#I'M SERIOUS.

[eluminium]

if you speak ill of them once this coming year unfollow me. block me. i never want to see you near me ever again. kill yourself.

[detherun]

@theguythatdraws @hogwarts9 @yoselin-uyu @rinrinart @cherry-pop-elf @theblacktulip9 @finns-blogg

[magicbread]

Don't talk to me unless you look like Viktor from Arcane.

[kawa-goat]

boy, I sure LOVE fandom discussions

"Say no to anomaly ships"

YEAH OKAY SURE😭 didn't know there were other ways of saying gay ships

anddd there goes another person to the block list. catch em all

[lobotomybbydoll]

I think I might have a water addiction

[professional-meteorologist]

I'll admit I'm impressed, Marvin. Didn't think you had it in you to bottom

"I DON'T BOTTOM ALL THE TIME, you people are acting like I AM a bottom... Which I am NOT."

"IT WAS JUST A ONE TIME THING..."

[lapislaprima]

Oh, sunshine, do you truly believe you are in love—and that love is returned in kind?

Think again. There’s a fine line between genuine affection and misplaced attention. Not every hand that reaches for you will hold you steady. Not every pair of eyes sees the soul beneath your appearance and personality.

Aren’t you tired of being a caretaker for someone who clings to you only for attention? Or are you weary of deceiving others just to fulfill your own desires?

Do you constantly tiptoe around their feelings? Are you solving their problems while your own go unheard? Have you abandoned your passions for their sake? Have you cut ties with friends to keep them happy? Are you always the one chasing after them?

Have they ever chased after you?

Affection and attention may feel the same, but only one will leave a bitter aftertaste once the sweetness fades away.

Know your worth or risk being without value.

[your-dear-friend]

PLEASE, i need some help 🆘🆘

recently got acquainted with the band "my chemical romance" and i want to get to know these guys better 👁️ please, someone tell me more about them, recommend articles, interviews or songs. anything. i'd be happy to. PLEASE.

[rds-passerine]

Imagine the gentleman town webtoon comes out by the time you're 18 BYE

Theo crush stays in the childhood and then I start yearning for Tucker😈 (Or clint idk)

[undercooked-icicle]

It's pride month! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

[the-casbah-way]

keep that blonde man on a leash

[mangos-draws]

I hate my OCs. I should actually just scrap all of them, delete all art I made of them and only draw fanart from now on.

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

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[calicojo]

ouhhhh yerba mate...... it has cured all of my ailments, mental, emotional, and physical

[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.

[monsoon-of-art]