My tw*tter feed today has been slowly showing me more and more reactions and videos of the 2003 winnie the pooh spinoff PS2 game "Piglet's Big Game" to highlight how the sound and visual design is more like a psychological horror game

Which is fine, whatever, you do you Internet

But the thing is. I fucking had that game on the PS2!! and played it as a child!! but forgot about it!!! Until now!! Until the Internet is showing me videos of piglet sneaking through a house and avoiding the attention of these big purple things with long elephant like snouts that I think ??want to put him to sleep and steal his dreams?? (Citation needed I played it 20 years ago)

Piglet's Big Game 🖌

1hr doodle of poor baby Piglet of Piglet’s Big Game fame. Have to say, people’s current reactions are confirming I was truly ahead of the curve by being terrified of this game as a young child. Get those cookies Piglet 🥲

Since people have been comparing Piglet’s Big Game to Silent Hill 2, I decided to cross them over, lol. I chose Piglet to be with Angela because they are both anxiety ridden characters.

"Eeyore Ending" | Piglet's Big Game

“The Driver” by Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out now! Order it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

plain text: You've spent the past eight months looking forward to this holiday but, unless you do something soon, you are going to miss your flight because The Driver of the blue car in front driving extremely slowly and ignoring your horn is blocking this one-way street. So you drive up onto the pavement and step on the accelerator; the side of your car briefly scratching against the side of theirs as you pass by. In your car mirror, you see The Driver raising their middle finger out the window to you so you raise yours up in return as you speed into the empty road ahead.

Neither you nor The Driver will recognise each other when you meet at a party in four years' time. And years after that, after you and The Driver have moved in together and gotten married, the child you share will ask how you first met and you will tell them about the party, that you didn't notice each other during it but you both left at the same time and met in the lobby while you waited for the rain to stop. You will both say "It was love at first sight."

And one night, after your child has grown up and left home, you and The Driver will be looking at old photos and you will come across a photo of The Driver before you knew them in a blue car you don't recognise and you will ask about the red scratch on the side and The Driver will tell you about the "total idiot" who overtook them on a one-way street while they were looking down alleyways, searching desperately for their lost dog, a dog whom you briefly knew and loved.

And you will shake your head in disbelief at how inconsiderate some people can be. And lying in bed that night, with The Driver asleep beside you, you will think again about the photo, about the red scratch on their car, and, just then, you'll remember the blue one on yours.

Accidentally wound up on "hear me out cake" tiktok, and I swear, if another one of these bitches puts down an at-most-unconventionally-attractive human man, Lady Dimitrescu or Nick Wilde/Robin Hood I am going to lose my fucking mind.

Saw one where the first person they named was Disney's Aladdin and I tapped out so hard I entered a fugue state and didn't regain full consciousness for like a solid hour.

Girlies giggling and gasping because they said their 'hear me out' was Gill from Finding Nemo, like

I'm so sorry, babygirl, but that's a hot fish. I know you thought you were being so controversial, but that is one of the most fuckable cartoon fish in existence. This is weaksauce.

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please do not the snail.

please do not the me.

Cult of the Lamb - Head Trauma

Been influenced quite a bit with how comics here on tumblr are formatted, so I've been experimenting lately with how I possibly want to upload sketches and stuff in the future--these little comics were mostly experiments on how high or low effort I would like to go.

In other news, I've finished this game twice now. I'm officially a follower and I've got ideas spinning in my head. This bodes poorly for me.

Kiss kiss fall in love

Under communism all big mansions will be converted into big games of Clue

Cult of the lamb costume ideas maybe? 👀 inspired by yaelokre vibes

This is how I see their dynamic

*pop*

If your democrat friends start muttering about stolen election conspiracy theories, the time to have a sit down with them and express your concerns is NOW, while you still have a chance to reach them, not 6 months from now when they're fully conspiracy-pilled.

Here's some of the talking points and why they're bullshit:

But just as importantly as the facts: sit down with your friend and talk about the anxiety that's behind their conspiracy leanings. Acknowledge their pain and fear. Help them find ways to feel less powerless and regain their sense of agency. Take them to a mutual aid event, involve them in a fundraising event for a marginalized group, invite them to a local community effort. If they spend more time feeling connection and empowerment and less time doom scrolling online, they're far more likely to stay in reality.

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I worked as an election judge across multiple polling locations and election types in my state from 2018-2023 (presidential primary and general elections, midterms, and special elections like for the school board etc.)

US elections are extremely secure. There are so many safeguards in place. Everything is double and triple counted.

The number of ballots electronically counted by the box are checked against the number of physical ballots at the end of the night, and also the receipt papers that individuals exchange for their ballot. All three of these counts MUST MATCH. Sometimes you're off by 1 number and it means everyone stops and triple counts these papers until you find the error (human error, it's been 16 hours and two pieces of thin receipt paper were stuck together and the second person to recount finds it and everyone cheers because thank fuck, it means no one dropped anything on the floor anywhere.)

There are eyes everywhere and there's a deliberate mix of poll workers across political parties/affiliations. It's simply not possible to alter even 1 ballot at 1 polling place, much less thousands.

Unfortunately, Donald Trump won this election. If there was interference, it was NOT at the voting booth. That's simply not possible. The "interference" (if you can even call it that) comes from right wing propaganda convincing stupid and/or hateful and/or selfish people to vote for him.

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AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.