[You know that time you spend thinking I’m too cool to be your friend? I spend that time thinking you’re too cool to be my friend. Let’s… be friends?]
Sketchy bits inspired by evening hangouts. Weirdly, secretly, consistently true facts.
Bringing this back, because HEY say this to somebody! It works out pretty great!
I think it’s awesome that I know these people who say this and many other excellent things.
This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this.
I want to cry
it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form (◡‿◡✿)
THAT LAST COMMENT. BAM.
That is only part of your meatsack. That is not you, because there is LOTS MISSING.
The nervous system is amazing and without it your personal sentience doesn’t exist - but your CNS is far from all of you.
Yeah but tentacles though.
I don’t see suckers on pads at the ends. did they forget a zoomed inset?
Telling your son not to “be such a girl” lets his sister who overhears the conversation know that being a girl is not a good thing and she should be sorry and ashamed of herself.
It also reminds your son that being a boy is better than being a girl and therefore he is better than any girl he will ever meet.
Also if said son actually turns out to be a daughter it tells her that being what she is is so bad that she should hide it from everyone.
Significant internal design changes. Added a 4 bar linkage to the torso to connect the abdomen to the head, so when you rotate the head into place the abdomen folds into the torso as intended. Also strengthened the shoulder ball-in-socket joints, redesigned the hips, and made many other minor changes to improve printability and robustness.
This guy is awesome. So is his creator.
Walter F. Otto, Dionysus: Myth and Cult
A few days ago I experienced the truly frightening aspects of Dionysos firsthand for the first time and I am still rattled and a bit shell-shocked.
I may take down my altar to him, as it’s clearly irrelevant to what he…
I have some experience with Dionysos (not tons, some) but I definitely have experience with Gods giving fuck-all-terrifying performances of self.
There are Gods who I refuse to worship, but honor and respect - much the way I honor and respect the life-ending power of a semi in motion. I’ve seen Dionysos be kind and happy, but I have also watched people I like, friends who devoted themselves to him, go no small amount of unsafe-crazy. He tends to bring out whatever latent instabilities you have, and while I don’t think he enjoys “breaking his toys” for the sake of destruction, I have the impression that He’s okay with breaking people if they’re “silly enough” to “let him”. [fair warning: I have no small quantity if developed distrust for most males in contexts where they are both playful, powerful, and interested in the behavior of others as a “fun thing” - so this is certainly a colored perception.]
Several of the gods I enjoy spending time with are fuck-all scary, but for whatever particular reasons in their individual cases, I feel like I can trust them. If you would read a comparable interaction with another human as abusive or endangering, I would trust that instinct. My experiences strongly bear out that the Gods we can meet and interact with are as susceptible to human personality idiosyncrasies and habits as we are: They may exist in some more-transcendant form, but the level we interact with strongly implies the level of fallibility and danger one is risking (intentionally or otherwise).
I’m rambling so I’ll cut off here but feel free to ask me questions if you have any.