Ofimes. They/them. The blog was made in 2013 and at this point I cannot emotionally make myself modernize it. This is my personal time capsule :) The blog's mascot is my late Green Anole, named Dimitri.
He doesn’t show her face. He tries not to laugh at a basic question so she’s not embarrassed. Films his reaction, and is so kind. This is SUCH a good video.
yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow
i don’t think you understand i totally thought we were gonna die locked up in this castle but this fucking genius was like “im going to invent a way for humans to fly”. shout out to my dad he’s a real one fr
LMAOOO this dude told me to be careful as he affixed the wings to my back…..dad no offense but you just invented flying and we have to go high enough to avoid the king’s archers. soo
HOOOOLY SHIT YOU GUYS I AM SO AFRAID. THE GROUND IS SO FAR. HOW DO BIRDS DO THIS. OH MY GODS OH MY GODS OH MY GODS
it’s so beautiful up here
i don’t like seeing the ground. i’m going higher
it’s cold and i can’t see anything. not sure if that’s better or worse
by zeus….what is that thing…….it’s as bright as the sun and twice as warm
the gods look truly down on me this day…apollo calls to me from his chariot of fire. a mere mortal. he must think my flight such a wondrous feat
i don’t understand why but he’s coming closer. he is not supposed to stray from his path, lest the sun fall from the sky. why does he look so anguished to see me?
oh. i am in his path
it’s so hot…was it this hard to fly before? maybe i’m tired
the wax
he really does look like the sun…the light emanates from his fingers, his hair, his skin. he means to catch me. i reach for him
his skin burns. i cannot hold on
i slip through his fingers.
it takes a really long time to fall from the sky. longer than i thought
i wonder if he cried for me
i pray to him just in case. i am grateful he tried. my palms are red and cracked from where they touched divinity. the ground does not look any closer than it was
i have not seen my father since we took flight…i hope he escaped. i hope he will not witness this. i wish i could tell him how joyful these wings made me before the wax melted
i do not regret it. i have seen with my own eyes what others will only dream of
i am not afraid
i am not afraid i am not afraid i am not afraid i am not afraid i am afraid i am afraid i am afraid
please please please please please pleaseplease
the gods will not save me. i suppose this is a lesson in hubris. i am forever a flightless thing
please please please i have no coin for the ferryman if i am to die now i will never reach the realm of hades please turn me into a bird any bird or a bug or something anything please please pleasepleaseplease
I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM N
i think “video games aren’t really the violent child-corrupting threat some parents worry they are” and “certain circles of gamer culture are incredibly toxic and can lead people down dangerous/hateful ideological rabbit holes” are ideas that can absolutely coexist
Artificial violence is not actually a corrupting influence but hanging out with assholes sure is.
i love wikipedia and i think it is good and right to give them money but all their funding drive messages are “well… we’ll be killing ourselves tonight. we asked so little of you and yet it seems that simply nobody cares about lil ol wikipedia anymore….sad…”
Me, starting the fishing game in Okami: this is delightful, how do I not have the fishing trophy again? It’s so zen and mindless, I could do this all day. I think I understand the draw of fishing irl???
Me once I get to the bigger fucks that take 3 tries AND reverse course every 2 seconds like they’re a new driver trying a 3-point turn: ….ah.
Me but when I had to draw the straight lines to catch the fish with my bare hands on the wii version
