That is what they all say until the 'ahh so eepy' comes.
Pride comes before a fall - especially in this case. Remember this well, young padawan. It is a lesson that I have had to learn many a time.

A Yautja posting about their current hunt and showing off how many trophies they have already.

It looks angelic. I am not worthy. Find another person more suitable for this blessing.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.

I have no clue what a pishock is, but the keyboard smash is foreboding and has left me with a lingering sense of concern and the vague impression that a *submissive* is in the general area.

Ca ttt t tttt tt cta caat catcatcat ccaatt

I put two p's in apologise, it is so over.

Merry christmas! I appologise for my habit of only popping on once a month then vanishing, but I want you to know that my support for you is eternal.

I have an irrational hatred of the skaven that goes beyond normal. This is not even a matter of 'funni rat people', I get genuinely upset by the idea of a people so cruel and hateful.
No hate to skaven fans, this is entirely a me problem. I need thicker skin.

Hell, did it even evolve or was it designed in a laboratory for some reason? Perhaps it is an alien, the blue tongue suggests that it uses something other than iron in its blood. So many questions, none of which I will be able to ask. Life is unfair.

I don't know why but I want to infodump/be a total nerd at this bizzare, innocent creature.
Is it somewhat descended from the maned wolf? What is the purpose of the fluff near its rear? If those eyes are anatomically correct in their scale, what evolutionary pressures drove it to needing them?

Mentally flashbanged by femtanyl. Every single white vaguely anthro cat character does this now. My brain is melted.

But what if it turns out that the genre is not horror, but instead a lighthearted mystery/adventure? Are you really going to miss out on that opportunity?
More cursed artefacts for me, I guess.

Then there is nothing more to say. For what it is worth, I hope that you have a good day irregardless of how you feel about me.

May all be well.

Call me a liberal, but to be swept up in a hateful mod mindset is not the type of revolutionary fervor that you are looking for.

Justifying hate with ideology is not a way to act, no matter the ideology. No matter if the aims are good. No matter what.

Joyfully declaring this level of hatred is the type of feverish, casual, anti-intellectual brutishness that led to the children of Kulaks being hated and left broken and dead.

Even if they deserved it, to allow yourself to act without thinking is a dangerous path to follow. Examine. Empathise.

This is not said out of anger, this is just to inform you.

I followed you up until I saw this. I tried to approach this from a perspective that we were just differing in opinion in some matters, but this is not alright.

We are humans. Empathy is only natural. This is not.

This is literally every single creepypasta about a kids show from 2014-2017 or so.

Just an observer. Don't mind me. Just passing by. I'll be gone soon. Want to talk? Sure, if you like brick walls. Have a question? Sure, I'll answer if you ask.
I read the walls and watch the world from my window. I am a contact microphone on the world. I fell off track. I am a ghost.
Don't mind me.

In a way, it is freeing. She is far more fucked up than me, my older sister too.

I am only freed from the horror of myself because I am not me. I am a human-shaped hole. A place where information and events fall. Considered and then stored away forever. Nothing further.

I couldn't even remember when my grandmother tried to kill herself in front of me and my sisters when I was 8 or so years old. My younger sister - the only person who I actually speak to nowadays - had to remind me.

I am barely a human. I hate this. I hate the man I have become. I am only 19 and I have already ruined my entire life.

Fear and apathy are the only things that I really feel, everything else falling into a dim transient state.

How am I supposed to change if I can't remember how to fix myself?

I when I try to figure out who I am as a person I have always failed to do so.
I don't think that I am a person as such, moreso a silent bystander - a passive witness.
I take information in and process it, but never do anything with it.

No output, only input. No action, only paralysis.

I killed a spider Not a murderous brown recluse Nor even a black widow And if the truth were told this Was only a small spider Sort of papery spider Who should have run When I picked up the book But she didn't And she scared me And I smashed her I don't think I'm allowed To kill something Because I am Frightened.

"I don't think I'm allowed to kill something because I am frightened."
—Nikki Giovanni 💔

#poem #poems #poetry

The UN calls for "patience and vigilance" in returning Syrian refugees after Assad's removal aje.io/75f5xq

An Israeli air strike on the Maghazi refugee camp in central Gaza has killed and injured several Palestinians, including children.

Treatment of minorities always has and always will reflect on broader policies because a focus on miborities is usually done for material reasons. You are supporting a man who would have sent you to die in a slave camp or 'convert'.

I hate to interject, but I can't see how a man who so casually sent gay people to prison camps where they were enslaved (I do not support forced labour in American prisons and would never make exceptions based on borders or a coat of red paint) could ever be considered a 'good man'.

I am violently obsessed with this. You have gained a follower and a fan.

Wonderful art, though. I like how you balanced out the colours across the character. Multicoloured tail and head elements so that it didn't look unbalanced, all while keeping some aspects of the design relatively simple in colouring so it doesn't become too over-complicated, even allowing texture.