#I mean you can

[shvroyism]

you can’t be claim to love Helaena, say she is the only good team green member and that she deserved so much better, while simultaneously defending blood & cheese. I am sorry, it’s not allowed, i don’t make the rules.

[maxpaulll]

Despite being *incredibly* behind on Redacted videos I still have Redacted thoughts from time to time.

Today? David and Angel who regularly shower together.

Not in the sexual way (okay, maybe sometimes in the sexual way) but in a sweet, domestic way. Washing each other’s backs and just taking care of each other in such a simple way. Just to make sure they’re clean.

Angel in the throes of burnout from work, they /have/ to shower to feel clean and like a person but they can’t bring themself to do anything more than sit under the hot water and evaporate, and David who stands behind them and patiently does their annoyingly long hair-care routine, applying their face wash, and gently spraying them down when he’s done-

David, who’s a wreck after the summer solstice, having Angel gently wash away all the sweat and tension away from the day. They’re massaging shampoo into his scalp as he melts, pressing kisses into his temple and wiping the soap from his eyes as they wash it out.

But it’s not just when they need it most. It’s almost every night (unless someone’s away) sometimes it’s just a weeknight and Angel is chatting about their day, or a late Sunday when David’s pulled an almost-all-nighter and Angel is trying not to fall asleep between the warm water and David’s calming presence.

That’s all vv

[kamiraaah]

Do you think Granny Bucchi would adopt MC as her in law or would she not?

Well, that will depend a lot on the MC and their actions, If you are a good person to her grandson, you will already gain some points with her! 😉

Just keep in mind that Vovó Bucchi, even though she's a kind person, still has a lot of trouble trusting people 100%, thanks to everything she's been through... She won't treat MC badly or be rude to them, but gaining her full trust will be a looong process.

[weird-amazon-fight]

Weird Amazon Items Fight!!

Do you ever go online shopping and see something you have to look twice at, do you ever go actively looking for weird online shopping finds, do you want to find the weirdest item ever? Well take them down here and put them in the ring and watch them duel it out!

Submission Rules!!

-It doesn't have to be specifically be from Amazon, it can be from whatever online shopping service you'd like!

-Must be at least slightly weird

-BE CIVIL, don't be an asshole, this is a silly goofy tournament don't get mad because yours didn't win

-Please send a link to the product in the spot on the submission form

-Propaganda is allowed! Tell us all how your item should win!

-You can submit as many different items as you want but please don't submit the same one over and over again.

-Have fun! This is a silly goofy thing! Be as silly goofy as you want

At the end of this tournament I will buy the weirdest item (as long as it's not too expensive, if it's too expensive I'll go for the second one)

Have fun y'all!!!!! (run by the admin of the Little Guys Tournament @littleguy-scuffle @the-shape-showdown and @artsupplies-battle) (Main is @gayraccoonthing I shitpost over there)

[petallix]

Master of funkos

[sometimesraven]

you don't get to be mad at Moffat's "everybody lives" trope and then celebrate the Giggle js

[itspileofgoodthings]

the best thing about teaching kids is that their bullshit meter is so finely tuned, can’t get anything by them

[avernusfuries]

CHOMPS

no, no, no! no chomps for you, I shall put us both in muzzles and then no one will be chomping anyone!!!!!!!

[dilfsisko]

Wish you could just eat a hot pepper like a baby carrot

[cloud-somersault]

just fyi, I'm gonna rework Macaque's powers so they actually make sense. So in chapter 4 if you come at me with that, "that's not how the powers worked when Macaque saved MK" well that's because I'm in charge, and I'm changing them so they make sense

[ghostie-wally]

eat *yeets a corpse at ghost home*

*home turned their head just in time to see it come flying. The corpse was then gone in less them 10 minutes.*

[torifuckingspring]

you know i might post way too much on tumbler and i might also be annoying in real life and i might be way too obsessed with rwrb but at least im not in jail

(yet)

[anime-scarves]

Annnd it's time for a stream. I'm going to be playing the current Arknights event Trials of the Navigator 2. I didnt get around to playing the first one so i'm excited to see how it plays.

This embed is cringe tho

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

It sucks when you have a perfect scene in your head for fic, but it's chapters away so you can't write it yet

[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.