#You guys rule and are awesome :)

[radiohead-spiderman]

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST

I apologize that I said I’d post this like 12 hours ago, I got incredibly side tracked, anyhow, HERMIONE :3

Hermione Granger means the world to me

[velvetjune]

judging people who played alan wake 2 solely on if they loved the musical sequence or not

[bmpmp3]

HAPPY 45th birthday to garf and 25th birthday to me!! this year's garfdown was pretty simple and a little abstract but here's to another 45 years of this pose LOL

[doodlebloo]

BEGGING MY MORNING CREW/FITPAC MUTUALS TO WATCH THIS ITS SOOO GOOD

[ghostinthegallery]

I kind of want to talk about my experiences with Warhammer stores. Visiting them is a popular recommendation for how to get into the game, so I want to toss in my two cents particularly as a woman in the hobby (spoilers, story starts out as a bummer but has a happy ending).

The first time I went to a store it was because my partner (who's a man) had been trying to get me into 40K, and we were driving past a store. He decided to take us in. I was skeptical but curious. Liked the look of Ad Mech, thought Tau might be neat. There was an event going on at the store that day (Kill Team tournament I think?) The employee proceeds to greet my partner, chat about what he's looking for, armies he's played in the past. And I'm standing there just being totally ignored by this guy. It seriously felt like he had mentally categorized me as "disinterested girlfriend" and moved on. I'm sure the employee was busy and distracted and the service industry sucks. However, that dismissal did not feel great. I've spent a decent chunk of my life in male-dominated spaces and I am too old to put up with this shit. It put me off the whole game and hobby for years.

Fast forward a few years, I become addicted to necrons, and I genuinely want to get my own army. We ordered pretty much everything, but there were still some models I wanted, so I decided "okay, let me try this store thing again."

I was visiting my parents and they had a Warhammer store nearby (plus some independent stores, but the Warhammer one was closer). So I popped in with my mom while we were out, and the guy at the store was SO NICE! We chatted, he showed me the tyranids he was painting, gave me painting tips for my crons. He recommended some books that were excellent, and even checked if my mom was interested in anything! It was fantastic.

And there was my visit to the Warhammer Café in LA. Partner and I went as a special outing while visiting LA and the store was incredible. The employees were so excited! And talked to both of us about what we were looking for! There was one person running a tutorial game for some folks and hyping up every single dice roll. There were dudes playing games in the back, kids and families, and some stunning miniatures on display. We spent way too much money and I have no regrets XD

I guess the moral of my story is that bad experiences can happen and that sucks, especially if you aren't the "stereotypical" wargamer type person. That's important to acknowledge, and I don't blame anyone who gets turned off the hobby because of that. But at least for me, that negative experience turned out to be the exception. Others have been so kind and welcoming and excited about this weird little game and the weird little toys we love.

So if you do have a bad experience, I see you. It's not you, it's them. And I promise someone else will be better.

[yellow-computer-mouse]

Geno didn't know Nightmare very well at all, yet the dark skeleton apparently considered him one of his closest allies. He assumed that's how this happened; Nightmare, having grown tired of keeping it hidden, or perhaps finally admitting weakness, notified those he held dear of a habit of his. Furthermore, he entrusted Geno of all people to assist him with this habit. Geno supposed that was his way of opening up. He certainly didn't mind; who would with a job like this?

Geno sat on the floor of a fairly large room, tucked away in a hallway near the castle library, and watched Nightmare toddle around. He quite enjoyed this task- after all, all he had to do was supervise. He chuckled as Nightmare stood next to a shelf, standing on his tippy-toes to try and reach something placed just out of his reach.

"Need some help?" he called, trying to get the little's attention. Nightmare glanced over at him and huffed, continuing to try and obtain the toy.

"Me do it!" he whined, stomping his foot. He stared at the shelf for a little while before stepping back and taking a running leap. He was only able to hang on for a moment before he lost his grip on the flat, wide shelves and came crashing to the ground. He landed on his back with a thud and promptly began to cry.

"Oh, shoot-"

Geno leaped up from the ground, dashing over to kneel beside Nightmare. He pulled the goopy skeleton into a hug, holding him close to his chest as he rocked back and forth.

"Shh... shh, hey, it's okay... was that scary?" Geno murmured, pressing his chin against the crown of Nightmare's skull. The little whimpered, not offering any response other than cries as big fat tears rolled down his cheeks. Geno softly wiped away the teardrops pooling in his socket, holding him close. Nightmare hiccuped, choking out a response.

"It hurt- it hurt!!" he cried, anything else he tried to say devolving into sobs. Geno held him close, shushing him gently.

"Yeah? I bet it did, buddy. That's why I tell you not to climb the shelves." He sighed, rubbing Nightmare's back. The little guy seemed fine, if a bit shaken up. "Do you want a snack?"

Nightmare nodded frantically, his wails quieting immediately. Geno rolled his eyes playfully, holding the little against his chest as he walked out of the room. He walked down to the kitchen, setting Nightmare down at the table as he prepared a bottle of milk and some strawberries. As he brought the food over to Nightmare, he paused, noticing the other's tired, drooping frame. He didn't get a word in before Nightmare spoke.

"'m not tired," he mumbled defensively. Geno laughed, sitting beside him and rubbing the back of his head.

"Whatever you say, buddy. Here, I got you some milk, and some yummy berries-" Nightmare, predictably, did not care about the berries. Geno sighed fondly, picking the plate up and returning it to the fridge as he hefted Nightmare into his arms, beginning the trek back upstairs.

"Nooo! No nap!" he whined, kicking and wriggling about in Geno's arms.

"Shh.. hey, bud, chillax. You're not going down for a nap. You're gonna get some playtime with your plushies, okay?" Nightmare eyed the white-clad skeleton suspiciously.

"Mmmm... but no nap."

"I'm not gonna make you take a nap," he stated. Nightmare finally seemed pleased with that answer, letting Geno carry him back to his playroom and lay him out on his foam playmat.

"I know.. how about you play camping with your plushies?" Nightmare's eye lit up, and he darted across the room to collect his favorite blanket. Geno smiled, trying not to seem too proud of himself. If he gave even the slightest hint that Nightmare was doing what he was supposed to, everything would come undone.

He watched quietly as Nightmare burritoed himself into his blanket, clutching his plushie to his chest as he calmly drank his milk. He heaved a big yawn, stretching and curling up tighter. It wasn't long before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Geno grinned, quietly climbing over the baby gate and exiting the room. He figured he'd know when Nightmare woke up.

He would not.

Three hours later, Geno was roaming the castlee, aimlessly calling out Nightmare's name to no avail. He knew he should have stayed and watched while he napped, but he was fast asleep! There was no point!

"Nightmare? Niiiiightmaaaaaare!" He paused as he heard a soft squeak, denoting that A: Nightmare was on a floor above him, and B: Nightmare was doing something he wasn't supposed to.

Geno muttered a soft curse under his breath, hastily locating the nearest flight of stairs and heading up into the attic. He glanced around, eventually laying eyes on a large mess- paint on the wall, paint on the floor, and a small goopy ball huddled in the corner.

"Hey... hey, Nightmare." He surveyed the floor. It was a sloppy, childish painting of a turtle. "I take it that's Minky?"

The ball in the corner hesitated a moment before nodding. Geno stared at it a while longer, trying to discern what shirt Nightmare was wearing.

"Oh, hey. Good job changing into your paint clothes," he said, sitting on an oddly heavy box. Nightmare froze before slowly lifting his head up, staring at Geno with a confused expression. The caretaker smiled, patting the spot beside him. "C'mere. Can you tell me about Minky?"

Nightmare crawled out towards him, sitting beside him and fidgeting with his fingers. His hands and arms were completely covered in paint.

"Um... she's a box turtle." He glanced over at Geno before continuing, pointing to a blob of paint on the floor. "That- that's just her tail."

"Yeah? That's her tail?"

"Umm, yeah." He looked at Geno for a moment. "Do I just need a bath?" He made grabby hands at the other.

Geno sighed, standing up and lifting Nightmare into his arms. "Yeah. C'mon, buddy." He wanted to make a million comments about how exhausting Nightmare was to deal with, how irritating it was when he would run off... but he decided to focus on the positives. Nightmare had changed into his paint clothes. He wasn't causing any real harm. Most importantly, he trusted Geno not to hurt him.

Geno decided he could live with that.

[knbexchange]

Out of curiosity, how many people are participating?

We have 33 participants! :D

[nomaishuttle]

a couple of the nurses are friendly and will say gm and even remember my name major shoutout to them . but most kf the nurses literally will not look at housekeepers in the hallway and will get annoyed when we are just doinh our jobs like. Do you want us to just let the residents rooms get dirty. can you fuck off

[guns-n-robins]

Jason Todd sat in a dark room at 4am bingeing Atomic Shrimp's "Wham! Bam! That's a scam!" video series to educate himself so the advance-fee e-mail scammers don't get him again.

he barely knows how to work this stupid fucking phone, it's a miracle he even made it to the right side of YT.

there are silent, furious tears in his eyes. wasn't dying enough? he mutters under his breath. the world wide web is so unfair and he's so mad

he taps another video. an unskippable 20 second ad plays, and he weeps

(subscribe to Atomic Shrimp, he's funny as hell and his content is very informative)

[vaugarde]

Playing through Explorers of the Spirit and catching up to where I was... and I'm sorry I mean no disrespect, but it really comes across like the modder never got over their beef with chatot from 10 years ago and is using the opportunity in the game to vent about how much he sucks and why the guild is bad actually

[puppyeared]

can i ask where u got ur binder from!!

I got it from Come As You Are in Kensington Market!!! I got a recc from my cousin when we were walking around, I tried it again this morning to get used to it and it’s really good :o) they even give out free information tablets if u go in store, they have ones for binding if it’s your first time, so I highly recommend!!!

[aliensmoothie]

guy who uses emoji pronouns but specifically custom emotes from a discord server

[playstation-lichenthrope]

Fun fact! Elden Ring Gordon was inspired by The Gibbon Pose and that one post of "Wow these soldiers keep coming at me with my comically large mallet" + this one ginat hammer weapon Wayne got in the game that was bright red and I was like "Oh hey that reminds me of the funny crowbar lmao". So yeah all of that mixed with sleep deprivation got me that </3

[klonoadoortophantomile]

google search how to get everyone i know to play klonoa door to phantomile

[strwbrymlkshake]

im the sleepiest guy in the world rn gn yangang I will talk to you tomorrow <3

[hecksupremechips]

Starfire teen titans my best friend Starfire id burn alive for you