#i need this to stop

[musashi]

HELLO?!?!?!?!?!??

[s3d4t3m3]

I always tell myself that maybe it'll get better in a few years, and now a few years have passed, and it's not only worse, but it's so much more serious

[grumpycakes]

Anybody else been having the weird experience of realizing that you will die eventually and you will never know if we make it out of climate disaster? If we actually do space travel? If the world falls apart?

You realize that. That you’ll never see the year 2424. That your existence is so insignificant and you will never know the ending.

That you will have an ending and you have no idea what’s happening after. To humanity/earth. But also to you and your tiny little consciousness.

That there’s a time where you’ll cease to exist.

And then you can feel your teeth and taste metal and have to actively not let yourself hyperventilate?

CAUSE IVE BEEN HAVING THOSE FUN MOMENTS ABOUT 3-5 TIMES A WEEK. AND I FEEL LIKE IM LOSING MY MIND.

[omarfor-orchestra]

The real challenge is to go everyday to Milan when it rains and resist the urge to throw yourself into the Navigli

[guesswhatiheard]

Dear you,

I’ll always be a little bit in love with you. You’ll never be in love with me the same way I love you. I hate that I’m ok with that. I’d rather love you like this and hurt at night than tell. I’d rather know you’ll never look at me the same way but will still look at me in a way that counts. I’ll forever want to hold you and squeeze you into my heart until there’s no room left for anything else but you’re not mine. You’re my best friend, my other half, I’d share my soul with you if you asked. I’d sink my teeth in so deep they’d need to use surgery to make me let you go but I won’t. Why’d I fall in love with my best friend. Am I actually in love with you? Or do I adore you too much as my friend. Do I cherish you too much that I mistake whatever this is for love. We laugh and say we’ll live together. We discuss the little things. We both know I would hold and touch you constantly if you let me. We discuss stupid things like what our combined religions and traditions would look like if we had kids. But you’ll never be attracted to me. You never will. You say over and over oh no I could never. We talk about our what ifs and then you crush me with your reality. A random person miles and miles away has more hold on the romance in your heart than I ever will. And I’m ok. I will be ok. I will hold my title close and wrap it in wire and chain and never let it go. Best friend best friend best friend forevermore. That title in your mind and heart and soul will be mine. My greedy hands will never let that go. Love me as much as you are allowed to. It’s enough.

Love,

Me

[rremorse]

i am feeling a lot of things rn

[belteppismo]

Up to now I have found 30 words for today's spelling bee

[miketownsends]

the Ms broadcast today has been putting the Ms batters favorite breakfast foods on the screen today while they’ve been at bat

Kelenic’s is cinnamon rolls

[catlaila]

justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo

[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

[s3d4t3m3]

Me when i can survive a 3 day c0k3 bender no sleep but can't pull an all nighter to study 💀💀 I can't not be c0ked out writing an research paper right now but the caffeine ain't cutting it...

[gongyussy]

MONKEY MAN (2024)

[thesweetestgirlindaworld]

I cry because I don’t want to vomit, then I panic because I know it’s going to happen. When it happens, I can’t clean it. It leaves me paralysed, and I’ve been stuck in this same damn cycle for a week now

[kooldewd123]

i saw a sub/dub comparison of this scene on youtube years ago and it has refused to leave my mind ever since so i'm recreating it here since i can't find the original video anymore