#i need more now

[majosullivan]

SO ‘THE FULL MOON’ JUST DROPPED…HOW ARE WE HANGING IN GANG?

[bloodydeanwinchester]

wait there are actually people who dont want more supernatural?? you dont want to see dean and castiel again???? i would literally give anything to see them again

[astraskylark]

A mother's promise. What does this mean. Was this Summer's promise to watch over her when she was gone? Has Ruby been holding on to this cause she felt like her mother was with her?

IF RUBY GIVES UP HER CLOAK NEXT I WILL COMMIT CRIMES

[ilovefightclub]

i've scoured the depths of this godforsaken website, hoping to find new stories, new worlds, and new adventures, but all i see are empty tags and silent archives. the silence is deafening, and i'm left yearning for words that may never come. it's a quiet kind of heartbreak, the absence of JOHNNY CAGE X READER in my life.

[thestars-inheaven]

Don’t get me wrong I’m so happy that Tahereh Mafi is writing James’ books and continuing Shatter me, however, I NEED the fourth This Woven Kingdom, I NEED IT DESPERATELY. like pleaaaaaase Ik shatter me is her favorite BUT SHE LEFT US WITH SUCH A CLIFFHANGER and we didn’t even get an announcement for when to expect the next book, I don’t think I can’t keep living without knowing when we will see Alizeh and Cyrus again.

PLEASE TAHEREH MAFI PLEASE ILL DO ANYTHING

[hopingforgoodblogs]

so i just finished double exposure… wtf was that ending-

[wayward-dreamer]

Anyone else scream themselves hoarse after Bridgerton season 3 part 1? Just me?

I have no coherent thoughts just

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHDNSISKKFNTBJSINDIFBHFJDKDJJIIJS

Might do a breakdown of all my thoughts at some point once I’ve collected myself and can make sense again 🤣

[kavehpilled]

went to see wicked with my goons last night and when i TELL YOU the ending made me so mad

[feengoid]

i could be great artist. good graphic designer at minimum, but an artist. i could be doing art. but no, i think what i was meant for was sitting on the chair and playing video game with my buddies for ever

[abysswalkersknight]

Just watched some gameplay of Persona 5 and WHAT THE SHIT!!!

how could I have missed such a brilliant mind mystery game?!

Normally I don't like the comic style on most things but I'm now HOOKED on this game. It's been so long since I've found a good mystery.

Thank you @hanafubukki for leading me to this fun game!

[noodlesandchives1234]

Binged Gen V the past 2 days and now I have to wait for new episodes 😭😭😭

[agilerose]

our flag means death? no, i want death!

[ritualslaughter]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[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.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

���️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[caffeineoverdosed]

totally did not just squeal in the weirdest way possible

Maria (Franco's manager) talking about a dinner that she, Franco and Lando had. It was in Brazil, and Lando gave Franco a lot of advice about his beginnings in formula one.