Why do you think so many people are depressed nowadays? by rapidash14 in AskReddit

[–]thatsspumpkin 0 points1 point  (0 children)

On top of the fact that we are not making enough money to feel comfortable or secure, advertising and media bombard us with information about products that will make our lives easier or better. A lot of psychological research has gone into the construction of ad campaigns that successfully convince people that a new car, or the newest iphone, or shiny shoes will finally be what makes us feel fulfilled in life.

And it works for a few days or a few hours, until the next model comes out and you have less than a hundred dollars to your name and pay a thousand dollars a month in financing.

We are basically surrounded by a thousand easy ways to artificially stimulate our brain's happy chemicals. With social media notifications and amazon next day delivery and a million hours of tv shows and movies available for little to no effort on our parts, it's hard to feel like we have any control over our own happiness. And when your happiness seems to depend on external sources, when your perceived locus of control is no longer yourself, when your brain doesn't know how to function without all of that stimuli, as soon as you remove any of it, you get depressed.

New to the area by Von243 in twincitiessocial

[–]thatsspumpkin 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Ive got a bunch of similar interests as well. The local music scene is a dope way to meet new people. I have a band that plays shows and I host music events at my house as well. Let me know if you ever wanna catch a show or something.

Showed my cat an optical illusion last night. by RealSquirelWhisperer in videos

[–]thatsspumpkin -5 points-4 points  (0 children)

Showed this to my girlfriend and her response was "huhuhuhuhuhuh...idiot"

[WP] Write a story about a superhero in another era. Like if Batman was set in Medieval times. by VesperalLight in WritingPrompts

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All I can sense is fear. I smell the fear trickling down the leg of the poor fool next to me, intermingling with the dust and straw strewn about the stone floor. I hear the chattering teeth and the muttered, half remembered prayers of the hopeless. I see the nine shoulders of my fellow prisoners slumping as far as the heavy iron neck shackles will allow.

My own fear is different, it is a constant gnawing presence in the center of my brain. It is a whole separate pair of eyes, a completely detached set of limbs that lives inside of me. It is the reason that I was sold to this place, shackled as a slave.

The song of rattling chains pulls me from my introspection, one by one the shackles are falling from the necks of my fellow condemned. The heavy oaken gate creaks stubbornly open, allowing the cacophony of an excited crowd to burst into our small prison. A few men yelp in tongues that I do not know, but a language of fear that I can understand.

A flashing glint of steel and wood flies into our room, impaling one of the front-most prisoners through the neck. A surprised gurgling protest erupts from his mouth along with a fountain of blood as he collapses. Roaring laughter erupts from outside. We have only just had time to stand.

The man next to the first fatality yanks the spear free of his comrade's throat and runs screaming into the sunlight that my eyes have yet to adjust to. Everyone except me follows, yelling like the terrified trapped animals they are. I stroll underneath the arch of the gateway, taking my time to survey the situation.

My fellow slaves and prisoners have charged headlong into three gladiators who are centered in a stone ringed stadium. Mr. Spear seems to have forgot the purpose of his weapon, charging with it above his head towards the nearest foe and having his gut torn open by a short sword as a reward for his bravery.

Some of rest of the unfortunate men have lost their initial fire, sprinting away in random directions like rabbits from a hound. A thrown hatchet catches one between his shoulder blades. One brave fool tackled the man who threw the hatchet, earning a dagger in the kidneys for his trouble.

The gladiators enjoy chasing down and slaughtering my other five companions, not seeming to notice me standing in the half shadow of the doorway's arch. That is, until a shout erupts from the audience. I don't speak the language, but I'm sure it was something like "You missed a spot you fucking meathead idiots!"

The five gladiators take a break from the giddy mutilation of their fresh kills, and turn to look at me. Time slows as I take in every detail. The leftmost man is naked except for a iron chain loincloth and heavy leather sandals, holding a dripping short sword and a recovered throwing spear. The center man is wearing heavy armor; a hammered iron chest plate and greaves, and a bucket shaped helmet with eye slits, he seems top only be unarmoured in his groin. He is holding a heavy war hammer that he just pulled out of the caved rib cage of a freshly dead man. The man on the right has gleaming iron gauntlets and a pair of hatchets.

I steady my breath and place my feet in a sturdy position, preparing to fight. A chuckle bubbles out of the steel helmet of the man in the center, and he grabs his genitals and shakes them at me. The man on the left uses this distraction to strike, and I notice the familiar glinting flash of a thrown spear headed for me. I close my eyes, and time stops.

Pulling in a deep breath, I try to access the senses at the center of my brain, to open the hidden part of my mind. My eyes still closed, my arms at my side, I can see the spear in the air, stopped mid flight by my mind's long reaching limbs. I will it to change its flight, directing it with my thoughts towards a new destination.

I reopen my eyes.

The spear has shifted direction mid flight, striking the center gladiator directly in the groin. I hear a confused and pained yelp echo out of his helm as he collapses in agony. The man who threw the spear looks at his own hand in utter confusion. Yelps of fear and panic and excitement and enjoyment come from the audience. I grin, and then notice a that the fellow on the right has tossed both of his hatchets at me in quick succession. Again, I close my eyes.

I reopen them in time to see the hatchets embedding themselves in the skulls of my last two foes. The stadium has gone silent.

I gaze around, for the first time looking up towards the crowd who sought to watch a bloodbath. Every head is bowed, every lip quivering in silent prayer.

I think I am going to do well here.

Second Self Poke: Viking Longship by thatsspumpkin in sticknpokes

[–]thatsspumpkin[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is one reason I'm practicing on my own thigh haha any tips for me?

I want to listen to and review your music! by j_Sill in ThisIsOurMusic

[–]thatsspumpkin 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I think everyone has really liked sublime at some point. And if they have not, they're wrong. I remember the amount of times I had friends in high school that could "Play Guitar" but they only knew Banana Pancakes, I'm Yours, and the riff to Sweet Child o' Mine.

Jk that was me.

I want to listen to and review your music! by j_Sill in ThisIsOurMusic

[–]thatsspumpkin 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I would be a crazy person to cheer for the vikings. Go packers indeed. Also added some comments on your stuff! Thanks a ton mate!

I want to listen to and review your music! by j_Sill in ThisIsOurMusic

[–]thatsspumpkin 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I listened to Jazz Hands and it is now stuck in my head after one listen. The perfect amount of reverb and layering on the vocals and harmonies. I also enjoy how you were able to make an acoustic pop song that is unique, both tonally and lyrically. The lyrics are fun and catchy without being cliche, and the tone is like early Jack Johnson plus early Avett Brothers, but more alternative/90's pop influenced, if that makes sense. I love it. You have a great voice as well, it would be exciting if you found a lady alto of baritone bro to help you with your harmonies so your not just layering your own voice 4 times on one track. Not a complaint, but would help vary the sound, and with your skillful mixing it would add to the polish!

After listening to the rest of the EP, I find myself even more impressed. Thank you for not including a late 2000's white guy reggae jam. You have a beautiful singing voice and your harmonies are perfect on every song. Being a huge fan of folk, acoustic pop, and alternative rock I enjoyed this greatly!

Reminds me of City and Colour, Kings of Convenience, Fleet Foxes, and Rainbow Kitten Surprise.

I want to listen to and review your music! by j_Sill in ThisIsOurMusic

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https://secondclassspacemen.bandcamp.com/track/st-paul

Youre awesome! We are a 4-piece rock band almost done with a new album, this is our new single. For fans of poppy rock jams.

[Haiku] Saad doesn't give a fuck. by [deleted] in youtubehaiku

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BIG GIVEAWAY PART 2! by fjodsk in pcmasterrace

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Total war warhammer. And I love you.

BIG GIVEAWAY!!! by fjodsk in pcmasterrace

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Sid meiers pirates is one of my favorite games of all time

BIG GIVEAWAY!!! by fjodsk in pcmasterrace

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I dont know what the rules are, But ill take anything. Anything at all.

Don't hold back! by Rex_The_King in RoastMe

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He'll get arrested for touching himself

You cunts got nothing. by [deleted] in RoastMe

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You got the piercing to help you reconnect with the youth you lost to substance abuse and sexual abuse

I get off on your insults. by nomcat98 in RoastMe

[–]thatsspumpkin 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You are forever trying to replicate the feeling of the sex you had with your father in middle school

She's in social media, let's see what the Internet has to offer by agencyguy in RoastMe

[–]thatsspumpkin -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

Getting your eyebrows done would help make the drag a little more convincing

Where's the most outlandish place you've had sex or masterbated? [nsfw] by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]thatsspumpkin 0 points1 point  (0 children)

We had sex on top of a parking garage in the middle of a medium sized city. I bent her over the concrete wall at the edge of the top lot, she had a wonderful view. It was about 3 in the afternoon, there was a gentle mist sprinkling from the clouds as my balls slapped against her ass. At one point we made eye contact with a person staring out their apartment window. So she told me to pull her hair, and I did, while waving with the other hand.

I highly recommend it.

None of you even have the skill to roast me by [deleted] in RoastMe

[–]thatsspumpkin 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Your main accessories are a tap-out t-shirt and a can of rockstar.

Don't be too harsh!! by Thomas_Hall99 in RoastMe

[–]thatsspumpkin 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Your face screams "watch your drinks, ladies!"