#hence the judgement

[artsyrosie]

LOVE to headcanon that Silver lives in the shed behind his garden. Great of this panel in the latest IDW Sonic issue to support my theory.

Also

[bluefiz]

He just doesn’t understand

[inkskinned]

maybe i'm a bitch but if i hear you go out of your way to judge someone's weight, i immediately lose trust in you & will probably forever find you a little unbearable . yes also the little floating bar over my head will start reading [hostile]. this is natural and u caused it.

[nursemimosa]

I feel like this has been posted before but this is what Larry says if you chose him as your favorite gym leader. (he was who I chose when Geeta asks you questions about the gym leaders post-game. Clever move telling them Geeta!) The detail about going to the park is cute. I wonder what specific park he likes to go to de-stress.

[cuties-in-codices]

an example of medieval racism: a depiction of the last judgement, with an angel expelling a black man from the blessed, all depicted as white, guiding him towards the damned, all depicted as having darker skin tones

miniature in the "livre de la vigne nostre seigneur", france, c. 1450–1470

source: Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS. Douce 134, fol. 58v

(some trustworthy academic resources on the topic of medieval racism would be “The Invention of Race in the European Middle Ages” by Geraldine Heng, or “Black Metaphors: How Modern Racism Emerged from Medieval Race-Thinking” by Cord J. Whitaker)

[barnabybugspeopleonline]

untitled aj styles web weave

townie, mitski // tna impact // twins in paradise, vewn // saturn devouring his son, francisco goya // judgement of solomon

[sunshinequeer]

I'm sorry I've gotta say it, I don't know how thunderstorms are calming, it might be me and where I grew up and what storms mean to me not being universal but I just saw lighting and heard thunder and stopped everything I was doing to figure out if it was appropriate to grab my cats and go into our bathroom for awhile and you're saying there are people who nap to that cause it hits So Hard, have you driven in storms? Have you ever had to trust the truck at the intersection to let you go cause the water is so high if you stop your engine is flooded? Had a tree get struck by lightning and topple down in front of you on the road? Had the stoplights lose power and everyone forget how to act at a four way stop? I vividly remember my dirt floor basement one fateful day there were 4 tornadoes and it was just me my mom and the dog, I had gained consciousness that same year, the power outages, the spoiled food, the no water, I'm filled with fear and anxiety as separate emotions from the same event and it's peaceful??

[squarebracket-trickster]

gah can't believe I have to go eight whole more days before I am allowed to edit WIPVII again.

Worldbuilding and plot development for new WIP make brain go ouchy. I just want to be at the part where I already have a plot and know enough about the world. I wanna write write.

hence old WIP where I am past the hard part.

I am impatient

i wanna make WIPVII soooo pretty this draft!!!!!

[umbrx]

𝕀. Ego sum qui sum

Why do some of you even exist?

It had never been a rhetorical question. It was a judgement of one above the Heavens, posed as scrutiny of those that possessed no worth in heavenly eyes. There was no beauty in their essence, no intrigue in their hollow souls. Their names mattered not, their stories weren’t entertaining to be told, their emotions were of no importance. They worked to live, they lived to serve. It was a pathetic excuse of an existence, yet the one he wouldn’t lift a finger to change. They were weak, and weak didn’t get to choose how they die.

Such fragile existence went beyond humanity. At first it was chirping, warm, softest to the touch, tickled the palms that kept it from flying. Until the bird went cold once its neck was snapped. Even something so beautiful and worthy of life in heavenly eyes was weak. It didn’t deserve to choose when to die either. Flowers were the same – equally beautiful, something adorned by the young god, yet they withered and died of their own or by his hand still.

His hand was the hand that kills.

If the hands wrapped themselves around the necks of his family, would those snap as well? The mind had played with the idea, and it came to one conclusion — they would. Eyes had judged the family just as they had judged the slaves, deeming their lives holy, but not equal to his. Mother was kind and would never kill the one she brought to life. Father was too weak to even attempt such a thing on a slave, and his brother... Rocinante could kill. It was a brotherly feeling he had. Before the younger could be swept by father’s ideology of godhood, Doflamingo had plenty of time to plant and nurture his own. Even so, as the eyes would rest on the younger brother so dear, Doflamingo knew he would never take to his heights. He had potential but not enough of it. It was a shame.

Over time, it had been proven time and time again that even those with celestial blood in their veins were simpletons, almost as barbaric ( and some of them more ) than the slaves under their feet. For most, their vocabulary was as bad as those of commoners. There was no intellectual curiosity, no strategic thinking, no logical reasoning around him. Every time someone opened their mouth, stupidity was all he heard, from Tenryuubito and from his own family. There was no advancement, everything was at halt. Anything worth listening to would only come from his own mouth, and with his brother’s lack of input ( the only one he’d let into his inner world ), he made it a habit of practicing speech and rhetoric.

Philosophy, history, languages, strategy, interests in economy and finance, music and poetry. His slaves served to bring him books whenever he demanded them, he sent them across half the Marijois to get the specific ones he wanted, and only would go someplace himself if the slaves were forbidden to enter the holy grounds. Then, when he learned enough, he tried it out. With those slaves he bought, he learnt the art of war.

War was something he found amusing. Something that brought out laughter from his lips. Bloodshed, violence, pain, it excited him. Seeing others suffer made it clearer as to why they existed in the first place. They existed for him. For him to command and for him to cast them away once he’s bored. For him to do as he pleased. Marijois was considered a paradise above earth, the reflection of the best world had to offer, the ethereal. Having established before that Tenyruubito were above those they walked upon, and that he was above Tenryuubito as well, it was a matter of a simple deduction. He was above everyone. Above the earth and above the gilded heavenly cage they resided in. This core belief established at the very early age was one he’d simply solidify once he was older.

[theloveinc]

not claiming that i am automatically unproblematic by default but.. it does make me sad how such stupid things tear people apart on this site

[strixhaven]

other people’s fantasy settings and maps being kind of nonsense and completely divorced from how things like climate, mineral deposits, and trade routes would work in a grounded, semi-realistic context doesn’t bother me all that much. not my own stuff though i need to build a world from plate tectonics up or it Will drive me absolutely bonkers

[profutured]

AIdrés has both immortality and the knowledge that he cannot be outdone. Even as humanity's technology improves, it will be millions of years before they even come close to understanding his basics.

[septembersghost]

"#so i searched through posts on here aimlessly and COULD NOT FIND THESE from last year" scared to ask what you did see while you were searching

[stardustsea]

I need to know your complicated feelings on golf courses. Please

(Disclaimer that I still hate the sport of ball golf*; mini golf and disc golf are both way above it on the list for me)

Okay so basically when I needed an econ senior thesis topic I wanted it to be environmental econ related and made the mistake of thinking collecting information about the harm of golf courses and how that land could be better put to use was a good choice 🤪 and then I actually started looking into it and well...

Turns out! Golf courses can be bad but a lot of them are actually pretty good about water use and more importantly about water re-use. Additionally, I know we'd all prefer they be replaced with way more nature and greenery but the "rough" (wilder areas) and water features can actually attract quite a bit of wildlife, especially if they're filled with local plants

Also the majority of water use in this country and especially in more water-lite areas is for agriculture which golf courses are not part of 🤷‍♀️

My thesis included more suggestions for things that could be changed or added to the Golf Course Experience TM and further suggestions for decreasing water usage quickly and easily but yeah...

TL:DR most golf courses could probably be better about water use in multiple ways but as a whole they honestly aren't as bad as people would like to believe which makes it difficult to just full out call for them to disappear

That being said, as someone who doesn't play ball golf, the sport seems both boring and somewhat elitist (country clubs aside I don't love the dress code aspect) so by and large I am still opposed to it as a sport and institution

*I'm referring to it as ball golf bc I've learned from a disc golfer that ball golfers hate it being called that which amuses me bc I'm petty <3

[blueshykitsune-blog]

I want a giant brown bunny... but... but too much!

The only one I found was like $158 USD... it was just about 5 foot tall! It literally was like looking at what I wanted to make but realized I didn't have enough stuffing for!

And one that was like 3 feet tall was $100...

Like yes I know materials and time is money but I can still complain! Why fabric gotta be so much! And so messy! (The ones with faux fur or of the like. Like whyyyyyy!!!!) Also why is cotton and stuffing so much too! And you get enough for maybe only one 2 foot plushie!

(I ran out of tagging space... 30 the limit sadly. But I had more to say but maybe later I'll do a bigger post on that all.)

[venomousautism]

I love being cringe and free and just enjoying my interests without caring what others think