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Nardwuar: And I love the way you thank the threads, too. You thank the threads, the threads!
Lil B: Yeah you know I love threads, shouts out to 4chan, all the Internet hackers, man, anybody that’s on the internet all day, and you’re slouch, your back hurts, you know what I mean?, carpal tunnel, I love you, internet all day, we’re hurting, radiation from the computer is hurting my eyes, I love it, I will not stay off the net,
2011
“I’ve taken it on myself to remind practitioner’s kiddos that things that go bump in the night can get ’em too. So I had to learn.”
“Still not seeing how that’s a job,” Verona remarked. “It’s almost like you were unemployed and a jerk to kids.”
“Adults too! Weird sound in the house at three in the morning? Sometimes that’s me! Best in my field for the wider region, for a little bit.”
“Not really a field, though, is it?” Verona asked, feeling especially persnickety about it, now.
“Sootsleeves, who was speaking a moment ago, Nicolette,” Miss cut in, “is in a prime position to know, as she had to handle the weights and balances of things when dealing with finders who completed her Path.”
“There are always nuances. Shouldn’t give too good a prize to someone with poor karma,” Sootsleeves replied. “Nor too bad a prize to someone with good karma.”
Your prizes were cursed apples, a forever baby, and a mess of wounds and horrible things that gave you protections if you survived them. Are you really in a position to talk about good and bad prizes?
i like it when theyre judgmental and fixate on how whimsical magical stuff can be rly dumb
Im realy fixated on Queen Sootsleeves right now. Former ruler of a whimsical fantasy kingdom like Oz hat everyone hated. Driving around Thunder Bay in her "steed" (convertible) and her "torch" (cigarette) getting fast food drivethrough for her "kingdom" (hundreds of children, pigeons, rats, and squirrels). Basically a nice person but you're dealing with the whole conceit in every interaction with her
since i prefer to be cleanshaven how scruffy i look is basically a measure of how deep ive sunken into the slime and i never appreciate comments about how i look good with the beard or better with the beard, i mean i dont mind them and ppl can say whatever but it doesn't make me feel any better at all
it's like telling Blake Pact that his mutilated bird tattoos are sooo badass
Guys with beards are just guys without beards with beards
love how Rad Ray Sunshine's magic websites are shit and garbage
he needs a software development Anima but it'd kill him on sight
i think it could be cool to have a shrine to blastoise. like blastoise feels shrineworthy. actually venusaur is way more shrineworthy but thats a cold take
proof of concept
“I’ve taken it on myself to remind practitioner’s kiddos that things that go bump in the night can get ’em too. So I had to learn.”
“Still not seeing how that’s a job,” Verona remarked. “It’s almost like you were unemployed and a jerk to kids.”
“Adults too! Weird sound in the house at three in the morning? Sometimes that’s me! Best in my field for the wider region, for a little bit.”
“Not really a field, though, is it?” Verona asked, feeling especially persnickety about it, now.
“Sootsleeves, who was speaking a moment ago, Nicolette,” Miss cut in, “is in a prime position to know, as she had to handle the weights and balances of things when dealing with finders who completed her Path.”
“There are always nuances. Shouldn’t give too good a prize to someone with poor karma,” Sootsleeves replied. “Nor too bad a prize to someone with good karma.”
Your prizes were cursed apples, a forever baby, and a mess of wounds and horrible things that gave you protections if you survived them. Are you really in a position to talk about good and bad prizes?
i like it when theyre judgmental and fixate on how whimsical magical stuff can be rly dumb
Toni Frissel Boating on Montego Bay, Jamaica, November 1946
i dont want to work more, i want to read pale and go to sleep. Fuck
i post a lot and read a lot but i actually do kind of work a lot i think. I just dont rly do anything else. Hard on my hands and back
the fact that zed is on the anti-Charles side, but Charles is possibly the person keeping his girlfriend alive, is awkward and seems like it might come up. As usual it's hard to tell because it's not clear how anything works (did Charles personally take on the Choir's obligations, or did he set up some self-sustaining shell corporation type thing, or what?)
So about half an hour ago I realized my freezer wasn’t quite closing all the way, which is a problem. I already knew it was frosting up a little bit, but I decided to do something about it.
Consequently…
(This was like ¾ of an inch thick at its thickest point.)
how did getting stranded with the Wolf work anyway? I thought at first Avery was gonna get like literally physically eaten. Now my guess is that she would have if she had taken a step backwards, so it was basically an endurance contest, how long can you stand still without food or sleep and with this person who's allowed to do anything to freak you out except touch you? But I'm not sure of that. Especially since the revelation that the Path is actually three stages, that's the end of stage one, and you're actually supposed to get eaten at stage three but there's no way to get there? On the other hand, if Avery stepped back she'd be Lost and the Wolf can kill Lost, but another thing I'm not sure about is whether the Lost she kills actually die, or can die. If they do, the Garricks have indirectly killed a lot of Lost by fucking with the Promenade and everyone there probably hates them. Idk if I missed stuff or it's just left vague
“Makes me wonder,” Adorea said. “About my dormouse.”
“Your- your boon companion?” Avery asked.
“Yeah. The Forest Ribbon Trail, you forget what the Wolf does, but you never forget the Wolf himself. Or the fact that you’re guided through this terrifying, complicated, scary first Path by a sweet, innocent soul-”
Snowdrop grinned, showing off her crowded teeth. “So innocent. So sweet.”
Avery mussed up her hair.
“-and you sacrifice them. Like this big symbolic gesture. Welcome to the Paths, there’ll be no more guides, no more comfort, no more handholding.”
Ominous words for the steady staircase ascent to a dangerous Path. Avery ran her hand along the wall. Tiny bits of paint flecked off.
“Makes me feel guilty, constantly, in this tiny way that should be a much bigger than tiny way, you know?” Adorea asked. “What if I’d found a way to save her?”
this was like sad but in a funny way, like. Being reminded that everyone starts their career on the Paths with this talking animal companion that they sacrifice horribly at the end of the tutorial level, and Avery's just like, yeah, no, I didn't do that, turns out you don't have to do that actually. Me and my opossum hang out every day and it's great. Like. Imagine.
Verona watching her sobbing pathetic father:
probably also verona when charles talks about how his life sucked so much that he had to make self-perpetuating rituals that murder people and stuff
wait was that a longcat reference
verona's halflight practice using the long spirit i mean
like am i insane or is pale full of memes
The spirit of Long was curled up around her shrine. It took a bit longer to reach her, but Lucy wasn’t sure if that was because of spiritual powers. The spirit was wearing the affectation of a noodle-like cat, head near the shrine.
in case the prev was too subtle i guess
REMEMBER. If you’re ever in an awkward, bad, or otherwise unpleasant situation. You can always make it worse by meowing
“Darn. That’d be funny. One time, I tried to hack my brain. Um, I’m embarrassing myself here, telling you, it’s not a boy thing or a girl thing but I remember a few years back when my parents divorced, I’d get these really dark, intrusive, self-hating thoughts.”
“I won’t pry, you don’t have to say.”
‘It’s just- nah. I’m mostly past all that. But it’s like, my grades were awful, and my dad kept saying my mom didn’t want me and she wasn’t exactly acting like she wanted me, and my dad couldn’t afford me and it’d be like… any time of day that I started thinking about any of it I’d think about all of it.”
Jeremy nodded.
“And so the brain hack, every time I started to think in that direction I’d try to break it up with a really vivid mental image. I thought if I could visualize something big and clear and detailed enough, with sight and sound and fill up my brain it wouldn’t have room for the other stuff. I chose a cat. Of course.”
She gave Sir another pet.
“Did it work?”
“Nope. All I ended up doing was adding a meowing cat to the jumble of stuff that was overwhelming me. And that, Jeremy, is the very long story for how I ended up meowing to myself randomly at school a couple of times. I think Amadeus heard me once.”
