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When I was like, 14, it was the height of the long furby epidemic and so I couldn’t find any furbys that were in my 14 year old Wendy’s budget so I bought one off of wish. The thing arrived and the only sound it made was gurgling as if it was being drowned by the air around it. I deprived it of its batteries but it KEPT GOING for like, an hour. I ended up putting it DEEP within my closet where it resides to this day. (I have fully moved multiple times but it is relegated to the back of my closet. I’m scared I’ll be cursed if I get rid of it)
It's so fucking funny how many people who owned Furbies as children ended up being traumatized by them in some way
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Cuando era Niña vi una película donde en una Escena, un hombre les apuntaba con un hombre a sus dos amigos que eran novios, para sacarles una verdad, pero luego decidió meter el arma a su boca y sus amigos pensaron que se volaría la cabeza pero el mordió el arma ya que era de chocolate :v buena idea para sacar verdades a punta de chocolate
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Keying/graffiti-ing someones car is old news now if someone cheats we go at their wardrobe with a seam ripper
yknow what? Fuck you *unstitches all your shirts and jeans*
one thing you won't know until you experience it for yourself when you create art out of love is how it feels when people receive it with love. when you post a doodle and someone keeps it as their lockscreen, or when you write a story and someone tells you they were thinking about it all day, or when you post a poem and someone shares it with a touching caption. doesn't matter if it was objectively good or not. matters that someone spent time with it, that someone really, really liked it, and you made it. this kind of interaction, i think, it can really sustain you for weeks. it can sustain you through a lot of terrible things. its confirmation that you exist, and that (however briefly) your existence was appreciated by someone else through your art.
went on a dead person’s twitter and i guess they had that horoscope app installed that automatically tweets your horoscope for you at set intervals because after their final tweet there’s just pages upon pages, years worth of these horoscope tweets droning on in silence. it’s really dark in a way i can’t properly articulate, like a phone receiver off-hook tone echoing through an empty house.
I remember once I was talking to two guys and one of them was complaining about his parents when the second chimed in. “Try having four parents!”
We automatically assumed that he had divorced parents that got remarried. He corrected us; “No, there is a plot twist. My mom and dad never got married but had me. They were going to get married, but then my dad suddenly confessed he was gay. My mom was so relieved and said that she discovered she was a lesbian and was afraid to tell him. So they stayed together in the same house for me. Then eventually both got partners. So my dad has his husband and my mom has her wife.”
And the third kid just looks down at the ground for a really long time before whispering, “That’s gay. “
One time I used my retail voice on a coworker and she was like, “Don’t use your customer voice on me, I know you’re dead inside like the rest of us, it’s just frightening and weird”
I went through my old files and collected some plans and drawings from all over irredeamable development. I think I'll start posting a series of retrospective threads about them to show the messy history of making this game and the many iterations it went through. Should make for a nice demonstration of how much a game can change during development and all the ideas i had to adapt or discard along the way.
Is this truly how I want to introduce myself?
Me: Casually explaining what I have planned to write in the current chapter of my fic.
My fiancé: In the next chapter Ciri should leap to the world of medieval Poland and meet king Władysław Jagiełło, have some adventures at his court. And Ulrich von Jungingen should be there too.
Me: Hmmm, that's an interesting concept. Noted.
My fiancé: And Ulrich von Jungingen should have two c*cks conjoined together, and they should fight each other with their c*cks.
Me, spluttering my drink onto the wall: It always ends up with c*cks, when it comes to you, doesn't it?
When I was a kid, I loved to help my mom cook. One day, when I was maybe 6 or 7, we were making homemade french fries. I was a bit apprehensive to use the potato peeler, but I was able to get the hang of it. I must've got a little too comfortable, because the next thing I knew, I had peeled.. my finger.
I didn't know so much blood could come out of a finger, really. I almost passed out just from the sight - I've always had that problem. That's why I have to lay down when having my blood drawn.
The scar is still here today: a pale crescent moon on the tip of my index finger. And I still can't use a potato peeler.
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
It's so fucking funny how many people who owned Furbies as children ended up being traumatized by them in some way
you like "long story short" i like "short story long" tell me every fucking detail.
And then there’s me, who played with my Furby, had fun with my Furby, and eventually grew bored once it broke.
Like, of all things, this is what I had a normal experience with.
It's so fucking funny how many people who owned Furbies as children ended up being traumatized by them in some way
Recollections: The Moat Guardian
Sharing a fun story from an old D&D campaign -
So this little tale is from a campaign I ran known as “The Wayward Crowns.” Lovely group of folks, very creative, and all of them with a great sense of humor. Many laughs were had around that table, but I’ll relate one of the sillier moments here. The party came into possession of a parcel of land, complete with a castle – or rather, the ruins of a castle. The roof had fallen in over the Great…
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Recollections: The Perils of Characterization
It seems to be a very popular thing nowadays for every player and GM to “do voices.” I’m aware of at least some of the reasons why, but it is not something I care to do, because I’m generally terrible at managing such things. In much the same way, I am not to be trusted with generating names on my own unless I run them past someone else first… Let me explain. The party, journeying from point A…
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Recollections: Getting into the Spirits
Another little anecdote of my D&D days!
We all know the standard trope of fantasy gaming: the party meets up in a random tavern. Ale and beer and wine are all staple features of every fantasy-medieval bar. Players seem to love finding excuses for their characters to imbibe, even if they aren’t out to get drunk, because it opens up so many possibilities for silly antics and more natural socializing between party members and between PCs…
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Recollections: Fido the Orca
Recollections: Fido the Orca
Another story from the days of the Wayward Crowns – this time, a session as the party was a good bit more powerful. They had been hunting down a lich, and after much effort and tragedy they had finally pinned him down near his lair. They were on a boat, out in the middle of a large lake, and the fight on the ship’s deck was ferocious. Among other things, the party had acquired a combat trained…
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Recollections: Laying Low
This particular story comes from a long-running campaign we called “The Golden Spires of Ceranna.” The party had ventured into foreign lands, and had tangled with the wrong nobleman. They took flight, and found themselves across the border in yet another kingdom, and not yet able to get back to their home turf. However, this kingdom was not wont to hand people over to cranky neighbors, and so the…
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