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reminder that there is only *one* galactus across all of marvel, so all of those variations are just the same guy trying out new looks

fantastic four was a bit too fantastic

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I also need rain world

i’m so fucking bored

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Go my reblog

if I get this to 50k+ notes I'll actually try to bake this

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EDIT 1: I'm starting to regret this. - Aug 4

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FINALLY! I've been looking for a way to put this into words without sounding transphobic, thank you guys

Guys can wear dresses, trans people don't need to conform to dressing standards, and people shouldn't have to base the gender they are after what the gender binary says they are!

I don't dislike the transfem Ralsei theory. It makes sense especially for his character as to break free from his role within the game and the prophecy.

However – a lot of "proof" I've seen on this Theory is just; "oh, ralsei likes to be called cute, and fluffy and wear dresses." As if those aren't things men can do as well???? 😭

Like, correct me if I'm wrong, but last time I checked clothes don't have gender, and the words "cute" and "fluffy" are extremely gender neutral. So yeah, basically we are still trying to fit this kid into a box somehow.

But anyway gender-fluid/agender ralsei when?

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Yes

Ok guys

Guys you gotta hear me out

Hear me out on this one

Guys

If/when the cosmere gets an animated series, they GOTTA do this thing

Make every planet have different artstyles, like in spiderverse's different dimensions

Every shard influences the people it has power over differently

And you can see what planet worldhoppers are from, but this doesn't affect the plot

Guys please spread my genius

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Epic rap battles of history:

Conspiracy Grandpa

Radioactive Wasp

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Stories like these actually make me really glad my parents moved us to Washington, because fortunately the church is waaaaaaaay less weird out here than in Utah

BYU Roommate story 2

The other roommate I had in that apartment was Captain Mormon, and Captain Mormon was a fucking one-man carnival show.

Captain Mormon had lived in that apartment for two years – he was cemented in the ward, he was known by everyone in the area, and he was so God Damned chipper it was almost an insult to my major depressive episodes. My mom came with me to help me move in, because she is a good mama and she is SO good at decorating and organizing and stuff. We bought some basics – bed sheets, a big soft blanket, a Han Solo and Chewbacca body pillow, some coat hangers, the works. And as I’m hauling it all in Captain Mormon comes up to greet us – not offer help, to clarify, but to say “Hello!”

Which was fine until he started talking past the “Hello!” and it became more and more obvious that he was the most annoying type of Mormon. He was homeschooled by Mormon fundamentalists in rural Idaho, he did crossfit, he was 5’2”, he had glasses that made his eyes look 4x bigger than they normally were, he couldn’t read a room to save his life, he couldn’t NOT make it about him, and he was SUPER self-righteous. There was not a single part of his presentation that gave him a fighting chance to be good at socializing.

So he says “Hello,” and he comes bounding down the stairs, big wide-eyed missionary smile plastered on his face, and says “Hi! You must be [deadname]! It’s SO good to MEET you, I am SO excited to get to know you, but before that, just a ~couple~ thingssss, here’s your space in the fridge and because I’m doing CROSSFIT I basically own the pantry but you can store stuff in there too if you want.”

And because I’m depressed and tired and trying to be nice I just nod along as he explains how to live in his apartment, which fine, whatever, good to set boundaries right away (actually tho it does help, at least for me) and he was just getting under my skin because he talked like he was just about to burst into song, like he was in a Dear Evan Hansen universe and nobody but him knew. He finishes his spiel, I say “Cool, thanks for letting me know” and start to walk up the stairs when he starts asking “get to know you” questions “Where are you from? Where’d you go on your mission? What are you studying?” And I answer them one by one and then repeat them to him, starting with the first one:

“Where are you from?”

“Well, originally I’m from HEAVEN! But then God loved me SO much he sent me to live with my super cool mom AND dad in southern Idaho where I was born in the Covenant! I'm so grateful for that!”

I'm not kidding, that is WORD FOR WORD his response. I have witnesses (my mom). it was WILD. And because I’m emotionally connected to my mom we were able to silently, telepathically, look at each other and say “Holy shit this has to be a joke” but it was NOT a joke AND it got worse because he started to tell me his entire life story and as he continued it became more and more and more and more and more and more and more obvious that he was attracted to women against his will because he had a HUGE chip on his shoulder about all the women who had turned him down on dates. His life story included the phrase “friend zone” at least 8 times before he even got to his mission, and after his mission Hoo Boy I lost count.

I figured he may just be awkward and bad at greetings – as a fellow awkward malefailure I was totally there with him tbh so I gave him the benefit of the doubt, although later that night my mom and I did vent about him and my mom DID say that if I wanted to break my lease she’d help me do it because that was a lot.

I told her I’d power through and maybe he was just having an off-day.

He was NOT having an off-day.

He actually got worse, somehow.

Over the next week, I learned that he likes to sing – not by himself, not to himself, he likes to sing AT you, like, getting in my face and dancing on me while he sings. And to make all the WORSE it was singing Disney songs acapella, so I’m not just getting danced at like I’m a Shark and he’s a Jet, but it’s accompanied by “What can I say, except, you’re WELCOME” slightly off key, and it happens at least 4 times a day.

Our shower had something like 6 laminated paintings of Jesus taped up on the shower walls (which in Mormon culture is meant to be an anti-masturbation trick, like you can’t jork if when Jesus is ogling you, but they also go out of their way to give Jesus ‘Daddy’ vibes so…) and he still managed to take 45-minute showers every night at 11:30 PM while belting out Disney tunes to let us know that he wasn’t masturbating, but then kinda trailing off for 20 minutes, then restarting for the last five minutes. This was a nightly routine, btw, and he never missed a night.

I know he was probably autistic, because I’m probably autistic, and while that helped me be patient there were still times where it got aggravating – he was just SO Mormon and SO sanctimonius and also SO oblivious to everyone’s feelings about that, it was just, like, UGH. I know it’s unfair of me, but I’m being self-indulgent in letting myself be annoyed with him despite my better judgement.

The thing that topped off his annoyingness, to me, was that he constantly complained about being friendzoned – like, at least once a week he was bitching and moaning to everyone in the apartment about the new woman who’d friendzoned him. Eventually the siren call of curiosity seduced me and I started looking these ladies up and they were, above all else, fucking GODDESSES, but they were also all over 5’10” and he was 5’2”. That’s not necessarily prohibitive – it limited his options, sure, but as a tall woman myself I’ve never been dissuaded from catching feelings based on height. He could have still been saved by his personality, by intensity, by passion about something, by any other thing, but he was not. Instead, he just persisted in flirting like a belligerent gopher and whining about how not a single one of the 5’10” athletic queens he was head-over-heels for would ever see him as more than a “friend.”

Because I was an undercover woman, I was severely annoyed with him, but one day I had a Jimmy Neutron-esque brain blast – this man is down BAD for anyone he needs a ladder to make eye-contact with, he has the charm and likeability of a grocery bag full of warm raccoon diarrhea, and the hobbies of a Mormon strawman. Despite all of this, there was ONE (1!) woman in our ward who actually got along with him. She was a total sweetheart, ambitious, smart, and she enjoyed hanging out with him! Unfortunately for him she was 5’8” and didn’t play volleyball competitively so he had never noticed her.

I thought I’d throw him a bone – a bone he didn’t deserve because he took my presence as a personal insult to his faith and heritage – but a bone that MIGHT get him off my back. So one day, after complaining about being friendzoned by a 6’0” member of the BYU women’s basketball team, I asked him why he had never asked out the one person who seemed to be able to tolerate his presence. His stopped, thought about it for a second, locked in to think about it for another 10 minutes, then paced around the apartment muttering about how I was a genius and how he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it. I was glad he liked my idea, and also worried because he has NO chill and NO ability to see, understand, or respect a boundary, so I reminded him that she was a person with a history of relationship trauma so he needed to calm down and take it slow. They had a weekly “friend date” of going to the temple and then getting Vietnamese takeout and I told him that the only possible approach that could work for her was to be chill, casual, cool, calm, and collected – something along the lines of “Hey, I love doing this every week, we get along well, what if we make the next one a date? Nothing different, we just call it a date and see how it feels?” and he was like “Yeah, yeah, that works, great idea!” and left to his room, probably to masturbate with more vigor than he had ever masturbated before.

Well, the fated day comes – they are going to the temple to do baptisms then grabbing Vietnamese takeout. He gives me a conspiratorial thumbs-up before leaving that made me think he had found a way to fuck it up, but I reminded myself that she had known him for years and still spent time with him on purpose so there was no way in HELL he could fuck this up because she already knew him enough to know the red flags and still hadn’t run.

Well, I settle in to study for a test, I watch some Stranger Things, and sure enough two hours later he comes in like clockwork. I turn around to ask how the ‘date’ went and he’s just like…SO deflated. Like, popped. No wind in his sails. So I immediately know he fucked it up.

“She friendzoned me,” he says

In a different world, that would be the beginning line of what would turn into a frantic and sweaty boyremoval because at this point his only chance at happiness is to give into the hand nature gave him and transition – he’s 5’2”, nerdy, awkward, autistic, skinny, one prostate exam would probably be enough to convert him to the bark side and fully become the puppy girl God made him to be, but I am, first of all, also a bottom, and second of all, fucking CONFUSED as HELL because HOW did he fumble this? Legitimately, how? Like? Ack? What? I was too confused to do my duty to the trans community, so I just asked him what he did. And he launches into the story:

“Well, we went to the temple to do baptisms but they were cleaning the baptismal font so we did sealings instead” (oh no) “and during the sealing the guy officiating them said we were a good couple and he could marry us for real if we wanted” (oh no) “and she laughed, so I thought she liked that idea” (OH NO) “so on the way to get our food I said ‘hey, we’ve been friends for a long time, and I always have a good time with you. I love the way you make me feel, I respect you, and I think I’m ready to man up and recognize my feelings for you” (OH NO!) “[Name], will you do me the immense honor of being my girlfriend?”

¡¡¡¡¡¡OH NO!!!!!!

Like, bro, first of all, that’s how you propose, not how you ask someone with abandonment trauma out on a first date. But second of all, he torpedoed that relationship and fumbled a cutey because she laughed at an old man’s joke? And he thought “Oh, she laughed at a joke, guess she wants me, no need to pace myself or slow anything down!”

I chastised him a bit for deciding to ignore her own feelings and needs, then gave him a hug and told him to go to bed. Following that interaction they continued their friendship, but it was never really the same after that, and she moved out when her lease was up.

I have so many stories about these roommates, but if I’m being real I just told y’all the main ones – still, if I can remember any other ones I’ll be all over that. Be kind to each other, be gayer, read more Terry Pratchett, and keep your face a minimum of 6 inches away from mine if you’re gonna sing the Moana soundtrack at me.

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Agreed, this post feels like a 20k notes post

just bc someones rude to you doesn't mean you have to be rude back.

two wrongs don't make a right

can't get a right out of a wrong but two strings will make you a thong

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What it feels like running across other Mormons on tumblr

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It may be the recency bias talking, but ascended demons are so much cooler than fallen angels, and fallen angels are already really cool

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Aw, but them being named is the best part

guys their names are not battat, jongler and pluey. those are the names of the games they load, not their names. you know how i know this? CAUSE THEY HAVE DIFFERENT NAMES IN THE NINTENDO SWITCH VERSION. the nintendo switch version has different games because the whole mike section utilizes the joycons being used as two mice. they're different games with different names, but the characters are the same.

sorry this has just been bothering me.

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Remember that time trump banned tiktok and it backfired so hard that he brought it back in less than 24 hours

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reblog if you're corny and insufferable

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My goal is to create a website game like these

(Powder game 2 is my personal favorite)

i think the near-extinction of people making fun, deep and/or unique interactive text-based browser games, projects and stories is catastrophic to the internet. i'm talking pre-itch.io era, nothing against it.

there are a lot of fun ones listed here and here but for the most part, they were made years ago and are now a dying breed. i get why. there's no money in it. factoring in the cost of web hosting and servers, it probably costs money. it's just sad that it's a dying art form.

anyway, here's some of my favorite browser-based interactive projects and games, if you're into that kind of thing. 90% of them are on the lists that i linked above.

A Better World - create an alternate history timeline

Alter Ego - abandonware birth-to-death life simulator game

Seedship - text-based game about colonizing a new planet

Sandboxels or ThisIsSand - free-falling sand physics games

Little Alchemy 2 - combine various elements to make new ones

Infinite Craft - kind of the same as Little Alchemy

ZenGM - simulate sports

Tamajoji - browser-based tamagotchi

IFDB - interactive fiction database (text adventure games)

Written Realms - more text adventure games with a user interface

The Cafe & Diner - mystery game

The New Campaign Trail - US presidential campaign game

Money Simulator - simulate financial decisions

Genesis - text-based adventure/fantasy game

Level 13 - text-based science fiction adventure game

Miniconomy - player driven economy game

Checkbox Olympics - games involving clicking checkboxes

BrantSteele.net - game show and Hunger Games simulators

Murder Games - fight to the death simulator by Orteil

Cookie Clicker - different but felt weird not including it. by Orteil.

if you're ever thinking about making a niche project that only a select number of individuals will be nerdy enough to enjoy, keep in mind i've been playing some of these games off and on for 20~ years (Alter Ego, for example). quite literally a lifetime of replayability.

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Saw this post

Hit like

Scrolled down

Remembered what happened to sazed

Scrolled back up

Hit reblog

Deeply upset that "Harmony's Balls" isn't a curse on Scadrial. Just imagine:

"He was lost as Harmony's Balls"

"You wanna keep acting up like that then you can go find Harmony's Balls!"

"you're as close to intelligent as Harmony is to his balls"

"That's about as useful as Harmony's Balls"

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I mean it's gotta be Wayne, right?

I remember there being a Cosmere Sexyman tournament when polls were first added to the site, but I kinda want to see who this slice of the fanbase thinks is the biggest fucking clown. Could be affectionate or derogatory.