I Feel Like A Broken Record But Since Yet Another Movie With A Black Lead And A Mostly Poc Supporting

I feel like a broken record but since yet another movie with a Black lead and a mostly poc supporting cast has dropped, let me reiterate. If someone informs you that you wrote or drew a character in a racist way, your job is to apologize and fix it. That's it and that's all.

actually i wanna talk about it here too (even though i’m like 99% sure i made this post a long time ago) so like Hobie is homeless and has been for a long time right, and this is bound to give him some unhealthy eating habits and just unhealthy habits in general, like hoarding. I’m thinking that he almost never actually finishes a full meal and instead saves half or a little more than half of it and stores it somewhere for later, even when he doesn’t need to do that and the hunger is killing him. So his friends and other people tend to give him many snacks and ingredients to a meal rather than a full meal, like the ingredients to a sandwich because he wouldn’t eat the entirety of a full one, just so he’s getting enough food in him. I also think that this stretches onto stealing things like blankets and pillows since the winter is harsh and could kill him (and he’s probably seen other homeless people he considered friendly die due to it), and small foods he would eat all of (apples, grapes, bread rolls, cheeses, crackers, etc.) even when he’s been told that he doesn’t need to, and it’s not even really stealing because he’s always welcome to a lot of these things. Wait going back to the winter thing, he also gets more protective over friends and checks in with them more frequently to make sure they’re surviving, and is commonly mistaken to be manic during times like this bc of how “clingy” and “energetic” he gets (he just doesn’t want his friends to die and is still trying to help people in his own dimension cmon y’all)

The way I feel about Spot is the same way I feel about those cow roly polys.

They're the same

this site really hates people with ocd

To celebrate the audiobook coming out, here’s a 100% authentic excerpt from the Illusion of Living:

It was a good day, because Henry wasn’t there. I was on my way to a party that Henry wasn’t invited to. It was a party only for true geniuses, such as myself and my good friend Nathan, who is a good friend of mine.

When I got to the party, I took a moment to appreciate the fact that none of the guests there were Henry. There were some hets in the corner doing gross het stuff, so I quickly walked as far away from them as I could. I went to my good friend, Nathan, and we had a brief conversation, where I was telling him about how happy I am that Henry left the studio. (Nate A: he was crying on my shoulder about it XD what a loser! )

And then I saw him.

It was my old friend Sammy, playing piano the way no one else (certainly not Henry) could. I went up to him and we had the following conversation:

“I am so lucky to have you, Sammy! You’re my best friend.”

“Sure.”

“You’re so brilliant and talented”, I continued, “totally unlike a certain guy I once knew.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re the only man, who can truly understand me.”

“…”

“I worship you, Sammy! You are a God to me! People should be falling to their knees before you! I wish you would worship me as I worship you! No homo, though!” (Nate A: I don’t remember him adding that last part)

“Go home, Joey, you’re drunk.”

I wasn’t really drunk. (Nate A: he was drunk af)  I was going to continue my train of thought, but then I suddenly noticed someone coming towards us.

It was a woman.

I instantly froze in fear. She wanted me, I could tell. She smiled right at me. She wanted my body and there was nothing that would stop her from getting it.

So I did the only reasonable thing in this situation: I screamed like a maniac and jumped off the 3rd floor window.

There was a group of preschoolers walking below, so I had a soft landing. I brushed off shards of glass from my shoulder onto their bleeding bodies underneath, feeling proud of myself.

I went back home, thinking to myself about how nothing is real, and everyone around me is a fictional character in a video game.

Fuck you, Henry.

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.