#Tal talks

[flamingthespian]

I like how Neuvillette used his position as chief Justice to literally put a law on the books that says it’s illegal to misgender his kids. He said “if you refuse to she/her my daughter I will see/you in prison 💙”

[royboyfanpage]

Birthday presents :)

[jimin-nothing-stronger]

american friends who live in solidly blue or solidly red states — please, please go vote today, even if it feels a little pointless.

i grew up in a swing state — in a very purple county of a large swing state, even — and so i got to come of age with this deep sense that my vote would someday Really Matter. i know that’s far from true for everyone. these days, it’s certainly no longer true for me — i’ve moved for work and now live in a very blue state. in some substantive and infuriating ways, my voice means less, now.

at the same time, this morning i got to vote on several ballot questions that will help shape my state’s education policy, support unions, and make it easier for the state to regulate and understand controlled substances without criminalizing their users. i got to vote for state and local officials. i got a cool sticker. today, in red and blue states across the country, folks are voting for the state and municipal actors who shape the character of local politics and the reality of most people’s day-to-day lives.

moreover, while my vote for Harris won’t really “count” all that much in the electoral college points allocation, it’s still a vote. it’s still momentum. it’s still a step closer to a decisive popular vote victory, which — at least in the eyes of the world, history, and my peers — still counts for something.

so, if you live in a swing state — please vote! our fate lies in your hands. the rest of us need you to turn out and carry us.

but if you don’t — please vote, too, and keep voting all the way down your ballot. you still get to shape your political reality, despite this super silly electoral system that we’re stuck with.

and besides — regardless of where you are, you get a sticker.**

(**unless you vote by mail, in which case — have a virtual sticker & my undying gratitude for your civic involvement: ⭐️)

[royboymain]

Nothing worse than latching onto a character after reading the comic he dies in then finding out he was only created two years before his death and didn't have a New Earth resurrection except for Blackest Night

[flamingthespian]

I reblogged this post two hours ago with this tag:

People even congratulated me on it (thank you by the way 🩷) And yet here I sit. 2 hours later. Hair only about 20% cut. The other 80% looking wild and horrendous still. My ankle is in extreme pain and I am trying to calm down from an intense emotional experience.

So as I was cutting my hair I had a wall mirror propped up behind me so I could see the back of my head. Well the mirror decided it wanted to do some cutting of its own (haha I joke to ease the pain) and fell over, shattering into a gazillion pieces.

One piece of the mirror shot out like a bullet and lodged itself directly into my ankle. I was like, okay, this sucks, obviously, but it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I think, I’ll just pull it out and stick a bandaid on it, like I usually do when this happens.

So I pull the glass out.

Or, I try to, at least.

Because beyond when I thought the glass would stop coming out of my skin, it just. Kept. Coming. I thought, “wow, this piece of glass is longer than I thought it was.” And then, “wow, it’s really still coming out, huh?” And then “holy fucking shit. I have made a grave mistake by pulling this out because this is way more glass in my skin than I had anticipated.”

Eventually I get it out. I’m in the bathroom, so I grab a wad of toilet paper to temporarily staunch the flow of blood that has started to pour from my skin. I hobble as quickly as I can to the kitchen, so I can put a bandaid on it. Whoops. It bleeds through the bandaid pretty quickly. I grab a ton of paper towels and wrap them around my ankle like princess leia’s fucking metallic cuffs from that one sexy part. I frantically look for the tape. I can’t find the tape. The closest thing is string. I tie the string around the paper towels as tightly as I can. I then throw another, longer sock over my whole foot-ankle-lower leg area, to keep it all in place. At this point I think, “is this an emergency I’m experiencing? Should I see a doctor?” So I text some people and they’re all like “YES GO TO URGENT CARE.” So I sweep up all the remaining glass that was out in the hallway into the bathroom and close the bathroom door tight so the kitties won’t mess with it and get hurt. And I throw a jacket on and hobble out to the car to drive myself to urgent care.

Of course, I get stuck behind a fucking Amazon truck that’s just. Sitting there in the middle of the road. Driver nowhere to be seen. And I can’t see around it to see if I’m clear to pass because of the stupid way the road is shaped. Eventually the driver comes and moves the truck and I’m like WOW THANKS and keep going.

I get to the urgent care, wait forever and eventually get seen, yadda yadda, and about an hour and a half later I’m finally leaving with the knowledge that my ankle’s gonna be fine because the glass didn’t hit anything major (thank God!), but it is gonna hurt like a bitch for a while.

Then as I leave and get into my car-

FUCKING GUNSHOTS.

So I RUN as fast as I can back into the urgent care center, literally sobbing and fearing for my life. And I wait in there for a bit until the nurses are like “it was probably nothing” so I cautiously leave, get in my car, and drive away as quickly-yet-safely as possible.

Anyway. That’s what I’m doing right now. Sitting here with an ankle that hurts so bad, a bathroom full of glass that I’ll need to clean up eventually, and hair only partially-buzzed in the stupidest looking way.

quick what is everyone doing right now

[embras-grace]

In oc terms, I explain my inability to play due to work on Ori cleaning up the phoenix shrine.

One day I will do a comic for it... when I'm not working 50-60 hours a week + weekends.

[taliesinowens]

Blog under construction

Hello! This is a post to let you know there's a real person here while I finish getting this set up. I've been on tumblr since ye olde days (2011) but I am set to get my original writing published for the first time so I am making myself a Professional Persona blog.

[flamingthespian]

Ok I’m still thinking about when Gwen said: “Every time a Gwen Stacy falls for a Spider-Man, it doesn’t end well,” like can you fucking imagine being her and seeing HUNDREDS of alternate timelines with alternate versions of you who all died?? And you’re like, one of the very rare few versions of you that hasn’t died? God that would fuck me up too!! To be faced with hundreds of versions of your deceased best friend who all lost their versions of YOU….to hear time and time again all the awful ways in which you’ve died…hhhhhhh

[royboyfanpage]

If I ever make a post that contradicts anything I've said before it's important to keep in mind that media has nuance and also I am stupid

[jimin-nothing-stronger]

it’s funny how, as a kid, i read / watched psychologically devastating media routinely, and now i can’t make it through a chapter where a character is Having A Bad Time. character death is a absolute no-go; serious angst is off the table.

and it’s not like i wasn’t an empathetic kid — i was painfully, horribly capable of projecting onto any and every fictional character. i cried when characters got hurt. i was That Reader. but that felt like it was part of The Audience Contract — you invest, you take the punches, you carry on — and now it just feels Sad (Persistent, Derogatory).

i still love narrative complexity, suspense, a classic Act 2 Low Point, but i can really only handle angst when i’m absolutely certain of a neutral-to-positive endpoint for it, or when it’s happening in a very specific genre or being executed with really, really incredible skill.

i’m not sure how to think about this — maybe it’s that i’m more tired, or more chronically stressed and sad, but it’s not like i wasn’t an anxious, under-slept, melancholy child, so that seems like an incomplete explanation, at best. my current working hypothesis is that i’m just worse at compartmentalizing stuff, these days. it’s not often that i can go into the Narrative Fantasy Headspace in an uninterrupted, dedicated way — frequently, i’m reading things on the bus home from the store, or between work meetings, or while cooking. The Fiction Space is more permeable. The things that happen there play by the rules of the physical world — the sad things have a kind of material gravity.

anyway — i don’t think i miss it, at least not in the way that i miss many other aspects of my childhood relationship to fiction and imagination. i’m okay with my thinner skin. but it’s really weird looking back on stuff i genuinely loved, or even passively enjoyed, and being like, “huh. that’s… not a thing i’ll be revisiting anytime soon.”

[royboymain]

Birth day :3

[flamingthespian]

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No fucking WAYYYYYY YOUTUBE CHANGED THEIR TOS TO AVOID PUNISHING SSSNIPERWOLF FOR DOXXING

[subjectlambda]

I need my own Aziraphale. That would be nice. Just someone to trust and caress me

[otterlyart]

From Table to Screen: Percy’s first act of love

[henessy]

dios sí son

[flamingthespian]

Oh sorry that was my cat, Nutty. She took over ai dungeon to proclaim her supremacy.

speaking of ai dungeon this is literally the funniest thing ive ever gotten out of it and i cant even lookat it iwthout laughing so hard i fucking gag