#incandescently stupid

[tomorrowusa]

Just prior to the start of Putin's three-day special operation in February of 2022 Donald Trump, the self-proclaimed "stable genius" referred to Vladimir Putin as a "savvy genius". I think this is Day 526 of that three-day special operation.

Vapid bullying authoritarians only hire or appoint groveling sycophants, so there's nobody around to give them a heads-up on their galloping stupidity.

Remarkably, Trump got caught trying to cover up his cover up regarding the classified documents at Mar-a-Lago. 😆

Trump's ketchup-stained fingerprints of stupidity are all over his administration. Here's another example...

"Incandescently stupid": Former DHS official says he had to "dumb" down classified memos for Trump

We'll likely be hearing many more examples in the upcoming trials.

[pocketgalaxies]

C1E70 || C3E102

[ktzart]

sometimes you pull your knife on the thing that you assume is possessing your brother and demand it vacate the premises even though unbeknownst to you there's only one consciousness on the premises because when this entity took your brother's body it kind of immediately extinguished his mind almost without even thinking about it which is probably actually worse but also cmahn this entity is just a little guy

[utilitycaster]

real talk when I was in college and in the Hating Everything stage of coming out of a depressive episode one of my friends was like "hey you wanna throw burnt out lightbulbs and perhaps an empty wine bottle off the roof" and it did in fact help a lot so I trust Chetney implicitly

[arealcrow]

it's one of my firmest held beliefs at this point that internet need to nationalized. i need xfinity to be torn limb from limb by dogs named regulation

[incandescent-creativity]

hey there ! I’m curious, for the fall/October ask game. . .

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

It's no longer October but it's still fall so! The ask game still counts in my heart.

By far the best friendship dynamic is Ash and Zach in the LORE Series. I've only got the first draft of the first book, but I have such plans for how they work together. They get to a point where they don't really need to talk that much, they know when to trust the other and let them take over, they know each other's weaknesses and will cover for them.

Zach becomes the only person Ash doesn't mind touching her without warning. Ash becomes the only person Zach listens to when told to be quiet/shut up. They are the only two people in the world who have been altered by an ancient magical ritual, the only two who had to face illusory manifestations of their fears, the only two who understand what that's like and how isolating it is.

But it's not a romance story because the power of platonic friendships are too important!

[iheartliquor]

incandescent streetlight mixed w blue twilight one of the most gorgeous colors on the earth one of my favorite colors in the world fuck leds forever hate leds so much 

[nulfaga]

idk why i am so compelled to write about marriages slowly breaking down even tho the couple love each other (nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates love from etc etc). do i call this the john darnielle instinct

[deadmegumi]

Mr darcy smiling truly IS enough to make a grown man cry

[somuchbetterthanthat]

i need someone to tell me that they, too, used to want to bash their heads against their computer and then throw the computer against a wall as soon as they open a new document and try to write, but they actually found a miracle cure and now they can write whatever they wish to whenever they decide to

[raindropsonwhiskers]

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[thebutterleftoutatroboticsstate]

Google won’t let me turn off its planet killing plagiarism machine I just want to do my vocab like a normal, capable person

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Today I learned that wordpress has introduced an AI "assistant" to help people write and I learned this by having the thing king hit me out of nowhere by warning me that "immediately" is a "complex word" and I know it's just a stupid robot with no context but this thing warning me, a writer, that the science fiction story I'm writing has a "complex word" (so watch out!) and that word is the dirt basic word "immediately" filled me with a moment of incandescent rage the likes of which I've never felt before and I'm awake now.

Anyway it's easy to turn the robot off but this reminds me of the time I got grounded for using the word "transportation" as a teenager and this time there's not even a person doing it.

[awritersrejections]

via @discworldtour

just checking in to say Trans Rights

CW: transphobia

First of all obligatory I aten’t dead

Second! Terry Pratchett has been trending the past few days because, apparently, the Gender Critical movement has decided to posthumously “recruit” him by claiming that he would’ve supported their movement. If you’re unfamiliar, that movement is basically to remove social and legal protections for trans people.

This is gross, it’s cowardly, and it’s being thoroughly and viciously debunked by people who knew him personally, including his daughter.

(Rhianna Pratchett has probably been having a rough one the past few days, but her twitter has had a lot of people sharing affirming memories of her dad, which has been lovely to see).

Anyway. I’m not in the UK, and I’m not sure if this just a few people or an earnest effort from GCers to rebrand Sir Terry as Gender Critical and Discworld as some sort of terf zone, but I didn’t want to let this pass without a loud and belligerent TRANS RIGHTS from me. Trans Discworld fans, you are loved. I am but a humble quote poster (and, as the past two years have proved, very bad at it) but I and so, so many others support you, always.

(And if you happen to be here looking for quotes that support gender critical ideology then I wish you a very reading comprehension. scram.)

[crowsent]

why the fuck does tumblr look like this and how do i get rid of it

[daycourtofficial]

I got cursed like Eve got bitten

Pairing: Azriel x Rhysand’s sister!reader | WC: 1.2k | warnings: none

Summary: reports of a rare powered fae popping up in Illyria send Azriel and Rhysand on a journey through the past, unraveling a truth they thought long buried

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Velaris was beautiful tonight. Like most nights, the stars shone over the small city, their incandescent light bouncing off the Sidra, making the surface of the water sparkle as the current rippled. The frigid water looked so dark beneath that light, its depths unknown to those who walk across the bridge. 

Rhyasnd watched the stars from his balcony, the violet in his eyes catching a glint under their shine, glass of whiskey in his hand. Feyre and Nyx were spending the evening at an art class across town, a class for children to “paint the stars” as Feyre had said. They would be spending the evening with a dozen or so other small children, his mate and their child on a blanket gazing up at the stars and trying to recreate what they saw onto a tiny canvas, no doubt splattering paint everywhere in the process. He had debated going - he loved the night sky, a fondness he’d had since childhood that carried well into his adult life. He would spend the night telling Nyx about the various constellations, what they mean, and how their planet spins in orbit around a star.

He had, instead, decided to spend his evening in his office, a note on his desk urging him to spend the evening alone until the one person who would understand arrived. He stood on the balcony waiting, his skin growing colder as the night settled in. His eyes traced the patterns of the constellations - the patterns of stars he spent many decades devoting himself to in private. The same stars he prayed to most nights, the changing of the constellations doing little to deter his devotion.

Tonight he needed their guidance, needed their all-seeing gaze once more. He felt his stomach churn as his thoughts whirled, wanting to hurl abuses at the stars above him. He knew they had all the answers, but unwilling or unable to answer his questions, he wasn’t sure which.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and memories, too preoccupied to notice the soft flap of wings nearby or Azriel’s soft descent on the balcony next to him. 

Azriel took in his brother’s appearance as Rhys failed to notice him - the High Lord seemed off in some way. Rhys was the harder of his two brothers to pinpoint. Cassian wore his heart on his sleeve, Azriel hardly had to look into Cassian’s big, puppy dog eyes before he knew exactly what troubled him. Rhys was harder - the youngest of all three of them, carrying the weight of everyone’s pleas for help and guidance, one that has led Rhysand to shoulder more than his fair share of burdens. His shoulders sagged as he leant over the balcony, as if he wanted to curl in on himself-

“Stop.”

Azriel blinked once. Twice. 

“Stop what?”

Rhys rolled his eyes, “stupid was never a good look for you.”

Azriel’s hummed as a soft breeze blew by, ruffling the skin of his wings. He moved his eyes away from Rhys, looking toward the Sidra instead. He could hear it from here - the water moving downstream, soft splashes as the current met the bank. He spent most of his nights gazing out over the river, hoping to see anything within its icy depths. 

“Rivers keep going, and we keep going.”

That soft voice echoed in his mind, the memory feeling all at once like several lifetimes ago and only a handful of moments prior. 

“Az.”

Rhys’s voice pulled him from a life so far away, it felt like he traveled galaxies to come back to the present. Rhys’s voice was soft as his violet eyes took in his brother. “There’s a report on my desk.”

Rhys paused, the shadowsinger unable to figure out what could be in this report that had his High Lord so rattled that he had asked him to come as quickly as possible. His shadows moved toward the desk, the black wisps moved across the page before Azriel had even moved, reading the contents of it for themselves but not moving back to Azriel.

That put Azriel on edge.

Rhys nodded his head towards the desk, prompting Azriel to move towards the large oak furniture. Scarred fingers picked up the parchment, reading the report from an Illyrian outpost. All the details from the report went hazy in his mind as his eyes kept moving toward the same word over and over again.

Empath.

The room felt like it had tilted beneath Azriel, something caught in his throat unable to let him get the words out. His eyes scanned the page again, but now the document looked like it only said ‘empath’ over and over again. His shadows were frantically moving about the room, bouncing off the walls, desperate to escape their enclosure of the office. His tight grip on the paper caused some of them to come towards him, affectionately weaving through his fingers as if they were perfectly fitted gloves.

“Rhys, that’s not possible. There hasn’t been a known empath since-“

“I know.”

Rhys’s voice was sharp and clipped, the unspoken words hanging in the air. He took a sip of his whiskey, finishing off the glass before meeting with Azriel behind his desk, putting the glass down where the paper had lain. The paper in Azriel’s hands was shaking now as Rhys lifted one of his own to push the paper down back onto the desk.

“I know.”

His voice was much softer this time, the words coming out not much more than a whisper. 

-

The next morning the two of them left for the village mentioned in the intel, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as they took off from the balcony, neither male looking rested. The flight was silent as they passed over the terrain of the Night Court, the long flight offering the both of them ample time to think.

They landed sometime in the mid-afternoon after having stopped for food along the way, the meal one of silence and heavy atmosphere, not lingering for a second once they finished eating. Upon arriving, the two walked around the Illyrian village, having impromptu meetings with several of the males underneath Cassian’s command. When the sun began setting, their feet led them toward the only tavern in the village, a small, pathetic looking building that reeked of alcohol and vomit.

Rhys adjusted his jacket before he pushed open the door to the tavern, but he barely made it through the threshold before stopping. Azriel ran straight into Rhys’s back as the male in front of him stopped completely, blocking the entrance.

Rhys was frozen in place, his spine ramrod straight. Azriel immediately reached toward his belt, wanting a hand on Truth-Teller to offer some reassurance of whatever could make his High Lord still on sight. Azriel prepared himself and looked over Rhys’s shoulder at whatever caught his eye. His eyes immediately stopped where Rhys’ had - behind the worn down bar top, the wood old but sturdy, stood someone Azriel thought had died long ago.

You shined even brighter in person than you did in his memories, almost as if you casted a light glow over everyone around you, and Azriel’s grip on Truth-Teller faltered as your eyes met his across the room.

Author’s note: eeeek so excited!! Been working on this behind the scenes a bit!!! Dedicating this to my girl @milswrites the ultimate hype woman for this!!!

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