Jimmy: Go to fWhips? I always- aw, this is really nice! Look at this field, everybody! I've never really came across this! It's like a poppy field. Aw.
(reading out Scott's in-game message) "You know what you're doing"
(replying) "excuse me, I am live". Of course you know what I'm doing, I am live. What do you mean?? I'm looking for cats! (replying again) "I'm, looking, for cats-" what an ominous message!
"I know, you're making the comment about the poppy field in broad day-"
I'm not doing it 'cause of the- you're- right, just 'cause you can't get it out of your head Scott, doesn't mean that I- what do you think- I, I genuinely, didn't think that. Genuinely. I just looked at the field and I said, "I haven't seen this many poppies like this in a field before. This is- this is incre- I've never seen-" I didn't mean to do that. Scott, you just can't get me out of your head, can you?
"So many of your comments said flower husbands the second you said it"
Right, and that's their fault, okay? Not mine, it's theirs.
after learning about DJ and Ty this morning, I immediately started listening to the podcast so here are a few transcriptions of DJ talking about Ty to his cohost:
Episode 2:
I do pride myself on being able to hear somebody out. I think you know who your tribe are and who your people are when you can hear them and it doesn’t feel threatening to you when they ask you things. That’s how people who I’m closest to know how to communicate to me. “I notice you do x, y, and z, in a completely neutral way, like, can you explain that to me?” And one of the things you didn’t do, but Ty did for me, Ty Olsson, did for me, is he sort of would be like, “It’s interesting that you will like, we’ll go out together and then you’ll go and be a social butterfly and then you’ll come up to me and be, ‘Don’t leave me. It’s basically you saying you don’t trust me and you’re making me prove that I’m your friend and love you and you absolve yourself of the responsibility of doing anything back or even starting the conversation.’”
Episode 3:
“I’m not a regular sender of [dick pics]... but years ago, well, not years ago, I think it was last year, I was at a party, it was my dad’s birthday that day, it was a pool party, and my friend was like, “Send him a dick pic.” And I was pretty lit up, and I was like, “I’m not sending my dad a dick pic! I’ll send Ty one, though. So I pulled out my phone and went into the bathroom and took a dick pic and sent it to Ty and said this. and I didn’t take the picture of front of people, but I sent it and said this: This was the last dick pic I took before I left Vancouver. I miss being in Vancouver so this photo is very sentimental to me and I want to share it with you.
So I sent it with that and forgot about it and then he sent me back, “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” And I’m like, Ty, do you think I have a sentimental dick pic?
(also she says "Fuck you!" Not "Fuck no!" RIP the dropout corrections discord channel - they made it a support form now with makes it a lot harder to submit corrections lowering accessibility. Yay!)
GOD How about I ask you some questions instead, hm?
CROWLEY & AZIRAPHALE …
GOD Okay. So Aziraphale, what brings you here?
AZIRAPHALE I, um, fell asleep I think.
GOD Hehe okay. Why?
AZIRAPHALE Actually, I think I’ve been dragged here by Crowley. As I said earlier, my sudden naps have to stop. But it seems like I have no control over them. I’m being pulled deep into slumber, straight from the misery too vast to handle. It is impossible to do this alone.
GOD Then why did you go alone?
AZIRAPHALE I didn’t have a choice, did I.
CROWLEY Ha! That’s rich! As far as I remember you abandoned me for heaven.
AZIRAPHALE Abandon you? I would never do that. Crowley I… begged you to come with me…
CROWLEY Yeah to Heaven and as an angel, huh? Properly fixed, your “second in command.” I would’ve gone with you anywhere but. There’s no “me” in this scenario.
Hello and welcome back! I'm so sorry for such a long break. Besides my life getting in the way, I actually had to re-write/re-draw this page a couple times. I realised the story needs some things to happen before this dream ends. But on the bright side, I have a couple more pages almost ready. I hope you'll like them hehe 🐞🐜🐛
⚔️ 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Wond of Fireballs Wand, rare (requires attunement by a spellcaster) ___ This wand functions as a “wand of fireballs.” However, during the wand’s creation, the spell’s transcription was riddled with arcane mistakes. As a result, casting “fireball” from the wand can lead to unpredictable outcomes. Whenever you cast the “fireball” spell from the wand, roll a d20 and use the table below to determine the spell’s effect. Regardless of the outcome, the spell’s effect is centered on the point you target with the wand and uses a save DC of 15. If the wand casts a different spell, any extra charges spent as part of using the wand increase the spell slot level of the new spell as well. | d20 | Effect | — | 1–4 | 𝙒𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡. You cast the “flaming sphere” spell. This version of the spell creates a tightly-wound sphere of ragged, spinning wire. On a hit, the sphere deals piercing damage instead of fire damage. When cast in this way, the spell doesn’t immediately require your concentration; if you don’t choose to begin concentrating on the spell at the end of the turn you cast it, the spell ends early. | | 5–8 | 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡. You summon a Large bull in the nearest unoccupied space to the targeted point. Use the giant boar’s statistics for the bull, except that the bull is made of pure fire and is an elemental instead of a beast. The bull takes its turn on initiative count 20, and it always attacks the creature closest to it on each of its turns. On a hit, the bull deals fire damage, instead of its normal type. A creature that touches the bull or hits it with a melee attack while within 5 feet of it takes 5 (1d10) fire damage. The bull remains for 1 minute or until it’s reduced to 0 hit points. You summon two bulls at the location when you cast the spell with 4 or 5 charges, or three bulls when you cast it with 6 or 7. The additional bulls appear in the nearest unoccupied spaces to the first bull. | | 9–12 | 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡. You cast the “ice storm” spell instead. This version of the spell creates falling, flaming rocks instead of hail, and deals fire damage instead of cold damage. | ...Continued in the comment below! ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!
Bonus clip of Michael on the WTAWTAW podcast talking about his experiences with gender expression as a teenager in Port Talbot and mentioning his crush on John Taylor again. Transcript of notable highlights below:
Michael: "So when I was 12, 13--early '80s, the time that Allie is talking about--and I saw girls with lip gloss and wearing rah-rah skirts and leg warmers and stuff, [whispers] and I was a little bit jealous. Course, never said that, never said that. In Port Talbot if I'd mentioned that, my life would've been hell. But I do remember being quite...attracted by the trappings. A lot of trappings for girls. We didn't have stuff like that for boys. There were rituals for girls, doing your makeup, doing your hair."
Michael: "I mean, my first crush--I said this on a thing I did called The Assembly recently--my first crush was a man called--ah, John Taylor from Duran Duran. Ohh, he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The way I processed it was, like, I'm gonna try and look like John Taylor, try and make my hair like John Taylor."
Michael: "And they always used to have a bit of lip gloss going on, didn't they? Those New Romantics. But like I say, I couldn't really try that out in Port Talbot."
This goes directly back to things I have written about on my blog previously, about Michael having these feelings and not being able to express them because of where he grew up and the hateful climate that Section 28 fostered. This is why it is so difficult for someone of Michael's generation to label themselves, because none of that is lightly shaken off.
Even hearing the way Michael talks about it in the podcast, you can tell that this is not a joke, but a longing for something that he still remembers so vividly, because it meant so much to him at the time, and still does. Also, Michael has now mentioned his crush on John Taylor twice in the span of two months after not saying anything about it for years, and if that doesn't tell you where his heart and mind are right now, I'm not sure what does. Neither he nor David need a formal announcement to make it clear who they are, because they've already been telling us...
First image: On the top left corner there is a greyscale portrait of a man in his 20s with short messy dark hair and a few feathers, multiple moles and marks on his face with pierced ears. His eyes are a striking orange colour against the black and white. He is smiling gently at the camera.there are notes next to him reading:
-Hair texture inconsistent,stray hairs might turn into feathers
-Lots of moles/freckles/acne scars
-unusual eyebrow shape that resembles owls' ear tuffs. The fringe is darker than the rest of the hair for the same reason.
-pierced ears
-third eyelid
-subtle expressions/ quiet demeanor
Below that there is a stylised drawing of a Eurasian Eagle owl and two separate drawings of Ryan's eye, one has the iris a light brown color and the other an orange color. The notes say:
Below that there is another drawing of a Eurasian eagle owl with a real life reference picture next to it and two simple sketches of ryan illustrating the text below.
-remember! Owls cannot roll their eyes so Ryan instinctively turns his head around to inspect.
Second image: two comic panels. First panel shows a woman with long hair poking ryan in the back, saying "yo", and the second panel shows him turning his neck 180 degrees like an owl replying "no touching". The girl screams "CHRIST ALMIGHTY DONT DO THAT AGAI-"
Third image: two drawings of ryan giving the side eye, showcasing how big his irises are with the sclera only showing when he looks sideways. Below that there is the same action but it's two sketches of a dog also giving the side eye illustrating how similar they are.
Infuriating that our attempts to understand if any Japonic languages survived on the Korean Peninsula into the historical period depend on your reconstruction of (the Korean pronunciation of) Middle Chinese. Gotta go back in time and teach these Hanja-obsessed chroniclers a proper phonetic alphabet.
the pettiest problem i had with bg3 was the evil NPCs who have very repetitive, loud dialogue in places where you go a lot or will linger. like the people talking outside the brothel that you hear from pretty much the whole time you're inside the building, or during the figaro clothing store incident, there was a lady outside saying "you cant even BROWSE while he's with a client! no way to run a business!" on loop the whole time. did that drive anyone else insane or is it just me
Hey do you ever think about Soulfire. Sobs sniffles
[transcript:
Someone's gotta carry the team. I can't always be scrappin'.
(Cut off laugh)
No, Tina carried Team Soulfire. Tina fucking carried. I'll die on this hill. Tina carried. If it wasn't for Team- Tina, Soulfire would've won like- maybe half of the days they did. Tina carried. Actual Tina sweep. Tina should've been team leader.
Still like it that you all call me Coach still, that's funny.
Atlas: When Dawn asked me if I’d give a speech tonight, I told her, “Absolutely not”. I don’t do speeches, nor will I make all of you suffer while I awkwardly attempt one. So, instead, I’m going to stop talking, and I’m going to sing while Phoenix and Dawn have their first dance as husband and wife.
I’ve been lost in a love song, a memory so pure.
Beautiful as a siren tethered to the shore.
I’ve seen the lights of the city shine their shadows onto my ceiling.
I walked upon an abandoned island and felt like the first to have seen it.
But all that I could beg or steal pales compared to the feeling.
Of believing love is real
I’ve been lost in a love song I’ve known since I was young.
I can’t remember the verses and the chorus is too long.
I felt the touch of sun upon my fingers when they were frozen.
I’ve slept beside a river where it emptied into the ocean.
But all that I could beg or steal pales compared to the notion
That love has chosen me.