#decade after decade

[blocksruinedme]

the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice

I'm not saying terrible things don't happen, won't happen. I can't say I know the future, can't say things might not fall apart in ways that shock me. But, fam, I was thinking about US ballot initiatives today, and remembered gay marriage will never be slowly creeping across the us state by state again. (Now it's pot!)

I remember before gay marriage. I protested and phone banked, I fought in my small way, and we got it. Like we got voting rights across race and gender, like we got every thing we've fought for, and eventually no politician is going to talk shit about interracial marriage. Sometimes things go backwards for a bit, and it fucking sucks, but almost everything with our rights is better than it was a hundred years ago.

I'm not saying you can't be scared, I shouldn't ever tell you how to feel, but as someone who became aware of the world in the last century... some of the progress we've made is fucking amazing. Federal gay marriage? I didn't know if I'd live to see it.

I'm not religious at all, but I think this is true because, damn it, people as a whole do get better. I'll let Dr. King take it from here (full transcript below the cut.)

Let this affirmation be our ringing cry. It will give us the courage to face the uncertainties of the future. It will give our tired feet new strength as we continue our forward stride toward the city of freedom. When our days become dreary with low hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.

A selection portion of Dr. King's "Where Do We Go From Here" speech, delivered August 16, 1967 to the Southern Christian Leadership Conference in Atlanta. Text heard in clip: I must confess, my friends, the road ahead will not always be smooth. There will still be rocky places of frustration and meandering points of bewilderment. There will be inevitable setbacks here and there. There will be those moments when the buoyancy of hope will be transformed into the fatigue of despair. Our dreams will sometimes be shattered and our ethereal hopes blasted. We may again with tear-drenched eyes have to stand before the bier of some courageous civil-rights worker whose life will be snuffed out by the dastardly acts of bloodthirsty mobs. Difficult and painful as it is, we must walk on in the days ahead with an audacious faith in the future. And as we continue our charted course, we may gain consolation in the words so nobly left by that great black bard who was also a great freedom fighter of yesterday, James Weldon Johnson:

Stony the road we trod,

Bitter the chastening rod

Felt in the days

When hope unborn had died.

Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet

Come to the place

For which our fathers sighed?

We have come over the way

That with tears hath been watered.

We have come treading our paths

Through the blood of the slaughtered,

Out from the gloomy past,

Till now we stand at last

Where the bright gleam

Of our bright star is cast.

Let this affirmation be our ringing cry. It will give us the courage to face the uncertainties of the future. It will give our tired feet new strength as we continue our forward stride toward the city of freedom. When our days become dreary with low hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.

Let us realize that William Cullen Bryant is right: "Truth crushed to earth will rise again." Let us go out realizing that the Bible is right: "Be not deceived, God is not mocked. Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." This is our hope for the future, and with this faith we will be able to sing in some not too distant tomorrow with a cosmic past tense, "We have overcome, we have overcome, deep in my heart, I did believe we would overcome."

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Suddenly left without a home, Emerald must find a job and a flat so she can live her life.

And, the old woman reappears outside the building she lives in, year after year, decade after decade.

[yesokayiknow]

fifteen: quick question what's worse: killing every living being in creation or killing the guy who wants to kill every living being in creation

ruby: first one

mel: first one yeah

kate: definitely the first one

fifteen: results unclear i will now use this as another reason to hate myself ✌️

[satsuha]

thank you for coming back

trace base

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[nenoname]

Cute wholesome fics where Stan teaches Soos or Wendy how to drive were always so funny to me because...

And while he insists that everyone in town has ran over McGucket before, we also know he ran over Toby too and absolutely did not give a shit (understandable in that case)

But then again...

Also bless Mr Honeypants

And another detail I love is that his car is casually filled with parking tickets

How many tickets are in Ford's name...

[lazylittledragon]

Hello I love your bg3 content and your Dorian is so lovely! Can we get like an alternative reality with Dorian and Ascended Astarion? What would your headcannon be for them? 🙇

something like this, probably

[warren-keplers-funk-band]

hi. this,,

is just the spiritual successor to

[pirinpom]

athf art from my twtt because i need to exist on other platforms i fear so hi tunglr👃 do we fw athf gijinkas

[atu433b]

[riisitee]

Immortal Decadent After the Ball

If you can't tell, this is based on a painting by Ramon Casas called Decadent young woman. After the dance. (More about it at the end)

Also version with out glasses:

Click to see them good details

The original painting:

"Decadent young woman. After the dance", 1899 by Ramon Casas

I was looking through my folder of paintings, thinking if one of them could be turned into fanart. I found this one and thought it would fit Crowley very well. Well, turns out the name makes it even more fitting! The Incident in Good Omens That Broke All of Our Hearts, happened after a dance/ball (the painting is also known as "After the Ball"), which is just incredibly serendipitous.

Also of course everything about the pose, the dark clothes and the red hair just screamed Crowley to me.

[tanadrin]

until i started rooting around in the world data with dfhack i didn't realize that dwarf fortress randomly generates dance forms for each civilization and they can spread via trade and contact. you cannot really engage with this system at all in fortress mode, and adventure mode is still in beta, so this is hilarious to me. it's like the procedurally generated musical instruments. the things that tarn adams chooses to simulate in excruciating detail are really random.

and yet each species still has only one language, the name generation system is patently ridiculous, and the topography is pure perlin noise. this is why dwarf fortress will always have a charm its imitators can never match. it's just completely idiosyncratic in terms of its concerns and aesthetic.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Everyone has little idiosyncrasies about them.

Just tics and habits you don’t question until you’re cuddled up safe and relaxed in bed with someone who’s not you who is suddenly incredibly alarmed when you get an itch and abruptly stiffen your whole body like a fainting goat in a blinding all consuming need to itch the itch and you writhe or flail until you can address the only thing that currently matters in your entire nervous system which is the itch before you calmly resume cuddling.

Anyway. Apparently I’m weird when I get itchy.

[bloodofelves]

TRANSISTOR (2014) ↳ The Process can’t be stopped. The Process could be impelled to simply go away. As for the town, we’ll have ourselves a blank canvas.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Burning Rotten Bridges

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