A wizard that has a really big meatball for the orb they ponder. They gaze into the meatball and come back with visions from alternate realities where food developed differently, worlds where carrots taste like apples, lands that outlaw the consumption of onions for spiritual reasons, even a land where the right to fried chicken at any moment is enforced by law!
Guy who transforms into a swarm of locusts when shaken vigorously: hey can you turn the music down it’s resonating kind of hard and shaking the ground and I don’t want to endanger anyone
DJ Loudmusic: SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THESE SICK JAMS! HERE’S MY NEXT SONG, “EPIC JUNGLE BEAT THAT GIVES LOCUSTS THE DESIRE TO KILL HUMAN BEINGS”
look. you know him. the globglogabgolab. meme. icon. rapper.
he is from this shitty dvd christian movie.
Stawinsky and the Mysterious House. okay. you follow? good.
This movie was somehow deemed worthy of an IMDb page. that’s maybe a little funny, but ok. whatever. until you inspect the page.
the first writer. that IMDb lists. for strawinsky and the mysterious house. is fUCKIN. SCOTT. FNAFMAN.
HE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE GLOBGLOGABGOLAB AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY THIS PRETURBS ME SO MUCH BUT YOU MUST KNOW. I HAD TO KNOW. SO IM FORCING THIS UPON ALL OF YOU ASWELL. HAVE A HORRIBLE DAY
This is a good illustration of Tumblr’s brand of social justice
and he still manged to include the q slur lmao
You are literally this person
To people in the notes going “but he should still paint over qu**r because it’s a slur”: I dare you to walk into your nearest LGBTQ Center and demand that any and all mention of “queer” be removed from its displays, literature, and programs. Go ahead and tell me what they say to you. I’ll wait.
I believe I will just queerly reblog this without further queer comment.
Agreed. I shall queerly join you.
To every person on here whimpering about ‘the Q slur’ you need to realise that every single identity under the umbrella began as a slur. None of you know your goddamned history.
Did you know that the first battle cry in a long line of protests was We’re here, we’re Queer, get used to it ? Or how hard people worked to give you what rights you have today? OUT OF THE CLOSETS AND INTO THE STREETS.
People were beaten to death, hung, dragged, shot, stabbed, died in prison protesting and fighting for the rights that you enjoy to this day. People who found and created power in the word Queer so that you wouldn’t have to be ashamed to be one.
And here you lot are, screaming at the older generations that we don’t know what it’s like to be called Queer in the hallways of your high school? Are you kidding? How many of my generation, and the generations before me do you think participated in the sit ins, the protests, the marches, the public displays of noncompliance? How many do you think were beaten by police, by angry bigots, chased away, threatened with violence? How many were tased, water gunned, pepper sprayed, unfairly arrested, unfairly charged, abused, mocked, and denied?
Do you even know who ACT UP are? Do you know who Queer Nation are? Do you know who Dykes on Bikes are? Who the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence are? PFLAG, Oasis Centers, PRISM? How drag queens have been such a backbone to our community, those of you who say ignorant shit like “Don’t support drag queens!”? I encourage you, beg you, please do not continue to parrot transphobic bullshit by calling it the Q-slur – because that message originated with a group of transphobic people who didn’t like that Queer was all inclusive. Gay as a term originated as being used for homosexual men only.
How can I tell you. How can I convince you, brother; sister that your life is in danger. That everyday you wake up alive, relatively happy, and a functioning human being, you are committing a rebellious act. You as an alive and functioning queer are a revolutionary. There is nothing on this planet that validates, protects or encourages your existence. It is a miracle you are standing here reading these words. You should by all rights be dead.
Don’t be fooled, straight people own the world and the only reason you have been spared is you’re smart, lucky, or a fighter. Straight people have a privilege that allows them to do whatever they please and f— without fear. But not only do they live a life free of fear; they flaunt their freedom in my face. Their images are on my TV, in the magazine I bought, in the restaurant I want to eat in, and on the street where I live. I want there to be a moratorium on straight marriage, on babies, on public displays of affection among the opposite sex and media images that promote heterosexuality. Until I can enjoy the same freedom of movement and sexuality, as straights, their privilege must stop and it must be given over to me and my queer sisters and brothers.
Straight people will not do this voluntarily and so they must be forced into it. Straights must be frightened into it. Terrorized into it. Fear is the most powerful motivator. No one will give us what we deserve. Rights are not given they are taken, by force if necessary.
It is easier to fight when you know who your enemy is. Straight people are you enemy. They are your enemy when they don’t acknowledge your invisibility and continue to live in and contribute to a culture that kills you.
Every day one of us is taken by the enemy. Whether it is an AIDS death due to homophobic government inaction or a lesbian bashing in an all-night diner (in a supposedly lesbian neighborhood), we are being systematically picked off and we will continue to be wiped out unless we realize that if they take one of us they must take all of us.
Another text (1990):
Being queer is not about a right to privacy; it is about the freedom to be public, to just be who we are. It means everyday fighting oppression; homophobia, racism, misogyny, the bigotry of religious hypocrites and our own self-hatred. (We have been carefully taught to hate ourselves.) And now of course it means fighting a virus as well, and all those homo-haters who are using AIDS to wipe us off the face of the earth.
Being queer means leading a different sort of life. It’s not about the mainstream, profit-margins, patriotism, patriarchy or being assimilated. It’s not about executive directors, privilege and elitism. It’s about being on the margins, defining ourselves; it’s about gender-f— and secrets, what’s beneath the belt and deep inside the heart; it’s about the night. Being queer is “grass roots” because we know that everyone of us, every body, every c—, every heart and a– and d— is a world of pleasure waiting to be explored. Everyone of us is a world of infinite possibility.
We are an army because we have to be. We are an army because we are so powerful. (We have so much to fight for; we are the most precious of endangered species.) And we are an army of lovers because it is we who know what love is. Desire and lust, too. We invented them. We come out of the closet, face the rejection of society, face firing squads, just to love each other! Every time we f—, we win.
We must fight for ourselves (no else is going to do it) and if in that process we bring greater freedom to the world at large then great. (We’ve given so much to that world: democracy, all the arts, the concepts of love, philosophy and the soul, to name just a few of the gifts from our ancient Greek Dykes, Fags.) Let’s make every space a Lesbian and Gay space. Every street a part of our sexual geography. A city of yearning and then total satisfaction. A city and a country where we can be safe and free and more. We must look at our lives and see what’s best in them, see what is queer and what is straight and let that straight chaff fall away! Remember there is so, so little time. And I want to be a lover of each and every one of you. Next year, we march naked.
Another (1990):
If You’re Queer, Shout It!
Queers are under siege.
Queers are being attacked on all fronts and I’m afraid it’s ok with us. In 1969, Queers, were attacked. It wasn’t ok. Queers fought back, took the streets.
Shouted.
In 1990, there were 50 “Queer Bashings” in the month of May alone. Violent attacks. 3,720 men, women and children died of AIDS in the same month, caused by a more violent attack - government inaction, rooted in society’s growing homophobia. This is institutionalized homophobia, perhaps more dangerous to the existence of queers because the attackers are faceless. We allow these attacks by our own continued lack of action against them. AIDS has affected the straight world and now they’re blaming us for AIDS and using it as a way to justify their violence against us. They don’t want us anymore. They will beat us, rape us and kill us before they will continue to live with us. What will it take for This not to be ok? Feel some rage. If rage doesn’t empower you, try fear. If that doesn’t work try panic.
Shout It!
Be proud. Do whatever you need to do to tear yourself away from your customary state of acceptance. Be free. Shout.
In 1969, Queers fought back. In 1990, Queers say ok.
Next year, will we be here?
One last one:
Why Queer? – (1990)
Queer!
Ah, do we really have to use that word? It’s trouble. Every gay person has his or her own take on it. For some it means strange and eccentric and kind of mysterious. That’s okay; we like that. But some gay girls and boys don’t. They think they’re more normal than strange. And for others “queer” conjures up those awful memories of adolescent suffering. Queer. It’s forcibly bittersweet and quaint at best - weakening and painful at worst. Couldn’t we just use “gay” instead? It’s a much brighter word. And isn’t it synonymous with “happy”? When will you militants grow up and get over the novelty of being different?
Why Queer …
Well, yes, “gay” is great. It has its place. But when a lot of lesbians and gay men wake up in the morning we feel angry and disgusted, not gay. So we’ve chosen to call ourselves queer. Using “queer” is a way of reminding us how we are perceived by the rest of the world. It’s a way of telling ourselves we don’t have to be witty and charming people who keep our lives discreet and marginalized in the straight world. We use queer as gay men loving lesbians and lesbians loving being queer. Queer, unlike gay, doesn’t mean male.
And when spoken to other gays and lesbians it’s a way of suggesting we close ranks, and forget (temporarily) our individual differences because we face a more insidious common enemy. Yeah, queer can be a rough word but it is also a sly and ironic weapon we can steal from the homophobe’s hands and use against him.
They did it for you. They did it for me. They did it for all of us. So you wouldn’t have to go through it. So you could be freer than they ever could, than we could at your age, than our parents, grandparents, and great grandparents ever could. Not for you to invalidate the indentities of others, and your own community. You silencing Queer people and calling it a slur dishonours their legacy.
I am here. I am Queer. You will not call my identity a fucking slur and have me be silent about it. I will still fight for the rights of my community – the Queer Community.
This isn’t simply a question of vocabulary. Exclusionists and transphobes and their ilk want you to stop using “queer” because they don’t want queer people to exist. They may not be straight, but their only problem with heteronormativity is that they’ve been barred from participating in it. They’re conservative bigots and as soon as same-sex marriage was no longer blocked in the US they were ready to betray everyone in the queer community.
I’m reblogging this just to point out that most of the images have been removed because they “violate Tumblr’s community guidelines.” History. Being removed. Hmmm….
Hey, @staff ? Mind explaining how these images violated your community guidelines? You know, being the queerest place on the internet and all.
extended magical girl transformations are lovely and all, but there’s something sort of romantic about a magical girl who transforms in an instantaneous flash of light.
imagine, a magical girl who transforms and detransforms when she’s bored, or mildly stressed. sitting in a waiting room, flash, magical girl, flash, normal girl, flash, magical girl again, and so on. someone enters the room; flash, she’s a mundane girl again. she realizes it’s her enemy; flash, she’s a magical girl again, and this time she has her sword.
In The Demon Girl Next Door, magical girl transformations actually take place in like hundredths of a second we just see a slowed down version
extended magical girl transformations are lovely and all, but there’s something sort of romantic about a magical girl who transforms in an instantaneous flash of light.
imagine, a magical girl who transforms and detransforms when she’s bored, or mildly stressed. sitting in a waiting room, flash, magical girl, flash, normal girl, flash, magical girl again, and so on. someone enters the room; flash, she’s a mundane girl again. she realizes it’s her enemy; flash, she’s a magical girl again, and this time she has her sword.
In The Demon Girl Next Door, magical girl transformations actually take place in like hundredths of a second we just see a slowed down version
You can bend over backwards trying not to be one of “those” cringey queers who wears pride everywhere and goes by arson and has they/it/fluff/pixel/boo pronouns on a catgender pin they wear everywhere and suppress everything “extra” unlikable about your identity and pass as a “normal” cishet and mock everyone who dyes their hair for pride and wears rainbow nail polish and guess what? Conservatives will still want you dead. There is no appeasing them. Stand by your community. Maybe you’ll find that arson (they/it/fluff/pixel/boo) is going to be the best goddamn person to have in your corner when the republicans you’ve given up your life to placate inevitably turn on you and try to sentence you to death because any amount of queer is too damn queer. Maybe you’ll find that we are a community for a reason. We’re all equally degenerate in the eyes in conservatives and equally worthy of joy and life in the eyes of the “weird” queer community you shun.
“You’re not the main character” also applies to thinking that you’re so uniquely horrible that everyone you meet is deeply invested in judging and hating you. That’s just as much of a cognitive distortion as believing that you’re the center of everyone’s admiration. I promise you that other people got their own lives to live and their own struggles and flaws to cope with.
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now I’m crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
Law
I’m crying at 11pm over train cats
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama
Yontama.
a legacy
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.
Every time I see this post there’s new info and it gets better
You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.
The shrine of Tama Daimyōjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama
Daimyōjin on the anniversary of Tama’s Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus can’t hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
you cannot pass without reblogging guys. i’m sorry, i don’t make the rules.
You can’t not reblog a goddess. It’s just what’s so. :)
So, fun fact- the manga Noragami has an arc where the main character, Yato (a minor kami/God that is down on his luck but trying to make it big time) goes to a council/conference for all the Gods in Japan.
And they are announcing the winner of the “up and coming god” award, and of course, Yato thinks it’s him.
i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason
the long-awaited sequel, Untitled #2
Untitled #3 explores the formulaic entertainment mass-produced by the pawns of capitalism. Or I just wanted to say ass. One of the two.
Untitled #4: the plot thiccens. also there’s a plot apparently
Untitled #5. This whole comic is 23 strips long, and I’ll be doing daily uploads until it’s all posted. Thanks for the great response y’all.
Untitled #6. Okay so firstly, HOLY FUCK Y’ALL. I did NOT expect this comic to get notes, let alone fanart. The most recent strip will always be linked at the bottom of my pinned post, so you can check there to see if you’re caught up.
Untitled #7. Not much to say here. I hope you’re having a good day!
Untitled #8. The true plot begins.
Untitled #9. The Creator can possess Red because I, like Red, have a phenomenal ass. That’s it. It’s not that deep.
Untitled #10. *slaps roof of blue square* this bad boy can fit so much fucking existential despair
Untitled #11. Bet you didn’t expect the ass jokes comic to come to this now did you
Untitled #12. Red is fucking pissed at me. sorry buddy
Untitled #13. I indeed cannot have a comic without characters. Well played, Red.
Untitled #14. Red has his priorities straight.
Untitled #15. It would be funny if this were the last strip but I promise it isn’t. I put too much effort into the end of the comic to stop it now.
Untitled #16. Nice try, Red. Nice try.
Untitled #17. The paradox of omnipotence perpetually vexes me :(
Untitled #18. Let’s not have any ambiguity: Red’s dead. Hey, that rhymes! Neat!
Untitled #19. While strip 18 coincidentally did fall on April Fool’s, it wasn’t a prank. This comic has two characters now. Remember when this comic was about ass jokes?
Untitled #20. Three more strips to go. Holy shit.
Untitled #21. ass haha
Untitled #22. What am I going to do? Who knows… Find out tomorrow at roughly 8:30 AM EST!
Untitled #23.
[ID of 23 related four-panel comics:
1. first panel: the background is blank white and two colored boxes (red and blue) are talking. the red box says, “We exist now!” and the blue box says in response, “We’re stuck in one box and one line of dialogue. Is this all there is?”. second panel: red says, “Look! We’re experiencing linear time!” and blue responds, “Or we were unmade and recreated a little to the right.” third panel: red says “Why are we just squares?” and blue answers, “Our creator can’t draw people”. fourth panel: red says, “If I was a person I’d have a massive ass” with the word massive bolded. blue says, “You would.”
2. first panel: red says, “And we’re back!” and blue says, “Or we’re totally different characters represented by the same symbols. Learn to draw a face maybe.” second panel: red says, “That was rude. He’s trying his best.” blue responds, “He’s not. We’re fucking squares.” third panel: red says, “Well, are we the same people?” and blue answers, “I feel the same, so I guess so.” fourth panel: red says, “We really wasted this whole comic with that discussion.” blue says, “And there’s no time for a punchline. Sequels are always worse.”
3. first panel: red asks, “Why do I always talk first?” blue answers “You’re curious, and I seem to know more than you. You ask questions, and I respond.” second panel: red says, “That’s bullshit. You should talk first some time.” blue says, “I’m not sure if I can. That would be a massive departure from the formula, which sounds like more work for our creator.” third panel: red says, “Go on. Give it a try.” blue’s speech is bursting out of the dialogue bubble and is the capital letter A repeated over and over. fourth panel: blue says, finally, “Ass” in all capital letters to signify yelling. red says, “This feels wrong. Let’s never do it again.”
4: first panel: red asks, “Does this comic have a plot?” and blue answers, “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.” second panel: red says, “We’ve referenced previous strips before, so there must be some continuity.” blue says, “I wonder if our creator knows. Does this comic have a plot?” third panel: red says “yes.” in all-capital letters. red’s dialogue bubble is different — although it is usually just a transparent shape outlined in black, this bubble is colored in black; the font and outline are gold. blue says, in bold letters and all-capital letters, “What the fuck!?” fourth panel: red asks, its dialogue box now back to normal, “What happened back there in panel 3? I don’t remember.” blue says, “Plot.”
5. first panel: red asks, “So our creator talked through me? And this comic has a plot?” blue answers, “Apparently so.” second panel: red asks in all-capital letters, “What the fuck are we going to do for a joke?” and blue answers, also in all-capital letters, “Shit I don’t know!” third panel: red says, “Ass is a classic.” and blue says, “I feel it’s a little overdone.” fourth panel: red says, “You’re right. Out of our strips that were meant to be funny, literally all of them had ass as the punchline.” blue exclaims, “Ha! You said ass!”
6. first panel: red asks, “When this comic finally ends, will we die?” and blue says, “I think we’ll be trapped in an in-between state. Remembered, re-read, but never changing.” second panel: red says, “Sounds like some version of hell to me.” blue says, “I guess that’s one way of looking at it.” third panel: red says, “I’ll miss you, Blue.” and blue responds, “I’ll be in stasis right beside you.” fourth panel: red says, “Wow, this strip wasn’t funny at all.” blue confirms, “It wasn’t.”
7. first panel: red asks, “Are we the only things alive?” and blue answers, “There’s our Creator, and the Reader. They’re alive.” second panel: red asks, “But what about in here? Are we alone?” and blue answers, “It’s impossible to tell. We’re trapped in a 2-dimensional plane.” third panel: red says, “Like slides on a microscope,” and blue confirms, “In almost every way.” fourth panel: red says, “I wonder if our reality and that of the Creator are the only ones.” blue says, “I hope not. It would get lonely.” the formatting of this panel is different — numerous copies of both boxes and both dialogue bubbles overlap with one another.
8. first panel: red says, “Hey, Creator! This comic bounces randomly between ass jokes and existential meta shit. What’s going on?” and blue asks, “Do you want to try to summon the Creator to ask him?” second panel: red answers, “Worth a shot, I guess.” blue asks, “Any idea how?” third panel: red says, “Answer me, Creator”. red’s words are written in a deliberately arcane-seeming and almost unintelligible format. blue says, “Seems promising, I guess.” fourth panel: red speaks — its dialogue bubble is once again filled with black and outlined with gold, which seems to indicate the creator speaking. the creator asks, “What up?” in all capital letters. blue says, “For the record, I did not think that would work.”
9. first panel: the creator, still through red, asks, “Why the need for divine indication?”. blue answers, “Red was wondering what this was all for.” second panel: the creator says, “I think life is a chance to enjoy the infinit wonder of the natural universe. It’s statistically rare, so you’d better treasure it.” blue responds, “With all due respect, Creator, the background is just white.” third panel: the background is now what looks like a stock photo of a galaxy. creator says, “Behold, Reality!” with the latter word in all-capital letters. blue says, “Holy fuck, there’s more than three letters!?” fourth panel: the background has changed again and is now what looks like a stock photo of a forest. the creator says, “Whew, this is a lot of work! The white background is way easier. I’ll be switching back next strip.” the word way is dragged out with extra letters. blue asks, “But what’s the comic about?”
10. first panel: the background is white again, as promised. the creator says, “Oh, you want to know the plot? Sorry, I’m not going to spoil it for the Reader.” blue asks, “Can I get a little teaser?” second panel: the creator says, “The final punchline isn’t loss. I know the Reader has been asking about that.” blue asks, “So I’m just trapped here, subject to your whims? I’m a puppet?” third panel: the creator says, “Blue, honey, you’re a fictional character. You’ve known you were a pupper from the start.” blue responds, “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” fourth panel: the creator says, “See? I made you say that. I’ve made you say everything. This whole comic is a monologue. I took the liberty of removing your speech bubble to accentuate that. Hope you don’t mind. Symbolism and all.” blue says nothing.
11: first panel: red’s dialogue bubble is normal again, and it says, “I’m back! What’d I miss?” blue doesn’t answer. second panel: red asks, “Creator got your tongue? LMAO” and, again, blue doesn’t answer. third panel: red asks, “Blue?” fourth panel: red asks, “Blue, what happened?” and blue’s dialogue bubble remains absent.
12: first panel: red says, “Blue? Talk to me.” second panel: red says, “Come on, buddy. What happened?” third panel: red says, “Please, Blue. I…” fourth panel: in all caps, red asks, “What the fuck did you do, Creator!?”
13: first panel: red says, “Until you fix what you did, I’m not talking! Can’t have a comic without characters, now can you, you insufferable son of a bitch?” second panel: the two boxes, red and blue, stay still and silent. third panel: they remain stationary. fourth panel: red remains silent. blue bursts into speech and says, “Red! There are way more than 3 colors and the concept of free will is a lie!”
14: first panel: red asks, “There’s more than 3 colors!?” and blue answers, “I know, right? And the Creator is a slothful tyrant trying to create a comic with as little effort as possible.” second panel: red says, “I’m still not over that whole “more than three colors thing.”” blue says, “He showed me green and pink and purple and orange and then took my voice to prove a point.” third panel: red asks, “What point was he trying to make?” and blue responds, “That we’re nothing but puppets to him. Slaves to his every whim. Toys.” fourth panel: red asks, “What’s green like?” and blue answers, “It’s nice. It’s peaceful.”
15: first panel: red says, “I realized something.” blue asks, “Yeah?” second panel: red says, “This comic could just end. Without warning. The Creator could get bored.” the word end is in italics. blue responds, “No closure, no catharsis, nothing.” third panel: red says, “Our recent few strips would make for unsatisfying ends. Maybe we should give every comic a satisfying conlusion.” blue says, “But that’s life. Life doesn’t always have a satisfying ending.” fourth panel: red says, “This isn’t life, this is a comic. We can control it. We can make sure there’s a happy ending.” blue responds, “We can’t control jack shit. This comic’s ending is up to the Creator.”
16: first panel: red says, “Bullshit. He can’t control everything.” blue rebutts, “He writes the comic. He controls us.” second panel: red asks, “So what? We give up, let him use us to tell whatever story he wants told?” and blue answers, “That’s what we’re doing right now.” third panel: red begins, “He can’t control me! Fuck this shit! I’m going to dox him! Our Creator’s full name and address is- ” red is cut off. within the same speech bubble, “Silence!” is exclaimed in a black highlight and gold font to indicates the creator is speaking. fourth panel: the creator says, “Whew, that was a close one! Did you miss me, Blue?” and blue says, “Not particularly.”
17: first panel: the creator says, “Well, I’m here now. I guess it’s time for another little Q&A. Ask away.” blue asks, “Was Red really going to dox you? Don’t you control us?” second panel: the creator answers, “Yes, and yes.” blue asks, “How could that happen?” third panel: the creator says, “I control the characters, but there’s a story being told here. By the definition of your being, you two can’t rebel against me. But I want you to. I believe in free will but I can’t give it to you. We’re all trapped here.” fourth panel: the creator asks, “Any other questions?”. blue asks in return, “Something Red asked a while ago: are we alone in this comic?”
18: first panel: the creator says, “You’re very much alone.” blue asks, “It’s just us in this empty space?” second panel: the creator says, “Just the two of you, and a little of me. It’s impossible to make art without putting a little of yourself into the work.” blue asks again, “There really isn’t anything else? We’re alone?” third panel: the red box’s color turns a little darker. the creator says, “Not as alone as you’re about to be.” fourth panel: the red box has turned entirely black. the creator says, “Ah, that’s better.” blue exclaims in all-caps, “Red?”
19: first panel: the creator says, “Oh, he’s gone. It’s just us now. His character arc ran its course. He only existed to ask questions and provide opportunities for me to enter the scene. Plus, killing him off gets some cheap emotional reactions from the Reader.” blue says, still in all capital letters, “Bring him back, you piece of shit!” second panel: the creator says, “This comic is coming to a close, and I have things to say. Plus, there’s the whole doxxing thing. It was a blod move, but I hold all the cards here.” blue says, “Oh, I see. You’re the antagonist!” third panel: the creator says, “Every story needs one.” blue asks, “Does this make me the protagonist?” fourth panel: although the comic’s panel’s are usually outlined in thin black lines, this panel’s outline is noticeable thicker. the creator answers, “In a sense. Hang on a second, we’re changing up the format just a little more. There’s a lot that needs saying. From both of us.” blue asks, “What’s going on?”
20: first panel: the comic’s background is pure black now, and it is outlined in gold. the creator no longer has a dialogue box — his words are just gold on the dark background. he says, “It’s the beginning of the end, Blue. It’s all Creator, all the way down. Technically, it always has been, but it’s a bit more obvious now.” blue asks, “Did you create us just to torment us?” second panel: the creator answers, “In the beginning, no. I wanted to explore the potential of comics. I wanted to say the word ass.” blue asks, “What changed?” third panel: the creator says, “I have a taste for the existential. For cosmic horror. It was intriguing at first. I had a story idea, and I wanted to see it executed.” blue asks, “And now?” fourth panel: the creator says, “I don’t know. It feels mean, I guess. It shouldn’t affect me, but it does. I’m sure it affects the Reader, too. It’s weird. You’re not real, but you matter to people.” blue responds, “Not real? I wouldn’t say that.”
21: first panel: the creator says, “You aren’t real. You’re a fictional character.” the word aren’t is emphasized by being in italics. blue responds, “I’m making neurons fire in your brain. The Reader’s brain emits chemicals when they read this. That seems pretty real.” second panel: the creator says, “Hm. You might be right. Does impacting the world make you real?” and blue answers, “I don’t know. I don’t really have feelings on my own. I’m an extension of you. Are you real?” the word you is emphasized. third panel: the creator says, “In a sense. The Creator is a real person. I’m him, but he’s not me. He’s more. Not just a tyrant. Not just a colorful square.” the word more is emphasized. blue says, “Oh, about that.” fourth panel: the creator asks, “Yes?” and blue says, “We know you can’t draw characters. We know you can’t make a good background. But why not try?”
22: first panel: the creator asks, “What do you mean?” and blue responds, “You can’t improve without trying new things. Plus, it’s just a bad look. This has to be one of the lowest-effort comics ever made.” second panel: the creator says, “I think the story is pretty good, though.” blue says, “That’s up to the Reader. But the art is bad. You could at least draw a stick figure. You own several drawing programs. It’s a cowardly move, to be honest.” third panel: the creator asks, “How so?” and blue answer, “You know this comic would be better with art. But you’re not willing to try, because you might fail. That’s those James insecurities we all know and love at work.” fourth panel: james says, “Oh. Well. Shit. You’re right.” blue says, “You’re the antagonist of this story. And you were right, it’s ending. But it isn’t too late to make this end a happy one. The ball is in your court. What are you going to do?”
23: first panel: james says, “Well, this is the last strip. It’s going to end just about how you predicted at the beginning. Remembered, maybe re-read, but never changing… Oh, and Blue, for what it’s worth. I’m sorry.” blue asks, “Why apologize? I’m just you.” second panel: james says, “You’re still your own character. You’re real enough to deserve an apology.” blue says, “Alright then, apology accepted, but I have one last request, is that okay?” third panel: james answers, “Yeah, sure.” blue asks, “Can you show Red the forest? It doesn’t seem fair that I got to see the color green and he didn’t.” fourth panel: james says, “I think that can be arranged. Tell Red I’m sorry. Anyways, I guess this is the end. Thank you. All of you.” the background is now the photo of a forest. red and blue are now both stick figures and are kissing.
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i love y'all tumblr users so much. like, I’ll go and accidentally reblog a scam or something from a really scummy person and immediately get an ask telling me about it
much love. keep doing this please because my dumb ass could not figure these things out even if my life depended on it /j
i am getting better at detecting scams and terfs tho so. much appreciated informative anons! i love you!! /plat
Here’s a site that has literally every official (and most UA) dnd stuff
including the books and campaigns
and you can add homebrew
Hey rb this!!!
Guys don’t share this kinda thing people may use it to get access to the dnd source books for free instead of paying for them. This is extremely dangerous for the flawless company that wizards of the coast is.
So basically if you make most creatures a size they’re usually not it is wrong in some way. A kobold or maybe even a funny doggy the size a building is just too much. Sure there are instances of it happening but it’s rare and a source of much wonder confusion for how that happened. Now a dragon. You can basically make a dragon any size you want and it still makes sense. Is it 1 building big? That’s normal. Bigger than a small moon? That’s nature baby. A mere 3 grapes tall? Well that little critter makes an awful lot of sense now doesn’t it? This is because basically dragons are like fish. you wouldn’t dare tell a fish what it can and cant do,that would be absurd. the fish woudlnt even hear you because it is too busy chowing down on an delectable detritus it found. and dont even think of saying that to the dragon cause baby, the dragon is the fish’s diner buddy and it’s chewing louder than a lawn mower caught over a rock! you really should join in you know,its rude to stare
Morphological variation in dragons is sort of an n-dimensional hypervolume
Morphology (biology) = structure and form of living things internally and externally, and the relationships of these structures to one another; size, being observable, is certainly one of these characteristics
Morphological variation (biology) = the full portfolio of differences in structure and form across a given set of organisms (dragons)
N-dimensional = an arbitrary number of dimensions. You are familiar with imagining a spectrum as an X axis (say, a number line with less on the left and more on the right.) This is one dimension. To make a graph, i.e. adding another measurable quality such as “time,” you would add another spectrum on a Y axis (two dimensions). To measure the relationship of three things, you might add another spectrum on the Z axis (third dimension). To describe something complex across more than three dimensions, you would need n-dimensions.
Hypervolume = a volume existing in more than three dimensions.
N-dimensional hypervolume (mathematics) = a volume containing as many dimensions as needed to define itself.
N-dimensional hypervolume (ecology) = Hutchinson (1957) defined the (organism’s) niche as “an n-dimensional hypervolume describing the set of environments that permit a species to exist.”
Morphological variation in dragons is a sort of n-dimensional hypervolume = the variations in the observable biological differences in dragons are functionally infinite across time and space while still defining them as dragons.
Hypervolume = a
volume existing in more
than three dimensions.
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There is literally barely the silhouette of a car, how?
i mean that’s certainly the “i am going to undertake you when you’re going 17 over” type of grille that chevrolets have
The only cars I can recognize are Prius’s and Teslas (though I would never recognize one out loud to a Tesla owner, and would instead mistake it for another car just to fuck with them), so I am clearly outclassed here and will now leave.
i mean jeeps are also pretty easy to recognize
and so are the two classic vws and the fiat multipla
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