#it wasnt that many people either

[uygfiug]

Hey, i thought it'd be interesting to ask you question #1 from the latest ask game you reblog (if it's not oversharing to you)!

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

hi :) dw i overshare on here all the time, i dont mind :)

sorry to start off sad but, having all my friends leave me for reasons they refused to explain (apparently i did something wrong but no one believed me when i said i didnt know what) and then having most of them bully me, and the other bullying that followed. i think all of that turned me into a nicer person? i started thinking a lot more about what i say to people & realising that these people whose bullying of others i kept quiet about even though i hated it would do the same to me so quickly made me a lot braver to speak my mind & stand up for people :) also if that didnt happen i never wouldve met my friends :)) and looking back those friendships werent very good for me anyway, they insulted me a lot & i just kinda thought that was normal

the internet, growing up that was mostly just me & classmates playing happy wheels in class or something (lots of fireboy & watergirl and moviestarplanet as well) but then around the time of the bullying i got my first phone and laptop (bc i went to a Digital school, but by now its just a normal school) i was on tiktok a lot in the beginning, i think it was just becoming a thing? and i quickly discovered fandom during the pandemic a year later (i had another fandom ish thing going on before but thats a whole other thing) and then i made some friends, that i got to be closer to than any irl friends ever :) i also saw a video at some point about how insulting yourself isnt going to help you not hate yourself, and that made me decide i wanted to get better (bc at this point my mental health was in shambles) and i did! i started trying to think of a compliment for myself anytime i insulted myself & that helped a lot

pippi longstocking!! she was one of my first special interests & i think a lot of the way i think & act comes from her :) im not really that into her anymore but i still remember a lot of details :)

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[michaelgovehateblog]

I no longer have a Tory mp for the first time in my life omg, it's a lib dem gain

[mamawasatesttube]

just looked at the tim//kon tag on incognito to see who posted that shit take abt bart and JESUS it is fucking NOXIOUS in there with all the people i have blocked. i need to bleach my computer and my fucking brain.

[pickled-flowers]

Some of you have never been the friend that No-one listens to and it shows

[wikiangela]

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[kelocitta]

Tangentially related to some of the discussion i posted earlier but quiet literally the first RW Art Month i participated I did it completely on whim like, one day before it started. And I mostly did it because I hadn't drawn a ton of rain world and wanted to draw more. Fandom presence was a lot smaller than and I was one of a handful of artists who did the entire thing. Fast forward and I still do Art Month and I've gotten to work with VC directly. But it was quite literally something I decided to do completely on whim that set the ball rolling, and for something a lil more niche and certainly with a lot more dev/fandom art involvement than most. It's really random how and why you might get noticed more than usual, especially with the "toss it into the search and hope it pays out' mechanism of Socmed

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

Sometimes I see posts on this site and I'm like oh okay, you guys don't actually believe in redemption and don't understand how it works at all. Cool. Okay.

[its-neopolitan]

To the person at chick fli a whole stole my new beetlejuice hoodie in the span of 20 minutes it took me to notice i left it.

Sincerely, Fuck You

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[martyrbat]

habeas corpus – detective comics #1086

(ID in alt!)

[queer-pagan-witch]

One day I will learn, that just because the bottle is low, does not mean I need to finish off the bottle.

[runningatypufullspeed]

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE TO SEE MY FUGLY UGLY ASS ALLEGORY OF THE CAVE X FAHRENHEIT 451 CROSSOVER DRAWING THAT I WAS FORCED TO DO FOR SCHOOL….. ITS SO UGLY AND MONTAG IS

WHITE.

AND THE HOUNDS ARE DISGUSTING THE COLORING IS SO SHITTY AND MILDRED …. Well ok she looks alright kindof but the COLORING ….. SKETCH WAS BETTER but do you guys. Do you still want to see it…….,,,,,,

ALSO NO OFFENSE TO WHITE PEOPLE PLEASE I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶😁👍 within reason

[newtness532]

im so annoyed with everything today, i think i need some tasty food and a million hours of sleep and then I'll be back to normal

[pcktknife]

speaking of nightmares I had a double feature one last night

[aquapolis]

sorry to randomly go off but i've been thinking a lot about how when the p1 dub came out people said it was "boring" and it's like. yeah. it's pretty close to a direct translation most of the way through. because that's what tms told them to do. and i think some people keep expecting another part 2 holy temple of gags but you gotta realize: nobody gave a shit in the early 2000s. people didn't even give a shit accurately dubbing MAJOR anime they got silly with heavyhitters like pokemon and dragonball and so IMAGINE the comedic freedom of 'no fucking way these middleoftheroad average joe toonami viewers have heard of lupin. who give a shit talk about halle berry" LIKE??

I GUESS THE POINT I'M MAKING IS in the 20 years since then, tms has realized to some extent that there's a pretty sizeable fanbase over here, and so they're paying ATTENTION to how the dubs are written. they're picky now, and when you have a guy watching vigilantly over your shoulder you have to reel in all the off the wall shit. you MAY get a SMALL PORTION of friggin you may receive a SMIDEGON of CRAPCRAPCRAP but you will not be dining off of a full platter of chicken nuggets tonight my guy