I’ve always been impressed with how inclusive (much of) the community is; and the devs open and frequent support is heartening.
I could see this happening, I would rather have pride vanity shields. We can already Transwarp, I want to Trans Warp
A white bunny looks out a car window on a rainy day with water droplets on the glass.
I’ve spent enough time in the shade. I'm picking the tools back up, but the mission has changed.
I’m not here to debate my existence anymore. I’m here to create, to play, and to be. My advocacy is my visibility; my visibility is my art.
Let’s build something. 🎨🎮
A powerful book by someone dear to me; and the cover is my first professional commission!
The "War" in Warcraft shouldn't be an artificial barrier between players.
It should be the stakes of the world we all live in and fight for.
Letting the game evolve to meet the community where they are isn't a mistake—it’s good design.
🧵5/5
We also need to move past the idea that accessibility is "dumbing down."
One player’s "dumbed down" is another player’s ability to actually enjoy the game. Efficiency, adaptability, and social flexibility are features, not bugs.
🧵4/5
Two big truths:
➡️ Unity is not homogenization. You can share a raid spot with an Orc without losing what makes a Night Elf unique.
➡️ Modern players value agency. We want to define our own stories rather than being locked into a binary choice made in 2004.
🧵3/5
Mad Titans, corrupted world souls, Old Gods, and cosmic entities. The scale of conflict in Azeroth is now massive. Forcing a "Red vs. Blue" skirmish feels contrived and narratively stunted. If our characters can save the world together, they can form a guild together.
🧵2/5
There’s an ongoing debate regarding World of Warcraft (and other games) moving toward cross-faction unity. Some see it as a loss of "core identity," but I see it as a necessary—and healthy—evolution for the franchise. It’s time to let the story (and the players) grow up.
🧵1/5
As TDOV approaches, if you’re tired of the spotlight, it’s okay to step into the shade. You don’t owe the world your story or your vulnerability as a teaching moment. Sometimes the most radical thing you can do is simply exist for yourself. 🏳️⚧️ 🧵5/5
But you are allowed to be mundane. You are allowed to be "boring." You are allowed to value your privacy and your peace over your "impact." The goal of any movement should be the right to just be, without having to explain why. 🧵4/5
There’s a specific kind of burnout that comes from being a "representative" 24/7. When your existence is treated as a constant political debate, the simple act of living—working, gaming, just existing—feels like it has to carry the weight of a Statement. 🧵3/5
We’re often told that being seen is the only way to be safe—that if we are loud enough, we can’t be ignored. But being "seen" isn't the same as being respected. Sometimes, visibility feels less like a platform and more like a searchlight you never asked for. 🧵2/5
Visibility is not a mandate; it is a tool. And like any tool, you are allowed to put it down when your hands are tired. When they're cracked and bruised. Broken and bleeding. 🧵1/5
This is your brain on sea shanties.
Everybody:
Me:
My brain:
Everybody:
Me:
My brain:
DON'T HAUL ON THE ROPE, DON'T CLIMB UP THE MAST
AND IF YOU SEE A SAILING SHIP, IT MIGHT BE YOUR LAST
JUST GET YOUR CIVVIES READY FOR ANOTHER RUN-ASHORE
A SAILOR AIN'T A SAILOR, AIN'T A SAILOR ANYMORE
If you’re just now hearing the "quiet part," you haven't been paying attention to the noise. Stop pretending this is "unprecedented" and start acknowledging it as the long-standing strategy it actually is. 6/6
The "mask" was never actually there for most of us. In fact, most us are/were the ones wearing the masks… the mask of being someone neutral and unaffected. The mask of privilege. The mask of denial. The mask of discomfort. 5/6
Calling it a "slip" or a "mask-off moment" just helps people ignore the historical data. It prioritizes decorum over substance, suggesting that the problem is the honesty of the statement rather than the malice of the policy. 4/6
When we act shocked that the regime is finally being "explicit," we’re ignoring the actions and rhetoric that’s been broadcasting at high volume for decades.
For marginalized voices, that "quiet part" has never been quiet—it’s been the loud, constant hum of the machine. 3/6
It’s become a shorthand for performative naivety. Every time someone uses it to describe a systemic reality, they’re basically admitting they haven't been listening to the people targeted by those systems for the last twenty years. 2/6
These days I find the phrase “saying the quiet part out loud” really fucking annoying and I finally figured out why… 🧵1/6
I don't post much, but @mitnerd36.bsky.social is a dear friend of mine who is trying to help a couple in need.
Please help if you can, or signal boost.
What would the job listing read like, I wonder?
"Please be advised that all screams may be monitored and recorded for quality assurance. An agent will be with you momentarily to receive your anguish."
"Thank you for contacting the Void. Your scream is important to us. We are currently experiencing a higher-than-normal volume of existential cries. Please hold, and the next available agent of darkness will be with you shortly."
*abyssal muzack*
image from the 'No Man's Sky' video game showing a barren planet surface, a resource silo in the right. In the middle, caught on a power line, is a small pink and blue hover vehicle dangling awkwardly by its rear-left hover pad
[No Man's Sky]
Yup, that's me. I bet you're wondering how I ended up like this...
If your demographic form asks for “sex assigned at birth” but doesn’t ask for current gender identity, you’re not merely collecting data. you’re erasing people. It’s 2025. We know better. Do better, Walgreens
Two and a half Moghs-- a sitcom featuring Worf, Kurn, and Alexander
So that magic 3.5% number, how's that working out for us?
Many of us cautioned that without plans and followup action, that day of protest would be largely performative and ultimately useless.
We got yelled at, and yet...