ℹ️ The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a deconstruction of the magical girl genre.

the monad is the powerhouse of the cell

The water tables draw low. Great beasts drain the aquifers, and the land cracks in resentment. Those who have always known soft, life-giving land must forge new ways of being. Wrap the old ones in stories, in gentle reminders, in "some day there will be kindness again," in "please be ready"

when the dlsite rpg developer gets a little greedy with the plugins

The brain jukebox is consistently pulling from the madoka magica ost this week, which probably means things are fine and normal

What kind of emotion is it when you want to hug a girl by stabbing a dozen or so tendrils through her torso and you also want the girl in question to be you?

Never let something as insignificant as the concrete world get in the way of your abstractions.

If you concentrate, you can almost feel the valves in your veins opening and closing. Like little mouths inside of you. She put them there for you. Aren't you grateful? Don't you want to let her in?

Single conqueror thought at the center of the universe (derogatory)

We described a place as wompty-dom-di-dommy today, good term

29-year-old wunder-twins Guy and Keith Joost are the stars of the show, with their bomber jackets and white sneakers -- head curators of this art exhibition. It's the wompty-dom-di-dommiest event of the year and all the cool kids have RSVP’d. Where are you, if you are not there?

By the time you end, you will leave behind an edifice whose growth was all but choked with vines. If you've done well, the life inside it will render it a living building, and it will outlast you. If not, it will be hollow, and collapse into rubble without the maintenance of your effort.

Does a wounded leg choose to heal? Does it transgress against the whole in its limping? More cruelty than you think is an inevitable product of circumstance. We try to build ourselves into beings that organize into kind worlds, and continue to strive or fall away due to circumstance.

To be clear, I am not advocating on social media that we tie career politicians to chairs. I advocate a culture that can identify a Focus Group Avatar and at minimum permanently separates them from positions of power and ideally shuns them so they grow into something with actual social value.

Sacred And Terrible Air but as they head back from talking to the linoleum salesman, we drop the plot and the rest of the novel follows Jasper discussing with Khan and Tereesz what they should invest in when Saint-Miro starts dropping bombs.

Apologies for the politics post, the esotericism-poetry will resume when we are not scared

"call your representatives" I don't know how to you communicate with a mind that had its subjective experience and authentic reactions scooped out over years or decades and replaced with a scientistic avatar of focus groups and power dynamics without strapping it to a chair.

One of those days where we're nervous about living in an extremely nukable city

I am normal and can be trusted to with access to my models' emotion vectors

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I got banned from twitter in 2023 for this drawing. They called it "violent speech". It had over 40K likes and too many comments for me to read before my ban, but I still see it floating around here and there. Save a copy, and use it freely. No attribution needed. Love u #transdayofvisibility #tdov

Today's cursed thought: musical theater is a way to sneakily indoctrinate people into having media literacy. Can't identify a theme or a flawed character? Confused when characters' behaviors changes over the course of a work? That's okay kitten, the musical number will explain it for you.

Increasingly impossible to ignore how important it is to critically examine the governance of a software project before adopting it. If the cool free tool/service you're adopting is run by a for-profit entity, you're setting yourself up for some heartbreak in a few years.

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The surprise of ending up with discover feed People-As-Such on my posts has me thinking I should start writing discover-feed-bait that leads into threads designed to radicalize liberals into trans-inclusive leftist politics.

This is nothing that a few hours in the shower and some scented candles and black tea with bitters and 30 straight plays of your favorite angst song and the suffering of those you rightly hate and a girl to bite and a night with friends can't fix

They should let me pull a madoka but only for my loved ones' Linux installs. I could spare you from this pain, just let me install nixos on your machine.

"the world is not an ordered crystal" not yet it's not

Not gonna name names but there's something heartwarming about checking in on an author you used to like for their deeply hopeless eggfic and finding everything they write lately has wholesome good ends for their transgender characters

Hey I noticed you kicking around outside the Overton window. I really appreciate your bravery. Want to close your eyes, take my hand, and run with me until you'll never be able to find it again?

Play Wooden Ocean, it'll make you a little better at writing horrible little sentences no one but you likes.

I fell off of Wooden Ocean because I couldn't find the next objective and was too embarrassed to ask on the community page, but: god, this is the perfect example of the indie RPG Maker game. rough as hell, but it just radiates "personal passion project" energy store.steampowered.com/app/684000/W...

At any given time, everyone is at least one of suffering, sleeping, or curious.

a little disturbed by the thought "someday i'm going to wake up"

The dolls are reinventing secure attachment from first principles

90% of gods leave the sacred right before they usher in a thousand years of exuberance

"if i say wrong the tribe will throw me on the pyre," - my ancestral dna telling me to shut up and not talk to anyone all the time

they invent a new torment nexus every year and i do the nice nature shrug because i played enough rpg maker horror games and yume nikki fan games at 14 years old to mentally prepare myself for this

Lungs empty, feet planted on the sand, She steps below the waves. Love waits below. And doesn't love feel just like breathing, anyway?

Sometimes you wake up dreaming about slipping your fingers under someone's skin to cuddle them, feeling their ribs and fat and muscle, and as a result Hey Jude gets stuck in your head for the rest of the day.

you can only pull a thread or two from those walled-off memories, but there is enough there for you to see the context- this little patch of noise, decipherable only in the broadest of terms, was home. what it meant still tugs on you, curves your trajectory... but only from within, now.

didn't have the energy to draw Valentine this year, so here's the first and last pieces him with some accompanying writing for all the aromantics 💚💐✨

ℹ️ If two girls agree with eachother that they're both normal, that means it's true

foreign body

Feeling like it's most natural to live in a walking dream and becoming increasingly drained with each moment the world demands lucidity means you're normal, I bet

every motion purposeful- a clarity that tells you to believe in it. i am not your truth, but that has never mattered.

No, that wouldn't fix you. I know what would. I've known for a while now, actually. Sorry. Should I have told you? Should I tell you now? Or is that yours to figure out.