#but there are many others

[extasiswings]

The thing is, I very much do consider myself a progressive, but I’m a pragmatic progressive, which to me means (among other things) that I have a meaningful understanding of how government actually works, including being honest about what can and can’t be done through executive order and agency action, SCOTUS ratfuckery, and which party is responsible for congressional gridlock. As a policy matter, it also means I recognize that slogans are not policy and that the vast majority of policy goals can be reached in many ways (and that insisting your preferred method must be used to reach a goal while refusing to accept alternatives that are more feasible to implement and will accomplish the ultimate goal is the height of selfishness). And relatedly, I don’t demonize incremental change because in my view if you can help some people you should even if you aren’t able to help absolutely everyone you wanted to, you have a moral obligation to at a minimum help those you can and continue the fight for everyone else the next day. These things are not incompatible with progressive policy goals or values, and yet to the online left, those views make me an evil neoliberal etc etc. It never ceases to amaze me.

[nobigsecrets]

Unpopular opinion but I wish shippers would start to realize that it is not the one and ultimate goal in a relationship to get married. And while this is true for any romantic relationship whatsoever, it's bugging me especially with queer ships because this way of thinking is dripping with heteronormativity.

There are a million different ways to live a good and committed relationship. Being married is just one of them. Not everyone wants that. You can be devoted and committed to each other without being married. It would be nice to see that in fandom more often.

[victorluvsalice]

slowthai, Mura Masa - Doorman (Lyrics Video) by Artiste

Fuck it -- after reblogging tessaaaaa's edited DBDA chase sequence video featuring this song earlier this week, I have to feature the actual full song itself for Song Saturday. This one is all about the vibes for me -- after seeing it matched up with that sequence where that WWI ghost is chasing Edwin and Charles, this is now Perfect Being Chased Music in my head. Meaning I'm having a lot of fun imagining various versions of my Valicer trio running from danger in my brain while listening to this. XD Hopefully something similar happens to you!

[noddynods]

If i had the power to animate i would be unstoppable

I wanna obtain that power so I can be unstoppable (= making dreambert & antasma centered animatics on songs that only I can understand could be related to them)

[coldgoldlazarus]

Thinking back to early longform fanfics for a long-running property that wind up going in a wildly different direction... it's such an interesting time capsule...

[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.

[kittykatninja321]

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

[flufflecat]

thinking about ford "human blood tastes better" pines

ford "i have been desiring blood more than usual" pines

stanford "was bitten by a fruit bat but still wrote the sentence 'i have been desiring blood more than usual'" pines

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[wardensantoineandevka]

is that piece of media actually bad, or is it just not following the blueprint you projected onto it? is that work actually not good, or are you just demanding something from it that is absolutely antithetical to its themes, genre, tone, and narrative goal? is that story actually poorly written, or do you just dislike that it is not the specific things you wanted from it that it never set out to be, never was, and never is going to become? is it actually bad, or is it actually well-executed and you just dislike the story it chose to be because it isn't catering to your specific desires and expectations?

[calicorobin]

beanbag chair psychology

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this

[scorchedhearth]

characters who dig themselves out of their graves (whether literal or metaphorical) are at the top of the list. nothing beats a character who should have died but didn't and comes back to haunt their own life and the world around them, benevolent or violent it doesn't matter, it's enthralling either way

[rohirric-hunter]

One of the funny things about LotR is that almost every people in it professes to disbelieve in the supernatural, but because they live in a fantasy world their baseline for "natural" is so jacked up. The Rohirrim are like, yeah, there's a wizard in this tower and ancient tradition that we have no reason to doubt says this mountain is full of ghosts, but walking trees? Short people? I don't think so. Galadriel is like, "Listen I heard you describe what I do as magic and look I just gotta clear some things up, okay." Gondorians are like, yeah, of course the Enemy has spectres of men who lived long ago and never died and can now fly above us and incapacitate us with just their voices. This is just a fact of life, okay? But shut up about this magic weed that makes comatose people better. That's an old wives' tale. Royalty? Press X to doubt.

The people group in Tolkien's work who seem most receptive to magic and least restricted by their own notions of what it can do actually seem to be the hobbits. And they use it to avoid meeting people they don't want to talk to

[agave]

if you ever want a good time go and see if I have a fandom tag for something on my blog. the only things I ever fandom tag besides original posts are bizarre and esoteric reblogs like some kind of stupid collage