moving. It must be some kind of floorplate. Hey, someone stand over here.” “Didn’t we agree these things floated? Why would they have floorplates?” “No, that was before we figured out they had some kind of oobleck sac for their organs.” “Well either way, they can’t have weighed more than 25 pounds, so if you keep stepping on that you’re going to break it.”

Ohhh, I read this very wrong initially, and thought it was creatures who had never seen humans trying to build a dungeon to stop humans/humanoids from entering. So all the traps are super weird based on the varying opinions of the builders. Like, one trap would be too high, or another would drop this gross slime that they thought would be acidic but is really only stinky and hard to move in. 😅

Both are excellent approaches, for completely different reasons.

Both are excellent

approaches, for completely

different reasons.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

A while back I ran a dungeon in pathfinder that was almost in this vein- traps that for the most part weren't actually harmful to the players! They were investigating a crypt that'd had a bunch of undead escaping into the local countryside.

So what kind of traps would you put in a crypt? Well, the people who made the crypt didn't want the bodies to be used for necromancy, so the traps were actually traps enchanted with cure wounds!

A big ole magical well at the start of the dungeon with stone buttons that start a countdown? Well, the water enchants weapons for dealing with the undead, and the magic of well's room essentially made it a magical airlock to prevent any undead from escaping (though it had been blown open previously, allowing them to start terrorizing the countryside by the time the players got there)

The players were extremely confused by the traps at first, but when they caught on to what the purpose of them was, it led to an interesting tension between saving a pressure plate for healing or using it to deal with the more troublesome undead!

WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE HORRIBLY:

1. You’ll never write anything if you don’t

just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees

They existed *before beetles*

Why is this sad? Why am I sad?

https://xkcd.com/1259/

This is how I feel about Joshua Trees. They and avocado trees produce fruit meant to be eaten and dispersed by giant ground sloths. Without them, the Joshua Trees' range has shrunk by 90%.

(my own photos)

Not only they, but the entire Mojave ecosystem is still struggling to adapt since the loss of ground sloth dung. their chief fertilizer.

Many, many trees and plants in the Americas have widely-spaced, extremely long thorns that do nothing to discourage deer eating their leaves, but would've penetrated the fur of ground sloths and mammoths. Likewise, if you've observed a tree that drops baseball or softball-sized fruit which lies on the ground and rots, like Osage Oranges, which were great for playing catch at my school, chances are they were ground sloth or mammoth chow.

You can read about various orphaned plants and trees missing their megafauna in this poignant post:



First quote from the linked article. Found it poetic.

Individualism is a poison upon this earth.

You and i overlap in more categories than we remain seperate. A mirror is held up every time you face another human. I am you and you are me bitch

Looking at the notes is so fucking funny cause literally everyone is like “no thank I am the exception” lol no you are not. All your experiences are cosmically mundane and you gotta learn to see the beauty in that instead of feeling threatened.

If your goal is to normalize gender-nonconformity you’re gonna have to accept that some people will fuck with gender as hard as they can while still being unequivocally, 100% cis and that is okay. There’s no egg to crack or callout to write. This is a good thing actually.

you can have your manufactured gods, you can have them minted and sealed behind plastic sheaths.

I will settle for the small gods around me, the wind in the trees. I will settle for the warm sand beneath my feet, the lapping waves of a lake at night, and sunlight hitting my cats eyes in the afternoon.

I will settle for the gods I can see and feel as they wrap their blessings neatly into my world.

[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.

Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they're too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community

The dykes and trannies in the notes have informed me they would like to be included in this commentary on the homogenizing forces of gentrification within the queer community as represented by language discourse around "slur" reclamation

if you don't vote cecil you are dead to me. sans wouldn't even want to be a sexyman. he's won enough he doesn't want the spotlight anymore. but cecil. wants this so bad. he is on his radio show like. "listeners... i don't know if you know this, but i'm a bit, internet famous right now. yeah. i'm a bit of a cool kid. i'm actually up against a skeleton in a sexy contest. i know its gonna be a hard choice, but i have faith in the town of night vale to vote correctly, like we all do under threat of immense violence every mayoral election! (vote for me. that's what i'm saying. in case you thought i was on the skeletons side here. as if!)" like come on. COME ON. HE DESERVES THIS