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catfindr · 2 days
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prokopetz · 3 hours
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In terms of conflict resolution gimmicks in tabletop RPGs, dice are always a classic, but I've also seen playing cards, tarot cards, party spinners, dominoes in both their matching-game and tip-them-to-make-other-dominoes-fall-over modes, coloured beads, coin flips, chess boards, dance-offs, stop-watches, Jenga towers, guessing games, public speaking, fire, knives, candy, baked goods, and in one notable case, a dildo covered in edible glitter which players compete to thwap with those little rubber sticky-hand things. I've played games which employ these devices in ways which emphasise random chance, games which employ them in ways which emphasise player skill, and a game whose method of resolving psychic powers was once criticised for affording unfair advantage to characters whose players are actually psychic. Though there's inevitably a sense of trepidation when pushing the boundaries of one's medium, I promise you, whatever goofy conflict resolution method you've come up with for your indie RPG probably isn't even the weirdest one to be published this week, let alone overall. The usual crowd is going to sniff and harrumph at anything that isn't "roll a single twenty-sided die plus modifiers versus a flat target number" anyway, so fuck 'em – do it for you.
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pink-petal-lover · 1 day
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When your temper flares, trust that your f/o will be there to help calm you down. They will listen to you rant, they may even get mad with you. Because how dare someone treat you that way!!!
If you need to hit something, they will hold the pillows for you to punch the crap out of. If you're a pacer, they'll clear space for you to stomp around in.
Then, as the storm finally passes. They will gladly help you move past it, giving you your favorite snack or drink. Watching something, playing your favorite games. Or just enjoy some peace and quiet with you.
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bunny-lovers · 2 days
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Imagine you and your f/o eating ice cream on a sunny day.
proship/comship/neutral DNI
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lynne-monstr · 1 day
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the weather warming up is not going to stop me from making huge pots of soup. because huge pots of soup are one of life's great joys
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wonderinc-sonic · 2 days
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My personal cross to bear as a Sonic fan is having many food aversions, several of which coalesce in the humble Chilidog.
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Sitting atop the spongiest and most suspicious of all breads is one of the most non-food foods ever to be passed as food: the hotdog sausage. It is unfathomable and secretive, all I can ascertain is it is probably meat. I can see nothing of its contents. Speaking of suspicious, this object is topped with chilli - which when heavily spiced and served with rice is a favourite food of mine - but that is if I can see all the contents, or have made it myself. The chilli as rendered in Sonic media is always ambiguous, and possibly once again a meat so must be treated with suspicion. Atop this: salsa, chutneys and relishes that contain vinegar in great quantities (a frightening solution, must be treated with care), soured cream whose consistency is a life or death matter, and cheese that I have not personally administered, and therefore is untrustable as it may be laced with potato starch, too melty, or not salty enough to disguise the fact that it is actually rubber.
And yet.
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My favourite boy loves it. Can the friend of your friend be your enemy? Am I a fraud that my love for Sonic and his adventures is marred by my detestation of chilidogs?
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This gif specifically is so personally tormentuous. The beautiful fantasy aesthetic, the moody grey sky, the shining boy- and then. He does. That.
Art is meant to comfort the disturbed and disturb the uncomfortable. Truly, Sonic media is not appreciated enough for the complex and challenging material it has been producing.
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Terrifying stuff.
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You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.
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garaks-padded-bra · 8 months
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Was making food to bring over to my grandfather so i made him a little chicken pot pie (I know it looks like shit you need to be nice to me) and i cut out some letters in the pastry to spell out “Papa” for him, because that is what he is called, and i thought it would be Nice, but it backfired somehow and now i have to hand him a fucking fap pie. fuck my baka life
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it’s okay to do things that make your symptoms worse (as long as you’ll stay safe)
every once in a while you need to eat something yummy. or go on a walk. or a trip to the zoo. take a hot shower. cry your eyes out. dance. listen to music. draw for way to long. write. laugh. sit in a cafe with a friend. paint your nails. dye your hair. go on a run. pet a cat
sometimes you need to do things that are cathartic or make yourself feel alive. sometimes you need the reminder of why you’re fighting so hard to stay alive
this is your reminder that just because it makes your symptoms worse, it isn’t always the wrong thing to do. there can be value in these actions
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Another piece of diet culture to unlearn: that eating an "unhealthy" food negates the benefits of other nutritious things you've eaten. Put bacon and ranch on your salad? Congratulations, you still got a lot of fiber, that's great for your gut biome, and the veggies still contain nutrients. Finished up your dinner with a dessert? You still ate the dinner. You don't have to eat "pure" to take in nutrition from your meals.
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catfindr · 21 hours
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prokopetz · 3 months
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The thing about fantasy worldbuilding is that verisimilitude and the rule of cool are not enemies. Someone who looks at a pod of flying whales and asks "what do they eat?" is not being a spoilsport – they're engaging with the premise. There are any number of much more serious objections to aerial megafauna than lack of any obvious role in a trophic web that could have been raised if they just wanted to shoot the idea down; a person who wants to know what the flying whales eat is all but explicitly yes-anding the idea. Sure, you might not have an answer at your fingertips, but acting like it's unimaginative for them to have asked is a really fucking weird way to react.
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thebibliosphere · 5 months
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Dysautonomia is so wild.
You'll just be vibing and chilling, and your nervous system will go, "Hey, can't help but notice you ate a little more food than usual; we're gonna have to shut everything else down and direct all the blood in your body to your stomach," and suddenly you're lying on the floor with your legs elevated and a heart rate of 140 because your body doesn't body so good.
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espeonkin · 9 months
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light? never, MUST DIE
PRINCESS are my favorite guy
DINNER, i'm wanting more
DUKE ONKLED, scrub the floor
OAH, hear the king go munf
SQUADALA, we are off!
TOASTERS TOASTING overload
EVERYBODY PIIIIIIIIINGAAAAAAS
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5weekdays · 10 months
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this place has a brunch menu where everything’s named after this summer’s movies. so you got stuff like “indiana jones and the mango french toast of destiny” or my favorite:
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🏳️‍⚧️ this post (and this sandwich) has come out as trans! 🏳️‍⚧️
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fitsinthepalm · 9 months
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