Rose Thorne

Damn, either this is truly personal, or Ruthy is one cool ol’ gal to be browsing Lemmy.

I kinda wanna sit in her knitting circle.

I feel like Ed is the kind of guy who would end up lucking into a decent job where is nigh philosophical idiocy somehow allows him to skirt by. No one understands what the hell he means, but it motivated them, make him management.

Still Pokemon Red. I’m beginning to regret my choices. The choice to include Blue-exclusives, and trade evolutions, because PKHex makes it so easy to do. The choice to try to keep a selection of various typings caught up in level, so I’d have some decent coverage versus brute forcing.

Having the trio of starters. I think I’ve grown to hate Bulbasaur, at this point. Every time I go to drop him into my party, all I can remember is “Not very effective”, over and over again. Well into the 20s, still taking 2-3 Vine Whips to take out a level 6 Kakuna.

Are we sure he’s a bottom?

Sure, the Bros got inside him, but he did the voring.

Not just good enough, they fit their niche almost perfectly.

Die often? Large passals that reach maturity relatively quickly. Have to risk ingesting potent toxins? Remember what almost killed you just long enough to get away from wherever it was(roughly 2 weeks). Not built for fighting? Fake your death so convincingly, vultures don’t want to be near you. Nutrition might be scarce? Gather your feces, it will see you through.

Hell, even the fact that the Virginia Opossum can’t adapt well to extreme heat or cold is a benefit to them, the resources they’re driven to(such as actively running water, dense undergrowth for cover and foraging, and trees that can support their weight) can be scarce.

Beach dates with Miller.

The Spa Incident.

“You’re pretty good”.

Outer Heaven be gay as hell.

Yeah, that’d be fair, and it’s how I normally treat using the shaft of a pole weapon as staff.

Unless it’s a Monk. Damn them, and their versatility!

I’d allow it, at my table.

Using the flat of your blade is a valid tactic for blunting blows, be it against undead or to incapacitate a target.

But I’d also give you a slight disadvantage, as you’re now going to be fighting your blade becoming a fan.

We’re restarting MKUltra?

Sign me the fuck up, gimme the blotter with the CIA seal.

They’re Undead.

Blunt, not edged. They resist edged weapons.

Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?

Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.

What fucks with me these days are the less gory ones.

Like watching a woman’s hand get caught under a rivet press because she thought she would be quick enough. Safeties failed, no one could hit the kill switch in time. She’s lucky she has use of that hand left, at this point.

Maybe it’s a Swordbreaker axe, turn the triangle on its head.

Mans been holding onto it since back in the Prologue, probably has some Durability left.

I have a love/hate relationship with the safety crew.

They’re why I have to waste time each year rewatching the exact same shit, but equally, I have seen too many incidents of someone ignoring the protocol and getting severely hurt.

That explains why “Cry of the Black Birds” was on the official soundtrack.

That’s when you turn it into a running gag, and see if anyone notices before they’re clearing out whole camps simply named “Phil”.

I cannot overstate just how absolutely freeing a nice skirt or dress feels. You’re cooler, and you get to do the spinnys, so you’re cooler.

Fuck fashion, cargo shorts and pants are the utility clothing. They look decent, plenty of pockets, comfy as fuck. You can be prepared for a multitude of events at any given moment.

Rock what you wanna rock! If it’s comfy, and you like yourself in it, it’s a good pick.

Funnily, an ultra cute pair of capri-style leggings(I was not paying attention, just saw my size with a pattern that weren’t aimed at kids) were one of my gateways. I’ve just slowly worked my way up to showing more leg, and reminded myself that all that matters is if I think I look cute in it.

I, sadly, kinda feel this. As someone who has spent most of their waking life in some form of jeans or long pyjama pants and has now started making some major wardrobe changes, I did not know how to handle showing my legs.

I understood the phrase “chicken legs”. Though that might have been dysphoria fueled.