#don't take this serious

[p-tinkie-85]

Vegeta: I love you. Bulma: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that. *Vegeta and Bulma kiss passionately* Chichi, to Goku: You owe me 20 dollars.

[tiredmilkshake]

When you can't *vague post* because that's *manipulative*

What is a girl ought to do??? *ask* for attention???

[eversea143]

"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?”

[shadesofmauve]

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.

[storja-historja]

[katsinspats]

Tragic: Guy you based your entire villain backstory on doesn't even remember you

[kuone-05]

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

[atissi]

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

[eversea143]

...Tumblr, what the heck? I'm prettu sure I'm following enough people that this shouldn't be possible.

HOW

[shenaniganeryfromtheabyss]

~= 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.

[garzzum]

🤲

[phrandallanton]

Hello, have you had the design of The Eltingville club Gen Z epilogue version? Your drawings are fantastic, though!

Have a great day or evening! ^^

I didn't make the GZEltingville AU, that belongs to dyellogin. Not sure if they've made an epilogue version. If I remember correctly, they're already adults in the AU. Though this did give me a horrible idea. Here's my parody version of the GZEltingville AU:

Gen Alpha Eltingville.

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

how's the other guy holding up

[technically-human]

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?

As simple as that.

Edwins version

ko-fi

[fuedalreesespieces]

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

[mechaseraph]

Sweethearts 💕

Less edited versions under the cut

+some other sketch I had of em