#next to everyone is a disaster in this

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

Mathieu van der Poel in Glentress, Scotland, during the 2023 UCI World Championships

[lincolnchristie]

In honor of sharing Kai and Sol's story over on Patreon, behold: MEMES.

[innielove]

happy holidays, i hope everyone can rest well and take a break at the end of the year💖

[kimmkitsuragi]

also i love how when i mentioned the conference thing today one guy was like "so is pelin famous in turkey?" PLEASE WDYMMMM 😭😭

[beeapocalypse]

haunted once more by a dumb character idea

[frostbytte]

A friend and I discussed stuff and. Lotsa thoughts down here

[reallyghostlypost]

Finally wrote a backstory for farmer Thad 🥳

To his family's terror, Thad was that creepy child in horror movies that would see ghosts. Only that Thad could see a lot more things than just ghosts. And he was willing to follow ✨suggestions✨.

What do you do with a child who is willing to slice his palm open to try to write blood sigils on the kitchen cabinet door because something told him that this way he could teleport the cookie jar from the top shelf to him?

He's basically half feral and slightly animalistic, potentially spawned by the void itself and raised by it, and an utter moron with no self preservation instincts.

Thad's entire family was always scared of magic, even if they couldn't really explain why. But they were sweating even at the thought of a Ministry mage visiting someone in the same neighbourhood as them, and were absolutely terrified of being 'accused' of having an interest in magic themselves. When Grandpa showed his first signs of magic his parents forbade him from using his powers at all. This was a constant source of conflict that eventually led to Grandpa buying the farm and completely cutting ties with the rest of the family.

After Grandpa stopped talking to them the entire family thought that they could finally relax but then Thad was born. Unlike Grandpa, who discovered his magic by making literal dust bunnies while cleaning at eight, Thad seemed to have been borned with his magic already active. It became obvious fast that Thad could see things his parents could not. If they were 'lucky' he would see a ghost, if not he would start describing things. Things that didn't have names or even shapes, full of eyes and mouths and hunger. This caused endless sleepless nights for his parents and the rest of the family, but it still wasn't enough for them to publicly admit that they have wizards in their family, so like Grandpa Thad was simply told to never use his magic. Unlike Grandpa, Thad never got angry at the interdiction but he also never really followed it.

Aside from his connection with the supernatural he was a good kid. He was intelligent, a top student and could often learn the lesson while the teacher was speaking, but had problems dealing with boredom. He was even tempered, rarely showing strong emotions and generally smiling and polite, but kinda distant (although unknown to his parents he would vent to random supernatural beings). His parents left him alone from an early age and never really cared what he did so he grew up as an independent child. He was getting along with other kids but he never had close friends. He started working as soon as he was legally allowed and changed jobs often due to boredom. He never went to college.

Thad only met Grandpa twice in his life. When he was five Grandpa learned from his doctors that his illness was terminal. So he contacted his family for the first time in years. Thad's dad decided to visit his father for the last time before his death and he decided to take Thad along to at least meet his grandfather. Grandpa thought he was the only magic user in his family so he was shocked to realize Thad not only could do magic, but he was showing potential to became a powerful wizard if his magic was already this strong this early. After a few months, on his deathbed, Grandpa convinced his son to let Thad visit him one last time. Grandpa gave Thad his farm in the hopes that Thad will choose to develop his magical talent in the future and that the isolated farm will make it easier for him.

Eventually, after getting bored at Joja too, Thad decided to check out his grandfather's letter. When he reached the farm Thad already had some experience with magic due to his constant encounter with the other beings.

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Because his parents were overwhelmed by Thad's experience with magic they would often end up being neglectful, so Thad was basically half raised by them half by whatever spirits or beings happened to be around him at any giving time. That's why he wasn't really lonely as a child despite not having close ties with his parents or any friends.

While not every spirit he encountered was nice, most were at least curious about the human child approaching them and were willing to entertain him for a while. They kept him company after nightmares, comforted him when he was hurt or sick, and helped him restrain his emotions so that he won't accidentally use him magic too much. This is how Thad ended up with some unique ideas about how life works, what is dangerous or scary, or how problems should be resolved. This also gave him an unique perspective on magic.

Over time Thad started to agree with his parents that his magic should remain hidden (but not necessarily that it shouldn't be used). Thad realized his magic was dark. He was basically born with void magic, and void magic was inherently incompatible with reality. Using magic even a little would start straining reality around him, wearing it thin and prone to small tears where the void could start to sneak through. Mending the veil back was also very difficult.

From his 'friends' Thad learned how to use the safer ambiental magic for his needs instead of his natural void magic and learned the basics of multiple types of black magic, especially blood magic and a few types of divination. But he mainly uses his magic to feel different types of energy around him and to heal his wounds and illnesses.

[mytardisisparked]

I feel like the weight of the last week is finally hitting me and I maybe need to sleep for 48 hours but I just drank a ton of caffiene so I guess I'm gonna read instead.

[storm-of-feathers]

i wish more people understood the concept of activism burnout and compassion fatigue. you do like genuinely have to pick your battles, and that usually means something local that you can make a real difference with. if you get overwhelmed with every problem nothing is going to change.

[paigemathews]

Me looking at one of my fave next gen uf dynamics: what if i made it fucked up

[jaetaimjadore]

god im so done with this rigged shitshow

[two-saints]

idk what to do because normally being on tumblr and seeing everyone’s thoughts and memes eases the post eurovision depression but this year was so disappointing… i feel like it’ll just make me sad all over every time i think about it you know, even if we’re all commiserating it’ll just be a reminder

[skrunksthatwunk]

i had a couple tasks i was putting off for legit like a week that were very scary and loud and i got them done omgg

[ladymajavader]

that's a Spoonerism! The particular type of brain glitch where you swap vowels/sounds/syllables between words in a phrase is called so after William Spooner, an Oxford don and priest, who had the misfortune to call the hymn "Conquering Kings their Titles Take" as "Kinquering Congs..." in 1879, so obviously the entire student body conspired to never let him live it down and invented over next few decades ever more stories of Spooner saying stuff like "God is a shoving leopard" or toasting Queen Victoria as "our queer old dean". Naturally.

[confused-disaster32]

Istg having a queer friend group is like having enough plot points, trauma and character development to make a fully functional 15+ season show that has so much going on that you're not sure if you love the show or hate it.

[mbat]

sometimes i remember last year when i went on my first trip far from home alone, and just how long, and how lonely, the train ride was from my home city to my destination. ive had so many lonely nights in my life, ive had times feeling so, so deeply alone. and yet that 11 hours where i was alone in the train stop, on the train, and on the bus to my destination... it was the loneliest hours of my entire life. not to mention me almost missing the bus and nearly getting stranded in chicago, i was so fucking scared.

and i dont know i dont have a point here, i just think about it sometimes. i had always wanted to ride a train, but i didnt think it would be alone, and that i would be so unsure as i was sitting there. going alone hours from home by myself was just... terrifying. everything was fine, but it really couldve not been, and i dont know. i even remember when i was lost in chicago that my friends, who were also there to switch transportation to the destination, tried to find me, but i had luckily found my bus by then, and i just remember seeing them outside the bus wishing i couldve got to go up to them, latch onto the only people i knew for several hundred miles.

it just kinda sucked. it was a good thing in the end and i dont regret most parts of that trip (but the parts i regret arent relevant to the train), but that truly was just... damn.

at the least, on the ride back home, i was so tired that i slept through most of it.