#i think some of it is good

[lowplainlowinthemorning]

their body is covered in moles that look like half-healed cigarette burns as though they moonlighted as a child prostitute somewhere in Paris as in the early pages of Lolita. I feel evil for even noting this; how would I feel if a man noted every spot on my body, and kept a record of where those spots were thickest their color, their shape, became obsessed with them laid awake at night pondering on them. but how, then, would I also feel for my obsessive compulsive brethren who cannot stop washing their hands? pity. I found them in the lounge I did not know about in the rafters, throwing a child’s tantrum over a poorly painted wooden gun, their hands, wrapped around the base of the gun, are smaller or as small as mine. they do not need my assurance but I promise them a thousand guns, knives, and cutlasses if they will only stop with the fussing over mundane things a beloved baby ought not to bother about. I cannot say this; I leave to sit alone. they never sit with me; when they do sit they are tense, waiting. they teach etiquette to the children; “get his attention,” they say, and I call them Sir, when I thank them for advice, hoping they’ll get it, get it “hello, how are you!” not a real question, god, how would it be to fuck someone who cares about something? I feel asexual as a flower, it is innately bad, taught God, to want things. the dim purple Christmas lights through the window of the dormitory the rain on the sidewalk of the world I do not inhabit “your philosophers died because they sought only happiness, tinged with no other emotions.” I lay in her arms every night and she does not know it. when the refrain played, I saw a heart in the tree branches, and the shell of the moon in the sky, when I asked my mother, she told me to stop trying to force myself to fuck girls. did they wave, or did I not see them? the slight venom in their voice, “you weren’t here, so you got shafted” normally I’d gut someone for talking to me like that, do you understand? all I think now is, god, how tired you must be. god, how much it hurts to love what you do. “to be free one must give up a little part of oneself” here is my field journal; collection of all the little things I am giving up, so many droplets so many purple lights hollow through the spring rain. - field journal, lc kane

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[janederscore]

see the problem with having a fully vibes-based "do what you want forever" politic is that it sorta gives you blanket permission to be deeply incurious about the world and how it functions. every argument can be boiled down to "who's bringing the mood down? just chill out man" and you never have to examine anything for coherency or power dynamics. those girls are just being so meanies for no reason

[prolibytherium]

One of my all time biggest pet peeves with historical(ish) fantasy is when the writer constructs a religion with a clear bias that it's stupid and false and therefore only the Stupid People and/or commoners believe in it and all the smart/elite main characters are like, quasi-atheists or otherwise just routinely flout established religious conventions of orthodoxy and/or orthopraxy because they're Too Smart for it or etc.

It's usually an extension of assumptions that people in the past were just less intelligent than in the contemporary, just being like "I know that the sun is a star millions of miles away that the earth orbits, but this ancient religion describes it as a chariot flying through the sky" and not really bothering to learn the context and just (consciously or subconsciously) settling on 'that's a crazy thing to think and was probably believed in because they were Stupid'.

And that whole attitude pisses me off so much. People were as 'smart' 10,000 years ago as they are today. These beliefs aren't just desperate, random flailing to explain phenomena that could not directly be accounted for either, it's not like people just looked at the sun and went "Uhhh I don't know what the fuck that thing is, actually. I guess it might be a chariot or a boat or something?? Yeah let's go with that." and based entire religious practices on this. Every well-established belief system exists within broader contexts of cultural values/subjective perceptions of reality/knowledge systems/etc, and exist as part of a historical continuum of religious practices that came before. Even when not Materially Correct, they have context and internal logic, they're not always dead literal with zero levels of allegory, and they're never a result of stupidity.

[noodles-and-tea]

Just some more thoughts on that jayvik dbh au

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[al-mayriti]

good morning everyone, the iberian lynx is no longer in the brink of extinction 🥰🥰

[endrae]

babygirl

[hinamie]

inflict

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

do you even remember the lives that you threw away like trash

continuation of this

[friedunicornstudio]

We painted a new Shiranui zodiac piece this year featuring all the brush god constellations!

(Shiranui themself is in front of the Hanagami, but we did paint them. They're still there. It counts)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Whatever the result is, I will attempt to recreate it as a drawing!

[doodled0g]

I can see Swansea in those boomer fishing dad memes. I don’t know how to describe them. I’m beaming them psychically to you please understand.

thanks for the suggestion! sorry these are so messy but i hope you like em anyways ^_^!!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)