Every page. *Every* page has at least one person being controlled by a demon, an artefact, an alien or an angel; all from within.

90% of your entire world is things that inhabit other things. How do you explain this?

Possession is nine tenths of the lore.

What… what do you mean… “less… dakka”…?
Absolutism is always bad.

cryptogryphon:

“WOULD ANY SANE PERSON think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? 
[ aquarion ] : I’ve cut this for length, you should read all of it.

Forget Shorter Showers: Why Personal Changes Does Not Equal Political Change (via america-wakiewakie)

Observation:

There are two camps of environmental activism. They are both very, very right about their own activism, and are both very wrong about the other side. I’m going to characterise their fundamental beliefs as follows: “From the ground draws the water” and “From the sky comes the storm”

From the ground draws the water.

People matter. Atoms make up things, people make up society. If you teach people that environmentalism matters, they will change their lightbulbs, they will get better fuel, they will choose the path of greater harmony. If enough of them want to buy electricity from companies who have eco-friendly tarrifs, companies will have to align themselves to create eco-friendly tarrifs. To create ethical banks, you need to create enough customers that will support them. The vast majority of pollution and environmental catastrophe is in the name of consumers, and we can teach them. Feed the roots, grow the tree. From the ground draws the water.

From the sky comes the storm.

The hearts and minds of the people are important, but they are not the problem here. You can’t convince corporations to do *anything* by being nice to them. We need better regulations, we need high polluting companies to be taxed into destruction, we need to kick them in the coffers where it hurts. Governments are in the pockets of the companies that get them elected, and we need to overcome that to get them to pass the laws. The vast majority of pollution and environmental catastrophe is because companies are doing it because there’s no incentive not to. We can stop them. From the sky comes the storm.

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Poetic Debate-camp 101 aside, both sides produce vast polemics of conviction, like the above, which take the position that [My side] is more important than [your side]

Basically, I want you to fuck off so quickly you confuse quantum physicists.

riningear:

what’s great about tsw is that yeah it’s a dark, serious, mature game, it has some spooky shit and it’s a legitimately well-mad game with good stories 

and at the same time 

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the devs and players 

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seem to share 

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the same sentiment 

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about how serious 

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this game is ACTUALLY

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supposed to be 

There is a cave beneath the batcave.

Bruce Wayne built it while Pennyworth was on holiday - and Alfred doesn’t go on holiday all that often - and he thinks Alfred doesn’t know about it.

The door is behind one of the old suits, one of spandex and hardened plastic, from a time when Batman didn’t need armour plating. There’s an optical retina scanner, a voice print analyser, and then a lift.

(He’s is wrong, though. Alfred knows. Alfred knows everything. Alfred wasn’t on holiday, he was taking the final exams for the psychotherapist course he’s been putting himself though for ten years now.)

Then a stark and steel corridor, then a titanium door with a handprint scanner, and some stairs.

Then a red carpet, thick and luxurious. You could lose baseballs in it. A large screen TV, with several games consoles attached. A large, comfortable sofa with a fridge of beer within easy each.

Not often, not often enough, and not often at all, but more often than before, and more and more often as time goes, Bruce will come down here.

Not I-Am-The-Night Batman, the greatest detective, fighting the monsters he hopes he didn’t create. Not Millionaire Bruce Wayne, Facade-Philanthropist, Smooth as a shining beach-pebble, subtle as a shotgun. Nor Hidden Bruce Wayne, tough exterior, distant friend, demanding mentor, mercurial lover, world-record for brooding, always in the shadow of the family he lost.

Just Bruce. Who sits in a brightly painted room, plays Super Mario, drinks a couple of beers.

And smiles. 

dorromate:

bloggish:

how the hell did we get the idea pink isn’t a cool colour

because scientifically speaking pink doesn’t even exist; it fits between violet and red on the spectrum but actually what goes there is infrared and ultraviolet and all those things we can’t see

pink is the ambassador of an otherworldly and unknowable realm it is the most badass colour out there

razzleberrie

Pink doesn’t exist in the same way beige doesn’t exist. 

Taupe.

Navy.

Just because it isn’t in a rainbow doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. 

That doesn’t invalidate your point, though, just your words. Pink used to be the colour of MEN, in the patriarchal Here-To-Kill-Your-Monstah sense. 

From Wikipedia:

In 19th century England, pink ribbons or decorations were often worn by young boys; boys were simply considered small men, and while men in England wore red uniforms, boys wore pink. […] Queen Victoria was painted in 1850 with her seventh child and third son, Prince Arthur, who wore white and pink.

In the 20th century, pinks became bolder, brighter and more assertive, in part because of the invention of chemical dyes which did not fade. […]

In Nazi Germany in the 1930s and 1940s, inmates of concentration camps who were accused of homosexuality were forced to wear a pink triangle.[13] Because of this, the pink triangle has become a symbol of the modern gay rights movement.[citation needed]

The transition to pink as a sexually differentiating color for girls occurred gradually, through the selective process of the marketplace, in the 1930s and 40s. In the 1920s, some groups had actually been describing pink as a masculine color, an equivalent of the red that was considered to be for men, but lighter for boys. But stores nonetheless found that people were increasingly choosing to buy pink for girls, and blue for boys, until this became an accepted norm in the 1940s.

In fact, a detailed history of the colour and the history of its social and political transformation are in allegorical form in the song “Pink” by Aerosmith[7a].

[7a] This is, in fact, a lie.

Tiling is hard.

Tiling is hard.

At a recommendation from a friend (David Stark, of Civ Clicker), I took a look at using Perlin noise instead of my previous method to generate maps. The above is the before and after for the same random seed (Although one’s a 500px square map, the other is 1000px square).

The previous method was named “Orbital Smarty Canon”, and worked basically like this:

  1. Pick a point on the map
  2. Drop a few hundred smarties onto the point.
  3. For each smarty column, while it was more than two higher than the columns around it, move the top smarty randomly into a column n/s/e/w of here.
  4. Add do the same for the columns we just added smarties too.
  5. Randomly move the orbital smarty cannon a random number of columns left/right and up/down.
  6. Fire.

Perlin noise creates much better maps, but I will miss the artistic name of the orbital smarty canon.

theirs:

jegusgogfuckass:

did you kno that 10 million pounds of maple syrup was stolen from quebec

10 million pounds

1/3 of the government’s reserve

like. how do you even steal 10 million pounds of maple syrup. where do you hide it. what would you even do with it

why does the canadian government have a maple syrup reserve 

[ This is an illustrated account of the 2012 Great Syrup Heist ].

It explains what the reserve is, why it exists, and how the theft happened.

It’s actually really interesting.

krabbydon:

perfectly-ultimate-great-shoofle:

krabbydon:

martianmanboobies:

New comic readers: Please understand that you can’t read all the comics in the world at once. Take it slow, pick and choose, and enjoy. Don’t rush yourself and stress yourself out to try and prove yourself as a dedicated comic book lover to a bunch of douchebags.

New webcomic readers: please uderstand that you totally can read all the webcomics in the world at once, i have like 20 tabs open, if you zoom out you could have like 4 windows on the screen, why not archive binge homestuck

(for real though, read what you want at your own pace)

read all of homestuck at once

open every page in a separate tab and flick through them real fast

So my usual method of binge-reading web-comics is to use Linky and an archive page to open a hundred tabs at once, and cycle though the archives like that. With the advent of modern technology, I can read 100 tabs while the next 100 loads in a new window. This works for nearly everything.

Homestruck is the first comic where my brain broke before the browser crashed, but it was a close run thing.

And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem. It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.