#and friendly

[vickitea]

I think the reason why I like epic so much is like 40% the actual music and 60% the community, the cast, the creator, and the journessy

Ykwim?

[money-and-dandellions]

ToA fandom is like a small town where everyone knows everyone and visits from day to day to drink some tea because why not.

And everyone is friendly.

[askdrhanniballecter]

@ilmostrolamb we have another visitor in our garden.

[aeoni-sw]

i cant take it anymore, is that an exit door? a character i want to draw?!

gift for @pocket-ghostie because i couldn't resist drawing lilly lol

[the-gift-givers-residency]

[Gift felt two presences materialise behind him. Somehow, he didn’t need to look to know who it was. The people — or more, person, — he’d been dreading to see ever since Neo mentioned it.]

[He turned, and, speak of the devil, stood Crown, and just behind her was Regi.]

Hi there, love…

!!! [Gift felt a familiar panic begin to consume them, stumbling back. She was warned of this, she knew this would happen. Surely this Crown character wouldn’t let Regi kill her again, right??? —]

Wait, wait! Calm down, it’s okay, she’s not gonna do anything to you

[Crown knocked on the air around Regi, and a honeycomb pattern of yellow rippled out at her touch, revealing a spherical forcefield encapsulating her.]

See? She can’t get to you. But, she does however, have something to say to you…

[Gift studied Regi in her little hamster ball. She seemed to be trying to kill them again, only with her eyes this time.]

[They had to look away from her eyes.]

…Yeah, she definitely looks like she wants to say something.

[cesar-the-salad]

I had a dream last night where I was working with Walter White and Jesse Pinkman on a new meth recipe and I had to go into this mysterious forest to get ingredients (the ingredients were black formless objects) and we worked in an abandoned shack with a bunch of cats

[bluuxriising]

Bluu is associated with octopus. Her trident has an octopus head decoration on the handle. Her hair is decorated with jewelry in the shape of curling tentacles, and in the heat of battle, she can transform the lower half of her body into a mass of writhing tentacles.

[israelifepotato]

I have received so much information. Still very scared about this job but I'm giving it a try.

She said 2 girls were given 2 weeks each to see if they suit, and another girl for 2 days (she left). So.

I'm assuming I'll have a 2 week test run and we will see.

I'm not stupid, I can do the job. It's just that I suspect the main guy doesn't like me and I'm his secretary so idk.

[anishenanigans]

they're adding new pvp features to pinterest

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

as an aroace person with limited sexual experience, no interest in watching porn, and poor sex ed as a teen, there IS something simultaneously funny and vaguely tragic about being 28 adult years old and realising how extremely tiny your frame of reference is for genitalia and deciding you should expand this to better understand bodies (yours and others). and then you're just there like "okay so what the fuck do I even google right now, anyway"

[hellsitegenetics]

big shout out to trans women

[taxidermycanine]

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[defilerwyrm]

Growth capitalism is a deranged fantasy for lunatics.

Year 1, your business makes a million dollars in profit. Great start!

Year 2, you make another million. Oh no! Your business is failing because you didn't make more than last year!

Okay, say year 2 you make $2 mil. Now you're profitable!

Then year 3 you make $3 mil. Oh no! Your business is failing! But wait, you made more money than last year right? Sure, but you didn't make ENOUGH more than last year so actually your business is actively tanking! Time to sell off shares and dismantle it for parts! You should have made $4 mil in profit to be profitable, you fool!

If you're not making more money every year by an ever-increasing exponent, the business is failing!

Absolute degenerate LUNACY

[teaboot]

Fifteen year old me, deeply in denial: Im sure all girls wanna look like that

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