Also “Watching this person who doesn’t know or care about me and is mostly only affable so I’ll give them money feels like hanging out with a friend” is creepy as fuck.

is it weird to anyone else that the reason people cited for engaging with streamers was the whole “it’s like hanging out with my friends” or because it felt more authentic than a professional media outlet but now that the big ones are so heavily sponsored and have such notoriety that they feel more like advertisers…

Alternate hot take, Twitch is a cesspool and has been losing plenty of product/their own influencers all on their own.

This is so silly and funny but I just have to say:

I’m sorry but this defense is bullshit. If your “rough sex” is so rough you KILLED SOMEONE, you are so bad at sex that you pose a danger to all future partners and should be locked up anyway. Despite what Hollywood movies would have you believe, it is actually very difficult to kill another able-bodied adult human…

Looks like the Ghost Twins raided Colin Baker’s TARDIS wardrobe.

So, I’m still here. I’m not doing great, but I’m here. I’ve been going to therapy which is very hard going. I’m doing quite a lot of avoidance with general life though, which isn’t ideal - shutting myself in my home and ignoring the world. I’m struggling at work but at least I’m biting my tongue around the people and…

And articles like this help me make an informed decision about which developers I support.

I hope you don’t hurt yourself reaching that far.

They clearly don’t want women’s money. So I’m not giving them any. 

(I kid, I kid)

“I laughed so hard that tears ran down my leg."

My step dad was born on Christmas day, and his 4 siblings are both a bit older than him and rude boomers. Every year at the family Christmas lunch, no one is allowed to refer to his birthday - he doesn’t get extra gifts or a cake. They also, every year, used to tell the story of how, because their mum had to go to…

I emigrated from the US to Scotland a long time ago and got basically adopted by lady whose friendship with my actual mother predates my existence by a decade. I call her Not Mum. Not Mum and I have an agreement re Christmas gifts that they fit in a stocking and are “under a fiver.” One time, she’d recently confessed…

My image focused, “Karen” of a sister stole one of my teenage son’s Christmas presents at my parents’ Christmas Eve gathering. He was in that awkward, angsty stage and this really bothered him. She thought it was super funny and refused to return it, even when I quietly took her aside and asked nicely. Nothing says…

The giver was my father, not me, but this is still a great story.

For Christmas when I was around 12, my parents put a huge bag of cotton balls in my stocking. I had to pretend they were from Santa for my little sister’s sake, but I looked at my parents, puzzled and asked, “I wonder what these are for.” My dad explained, “I don’t know, but maybe in case you need to fill out your bra…

She’s a full grown adult who’s only limitations are the ones she puts on herself.

I mean, between him saying it was “fun,” and being a Peeping Tom on his brother having sex with his girlfriends, and being a middle schooler (a goddam 7th grader) having what was almost certainly unprotected sex, and how he talks about it so casually...Yech.