#hope that was at least somewhat helpful

[anamericangirl]

I found this reblogged by an artist I follow and really, really like, not just as an artist, but as a person.

She's even called my her friend before.

She also has this in her pinned post: "This is a safe place for everyone to enjoy what they want without judgement. I don't mind who enjoys my content and who does not." I kinda figured that might have been a lie because a lot of people who claim they're "tolerant" are really only tolerant to people they already agree with, but I couldn't know for sure if that was true in this case or not.

I'm honestly genuinely really upset and don't know what to do. :'( Any advice?

It’s become pretty obvious over the last few years that anyone who describes their blog as a “safe place” means that it’s a safe place for left wing minorities who all have the same opinions and don’t have to worry about the mean scary conservatives so anytime I see a message like that I pretty much immediately know it doesn’t apply to me and that the person who wrote it will not like me.

And like you’ve seen, most of the time they don’t even mean because they turn right around and post the most mean spirited judgmental things without even hearing people out and trying to make them feel bad and unwelcome. It’s incredibly hypocritical.

Now, it’s a lot harder to move past that when it’s someone you’re close to or consider a friend. Like I can deal with people calling me a Nazi all day long but when it comes from someone in my family it hurts a little bit. So I understand being caught off guard and feeling upset. It’s a really mean message.

Right now tensions are still really high. It’s only two days since the election and the Kamala voters are still dealing with the fact that they lost. They’re upset and angry and we all already know the only way they deal with their problems and emotions is by lashing out at those around them.

If it were me, I might give her some time to calm down. If she is able to move on from this I’m sure she’ll go back to her once pleasant self and you might even be able to gently approach her on the subject. People need to understand it’s not ok to talk about others like that just because you’re mad.

If this is a friendship that’s important to you then don’t give up on it. Just try to be patient, kind and understanding and be living proof that she’s wrong. On the other hand, if you don’t think she is the kind of person who will see reason and is going to live out the behavior of that post you are not obligated to subject yourself to such treatment because you don’t deserve it.

[rosenkranz-does-things]

got an ask recently about the way my digital art looks like traditional, so I tried to explain the steps on my self portrait, feat. some of my favorite artists and favorite brushes. sorry if it's incoherent, I'm not used to explaining my process besides "I've been professionally studying traditional art for half my life and I'm really bad at technology so I just paint digitally the way I do on paper"

[theswedishpajas]

Inspo from this random short I stumbled into on youtube today

[chronologically-challenged]

Loop's game plan for getting their happy ending!

1) Tell your imposter fake clone alternate self stardust the loop mechanics you either didn't have or figured out over time!

2) Encourage him in every step of the way! Because if you're here to HELP get out then there must be a way out right???

3) Don't look at the copies don't look at the copies don't look at the copies

4) Don't think what happens at the end of the loops don't think about what happens don't think if there's a way in there's a way out if there's a way in there's a way out If There's A Way In There's a Way Out

5) The Universe leads, we can only follow.

...

6) PROFIT!!!

[screwpinecaprice]

She woke up. 🐑🥀

I rewatched Bunnyfarm, and her screams is still so terrifying ajhsjskjabajwbdjjdb Ugh so good 😭🥰🥰

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Brush used for the bloodstains!

I have made a couple of adjustments to this old work, it now looks a bit more readable? I realized I don't do well with dark backgrounds because I could not tell how dark it is, if it's to the point I could not see anything. 😅😅😅 Which sucks, there are so much ideas to work with dark scenes. 😓 I hope to improve on this faster, figuring out a technique so I don't have to make it a habit of going back on a supposed finished drawing just to make it clearer.

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

Happiest Birthday to the coolest drummer, Yagami Toll - the dedicated man who never put his hair down ahaha.

Not only is he a great drummer, but as the oldest member - who probably had to take up on the role of a parent many times - he is a very admirable human. The big brother of the band and the fans.🤍

Despite struggles and hardships, he always had a smile on his face. I hope he keeps rocking on and laughing for another 62 years!!! 🙏

I truly wish his birthday is the best it can be despite the circumstances, and I hope him and the rest of the members throw a huge party 🤍🤍🤍

Love love Aniii please keep being you and keep making music🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[blorbologist]

Get your hands dirty - Chapter 2

Perc’ahlia | M [for gore n whump] | Campaign 1 AU with choice bits snagged from TLOVM | Percy is the pact weapon + 'Shooting our your palm has fucking consequences' AU

[Chapter 2 finally here after @burr-ell bullied me. Hopefully the third and final chapter will follow soon-ish?]

“Lord de Rolo?” and the words belong to a dream because that title belongs to Father and Father is dead, except Percy can’t wake, can’t wake up  -

Stop. Breathe. Restart.

Dawn breaks late over the Alabaster Sierras: tall toothlike mountains take up so much of the sky, the sun must climb high to clear them. It’s well past that first bite of morning, and so probably hours later than he would usually wake. 

Knocking resumes at the door, more urgently, so Percival hopes his voice comes clear: “Yes?”

“Lord de Rolo,” and she has to be a servant that survived the purge, to put that much deference into the name, “your sister and companions await you downstairs for breakfast.” The they’re quite concerned, sir, is only implied. Which confirms Percival’s hunch. 

He reassures the maid he will be down shortly, but does not move. Instead, perhaps unwisely, he unpeels the white bandages from his left hand. Like if he removes all the gauze he will find the names where he always has. 

They’re still bare. Percival breathes heavy relief until his eyes catch on brutal color in his palm.

Most of it, truthfully, is not his palm - but the pattern of the comforter beyond. What’s left - left - of the flesh so close to the wound is puckered and mottled with a rainbow of color. He’s felt worse than the dull, tight pain. Which is better than the prickling drowning several fingers. (That’s why it hadn’t hurt, when Vex’ahlia took his hand last night.)

Well. It figures that if Pike could not heal the fingers he shot off the carriageboy, blasting a hole in his own fucking hand would be even trickier for Keyleth to repair. His head spins; nerves, tendons, muscles, a mess of tiny bones. 

In a fit of grim whimsy, Percival holds his hand up to the sun, watching it peer through the gaping crater of his palm.

He tries to close his fist around it. Thumb, pinkie and ring finger make a valiant effort of the task. 

The sun remains beyond his grasp.

[Read from begining] [Keep reading on AO3]

[dimonds456-art]

Maladaptive daydreaming.

[dailynakaharachuuya]

sunset

[yume-fanfare]

somehow i finished this! list of tori stories i recommend, divided by era, with three main sections (important stories, silly stories and other stories that are useful to get more context on his environment but not as relevant to him as the ones labeled as important) and filterable (might add other parameters of anyone has suggestions?). i will probably add others i like in the future and keep this up to date !

[transyurikatsuki]

AO3 FANFIC TRACKER- AUTO POPULATES

Hello! Have you ever wanted to make a spreadsheet to keep track of the AO3 fanfic you read but it takes too long to enter all that information manually for every single fic? Well boy do I have the link for you!!!

It is not perfect. There are things it can't handle (like when there is more than one relationship tag it will spill) and things it outright cannot do (pull data from locked fics). HOWEVER. A lot of the time, all you have to do is copy and paste a row, insert the URL to the fic you just read, and boom. It will auto populate the title, author, word count, relationship pairing, content rating, and # of kudos.

For the past 4 years I have imported all this data (and more) manually into my personal spreadsheet. There are spreadsheets out there that do this, probably more efficiently and simply. Well mine is free, unlike those, and therefore you get quirks.

Once you do this, you can then very quickly and easily do fun things like sum the # of words you have read, just to scare the shit out of yourself. its a good time.

anyway, it is view only right HERE -> fanfic spreadsheet

just make a copy, or copy what you want and leave what you don't. and have fun :3 in return for my work I'd love to see screenshots of how you use it!!

[lightprkdraws]

He's being a tease

[blackjackkent]

Jaheira looks deeply grim as they loot the bodies of the dead doppelgangers. Whatever good humor she'd had on entering the Harper safehouse has drained out of her, leaving her looking more tired and haggard than ever.

Her expression is carefully noncommittal as she looks at a note left on the table near one of the dead bodies.

"So it is, then," Rakha hears her murmur - the words clearly meant for no one but herself. "The tree has been cut apart at its roots."

She folds up the paper and tucks it away in her pack, and for just a moment Rakha can see a flash of brilliant pain through her eyes and across the curve of her mouth. And then it passes and her expression is unreadable again.

Geraldus is leaned against the wall of the basement, trembling with exhaustion and fear. "Did I- Did I get it right?" he asks shakily.

With visible effort, Jaheira pastes a faint smile and a business-like glance onto her face. "Selune's Tears," she says matter-of-factly with a slight nod. "It is said no false face can stand beneath their light. An old code, Harper - but yes. You got it right. Now... I need your report."

Geraldus straightens with an earnest nod. "We had eyes on suspected cultists in the city, like you asked," he says. "We thought we were tracking them, but..."

"They were tracking you instead, evidently," Jaheira says grimly. "Doppelgangers."

Geraldus nods several times rapidly. "And they're not just working with the cult, High Harper. They're *part* of it. Bhaalists, I think."

"Sworn to Orin the Red, yes," Jaheira confirms. "We've... already had the pleasure. Go on."

The boy shifts his weight uncertainly from side to side; his gaze flicks to Rakha and the others, then back to Jaheira. "Everything seemed fine until... your latest orders. Until we started to search for the Rashemaar."

Rakha blinks at the unfamiliar word. She glances at Wyll but he shrugs uncertainly in response.

"They struck the same night," Geraldus goes on. His voice trembles just a little. "I woke to one of them strangling Chelvin while smiling at me out of her face. She said - it said - that I'd report back to you as normal. Lure you here. And... I had no choice."

An uncomfortable little shiver of pleasure goes down Rakha's back as she considers this image. A brutal way to die, whispers the beast. Our Father's servants do beautiful work... and forced the boy to watch...

Jaheira's expression twists with dismay and regret. "I'm sure it felt that way, Geraldus," she mutters. "The others were likely dragged back to Orin. Tortured. Sacrificed." Her jaw works, her eyes hooding over with effort at controlling her emotions. "I do not expect you to die for me," she says, a touch bitterly. "But to risk Entharl? Any citizen who might have wandered in?"

She shakes her head - and even Rakha can feel the sting of disappointment in her words. "There is always a choice. And a Harper must be able to make the hard ones. Perhaps this isn't the life for you after all, Geraldus."

Geraldus blanches, appalled. "No! Jaheira - High Harper - please! I'm still a Harper! I want to help!"

Jaheira frowns - and again, just for a moment, Rakha can see that flicker of pain, swiftly concealed. "You've scarcely signed up, boy," she says softly. "And there is a war coming. Why die a Harper when you could still live as anything else?"

(A/N: This line fucking kills me. :( I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT HER OKAY.)

Rakha draws a slow breath and hisses it out between her teeth. She can tell, from her position outside the moment, that it is a difficult one for Jaheira - but she is all too acutely aware of the dead doppelgangers around them, the smell of blood in the air. She can't focus.

"Enough," she mutters hoarsely. "What do we do now?"(*)

Jaheira flinches. For a moment, she looks as if she wants to be angry at Rakha's interruption - but then she just sighs and shakes her head. "I'll come clean," she says tightly. "I did not tell you all about what I hoped to learn here today. I will rectify that."

A pause. Then she looks at the boy, who is still watching her anxiously. "But first... Geraldus. Does your mother still own that farm in the Dalelands?"

"Yes, High Harper." His shoulders slump, feeling the blow before it arrives.

She smiles sadly. "Just Jaheira to you, now," she says quietly. "Go on. I have all the help I need."

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(*) In-game line is "Enough of the Harper dramatics," which didn't sound exactly Rakha-ish.

[redbean-nom]

watched the first 2 episodes of acolyte and so far i like every character except for the main one lol. (also is her name osha as in occupational safety and health administration??)

[birdisbagirdis]

Avian August day 1 - Red Siskin

[sphingogo]

wait. i thought soulsov was a straight thing??

it's hard to discuss specifics w/out spoiling the whole thing (windienine has a thorough write-up on trans woman ysmé which you can read here if you don't care about spoilers) but i do believe the way soulsov handles its themes of identity & power (plus the reclamation of both from higher authorities whether that's family, society, or [REDACTED]) is queer