#but that's GOOD

[hexcodesims]

fundraising for palestine!

if you feel pushed to help palestinians with donations after the ICJ ruling as well as the news that many western nations have paused funding for the UNRWA, i hope i can give you a little incentive.

send me a screenshot of a donation you made to a mutual aid fund or charity for palestine (here's a link to a tumblr post with a variety of different funds/charities), and i'll post a piece of cc for every $20 raised. i'll stack the amounts donated, so if four people donate $5 that'll count as one piece of cc!

if possible, please make sure that your receipt screenshot has a date in it. and if you made a donation earlier this week, feel free to submit anyway! i'll count everything back until 1/21/24.

(also, if you made a $10 donation to esims for gaza you can get a piece of art from the cartoonist cooperative)

thank you if you decide to make a donation!

Total: $62

[trinkets-bog-domain]

Maybe I just can't make peace with the fact that Celia has a baby because I was low-key projecting on her. And I'm really all for her actually being a single mother without having to justify it or applying moral judgement to it. It's okay and even cool!

But something doesn't add up. How is she at work the whole night. How is she not off her rails from exhaustion. This could have even been an explanation for why she was busy, true! But if she is really (I think it's kind of canon by this point) from tma universe, when exactly did she come here? "A few wild years". Oh my god, she must have been through so much...

I don't know. Celia told Sam that he could see Jack if he is trustworthy enough. + She was worried about him in ep 11. So he is real.

So why do I feel like something is not adding up...

[tamedgod]

not colored bc my tablet is broken but here!!!! more finalized, full body ow verse designs!!!!! might still put xiao in the baggy tactical pants i originally drew, he just wanted tall slutty boots 🤦‍♀️ but haru's design is pretty solid! still debating the bionic legs tho...

[culturalcicada]

Adding lyrics to what does what?! I thought putting your music on streaming platforms was supposed to leave you with more money and not less?

I don't blame people for staying in abusive relationships, especially if they have a financial need to do so, so I don't blame artists for using Stotify either. But I need them to at least consider the alternatives.

Bandcamp, for one thing, may be owned by a big corporation nowadays but it was originally designed by human beings and it shows. And if you just wanna promote your stuff, such as by sharing lyrics, you have a million additional options.

small musicians who don't post their lyrics online anywhere. Why do you hate me

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[monsieurenjlolras]

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

[theres-rue-for-you]

my brother works on a boat so when he rants about his job I can’t take it seriously because he keeps angrily referring to his boss as “captain”. like sorry ur having 19th century sailor problems my guy

[qrowscant]

its been about 6 months

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[jacocoon]

I forgive you Joker, U are a good boy

[politijohn]

Source

[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.