#I don't want that shit in my dash

[set-wingedwarrior]

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[menlove]

watching long time mutuals fall head over ass into classic antisemitism and nazi bullshit is so deeply disappointing. yall need to do so much better.

[fearandhatred]

society if people stopped sending neil those dumbass asks

[palmtreepalmtree]

Do I even want to click that news link? is a game that I play every day on ye old tumblr blob

[taamlok]

i think trying to explain my gender would break taash's brain actually

[askfordoodles]

Me only just now realizing the 'dai artwork' tag (dragon age inquisition) is being filtered because it has the letters 'ai artwork' in it 🤣😭💀 and my ai filter list is quite aggressive whoops

I was so confused why several perfectly normal dragon age posts said they contained filtered tags, despite none of the tags being on my sus list lol

[taylortruther]

as someone who runs an ask blog what would make discussions more fun for you? or like how can we (truthies) foster more fun discussion/create a better community

oh i think the main thing is i look forward to something happening that brings everyone back and makes the dash active again! there is annoying levels of policing, but it's tolerable for me. what i have noticed more than anything is just a decline in asks, engagement, and dash activity, which to me makes it seem like no one is around.

i don't have a specific ask. i wish y'all felt chattier BUT i know that the chattiness is very dependent on what's going on with taylor. it comes and goes. that's why i said i'm not leaving, i'm just... bored? to be frank.

[rabbithaver]

every so often i will see a post from a leftist on this website that is so egregiously ableist that i remember that like. oh yeah the userbase of leftists on this website is violently anti-disabled people and will jump at any chance to demonize any of us for any reason. i just forget that fact because i'm extremely dedicated to curating my space

i'm paraphrasing here but i saw a post that said, "every time i see an American [disabled person] mention being scared about the election because they're afraid of losing their benefits i have to laugh. anybody who wants blood-soaked money from the US government deserves to starve" which. like. goodness that's a lot to unpack. i think we should burn the whole suitcase instead !

[legalownerofufoemoji]

Statement of Eric Seymour, regarding a “hostile forest” near his home. Statement recorded direct from subject, July 17th, 2018. Recording taken by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

Right, so, from the beginning- its. It’s been about 2 years since the incidents so pardon my recollection. I can’t give you an exact date, but it was during some of the hottest days of summer. You know, the kinds of days where’s its so hot that you don’t really want to do anything but laze around the house? It was one of those days, and I was doing exactly that.

But close to my home, near a small trail into the woods, is a lovely collection of streams and rivulets which are absolutely delightful to dip your feet it. On top of that, the light being dappled through the leaves of the many flourishing trees cools it down significantly. If I had to give it a guess- I’d say it’s about 10 degrees cooler in the forest? Combine that with the boredom of sitting around all day, you can see why I decided to get dressed for the forest, grab my walking stick, and headed down to the cool woods.

It was around 2 in the afternoon once I got to the start of the trail. It curved down the steep, though manageable slope of the grass hill, leading down towards the shallow, rocky-shored creek that snaked through the forest. As I strolled down it, I sighed in thanks for the cool air that began to coat my skin and the slight wind that was channeled through the walls of the forest’s hills.

I continued this way for about- 5 minutes, I think. Just enjoying the cool air and taking a small hike. It’s not a big forest, I’ll be honest, just fills the space between my neighborhood, the next one over, and the highway off to the side. And that was when I saw it. There was a bend in the river I was walking by, and on the opposite bank there stood a tree. It was forked in the middle, 2 sturdy branches going about 30 degrees away from the main trunk in either direction. And there, sitting in the middle of the tree, was the head and spine of a deer. Just- suspended there, the antlers letting it stay just stable enough to poke through the fork of the tree. And it stared, right at me, pale bones sparsely covered in bits of meat and rotting flesh, the spine curling down around the tree like some sort of- demented snake!

It stared at me with the spaces that should have been eyes, but it seemed those had already rotted out, given the small pile of goo before the tree. I wasn’t as scared of it back then as I am now, mostly because I was just confused. As I said before, not a big forest. And while we did have woods, we didn’t have wolves or coyotes or any of that sort as far as I knew. And I didn’t think it could be a hunter either, because I’d heard no gunshots or reports of them in the past few weeks. And I knew it couldn’t be a naturally dead deer, because where was the rest of the body?

But the confusion was enough to make me want to leave, quickly. I already knew I was past the halfway point, and going backwards didn’t seem quite right. 

So I gathered myself, taking a few inhalations of the cool air, now tinged with the slight earthy odor of rotting flesh and mud. But as I was walking, I just had some sort of feeling. Like I wasn’t quite alone in the forest. I’d heard no sounds of footsteps, and I came with nobody- and at that moment a horrible feeling came over me. It was a deep, shuddering cold that started at my head and trailed down my spine- and given the already uncomfortable thought in my mind about spines, this feeling sent me into a panic. 

I began to quicken my pace, going from a slow walk, to a speed walk, and eventually a full on sprint. I needed to get out of this forest. Something about being alone here it just- it felt like the forest itself hated me being there, alone. I kept running as I saw- or, I think I saw- figures in the corners of my visons. Faces in trees, angry. Hands, reaching up from the rivulets and branches. The wind howling when it had been a mere breeze moments ago.

Before I knew it, I was out of the forest. The heat increased immediately, back to the oppressive heat. Yet it felt comforting compared to the bone chilling cold I had felt before. The feeling had vanished to, leaving me more confused than ever. I went directly home after that.

I’ve gone back to the forest a few times since then. The second time, I’d gone alone, 2 days later. I could barely take more than a minute’s walk inwards before the feeling of watching appeared, and practically forced me back out the way I came. The third time, it was about a week later, and I’d brought my mother with, as I assumed I’d just had some sort of odd anxiety attack with some lingering discomfort before. But when we entered this time- nothing. No bones, no smell, no feelings or faces. All gone. 

So I tried again a fourth time, assuming that after 3 weeks, the bones would have been removed by some passerby. I can’t confirm that, though. I managed to make it farther in this time. The bones were gone, definitely, but as I passed about a third of the way through, the terrifying force of someone watching me fell upon me even stronger than before. This time, I swear I could see something, right in front of me! Tall, green and brown skin, like a faerie of legend. And I ran. Again.

*Sound of strained groans*. I’ve decided not to go in those woods any more. Those last 3 encounters were the last straw for me, after a myriad other small, strange events. The watching sensation follows me though, whenever I enter another forest. Hm.. maybe watching isn’t the right word? If it were just watching, I wouldn’t be so afraid. It’s like the forest itself hated me. Hated me for daring to be there, alone, like I somehow owned it. Whenever I go into any other sort of nature alone, I still feel it, though thankfully not strongly enough to be chased out like a rabbit…

End of Statement.

Hmm... A hateful forest, huh? Well I suppose this is one of the more, tame statements I have read so far. I can't really say I believe this, though. I mean, the only proof is, well, nothing other than the words of a frightened man.

*Papers shuffle on the desk*

It sounds nothing more to me than a bout of paranoia, I suppose. Everyone has those now and then. Alone, in a forest, well I think anyone could feel watched. And- You know I believe I have read somewhere about... Excessive heat causing mild hallucinations... I suppose that's the answer then. Plain and simple.

Maybe, Eric should stay out of this, "hostile" forest. At least until it cools off... Only then would we truly know if, well. If this forest "hated" him or not.

Hm.

End of recording.

[axolotluv]

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[bailesona]

i wanna make a rule here about something that i've been chickening out about for like six months now, so i'm gonna give u the rule and then rationalize the rule for everyone, specifically myself:

if you're following me here on the multi then you need to be following me on @clochanam too.

now, i'm going to explain this and post as fast as possible before my anxiety overrides the part of me that's been fighting this rule for the past six months.

basically, and i KNOW there's not many of ye who this applies to, i want to stress that actually, like i KNOW 90% of y'all follow me on both blogs and i love you so so so much for that. but this is more for the people who aren't, and the people who may follow me in the future. aisling and the diner squad are one unit. i separate them because the vibes are different and i prefer to have them this way for many reasons, it's not relevant to this post but ANYWAY! these two blogs are not only affiliated, they are the same exact thing. they're the same universe, the same family, the same everything.

i literally have aisling's kids, aisling's dads, aisling's home and workplace, her enemies, her whole world is divided between these two blogs. and i don't want that to be misunderstood. so from now on, this is a rule, and i appreciate all of you so so so much, because once again, this isn't aimed at anyone other than the people who may choose to follow me in the future, like this explanation is just to calm myself down but i'm gonna stop typing now bc i'm just talking a lot to avoid questioning how reasonable this rule is.

[chadsuke]

how is there a post floating around that says that max caulfield is a cop

[fishofthewoods]

Angeltober days 3-5

These are my drawings for days 3-5 of @ultrainfinitepit's Angeltober!

Day 3: Honey

This one went through the most changes from sketch to finished product; I ended up going with a medieval-beekeeper inspired thing with a huge eye instead of the basket face. I didn't have much time for this one, so it's quite rough even in its final form, but part of my goal for this challenge is to get more comfortable posting "unfinished" or "bad" art. Even if the drawing isn't great I'm gonna post one for every day (though maybe several days late...)

Day 4: Sacred Heart

I had a lot of fun with this one! I knew pretty much from the beginning what I wanted to draw--this is my OC Mariana, who I could write a whole essay on and probably will someday. The original sketch was in fountain pen, which was fun to work with since I couldn't erase anything; I'll probably use it for rough sketches again since the messiness is a good way to get ideas down.

Day 5: Horn

This is another one that didn't change much from the first concept, though it took me a while to get there--at first i had NO idea what to do, until I thought to work with some other interpretations of "horn". I'd have liked to spend more time on the final product for this one; maybe I'll revisit it someday!

[immortalsins]

oughhhhhhhhhhh

[wolfieisacat]

hey please don't interact with me if you aren't a fandom blog/aren't mainly a fandom blog. i am nearly physically incapable of holding a political conversation that won't offend every person in a 100 kilometer radius and real life stuff scares me

[invinciblerodent]

new beef unlocked: people writing posts for/about a "generic" Inquisitor, and not even bothering to mention until like 3-4 paragraphs in that that to them means specifically a Solas-romancing female mage Lavellan.

which i guess is generic, but not the way they think.