Rose Thorne(She/Her)

“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.

Never before has the full nature of the opossum been captured so perfectly in a single image.

“I have no fucking clue what I’m doing, but I’m still doing it, and if it kills me, good.”

No, let the neighbors see. Claim your territory. Replace your HOA and attend all meetings in full 'suits.

I feel like I could comfortably teach a masters course on speed costume changes and smooth layering of clothes.

All because I want a piece of goddamn cake on occasion. Just a run down to the fridge.

It’s like the early 2000s returned to vomit into my eyeballs, without the rampant phobia.

I adore it.

Not just manuals, either. Feelies in general. Getting a map to look at, or a little lore booklet, even things that were just “in-universe”, like the coin and letter Witcher 2 came with.

Small things you didn’t preorder to get, just included with the package. Things that you could keep as physical mementos of time spent.

Balatro’s staying power slightly shocks me. I kinda expected it to be another Buckshot Roulette, a damn good smaller title that gets hyped for a month and falls to the wayside after.

Now it feels like it’s pushing closer to BTD6 territory, where things might get a little quiet about it, but there’s still a constant presence.

I know who still has ice cream.

Zombocom.

Part of why I think self-service kiosks are a great idea. If you blank out, or want to do a lot of modifications, they’re the easiest and keep you from backing up the line.

I always feel mixed when artists draw “play dead”. On the one hand, it’s much more adorable than reality. On the other, I’ve had multiple decide to play dead on capture and it is fucking horrific even when you’re used to it. The smell… There’s nothing cute after the first hand experience.

Storm, in two very different ways.

I have always wanted her power set if I could pick any option, and even a child me had a “Holy shit, she’s pretty, I wanna be that pretty” moment the first time I saw her.

Then we got Mohawk Storm. Perfection.

A bald head reflects the Stargate, and that upsets the Force.

Always heard it “crazy cat lady”. By the time I heard “crazy cat gentleman”, I was in too deep.

2 movies.

Lower Decks earned it’s place in the One Good, One Bad cycle(at least a tongue-in-cheek poke at it).

Damn, just one more and the star would have been freed.

Training material says to make sure the package arrives undamaged.

Management says the package just needs to arrive, and you better hit metrics or you’re out on your ass.

What I’m taking from this is to involve more a-ha into my relationships. This is doable.

Percussive Maintenance is so effective, the Adeptus Mechanicus accept it as a holy ritual.

Good genetics help.

I wish I could sleep later than 8:30. Right now, attempting that gets a mass of fuzzy tumors attached to my face with noses and paws in my eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth.

It’s the best way to wake up.