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Do they have nothing else to do with their lives?
Do they have nothing else to do with their lives?
November 17, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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Do they have nothing else to do with their lives?
Do they have nothing else to do with their lives?
His class will be something like Wizard, Bard, or Barbarian.
The show is Nightwish.
The show is Nightwish.
November 17, 2025 at 6:01 PM
His class will be something like Wizard, Bard, or Barbarian.
The show is Nightwish.
The show is Nightwish.
No and, worse, I don't think they can conceive of actually wanting to hold someone accountable if it's someone one supported. I think the lockstep with Trump (and, more broadly, White Christo-Fascist Nationalism) prevents them from considering anything along the lines of justice.
November 15, 2025 at 10:52 PM
No and, worse, I don't think they can conceive of actually wanting to hold someone accountable if it's someone one supported. I think the lockstep with Trump (and, more broadly, White Christo-Fascist Nationalism) prevents them from considering anything along the lines of justice.
Given all folks have been through, I sometimes wonder if the Lovecraftian being would still have their intended effect.
November 15, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Given all folks have been through, I sometimes wonder if the Lovecraftian being would still have their intended effect.
Half a dozen one way, six the other.
November 15, 2025 at 2:52 AM
Half a dozen one way, six the other.
Ignore the haters. There's nothing wrong with comfy-cozy games.
November 13, 2025 at 4:42 AM
Ignore the haters. There's nothing wrong with comfy-cozy games.
I don't think it can enter their brains. The idea of not being protectively loyal regardless isn't something their brains seem to be able to handle.
November 12, 2025 at 10:42 PM
I don't think it can enter their brains. The idea of not being protectively loyal regardless isn't something their brains seem to be able to handle.
“Have they no refuge or resource?” cried Scrooge.
“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”
“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
“Have they no refuge or resource?” cried Scrooge.
“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”
“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”
but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And abide the end!”
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And abide the end!”
“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree,
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree,
Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.
“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.
“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.
“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.
“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.
No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.
Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing.
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing.
“Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!” exclaimed the Ghost.
They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility.
They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility.
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
“Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!” exclaimed the Ghost.
They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility.
They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility.
“It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,” was the Spirit’s sorrowful reply. “Look here.”
From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.
From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
“It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,” was the Spirit’s sorrowful reply. “Look here.”
From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.
From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.
It's even worse in the book. SO. MUCH. WORSE.
“Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?”
“Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?”
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 PM
It's even worse in the book. SO. MUCH. WORSE.
“Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?”
“Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?”
The main issue is: what proof, exactly, can be given?
November 11, 2025 at 11:54 PM
The main issue is: what proof, exactly, can be given?
I'll see your Ivan Ooze and raise you:
a close up of a man 's face with a x on his collar
Alt: David Bowie as Goblin King Jareth playing with an orb.
media.tenor.com
November 11, 2025 at 12:16 AM
I'll see your Ivan Ooze and raise you: