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first-degree-of-humility · 2 months ago
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i love that of the (very few) people that follow me, most are non-kink blogs. am i your little secret?
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ghostydrawsstuff · 5 months ago
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Kill.me.plz
I have to learn this econ shit this year and next
-Puppetly
I will not kill you, however ya have my sympathy, school fucking sucks. Is econ like economics orr??? Cuz that sounds fun...
But oooh what is this? A gun? How could that have possibly gotten here I wonder.
Have fun with yoir director ;3
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eversea143 · 8 months ago
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"Y-you can't actually be-"
"No, I am the God of these sacred woods."
"Ah. So the one upstairs..."
The great white deer bowed its head, antlers brushing aside the tallest branches. "They have not Watched over this world in a long time."
That wasn't exactly what you'd expected to hear, yet somehow hearing that The God hasn't been 'around' for a while feels anticlimactic. There's no great epiphany, no nauseating realization, just a numb... acceptance.
"You do not seem surprised." The Deer God noted, snapping you back to reality.
You shrug unsurely. "I guess not. I don't know, it feels like I should be but I'm just... not. It kind of feels like I already knew, somehow, deep down?"
The forest god nodded in understanding. "I see. It stands to reason that those descendant of Their most fervent worshippers would sense Their departure."
You didn't quite know what to make of that. No one in your family had ever been very christian.
"Wait." You blink, an actual realization flashing into your head. "Which one are we actually talking about? The God of the christians or... someone else?"
"Ah, yes," The Deer God shifted on its hooves, flowers sprouting where there weren't before. "You have so many versions of Them. I never understood why They didn't change that, it makes for such a mess at times. There is only one of Them, mortal one."
"But-" But what about the religions that focused on so many. What about the clashing depictions, the paradoxical interpretations. Are all of them, somehow, based on the same godly being? "I don't understand."
"You are not meant to, mortal." The forest god assured. "They left for that very reason. Too many things happening all at once, so much conflict, such bloodshed all for naught. They had enough of your petty arguments over who was right and wrong. No one is right or wrong, you just are."
Well, you couldn't exactly dispute God's reason for leaving, that's for sure. Still, question answered.
"Now what?"
The majestic creature bowed low, antlers reaching so close you realize they're actually glowing with irridescent rainbow. There are symbols carved all over them as well, some so elegant they seem to flow.
"Now, you wake up."
You shot up with a gasp, disorientated as you found yourself in your bed, in your bedroom, sheets drenched in sweat. You blinked as the dream - was it a dream? - began to fade until you couldn't recall what exactly had been said. You just know.
There is no God here to judge you for living.
“Dear God!” You shout in the forest because you hit your foot on a root. Then a giant majestic white deer with impressive antlers appears of nowhere and says, “Yes, mortal?”
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shadesofmauve · 26 days ago
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I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.
Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.
He was really nice.
Yeah.
It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?
You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."
You didn't, loves, you didn't.
We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.
I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.
Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.
When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"
No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.
Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?
Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.
That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.
I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.
A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.
I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.
So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!
Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.
You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.
I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.
I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.
It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.
Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.
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katsinspats · 2 months ago
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Tragic: Guy you based your entire villain backstory on doesn't even remember you
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kuone-05 · 1 year ago
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How to get away with not drawing the head of the snake:
1. Put it inside the big puffy sleeves
2. Draw two snakes, both heads behind the character
3. Don't draw snakes
4. Draw too many snakes. It's a snake apocalypse. There is no ending and no beginning. There is just snake.
5. Draw Crowley's head instead
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atissi · 11 months ago
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hadn't seen anyone post the full comic about laios + falin's family on tumblr yet so. here you go source is from the reddit
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eversea143 · 1 year ago
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...Tumblr, what the heck? I'm prettu sure I'm following enough people that this shouldn't be possible.
HOW
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months ago
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Flower Empowered.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#wei wuxian#lan wunian#The absolute chaos that ensued when Lan Wangji showed up...those girls went wild.#We have to give kudos to narration that takes the form of a bunch of suitor seeking ladies.#They were so loud about being here for the hotties and whispering gossip. You go girls.#Wei Wuxian most likely just picked up a already tossed flower to throw. Second hand flowers...are still flowers I suppose.#Can you imagine if LWJ had allergies? Poor lad.#Okay it's time for the real gritty discussion point. The one everyone is waiting for me to talk about:#So...from where we are in the timeline...what the hell is WWX supposed to be wearing?#I'm serious. Put all the fanart out of your brain for a moment.#We are post burial grounds and sunshot campaign so he's had his little goth moment reveal.#*BUT* he is still with the Jiang sect. And by proxy of this flashback talking about his disrespect - they never bring up his attire.#meaning he is likely in some kind of Jiang Purple.#Continuity wise it really feels like this scene should have been *before* the burial mounds.#I understand why it's post - we need to build up on the mystery of how he became the YLLZ.#But also his personality feels way more 'pre-burial mounds WWX'. I think this was probably a 'I don't want to kill my darling' scene.#(The Phoenix mountain flashback is a lot of people's 'darling'. I am knowingly putting myself in the line of fire here).#I'm willingly putting him in Wen Qing's borrowed cloak and assuming people take him wearing it as like...a war trophy.#Historians will revise this moment later on but for now he *is* a hero of that war.
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shenaniganeryfromtheabyss · 3 months ago
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~= random disclaimer =~
hey, if you're punk like i am, please do not put your "political" patches on the back of your vest or on your backpack. remember this phrase ;; you cannot watch your six like you can your 12. i've seen so many posts from baby punks putting their shit into one big collage on their backs, it's concerning.
nazis WILL take cheap shots at you, especially when you're not looking. do not let them.
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technically-human · 4 months ago
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Ooh, now that we’ve seen N!Edwin and DP!Edwin talk about Feelings could we see the same with N!Charles and DP!Charles?
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As simple as that.
Edwins version
ko-fi
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lizbethborden · 4 months ago
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There really is no female Jeremy Allen White. He is an objectively weird looking man who is now considered a heartthrob and is playing Springsteen in a new biopic--that's a romantic hero role if ever there was one. I'm not saying that's bad or wrong but I am saying no woman who naturally looks as wonky as he does would have success like him. Like he is actually UGLIER than young Bruce was.
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They UGLIFIED Bruce Springsteen by casting him.
Meanwhile, women in human reality like Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Gilda Radner, who HAD strong, distinct features like his, are being played by these people in fictionalized versions of their lives:
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The fact that this is how history is choosing to remember these women is insane and bizarre. Truly, you cannot exist as a woman in public eye or public memory unless you are ornamental. Worse than ornamental, you must be generically ornamental, made on an assembly line, as female beauty often is now via plastic surgery.
I feel that this kind of commentary is not being made because it's politically suspect to talk about women's looks--and don't get me wrong, I understand what's at stake in terms of not just human emotion, but falling into misogynist traps. But we MUST recognize that this is a problem. It's one thing for fictional women with no basis in reality to be cookie cutter--not a good thing, but certainly a different thing. But for real women who actually existed to have their simple, natural, human characteristics erased and replaced with flavor of the month plastic surgeried generic Hollywood Female nonsense is disrespectful in the extreme. (Especially because Gilda Radner and RBG were Jewish and their Jewish features would have deeply impacted their lives.)
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chattematsu · 1 year ago
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[4.0 archon quest spoilers]
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dukeofthomas · 5 months ago
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"Are the Robins child soldiers" It depends. If the story is super serious and into exploring complex morality and grounded from reality's standards, then yes. If the story is lighthearted, made for children, fluff, etc., then no. If it's somewhere in the middle, it might depend.
If an author wants to write a story seriously delving into the fucked up-ness of children fighting criminals, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.
If an author wants to write a fun story about villains and heroes featuring Robin in a world where that's not an issue, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.
If an author wants to write a serious story but not apply IRL-logic to Robin, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.
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fuedalreesespieces · 3 months ago
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high key feel like ya'll are getting too caught up in the technicalities of whether or not odysseus should have been able to beat poseidon. if it served zero thematic purpose, maybe i'd consider it an issue, but the sheer image of odysseus stabbing poseidon over and over while shouting back his own teachings to him slots in perfectly with the ongoing message of the musical. genuinely i could care less lmao
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ghostie-gengar · 6 months ago
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people draw N harmonia two ways
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