
Me as a talk sprite
maaan as if i could do all that fancy moving shit you youngsters do nowadays
back in my day pictures stood fucking still

So out of curiousity I wanted to find out my Class and Aspect if I was a player in Sburb and found my way to this test which is THE BEST TEST EVER IM SUPER CEREAL YOU GUYS
I say so because the one who made it (Pageofhopes) really sat down at thought about the classes and aspects and the personality traits and quests that each entails, and then went on the base these aspects/classes on real psychological types and tests, so it was far from the ARE YOU EVIL YES NO DO YOU THINK ABOUT TIME OR SPACE YES NO whatthefuckever crap
So I did it, and got, to my surprise, the Knight of either Space(or void,space winning by the tinniest amount- BUT HOW COOL WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN the knight of all that is and is not). It wasn’t what I thought I would get at all, but upon thinking about it it really grew on me- it seemed to really fit!
What was really funny was when I asked my best friend (the term moirail really fits here actually) to do the test, he got the Sylph of Time. A moment of giggles aside because of him being in a dress, I found it really weird/cool/0-0 that we complemented each other so well; an active/passive class dynamic, with the necessary heroes of Space and Time for a mininum two-player game.
CROSSDRESSING DUO UNITE
(I also did the Prospit/Derse test from the same person and came up Derse. I haven’t done their Land test because one of the links included has gone dead and they are currently looking for a replacement. But I already know one of the words is Frogs :p)
the story is that the beta kids all live in a house together and one day Dave convinces John to join him on an epic manly quest to snoop through the girls’ room in search of The Promised Land aka Lacy Panty Partyland but then they hear Jade and Rose coming up the stairs and in a panic hide themselves in the storage closet. Everything collapses on them and if they move a single centimeter the whole thing will come down with a bang so they’ve got to stay perfectly still, and John’s freaking out about their fate OH MY GOD DAVE I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU WE’RE GOING TO DIE OH MY GOD NEVER AGAIN I’M SO SORRY GOD
and Dave, Dave’s having his own mental crisis overload and he’s just thinking
oh my god, do i touch his butt, it - it’s right there and if i held on then we’d be more stable and shit or whatever, but do i
DO I TOUCH THE BUTT
One day I might watch this show just to figure out what’s going on.
SOMEONE LINK ME TO A DEATH NOTE FANFICTION WHERE LIGHT IS THE SYMPATHETIC CHARACTER RIGHT NOW I NEED IT I NEED LIGHT YAGAMI NOOOOWWW
oh god those poor souls
Apparently, “Not my problem” in Polish is “nie moj cyrk, nie moje malpy.” Literally “not my circus, not my monkey.”
Officially working the English translation into my vernacular.

this guy pulled out his dick in front of like 5 billion feminist protestors holy shit
Some context for the idiots claiming the women are overreacting:
This occurred at a Slut Walk. For those not familiar with it, the Slut Walk is basically a peaceful protest seeking to eliminate the rape apologism so prevalent in society. The basis is that no woman is “asking for it,” with “it” being rape. It’s not a feminist protest; it’s a human rights protest.
Many of the protesters, as you can probably imagine, have dealt with sexual harassment or rape in their own lives. Many of them have structured their daily activities to avoid being raped. The gathering is supposed to be a place for them to feel empowered and able to recover in the company of those who understand what they’ve been through or who will not blame them.
Nobody at a Slut Walk will tell a survivor that it’s her fault. They will not ask what she was wearing to provoke her attacker. Nobody will say she had too much to drink. Nobody will tell the men in the group that they are inherently rapists themselves, and nobody will tell a male survivor that his experience “wasn’t really rape.”
Then, this fellow comes along. He sees this gathering of survivors and their supporters, and to him, it’s a joke. He sees feminazis. He sees girls who are taking “a bit of fun” too seriously. And what does he do? He exposes himself to this group of survivors and supporters - some of whom are, in fact, underage.
He sexually harasses literally hundreds of women in one act. Aside from public indecency, there was cruel intent in his actions. He wanted to make them uncomfortable. He wanted to “put them in their place.” Other photos from this event show him flipping the protesters off and laughing at their anger.
And there are still people defending his actions. There are those who still feel like these women were asking for itand that they deserved to be harassed for trying to claim they weren’t. There are those who feel that women should be taught a lesson this way, and they applaud this man’s actions.
So no, he didn’t pull out his dick in front of feminist protesters. He harassed dozens - if not hundreds - of rape survivors. The reaction to his actions alone outline the purpose of the Slut Walk.
For those of you still doubting whether what he did was wrong (and I do wonder if there’s something wrong with you, if you have doubts), let me give you an analogous situation. Imagine a gathering of black civil rights activists. Imagine Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, and all their colleagues gathered together to demonstrate that being black did not make them lesser people. That being black and living in the South did not mean they were “asking” to be the target of hate crimes.
And at this gathering, a white man decides he should teach them a lesson by pointedly hanging a noose from the nearest tree and laughing at their anger. And other white men, laughing along with him, commend him for taking these activists down a peg.
That’s what happened here. It’s not an “OMG, I can’t believe he did that!” moment. It’s an “OMG, there are people who think this is okay” moment. And the fact is, it’s not. It never will be. And that’s the take home message of this ridiculous rant I’ve written up.

Dear Ann Coulter of the Day: After Ann Coulter referred to President Obama as a retard in a tweet during Monday night’s presidential debate, Special Olympics athlete and global messenger John Franklin Stephens penned her this open letter:
Dear Ann Coulter,
Come on Ms. Coulter, you aren’t dumb and you aren’t shallow. So why are you continually using a word like the R-word as an insult?
I’m a 30 year old man with Down syndrome who has struggled with the public’s perception that an intellectual disability means that I am dumb and shallow. I am not either of those things, but I do process information more slowly than the rest of you. In fact it has taken me all day to figure out how to respond to your use of the R-word last night.
I thought first of asking whether you meant to describe the President as someone who was bullied as a child by people like you, but rose above it to find a way to succeed in life as many of my fellow Special Olympians have.
Then I wondered if you meant to describe him as someone who has to struggle to be thoughtful about everything he says, as everyone else races from one snarkey sound bite to the next.
Finally, I wondered if you meant to degrade him as someone who is likely to receive bad health care, live in low grade housing with very little income and still manages to see life as a wonderful gift.
Because, Ms. Coulter, that is who we are – and much, much more.
After I saw your tweet, I realized you just wanted to belittle the President by linking him to people like me. You assumed that people would understand and accept that being linked to someone like me is an insult and you assumed you could get away with it and still appear on TV.
I have to wonder if you considered other hateful words but recoiled from the backlash.
Well, Ms. Coulter, you, and society, need to learn that being compared to people like me should be considered a badge of honor.
No one overcomes more than we do and still loves life so much.
Come join us someday at Special Olympics. See if you can walk away with your heart unchanged.
A friend you haven’t made yet, John Franklin Stephens Global Messenger Special Olympics Virginia
those that actually abandon their starter pokemon in favour of others during the game are the darkest of souls that skulk among us
If there was a zombie apocalypse or even just a serial killer out to get me I would save my dog no doubt
But I have a very real fear that she’ll be too stupid to come when I call her and I’ll have to watch her die
“sLAM POETRY” IS DEFINITELY A FASCINATING CONCEPT, sINCE THAT WAS NEVER VERY COMMON, iN MY TIME PERIOD,
This keeps coming up on my dash and breaking my heart.
THAT IS REALLY UNSETTLING
I HATE EVERYTHING