#This Land is Our Land

[kermit-coded]

a collection of itty bitty jaimes from the new graphic novel.

[wanderlust-psifang]

Source: DKMU discord

Political magic is some of the hardest magic.

I missed the first Bind Trump but I joined Bind Trump 2016 and he still managed to win this election.

I did a sickness ritual toward an abusive company. They got sued months later and employees (after I already quite) joined to unionize. It didn't happen because they all got fired. Fuck 'at will' states.

They demand a two week notice but can terminate you at their leisure. Fuck. That.

Dayside Ways to Make Change

There are a number of ways to fight the oppressors, be they political or corporate.

Firstly, you can be a kind person but take no shit from bigots and bad bosses. Things are a bit complicated in the work world, but you can do little things like uplift fellow coworkers, go to higher management, Human Resources, and review them on Glassdoor and Indeed as a current or former employee. It puts your experience in the infosphere where others can make an actual informed choice.

You can donate time by volunteering or giving money to groups seeking to make a change. Shop locally, buy produce at Farmer's Markets if you have it, and share information on social media. You can also just be kind to others, donate clothes and food to shelters, and participate in holiday drives.

You can heckle your representatives with non stop emails and go to protests and join the marches.

Magically, you can use the above sigil (used with permission) by making stickers, wheat paste, or stencils, and pasting them around. On banks, major corporations, trains, bus stops, etc.

They call this the Assault on Reality. The purpose is to make the world more magical for everyone of us, to use magic to bring about positive change.

This sigil is built with anti-fascist safeguards and ideals in mind. Use it to bring forth the witch ancestors, the city-faeries, the magic that flows in your blood to unleash a collective power of hope and a war on fascism and concensus reality.

[astrid-goes-for-a-spin]

I don’t think This Land Is Our Land is a good Blue Beetle origin adaptation but aside from that I haven’t figured out how I feel

[sabrinasource]

SABRINA CARPENTER performing at Outside Lands (August 10, 2024)

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[akanemnon]

This deja vu comes with a free concussion!

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[theofficialastronomy101]

One of the clearest sharpest images of our moon ever taken! 5000 megapixels

[firstfullmoon]

Mahmoud Darwish, “On Hope,” trans. Naseer Aruri and Edmund Ghareeb, in Enemy of the Sun: Poetry of Palestinian Resistance

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The penisest of tunes.

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[ruporas]

birthday party (id in alt)

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

[kermit-coded]

this land is our land really went hard on jaime's true superpower being his kindness and it's making me cry.

[tuherrus]

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[smellroy]

Hi hello if it's alright I have Questions about the Sleeping Terror Lieut art you posted 1. Are Irving and Hodgson restraining Little? Is it on purpose? He's already starfishing, is he a kicker/thrasher without appropriate support? Alternatively, is Little the anchor for the other two? Hodgeson primly holding the crook of his arm and Irving's sleeping cap across his eyes would imply as much. 2. The pillow on the floor. Is it Irvings, who stole Ned's after he pushed his own off? Or is it Ned's, who somehow flung it right off the edge of the bed? 3. Irving and Ned both on top of the blanket, Hodge barely using a corner - do the terror lieutenants sleep hotter than most? 4. Hodgson, rigid, face-up, mask on. Jopson, rigid, face-down, into the pillow. Coincidence?

Y’all are out there asking the hard-hitting questions.. I tried to answer a few but even I don’t have all the answers.

[sabrinasource]

SABRINA CARPENTER at Outside Lands (August 10, 2024)

[coatl-cuddles]

More drawpile doodles, but this time MOTH edition