#DO YOU FEEL IT

[cryophase]

do you feel the power Hazard

[madaqueue]

i smell like cherries and sweat and love who is gonna kiss me rn

[understarslikeyours]

[sapphosremains]

god tenderly forms you out of dust and breathes life into your lungs and he plants you a garden and grows every plant for beauty and for food and then he forms every creature for you and he asks you to name them but they cannot be with you just right so he sends you into a deep sleep so that you are not hurt, even though pain does not exist yet (to you at least, maybe he feels it and is scared you will) and forms another out of your rib, which is his rib, and now you are one flesh (like how you are one flesh with god) and cleft together, and god loves you and looks for you in the garden (like he still looks for you now)

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

I just read zero for two and I am DYING at how good it was. I was blown away by your talent and in awe of the way the story progressed. ngl I clicked on it because of the stats (I know I shouldn't but I read a string of badly tagged stuff and needed to read something good). I mean a fic less than 10k words with nearly 6k kudos and over a 1k bookmarks? I kind of stared at it like DAMN and then wondered if it would live up to the hype and it DOES. Not only did blow my mind and make me rethink EVERYTHING I've ever known, that plot twist had me gasping and that rarely happens which made me fall in love with it even more. I just need you to know that this will be my favorite story and I will now read all of your other stuff. You have a fan in me!

Whew this made me emotional. I do apologize for the late reply. Each time I tried to post this I wasn't sure I had the right words to express what this meant to me. You are so very kind, and I appreciate that you gave the story a chance considering the type of story it is. I wonder what you might think of my other stories when you read them, but even if Zero for Two is the only thing you read, I appreciate it so much.

I have considered making a sequel or epilogue to that fic, but I do love the way it ended, and I am swamped with stories that need to be written. Perhaps in the future I will write one, and I may need a nudge every once in a while to remind me of that. Thank you again, thank you thank you thank you!

Zero for Two (a tease of power) Draco had always known he was different, special even. He didn’t need his parents to tell him that, because they never did. It was obvious in the way that he could see things that no one else could. He knew things about them that he shouldn’t. The older he got the clearer it became that he was alone in what he could do. Not just in abilities but power, essence, influence. No one could come close. Until, Potter. Draco knew that Potter was different the moment he met him.

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[iiota]

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[icewindandboringhorror]

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[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[goldensunset]

if someone is talking about how much they love their parents do not jump in and start venting about your issues with your parents. if someone is venting about their issues with their parents do not jump in and start talking about how much you love your parents. peace and love amen swag city

[averagecatdoodlesenjoyer]

whatever. go my noelle

[1introvertedsage]

This full moon energy is rough asf. I’ve been feeling it for several days now and I can really tell in others actions, reactions and inaction.

Just breathe

[skoofie]

Friendly reminder that you should

Write that fic

Draw your OC

Redesign that blorbo

Plan that comic how you want

Create the content you want to see

Be cringe

Be free

The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!

[flame-shadow]

hey did you know??? that if you stop stretching and maintaining mobility in your body then it goes away?? things get tight and you can't move the way that you used to??? and when you decide to try getting a stretch routine going that the first week fucking sucks because you keep going 'damn i used to be able to do this no problem' and then you have to switch gears and be kind to yourself and just focus on getting better from here instead of berating yourself for dropping the good habits in the first place??? and your body never stops aging so you gotta keep taking care of it and sometimes you gotta take care of it extra in certain areas because of things that happened when you were younger and it's boring and sometimes hurts but it's so necessary???

i am yelling this at myself right now i am going through An Experience (trying to get into a routine of body maintenance again for my physical and mental health)

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉