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maturing in my masculinity has led me to realize that my little pony: friendship is magic was absolute fire and i will die on this hill

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So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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just heard the phrase "goodnight, drill slaygeant." i have lost all desire to live

My head honestly feels like it's going to explode, so if you never hear from me again, I'm probably dead.

Anyway, can we all agree that Eula's is a S-Tier waifu? She's just- *AAAAAAAAAAA* so cute

No one can look me in the eyes and tell me that she's not at least in the top 3 without blatantly lying. JUST LOOK AT HER!!!

Consider the following thought experiment. There is a life form that is incapable of suffering or pleasure or any form of thought or consciousness. You know this for certain. In fact, you know absolutely everything there is to know about it. It exists in an isolated system, i.e. its existence or lack thereof has no effect on anything else, it's not tied to any external ecosystem, etc. You could say the only exception to this is you the observer, but the only interaction you can have (besides knowing everything about it) is you can decide at any moment that it instantly stops existing (kill it, if you want to put it that way). Killing it does not cause any suffering of any form, not even to "you" (or whoever is making this decision). Does this life form have intrinsic value?

I guess this can be considered a proxy for asking the moral valence of killing in itself.

So. I'm almost done with The Wingfeather Saga.

I'm reading the 88 chapter ("Sailing Home") from The Warden And The Wolf King and I feel inexplicably uneasy. Please God, I just want Janner, Kalmar and Leeli to have a happy ending and live together with their friends and family on Anniera 😭😭😭😭 no more worries, no more trauma for them. I just want them to get to be kids once again and play on the castle grounds.

Please, can anyone encourage me to keep reading? I'M SO TENSE AND I DON'T KNOW WHY.

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

I swear this post deserves to be considered a piece of national history or something

first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line

Reading fantasy again, I've started thinking about how odd it is how in books like that, the non-human races invariably scoff at human frailty and vulnerability, even those that they'll call friends. Like that's mean?? Why would you be a dick to your friend who you know is not capable of as much as you are, and it's not their fault they were born like that. That's mean.

Like consider the opposite: Characters of non-human races treating their human companions like frail little old dogs. Worrying about small wounds being fatal - humans die of small injuries all the time - or being surprised that humans can actually eat salt, even if they can't stomach other spicy rocks. Being amazed that a human friend they haven't seen in 10 years still looks so young, they've hardly aged at all! And when the human tries to explain that they weren't going to just unexpectedly shrivel into a raisin in 10 years, the longer-lifespan friend dismisses this like no, he's seen it happen, you don't see a human for 10 or 20 years and they've shriveled in a blink.

Elves arguing with each other like "you can't take her out there, she will die!" and when the human gets there to ask what they're talking about, they explain to her that the journey will take them through a passage where it's going to be sunny out there. Humans burn in the sun. And she will have to clarify that no, actually, she'll be fine. They fight her about it, until she manages to convince them that it's not like vampires - humans only burn a little bit in the sun, not all the way through. She'll be fine if she just wears a hat.

Meanwhile dwarves are reluctant to allow humans in their mines and cities, not just out of being secretive, but because they know that you cannot bring humans underground, they will go insane if they go too long without seeing the sun. Nobody is entirely sure how long that is, but the general consensus is three days. One time a human tries to explain their dwarf companion that this is not true, there are humans that endure much longer darkness than that. As a matter of fact, in the furthest habited corners of the lands of the Northmen, the winter sun barely rises at all. Humans can survive three weeks of darkness, and not just once, but every single year.

"Then how do they sane?" Asks the dwarf, and just as he does, the conversation gets interrupted by the northland human, who had been eavesdropping, and turns to look at them with an unnerving glint in her colourless grey eyes, grinning while saying

"That's the neat part, we don't."