Green witch; big city

I do so hate self promo, but for fans of journaling RPGs I do have a game out on itch! Illustrated by an incredibly talented friend of mine

You are a Minotaur, a fearsome relic of an ancient race, a lonely prisoner in a dark, unending Labyrinth. Mighty and powerless, captive and guardian, master of the firelight and slave to eternity. Heroes come and heroes go, seeking the fabled treasures hoarded in your prison by the very wizards who trapped you therein, but overcoming them is barely a moment’s diversion from the long quiet of your captivity.

Minotaur is a game of smoke and flame, of darkness and tension, of conflict and introspection. It is all of a metaphor, a lyric game, and a journaling experience, but not precisely any of them. Expect to write a few paragraphs per session following some short prompts and a couple of dice rolls as you combat the various heroes who come into your domain, gathering clues and tricks to put towards your escape as you do so. Embrace that both escape and death are final.

2d6 not included.

robot-roadtrip-rants:

amorphousgenderlesscryptid:

fyodior:

a talking point i often see when defending the consumption of dark content is that it’s a coping mechanism for those with trauma which is very valid and true but i also want to make this abundantly clear: you can like dark content for no reason. you can enjoy fucked up shit in fiction because it’s enjoyable and entertaining. trauma is not required as a ticket for entry. enjoy your dark content bc it’s fun and sexy and don’t let anyone take that away from you

sometimes the reason is this

reblog if you love to see that shit that was fucking crazy

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wizardhecker:

pnwnativeplants:

wizardhecker:

I love when you post a species on inat and seconds later someone called “salamandergirl” “solidagoman” or “troutlilly_identifier” swoops in to ID it. Like yeah, you know what youre about. I trust your ID of my Bombus bimaculatus, “bombusboy200”

I posted western tiger lily and it was correctly sent up to research grade within 10 seconds of upload by “Lilyboy”

This is EXACTLY who inspired me to make this post

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loveridden1999:

2peachy:

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beggars-opera:

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beggars-opera:

As I gaze at the structural column in Copley Station, cracked nearly in two and held together with zip ties that have been carefully painted over to match the column underneath, I feel my soul intertwined with that of a small Italian boy of days gone by, who also stopped to look up at a large, groaning, newly painted tank full of molasses

I feel that some non-Boston people think I may have been exaggerating this. While I did not snap a photo as I was on the train, someone else did several months ago. I do want to stress that this column is now freshly painted and therefore completely structurally sound and in absolutely no danger of causing the entire tunnel to collapse. And yes, it did in fact never cross my mind that the original post was nearly 105 years to the day of the Molassacre

This is so safe this is the safest I’ve ever felt good job mbta gold star

Happy Molassacre Day everybody I’m still alive

Because it’s been a while, I must share with you the important update that the column is now hidden behind plywood, because the mbta believes in peekaboo rules of engineering

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rainyydoves:

kingcriccket:

you CANNOT read too much old timey fiction because I was playing Raft with the lads this morning and without a THOUGHT said we could sail over to another island “if the wind would consent to blow” & let me tell you. This did not pass by unremarked.

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markovchaingang:

men and women are not opposites. men and women are not enemies. men and women are two parts of a broad coalition which fights against a mutual enemy: inkjet printers

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dogpuppy:

dogpuppy:

writing-biting:

“I’m in the zone,” said the adventurer, balancingly. “The zone of truth.”

swordshapedleaves:

calamitys-child:

swordshapedleaves:

calamitys-child:

People: I know that you want tattoos but you shouldn’t get them as soon as you’re eighteen!! You need to be sure that you’ll still want them when you’re grown up!!!! You might like a tattoo now but you can’t be sure you’ll still like it in your forties or fifties!!!!!!!!

Me, a person who has trouble visualising the future and literally cannot imagine themself living past about 25: okay…

Hey op did you ever get the tattoo? Do you still like it?

Fuck this is a wild one to see again, especially as someone now about 3 weeks away from officially making it past 25:

- I remember 2016 as being the worst year of my fucking life, in ways it’s gonna be hard to beat and the universe better not fuckin try

- since 2016, I’ve gotten a degree in a field that I love, been in a toxic relationship, had a toxic relationship end, been in a kind but ultimately not what we wanted relationship, had that end too, been single for a while, learned I’m trans, started hrt, gotten in a different lovely proudly queer relationship which I’m very happy in, made friends, lost friends, mourned friends, made new friends, gotten a job I liked, made manager, quit, got another job that lets me do a bit of good in the world, gotten top surgery, travelled, swam shirtless in the warm sea, written half a dozen zines and a poetry chapbook, performed poetry, accepted I’m probably never gonna make a career out of poetry alone, gone on and off and on again various mental health treatments and hopeful that this one will stick for as long as it needs to, walked probably a thousand or more cumulative miles wearing through the soles of half a dozen or more boots, laughed, cried, rested, collapsed from fatigue, crawled back out again

- if I could reach back to the kid making this post… buddy, I’m not gonna say it’ll all be alright, because that’s pat and trite and diminishes the very real struggles of growing. But we cut our hair and change our name and grow a beard and we’re not Quite out of the shitty little hometown but we’re getting there. I think you’d like the jumper I’m wearing. I saw mcr live and I know you’d kill me with jealousy for it. I took you with me, as much as I could. I still think you’ve got great taste in movies, and I’ve got some new recs for you.

- I now have 4 tattoos! None of them are the ones I thought I’d have, but that’s okay. The first one is not an art style I’d choose today but the design holds a ton of meaning for me, and always will, and I don’t regret it. The other 3 are a more cohesive art style - maybe I could have changed the placement or tweaked some details, but I don’t need to, they’re part of me now and they’re beautiful for it. I’m excited to get more and to live long enough to reflect on them like this again and again and again

- 25 felt impossibly old to you. Right now it feels both impossibly old and impossibly young. I’m glad I got to see what it brought me, even the shit parts

- I’ll put aside a slice of cake next month in your honour

I’m glad I asked. I’m glad you’ve made it this far. I hope we both make it another 10 years and it keeps being worth it.

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