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"I hope that old man knocked that tractor beam outta commission or this'll be a real short trip, punch it Chewie!"
"GRAAAAAAAA"

Saturday I went to Dash Point state park after an errand and the rain meant a batch of mushrooms

So; Horus Lupercal grew up as a street ganger on Cthonia, this nasty, rainswept industrial wasteland full of mines, where he learned Cthonic as a dialect

Conclusion; the Warmaster had a thick Geordie accent

the alternate universe where they decided Spider Man got kiting/ballooning powers and instead of swinging around on webs just hang glides around NYC

and there they found Sauron's phone number, which Gandalf warned Pippen not to call, nay, not even to breathe heavily and hang up, lest he hit star-sixty nine and send his dread riders in pursuit of the prank caller.

of COURSE he had a 650 area code.

I'm realizing again that dogma and definitions are so encoded for me that it's hard to be content with doing and feeling what I do and feel, but I seem to desperately want a nice concise label to slap on myself and in a lot of places my thoughts don't really fit a tidy label

this YT video about electroplating WH40K miniatures gives me this awesome idea;

* assemble what are obviously modern 40K minis and electroplate everything except the base with pewter

* set them on the game table and apologize for not having gotten 'round to painting your army yet

uspol, personal mh - 

and yes I'm a little on edge right now, waiting till Tuesday to find out if everyone I know will or won't survive the next few years AND Tuesday's only the first step in a long drawn out process, tends to do that to you

honestly realizing that fatigue is a real thing and would be for anyone. It's just all my issues can make everything feel worse/require more recovery time, and more important fucks with my perception of time and therefore hope. Hard to see a better future - even if that's a much more comfy time on an insanely personal level in a few hours - if enough difficult stuff has just piled up.

the theory of the Sandwich Ape, in which each stage of humanity's social progress has been directed at making a REALLY BIG SANDWICH, has yet to be widely accepted, possibly because its creator kept suggesting fries should be integral in all possible sandwiches

the new Basura Caliente Crunchwrap

... you know, Taco Bell would make so much money off stoners if they made a Crunchwrap with REAL CAPTAIN CRUNCH

youtu.be/FPr0D6p3Jj0?si=XMaW-z

at the point where there's someone howling I was like wait I thought I turned off the hour plus of Arizona desert noises, and that's definitely not me howling, I'm pretty sure I'd notice if I were. I was even more addled than usual!

okay, the half edible was a great idea.

dude DUDE it's an Astrix remix so I can bounce around in my chair and pretend I'm not old

cw soundbyte about doing a fuckton of drugs

youtu.be/Gp3gPAyXq7c?si=hvAxb5

coyote sing along hour 

tears on the sleeve of a man
don't want to be a boy today
heard the eternal footman
bought himself a bike to race
Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs
they say you were something in those formative years
hang on to nothing as fast as you can
oh, still a pretty good year.
oh, still a pretty good year.

coyote sing along hour 

lemon pie, he's coming through
our commander still
SPAAAAACE DOG!
line's secure, Space Dog!
deck the halls! I'm young again, I'm you again
racing turtles, the breadfruit is winning

this is either enlightened, incredibly disappointing, maybe both. I've been taught my anger makes me a monster, that the consequences would be disproportionate and terrible, and I'd never considered what might happen if I expressed how profoundly pissed off I was AND didn't immediately get slammed for it. And, I hate to say it, I don't think it'd actually feel satisfying to get away with just cutting loose.

I realize that Astartes are cool and snipers are cool but somehow combining them suggests an 8’ tall superhuman plus an extra foot worth of tank grade armor in a ghillie suit, stealthing around by freezing in place and declaring I AM A TREE NOTHING IS OUT OF THE ORDINARY HERE CITIZEN.

coyote sing along hour, all caps, this again 

AH FEEL A CHANGE
BACK TO A BETTER DAY
HAIR STANDS ON THE BACK OF MAH NECK
IN WILDNESS IS THE PRESERVATION OF THE WORLD
AND A QUESTION HANGS HEAVY IN THE AIR

Cohn the Bloodthirsty, who does the books for the World Eaters

I cite Necrons as proof of the inherent coolness of skeletons. Even Arnie couldn’t make a skeleton robot cooler. Literally the only way to make skeleton robots cooler is to give them glowing plasma weapons, possibly cyclopean eyes, spidery legs or an anti grav platform.

Related hot take, GW should totally bring back translucent green plastic parts, that was unusually awesome.

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