Okay, so we're, like...We're okay? We're back? We're good. Good. We're good? Yes. Okay.
the saddest thing about life is that tattoos cost many money. oh and traveling? also costs many money. video games? many money. starting a new hobby? usually many money. concerts? so many money and also good luck even getting tickets. going out and getting a fancy beverage? you know the drill.
Back in the ps2 days I would have gotten a booklet with game instructions and lore, a booklet on how to not have a seizure while playing the system, and a coupon for a gaming magazine that doesn’t exist anymore.
it makes me sad as hell. I use to pour over that little booklet 5 or 6 times before even starting the game. I’d look at all the little concept art and lore. I’d try to imagine what the game would be like in my head based on what the game prompted me with. I’d imagine being in the world myself and what the heck the dash button meant.
There have been a lot of reblogs insulting me about this, but nah. I stand by it. It’s not a giant sadness, but a tiny tinge of feeling like something is missing in the same way that I miss cd booklets with lyrics sheets, art, and listed credits or dvds with features. Somehow I as an adult move on with my life. Fuck, I even make my own art y’all.
For me it’s about presentation of it an an experience. Going to see a movie in a theater vs. watching it on netflix. I like the presentation. I also have a fondness for pop culture ephemera on a layer beyond that. Booklets often had lore and art that helped you get into the mindset of those creating it. It was interesting to see what they thought to be important lore, or trying to cram in stuff they couldn’t fit into the game itself. Also, less universally, it was cool to read credits. See who worked on what. The little dedications and special thanks. Credits exist in games still, but it was like a theater program for your game. it was neat and a reminder that it was people that made the things I like, not corporations or some big auteur.
I used to get so excited about the art in the booklets!!! I’d copy them all the time trying to get better at drawing. And the booklets would have little character info profiles with fun facts and stuff!!! I miss it.
Batman is just constantly taking paternity leave from the Justice League. Not sick leave, not family emergency leave, or any leave that would suggest its one of his current kids that need him
i love the just start skeleton post but every time i go to reblog it i see the comment referring to it as more positive than the just walk out skeleton post and i can't. i can't do it. just walk out skeleton post has been a source of tremendous liberation in my life. both skeleton posts are necessary. we live in a two skeleton world. many skeletons, even. can you tell i'm avoiding doing work
I'm never entirely pleased with my style, so here I go reworking bug anatomy again. This time to make it more realistic. Greet the soft segmented belly
I can’t believe a humble security guard saved our planet from the aliens.
This is PROBABLY one of those times where they hired a professional dancer to dress up as a security guard for the bit, but I don’t even care because the man SOLD IT
@theriu His name is Willis Harris, and he really was working as a security guard.
Oh that is SUCH a fun story! So he knew the mascot person IRL but didnt know he was gonna get challenged to a danceoff! XD This guy sounds fabulous!
THIS IS A MAN!
capybara #130: pov he saw you holding a slice of watermelon
wouldn't it be sick if this hit 100k
Our blessed tumblr
A holy site
Nah nah nah, you ain’t hiding this in the tags
Not one of the 7 deadly sins, but a secret 8th sin
sorry what
new gender idea: guy who is super masculine and uses he/him pronouns, but every time someone acknowledges his gender or asks about it he switches to feminine presentation and she/her pronouns and refuses to acknowledge the change
sorry. *girl who is super feminine and uses she/her but everytime someone asks she switches to masc and he/him and refuses to acknowledge the change
sorry. *guy who is su-
hey. stop being funnier than me
anyone else who is in a happily committed relationship notice that people’s line for where the “honeymoon” phase ends just extends ever into the future like some ominous axe they keep insisting will fall?
in the beginning it was “oh your relationship is just starting!! of course you feel like she’s special and amazing, just wait a few months until the pattern of the relationship settles in”
then a few months later is “oh you haven’t even been together a full year yet, wait until you’ve been together that long”
then after a year it’s “well wait until you live together, that’s when it really happens- you’ll get annoyed by her habits and start taking things for granted”
then after living together for a year they’re like “well actually it happens after living together for five years”
I can’t help picturing myself in my 60s telling someone how breathtaking and wonderful my partner is and someone’s like “it’s cute how you’re still in that honeymoon phase, but just wait until you’re in your 70s, that’s when you really settle into the relationship”
made this post over 5 years ago so here’s the update: we’re married, we’ve been living together for over half a decade (through moving, multiple periods of unemployment for both of us, covid lockdowns, emergency room visits, surgery recovery, etc.), and I continue to be very much in love with her. she is so fucking smart and thoughtful and amazing, and she gets hotter and more stunning every single day. I still blush when she says sweet things to me.
Knowing that Napoléon is on the record as having said
I had been nourished by liberty, but I thrust it aside when it obstructed my path.
(as well as tampered Almost Always with votes and democratic elections) not only makes it perfectly clear why
"What could be greater?"
"To be free."
is such a one-hit KO but also 1000% apparent how hard that response fucks.
rose and jake friendship where jake vents to rose about all his issues in extensive detail and she diagnoses him with mental disorders with like 15% accuracy and he always immediately believes her no matter what
prev yes exactly u get it
absolutely FUCKED that Disco Elysium
1.) let you play as a character with a penis
2.) introduced the plot point of a hole in the world
3.) didn’t let you fuck it. didn’t even let you TRY to fuck it. didn’t even let you DISCUSS THE LOGISTICS of fucking it. I tried every dialogue option that I thought might lead to the subject of sticking my dick in it and the game let me down every time. there’s a hole? in the world? you should be able to fuck it. you can wear a jacket that says FUCK THE WORLD but you never fucking act on it. what the fuck! it’s even called THE SWALLOW. why call it that if you’re not gonna let me fuck it?! JESUS IN HEAVEN. fuck!!!!
another really important thing to me about KimHarry is that Kim gets to be smug about being Harry's Favorite Person and then boyfriend. Kim has maybe been no one's absolute favorite person before but here’s this big weirdo and Kim is his favorite and he thinks that Kim is the coolest person that has ever lived and he tells everyone how cool Kim is
Harry’s like this is Kim my best friend! And Kim is internally like yes I am his best friend. I alone have the best grade in Harry Du Bois.
and they’re both like this for the other, endlessly happy to be in the others' lives and to be wanted
Thinking about Harry and all the animal parallels that follow him through the narrative. It's true that these animal parallels reflect the way that the brutality of individualist moralism strips him of humanity as someone who has fallen through the safety nets, and his agonised shout of 'I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore' can be interpreted as a direct admission of the RCM's dehumanisation of him as a disabled addict who is no longer as 'useful' as he once was. Gottlieb even directly tells him '[he] lost [his] human visage a while back.' Jean calls him 'the most dangerous animal of them all'. The rabid dog that needs to be put down, the black dog (also a common metaphor for chronic mental illness!) that Mollins shoots as it licks its wounds; the scared, hurt, frightened animal lashing out, chewing off it's own leg to escape the trap that it's caught in. The wild dog is all they can see.
But then there is a flipside to these parallels too; a kindness, a gentleness, almost a freedom in Harry’s animal parallels. He's strong like a 'goddamn ox,' like a bear ('I had to kill the bear to become the bear'). He's a harrier hawk, a name given to ensure his safety, raised up to the level of the aerostatics looking down over Revachol, 'soar[ing] on the wings of [his] spirit hawk.' He's a leopard ('its impossible to know where you end and the leopard begins'), discovering or rediscovering a love of softness and sensuality that he'd not known before via the leopard print leotard that 'speaks to the animal inside [him]' and touches on his relationship with his gender ('Yes, this is the type of animal I want to be.').
He's a 'seagull', a bird that will do 'whatever it takes to survive,' a 'bird of paradise' that tells a story of 'endurance- and adaptation' ('You! You and the seagull are just alike!'). He survives, despite everything, despite the grimness of the world around him. He endures. Even the sea monster comparison is oddly kind ('You've become a sea monster -- giant, hidden and... strangely tender at heart'). Even as a monster, he's still gentle; he still has so much love for this world that has wrung every last bit out of him. As if his tenderness is such an inherent part of him that no matter what monstrous face he wears, no matter what creature is there in his shadow, he cannot help but have some trace of it at his core. His tender soul 'quivering like jello.' The pain he feels is raw and animal but so is the love he feels. So is the hope and the fear and the wonder.
My completed piece for the @AdrestianTrio Zine on twitter.