I love Clark Kent because realistically both a nice 6'5 superhero with godlike powers AND a friendly 6'5 country boy reporter would be rolling in bitches, but Clark suffers from terminal Sweetiepie Syndrome and has zero game as a result
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Blocking only creates uninformed bubbles.
actually blocking creates a fun internet experience where the people u dont like cant bother u
fanfic should be fun fic. if you are not having fun, please step away, take a break, do whatever you need to in order to have fun with this hobby we share
Anytime i see a bunch of pride flags i have to restrain myself from saying "where mexico" bc i doubt anyone will know I'm referencing this
CGI animators should unionize next. normally, their jobs would be too precarious to strike, since studios would replace them without a second thought, but if it's part of this larger general film strike, they might finally have meaningful power to better their working conditions
if CGI animators unionized, it would kill the MCU. straight up. the the entire business model is built on exploiting CGI animators
THEY ARE TRYING!!!!! SIGN THE PETITION TO GET THE DISNEY ANIMATORS' UNION RECOGNIZED
this petition is from IATSE (union), btw! it actually has credibility, unlike most change.org/etc petitions! please sign it!!
if you could imbue any rock with magic power, what type of rock would it be?
Thought this said cock
I think I just accidentally became someone's loan shark??
Okay it sounds bad but bear with me:
Someone owes me a significant amount of money, and has made it clear that they do not intend to pay me back.
I sent them one text to follow up about it around two months ago, letting them know that I wasn't stressed about it and I could wait or do installments if they needed time or things were rough, and they promptly blocked my number and deleted me on social media.
I was kinda bummed, but then, you know. I figured, it's a lot of money, but at least they've removed themselves from my life, right? If I were to choose between thinking someone like that was a reliable friend or paying a lump sum for the trash to take itself out, I could make peace with it. Whatever. Live and learn.
So, I haven't seen them in a few months. Cool. But then I was walking downtown and I see someone out of the corner of my eye just sitting around, having a drink. Don't know who, don't know what. Not paying attention, yeah? I'm living my life.
But as I get closer to walk past them, I see them get up and start booking it. And as I turn to figure out what's up, why is someone running, I recognize the back of their head, and as they look over their shoulder, we make eye contact, and then they're gone.
And I realize
I just got off work. I'm power-walking in what could ostensibly be interpreted as their direction. They look up and see someone they ghosted, who they have screwed monumentally, coming at them with a hundred-yard-stare and what they may not know is a regular resting bitch face. I don't even care about the money anymore, I've accepted it as a loss, but they blocked me on everything so they don't know that. And they went, "fuck this shit, not today" and dipped.
And that would be funny on it's own, but we do not live in a large, heavily-populated area. It's definitely going to happen again. So my question is this:
How long are they going to let themselves live in fear of my stumpy 5'3" ass hunting them down like John Wick or the devil himself before they snap
And how good is this gonna get while I let them
I need to be clear that I look like this
Hey. You. Person reading this post.
Get out of your chair. Stretch your legs. Take your meds. Accept the call to adventure, though fear still dwells in your heart. Pass through the ethereal threshold of the known and unknown world, though you do not know it at the time. Find a mentor, older and wiser than yourself, to aid you on your journey. With their help, venture forth into the unknown, overcoming challenge and temptation along the way. Watch your mentor die before you, destroyed by the horrors you are to defeat. Let out a guttural scream of anguish within the Abyss, listen to it echo about you, a thousand voices crying out in mourning. The terror overwhelms you. As you lie in the depths, allow a Revelation to come to you, a brilliant shard of light, a voice like a silver bell. It whispers in your ear.
Die.
Be reborn.
Indelibly transformed.
Face the horrors that killed your mentor, the fear within you now tempered into courage, hard and sharp as iron. Destroy them, the Revelation still ringing in your ears. Turn away from the unknown world.
Return. Open your door. For a second you do not recognize the furniture, the art on the walls, the color of the carpet. It smells strange.
You are not the person who left.
Maybe that's alright.
Oh, and drink some water. Stay hydrated :)
Man. The Herobrine really is summat else. We got:
- A glitch of a ghost in the machine that causes every error in the game
- The White Eyes character, stemming from a texture error, which becomes associated with the cave noise & eventually leads to the creation of the Herobrine myth
- Transgender swag
- The fucken. Brocraft stream that links to that ONE image & implies that either you or Herobrine are "asleep" & dreaming
- The way that Herobrine myths kicked up due to the TF2 influx, after the devs made mention of the game
- Every single unexplained structure in the game, all abandoned, all without a clear group that created them can & will be associated with Herobrine
- The mineshafts. The ruined portals. The deep dark. It's kind of like a story, told in three arcs, if you squint right
- Like something that used to live there, toiled in the soil along with the worms
- Like something that got locked away, that wants to go back
- Like something that needs to be kept out
- Every single zombie looks like Steve. Does that say anything? Does it imply something about Herobrine, another reflection, but maybe a bit more sentient? With teeth that are a bit more sharp, with a malice that is a bit more cold?
- Mojang putting the "Removed Herobrine" note in for YEARS, then one day dropping it, only to bring it back 3 years later
- N*tch being scrubbed from the game's lore, so he's also (sometimes) scrubbed from Herobrine's lore, leading to alternate origins
- He is the first player. He is the ghost of a fellow player. He is an architect, a miner, a builder. He is a friend to all the mobs, & an enemy to those that take all the trees & never replant the saplings. He is a curious onlooker, probably harmless. He is a deep loathing. He is a danger, a legend, just a myth, but is he?
- The way that people's opinions of Herobrine have shifted through years, like a litmus test for Minecraft players as a whole
- It starts with the eerie feeling of being in a room you KNOW should be empty, but feeling eyes on you, anyways & ends with a sad type of goodbye, a dreamer seeking a dreamer condemned
- The way he's more quiet, more calm, less prone to the griefing & attacks he was once known for, like his fire has cooled with time
- The Minecraft end poem. Maybe. Do you think Herobrine ever got to hear those words? "I love you," & "You have played the game well"?
- The person with the Herobrine username, which has had the catboy Herobrine skin on for years o7
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[Edit] If you and your friends cosplay for fun that's okay! This is for anyone that is under the employment of the studios and companies that are being struck. Please don't attack people who cosplay as a hobby, they're not doing anything wrong.
much like the minotaur I am a creature in some sort of situation
