Rose Thorne(She/Her)

How I deal with all my problems.

Just fucking masturbate.

Killer Klowns From Outer Space needs no defending. It’s just a terrible great time.

“Though I may change, my heart does not, for I am but its reflection, and may that reflection be more true with every passing day”.

No clue where my brains pulling that one from, but it felt fitting. It feels like such a simple thing, the want to be accepted for who you really are, yet it brings a complex hurt when you realize how hard that can be to get.

It can also depend on the meow.

I know the difference between chatty/playful meows and “I’m scared” meows for my lot. I’ll sleep through the first, but the second rips me out of my sleep. I can’t sleep for shit through thunderstorms anymore because one gets absolutely terrified and fearcries.

Yeah, sure, the same way I made BL3 happen.

Wait until the DLC is all out and hit the high seas.

There’s a ketamine treatment clinic nearish my area. They do low, controlled doses of ket to help treat depression.

They had a billboard for awhile. The main thing you could see driving by was “DEPRESSED? TRY KETAMINE!” with the clinic name in small text down below. My first thought was “Well, fuck, yeah, can’t be depressed if you’re deep in the k-hole.”

We’ll find out in Kingdom Hearts Ultimix Collection Vol 3, where what work was done will be stitched together into a 6-hour long movie.

Heavenly Sword walked so Stellar Blade could strut.

I feel like this should be common sense, but goddamn does it come up often as fuck. If you’re going to a built-in bakery, like in a grocery store or Starbucks little bakery display, we don’t fully make 90% of that shit. It comes in pre-made. The shit we do put in the oven is mostly to warm it or just finish it off.

We most likely don’t even have the box to tell you exactly when the supplier baked it. We sell them that quickly. We just slap icing on.

We have to put out so much product in a day, on such tight timing, that if we had to mix and bake our own cakes and bread, we’d be constantly out. That is part of why our shit is cheaper than a high-end independent establishment.

I view it like the “discomforting uncle versus outright hateful aunt”. I still really don’t want to support him, but equally, fuck her, she’s out here on the fucking daily with her shit.

Plus, at this point, telling someone to pirate anything Rowling is like telling someone to breathe. You’re either doing it, or okay with the outcome of your actions.

Eh, it’s kinda down to personal perspective. In mine, absolutely a reasonable way to handle things if you love the art, but don’t feel morally comfortable supporting the artist.

I recommend people pirate Enders Game, because fuck Orson Scott Card.

I feel like it makes sense for the planned market, but not outside of it. MMOs are generally more popular in China, from what I’ve seen.

Passing Through by Kaden MacKay.

It came on while I was driving, struggling through feeling like I just didn’t have enough time. Trying to work up the cash to get to a better place, feeling stuck in a dead-end job that I’ve lost what little passion I had for, not really many opportunities to get something better in my area.

Trying to work through my own identity, feeling how much of who I have been was something built on the things pushed onto me, feeling like I’ve missed so much of my own life being buried within a shell that was just starting to open. Trying to open it more, knowing I had to face the risks because staying inside was killing me.

Feeling like I was behind, running towards something I could never catch. I had to pull over because I had started crying. I was doing all this, making myself feel worse, and never taking that chance to just be. To be comfortable in my skin, to be who I really am, to let the time pass through and just smile, even for a little while.

With tea I normally stick to green teas, mint or lemon, sometimes a little sugar just for a bit of sweetness. More something to help me relax.

Coffee depends. If I’m making it myself, it’s coming out as road tar and gets a couple spoonfuls of sugar. If I’m out ordering at a cafe or something, I normally grab a hot Mocha.

Damn, surprised Hotline Miami made that little. It feels like it’s still a fairly well known indie title. Not Stardew Valley big, but large enough that people still refer to it occasionally.

Set-up right next to the lawn dart course.

There is something absolutely relaxing about using a power washer. It feels weird, because the things are pretty loud and you definitely feel the wand in your hands, but it’s like you can just push everything into that jet of water and watch it run down.

I assume that goes away after awhile, especially if it’s your job, but if it’s something you only break out on occasion, absolutely therapeutic in a weird way.

A stranger complimenting my top.

It was my first time going out completely alone while wearing what felt like a pretty obviously feminine outfit in the daylight, and I was feeling really self-concious about it, especially given the location I was in.

Having someone give me what felt like a genuine compliment really changed how I was feeling that entire trip. Made me feel dumb for trying to hold myself back. All I could think to say was “thank you”, and I hope he understood that I truly meant it. Lit up my entire day.

If you put a spool of silk next to a harp, the fans would lose their absolute shit at this point.

We’ve been starving for awhile.

It really does cut both ways. I feel like it’s easy for both sides to get wrapped up in this just being another face in the sea of millions. Another person to deal with.

Especially when we have a lot going on. Where they might not know the shitshow playing out in the back of house, we can’t know the show going on back at theirs.