#Now you do!

[mulletstanleys]

my own spin on the relativity falls au design with the pines! and also a doodle page

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

always remember you are one weird day away from being a totally different person half a decade later.

[fish-eating]

Did you know Voyager 2 is 12 billion miles away from Earth right now?

[askhenry1987]

*pets u*

(you hear purring, deep and mechanical, like that of an engine)

Anonymous petting...

[talesfantastic]

"Have you - ... felt any different? Better? ... worse?"

Their combined efforts had left her... off-center. It was as if she had gotten used to the weight of light, and now that she attempted to find a middle ground - it left her woozy and off kilter. She knew she had snapped at him a time or two immediately following their little sessions.

But he had always been better at hiding himself than she. Blue eyes pulled up his frame, desperate for any morsel of proof that she wasn't the only one suffering through this.

Ardyn took a slow breath under the appearance of assessing himself. He didn't have to, of course; any change in the status quo had been noticed immediately and adjusted to accordingly back when he was a mortal. A naive, openhearted thing prime to be disappointed.

Oh yes he saw himself in her.

But that wasn't what she asked, and he supposed honesty was owed; what she had done...

"I would say 'different' is the best descriptor," Ardyn said finally, staring at a point of nothing on the wall, unseeing but very aware. "The healing process is painful for the caster and their recipient both. There is one lineage I know, and one only that merely suffers fatigue for it."

He shrugged a shoulder, sighing, and dropped his eyes to meet hers. This once, he let her see the bone deep exhaustion in golden eyes, written into his very bones by a lifetime as a healer, a lifetime as a prisoner, and now... this. Whatever this was. She seemed determined to change the status quo.

Ardyn's lips pulled up on one side, then the other and he was smiling. Not his megawatt performing smile but something a little smaller. More genuine. "Yes to the both of them... does that help?"

[subjectivemortality]

Creation, destruction, rebirth (in a larger sense, the Cycle)

Under those umbrellas - birth, fertility, creativity, death, resurrection

Aspects/iconography: the sun, stars, deer, fruit (specifically pomegranates, figs, apricot, and mulberries), gold

[bisexualbaker]

[Image: "Please reblog for a bigger sample size! Every vote counts." Included is a picture of a corgi. End ID.]

This is a complicated question! Taking it as a combination of "this thing is likely to happen where I live" and "this thing will cause a lot of damage where I live", probably either a flood or a derecho.

Tornadoes we get somewhat more often (aside from flash floods), but we've had some absolutely massive floods in the past few decades that did some pretty damn horrible damage. Derechos we've had only slightly more of than floods, but they affected a different group of people than floods did, while still having a wider damage path than our tornadoes tend to.

Meanwhile, there is a fault line in the Midwest near where I live. It's very inactive, to the point that I only know of one actual earthquake happening around here in my lifetime, and even that I was only in range of a very mild aftershock. So while an earthquake around here would probably cause a shit-ton of damage, especially with how much of our infrastructure is not built with earthquakes in mind, as well as how few of us have earthquake safety training, the chances of it happening are low enough for me to discount as a very big threat.

Now I just gotta flip a coin between Floods and Other (derechos)...

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[wishfulsketching]

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[kenapiece-main]

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

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

girl why the hell WEREN'T you at the devil's sacrament 👀 that's three sacraments in a row you've missed 👀 👀 👀

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[overcaffeinated-aro]

ok not to be that guy but like. labor rights and working class rights can coexist with 24h services and late amenities. its certainly hard to do so without worker exploitation in this political and social environment, it’s not a conflict likely to resolve overnight. but 24h services are important and especially valuable to those of us that are disabled or are on a different circadian rhythm. in fact more professional, health, and government services should be available or at least possible to work on asynchronously (if applicable) during late or odd hours, while workers also get sufficient pay for their labor and proper consistent scheduling. this would be much easier on the workers with night schedules if the entire professional world didn’t grind to a halt at 5pmEST

[thought-begone]

I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way

[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.