Damn, either this is truly personal, or Ruthy is one cool ol' gal to be browsing Lemmy.
I kinda wanna sit in her knitting circle.
I feel like Ed is the kind of guy who would end up lucking into a decent job where is nigh philosophical idiocy somehow allows him to skirt by. No one understands what the hell he means, but it motivated them, make him management.
Fun fact to attach to the one I learned the other day about Steve Dallas' inspiration:
Breathed assumes the guy was "shot by an annoyed girlfriend" which has "saved him on legal fees".
Makes me wonder just how thin the veneer is, while still working amazingly well in the framework of the comic.
Not just good enough, they fit their niche almost perfectly.
Die often? Large passals that reach maturity relatively quickly. Have to risk ingesting potent toxins? Remember what almost killed you just long enough to get away from wherever it was(roughly 2 weeks). Not built for fighting? Fake your death so convincingly, vultures don't want to be near you. Nutrition might be scarce? Gather your feces, it will see you through.
Hell, even the fact that the Virginia Opossum can't adapt well to extreme heat or cold is a benefit to them, the resources they're driven to(such as actively running water, dense undergrowth for cover and foraging, and trees that can support their weight) can be scarce.
Where did you read that?
Not trying to be an ass, genuinely curious, because all the quotes I can find say he was based off frat-boy lawyer who Breathed knew in college.
Yeah, that'd be fair, and it's how I normally treat using the shaft of a pole weapon as staff.
Unless it's a Monk. Damn them, and their versatility!
I'd allow it, at my table.
Using the flat of your blade is a valid tactic for blunting blows, be it against undead or to incapacitate a target.
But I'd also give you a slight disadvantage, as you're now going to be fighting your blade becoming a fan.
We're restarting MKUltra?
Sign me the fuck up, gimme the blotter with the CIA seal.
Hey, hold up...
You think people rollin' out with stick money? In this economy? People got oxygen taxes, man.
Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?
Let's see what fuckery they baked in.
I backpack it. Mines not exactly huge, but it's enough, and easy to lug around. If you hunt around, you can find some fun ones. I picked up mine from a metaphysical shop.
They can also be a fun way to express yourself a little, hang things from the zippers(I have a Sword-mode Kirby on one of mine), pins.
A fucking reprimand.
For an absolute overstep of boundaries and abuse of power.
To someone who, given his past actions mentioned in the article, could not care less.
That is just the most toothless, disappointing response. I undersand if there's not more that can be done, but that in and of itself is a goddamn problem.
What fucks with me these days are the less gory ones.
Like watching a woman's hand get caught under a rivet press because she thought she would be quick enough. Safeties failed, no one could hit the kill switch in time. She's lucky she has use of that hand left, at this point.
Maybe it's a Swordbreaker axe, turn the triangle on its head.
Mans been holding onto it since back in the Prologue, probably has some Durability left.
I have a love/hate relationship with the safety crew.
They're why I have to waste time each year rewatching the exact same shit, but equally, I have seen too many incidents of someone ignoring the protocol and getting severely hurt.
That explains why "Cry of the Black Birds" was on the official soundtrack.
[OC] There Was A House
There once was a house,
In which you were allowed to play.
To rest,
To lay,
To love,
You were forever welcomed within its halls.
There was a house,
And there were many locked doors,
But you were okay,
Helping the owner open them.
There was a house,
And behind one of those doors,
Was found a rose,
Wilting,
Dying,
Under a glass dome.
There was a house,
And the owner wanted to renovate
Not much to the outside,
But the rooms they had found,
They had so much more.
There was a house,
And when you came,
It was with fear,
For you did not see
What the house wanted to be.
You tried to not let it show,
To buy materials to help
To give advice where you could,
But could not hide the quiet.
There was a house,
But you began going to others,
And when you came,
You told the house how lovely they were.
You spoke of their wallpaper, their carpets, of how everything works so well.
As you stood on everything new,
Using the old words for me.
There was a house,
Now it is less
A strewn mass of rubble,
That you skip happily down.
Running your hands down faded walls,
You pay lip service,
As you pass the rose,
part of the centerpiece of what this house was to be.
You never see the roots,
As they climb down the table,
Wrap around all around them,
Pull everything tighter,
Together.
You complain as you prick your finger,
Dancing down the thorns,
How dare this house hurt you?
There was a house,
And the echoes still ring down the halls,
Of the name you call.
Those echoes fill every room,
Surround all that you claim to hold dear,
Because you can’t see,
That Rose is also here.
There was a house,
But there is a garden now.
I wish you could see it,
To call it beautiful,
To lay among the flowers,
To call their petals soft.
There is a garden,
But that does not mean the house has gone away.
Found these three out in the wild
Came across these three Bandai Quick model kits while out and about. They looked adorable, so they came home and got built.
Honestly great for beginners/kids! Pieces pop out of the frame easily, they're fairly easy to click together, and decently solid for snap-togethers. You can at least pick them up without everything falling apart, though Mew is finicky about staying upright in its stand. Young kids would probably need help with the stickers, and maybe with getting the eye pieces slotted into place.
Going to keep my eyes out for the rest of the line, now.
Pin collection rule
Use imgbox to upload, host and share all your images. It's simple, free and blazing fast!
My wife surprised me with the two-piece Mothman and the NB placard she found at an event as an early birthday present! She got me the trans heart last year.