Holy shit this game amazed me to no end as a kid. The eerie, strangely melancholic atmosphere and cute-yet-creepy characters were one thing, but it kicked absolutely into overdrive when the player was transported to a freakin’ POST-APOCALYPTIC FUTURE timeline, the first of its kind I had ever seen. So terrifying it is on par with all the creepypasta FALSE childhood memories:

>be me

>open tumblr in public

>falin's tits

>frantically close tumblr

>open twitter

>falin's tits again

my Hobby mood board

grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

this is actually so tragic

[“Ultimately, anti-fatness isn’t based in science or health, concern or choice. Anti-fatness is a way for thinner people to remind themselves of their perceived virtue. Seeing a fatter person allows them to remind themselves that at least I’m not that fat. They believe that they have chosen their body, so seeing a fat person eat something they deem unhealthy reminds them of their stronger willpower, greater tenacity, and superior character. We don’t just look different, the thinking goes; we are different. Thinner people outwit their bodies. Fatter people succumb to them. Encounters with fatter people offer a welcome opportunity to retell that narrative and remind themselves of their superiority.

Over time, I have come to learn that these moments—the threats, the concern, the constant well-intentioned bullying—run even deeper than a simple assumption of superiority. It is a reminder so many thin people seem to desperately need. They don’t seem to be talking to me at all. They seem to be talking to themselves.

Thin people don’t need me to know about a diet or a surgeon. They don’t need me to hear them expound on the evils of the obesity epidemic or the war on obesity. They need to remind themselves to stay vigilant and virtuous. The ways that thin people talk to fat people are, in a heartless kind of way, self-soothing. They are warnings to themselves from themselves. I am the future they are terrified of becoming, so they speak to me as the ghost of fatness future. They remove food from my cart as if it is their own. They offer diet advice forcefully, insisting that I take it. If I say that I have, they insist I must have done it wrong, must not have been vigilant enough, must not have had enough willpower. They beat me up the way most of us only talk to ourselves. As if in a trance, they plead with me, some terrifying future self.

Sometimes, the trance breaks. Maybe it breaks because they realize, with great discomfort, that they have made extraordinary judgments, issued intrusive mandates like some petulant prince. Maybe it breaks because a fat person asks them to stop. But whatever breaks the trance, the thinner person seems to return to themself, recognizing that they may have overstepped. And without fail, they will offer the same rote caveat, a hasty waiver, unsigned, disclaiming any injury caused: I’m just concerned for your health. And just like that, all that judgment, all those assumptions, all that cruelty suddenly becomes a humanitarian mission.”]

aubrey gordon, what we don’t talk about when we talk about fat

Oh so its alright for medieval saints to cum while kissing and licking peoples infected wounds but if i do it im worse than shit. ?

we live in a time where ppl have the gall to say shit like “vegetarians who eat meat are still vegetarians. asexuals who experience sexual attraction are still asexuals. atheists who believe in God are still atheists” like do words have meaning anymore

I knew the opening reminded me of something

im getting my oil changed and i heard the mechanic go "tee hee hee". whats happening

THEN WHO'S JESUS YAOING IT UP WITH. WHO

death to the USA in my lifetime please

a lot of people are dismissing the "violent" rap music rushing and scrambling to say well not ALL rap is violent here's some rappers who don't rap about violence but like. idk. I think the "violent" rap is important to listen to as well. do you know why gangs exist? do you know why Compton is the way that it is? can you listen to the experiences of black men when you can't personally relate on any level? or will you dismiss an entire genre of music because certain sub genres make you feel a bit uncomfortable as a non-black person?

fuck killing a victorian child by making them listen to hyperpop all you gotta do is make a white tumblr user listen to rap