Hi! I'm glad you're posting so much about Harris. Almost no one I follow/am mutuals with has been talking about the election at all even though it's so close, even though they were doing so much back in 2020. Do you have any thoughts on that sort of situation? Maybe it's that they're tired of talking about it, but it's just really concerning. It's like the election doesn't even exist to them, and they stopped talking about it once they couldn't complain about it. (First they complained they didn't like Biden because of his support for Israel. Then he dropped out and Harris took over and they complained about her being a cop and supporting Israel. Then there were a few posts explaining that she was a prosecutor and actually did a lot to help people, and also that she also supports Palestine and wants a ceasefire. After that, it's been absolutely nothing from any of them for weeks. Many of them are Americans living in the US, too. (Though it's more understandable for someone outside the US to not want to bother, even mutuals and people I follow who live in other countries had been extremely vocal about US politics in the recent past, so it still feels strange for them to also be saying nothing about it now.)
Hey there, thanks for reaching out! I think it's a shame that I lot of folks aren't talking much about this election when so much is on the line.
I think a lot of people either don't realize how much is on the line, don't like Kamala for whatever reason they may have, or see it as "obvious" to vote for Kamala and don't bother talking about it because they assume that everyone already will.
My advice would be to talk about it yourself, make and reblog posts about it, be the change you wish to see. And hopefully, your mutuals will see those and reblog them, spreading the word. Especially posts about Kamala's plans for office, and her past record throughout her career, to help the folks who don't know enough about her to make up their minds.
A lot of people seem to have this idea that both parties are the same, or that Democrats never get anything done. I think a lot of this stems from people just not paying close attention to what goes on in politics, which is understandable. The main reason Democrats don't get as much done as they say they will is that they get blocked all the time by Republicans in the House and Senate, which the majority of people seem to forget about.
Many leftists on here don't like Kamala because she worked with Biden, or because of the ongoing issues with the war in Gaza, or because they just don't think she's left-wing enough. The best way to address these types is to remind them that even if they don't like Kamala, she's better than Trump. And one of them is going to be our next president, no matter what. An election isn't about picking the person who matches your values to a T, it's about choosing which of two options you prefer, even if neither are perfect.
In the case of people you're close with, you can talk to them about their views on this election, and answer any questions they might have, or address disinformation they heard.
The most important thing is to be kind and understanding, because at their hearts, everyone wants what's best for our country, and for their loved ones. We just don't always agree on what that looks like. The best way to convince people is to figure out what issues are important to them, and explain how Kamala is the best candidate for them.
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thank you for the tag, @sasheneskywalker!!!
rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.
favorite color: it changes regularly, but currently, a dusty/greyish purple
last song: Maps by The Front Bottoms
currently reading:
Butcher & Blackbird by Brynne Weaver is my current fiction read and i *hate* it with my entire being. don't read it.
Postcolonial Astrology: Reading the Planets through Capital, Labor, & Power by Alice Sparkly Kat is my current non-fiction read and so far, it's very good
i'm reading a lot of comics at the moment, but my main read is Manhunter (2004) which so far, is very good, i highly recommend. i'm also planning to read Midnighter (2007) and Black Widow (2014).
currently watching:
The Acolyte has been my most recent fixation so that's just on loop rewatching over and over in the background. a lot
i've been watching Pennyworth which is far better than i expected it to be, i'm really enjoying it
i also started Invincible, which i've been enjoying
idk if it counts but i've rewatched Madame Web a concerning number of times in the past few days.
currently craving: i'd kill for an Italian Cream Soda from tea2go rn
coffee or tea: tea. i used to be a big coffee person in my teens but my chronic illness doesn't like caffeine and it *really* doesn't like coffee so i just drink tea now, but i do love tea
hobby to try: the unrealistic hobby i'd like to get into a fanfiction binding, but that takes materials and resources i do *not* currently have. i think a more realistic answer is i've been meaning to get into marvel comics more.
current au: tbh the main AU i'm working on is a Lance Brunner-centric Post-Crisis fic where i'm completely rewriting his origins to make his death as Robin more significant but still something no one talks about, leading to the ressurection of Jason also reviving Lance and Jason going on his little spree, having no idea he's not the only dead Robin. i've figured out all of the backstory and how i want to characterize Lance, but the actual plot of the fic i'm still working out. i'm leaning toward Lance/Dick as a ship, but i haven't decided. i have so many notes and ideas though and i think it's funny to take a random one-off character from a random 60s comic and actually turn him into something substantial and how he'd shape the Batfamily. trust me i'm so close to infodumping about it here everyday.
i'm also working on a *really* messed up unhealthy Damian/Tim fic, where Damian purposefully breaks the timeline so Tim was never Robin and Damian was the third Robin instead. but when Bruce "dies" Damian realizes he has no idea where to start with finding Bruce so he has to go to a civilian!Tim for help, who has no idea the timeline was changed or that he was ever Robin in a different world. it's gonna be fun and fucked up and full of Damian's jealousy complex over Tim.
i don't know if i can come up with nine whole people to tag for this since i'm still new here but i can try: @searchforahero @divine-dominion @kevin-day-is-bi @kerakeriza @deepwithintheabyss
@maryshellyswife @alicemaem @justmyshittyspace @sandmanwhore and yeah that's all i got.just tagging some mutuals/ppl i see on my posts a lot!!!
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I posted 7,898 times in 2022
That's 5,439 more posts than 2021!
298 posts created (4%)
7,600 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@/caspercryptid
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@oodlyenough
I tagged 5,497 of my posts in 2022
Only 30% of my posts had no tags
#arcane - 1,074 posts
#the sandman netflix - 575 posts
#jayvik - 442 posts
#viktor - 260 posts
#the sandman - 246 posts
#dream of the endless - 245 posts
#doctor who - 226 posts
#dreamling - 205 posts
#star wars - 176 posts
#jayce talis - 135 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#and because i had a public-facing job when i got married and the fact that i got married was only of the business of people i wanted to tell
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Ok so listen… here is what is breaking my poor bisexual brain about Arcane.
These two…
And them…
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305 notes - Posted February 24, 2022
#4
Hey would you like a little Dreamling ficlet? Sure you would...
(Probably in the same universe as The Century Gentleman but you don't need to have read that one... though of course I hope you will.)
Update: This is now on Ao3!
Hob rubbed his eyes in an attempt both to clear his blurring vision and chase away the headache that had been building for the last 20 minutes. He reread the paragraph he had just written and sighed. He was no Shakespeare, a treacherous internal voice reminded him.
“Come to me.”
That voice was also in his head but it definitely did not belong to him.
“I can’t, Dream,” he murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I’m busy.”
“You are exhausted and your head aches.”
“Yes,” Hob acknowledged to the empty room, “and that doesn’t change the fact that I need to convince university administration not to cut the history department’s budget.”
“What does it matter? You said yourself that you only have a few years left in this place.”
“It matters,” Hob grumbled around the catch of annoyance in his throat, “because it’s not about me. It’s about some kid who has their eyes opened to the context of the problems of the world because of a well-taught history class. It’s about a kid who decides to devote their life to making the world a better place because their history professor inspired them.”
“All the more reason, then, for you to tackle this when you’re better rested.” Dream’s tone had gentled. “Come to me.”
Hob heaved a deep sigh and waited, but did not feel the familiar change in the atmosphere that signaled when Dream had crossed into the waking world.
“You’re not coming to ‘Sandman’ me?” he asked after a moment.
“I will if you like, but it seems unnecessary. If you go to bed you will be asleep in minutes. I will be waiting.”
Hob heaved another sigh, then turned off his computer and went to brush his teeth.
Hob felt like he had just closed his eyes when a thin white hand was reaching for him. He took the hand in his own and felt himself being pulled, both towards Dream and into a deep sleep.
And then he was in Dream’s arms, his face pressed against his lover’s chest. Dream smelled of cold night air, and his skin was cool as always, but his solidity was a comfort.
“I am glad you came,” Dream said softly.
Hob looked up at him, and then up some more. Dream’s physical manifestation always varied in the Dreaming. Tonight he was well over six feet tall, skin gleaming white, black hair floating wildly around his head, and eyes of midnight shining with twin stars. Hob smiled up at him and was met with an answering smile that was incongruously warm on such an imposing figure.
Dream cupped Hob’s cheek in his large hand and ran a thumb gently under his eye.
“I do not like it when you suffer,” Dream said.
Hob chuckled. “This isn’t suffering, love. I’ve been through suffering. This is just a headache.”
“I do not wish for you to be in any amount of pain.” Dream frowned. “And this… budget cut… has upset you.”
Hob turned his head to kiss Dream’s palm, then smiled up at him. “I’m starting to think that I’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep.”
He blinked as Dream shrunk down so that they were once again the same height.
“I intend to make sure of that,” Dream murmured as he leaned forward to kiss Hob’s lips.
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#3
Um my hand slipped and I wrote 930 words of Matthew being the very best raven a sad emo bastard of a dream lord could ask for.
Matthew wasn’t entirely sure how he navigated the Palace of the Dreaming. It wasn’t like the rooms stayed the same or like the rooms that were almost always there (the Library for example) stayed in the same place. He wasn’t even sure that they had a place as it were.
But if Matthew thought about where he wanted to go and started flying, usually he got there.
Lord Morpheus was easy to find in the Dreaming. He had a gravitational pull, like the entire realm was being gently drawn towards him at all times. All Matthew had to do was follow the current and eventually he would end up on the Dream King’s shoulder.
He thought sometimes about how Jessamy must have felt, separated from that comforting current for decades. It made his feathers stand on end and made him grip Lord Morpheus’s shoulder a little tighter with his talons. It wasn’t at all surprising to Matthew that Jessamy gave her life trying to free Lord Morpheus. He was certain that if he was in her shoes (well, not shoes, birds don’t wear shoes) he would have done the same.
Matthew stood in front of the door and cocked his head, looking at it. Lord Morpheus was on the other side of the door, Matthew could feel his pull. He had been Somewhere Else, not the Dreaming or the waking world, and hadn’t taken Matthew, which had Matthew’s feathers a bit ruffled. But now he was back in the Dreaming and Matthew wanted to go to him. Just to check in. See if he needed anything. Make sure he was ok. And so he had started following the pull but ended up in front of this closed door.
He hadn’t reached a closed door before. Usually walls and doors in the Palace just kind of became insubstantial as he approached them. Maybe this one meant that Lord Morpheus wanted to be alone? Maybe it meant that something was wrong? Matthew considered going to check with Lucienne but what if something was wrong now? What if it would be more wrong in the time it took him to find Lucienne and come back? What if Lucienne would be horrified that Matthew hadn’t tried - really tried - to get to Lord Morpheus?
Matthew took a breath, pictured Lord Morpheus, and pushed -
He tumbled beak over tail feathers into the room.
Matthew got to his feet and shook his feathers back into place, then looked around. Lord Morpheus was sitting on a cushion on the floor in the corner of the room, knees drawn up to his chest. He looked far more like a wet cat than the mighty king of a realm, even though he was in his human form. Matthew hopped a little closer.
“Uh, Boss?”
Lord Morpheus raised his head. His eyes were black with stars in them but still looked wet and shimmering.
“Matthew?”
“Hey,” Matthew hopped up to his feet, “are you ok?”’
Lord Morpheus ran his hand over his face then shifted to sit with his legs crossed in front of him. “I am… ok. I was speaking with my sister, Despair. As always it was a trying experience.”
“Do - uh - do you want me to leave you alone? You had the door closed…”
“No.” The answer came much faster than Matthew was expecting. “No, I find I would be glad of the company.”
Warmed by this, Matthew hopped up onto Lord Morpheus’s knee. “Siblings, huh?”
“Did you have siblings, Matthew?” He rested his head against the wall behind him.
“A little sister,” Matthew replied with a shake of his feathers. “She was a pain in the ass. Not the anthropomorphic personification of despair, mind you, but certainly not pleasant.”
Lord Morpheus chuckled softly and reached out to stroke the back of his index finger over the feathers of Matthew’s chest.
That… huh. That felt really good. Matthew leaned into the contact and Lord Morpheus kept stroking.
“So what did Despair want?”
“The usual,” Lord Morpheus huffed, “to goad me. Under the guise of ‘catching up’ of course.”
“Do you think Desire put her up to it?”
“It is possible. But Despair hardly needs encouragement. She hates me just as much as her twin does, though she is generally less devious in her ways of showing it.”
“Why do they hate you so much?”
“Our realms are close together but I exceed them in power. Death and Destiny are too remote to provoke their ire, but I am near enough to inspire jealousy and competition.”
“Why do you talk to them then if they just bring you grief?”
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591 notes - Posted October 17, 2022
#2
With the announcement of season 2 my fellow dreamling shippers understand that the ship is not going to become canon right?
Hob will show up in season 2, Sturridge and Kingsley will probably have the incredible chemistry that got us all into this ship, and what will be on the screen is a completely platonic friendship.
And when that happens people are not going to complain and send Neil horrible asks, right?
Because dreamling is awesome and it is ours. The ship belongs to the fans. If we want content of it then we have to make it and support the fans who are making it.
It’s not going to be canon, and you know what? That’s awesome! Because it belongs to us and we can make it whatever we want.
There is already so much incredible art and fic out there. Let’s make more and let’s tell the people who make it that we love it.
Dreamling is ours.
684 notes - Posted November 4, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Hey friends. Do this:
This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.
Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.
I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.
29,288 notes - Posted October 28, 2022
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