mind of rocks
had a dream (more like a prophetic vision) that there was a terminally ill youtuber who recorded a few months of content ahead of time to release after they died where they would occasionally casually reference the fact that they are dead, including a video talking about their actual real death complete with pictures. whole thing is kept cool and casual, no mourning or sadness just the usual "hey guys! guess who died today 🤪" stuff.
they managed to get early copies of some upcoming video games so they could post timely reviews and everything, still keeping up the whole "actually died recently" bit. they were still just like normal ass reviews, sometimes they'd drop a "wow this game is so bad I'm glad I died three weeks ago" or some similar joke.
the channel became super popular after he died and "deadtubing" became a trend but there was a huge scandal when one of the most popular deadtubers was revealed as actually being alive.
My friend you are not so much knocking on the Devil's door as directly Facetiming the bastard
“[…] a sacred horror which understands all of me, but I nothing of it.”
— James Ellis, A Methodology of Possession: on the philosophy of Nick Land
So sick of this overly negative meme that shows up every single fucking month so made my own version.
I have been known to indulge in a glass of water
what about a bagel
what about a fresh toasted bagel
ummm *dabs forehead with handkerchief* no more questions at this time
If you haven’t changed your url in years tell me why as someone in your same boat it’s for science
In 2023, the National Recording Registry of the US Library of Congress was updated to, for the first time in its history, include a piece of video game music, namely the Super Mario Bros. overworld theme. A description of the piece and reasons for its inclusion by the Library of Congress is provided.
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I take a two year break from tumblr and when I get back all blogs are deleted and there's just one post from staff that says CROATOAN
Anyway I'll never forget that 22 hour bus ride to Alabama to help my friend get married and one of the legs of the journey I was on the bus with my (clearly labelled, well behaved) service dog at my side and people were throwing a huge stink about the fact that I had my dog and then this ancient dude in a wheelchair, double amputee both legs, pipes up and tells them to shut the fuck up and leave me alone because Creed was obviously trained and then once everyone quieted down and I was able to take a seat, asked me quietly if I was okay.
He also could have been a cartoon character because I could have sworn there were little winged hearts floating above his head as he told me he'd always liked dogs but of course now he's old and can't walk so he can't get one anymore but he could tell how much Creed loved me and I him etc etc
He never asked me once what my disability was. He spoke up for me when he didn't have to. A truly old white man in Georgia saw a young black person with a "dangerous dog" breed and spoke up in my defense.
If you want to claim to be a disability advocate, that means you kind of have to. Advocate for each other. For the next 4 or so hours, this man and I had each other's backs. Two disabled people on a Greyhound filled with ableist passengers who were not happy we couldn't exist somewhere they didn't havr to accomodate. It didn't matter what our pasts or our diagnoses were. We were stronger together, so that's what we stayed. Together.
Two people banded together and the rest of the bus shut their mouths. Imagine what we could do with more of us.
I started going to a local drink & draw recently to practice for a 10-hour long figure drawing marathon, which I’ll start posting work from soon.