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say what you want about the switch 2 but leave my beautiful wife 3.5mm headphone jack out of it i’m so happy for her she deserves this moment <3

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Pokemon Figure Sets made by SecretGeeks

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Like to charge. Reblog to cast.

mercy seems like a long shot here, so my prayer for inauguration day 2025: may they be incompetent. may they just be really bad at implementation. may their egos choke their effectiveness. may they drown themselves week by week with infighting and selfish posturing. may they be easily distracted. may the very governors and senators and agencies and religious leaders that the new administration expects to be friendly force endless stalemates to preserve their own power. may every delay turn into a three ring blame circus so chaotic that no one remembers what they were doing. may the good and necessary parts of government be too boring to draw attention and keep running quietly in the background. may the next four years be full of sound and fury and signify nothing.

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Dante illustration from Before The Nightmare (his fight with Balrog)

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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One thousand, four hundred, and sixty one days.

Four years.

I wanted a reminder so that way when things seem like they're going completely off the rails- this is not forever. We can fight them every step of the way. We can help out our neighbors and take every win we can.

One day at a time. I have to believe that we can get through this and build something better in the process. One fucking day at a time.

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Encounters with ICE are expected increase in the US soon. You should know what to do.

ICE agents call themselves police but are not police. They use administrative warrants which are not judicial warrants and do not allow them to enter your home or vehicle. Like vampires, do not open the door or let them in.

Source:

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For the record, I would never knowingly use or share AI generated art in anything I post, so if you ever catch me doing so, it was an accident, and I'd like you to let me know so I can delete it.

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TUMBLR 101: a helpful guide for tiktok refugees

are YOU a former tiktok user trying to learn how to use tumblr to fill the void the american tiktok ban is leaving in your soul? here are some things you should know, from someone who’s going on their eighth year on this hellsite:

1. you can say anything on here. gone are the days of having to use words like “unalive” and “seggs.” murder! kill! sex! fuck! speak your mind!

2. there is a community for you on here. regardless of what you’re into or however small the fandom is, you have a place here. at least one other person will have heard of your weird obscure interest. strike up a conversation!

3. followers don’t matter. tumblr is one of the last remaining social media sites in which your number of followers means absolute jack shit. this can be disorienting at first, but once you lean into the fact that everyone on this website is equal, it’s very freeing. clout means nothing here.

4. similarly, you can post at any time. while tiktok has an algorithm that favors certain times, tumblr has no such algorithm. post whatever you want, whenever you want. every post has virtually the same chance at getting notes, regardless of when it is posted.

5. tags can have spaces between the words! this one is very exciting. tags can be a whole sentence. you can also use the tags to comment on someone’s post without actually adding onto the physical post itself (which is sometimes frowned upon and called “derailing” if you use this feature to bring up a completely different point other than the one that’s being made on the original post).

TL;DR: speak your mind, find your place, followers don’t matter, post anytime, have fun with tags!! tumblr is a wonderful site used to share things you’re excited about. be patient with yourself as you’re learning and have fun!

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Celine Darkiplier save me Celine Darkiplier

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Not Just A Fairytale

The Thieves Guild had said that these Realms were off limits for generations, but none of the Elder's had explained just why that was so to the younger. Just had said there was a good reason no one went to the Dragon Realms anymore, after the last endeavor there had failed spectacularly.

There were stories of course, that were told to every new thief. About their nightmare, never named. Always spoken of with the same sort of fearful reverence one gives a force that's so much stronger then them. If anything had to be used always a pronoun.

He. Him.

Like some sort of vengeful force of nature or something. It was so infuriating that no one explained anything. They'd even forbidden travel to the Dragon Realm, had put the portal in a room that was forbidden to go into.

The door wasn't locked, as it was a thing of trust to not go in, there were legitimate dangers in the room. Potions that are volatile if jostled off the shelf, books of old magic that wasn't safe for 90% of magic users, among other things.

The portal still worked though, despite attempts to close it or otherwise shut it down, a little extra intent with the runes as they were re-carved and all was fixed. The Dragon Realm was….calm, warm. It was sunny and…peaceful. It felt like an easy target.

The thief slipped from the portal and after a moment to adjust to the light. Walked out into the soft grass, there was a lot more life around then they were used to. The Thieve's Den was mostly underground after all.

Then the sound of laughter, children? Head turned…no hatchlings, a group of five of different sizes, the baby dragons looked about toddler aged, enough to talk and get around even if unsteady. Their attention wasn't on the hatchlings, they were a thief not a monster, but the gem that was being played with.

A brilliant multifaceted diamond that sent soft rainbows over the grass and scales of the youngsters that treated it like a ball. Any common sense faded in front of the sight, the knowledge of that it would bring them a fortune at the market, they had to have it.

They rushed at the hatchlings, more to scare them then anything, and they grabbed the gem quickly with mischievous giggling. They barely heard the panicked squeaking- tiny cries too young to be intimidating.

They almost stumbled at the answering roar that felt like it shook the ground. The beat of wings that made them almost fall from the force, head snapped up and the sky was blocked out from the massive form that surged from the mountain, no had been the mountain, across the view like a heat seeking comet.

All at once the stories that the thief had been told, that they'd disregarded because of being so young, of it being said like a fairytale and not fact, came rushing back to the forefront of their mind.

A behemoth of chromatic scales, wings powerful enough to make the sky split in two with a single beat, there was a brief inhale and then a roar of flame as the grass around them immediately ignited and the scent of scorched earth filled their nose.

Even if it should've been impossible, the way their heart pounded in their chest told them they weren't dreaming. The ground shook as the mountain landed, they were staring that 'fairytale' that they’d dismissed and scoffed at right in the face.

Sharp eyes the color of amethyst, a maw that could easily swallow them whole and fangs larger then their body bared in a snarl that vibrated the air around them and made them shudder. The thief couldn't breathe in panic, everything felt muffled and dizzied and too sharp.

It was Him.

They dropped the gemstone and as the fire at their back dwindled they bolted as fast as they could. They didn't care if their robes caught on fire all they knew was that they were never coming back. They'd plead for forgiveness from the Elder and guard the portal room if that was what it took.

There was a snort as the thief ran off, the snarl faded and Spyro shook his great head with a huff of air. A paw curled around the gemstone to pull it closer from the dying fire, even diamonds could crack under dragon fire.

Little voices called out half in relief and half in happiness as the sound of little feet on the grass echoed behind him.

"Grandpa!"

A softly rumbling laugh slipped out as five tiny bodies glomped into his side under a wing. A fond fanged grin slipped into place, eyes gentled as he looked down at them, voice a reassuring thrum in his chest.

"It's alright now little ones, the threat is gone. Your toy is safe but more importantly so are you all."

The hatchlings all looked up at him, gem bright eyes still watery from the recent scare as the younger sniffled and one of the older's lip wobbled a bit. Spyro's heart ached as he was soft to the sight of upset as any good grandparent would be. They nodded and he pushed the 'ball' back and then shifted to curl around them. Tail lazily curled up as he stretched his hind legs out and his wings settled over his back.

"Why don't I tell you all a story huh? Will that make you feel better?"

As expected of any children the prospect of a story immediately caught their attention and any upset disappeared as they nodded and got comfortable. He chuckled softly in amusement and fondness, a story always worked.

"Alright then…now which one. I've already told you guys about Gnasty Gnorc…Ripto…hmmm."

A soft, slightly admonishing, buzz didn't even make him look up. A wizened, slowed but not any less agile dragonfly eased to his shoulder, the weight as slight as air but familiar, the golden glow of his companion a bit faded with age.

A soft laugh left Spyro in response to the admonishment tone and he grinned completely unrepentant, teeth glimmered white in the sunlight as birds began to chirp again as peace resettled in the glade.

"Sorry old friend, I was in a bit of a hurry. You missed all the fun, and now I need to decide on a story for these little ones."

A series of buzzes only he understood, accent too old for others not his age to coherently work through. He nodded.

"Yeah, you're right Sparx. I think it's time I told you guys about my adventure in the Forgotten Realms."

The hatchlings all gasped in delight and perked up, immediately questions flew, voices young and some words stumbled over and others more articulate given how they'd managed to grasp it so far.

"Is dis the story of t'big meanie Sorceress?"

"An met Auntie Bianca?"

"When you helped our Mamies, Daddies and Rens?"

"Were you weally tiny like us Gwanpa?"

"Were you scared?"

A fond, thundering laugh rang in the air as his head tilted back, golden scales on his throat and chest glittered in the sunlight. He shook his head and smiled, amethyst eyes as bright as gemstones in his mirth.

"Hold on, hold on. Yes, this is about when I fought the Sorceress to rescue your parents, met Auntie Bianca with your Uncle Hunter. Yes, I was tiny like you all once and no, I wasn't scared. But let me tell the story ok?"

It wouldn't be the full story, so to speak. It would be the one almost everyone knew, Spyro's victory over a sorceress who had stolen the eggs, how he'd made friends and saved realms that had been forgotten but were now freed of the cruelty they'd been under.

But what he wouldn't tell them was what had happened years afterwards, when he'd been old enough to explore things thoroughly. When he'd gone back to the Sorceress' castle as a more capable dragon…

When he'd found the memory scroll for what had driven Dragons out of the Forgotten Realms in the first place. It wasn't just an argument like he'd been told at first.

When he'd found the dormant, too long gone eggs, just about to hatch but the magic drained before they could break free of the shells.

The bones in an old cauldron, so small and delicate they’d almost crumbled at movement…

When he'd found the contract with the Thieves Den for stolen eggs of ages past.

The fury he'd felt had been enough to raze the castle to the ground, the draconian burial rite seen to by his own flame as his maturity had been skyrocketed further forward. His body pushed to broaden, strengthen and his fire to intensify faster than normal as his instincts roared at him, demanding he be able to enact revenge for the pure lives cut short for greed.

The same fate that had befallen the thieves, all those involved had died by tooth and claw as flame had been too quick a punishment, the vault and treasure they had gained rendered useless molten slag underfoot. The younger generation allowed to live with a warning. No. A promise.

No more children.

But that was then, he looked into the so innocent small eyes and eager expressions and felt the pain of old grief in his chest ease some. This was now.

A soft, wistful smile slipped on his face as Spyro regaled his grandchildren with the story.

"We had just had a party for all the eggs being so close to hatching, it had been a lot of sleepless nights to make sure everyone was ok. We kind of partied a bit too hard and fell asleep in piles around the eggs…"

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FYI iPhone users!

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therapist: so, how have you been coping with your anxiety lately?

Me, nervously: Well… I’ve been trying to treat myself like a nervous cat…

therapist, stifling a goodnatured laugh: Oh? can you explain that to me?

Me: Well… if you have a nervous cat, the first thing you do is make sure their environment is safe and remove stressors… and you make sure they have enough food and water and places to hide… and you provide some enrichment in case they need to work out energy…

Therapist: And how are you applying that to yourself?

Me: Um. If I feel anxious, I’ll see if I need to back out of any sites or conversations, enforce my boundaries… check my environment for flashing lights or painful noises… make sure I’m hydrated and have eaten… and work on a hobby

Therapist: those are all excellent things! You’re a nervous cat and you need care and kindness!

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to anyone in the areas impacted by the wildfire smoke, my #1 biggest piece of advice as someone whos been dealing with wildfire smoke in the NW united states for years, is build yourself a Corsi-Rosenthal Cube

they perform as well as expensive HEPA air cleaners, and are comparatively VERY inexpensive. all you need is a box fan, 4 air filters, a piece of cardboard, and some duct tape!!!!

i think it took us maybe a half hour to put ours together, if that, and we replace the filters every 3 months. it's really made a HUGE difference, both when the air quality is bad, but also with our allergies

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Not Just A Fairytale

The Thieves Guild had said that these Realms were off limits for generations, but none of the Elder's had explained just why that was so to the younger. Just had said there was a good reason no one went to the Dragon Realms anymore, after the last endeavor there had failed spectacularly.

There were stories of course, that were told to every new thief. About their nightmare, never named. Always spoken of with the same sort of fearful reverence one gives a force that's so much stronger then them. If anything had to be used always a pronoun.

He. Him.

Like some sort of vengeful force of nature or something. It was so infuriating that no one explained anything. They'd even forbidden travel to the Dragon Realm, had put the portal in a room that was forbidden to go into.

The door wasn't locked, as it was a thing of trust to not go in, there were legitimate dangers in the room. Potions that are volatile if jostled off the shelf, books of old magic that wasn't safe for 90% of magic users, among other things.

The portal still worked though, despite attempts to close it or otherwise shut it down, a little extra intent with the runes as they were re-carved and all was fixed. The Dragon Realm was….calm, warm. It was sunny and…peaceful. It felt like an easy target.

The thief slipped from the portal and after a moment to adjust to the light. Walked out into the soft grass, there was a lot more life around then they were used to. The Thieve's Den was mostly underground after all.

Then the sound of laughter, children? Head turned…no hatchlings, a group of five of different sizes, the baby dragons looked about toddler aged, enough to talk and get around even if unsteady. Their attention wasn't on the hatchlings, they were a thief not a monster, but the gem that was being played with.

A brilliant multifaceted diamond that sent soft rainbows over the grass and scales of the youngsters that treated it like a ball. Any common sense faded in front of the sight, the knowledge of that it would bring them a fortune at the market, they had to have it.

They rushed at the hatchlings, more to scare them then anything, and they grabbed the gem quickly with mischievous giggling. They barely heard the panicked squeaking- tiny cries too young to be intimidating.

They almost stumbled at the answering roar that felt like it shook the ground. The beat of wings that made them almost fall from the force, head snapped up and the sky was blocked out from the massive form that surged from the mountain, no had been the mountain, across the view like a heat seeking comet.

All at once the stories that the thief had been told, that they'd disregarded because of being so young, of it being said like a fairytale and not fact, came rushing back to the forefront of their mind.

A behemoth of violet scales, wings powerful enough to make the sky split in two with a single beat, there was a brief inhale and then a roar of flame as the grass around them immediately ignited and the scent of scorched earth filled their nose.

Even if it should've been impossible, the way their heart pounded in their chest told them they weren't dreaming. The ground shook as the mountain landed, they were staring that 'fairytale' that they’d dismissed and scoffed at right in the face.

Sharp eyes the color of amethyst, a maw that could easily swallow them whole and fangs larger then their body bared in a snarl that vibrated the air around them and made them shudder. The thief couldn't breathe in panic, everything felt muffled and dizzied and too sharp.

It was Him.

They dropped the gemstone and as the fire at their back dwindled they bolted as fast as they could. They didn't care if their robes caught on fire all they knew was that they were never coming back. They'd plead for forgiveness from the Elder and guard the portal room if that was what it took.

There was a snort as the thief ran off, the snarl faded and Spyro shook his great head with a huff of air. A paw curled around the gemstone to pull it closer from the dying fire, even diamonds could crack under dragon fire.

Little voices called out half in relief and half in happiness as the sound of little feet on the grass echoed behind him.

"Grandpa!"

A softly rumbling laugh slipped out as five tiny bodies glomped into his side under a wing. A fond fanged grin slipped into place, eyes gentled as he looked down at them, voice a reassuring thrum in his chest.

"It's alright now little ones, the threat is gone. Your toy is safe but more importantly so are you all."

The hatchlings all looked up at him, gem bright eyes still watery from the recent scare as the younger sniffled and one of the older's lip wobbled a bit. Spyro's heart ached as he was soft to the sight of upset as any good grandparent would be. They nodded and he pushed the 'ball' back and then shifted to curl around them. Tail lazily curled up as he stretched his hind legs out and his wings settled over his back.

"Why don't I tell you all a story huh? Will that make you feel better?"

As expected of any children the prospect of a story immediately caught their attention and any upset disappeared as they nodded and got comfortable. He chuckled softly in amusement and fondness, a story always worked.

"Alright then…now which one. I've already told you guys about Gnasty Gnorc…Ripto…hmmm."

A soft, slightly admonishing, buzz didn't even make him look up. A wizened, slowed but not any less agile dragonfly eased to his shoulder, the weight as slight as air but familiar, the golden glow of his companion a bit faded with age.

A soft laugh left Spyro in response to the admonishment tone and he grinned completely unrepentant, teeth glimmered white in the sunlight as birds began to chirp again as peace resettled in the glade.

"Sorry old friend, I was in a bit of a hurry. You missed all the fun, and now I need to decide on a story for these little ones."

A series of buzzes only he understood, accent too old for others not his age to coherently work through. He nodded.

"Yeah, you're right Sparx. I think it's time I told you guys about my adventure in the Forgotten Realms."

The hatchlings all gasped in delight and perked up, immediately questions flew, voices young and some words stumbled over and others more articulate given how they'd managed to grasp it so far.

"Is dis the story of t'big meanie Sorceress?"

"An met Auntie Bianca?"

"When you helped our Mamies, Daddies and Rens?"

"Were you weally tiny like us Gwanpa?"

"Were you scared?"

A fond, thundering laugh rang in the air as his head tilted back, golden scales on his throat and chest glittered in the sunlight. He shook his head and smiled, amethyst eyes as bright as gemstones in his mirth.

"Hold on, hold on. Yes, this is about when I fought the Sorceress to rescue your parents, met Auntie Bianca with your Uncle Hunter. Yes, I was tiny like you all once and no, I wasn't scared. But let me tell the story ok?"

It wouldn't be the full story, so to speak. It would be the one almost everyone knew, Spyro's victory over a sorceress who had stolen the eggs, how he'd made friends and saved realms that had been forgotten but were now freed of the cruelty they'd been under.

But what he wouldn't tell them was what had happened years afterwards, when he'd been old enough to explore things thoroughly. When he'd gone back to the Sorceress' castle as a more capable dragon…

When he'd found the memory scroll for what had driven Dragons out of the Forgotten Realms in the first place. It wasn't just an argument like he'd been told at first.

When he'd found the dormant, too long gone eggs, just about to hatch but the magic drained before they could break free of the shells.

The bones in an old cauldron, so small and delicate they’d almost crumbled at movement…

When he'd found the contract with the Thieves Den for stolen eggs of ages past.

The fury he'd felt had been enough to raze the castle to the ground, the draconian burial rite seen to by his own flame as his maturity had been skyrocketed further forward. His body pushed to broaden, strengthen and his fire to intensify faster than normal as his instincts roared at him, demanding he be able to enact revenge for the pure lives cut short for greed.

The same fate that had befallen the thieves, all those involved had died by tooth and claw as flame had been too quick a punishment, the vault and treasure they had gained rendered useless molten slag underfoot. The younger generation allowed to live with a warning. No. A promise.

No more children.

But that was then, he looked into the so innocent small eyes and eager expressions and felt the pain of old grief in his chest ease some. This was now.

A soft, wistful smile slipped on his face as Spyro regaled his grandchildren with the story.

"We had just had a party for all the eggs being so close to hatching, it had been a lot of sleepless nights to make sure everyone was ok. We kind of partied a bit too hard and fell asleep in piles around the eggs…"

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿