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Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa
Finished the beading on this mask this weekend - so excited for the last few pieces to arrive so I can call this done, dusted, and ready for ren fest season! 👑😈💫
#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH#WELL DONE#passes resident intense kiy nerd peer review#obviously the mask is the stand-out but that /crown/ too...#the king in yellow (novel)#(well short story but the tag is already established)#things enjoyed
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In honor of the Ides of March, my favorite Tiktok
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LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED
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“The old magic persists thanks to it’s unfathomable power.”
No, the old magic persists because the new magic can’t run the legacy spells I need to do my job, and keeps trying to install spirits I don’t want or need onto my orb.
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I have been thinking a lot about what a cancer diagnosis used to mean. How in the ‘80s and ‘90s, when someone was diagnosed, my parents would gently prepare me for their death. That chemo and radiation and surgery just bought time, and over the age of fifty people would sometimes just. Skip it. For cost reasons, and for quality of life reasons. My grandmother was diagnosed in her early seventies and went directly into hospice for just under a year — palliative care only. And often, after diagnosis people and their families would go away — they’d cash out retirement or sell the house and go live on a beach for six months. Or they’d pay a charlatan all their savings to buy hope. People would get diagnosed, get very sick, leave, and then we’d hear that they died.
And then, at some point, the people who left started coming back.
It was the children first. The March of Dimes and Saint Jude set up programs and my town would do spaghetti fundraisers and raffles and meal trains to support the family and send the child and one parent to a hospital in the city — and the children came home. Their hair grew back. They went back to school. We were all trained to think of them as the angelic lost and they were turning into asshole teens right in front of our eyes. What a miracle, what a gift, how lucky we are that the odds for several children are in our favor!
Adults started leaving for a specific program to treat their specific cancer at a specific hospital or a specific research group. They’d stay in that city for 6-12 months and then they’d come home. We fully expected that they were still dying — or they’d gotten one of the good cancers. What a gift this year is for them, we’d think. How lucky they are to be strong enough to ski and swim and run. And then they didn’t stop — two decades later they haven’t stopped. Not all of them, but most of them.
We bought those extra hours and months and years. We paid for time with our taxes. Scientists found ways for treatment to be less terrible, less poisonous, and a thousand times more effective.
And now, when a friend was diagnosed, the five year survival odds were 95%. My friend is alive, nearly five years later. Those kids who miraculously survived are alive. The adults who beat the odds are still alive. I grew up in a place small enough that you can see the losses. And now, the hospital in my tiny hometown can effectively treat many cancers. Most people don’t have to go away for treatment. They said we could never cure cancer, as it were, but we can cure a lot of cancers. We can diagnose a lot of cancers early enough to treat them with minor interventions. We can prevent a lot of cancers.
We could keep doing that. We could continue to fund research into other heartbreaks — into Long Covid and MCAS and psych meds with fewer side effects and dementia treatments. We could buy months and years, alleviate the suffering of our neighbors. That is what funding health research buys: time and ease.
Anyway, I’m preaching to the choir here. But it is a quiet miracle what’s happened in my lifetime.
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Language Settings: Shavian Alphabet
𐑩𐑗𐑰𐑝𐑥𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑩𐑯𐑤𐑭𐑒𐑑!
𐑮𐑦𐑓𐑲𐑯𐑦𐑙 𐑞 𐑦𐑙𐑜𐑤𐑦𐑖 𐑤𐑨𐑙𐑜𐑢𐑦𐑡
𐑕𐑑𐑦𐑤 𐑿𐑟𐑦𐑟 ·𐑤𐑨𐑑𐑩𐑯 𐑞𐑴!
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Unclean
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In the club
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If H P Lovecraft’s classic tale of unknowable horrors isn’t eldritch enough for you already, now you can read “The Colour out of Space” in the Shavian alphabet!
#delighted by this. excellent interest crossover.#I had a modified shavian as the Imperium's canonical phonetic alphabet for a very long time#and can still read and write from that period#also: EVERYONE SHOULD LEARN SHAVIAN. JUST DO IT. IT'S EASIER THAN YOU THINK.#shavian alphabet#ŝava alfabeto#𐑖𐑱𐑝𐑾𐑯
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I come from a culture that has no nudity taboo - nudity is not considered inherently sexual, or somehow traumatising to witness. What that means in practice is that there is a clearly drawn line between sexual and non-sexual nudity. There is nothing wrong or inappropriate about nudity in a sexual context, and nothing wrong or inappropriate about nudity in a non-sexual context. However, it is 100% inappropriate to be nude in a situation where it is not obvious from context whether this is sexual or not.
I've seen random kids who briefly escaped from their parents bolt across a public park buck-ass naked after they were playing in the water fountain and their parents were in the middle of changing their kid from wet clothes to dry clothes when the small nudist escaped. Changing your small kid's clothes right there in public is ok because there is obviously nothing sexual about a child whose clothes got wet. But although people will have baby pictures of their kids in the bath or just running around the house like that because sometimes little apes hate clothes for some reason, it's considered common sense to not share those pictures on facebook mom groups and such, because you have no way of knowing who's seeing them, and that blurs the line of context.
It all boils down to the clearly defined context. Bathing nude in the same sauna with five of your co-workers at the office christmas party? Clearly nonsexual, therefore completely fine. Your friend-with-benefits inviting you to come over and opening the door in nothing but a doggy collar and the most porn-scented perfume? Clearly sexual, therefore completely fine. A woman checking her breasts for lumps in the gym lockers just before or after a shower? Clearly non-sexual, therefore completely fine.
But if you went to the bank today and there's some guy who walks in and immediately strips naked, doing his banking business wearing nothing but a deep smile and being clearly very content with this situation, you have no way of telling whether he's getting kicks out of this or not. There is no contextual reason for him to be nude. Therefore, that is inappropriate.
Then you go home and post on tumblr - as one does - going like "there was some dude completely fucking buck-ass naked in the bank today. That was fucking weird and I wish he had not done that." And someone immediately swoops into inform you that actually nudity is not inherently sexual or inappropriate, and there are cultures out there that have no nudity taboo. It's not fair to call somebody a freak for something like that, maybe that guy was just finnish.
#this is quite interesting!#writing references#that’s also just kind of the life reference tag by now
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The US having an entire city in the middle of the desert dedicated entirely to gambling sounds like a thing other countries would make up about the US as a joke but its real and no one bats an eye at it
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Not part of the usual content, I just want to raise awareness about the disgusting thing happening in Greece the past two years.
On Febuary 28th 2023, a crash between two trains happened at Tempi. It was a head-on collision because they had been going on the same rail in opposite directions for 12 whole minutes. Set a timer for 12 minutes and just sit there not knowing you are headed to your death.
57 people lost their life. Most of them college students. Among them were a pregnant woman and her husband heading back to their hometown of Thessaloniki to announce their pregnancy to their parents. They never got there. The last message her mother sent her was "Πάρε με όταν φτάσεις" (Call me when you get home). They will never see each other again.
The only surviving passenger of the first wagon is still in a comma today. Adonis Georgiadis, the minister of labor of the current government, dared suggest that he has been wasting government resources while in the hospital.
The thing is that most of the victims came from the explosion that followed the crash and not the actual collison. But still, two years later, all experts agree that the materials the train had documented carrying were not nearly enough to create an explosion of this magnitude.
Before enough evidence was collected and any type of punishment or responsibility was assigned, the government poured concrete all over the crime scene under the guise of trying to get the county's railroad system back up and running.
This action has hindered the courts attempts to collect evidence to solve the case. But the site was not the only piece of evidence conveniently altered or destroyed. Still, today, the court assigned this case is looking for videos of this God forsaken train that passed through various train stations with fully working security systems, and somehow, none of them have any recordings of it. The only video surfaced just this week, two years later. Voice records from the phones of the victims screaming and crying for help were put into cds, and they were destroyed. They were found in the court's trash can with staplers through them, making them unreadable and thus useless. Even though the county's emergency line was called various times from the site, all the recordings of the calls, that they are obligated to record, but one are somehow nowhere to be found. The specific judge assigned the case lost their child after uncovering a significant piece of evidence that was never released to the public. The parents of the victims have reported attempts to bribe them in order to either drop their charges or delete social media posts and official statements regarding the case.
Apart from the corrupt government destroying evidence because they are trying to cover something up, their statements to the media have been nothing sort of disgusting and dismissive. Specifically, the prime minister of the country, Kiriakos Mitsotakis, said multiple times on multiple news segments that he does not know more about the case than the public and that that's how he believes it should be, in an attempt to avoid questions regarding assigning responsibilities and the accusations that the government is trying to cover something up. The minister of labor disgustingly stated that the lawyer representing the victim's families, a political opponent of theirs, is obsessed with this "accident" being labeled as a crime because if it is, her compensation would skyrocket. What Adonis Georgiadis failed to mention is that she is doing it for free.
Their supporters with any kind of power try to suppress the people protesting as well. This week, attendees at a basketball game chanted about the tragedy, blaming the government. "Γ*μω τον Μιτσοτάκη, γ*μω την πολιτεία, δεν ήτανε ατύ��ημα ήταν δολοφονία" (F*ck Mitsotakis, f*ck the government, it wasn't an accident it was murder). The players clearly stated that they were not bothered and infact agreed. The referees, on the other hand, stopped the game and refused to continue unless the protesters were evacuated, effectively silencing them.
These sad excuses of human beings are still governing Greece and not serving justice two years later. That's why the Greek people have organized marches on Febuary 28th in every single major city to demand justice. Most schools are being siezed by students for the day. Most working people are going on strike. Most businesses will be closed for the day. All these are happening as the minimal form of respect paid to the victims and to join the marches.
We know they are going to downplay the number of people that join in the marches as they have done in the past. We know that the police will attempt to break it up. We know it is going to be a long way to justice, but we are all willing to fight for it. United under the phrases that have hunted us these past two years. "Δεν έχω οξυγόνο" (I don't have any oxygen). "Πάρε με όταν φτάσεις" (Call me when you get home). "Δεν ήταν ατύχημα ήταν δολοφονία" (It wasn't an accident it was murder).
If you are in Greece, try to join the protests and stay safe. Wear a jacket with hood to protect your skin from any chemicals. Have surgical masks, ideally K-95, and Malox at hand to stay safe from the tear gases. Don't go to the protests alone, and make sure to help people in need if you can. Look out for hostile police officers and, if possible, for kids or teenagers that join because there will be many.
#very far from Greece but WHAT THE FUCK#somehow this is the first I’m hearing of this horror.#wishing luck to the protesters and sending support from the other side of the world#greece#tempi
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You know how Quincey definitely ate some folks in WWI (whoops)? What would be real effed up is if the first person he ate was Scott. Your bestie is bleeding out in your arms and you try to kiss it better even though you know you're not gonna and unfortunately this Awakens Something In You. On top of all the grief and horrors of war you suddenly have to deal with Oh No, He's Delicious.
(I don't think this necessarily works at all but the thought came to me in the night and I felt the need to share)
AHHHHHHHHHH
Welp, thank you for breaking my heart 💔💔💔 and Quincey’s 🥺
(So Scott has Second Sight, so the bits with Blue are when he's Seeing the future)
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Happy Valentine's Day! 💔💔💔
#you. you. you /didn't./#NO.#oh quincey quincey quincey no#and SCOTT#I've somehow gotten really attached to him despite having seen only snatches#the soldier and the solicitor
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when i say i’m from ukraine, people assume i live somewhere else now. when i say i live in ukraine, they assume i’m somehow immune to war, and there’s a logical division between a ukrainian they chat with on discord and a ukrainian on the news. bitches my yaoi is written from the bomb shelter
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Download everything and keep it safe in a clay jar
If you too feel uneasy about the state of the world, and you too worry about losing access to one of the greatest knowledge treasure of the internet,
Know that you can download an offline copy of Wikipedia!
1. Download the free and open source software Kiwix (this will be your reader): https://kiwix.org/en/applications/
2. If you want smaller versions of Wikipedia, you can download them within Kiwix.
3. Once you have downloaded a database, click on "Opened" on the left > database you want to search > "Open Main Page" on the right.
5. If you want the full English version of Wikipedia (110GB), you might want to download it from the torrent file instead. Install a torrent client of your choice (I use Transmission).
Then, go to this page, click on "Download - 109.89 GB" blue button on the first result (size may vary overtime), then select "Torrent file": https://library.kiwix.org/#lang=eng&category=wikipedia
7. Once the download is completed, open your Wikipedia `.zim` file with Kiwix!
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