Anotheronenokoneofmine - But After My Passing, Who Will Be The Infodumper In Town?

sometimes i forget that charlie is not canonically transmasc. i see people call him "her" and im like damn dont misgender him!! but then i Remember.

merry christmas!! merry crimson!! merry crisis!! merry croissant!!

(First computer digital drawing! long way to go. made in krita with a mouse and like 5 hours of suffering. <3!)

this hurts me so much. i used to reblog these guys all the time, but, making MONEY AND STEALING OUT OF SOMETHING THAT TOOK A LOT OF PEOPLE'S LIVES AND is actually REALLY SRIOUS???? i just. can't believe there's people out there.

HOW TO DEAL WITH GAZA SCAM

BLOCK AND REPORT THEIR LYING ASS FOR SPAM AND/OR BOT 🥰

*Censoring their url because these bots don’t deserve to be given any platform

“But what if they’re legit?” They aren’t. They’re lying to you and their aim is to make you feel guilt if you don’t share their posts or donate to them. They’re literally manipulating and guilt tripping you. They’re scam bots and they use the same copy and paste script and send the same thing to hundreds of users every day. They also have many accounts so they can keep coming back like a bunch of cockroaches.

“But they said they were vetted” The damn organization that vetted them literally vetted porn bots before, and yes, the organization itself is also shady as fuck and was actually exposed for being a big part of the scam ring.

If you really want to help actual Palestinians, reporting these bots is also a way to help, because as long as there are still people who fell for them, they’re actively stealing donation money from real people in Gaza.

Ok hear me out:

how about a crossover game featuring Professor Layton x Phoenix Wright x Rhythm Thief please

Imagine how the story would take off.

Imagine Maya complaining about the lack of burgers in France only to find that French food isn’t that bad

Imagine a lawyer, a puzzle detective, and a thief with sick moves fiGHTING AND DEFEATING NAPOLEON BONAPARTE

IMAGINE LUKE AND FONDUE’S CONVERSATIONS !!

I COULD GO ON AND ON

WHAT IS THIS. WITCHCRAFT. OWWWW. SO IMPORTANT I HAD TO REBLOG IN MAIN.

Context: I posted a version of this quiz about a year ago and received many such accolades as "how the hell did you do that" and "get out of my house", but I remain convinced that it's probably at most half accurate for the majority of people. If you're split between two answers try both and report back on the better one. For science.

so silly i love them

So, can I ask whether this game has any kind of following, or people wrote it off as “eh, another Professor Layton ripoff” even though it’s more like Boktai with Mon game elements and only then the occasional puzzle and it’s such a huge nerdy loveletter to Paris and its flowerful history? Also, the wonderful wonderful voicework. And the assholish protagonist. And the Phantom of the Opera. And…

It didn’t have a decent TVTropes page until I built one, which is usually a good indicator that it needs more people to know about it.

TLDR: if you own a 3DS, you better have a very good reason for you to not have played Doctor Lautrec. Like “I only bought it to play Pokemon and I own no other games” good.

so weird to have ocs based on the same thing and yet. so different

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy