#it is now a tag

[jellyfish-grave]

dip goro in coffee like biscuit,,,but seriously, can i hear more about the tiny goro au i will give you everything i own ( ´ ∀ ` )

(Context for this)

It was a silly drawing I made when sitting down after eating in a restaurant, I stole my dad's cup for the picture :]

But honestly, Ren absolutely tried dipping the tinygoro in coffee once.

Also, I'm gonna fucking cry, I swear anon, omg. There is one singular person in my life who has asked about my AUs and you just come in randomly to be number 2.

I will. Gladly. Infodump.

The tinygoro AU starts during the Okomura arc, but like, at the very start. Mona is still on the run with Haru and all.

Crow was in Mementos, searching for his next target for Shido. However, he suddenly heard the Phantom Thieves on the floor right above him and kinda panicked. (Yk the scene where Haru and Monacar run away from the PT because...because.) He's very confused but what he does understand is that he needs to stay away as much as possible. However, he rushed away so fast he didn't really pay attention to all the shadows that detected him on his way down. One of said shadow then proceeded to turn him tiny (Don't ask which shadow I uh. Don't know.).

At first he simply wanted to wait for the effect to fade away, but then he realised it didn't get better at all. He started making his way up, realising the Phantom Thieves had left. But uh. Back to the real world, he realises he's still tiny and his case is too big for him to carry (for obvious reasons).

The people he can reach out to rn are Sae and Ren. That's literally the only two people who he trusts to a certain degree. He quickly realises that getting Sae's address will prove itself to be...a difficult task. And he's in yongen jaya right now anyways. So...

He knocks at Leblanc and asks for help-

From then on I have a whole bunch of random things about how Ren, tinygoro AND Mona manage to live together. For example, Ren makes mini lego houses for tinygoro and puts them on the shelves (that idea comes from my gf!!!).

Ren sometimes brings tinygoro to Shujin in his jacket's pocket! But that can get quite scary for Goro, so they don't do it too often.

Mona actually keeps the secret from the rest of the team, so congrats, and Futaba stopped watching the cameras and has no clue.

I'll continue the infodump as I draw more for the AU! I think some infos need visual context to make sense :]

Once again, tysm anon...sob sob.

[foxpunk]

do you all see my vision here

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[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.

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[kiryuing]

[fraternum-momentum]

messy eater

[stemmmm]

bad youtube clickbait thumbnail that reads "I think I just had a therapy session with a DEMON???"

[iri-desky]

Hello Deadpool and Wolverine fandom

I'd like to bring this golden post back in light of the Honda Odyssey scene

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[some-pers0n]

Minecraft movie trailer dropped this thing looks awful my skin itches just looking at these things

[the-autism-album]

[mouseshift]

someone has probably already done this but

[lapdogchase]