so i’m writing a tabletop game

the game is out. btw

TO FUCK SHIT UP

It's a GMless high concept game that uses tarot/oracle cards alongside dice. I am very interested

Stephanie Cunningham: Dog in the Wind

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Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do

This

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fucking SLAY

always being the first person to wake up at a sleepover growing up really shapes you as a person i think. no way lying there for 4 hours staring at the ceiling w nothing but your thoughts does anything good to your brain

Adulthood is like I have to go buy more shampoo. I have to go buy more coffee grounds. I have to go buy more eggs. I have to go buy more toilet paper. I have to go buy more paper towels. I have to go buy more cumin. I have to clean the dishes so they can get dirty again. I have to do my laundry so it can get dirty again. I have to clean the bathroom so it can get dirty again. I have to buy more cleaner to clean the bathroom. I have to go buy more rice. I have to cook dinner. I have to cook dinner. I have to go buy more shampoo again.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL

“oh we shouldn’t teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where it’s noisy or they need to be quiet”

My mom learned it because she figured she’ll go deaf when she gets old

My family went holiday SCUBA diving once, and a couple of Deaf guys were in the group. I was really little and I spent most of the briefing overcome with the realization that while the rest of us were going to have regulators in our mouths and be underwater fairly soon, they were going to be able to do all the same stuff and keep talking.

The only reason some form of sign language is not a standard skill is ableism, as far as I can tell.

For anyone interested in learning, Bill Vicars has full lessons of ASL on youtube that were used in my college level classes. 

https://www.youtube.com/user/billvicars

and here’s the link to the website he puts in his videos:

https://www.lifeprint.com/

Update: you guys this is an amazing resource for learning asl. Bill Vicars is an incredible teacher. His videos are of him teaching a student in a classroom, using the learned vocabulary to have conversations.

Not only is the conversation format immersive and helpful for learning the grammar, but the students make common mistakes which he corrects, mistakes I wouldn’t have otherwise know I was making.

He also emphasizes learning ASL in the way it’s actually used by the Deaf community and not the rigid structure that some ASL teachers impose in their classrooms

His lesson plans include learning about the Deaf community, which is an important aspect of learning ASL. Knowing how to communicate in ASL without the knowledge of the culture behind it leaves out a lot of nuances and explanations for the way ASL is.

Lastly, his lessons are just a lot of fun to watch. He is patient, entertaining, and funny. This good natured enthusiasm is contagious and learning feels like a privilege and not a chore

And it’s all FREE. Seriously. If you’ve ever wanted to learn ASL

saying “hm. must be the curse” every time something bad happens and refusing to elaborate is my new hobby

I love the phrase creature comforts. I am just a little creature. and I would like to be comfortable. thank.

so metropolitan museum of art has a register of books they’ve published that are out of print and that you can download for free! they’re mostly books on art, archeology, architecture, fashion and history and i just think that’s super useful and interesting so i wanted to share! you can find all of the books available here!

Ooooooooh

FUCK YEAH

the past isn’t behind you it coils inside your body that’s why some years you feel closer and more nostalgic for certain ages than others just fyi

for visual learners

sue zhao

If you had shown me this site in 2005 I would have asked you if had checked your virus software lately, because this looks like a bad one. I would have clicked away so fast it would give you whiplash. Looking at these sites now, I have to convince myself that they aren’t virus laden sites and fight against the pavlovian urge to just navigate away.

I navigate away anyways because fuck them, there’s usually a better site (though they are dwindling quickly). I still can’t get over how the internet “as intended” today looks like a malware ridden fever dream from 20 years ago. This is every story I’ve ever read about an empire that used to be great and has now fallen into turmoil.

Beloveds, there is a wonderful website that gets rid of all that crap<3

OOOOH.

I’ve been doing handcrafts since I was a very small child. Embroidery, crochet, sewing, anything I could busy my hands with, I did it. Every spare moment, I did it. I crafted in the car, at home, in waiting rooms, sometimes standing in the middle of the store waiting for my mom to finish talking.

One thing I’ve noticed over my crafting years is how often people watch. Every now and then someone will ask what I’m doing, want to talk about the craft or reminisce about someone they knew who did that sort of thing. But mostly people watch in silence. A child will turn in their seat and watch in open fascination as my hands work. An adult will pause and watch, their expressions rapt.

People stop, and watch, and sometimes they smile, sometimes the line of their shoulders relax. Sometimes they look curious. Something about me crafting in public draws their attention and they pause in their busy lives to watch. They lean over in the waiting room chairs in interest, and often they startle when their names are called.

And I simply angle myself so they can see a little clearer and hope that maybe the waiting wasn’t so tedious for them today.

(and maybe, if the wait was long enough, I make a little stuffed rabbit and silently offer it to them)

I really dislike Kawaii Future Bass or whatever this genre is called so I made it sound shitty with a bunch of random samples.

thinking about characters who think they have no greater way to be worth something than to suffer and die

like you are not the savior you are not the hero you are not anyone in the story but you love the savior and you love the hero and your love will never be enough. you cannot stand on your own next to the ones you love but you can give the only thing you have, you can give it and you can love them and you can hope it means your name will be placed next to theirs. you hope it means you were worth enough in the end.

one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.

perhaps the second most important thing I've learned is that there are people out there who know this, and who prey upon it. it might look like a scammer making you think you can get away with something selfish; it might look like a radfem pushing on your pains and traumas to make you afraid of trans people; it might look like a 'life coach' pressuring you to retreat from your friends and family for the sake of personal wellness. stay on a swivel for the people who like you most when you act out.

One real benefit of reading I rarely hear anybody mention is how much more interesting life becomes when you read a lot. It depends what you’re reading, of course, but most (good) books will teach you something you didn’t already know, and even if you have to give the book back to the library, you get to take that much with you. A lot of people talk about things they wish they’d studied in school–I’ve done it, too–but it’s a nice consolation prize that you can always pick up a book and learn something new. And as that library in your brain collects more volumes, everything around you gains new resonances, new context, and new connections which make your lived experience richer. In quarantine alone I’ve read about religion and politics and history and evolution and computer science and astrophysics without even leaving my house and it’s already a more interesting world.