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page 2! in which we meet our central character, who may perhaps be a little bit silly.

toxic doomed yuri

computer angel

The distant sounds of mario kart ghost level coming from upstairs

the face of "i don't know what you're doing but i love you"

its so brave that you have such a 2012-coded url in this 2024 world

would you call a bear brave for standing in a new construction suburb or would you recognize the unfamiliar world they built around him

Fun fact: my roommate has the unique honor of having accidentally weirded out Andrew Hussie, of all people, with something completely innocuous

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

me, a reasonably depressed edo period pilgrim: just do it. fuck me up

night prince

Thank you for the clarification! I forgot any other 3DS existed because I only have the original ahkdhdshhd

since i've been tinkering with my 3ds more lately i noticed that the battery is not nearly as good as it used to be. but i thought "well at least the battery isn't too difficult to replace. just have to get a new one and take the back plate off and swap them." and i thought, gee, most stuff today sure doesn't make battery replacement easy. out of curiosity i check the difference on ifixit.

from: easy. simple. 4 steps.

to: how did we fucking get here

Oh!!! by the way, Switch Pro Controllers use the exact same battery as a 3ds (which is why they last for so damn long) so also consider that when searching for 3DS batteries

since i've been tinkering with my 3ds more lately i noticed that the battery is not nearly as good as it used to be. but i thought "well at least the battery isn't too difficult to replace. just have to get a new one and take the back plate off and swap them." and i thought, gee, most stuff today sure doesn't make battery replacement easy. out of curiosity i check the difference on ifixit.

from: easy. simple. 4 steps.

to: how did we fucking get here

new movie in the series titled "Honey, I Shrunk Myself And Fell Into This Bowl Of Melted Chocolate And You Have To Hold Me Down By My Little Wings And Lick It Off"

put spikes on your wheelchair's handles. wrap barbed wire around your cane or crutch so it'll hurt like a motherfucker if someone kicks or grabs it from under your hand. wear a personal alarm and pull the pin every time someone moves you without your consent, leans on your chair, takes a seat on your rollator, taps your hearing aid, steals your AAC device. scream for help when you're abducted. wail like you're in agony when people trip you up or knock into you. take pepper spray to the grocery store. take a knife to the club. leave cards that say "fuck you" under the wipers of inconsiderately parked cars and scratch access codes for bathrooms on the outside of the door. we are not begging for mercy, we're fighting dirty. we have to.