skaylanphear:

keezybees:

Taproot is a graphic novel by a queer creator, published by Lion Forge. It’s a supernatural romance about a ghost and a gardener, and it’s all-ages friendly–though it does deal with death, and it features adult characters and YA themes. 

There are ghost gays in Taproot but no buried gays 

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💚 Link

This is a very, very cute comic and y’all should read it. Put some positivity back in your life 😀

So what’s your take on the current situation with Nintendo going on a warpath with ROM sites and shutting some of the bigger ones down? You’re following Nintendo pretty keenly, so I figure you’ve got an opinion on it, but I don’t think I’ve seen any yet.

captainsnoop:

nintendo is pretty much the only big company that actually cares about people pirating older games and they’re the only company that takes action against it.

like, Sega actually lets you upload romhacks to the Steam Workshop for their Genesis Classics collection. 

nobody that made those old games would see any of the money they’d make from a potential sale. the game was made 30 years ago and nobody kept proper records of who worked on what. the money for games like that just goes to “Nintendo,” the entity that exists solely in concept. 

pirating a NES or SNES game is a victimless crime and emulating those games is often the only way people CAN play those games anymore. nobody outside of Japan would have ever played Mother 3 if it weren’t for piracy and emulation.

plus there are games that just aren’t being sold anymore. you can only find used copies, and used copy sales don’t go to the developers. at that rate, you might as well just pirate and emulate the game. that logic doesn’t just apply to games from the 80s or 90s, either. there’s games being released NOW that are unplayable without emulation or piracy. 

You know the Konami Rebirth games? Gradius Rebirth, Castlevania Rebirth, and Contra Rebirth? As of this year, there are officially no ways to buy those games. The Wii Shop Channel is down and that was the only place you could buy them. If you want to play any of those games, you have two options:

Option 1: Find someone selling a Wii with the game already installed on it (no money goes to the developers)

Option 2: Pirate a digital copy and load it on your hacked Wii or in Dolphin (no money goes to the developers)

You see? We need emulation and piracy for the sake of preserving these games where there’s no other option. 

So for Nintendo to go after pirates and emulators AND offer no alternative, official method to play these games is just ludicrous. It’s just a dick-waving power move. This is literally just them flexing to “preserve the integrity of their brand.” 

And before anyone asks, no, I am not condoning piracy of all games. If there’s an official and reasonable option that supports the developers, you should take it. Always support artists.

But Companies? Companies that own the creations made by talented artists, that screw those artists out of their hard-earned money through poor record keeping and no regard for preservation of the art they’re selling as a product? Fuck companies. If the official options don’t exist, or the official option doesn’t actually support the people that made the game and just gets swallowed by “the company,” fuck it. Pirate the game. 

Here’s another example: the original Doom. Zenimax owns Bethesda owns Id Software owns Doom. That said, nobody who actually made the Doom that released in 1993 actually works at Id Software anymore. Everyone who made that game left. When you buy Doom, the money just gets swallowed by Zenimax, a company that did not make the game but owns the rights to sell the game. So fuck it. Steal Doom. Romero and Carmack encourage it. 

in short, if it directly benefits the developers pay for it whenever you can. if it doesn’t, fuck it. nobody at Konami is missing meals because you’re emulating a copy of Shattered Soldier on the PS2. 

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

lalunaunita:

reddit-tales:

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Wow.