watching the sdcc panel and i am just very :) about how sweet their answers to “what are some of the micro moments from the game that have stuck with you the most over the years?” are. taliesin saying what the fuck is up with that which was the first like The Party Gets To Know Each Other moments of c3. travis saying asking his wife if he could kiss her in campaign. marisha going way back to the cannonball competition in campaign one. ashley choosing the beauyasha date but also just the silly goat noise matt made. liam adding onto that to compliment matt roleplaying grass so well and then saying his favourite moment was writing a story for laura and reading it to her as caleb for jester. and then matt saying that was his answer, and that his favourite moments of the game are when they find ways to give gifts to each other whether tangible or not. and sam saying his favourite moments have less to do with the story and is more so when he can just. see his friends across the table from him. when marisha perches and when laura and ashley are (badly) drawing dicks and liam saying he loves when sam sneezes and ashley tells him to stop it and just. yeah. they Are an extremely popular online powerhouse, but i’m so happy that they’re also friends building a world together out of gifts to and love for one another.
like i Am so enamoured with the characters and the world of exandria but the moments when you can feel the love that those people have for each other reach out from behind the stained glass of their performances (to steal a metaphor from brennan lee mulligan) are so extremely special and i am endlessly grateful that they decided to share their silly little home game with the world.
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Crazy stupid how people preach about FICTIONAL characters doing things such as as rape/dub-con/etc, yet actively consume FICTIONAL media about murder/abuse/etc and enjoy it/say nothing about it/etc
Let’s face it: beings/non beings/etc are hypocrites. Literal everybody/somebody/nobody/anybody/body/etc is
You’re allowed to dislike something. You’re allowed to hate something.
Doesn’t make people who like FICTIONAL rape somehow worse ( or better or etc ) than people who like FICTIONAL murder
It’s still violence. Full stop.
Going on and on about one being worse than the other, yet excusing the other as it being “ not as bad “ is completely ignorant, hypocritical, and flat out stupid.
You aren’t better ( or worse ) than somebody who enjoys one violent FICTIONAL situation than somebody else who enjoys a different FICTIONAL situation.
And yes. Fiction CAN sometimes affect reality. Just like sometimes it CAN’T.
Just because somethings CAN’T doesn’t mean somebody WON’T
Just because somethings CAN doesn’t mean somebody WILL
And I’m saying this as a sex trafficking/torture/abuse/severely traumatized person/entity. Not that this means that somebody who haven’t experienced these things can’t talk, or that somebody who has had it worse can’t talk
Just stating perspective because I want to
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my biggest hope with them all doing solo albums as a lead up to them coming back together is that they have time to have breaks and just be themselves, too. that none of this is truly on some schedule of when they need to have a solo album ready or be ready to come back as seven. like I’m comforted to see what the situations seems to be regarding the understanding of “hiatus” but I hope that it really is a hiatus in the sense that they really get a break, that really have the time to grow as people and artists—to experience the world and life in ways they haven’t and to enjoy moments as they pass, slowly and with time to take it all in.
I hope it’s everything they want and I hope they know that we support them through it. that they’ve taken on so much so far—stuff they didn’t even sign up for—and to be able to take some of a step back from that to focus on themselves and their lives and experiences and just get to be? I’m happy for them to have the chance to. I’m proud they’ve taken the opportunity to do so. I hope it’s fulfilling and calm and as long as they need for it to be. I hope they can grow for themselves. I hope they can discover more of themselves and find the art and such that they can be proud of and love and want to share. and I hope it all leads them where they want to go.
I’m grateful they’ve talked about it and shared it with us so honestly. I want them to know that there’s no army I think that’s disappointed or let down by this. it’s not easy for anyone, but it’s not an angry or disappointed feeling. I think it’s the bittersweetness of change, of passing time, of growing up. that distance is a thing that occurs between friends as we all grow up but that doesn’t mean friendship ends there or can’t continue or that friends cannot pick up where they left off. it just means that there is change. sometimes that changes involves taking a break, it’ll always look differently. but ultimately? loving people is understanding that they should put themselves first and loving yourself is to do so, too. it’s difficult and stressful, but it’s also comforting. it’s reassuring. it’s all the bitter of yes distance and breaks are necessary and all the sweet of what each can help us accomplish.
I wish them all the best in whatever this break looks like for the each of them and I sincerely hope they’re given the opportunity to truly take a break. I hope they find what they’re looking for and grow in all the ways they want to. that everything that yet to come hopes for and promises is something they can realize. that they can come back from break grown and proud of everything they’ve done and themselves. that while this is a necessary step to insure BTS’ longevity, I know that this is truly for themselves individually and I’m glad that it is.
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Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.
When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.
When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.
In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.
If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.
“Could I get a bag….?”
There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.
I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.
The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.
The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”
“There’s no bags?”
“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.
He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”
When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.
“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”
I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.
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