June 15 Is The Anniversary Of Both The Night Vale And Gravity Falls Pilots, As Well As Vanessa Doofenshmirtz’s

Hi friends!! Now that stimtastic is shut down I thought I'd share the list of stim toy shops and diy resources I've compiled for people looking for alternatives! This has online shops (including autistic owned shops), big box retailers and some resources and tutorials to make your own stim toys! So far I have shops from the US, UK, Canada, Australia, and EU. If you have any shops that you would like me to add please let me know!!

https://cripcor.notion.site/Stim-Toys-fd064592673f403094a29c86f71431c6

This week's Double Life SMP session's episode is being postponed until Saturday. Some members weren't awake for the meeting however (it's 7 am EST) and might miss this memo as everyone's videos are prescheduled.

Can we all agree to not watch the new episodes if it comes out today by accident? Thank you.

TW: BLOOD, GORE AND BODY HORROR

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Zombie Gem <3 Uncensored version under the cut :]

Uncensored version!! :D

Percy jackson is bisexual no room for debate the conversation is closed happy pride month

There is something about the idea of sharing a health bar - sharing pain - that I can't stop thinking about. Because obviously, there's the big things that they share, like deaths, or near death experiences, or attacks, but there's also the mundane, mild occurences of pain too.

Grian can feel the strike of an axe that hits Scar way too hard, but he can also feel the way Scar's muscles ache when he overexerts himself.

Bdubs can feel it when a skeleton gets a lucky shot past Impulse's shield, but he can also feel the thrum of Impulse's headache when the others keep blowing those horns.

Cleo can feel the fire eating away at Martyn when he abandons her for the Nether, but she can also feel it when he accidentally stubs his toe when stepping out of the portal.

Ren can feel the burn of poison through BigB's veins, but he can also feel the sparks that bite his skin when he stokes the flames in the furnace.

Scott can feel it when Pearl is sharply headbutted by a charging hoglin, but he can also feel the dig of her nails when she hugs herself, muted by her sleeves.

Joel can feel himself choking when Etho starts drowning, but he can also feel the gentle hunger pangs when Etho forgets to eat, even though Joel himself had just eaten.

Jimmy can feel the flash of heat from a creeper explosion when Tango dies and takes him with him, but he can also feel the sharp pecks at Tango's hand when he goes to feed the chickens.

They know when their other is exhausted, because they can feel the sting in their eyes. They know when their other is building, because they can feel the pinch of splinters. They know when their other is sewing, because they can feel the prick of the needle along their fingertips.

Even if they aren't physically with their soulmate, they are never alone, because they can feel their presence through their day-to-day activities. Some are more present than others, clumsy as they are, but none can ever truly be ignored. It's to be expected - the whole concept of soulmates is that they are intrinsically tied, after all - but they really are two halves of one whole.

They don't just share their lives, they share a life, and their skin, and their bones, and their breaths, and their hearts, even if they deny it. They know their soulmate deeper than anything else, they know without words how they are on a physical level and can care for them without asking, because their pain is shared.

And that is beautiful, and fascinating, and surreal, and terrifying.

oh god i've just realized about the goat horns how it's one horn being responded by many and as the series continues the response is going to lessen one by one until it's only a single call into an empty world

Specific things about certain songs I like that make me start frothing at the mouth like a rabid raccoon when I hear them:

The soft violin solo that plays at 1:35 in "The Crooked Kind" by Radical Face, like the heralding of a distant thunderstorm that you can see rolling in the distance.

When Florence starts chanting "Who's a heretic now?" in "Which Witch", which is the best song on the album and it is a CRIME that it was just a demo (don't let Spotify fool you it was listed as a demo until recently).

The way the chunky guitar and drums build before the second chorus of "Double Vision" by Family and Friends, which is sung with some kind of soft anguish that always breaks my heart into pieces.

The pianowork in "Garden" by Cold Weather Company is complimented by a fuckin' pianica of all things and it absolutely should not work but it does and drives me nuts when it hops in like Jesus.

David Le'aupepe's vocal's in "The Man Himself" by Gang of Youths. This man is a horrifically underrated singer and I would pay every ounce of money I have to see him belt this song out live.

Just the subject of "Staring at the Stars" by Passenger. I love songs that revel in the fact that their subjects are complete and utter losers, and there's something kinda hopeful in and of that as well.

The masterful guitarwork on "The Graduate" by the Arcadian Wild but particularly by the mandolinist. It's insane how fast that man can strum those chords out.

I could make an entire list based on The Oh Hellos alone but when the whole band chimes in behind Maggie Heath to sing "--any little Messiah" in "Passerine", it's not only amazing but a literal callback of the "birds of a kind" lyric that comes right before it and Idk I think that's neat.

The chemistry between the two lead singers of "Home to Me" by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea-- it is genuinely a failing of society that they never got big nor released more than 8 songs.

That quiet, warm optimism you can hear in every word and even in that fuckin'...I don't know, panflute synth?...in "Summerland" by half-alive. This song is like watching a sunset on a half-empty beach with all your closest friends, finally reveling in the warmth that you can only find in early June.

The rising, building vitriol of the two singers in "The Descent" by Bastille (the man is Dan Smith, the woman is Lily Moore). I LOVE songs where both singers are just fucking furious with each other it's so sexy, and Moore in particular kills it.

Changing the final line of "No Lullaby" by SIAMES from "Where's the love when you were left on your own?" to "Who said you're on your own?"-- in an album centered around broken homes, it's a nice way to end a song centered around familial abandonment on a hopeful note.

The way the last line of "Leaves in the River" by Sea Wolf is sung-- a soft, hopeful, almost wistful sigh of a man who's just fallen head over heels in love (or at least that's how I interpret it).

I just adore these two having shenanigans together 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

i see it now... jimmy adores his husband so much