Shiny-Z-23

reminding myself of this

FireRed & LeafGreen Glitches are basically DLC YouTube video by Papa Jefé

My friend, allow me the pleasure of welcoming you to the wonderful world of arbitrary code execution.
youtu.be/v_JfJ0WS07U?...

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are rushing towards each other, with a narrative text above each, with an arrow pointing at each fox respectively. Narration above Green: Heat-seeking behaviour Narration above Blue: Attention-guided missile The foxes reach each other, swirling together like liquid or koi fish. Narration: Impact! Curling up together, coiled around each other in a tight cuddle, the foxes rest, calm and content. Narration: Equilibrium

I'd love to see the history of specific cards throughout the years. Maybe even some stuff on collector's value. I know there was a controversy concerning a Japanese performer and Kadabra specifically, so I wonder if that'd be a good place to start.

I recommend looking through some keywords on your cards "Fur Hire" and see if any are generic enough to allow merging with deck archetypes you may like? Like Tri-Brigade, or possibly X-Sabers.
I dunno, I play Batteryman, another rogue archetype, so I got some experience.

You can look at deckbuilding stuff online, but most of it is pretty sweaty and you'll end up keeping, like, 5 cards Fur Hire you don't even like that much just to make room for 3 draw engines, 4 floodgates, and non-thematic stuff just to stop solitaire combos.

Mewbert, a black cat, confused and held up by Gustopher, an alligator and son, sitting on the arm and shoulder of August, also an alligator, wearing their now legendary pink "Man Shirt" which has the words written in swirly text.

Next up is Mewbert, Gustopher, and August from "Gator Days" by @fieldexplores.bsky.social though, honestly, there's a lot of characters but these silly gators (and cat) will do for now!

#mewdsart #sfw #fanart

I note saying that I believe that even if you think you have no artistic skill, I'd rather see your effort than your A.I.

In today's installment of Old Lady Yells At Clouds:

Fun fact about me!

You all have NO IDEA how often this happens to me...

Since you come from the mean streets of Boston, I can't wait for you to agree or throw things at the TV in response to the clam chowder discussion.

for me it was the fact that the author is one of the main driving forces behind the global movement to kill my trans friends and erase their existence

hope that helps

Kermit the frog sitting on a log surrounded by flowers Text: "what radicalised you?" empathy bro, literally just wanting people to be treated like human beings

Finally some good news today! Thanks @bumblesmcfumbles.bsky.social ! They don't call you Jack "Able To Make Someone Happy Using Simorgh" Lastname for nothing!

This is the video that makes me famous. Calling it now.

Pointy Stick of Destiny

I could not sleep when I saw that twist. I legit stayed up the whole night binging the show just to have closure. And I had work the next day. AND I was living out of my car in the middle of my first winter at the time.
Honestly...worth it.

This is the new "Get Out Of My Fucking Timeline" :D

I'm ending 2025 in a kinda...bleak mindset. Things will get better in 2026, though. They have to...I need them to...please...

(16/END) This is just a grim punctuation mark for how awful this year's been. It started out great, I went to Disney World and later went to Sakuracon in Seattle...and now I'm scrounging up cash for another Sakuracon trip and worried I'll come up short.

(15/16) Roomie's mom can't even go up stairs without help now. All because of some horrible excuse for a human being with a "don't tread on me" truck and a bad attitude (and poor voting choices). His truck got a busted bumper and light. Mom's SUV was T-boned. And he insulted HER first.

(14/16) I wish I could provide more for the family than the chunk I take out of my paycheck every week. Stuff just...HAPPENS to them. Because of terrible people.
Case in point, the week (the DAY) I get "can't go to work" sick, some asshole hits the mom's car and kills it. She has bruised ribs.

(13/16) I have a new family. My old family was...dysfunctional, because everyone was selfish but especially my mother. Narcissistic personality disorder ain't no one's fool.
In this family, we're all on the spectrum, we're all aware, but we at least have the balls to admit it and hopefully move on.

(12/16) Instead of $15/hr at the college, I was back to minumum wage (in Florida): $14/hr. Two whole dollars extra...to counteract the new higher rent I was paying.
And even worse, I find out that this won't be just a stopgap. Not without breaking someone's heart.
I'm staying in Florida...again.

(11/16) The next month (Sept-Oct) was spent on two states of unemployment (and getting pennies for it), my savings getting drained for distractions with new roommate's nerd stuff, and begging my old job to re-employ me.
Thankfully I was reinstated...but starting at nothing. No old vacation days.

(10/16) Monday came, time for the new job. Dressed in uniform, Google Maps my way there, I look around...talk to people...and it turns out my company's contract expired the week that I moved, one week after the transfer was successful.
I was essentially laid off and stranded.

(9/16) I did not, in fact, have everything planned out.
I made my transfer. I confirmed it. I packed all I could. I drove my car (which I own now and not then) from TN to Florida. After accidentally food-poisoning myself with Tennessee milk.
When I got to the new home...the toilet was my friend.

(8/16) I found out I can transfer to Florida in my job. According to my boss's boss, it was easy to do. I found a state college near where an FL friend lived. I was already sure I would live with his family as a stopgap until I went to live with another friend in Ohio. I had everything planned out.

(7/16) School year starts again, everyone is happy, the school loves and appreciates me and almost remembers my name, but my roomie drops the ball. My stay was never meant to be as long as it was. But life was just that. And now we needed to move on. Make new plans. Go our separate ways. As friends.

(6/16) I made $12/hr doing this...but I was guaranteed 40 hours a week every week. 2 extra when I took my mop and rags home to clean for the weekend. Better money. Acceptable money. Consistent.
Summer was less consistent. Sometimes we had all the supplies. Sometimes we had nothing. No wax, no work.