I Am Guilty Of This. Academy Brain-rot Has Me Stating That We Should Hear The Voices Of The Oppressed

An alphabet I made to celebrate the UK paperback edition of my book 'The Little Wooden Robot and the Log Princess' which came out yesterday.

Some lucky independent bookshops have been sent signed copies of this to give out. I'm not sure how how you'd find one: just ask, maybe.

Or you can download a copy to colour yourself at: www.tomgauld.com/colouring

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I wasn’t tripping! There’s a game with the exact concept of op in which you and a friend have to fight over who has the tallest tower using magic cards. I played this a lot as a kid and after making the deepest search of one (1) google search, i found it: the name’s Castlewars, and it’s on Kongregate.

ES6 will feature a quest featuring two wizards who live in opposing towers who both hate each other because the others tower is taller and they keep using magic to make their own taller. You can solve their issue in several ways. By killing one or both of them, or you can blow up both of their wizard towers so that nobody has the tallest. Or you can join in on their pettiness and build your own very tall wizard tower.

two guys having a conversation about their friend who uses any pronouns but they're very clearly trying to outdo each other in obscurity with each pronoun used

UHMMM THERE *IS*??? It's called Rowing with the Wind (1988). Iirc there's another one called Gothic (1986) but I haven't watched that one.

when most people see frankenstein stuff in stores during halloween season they’re totally normal about it. but when i see frankenstein stuff in the stores i get up on the shelves and start howling because i know that little green dude is the direct product of an angsty goth teenager writing highly intellectual prose in imitation of her historical philosopher parents while her groupie sister is being impregnated by lord byron in the next room after stalking him across the continent after his divorce and her boyfriend percy is tripping balls on his kidney disease medicine (opium) and hallucinating dead naked women while trying to avoid polidori the 20 y/o doctor who challenged him to a duel (also the inventor of the first vampire novel in the english language after a story he stole from byron told that very same night but made gayer out of revenge even thoug-

You know. Some people could really stand to get more comfortable with the idea of “you shouldn’t say that because it’s mean”. Especially with really common body shaming and straight up bullying lines.

“You shouldn’t make ugly bald jokes because what if a transman on T sees it!”

“You shouldn’t make virgin jokes because what if someone who’s asexual sees it!”

How about you just don’t make them because they’re mean. How about people can be balding or a virgin for a number of reasons and also don’t deserve to be routinely made fun of. How about saying that the reason you shouldn’t make x joke because it spares x specific identity’s feelings also let’s them know that you actually have no problem saying or thinking bald people are ugly or virgins are stupid or etc but you’re just not saying it in front of them. How about you understand this kind of body shaming and bullying especially in a very public setting online are always going to have way more unintended damage to people who did nothing wrong than damage to the person you’re upset with.

Sometimes the best reason to not make a bad joke like that is because it’s fucking mean.

Have you ever found a writing or a drawing you don't remember making? Well I found a poem written two years ago that I must've left as a draft. I don't know how it was supposed to end, what the meaning was supposed to be, the person (or thing?) I'm adressing, or even the theme. I don't know how to feel about this ngl.

Hey,

There's a comfy space in my mind, I've made room for you. We can hug and eat cookies or we can just talk about the rain- about this strange weather that covers the moon with a grainy filter. About the pictures you took of me when I wasn’t looking. Hey, Sometimes I feel like I don't know you, and I love that because it means you are you and I am me. Like when you admire someone so much you don't want to be them, you want them to be themselves. Hey, I just want to be with you so I can tell you how I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I love you so much that I almost forgot.

Aquest és un petit poema visual que vaig fer farà un any i que mai vaig posar en imatges (fins ara). 

Alteritat

Si dins d'un mar d'estrelles

tu fossis aquella altra,

si no et trobessis en les fotos de l'habitació,

si no sabessis com s'encén el llum,

com et sentiries?

Et perseguirien fantasmes d'entre les mantes?

Buscaries diaris en els calaixos?

O ballaries amb el desconegut?