#i thought it was a lil light

[gnougnouss]

there’s a pretty comprehensive vox article on what rowling has said that’s crept over into blatant transphobia, so if this link doesn’t work it should be the first thing that pops up when you google “vox jk rowling” (https://www.vox.com/culture/23622610/jk-rowling-transphobic-statements-timeline-history-controversy). she started out in a “I’m just asking questions silly me” tone and then pretty soon was just calling all trans women predators. last spring she straight up said on a podcast that the modern trans rights movement was “dangerous” and needed to be “challenged” (in the vox article). she also follows and/or boosts the profile of more blatant transphobes such as posie Parker (who calls trans people groomers and has had neo-nazis at her rallies). It’s undeniable that this stuff has not only set back trans rights, but feminism in general, pushing us back into the box of whether you look “woman enough”. like when people are whipped into a frenzy about the possibility of a trans woman sharing a bathroom with them, they start hyper scrutinizing other women, and there’s been cases of cis women who dressed more masculine (like lesbians) being attacked in the women’s bathroom by terfs who assumed they were trans. it’s a mindset of othering, of assuming evil based on gender presentation, narrowing the idea of what a woman can be instead of expanding it. (sorry I get passionate about fighting transphobia lol, which is probably not surprising considering we’re all in the genderless immortal alien fandom)

The vox article was painfully short on things she actually said so I went ahead and read her essay to get it from the horse mouth as it were and now I agree with JK :/ sorry. Have you read it ?

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[stunie]

I AM SCREAMING !! ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა pretty please look at this beautiful zevie x ume comm i got from @ruiaes !! rui made us look sooo cute im crying >////< he is holding my purse 4 me !! >:

[nuclearanomaly]

“I can’t offer much in the way of entertainment”

> Are you sure about that?

[lightbluesleeper]

benrey b. benrey album

[suntails]

all the silvers i've drawn that i could hunt down <3 <3 183 if i counted correctly but who's to say ^_^

[thatskynews]

👀

[blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds]

Vessel and IV.

(Source - the brilliant, wonderful sleeptkn)

[powpowpunchout]

Warm up piece I did with Joe... Just had this image in my mind for a while LOL

He's probably muttering foul things about his opponent under his breath while he smokes.

[vagueconfusion]

source

[alackofghosts]

two hearts aflutter

[ambivartence]

HANGYUL BAE173 ✧ 240402 ‘Fifty-Fifty’

bonus:

[sky-poprocks]

<Faust, what happened to us?>

"It appears we've been transformed into skykids from the multiple award winning social mmorpg game by ThatGameCompany, Sky: Children of the Light"

"Thine does not have to fear! we shall make hast before much danger arises even as thine is of a 'sky kids'!"

[tacticalgrandma]

I just think it’s so fascinating how the manifestation of Darkness the Witness gave us, that it viewed as this ultimate enticement, as “salvation,” was Stasis. Beyond Light associates it with control and obsession. And then in Lightfall we find Strand and it’s about letting go, accepting, moving. Osiris and Nimbus talk about how we were drained using Strand when we tried to grasp it tightly, how it only truly came to us when we let ourselves flow with the river. And the Witness did not know about Strand! It literally destroyed its defenses!

Just man. The Witness valuing control above all else, chasing and obsessing over the Traveler to finally control it. After an expansion where Nimbus and Osiris learn to grieve by not fighting the current, not trying to force themselves to be healed when they’re not. Where Caiatl watches her father’s obsession finally consume him and makes her peace.

Anyway just thinking about Savathun saying the Witness “gives [Darkness] a wicked shape” and appreciating how she read this eldritch horror for filth a whole year ago

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

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