I still eat chocolate. And cheese... And ice cream. I live alone so the only person who suffers is me. 😹
As some who has had 20+ piercings over the years and who knows people who have piercings. Generally we don't get them because we think other people will find them attractive, we get them because we think they look good. I'm down to 4 piercings now because of things like jobs, but I do miss them.
Everyone's tastes are different, while I think piercings look cool. I don't think everyone suits them. An eyebrow piercing can look awesome on one person, and awful on another.
And some people flat out dislike them. That's fine. So long as people aren't shoving their opinions down people's throats and trying to force them to change, differing opinions are a good thing. The world would be very boring if we were all the same.
I'm the nerd with tattoos, dyed hair and piercings. A lot of people make shitty comments and I also get a lot of compliments. I don't see the need people have to go up to and say or shout across the street a shitty comment at someone. Their choice in clothing/ piercings/ body art doesn't affect your life. Move on. If someone thinks I look awful, that's fine, that's their view, I'm good with that. But outright going out of your way to voice your shitty comment to someone, that's not cool.
My point is, your opinion is fine. But if you then attack someone because of that opinion, that's not okay.
I've worked retail, office jobs, call center jobs and warehouse jobs. I made an office 'friend' in two of those jobs. One who id grab drinks with outside of work and another who id chat to via text occasionally. But as our jobs changed and lives moved on. So did we.
I don't feel the need to be forced into social situations, people are tiring and there's better things I could spend my time on that being shoved into a room with co-works who I have no interest in talking to and have no interest in talking to me.
Both my best friends are long distance friends. I've known one for 13 years, we've met up once. And one for 9 years who I've never met in person. And they're the best friends I've ever had. If they have issues, I'm right there via text or call to help. Same if I have issues. We send eachother gifts for birthdays/ Christmas, or just because. The 9 year friend and I do a book trade and recommend eachother things we think the other would like (not just book recommendations).
My partner and I have been together for almost 2 years now, we live in different countries. And it's honestly the best relationship I've ever had. Not because of the distance, we visit eachother multiple times a year. But the distance also isn't an issue.
So long distance friendships/ relationships can work.
Just because some people need that face to face interaction, doesn't mean everyone else does. Especially when it's forced by a workplace. If it was to meet up with a friend, I'm sure it would be more welcomed. But being made to meet up with co-workers who aren't friends/ close with, that sounds miserable. Being made to do something you don't want to do/ aren't interested in is never fun. Ever try get a teenager to clean their room? Often not very high on their list because it's something they don't want to do. The same can be said for social events with co-workers for a lot of people.
I wanted something that was limited edition. Like the consoles.
So I have the limited edition animal crossing switch and the legend of Zelda Gameboy advance SP.
I also have numerous collectors editions of games.
Also, anime/ gaming figures. Have numerous shelves filled with them now, it's really cool to see every day in my living room.
They're also probably the edgelords who screech and cry about their homophobic mods being removed. Because God forbid they see a gay/ lesbian character. 🙄
Oh you said I'm not like other girls.
Yet here you are. #notlikeothergirls
Drag queens don't call themselves woman in everyday life. It's all part of a performance. Just like drag kings. Unless of course someone is trans.
But if you say gender roles don't matter, why are you so butt hurt about men 'perpetuating bad gender roles' of women huh? So either gender doesn't matter. Or it does. Which it seems like it does because dur dur men dressing as women offends me because gender roles.
Someone really needs to take the blame for feeding you after midnight!
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drag_king
So. Is this also an issue for you? Or is it just cause you're a woman and you don't like men in dresses?
https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/art
No definition of art huh. Okay then. Somebody doesn't know what a dictionary is.
Oh bless you, you're the one taking issue at the fact drag queens even exist. Nobody is like other girls, idiot. Every woman is different. So no, I'm not like other women, I'm like myself. Just like you are, just like my sister, mother, best friend is too.
I suggest you chill out though, you're gonna cut yourself on all that edge.
Listen sweetheart. I'm saying drag queens wear make up as it's an aggregated form of art for showbusiness. So take a seat at the back of the class and actually learn reading comprehension.
I said drag queens aren't the ones saying women need to wear makeup. I'm saying society is. And drag queens wear makeup as a form of art. What's so hard to understand about that.
Clearly you just hate drag queens. If your fragile female ego takes a beating cause a drag queen looks better than you. That's a you problem.
As a woman who doesn't wear makeup. I think drag queens are great. They're funny. They're amazing at their form of art. And they're also in a group that gets hate from the world, as the majority are gay. So I'm all for them going out there and doing what to do despite the hate and shit they get from homophobic fuckwads.
So you're not a woman because drag queens wear make up?
Sounds like you're a bit of a transphobe with your underhanded digs.
Drag queens wear heavy makeup because they're men, and it's show business. It's an exaggerated art form.
It's not drag queens who propagate the women wear makeup stero type. It's been a societal pressure for years now. Just like shaving legs, it's about what society wants women to look like. Women were and still are in a lot of places, seen as objects who need to look pretty and keep quiet.
So don't blame drag queens for an issue that has been pushed by society for a long ass time.
If people want to identify as male or female, that's their choice. And their choice doesn't affect you. Just like a person you don't know getting a tattoo doesn't affect you. Their body. Their choice.
It's easier to hope someone will have information on an individual who's is reported on. Someone might see the article and realise they saw her in a coffee shop with a man, looking very uneasy. And tip off police.
Whereas homelessness is a much harder thing to tackle. That requires government intervention rather than individual intervention from someone who saw something suspicious. And getting a government to care about homeless people is a huge ask.
I hate that we have a homelessness issue, and I hate that it's not reported on much at all. Things should be in the public eye, in hopes that people wrote to their local rep to try get help.
But it's more likely you'll find a missing person (dead or alive) by posting an article than it is likely you'll resolve homelessness.
Larian said they were releasing a complete game. I honestly hope they don't release an expansion. The ending was great, and I don't know where you go after. An expansion past the ending would almost cheapen the whole game for me. After a huge build up to the fight of the netherbrain. It wouldn't feel right to continue after that.
And only getting to 12th level felt fine. I don't think it needed to go higher. Mine abs my partner's characters were beasts even at level 12. So it doesn't feel like it's necessary.
Okay okay. So let me get this straight. Story bad. You realise story has been a centre point of gaming for a long long long time.
Second. As someone who has played games for 25+, there's plenty of games out there if you just want constant combat. Doom for example. Halo. Overwatch. Apex. Dark souls.
Even combat heavy games have stories though. Overwatch has background lore and in game story now.
Doom gotta save everyone from bad alien dudes.
Halo. Stop the covenant using the rings.
Dark souls... Well dark souls is so lore heavy it's hard to keep up with the story.
So if you don't like story in games. Well maybe stick to space invaders and leave the good games to people who actually appreciate good games.
Nowhere in your link didn't it mention sex toys cause a rectal prolapse. So maybe link something appropriate.
Also, people generally don't start straight up shoving huge sex toys into their orifices. It's built up and if it's a problem then they stop.
Personally, I don't want anything that big near me. But if others want to, it their bodies, they're free to do whatever they want.
The air we breathe causes our cells to degrade which results in aging and death.
Smoking is bad for you.
Junk food.
Alcohol.
Drugs.
Skydiving could kill you.
But it's not our place to police what people do with their own bodies. If they want to snort coke off a hookers ass, then that's their choice.
If someone wants a giant dick in their ass or vag, that's also their choice. If they cause issues for their own bodies, they're the ones making the choice knowing any risks. It does affect you, so why are you all up in people's business that doesn't affect you?
Stop trying to police people's bodies and what they do with them.
Billy talent are great for political, fuck the government/ big corporations type songs. Not protest songs so much. But it feels pretty on theme. Their messages are great.
Surprise surprise and viking death march are two of my personal favourites songs by them.
When you're paying £50 for a sweater, that's basically rich kid sweater anyway. £50 for me is basically 2 weeks of groceries if I shop wisely.
It's just insane they think that cost is acceptable just because it has a school logo on it.
And honestly, where I'm from. There wasn't really rich kids. There was 1 kid in a school of 750 who came from a family with money. So it makes even less sense.
I wouldn't mind uniforms, if they weren't like 3 times the price of regular clothes.
My school sweater was a blue v-neck. But it had to have the school name and logo on it. So it was £50.
If they'd just said, v-neck royal blue sweater and let people buy their own from whatever store, that's fine. We had specific ties too, so if they just said we had to buy the ties from the school but the PE shorts/ netball skirts, football socks, polos and the school sweater should have been able to be purchased from any old store.
I agree, non-uniform days were hell for me. I was the kid of the working class parent, and the emo/ goth kid. I didn't own anything that wasn't fitting of my aesthetic. So I got bullied badly. So I appreciated the uniform. But the prices are the issue. And school that demand girls wear skirts and not trousers, I have a huge issue with that. If girls want to wear trousers, it shouldn't be an issue. It makes me question whether the people implementing the rules are just sexist, or sexist and pervvy.
Public schools here are insane. It's like £50 for one sweater. And it's got to have the school name/ logo on it. So you can't just go and buy a generic sweater the same colour.
And you've got to have at least 2, so when one is getting washed, you'd have one good to go.
There's black shoes, not trainers, but smart shoes.
White shirts. Black pants/ skirts. Specific socks. £15 a tie, which is specifically in school colours so no going out to buy a cheap generic tie.
Then there's the PE kit that has to be bought from the school. £20 for shorts. £20 for the polo. £10 for football socks.
Altogether when you're done it's around £300. Which, if you're generally working class/ out of work, you're fucked.
My sweaters faded after half a year, so mum had to buy more. They'd of fit me the entire time, but she had to buy new ones pretty much every 6 months because they just faded in the wash. And that was in the 00s. My mum hates buying uniform for my younger sisters, apparently it's crazy priced.
Now schools here are doing blazers too, god knows how much they are.
Okay guys, who fed the gremlin after midnight?
It was a dark and stormy night.
That's how all horror stories start, right? Well this one is no different.
Back to the tale.
It was a dark and stormy night. The storm raged outside, the rain beating against my window. The wind howling through the trees, the thunder creating a chorus to the light show in the sky.
I was never afraid of storms, it's like a renewal. It clears the air and allows the earth to feel calm and cleansed once more. No, it's not the storm I feared, it's what the storm brought with it. I was told stories as a child, stories of creatures and monsters that liked to lurk in storms. Snatching up people who dared venture out into them.
I never believed this of course, I thought it was just scary tales to make sure children didn't trail in mud from playing out in the heavy rains. That was, until I grew up. I noticed that with storms, came disappearances. So I started tracking them, each storm I tracked was followed by missing persons reports. Sometimes the occasional murder.
So I began to wonder. Is it coincidence, or were the stories true.
That brings us back to tonight. The storm still raging outside, angry and heavy and hungry. I'd taken time off from my job, well. I'd called in sick after seeing there'd be a storm rolling in. Food poisoning I said, that'll buy me a couple of days.
Tonight is the night, I will find out what is out there. If the stories are true.
I check my watch, 23:34, perfect. Living on the outskirts has its perks, I'm on the edge of the forest, not many houses nearby. It should be safe for the others, they'll be asleep. Right? Whatever is out there will only come for me... Right?...
I shake my head to clear the intrusive thoughts. Time to go. I pull my hair into a messy bun, don't want anything to be able to grab it if it's hanging loose. I pull my rain coat off the hook on the back of the door and head downstairs to retrieve my hiking boots. Which I had the sense to waterproof a few days prior.
After pulling on my boots I grab the machete I stowed in the cupboard next to the door along with my heavy duty flashlight and backpack. Snacks and water won't hurt, not sure how effective the bear spray in there will be though. I wish I'd ordered that GoPro, but it's too late now.
Off I go, I step outside into the biting winds and the cold, angry rain. I close my door behind me, the keys left in the inside lock. If I need to make an escape, I don't need to be fumbling around for keys.
I turn on my flash light and pull up my hood, tightening the strings so it won't just blow off. One step, two step, three, four. Okay, I'm actually doing this. Why am I scared? They're just stories right?
I make my way into the forest. It's dark, even with my flashlight. Of course it's dark, it's stormy and near midnight. I jump at the sound of a branch snapping. I quickly spin and hear another branch snap. I look down at my feet and curse at myself. It's you, fucking idiot.
I carry on heading deeper into the woods. I have no idea what I'm looking for. Nobody ever described these creatures. I could be looking for a vampire rabbit for all I know.
The howling of the wind through the trees is throwing me off. It's everywhere, all around me. The mix of all the noise surrounding me, thunder, rain, wind, it's hard to hear anything else.
The lighting flashes help a bit, I get a momentary burst of light and can see a little more. The shadows it casts are not so helpful. Mangled, creepy, almost like they're dancing. Branches in the wind, that's all.
Whispering. More howling. More thunder. Wait... Whispering. How can a whisper seem so loud? No no, that's not the question I really want to ask. WHO is whispering is what I should be asking.
A shriek. Like metal being dragged over metal. Branches snapping. Which direction is it coming from? Shit shit, it's getting closer. Fast.
I turn and run. This isn't worth dying over. It's just an animal. Yes, that's what I'll force myself to believe.
Running is tiring, difficult. Thick mud. Leaves. Tree roots. Don't trip. Don't trip. Don't trip. I chant over and over in my head. I can hear it, it's still following me. Wait, not it. Them. Unless it's got 8 legs... I hope it's not a giant spider. No, don't be stupid. Wolves, it's a pack of wolves. Run. Keep running. You're almost home.
I burst through my door and slam it shut. Turning my keys and launching the deadbolts into place. Deadbolt. What a name. It could mean I live or die. My door holds, or they get in through a window and then I have no time to unlock the door and escape. Deadbolt indeed.
I hear them outside now. Feet on the decking. Clack clack... Not just feel. Claws? Wolves. I'm stupid. It's just fucking wolves.
I crawl over to the window and peek out through the very bottom of the blinds. Gotta be careful. Just in case. But it's just wolves right?
I see nothing. Where did they go? Back into the forest? I can't hear anything over my own heaving breathing and the storm now.
I sigh. Thank god. But fuck me, I almost got eaten by wolves. What a way t...
A shadow. What is that? Slowly moving past the window. From where I am I can't pick out a shape apart from big, black blob. The noise. What is that? Screeeee... Wait, it's dragging its hand? Across my window. Long nails, claws. I don't fucking know. But whatever it is, that noise is horrid. Like nails down a chalk board. Except it's over glass.
Thuds and rattles. The door. It's at the door! I move from the window and stand next to the door. Machete in hand. Ready. Should I call the police? No. It might hear. I hold my breath and wait. More thuds. How long have I been stood here? A minute? Five? 25? I don't know.
Outside is calming. The wind isn't howling anymore. The rain isn't beating against the windows anymore. Wait, the thudding has stopped. Have they gone?
I slide down the wall and sit on the floor. Guess we will find out.
I don't know how long I sat there before I nodded off. Next thing I know I'm awake by my phone alarm. Ugh. I forgot to turn it off yesterday when I called in sick.
7:30. It's light outside. I creep to the window and peek out. Renewal. Calm. Peace. Life. What's that? Scratches. Four deep scratch marks along my window. So I didn't imagine that...
The creatures in the storm are real. And they were here. I survived. But for how long? They know I'm here now. Will they come back the next time there's a storm? I should prepare. Or go to a hotel when the next one hits.
The stories were true. There is something in the storm. I wonder, if gran saw them too, if that's how she knew. So believe me when I say, don't be afraid of the storm, be afraid of what it brings. Pray you never get caught out in a storm. And if you do, good luck.