*sighs longingly* when will Revenant come to assassinate me
hey it’s okay. maybe you’ll feel better if you imagine your OCs in fucked up situations
anyone else y’all got those clicky ankles
Have you considered that you might be a reindeer?
did you just fucking know this
Me whenever Tumblr staff releases new features and they are a barbaric imitation of tiktok
reminder that the portal bundle is on sale for only $1.48 right now!!! if you haven’t already go get that sucker!
fusehound
I don’t play either, but the gap between how much I saw tumblr talking about overwatch when it came out and the gap between how much I see them talking about overwatch 2 is stark
The whole Overwatch death spiral is one of the few things that makes me wish I were still back in undergrad because I could have pulled an incredible case study out of the sheer number of axises on which they burned goodwill and alienated the playerbase.
people often accuse overwatch of fucking up by balancing around esports but as someone who knew a lot of people invested in both ends of it it’s actually much worse than that. they were in fact constantly trying to balance around casual players (making changes that exploded high level play every time and were never noticed by casual players) while cancelling everything that casual players actually cared about (events, new gamemodes, cinematics, comics), and therefore managed to succesfully cater their game to Nobody
Ya know what? Fuck It, who's gonna stop me from remaking the entirety of The Elder Scrolls V Skyrim in RPG Maker MV?
Todd???? Is Todd gonna come out here and try stopping me????
I've accidentally taken this too far and I'm one third of the way done with Helgen Keep. I've even made every single race playable and included "mods" that break the game
Are you telling me this hasn't been done already or are you really just doing this
Skyrim has not yet been ported to RPG Maker MV.
UNTIL NOW THAT IS
sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute
Years back, I was working at a specialty store, and we got this HUGE crate of plushy toys. They were all insanely cute and squishy. I knew kids would go nuts for them, as it was the first week of December, so parents and grandparents often had kids with them while shopping for furniture, lamps, cooking equipment, lights, etc.
One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.
So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.
It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.
I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.
My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.
That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.
My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.
Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.
Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.
So yes. Plushies are made for one purpose. To be hugged and loved. To be a comfort.
I think it’s hilarious that Chris Pratt was cast as “star power” because somebody thought that Charles Martinet, the man who’s been the voice behind Mario for 30 years, wasn’t going to be enough.
And as soon as the trailer drops and everyone hears Chris Pratt as Mario, everyone is talking about Martinet. He has literally gotten more publicity in one night after the trailer dropped than most of his career.
