this is the most frightening depiction of heterosexuality i’ve seen in a long time
it looks like an earthbound enemy
|—||#projectpokemon is messing around with the OR/AS demo and accidentally just created the most Tumblr possible sentence|
sorting these i was like ‘flesh to dust… imagine if it was the other way around. imagine if someone used dust to flesh and their house just turned to pulsing skin and they were like Oh, my god, I had no idea it was so dusty in here’
OKAY I FOUND THE POST THIS REMINDED ME OF. There is apparently an actual D&D spell called “stone to flesh”, for curing petrification or something, and someone wrote up a beautiful post about what that could entail.
What in fucks name is this flying water
For years whenever people mentioned they were in university or whatever I felt really lazy by comparison. Confident friends doing impressive things and I’m just sitting here totally clueless. Trying to get into art school. Trying to figure out what to do now after dropping out of art school.
However now that I’m in Hacker School and it looks like I’m going to get through it, I see that that’s not how it works at all. Now I’m on the other side of the equation and I’m flying by the seat of my fucking pants.
aaaaand of course I’m super super stressed about the whole job thing too. I am so not ready to devote forty hours a week to doing someone else’s programming for the rest of my life. the entire concept of working until you’re old is fucked the hell up.
I 1000% regret calling her earlier, tonight was Hacker School art night and it was supposed to be fun and social and instead I’ve just been too busy remembering how powerless I am
I started writing my disassembler this week and I started talking excitedly about how I’d gotten going on the big imposing final project I had set myself and she was just like “great! is this something that makes you jobs?”
then she asked a zillion questions about my new living arrangement and was ~so relieved~ that it was going okay because I cost her so much sleep while things were up in the air
and then she sprung the whole “I’m annexing your room” thing on me. and asked if it was okay, and I was like “wait what? can I think about this?” and she strongarmed me into saying I was okay with it (like fucking shit I said like five times she could do it but she kept twisting my arm because that wasn’t enough, I had to say I was okay with it)
half the upstairs back home is getting renovated, starting a fucking week before I get back, and Mom has annexed the bigger of my two rooms while that’s going on
which means I’ll be crammed in my teeny back room and the only way to get to the rest of the house (or outside) is going to be to walk through her space
I just don’t have the option to avoid her. for a month and a half.
jackson? grant? franklin? i don’t want to waste your time with such entry-level figures. perhaps i can interest you in someone a little more valuable
I think about pokemon in non-battle situations a lot. Like pokemon who have been trained/raised to be helpers and assistants than to be battle partners.
Pokemon visiting hospitals to cheer patients up like dogs and cats do. Or ones that help kids learn to read, speak, swim, go through therapy?! Even pokemon who’s abilities help owners with specific disabilities?!
I love thinking of pokemon outside of battle situations.
I left Haley (the Espeon diononychus crocheted me) at surskitty's house because I was worried about misplacing him while I was looking for an apartment and sleeping somewhere different every night. Now I regret it because I don't have Haley. >:C
It’s pretty much the best apartment possible too??? I’m subletting a former Hacker Schooler’s extra room and my rent is prorated for just the five and a half weeks I’ll be there. It’s out in Brooklyn, which means TREES, but it’s basically right next to the subway so it takes half as long to get to Hacker School as it did from my Manhattan apartment.
Holy shit. Holy Shit. There goes ALL MY STRESS FOR THE REST OF MY BATCH.