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I really dig this...

All joking aside, HOLY SHIT that was phenomenal, I genuinely need a full version of that

my jaw hit the floor

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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FOR GLORY!

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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Past Eden

On this day, we were sitting by the fire. You grew up with the world at your fingertips at a younger age than I. You had access to videos of dense canopies of the rainforest, the flowing deserts of the Middle East, and cloudy valleys where the sun's light fell like our curtains in the drafty wind.  You were bored of it, I could tell. I get why; it’s great and all, but it doesn’t beat the pastime of watching you name all the animals you see. You could throw off a wise man like me a few times when you ask me to say the names for you, despite the fact that you already knew all their pronunciations. 

It’s a miracle, the wonder in your eye, innocent as can be. You don’t know the dangers that can lurk in these places. You can have all you want here. I can make you your favorite meal, waffles with sprinkles on the left side only. Yet you open up Pandora's cupboard for my hard cider; you wanted to be like me, you said. It wasn’t your fault. Your sister told you to do it, and her toy snake told her to do it. 

You’re an adventurer, a dreamer, a leader. You lead your friends to far-off lands in the park, an amalgam of the harshest lava, coldest ice, and boundless space. It’s never anything peaceful like a land made of pillows or a world of peace. No, it’s always a war, and you valiantly lead your friends to glory against monsters you can’t see with your eyes but with your heart and soul.

That's why it made the question you asked me right now so hard. You wanted to know what the past was like. “How do I explain it to you?” I thought. I’m not as ancient as I look, it may seem long to you, but I’m no more of a child than you. I didn’t experience the World Wars, the Renaissance, or the invention of the wheel. I know you know there have been many worlds on this earth, the Archean, Proterozoic, Paleozoic, Mesozoic, and our Cenozoic, all of which you have babbled like a madman in the street. Just as dirty as one, but thankfully far cuter. 

I only experienced this century, this millennium. I was too young to remember the towers falling when everything supposedly changed. I don’t think I’ll fully know what that means, but I remember change. In what felt like an eternity of a year, but now feels like a blink of an eye. Phones went from clunks of plastic on the wall to flip phones that could handle water to iPhones that couldn’t. 

Everyone began using their phones to access the World Wide Web. Something we thankfully restricted from your tablet. It was rough at the start, but then it got so much quicker, so much faster. It was all so clear, resolute, streamlined, and easy for your grandparents to understand. But what was a new world in their hands was my playground. It was an underground carnival. Like you, I was an adventurer; I found the World Wide Web on my computer in the late 2000s. Not long enough to remember the agony of dial-up or the boogeyman known as Clippy, but I remember the Wild West. So that’s what I told you.

I told you about the forums and websites I used to browse: Ifunny, Tumblr, 4chan, SomethingAwful. You named it, I was there. I never typed; I wasn’t that good of a speller yet. I remember the memes that would burn for years, unlike the sparks of current ones. I remembered stories of people working together to challenge authority, like celebrities, cartels, and cults, using nothing but their wit. You were just as shocked as I was when I told you about the time 4Chan found a flag using nothing but plane chemtrails.

It was a place of anarchy. Men and women challenged each other in chess matches of the outlandish. Where it becomes apparent that genius really is the sum of intelligence and insanity, I couldn’t explain this to you; how could I? Where would I even begin? How do I explain the depraved like Chris Chan or any other gooner? The anger of incels and critics who cling and shake on the gates they keep till their arms break out of sockets and shoot up the real world. The shock of watching a man getting beheaded, two women with a cup, or a pony in a jar, all just a click away. You couldn’t do anything but chuckle at it. Just to keep it at your computer screen. 

I could lie and scare you, tell you these horrors are like Slendermen and that they were secure, contained, and protected. But even I know that isn’t true. I’ve been to the covens of the web, its monasteries, and templeOS. I’ve experienced the spirit of the other world, that is, the web. I know that in this astral plane, its monsters can breach liminal spaces, go through the back room, and escape the miniature samsara without attachments. The dimensions have merged, and we are in the Aion of Aquarius.

So I told you a different lie, a far more devious one. I told you of the golden age of pirates and devotion. I told you of my travels across the digital sea to find videos of movies of other worlds locked away behind stingy men. I told you how you had to find them in three, like a puzzle, but you ended up finding more doubloons than you could find on the TV once a week. I told you how you could find any song you want and see people make their own music for the media that they loved. I told you of multiplayer lobbies and LAN parties, making far more new friends than you could at the park. 

I told you of all the good things taken for granted. It was more generic than the bad, but to you, it was grandiose. Its absence had made it stronger. I described it as a magical, majestic place. I had made a Library of Alexandria and its port in the Pirates Bay out to be an Akashic Record containing all the knowledge in the world, no matter how silly it was.

Despite hiding the shadow, the light you reflected back made me smile. I can’t help but lie to you, seeing your eyes glow so bright with awe and wonder as you reflect on all the splendor I told you. You are trying to get the cat to play piano and asking your sister to bite your finger. It’s clear its grandiosity became as incomprehensible as the horrors I am afraid of you seeing. Perhaps it was best I made the community of the internet, like the furries, out to be animal brides instead of Skinwalkers. 

I am unsure, though, you are now browsing the web on my Apple phone, looking for the old internet, like the past is just something out of reach. You’re reaching so far for the paradise of the past that you don’t realize you’re going to fall from it. You devote yourself to this idea; you reflect what I told you. You try to make animated music videos with music that you pretend to pirate from my CD case but end up making a YouTube poop instead. 

You try to explore forums in the past, I thank god in all their mercy that you can not read yet. You would realize that you are naked, a hedgehog with no quills. You do not know good and evil, the difference between a heartfelt truth and an empty lie. You only know the lie I told you, and you filled it with so much care. You made it a truth, you strived to make it real, and you strived to be a digital explorer. 

At that moment, I experienced something new: a feeling of hope and terror. I feel it like a bubble that bobbles between my throat and my heart. There is no dread in this feeling, though it is a perfect time to feel it as I ponder you. Will you become a paragon of this past in your mind? What will you manifest from this concept? What virtues will you take from it as you grow into a man? How will you deal with the strife when you find out about what I have had to hide from you? Will you look the truth in the eye or turn your head in ignorance? Will this lie empower you or defeat you my only son? 

I don’t want this lie to go too far, but I can see it in your eyes. I lit the fire of your soul, and it would be cruel to douse it. I have expelled you from Eden, and for that, I’m so sorry. I know you will learn so much to make this ideal a reality by embodying it and giving it power no different than a shaman with a god or spirit. In searching for El Dorado, I hope you are not too disappointed when you find the city of gold is merely pyrite. I fear that you will not accept this or learn from the hubris of men in my time and try to make your heaven on earth. 

Your heaven is within, and it will be a part of you. I hope you learn this, and I hope you piece together that I have tricked you. That you don’t lament being kicked out of Eden because you haven’t truly been kicked out. There may be no paradise on earth, every place will have its flaws, but there is a sense of paradise in this moment. Of me telling you about before, and I hope one day you’ll come back to this old wooden chair and tell your own children about your past, enlightened by lessons learned in your rose-colored memory.

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Community Discord

Hi folks,

I'm just getting some input for this. Iridensia currently has a closed discord server that I use for my beta readers. I'm considering opening it up to everyone and expanding it to all my other works as well.

Would people be interested in joining?

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New chapter coming out tonight, at last!

I know it has been a hot minute but would anyone like Chapter 15 of Iridensia? In a couple of hours maybe?

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meteora - linkin park 2003 ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ

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The Pilot

So for anyone who mostly sees my streaming posts, I also do some writing in my spare time that I keep mostly contained to my big project Iridensia: The Aspect War, which I mostly post about over on @world-of-iridensia.

But I had an idea bug me the other day that I just had to get written down. I might expand on it one day if ideas persist but no guarantees.

Introducing The Pilot

I hope you enjoy!

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Ask game

2, 4, 6, 12, 21, 22, 25, 27, 28

Thanks Barlowe!

What is your go to comfort show?

I have two! It's either House MD or M*A*S*H

Whats your favorite feeling?

The satisfaction of working my way through a puzzle or problem and finding a satisfying solution. Can't beat that.

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Coffee scented

What calms you down?

Playing DOOM! RIP AND TEAR! UNTIL IT IS DONE!

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

The beautiful hybrid of coffee and hot chocolate, the Mocha!

Name of your favorite playlist?

My current favourite playlist is called Iridensia Aspect War. It's one of my writing playlists.

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

It'd either be off black or the same green that original Game Boy's were.

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

I don't particularly like to garden. It's something I've never really enjoyed.

What are you proudest of?

Proudest of my ability to just keep going, no matter what gets thrown at me. I just keep moving forward.

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✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

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Just going to say it in case it isn't clear. Your data is valuable to companies. Their objective is to harvest you for as much of it as possible. YOU are the product.

people who are just finding out about internet tracking and data mining in the year 2025 and that your special robot friend does not respect your privacy lol

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I'll take what I can get

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There is absolutely no shame in crying. I have wept like a child multiple times in my life and it has been great catharsis each time.

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

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*laughs in being with my wife for 12 years and then only having gotten married last week*

No joke though watching people on here say the most basic heterosexual catholic ass bullshit is so funny straight up wymmmm you think if someone hasn’t been proposed to in two years they should break up. Wym there’s no point to a relationship without the end goal of marriage. Wym you think liking photos on instagram is indicative of wanting to cheat. Wym you think nonmonogamy is soulless. God damn lol you’re skirting the line judging of people based on body counts and saying bisexuals are more likely to cheat at that point

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ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE

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Remember when I told ya'll last month to be ready to start looking for a Discord alternative?

Yeah things aren't looking good for discord.

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You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you