so i lent my cousin bloodborne, he speaks a little english but he has some trouble reading it, i figured he’d be fine since he plays RPGs and all you really need to understand is numbers going up
so i asked him how its going, and he’s telling me hes stuck on father gascione, and cleric beast gave him hours of trouble. i was like “oh damn at least you beat it tho, gascione is really a test of how good you are at the gun parrys” -“…gun parries?” – yeah! omg, if you shoot something right before it attacks you’ll like stun it for a big hit, im sorry i shouldve told you -“guns?? you get guns in this game?” – yeah..you get the gun along with your main weapon – “????”
so my cousin beat the cleric beast and everything between that and gascione with his bare fucking fists and he’s been under the impression that the game is just really hardcore
this is my second or third favorite von stuck painting. guide: this is a depiction of the Erinyes (Furies) waiting down a dark, flooded alleyway to ambush a man who has just finished stabbing another man to death. they are going to haunt his whole shit
[S] Rex Duodecim Angelus – Battle of the Black King
The trolls battle to the death with their 12x prototyped Black King in living color with honest-to-god-animation. This is it, the final fight; where shit gets real and nothing, not even breeding the universe frog, takes priority over kicking the ass of the entire dersite army and it’s behemoth of a leader.
39 months ago, the idea to animate this battle was born in the MSPA forums and against all odds, it steadily grew into the unadulterated masterpiece you see before you.
This was a volunteer project with revolving door of artists and animators, who planned, storyboarded, created assets or short animations, organized and backgrounded. There was not a whole lot of stability during my time with the project. So I want to give a big shout out to our lead animator Takfloyd, who almost singlehandedly kept things moving forward for the last year and a half after the original crew faded away from the project; and the fantastic Elanor Pam, who likely created more art for this video than anyone else. Their relentless contributions kept us all motivated. (Also giving a little shoutout to BlackHolePA who was just so damned helpful all the time)
Homestucks, today is a good day to be proud of your fandom.
Artists: too many to list, see credits Music:Rex Duodecim Angelus by Malcolm Brown
40 to 60 people contributed to this project over the last three years, check the wiki for a more complete idea of who did what.
I’ve been thinking a lot about compassion in Judaism, and being kind. In that light, I would like everyone to know that my current favorite Jewish supernatural headcanon is that, instead of driving vampires away with crosses or stakes through the heart, we say the Mourner’s Kaddish for them. I mean, that’s just so adorable. You see this threatening undead creature, and instead of yelling murder, you feel bad for them, and you mourn for them. Imagine being a vampire at the receiving end of that, having been chased away for years and years and told you’re a monster when you come across someone who sees you and your existence and accepts that you’re in a pretty bad place and offers help in the best way they can. I’m actually tearing up about this a little. If someone adds to this post I’ll love them forever.
It doesn’t work for zombies.
This is one of the hardest things she learns, in the business. Saying the Mourner’s Kaddish will slow a vampire, to stare at you with wide shocked eyes (and once, memorably, to weep blood-tinged tears), unable or unwilling to lift a hand against you. It will calm a dybbuk, enough to make it stop whatever destruction it’s begun, and almost always enough to start a conversation about why it clings so desperately to the world of the living, what it’s left undone, how it can be freed to move on. You have died, the Kaddish says, and we mourn you as we would mourn our own dead, because someone must.
But there is no soul and no mind left in a zombie, no vestige of the self it once was, nothing left for the Kaddish to speak to.
She says it anyway, with every head-shot, with every flung grenade.
Not because she still hopes one might hear her, but because they are dead, and the dead should be mourned.
‘The Lost Generation’ is a sad poem about
society that ends with “all this will come
true unless we choose to reverse it.” If
you read it backwards, each line has an
opposite meaning, and it becomes happy. Source
The Lost Generation
I am part of a lost generation. And I refuse to believe that I can change the world. I realize this may be a shock, but “Happiness comes from within” Is a lie, and “Money will make me happy” So in thirty years, I will tell my children They are not the most important thing in my life. My employer will know that I have my priorities straight because Work Is more important than Family I tell you this: Once upon a time Families stayed together But this will not be true in my era. This is a quick fix society Experts tell me Thirty years from now, I will be celebrating the tenth anniversary of my divorce. I do not concede that I will live in a country of my own making. In the future, Environmental destruction will be the norm. No longer can it be said that My peers and I care about this Earth. It will be evident that My generation is apathetic and lethargic. It is foolish to presume that There is hope. And all of this will come true unless we choose reverse it.
Backwards:
There is hope. It is foolish to presume that My generation is apathetic and lethargic. It will be evident that My peers and I care about this Earth. No longer can it be said that Environmental destruction will be the norm. In the future, I will live in a country of my own making. I do not concede that Thirty years from now, I will be celebrating the tenth anniversary of my divorce. Experts tell me This is a quick fix society But this will not be true in my era. Families stayed together Once upon a time I’ll tell you this: Family Is more important than Work I have my priorities straight because My employer will know that They are not the most important thing in my life. So in thirty years, I will tell my children “Money will make me happy” Is a lie, and “True Happiness comes from within” I realize this may be a shock, but I can change the world. And I refuse to believe that I am part of a lost generation.
just moving along like everyone else 