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[zu-is-here]

as it should be

[3/5] ★ Happy anniversary Dreamtale ★

Dream & Nightmare by jokublog

[souenkun]

Judging from these panels, would it mean that there's no other yorishima exorcist that's still alive (since natori said that the yorishima family "was once" a big name, past tense) in the canon timeline, and that the yorishima we know probably ended his family's exorcism business for good by retiring himself? If so, was the reason tied to the youkai living in his left arm, or is there another cause? And when exactly did he retire— was it before or during seiji and shuuichi's high school days, which was why his left arm appeared with the thick bandages when he gave them the loquats in the anime, but he still lived in the estate during that time, or was it after the two became legal adults, which lined up somewhat with him moving into his forest home, abandoning his family estate in favor of living in isolation?

And, speaking of retirement, I wonder if we'll ever know why midorikawa told us that the takis were "famous" (which presumedly meant they were strong enough to be well-known) as occult diviners, since tooru herself only ever mentioned what their previous family business entails, and never about their status in the exorcism community? We don't really need this extra bit if she wanted to further establish how tooru has an aptitude for spell-casting, either. Again, there's another "strong" family (whose members are still alive in canon) that went into retirement, but did the taki family lost their power because the ability to see (if they were needed for diviners) disappeared for at least the last three generations (if we assumed that tooru and isamu's parents couldn't see youkai too), or was it due to another reason? How close was shinichiro (tooru and isamu's grandpa) to the matobas that even the current clan head came to pay his respects during his sixth death anniversary; was his relationship with seiji's father strictly resolved around exorcism business, or was anything else involved? Does tooru herself doesn't fully understand the prowess her family once had, hence why seiji was the one who told takashi (and us readers) about it? What would this tiny bit of lore mean for tooru with it revealed this late into the manga, when tooru herself only talked sparsely about her ancestors in previous chapters?

[monarchisms]

minecraft monstrous compendium art appreciation post

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

Birthday se pehle kalesh hona is an important part of the event. ☠️

[vally-vall-vall]

I see your Swedish translation for Astrophage and offer you the Czech translation as well

[bones-n-bookles]

Why are jeans so expensive and why does caterpillar no longer make the same ones I have and love but have a growing crotch hole and why is the most similar type they have very different and also not made in denim

[merrilark]

!!!!!!!!!!!

Gonna!!!!! Have my first Japanese class this Thursday!!

[questwithambition]

Went to the British Library and collected a readers room pass and I am never leaving

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 3 - COME TO THE LIBRARY, WE HAVE COOKIES

Working at the library is actually one of the best major decisions I have ever made. Then again, when you consider the fact that my other major decisions include moving into Gotham city without proper research, as well as deciding that I could totally finish an entire engineering plate in less than 12 hours, saying it's my “best decision” suddenly doesn't really mean much.

But I digress— you might be wondering, why exactly is working at the library so great?

Well, for one, the money is actually pretty good, all things considered. I get paid really well for a part-timer, with a generous amount of bonuses sprinkled in every now and then thanks to the fact that the Gotham City Public Library is under the care of the Waynes. They also aren't stingy with the amount of paid leaves you're allowed to take, nor will they make you do unpaid overtime.

Considering the fact that this is basically my first job, I’d count that as a win.

The best part? Barbara Gordon, head librarian herself. She's a godsend I tell you. She gives us hot chocolate whenever we want (or some other preferred beverage if you're allergic or just don't like chocolate or something), and she handles unruly customers like a fucking pro. I cannot express enough how grateful I am for all those times she stepped in to handle customers that were being difficult. As a very introverted blob, I salute you. Mad respect for this woman, seriously.

Like, last week she found me crying in one of the more hidden corners of the library because I failed one of my quizzes. She consoled me throughout the whole thing, and even gave me a box of my favorite chocolates and candies the next day to cheer me up! Hell, she even sat me down that night before my shift ended so she could help me with my calculus homework. Fucking amazing human being, I tell you.

If anyone hurts her I swear to god it is on sight.

I may not know how to shoot a gun but I sure as hell know how to stab a bitch.

Also, her dad, Jim Gordon? Awesome guy too, he's really sweet. I first met him when I was walking home after my shift, and I think I almost gave him a heart attack when I told him I lived near (read: basically inside of) Crime Alley— so now he drives me home whenever he can.

If you're ever in Gotham, go visit the Gotham City Public Library. It's literally one of the best places in Gotham.

Did I mention we have free cookies? Because we have free cookies. Just go to the front desk, the cookie jar is free for everyone, but you're only allowed one. Unless you're very nice. In which case you can have two.

[djryefaith87]

Free

Seems really far and out of reach.

No where near a pool or a beach.

Yet feeling a second win near me.

Stay focus let me be.

Sometimes in the dark I found light.

It's like finding food taking a bite.

Nerves hitting me from every side.

Devil throwing shots and God protecting the ride.

Shocking myself at times open wide.

All the reasons to be nervous and scared.

Life isn't over for this small human bear.

There's still alot for me to see.

But at least for a night cap God let me free.

[laseratingfist]

has anybody else read roadside picnic? because i want to talk about the parallels between the story and belobog's quest, specifically cocolia and sampo, and redrick schuhart

it might take me a while to put together all my thoughts on it, but the main ideas i have right now are cocolia and the stellaron vs red and the wish machine, and sampo with his relic dealing and red being a stalker (like, the video game s.t.a.l.k.e.r. .... that's just what his job is called. it's relic hunting.)

[chelshiart]

I love your Derkholm artwork!!

Thank you anon!!! It's my absolute favorite DWJ series (which is saying something when it's up against hmc and chrestomanci lol), so I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who adores Derkholm!

[yoshistory]

jigsaw puzzles always remind me of being down at the beach. the place we used to stay had puzzles and boardgames stored away for fun. i'd like to get some more of them to have

[irctcofficial]

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[mitzirockerextendeduniverse]

...

is there room for me, in this cozy cottagecore future?

i don't have a garden. that's not because i don't have an opportunity, it's because it's not my kind of thing. i don't have grandkids, either. i live on my own, in a small house full of old books and at least one thing what plays video games. there's a community outside, for when i have the energy, but i need my own space, quiet, unbothered, to recharge. i go for walks, i write

what am i wearing? up here, where i grew up, they make clothes from wool, it's way too cold to grow clothing plants. but wool itches against my skin, it makes me break out in rashes, and it gets up my throat and makes my breath come out wheezing. that's likely to be a problem either way, though, with how terrible my respiratory system is. are there asthma inhalers in your future? are there annual flu shots?

what do i eat? pecans, eggs, milk, i have so many allergies i have to keep in mind when i choose my food, narrowing down your sprawling feast to a few tiny dishes. you look at your locally grown produce and marvel at its freshness, but i stare at the nuts and beans on offer and remember the tropical fruits of my youth. chicken in bread again tonight, it seems

while you grow milkweed in your garden, am i fiddling with a nest of internet cables, begging them out loud to just connect, just for an hour? or does the internet even exist? am i forever wistfully remembering the friends i made when i was young, the fandom community that was the first place i ever belonged, the stories that meant so much to me that no one around me ever understands? i used to study a language spoken on the other end of eurasia, it was the one 'useful' skill i've ever really had. i used to be able to brush up against a world so like and unlike my own, and dreamed of writing translation bridges to bring together people from here and there. i'll never touch that world again, now

perhaps i've made friends in my local community, but i've never been good at that. i can't talk for an hour about nothing, i can't do small talk or stay in a conversation that's stressing me out or even look people in the eye for more than a second. and what would i talk to them about? either i have nothing to say on a topic or i can and will go on for hours, i nod and fiddle with a piece of grass while they talk about village life and talk so much my jaw begins to ache when they bring up books, or history, or the stories in my mind. i type easier than i talk, it's harder to get lost in spiralling tangents when i can edit my words before i show them to the world, harder to seem rude or inattentive around someone who doesn't know me when it's acceptable to reply to people as and when you feel up to it. in real life, i stumble over my words, and i fail to explain myself, and i talk too loud and too fast in an unidentifiable accent. not that many people have the patience

and what happens when the crops fail, or a disease spreads through town, or the flood barriers fail? will my community accept that sometimes these things happen and do what they can to ameliorate the problem, or will some of them do what people around here have done for centuries long after they should have known better, and blame the old, reclusive, uncanny, isolated jew?

all of which is assuming i even survive to the time when you're showing your grandchildren pictures of lawns without tomatoes. when i was young, every month i would go to the chemist and they would give me little cardboard packets of antidepressants and antipsychotics and antihistamines, a chemical cocktail my psychiatrist and i had put together through trial and error over the course of years. those medicines stopped my brain from grinding itself to death in the gears of tangled unshakeable terrifying thoughts and gave me the strength to get outside of my own head and make a mark on the world. i never asked what was in the packets, or how it was made. i never thought i'd need to know. but now - at best, i think, i'm scouring markets for expensive drugs i used to get free and easily from the government and the global supply chain. at worst... i barely got through a decade without my meds, once puberty and secondary school kicked my mental health issues into overdrive. i don't think i'd survive five more

don't get me wrong, i'm not writing this to reddit-atheist debunk your dream. i'm writing this because i read your post about the crack in the darkness through which you see a tree, and i...

seven billion people, in every corner of the planet. unless we totally break the biosphere (and i don't think that's likely, we're not half as powerful as we think), even if things get apocalyptically bad... even if not all of us survive this, mathematically, someone, somewhere, will. i think we owe that person something. people my age talk a lot about how we have no future and we're all going to die, but i've never been able to believe that. maybe it's privilege, maybe it's the kind of deliberately unthinking optimism i developed back when my fears would pile up so heavy the back of my neck would burn, but... our parents grew up thinking they'd die in a hail of nuclear fire, some of our ancestors grew up thinking the last judgment would come any minute and there was no need to think about the world around us. which is partially what got us into this mess in the first place. no one's ever made bank on the end of the world, and i'm not arrogant enough to think our generation is magically right when all our predecessors have been wrong. there will be a tomorrow. we need to prepare for it

i'd been thinking like that for a few years, already, when i read your post. but it was the first time i'd seen thoughts like that reflected back at me from someone i could see as a peer. a tumblr user, just like me, who can see a bright future ahead. i'm not into bugs or plants or north american environmental management, but i did read your blog, for hope

but then i read this, and... i'm probably projecting. i often do that, when i haven't taken my meds, get lost in rhetorical wildernesses with barely any relation to what anyone's actually said. still i can't shake the fear that the future you described, that sounded so boundless, is actually tight and constrained, horizons that barely stretch to the nearest town, where you are trapped in a community is friendly and supportive as long as you are exactly what they want you to be

it's almost certainly not what you meant. but modernity saved my life, literally and metaphorically, several times over, and the outlines of the idyllic future you sketch have taken on a shake alarmingly similar to the past i, a mentally ill autistic weirdo who grew up an outcast, child of poor english farmers who scraped the bottom of the butter tin to get every last drop and eastern european city jews who only just escaped to america before the sword of damocles finally fell, fought so hard to escape

In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines

[nature-played-a-trick-on-me]

Going to my beloved Rijksmuseum van Oudheden tomorrow but I am incredibly anxious instead of excited 🥲