NakariLexfortaine

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[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 5 points 12 hours ago

Xenogears deserves the FF7 treatment, damn near. They'd have to straight up recreate the second disc that was absolutely butchered into what we got.

Now, if we can get that rolling, can we also throw Saga into the mix? Please? Fuck, just pretty up the front half in an emulator, but give us the proper ending. 3 totally redone, in it's original design, and a complete 4th chapter.

Tell these stories right, the way they were meant to be told.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 5 points 15 hours ago (1 children)

I can kinda see something in it, looking at it in a very abstract way.

The man tried to capture nature, and failed. Capturing the butterfly didn't make him happy, but being in that pond, being a frog? Happy.

Don't try to capture nature, but be a part of it.

Also don't look for meaning in AI artwork, I feel like a burn-out in the back of a college philosophy course.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 57 points 21 hours ago (1 children)

"Can my husband drink my milk"

I'm assuming this is about breast milk, but all I can think of is someone losing their absolute shit because their partner drank from the wrong carton of milk.

"I WROTE MY NAME ON IT, MICHAEL! MY NAME! IT'S MY PROPERTY! YOU'VE STOLEN A GLUG OF MILK! THAT'S ILLEGAL!"

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 12 points 3 days ago

Only if there's a 6-hour unskipable praise session towards the Enkindlers.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 10 points 4 days ago

The correct term is "baculum".

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 33 points 4 days ago* (last edited 4 days ago) (2 children)

He was a neckbeard, a woman beat him up, it's a play on "malady".

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 1 points 5 days ago

Have we figured out which of the 5 will make us their bitch yet?

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 2 points 5 days ago

Did you remove it from the environment?

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 38 points 5 days ago

This is one of those questions you ask, and let sit for months. Long enough that most of the table has started to forget you ever asked.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 5 points 5 days ago

How about instead of coming in and being a dick in someone's thread, you post things to encourage what you're looking for?

No, it must just be easier to smell your own shit in the garden than finding a toilet.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 23 points 5 days ago

"Your Impostor Syndrome Made Flesh" is for everyone.

Though reactions may vary between mental breakdown and "I've wanted to punch my demons since birth".

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 5 points 5 days ago (1 children)

Maybe with some breakfast filling. Maybe.

Has anyone tried this with Toaster Strudels?

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submitted 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago) by NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee to c/poetry@lemmy.world
 

There once was a house,

In which you were allowed to play.

To rest,

To lay,

To love,

You were forever welcomed within its halls.

There was a house,

And there were many locked doors,

But you were okay,

Helping the owner open them.

There was a house,

And behind one of those doors,

Was found a rose,

Wilting,

Dying,

Under a glass dome.

There was a house,

And the owner wanted to renovate

Not much to the outside,

But the rooms they had found,

They had so much more.

There was a house,

And when you came,

It was with fear,

For you did not see

What the house wanted to be.

You tried to not let it show,

To buy materials to help

To give advice where you could,

But could not hide the quiet.

There was a house,

But you began going to others,

And when you came,

You told the house how lovely they were.

You spoke of their wallpaper, their carpets, of how everything works so well.

As you stood on everything new,

Using the old words for me.

There was a house,

Now it is less

A strewn mass of rubble,

That you skip happily down.

Running your hands down faded walls,

You pay lip service,

As you pass the rose,

part of the centerpiece of what this house was to be.

You never see the roots,

As they climb down the table,

Wrap around all around them,

Pull everything tighter,

Together.

You complain as you prick your finger,

Dancing down the thorns,

How dare this house hurt you?

There was a house,

And the echoes still ring down the halls,

Of the name you call.

Those echoes fill every room,

Surround all that you claim to hold dear,

Because you can’t see,

That Rose is also here.

There was a house,

But there is a garden now.

I wish you could see it,

To call it beautiful,

To lay among the flowers,

To call their petals soft.

There is a garden,

But that does not mean the house has gone away.

 

Came across these three Bandai Quick model kits while out and about. They looked adorable, so they came home and got built.

Honestly great for beginners/kids! Pieces pop out of the frame easily, they're fairly easy to click together, and decently solid for snap-togethers. You can at least pick them up without everything falling apart, though Mew is finicky about staying upright in its stand. Young kids would probably need help with the stickers, and maybe with getting the eye pieces slotted into place.

Going to keep my eyes out for the rest of the line, now.

 
 

My wife surprised me with the two-piece Mothman and the NB placard she found at an event as an early birthday present! She got me the trans heart last year.

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