#posting this outside the community as well

[mochiwonz]

― THANK YOU STRANGER s.jaeyun

PAIRING. fem!reader x nonidol bf!jake(sim jaeyun) CONTENT. angst with happy ending , post-breakup , reader is in her self love + healing era WORD COUNT. 1,063 NOTE. this is part 2 of you're just a stranger :3 pls remember that this is all just fiction !! i hope you enjoy ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

Of course. Of course you missed him, Jake. You didn't want to admit it, but you missed him presence. You missed the man who you once loved with all of your heart and soul. The day after he left you in shambles, you just didn't know what to do with yourself.

You still felt completely numb.

It had been 5 days since your guy's breakup, and anyone could tell that you were a fucking mess. You hadn't showered or even gotten out of your room for the past 5 days. Your close friend, sunoo, was the person checking up on you and bringing you food to eat.

And to put it simply, you felt and probably looked like dog shit.

Jake, he was the first guy you ever had any feelings for- of course the breakup affected you. But you were very sure that it wasn't affecting him!

Your brain was about to put more useless thoughts of Jake in your head, but you didn't let it.

Truly, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him anymore.

The y/n 5 days ago would've texted and asked him "oh how are you?" or "i miss you" but the y/n right now has his number blocked. Growth is real, people.

At first, you felt like it was kind-of your fault. Maybe if you cared less he would've still loved you. Maybe if you didn't make him dinner every night and "treat him like a baby" he would still be your boyfriend. But wait-

It wasn't your fault.

It wasn't your fault that your efforts weren't acknowledged. It wasn't your fault that he suddenly stopped loving you. It wasn't your fault that he wasn't communicating his true feelings and thoughts to you.

Fuck, you had to stop this cycle.

Slowly, you sit up from your comfortable laying position and place your feet on the ground. You shiver at the cold feeling of the wooden floor. You feel a little more awake now.

After getting up, you make your way to the bathroom and holy shit, you look like you just got beat up. Well, technically, Jake just beat the shit out of your emotions so...

You brush your teeth and hop in the shower, making sure the water is warm. You wanted to feel warmth, some sort of comfort. You hadn't felt any sort of warmth or comfort in five whole days.

As soon as you feel the first drop of warm water on your skin, your whole body relaxes. Wow, thank god for showers. Like, actually. After 5 minutes of just standing and drowning yourself in the warm water, you freshen up and get out.

You already feel so much better. I mean, you just washed off all the icky germs, right?

You quickly dry your hair and do your skincare and then head to your closet to pick out an outfit. While in the shower, you decided that you wanted to go to the local cafe to get a drink and of course, some fresh air.

After what felt like almost an hour of searching for the best outfit, you ended up choosing a pair of flared jeans, a brown leather jacket, and an off-white cropped top. To accessorize, you put on some chunky earrings and a few rings.

You can't help but smile, you feel so much more alive. Maybe you really didn't need Jake in your life anymore.

Quickly, you grab your purse and keys and walk out of your apartment.

Once you stepped outside, you immediately felt the warm sunlight on your skin. The sun wasn't too bright, and the weather was cool with a slight breeze. You forgot how much you loved being outside, especially during autumn.

While on the way to the cafe, you spot two birds on a traffic light. Past y/n would've definitely went back home and sobbed for two hours straight. But for some reason, you didn't feel like crying. You didn't feel sad. You found the birds cute and just moved on.

After a 15 minute walk to the cafe, you order your vanilla latte and quickly find a seat. You can't lie, that walk was kind-of tiring.

While waiting for your order number to be called, you pull out your phone and headphones that you brought with you in your purse. You unlock your phone and immediately go to spotify and connect your headphones. You quickly put your headphones on and click "play" on your favorite playlist.

Music. Music was so healing for you. Music always made you feel better. Music was the bestfriend you never had.

"Order for number 88!" the worker exclaims.

You get up from your seat and walk over to the counter to get your latte. You turn to head back to your seat and oh.

Jake's here...?

You noticed he dyed his hair back to a dark brown, a color you used to love on him. But, you didn't feel any love for him anymore. All of that love was slowly becoming self love, and you really didn't mind.

Unfortunately, you lock eyes with him for a split second. And he looks...sad? You're confused, but you shrug it off. You just hope he feels better.

You walk to your seat and stay at the cafe for about 10 minutes before heading back home. It felt good to treat yourself. Actually no, not just good- it felt great.

You deserved to show yourself love. What you didn't deserve was being a complete mess over a guy treating you like shit.

*ping!*

Huh?

You quickly grab your phone from your jacket pocket and unlock it.

Wait, what?

Unknown : y/n i'm sorry. please unblock me. i'm sorry y/n please.

Oh, it's Jake.

You don't know what to do, but you end up responding.

not gonna unblock u jake

You smile at your response. You didn't feel the need for Jake in your life anymore. It's like a breath of fresh air.

You turn off your phone and shove it back into your pocket. Instead of thinking more about Jake, you think about what you want to do when you get back to your apartment. Maybe online shop and do a self-care night, or invite your friend sunoo over for a sleepover. It had been forever since your last sleepover with sunoo!

Honestly, you're thankful.

Thankful to Jake for showing you that you didn't need him in your life. Thankful to Jake for showing you that you needed to be showing yourself some more love.

You take out your phone and text him for the very last time.

thank you stranger :)

i hope you enjoyed this pt 2 !! pls reblog if u did :D

[teoft]

It's like Tumblr has become almost a diary for me, thanks to no character limit and a read more button. This atmosphere of acceptance and understanding helps a lot too.

I'll get back to posting actual art, juggling with Twitter and Bluesky along with commissions is taking up a lot of my time.

Anyway, thoughts about art community and being social

For the longest time I've had this feeling of being an outsider in this vague community of artists that see as colleagues of sorts. Like I meet all the "criteria" of being in the group, and yet don't really feel like I'm part of it. Well, it seems I am right in some way, and the reason is that they interact with each other, while I sit here drawing alone.

Unfortunately I've always been prone to isolate myself from others. I grew up feeling like I should be ashamed of loving to draw, since it was always fanart monsters, creatures and cool guys instead of "proper art" like animals and portraits. Before social media, I only drew for myself and never showed anything to anybody. I hid my art from my family, from the world, so that I wouldn't be judged. I think it is one of the biggest reasons why I have trouble interacting with people in the context of art (tbh I'm shit at being social anyway but that's a whole another problem).

Even when I had a scanner and means to post my art online, I never did, due to the whole "if you put something online it'll be there forever" mindset. My first actual account anywhere online must've been Facebook in 2010ish, where I only had a few friends. It was the perfect place for me to finally post anything online, and so I did: I used to post pretty much everything I drew on there. Slowly gaining courage, I eventually made my original Tumblr account, then Deviantart, Twitter, etc.

Still, all I did was throw my art out there in hopes of somebody liking it. I didn't really know how to interact with the people who commented on my posts, so instead I mostly just... made more art. I did have some friend groups here and there, but either they ended up falling apart or my social battery drained in such a way that I slowly drifted away. I had gotten used to just being by myself and relying only on myself in the online art world.

During my design studies, I started putting more thought and work on promoting myself, so that it could be one career path for me to take. My mindset was that I'll work hard and become "big", even if it meant that one post gained me just one follower. In 2020 I ended up going viral with a meme and suddenly getting tens of thousands of followers. It was great and a welcome boost of morale, but unfortunately 2020 was otherwise one of the worst years in my life.

Throughout the years people have come and gone, so the only constant for me has been myself, and my drive to develop my skills. Thus it's been too easy for me to just isolate myself. In a way it has been my strength with regards to art, but sometimes I wish I knew how to make lasting connections. I think/know I might be autistic to some degree, which adds to the difficulty of being social. Though, to be honest, I don't know if I'd gotten this far without my autistic hyperfixations.

I guess the thing I need to do now to fix this problem of loneliness and isolation is to just... slowly try and be more social. To reply to comments and talk to people. All of which is easier said than done. Still, just gotta take that first step and then keep going.

Despite lacking the kind of community I yearn for, it seems I've made a name for myself, enough so that people seem to take pride in knowing me. Or at least that's the impression I've gotten a few times. But still, I am happy that I've had a positive effect on people. After all, my two main motivators in art are that I like doing it, and I like when people enjoy my art.

[thehalloweenspooks]

HELLO, SO UM- My pookies moots urged me on to write Coyle pussy fic so I uhhhh... I did... I don't think it's worth posting on ao3 so here it goes...

nsfw fic under cut

Panties Business

Coyle was passing through the hallway with a severe scowl plastered on his features, Easterman really outdone himself this time with the new “uniform” idea… And now Leland was pacing around the police station in a skirt. 

A skirt…

A DAMN SKIRT! What shame- 

He was pissed and most certainly was gonna give a piece of his mind to the doctor when they saw each other later.

“Yer a fuckin’ bitch!” the officer barked out as he slammed open the doors to Hendrick’s office after the trial. “Ya know that? Embarrassin’ me and all!” he grumbled when Easterman raised his eyebrow in question.

 “What do I owe the pleasure, Leland?” the older man asked placing his pen back down on the desk and leaning against his chair.

The policeman gives him a furious look gesturing viciously to the skirt in a silent protest against his attire.

The doctor’s gaze falls on the navy fabric of the skirt then slowly rises back up… “Yes? I would appreciate verbal communication if you would.”

“The blasted thing!” he replies angrily. “The fuck would ya make me wear that?!” he huffs folding his arms on his chest.

The taller man raises to his feet and deliberately strolls over to the prime asset with an unwavering gaze focused on his eyes. 

“It has its purpose, Leland…”

“Yeah? And what’s that, huh?” Coyle barks out but before he can think of any other question or taunt, he nearly gasps at the slap of both of the doctor’s hands on his butt. He thinks about protesting but Easterman’s palms smooth over his ass and dip under the hem of his skirt, caressing up his thighs. 

“Acces, Leland.” Hendrick purrs while his hands travel further up to his hip. 

“B-Bastard homo… ‘fcourse-” Coyle mutters not making any attempt to move away.

Instead, the older man pauses with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You aren’t wearing panties.” he moreso states than questions. 

The cop’s face flushes slightly as he looks away “Shut up.” he whispers when he feels Hendrick’s fingers trace against the curly bush on his mound. “It’s none of yer business why I don’t-” his hips chase the soft brush of the fingertips against him.

“You like not to wear them, don’t you, Leland?” Easterman’s hand dips further down between the officer’s thighs as they seem to open up for him on their own accord, old habits die hard~ “What if I found a nice alternative for you, hm?”

This time it’s Coyle’s turn to raise his eyebrow… “The fuck ya mean…” he mumbles with a shaky breath as the others fingers begin to tease the outside of his pussy, stroking gently before dipping past the folds and tracing against the soaking slit of his entrance. 

“Let’s say… what if I get you a toy to wear inside your slutty cunt during trials? Then you will have to wear panties to ensure it doesn’t slip out… Yes?” Easterman whispers in his ear, fingers finally digging into Leland’s wet pussy and curling up against his inter walls to seak that special spot that makes him see stars.

The cop moaned and grasped his shoulders, head falling against the dark, pristine suit of the doctor. “F-Fuck… Y-ya got my attention…” he whimpered as his cunt gets pumped with two long digits of the man before him.

“Look at you Leland, clenching around my fingers like a needy bitch you are…” Hendrick chuckles to spite the prime asset but he secretly loves the way Coyle’s body begs for more of him… He continues to thrust his hand and adds his thumb into the mix to play with the police officer’s clit in lazy circles that draw the most pathetic sound out of his mouth. “So wet and ready for me…” he teases.

“Mnnh- f-fuck me already-” a plea rips from the cop’s throat, a broken cry of carnal desire that Easterman knew all too well.

“I don’t have time right now, I have a meeting in a few minutes.” he begins to pull his fingers out of his needy slit but is met with a whine of protest and a squeeze to his shoulder, thighs clutching at his arm to prevent him from pulling out. He sighs dramatically rolling his eyes, he almost smiles at the attention-seeking behaviour of his companion but quickly schools his expression back to an emotionless grimace. “You are so deprived.” Hendrick swiftly thrusts his fingers back deep into the others cunt with a wet, gushy squelch and begins to finger Coyle skillfully. 

A cacophony of moans and gasps spill from Leland’s mouth as he grips his shoulder tighter. His knees begin to tremble as his pleasure begins to build in the pit of his stomach, the sounds becoming more obscene the longer his sweet spots keep getting assaulted… Soon enough he is overtaken by his climax. He clings to Easterman’s neck as a warm gush of his release squirts out of his pussy and pools at his feet; his legs tremble and threaten to give out under him. 

“There we go… made a mess as always, clean up before you leave.” Hendrick slips his digits out of the tightened, twitching cunt with a wet sloppy sound and observes in satisfaction as the juices drip down both of Coyle’s thighs. “Now, if you promise to wear panties next time, I promise to get you a nice toy, yeah?” the doctor purrs in his ear before pulling away and licking his hand off the mess of arousal left by Leland, this time not being able to stop the pleased smile from appearing on his face.

“D-deal…” the cop huffs trying to steady himself against the desk from the intense orgasm he just received; his forehead pressed against the glossy surface of the wood. 

Easterman smoothed his clothes down and turned to the door, ready to leave for the meeting. That’s one way to make Coyle behave and he had to admit that judging by the erection in his pants, it certainly was his favourite way to make him behave. 

[dogs-have-fallen]

Welcome to my Blog !

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Hello critters of Tumblr ! This is my updated intro post :3 Here , you will find information about me , as well as what my content is / will be , and my DNI

My name is CODY ! You can also call me Coy or Dog ( and any variation of such ) I use he / it / thing / pup / mutt and really any canine related neo pronoun .

I identify most with the therian + transspecies labels ! I am a coydog , specifically a coyote mixed withh a golden retriever . I also identify with the canine / candid umbrella as a whole . I am also an anomaly and a robot !!

I have been awakened since 2017 , so at the time of posting this I have been a semi - active part of the community for seven years ! How cool !

I am 19 years old , but no worries ! This is not an 18 + blog . If I do decide to post more adult content , I will either explicitly state MDNI on the post or I'll make a side - blog !

I do ask that if you wish to DM me that you are at least 16 years old . This rule is quite lenient , if you are younger than 16 and have questions about my identity or therianthropy in general , feel free to message me ! For regular conversation though , the 16 + rule applies .

Things I WILL post :

I will post my art ! It will mostly be art relating to my identity , and I hope to one day start taking commissions or requests !

I'll also post most , if not all, of my kin related thoughts

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NSFW content without proper tags

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DNI

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Additionally , I really don't care for system discourse , and since I am not a system I will not take a stance on non - traumagenic systems .

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You are a therian , a furry , an age or pet regressor ( I will tag content not safe for regression ) , an artist , are alternative , punk , and all the cool things !!

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[a-dragons-explanations]

I'm sorry you're going through this, genuinely. It sounds like you've had a really hard time with all of this, and I can see where the temptation to lash out comes from. I'm sorry you've been struggling with these feelings so much - it can be a lot to deal with, I'm well familiar with that.

I'd like to try to help, so I'm going to go ahead and try - please, if you don't want the help and feel like I'm overstepping, feel free to ignore the rest of the post. I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you into anything, I just want to offer some guiding questions and a little analysis in case it would help you, because sometimes an outside perspective can really help unravel these things.

So:

I'm not going to tell you that you are otherkin - that's something only you can decide - but I can say that what you're describing very, very much aligns with what many, many nonhumans experience, so I've seen a lot of people work through these feelings. I'm not surprised that the otherkin community has become a bit of a mirror for you, even if it's one that feels threatening. As they say, after all, wanting to be nonhuman is one of the most telltale signs of being nonhuman.

I guess the core question, if you want to finally hash out your feelings on this one way or another, is: why are you so afraid of calling yourself a fox? Or at least, why are you so determined that that can't be the case? And whatever the answer to that question is: is that really, when you dig into it, a solid reason, or are you just flinching from something that feels scary but isn't a real threat?

The best guess I have, to facilitate that outside-perspective analysis, is pulling from this quote -

"being told to accept myself hurts, because it implies that there is something to accept; or a prospect of getting closer to the concept of being something else. yet i can’t FIND it. i would jump at the first glimpse of that opportunity, as i have been trying to, but i can’t understand it."

I may be wrong here - I have a very limited view of what's going on inside your head, after all, and if I'm misunderstanding you please correct me - but it sounds to me like what's stalling you out is either a) the internalized feeling that this can't be real, that these feelings aren't "enough" to make you really nonhuman, and/or b) that you're afraid that since you'll never be able to be physically nonhuman, identifying yourself that way is just going to hurt you more.

Both of those are completely reasonable fears, and ones many, many people have faced before you. Again - it's a weird thing, and for years I was dealing with the "this is crazy, this can't be real" doubt periodically.

One answer to this would be to try to walk away and ignore it. Admittedly that's an answer that doesn't work well for a lot of people, but it is an option. But it seems like you've tried that, and you keep finding yourself coming back. It sounds like you have some very strong conflicting feelings about this - and maybe like you've determined (for whatever reason) that you can't be nonhuman, even though you want to be, so your brain is (consciously or unconsciously) doing the "if I can't have it, no one can" move and lashing out at people who are embodying a thing you want but feel like you can't have.

That's a very normal instinct. It's - maybe a little ironically - the Fox & Grapes fable, right? If you want something and can't have it, it's often easiest to decide it was never really desirable (or possible) in the first place, so that the loss doesn't hurt as much. But then there are people right there who are having it, proving that it is possible and desirable and preventing you from cutting yourself off from the loss - so your brain perceives them as a threat, a source of pain, and wants to lash out.

But the pain isn't coming from the people who are living their lives, and it's not fair to lash out at them. You know that already, I can tell from the way you're talking about this at this point. Whatever the right answer is for you, whether you're nonhuman or not - if it is wrong for you, then just because it's wrong for you doesn't make it wrong for everyone.

This verges into questioning advice at this point, but if I may go that far, because I really do think that this lashing-out seems to be stemming from your own confusion and pain regarding your own wanting-to-be-an-animal feelings: I won't tell you to "accept yourself," because you've already determined that's not helpful advice for you, and that's completely fair. Instead, I'll offer a question that might be a more useful framework to look at this through: regardless of whether you are currently a fox or not, would you be happier calling yourself a fox, viewing yourself as a fox, living life influenced by and embracing foxness?

Don't knee-jerk react - pause and imagine it. Say the words out loud to yourself. Think about how you feel when people call you a fox, how it feels to look at a picture of a fox and go "that's me".

And, if the answer is that yes, it's an overall happy imagining - is that not a good enough reason to do it? It's a good enough reason for plenty of us. It's a good enough reason for me. If it's a happy imagining, I'd personally encourage you to let yourself chase that happiness. If it ends up not fitting right, you can always discard it later.

And to address that second potential fear - yes, sometimes it does hurt that we can't physically become what we long to be. It does. But, as gently as I can say this, it sounds like that's already hurting you, despite your efforts to push those feelings down. It doesn't seem to me like you're succeeding in getting away from it. It's a very natural instinct, but that doesn't mean it works, especially long-term. And, much like gender dysphoria, the answer to soothing species dysphoria is often doing things to make you feel closer to what you want to be, rather than trying to push it away and insist to yourself that you can never have it.

All of this, of course, is just my thoughts as an outside perspective - an obviously somewhat biased perspective, for that matter, given that I happen to be nonhuman myself. Ultimately, to come full circle here, I don't know your experiences as well as you do - you're the only one who can ultimately decide what to do with those experiences and what framework to parse them through. I'm not trying to push you to start identifying as otherkin here, I promise; I'm just trying to offer a way of looking at it that you might not have considered, and some compassion in the face of the agonies.

And... be gentle with yourself. You've lashed out and likely hurt people, and that was wrong of you, yes. You clearly understand that. I hope you'll think twice before doing it again in the future. But you're also hurting yourself, and as you say, you've been trying to get people to snap back at you - I don't know if you realize this, but this is a form of self-harm you've been doing. You don't need to punish yourself for the feelings you're having. Be gentle with yourself. You deserve that much.

i don’t think my words hold much value to people like you, and i don’t think you would be willing to listen or take it to heart, but it’s still worth trying. i would like you to realise that you are human in every way. you are not an animal, you are not a dragon. (you probably already know this. maybe you’re in denial. i don’t know) either way, none of you would actually be willing to give it even a second of thought because you’re insecure about yourself, and you’re insecure because you know you’re human. i assure you that you will not reach full personal contentment until you live out your life without pretending to be a mythical creature. wtv have a good day

Ooh, I haven’t gotten one of these asks in a few years.

So I ask this, and every other question I will follow up with, completely genuinely, and if you’re willing to really get into the weeds discussing it I’d love to do so (though I’ll probably reblog any follow-ups to my other blog): why do you think you know me and my experiences better than I do?

Why do you think you can armchair diagnose me with insecurity? What evidence do you actually have for that, besides the fact that I’m nonhuman? What evidence do you have that I’m not already content and fulfilled in my life?

Is it possible that identifying as nonhuman is unrelated to those things entirely, and you’re making a false assumption?

I get it. It looks crazy, when you’re completely new to the concept. It’s weird - it is! But pause and listen to us when we talk about our experiences for a moment.

For many of us, myself included, finding nonhumanity is a moment of suddenly understanding - of pieces falling into place, of my life experiences suddenly making sense. Awakening is something that made me more content and fulfilled, not less - there’s a sadness in it sometimes, yes, but so too is there the comfort of understanding yourself in a new way, of realizing, oh. I’m not just weird. There’s not something wrong with me. There are other people like me.

(If this sounds a lot like the experience of figuring out you’re queer, there’s a reason for that.)

To use myself as an example of the flaws in your hypothesis: there’s… honestly not much dissatisfaction with my life right now. I’ve got a stable job with decent income. I’d like to be able to cut back my hours a bit, but that will come in time. I’ve got enough free time as it is to do my art and play my tabletop games with friends in my off time. I’ve got family and friends around me. Sure, I miss my wings, but I’m hoping to pick up powered paragliding in the near future and hoping that’ll scratch that itch at least somewhat. I’m doing pretty well, honestly. This isn’t the case for all otherkin, but it’s not the case for all orthohumans (people who aren’t alterhuman in any way) either. What it does indicate, however, is that your hypothesis that being otherkin inherently means you’re insecure and unhappy with your life is false, or at minimum flawed - if it were true, I wouldn’t exist.

So, I ask again: why do you think you understand my own experiences better than I do? And moreover, why does it bother you so much that I am the way I am?

The name for the thing you’re doing here, intentionally or not, is concern trolling - trying to push me out of an identity by professing concern for problems that don’t exist. Why? Why are you going out of your way to tell other people they’re wrong about their own identity? Why is your reaction, when you see an identity you don’t understand, to decide it’s unhealthy, or just make-believe, or whatever, and then to make that the problem of the people who identify that way? What exactly makes you think this is inherently unhealthy?

Would it not be better to devote that energy to trying to understand us, instead of trying to change us?

You don’t have to answer these questions to me, obviously, but I do encourage you to answer them to yourself at least. Pick apart your worldview for a minute and see if it actually holds up under scrutiny - it’s good for you, and mental enrichment to boot! If you are willing to really get into the weeds of this discussion with me, again, I’d love to do that - I love having discussions like this, and it’s good for me to have my worldview challenged every so often too! Please, genuinely, pick at the flaws in my logic if you see them - if it can be pulled apart under scrutiny, it needs to be pulled apart and rebuilt. No one on the internet is obligated to let a stranger do that, obviously, but personally I enjoy it - it’s a meat pumpkin for me - so let’s talk, if you’re up for it. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve gotten a good interesting antikin to debate with.

[fen-the-magnificat]

& July-et Fest

HELLO AMPERSTANS!!!

Very excited to bring to you today our very first fandom event!! & July-et will span the month of July, split into four weeks, with three prompts per week inspired by the main couples, from which you can create fanworks to your heart's content!.

However, your fanworks do not have to be about the couple the week is dedicated to - feel free to create anything you wish, inspired by the prompts.

There is also no posting schedule/deadlines. The aim is to have fun, and not stress about your creations. Choose as many, or as few, prompts as you want. Mix and match. Fuck around. Find out.

If you have any questions, shoot me a message/ask on this account, or to reggie (@thetisming). Finally, add the tag #andjulyet to any posts so we all can enjoy them!! (Ao3-ers, I will make a collection at the start of the month)

Finally finally, have fun!!

[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[galateaunloved]

#from what i understood from the. books i read about it. is that it's more like a legal process#like instead of 'fighting' youre supposed to be able to understand and debate for or against a given rule#and be able to interpret or adapt them for the current time. and you aren't responsible for ones that arent relevant or possible for you - aquaticanthrobotic

Mostly yes and (slightly) no. Yes, halacha is a legal process. Yes, it isn't technically "fighting," it's a legal discussion. This is why I always put "fighting" in quotes in my post, and even hesitate to call it arguing. It's debate. It's discussion. There is no connotation of malice of one side for the other here, and yes you are supposed to interpret or adapt them.

How you interpret or adapt them depends on your sect. The strictness to which you adhere to this laws also depends on your sect. So while "you aren't responsible for ones that aren't relevant" (also yes, and that's something goyim inherently do not seem to get which is not everything is for everyone and its not malicious, etc, not the point of this particular comment but I could talk more about this too), that's also very sect dependant. More orthodox sects tend to consider halacha to be... well, halacha. These are rules you must follow, albeit not all of these rules come from the talmud (since, like you said, many aren't relevant anymore, unless you own an ox and have a fence between you and your goat owning neighbor) as many come from more recent sources: aka, your local rabbi, but to say "not possible" or "aren't relevant" are also specific keywords that are used when separating orthodoxy from conservative, reform, and other sects.

Relevancy and possibility are determined by those communities. For a conservative Jew, for example, they might take a stance on relevance and possibility saying that in nideh a woman having to check herself three times for spotting was because ancient Jewish women weren't on Birth Control, and therefore, did not have their hormones monitored like ours are today, so it is unnecessary to check for the end of your period if you are on birth control; whereas, an ultra orthodox Jew would disagree, even if they were on Birth Control because you are still able to spot even after your pills change. A reform Jew might say that nideh all together is an ancient institution no longer supported by a liberated society where women should be protected from being sexually touched by their husbands regardless of bodily function, and so none of the ritualistic aspects of nideh are necessary and any its not like there's a mikveh anywhere near where you live (if that is the case, which is rare in western society, they're usually just not advertised, then an Orthodox person would say that if you're going to live there then you need to build one). So like I said in a very long-winded way, that claim is relative to your community.

The concept of 'fighting god" itself comes from Yitzhack and the angel and Choni haMagel generally (in less religious or goyiche spaces). Ironically the Choni haMagel story isn't as well known expect for a fun throwaway, simplfied "hey isnt this myth so funny haha" that happens to many cultures when they encounter outsiders. But I have seen people use it when talking about the idea.

But those stories are usually significantly simplified and reiterated through an irreverent lens, which was specifically what I was referencing here and I think was also partially what you caught on to. For many Jews, this is not a unique crazy story of fighting god, but representative of a huge history and culture of, essentially, legal and spiritual (because all things are mixed in talmudic Judaism) discussion. Why did Yitzchak fight Esav's Angel? How could Choni haMagel have demanded that Hashem bring rain? Why did Avraham tell Hashem that he could not destroy Sodom and Gemmorah because of the good people there? Because disagreement isn't inherently irreverence in Judaism. The angel was just doing his job, and Yitzchak did not think it was rightous. Hashem told Choni haMagel that only because he was Choni haMagel that Hashem would listen, because he was a tzadik. Hashem promised Avraham to spare Sodom and Gemorrah if there were a thousand good people, and when he could not find those thousand, he promised it for a hundred, and then ten, and then one, all because Avraham loved Hashem and loved the people of the world, and he was there to remind Hashem of mercy and of the ability in every person to become better every second of their lives. It's because, and only because, they loved Hashem and His thought that they disagreed with Him. It is because Hashem loved them back that he listened, and encouraged his children to build courts and judges and the Sanhedren so they could continue to discuss His commandments and adapt and improve upon them until their word became "as if Hashem's."

It is because of that, when a vote happened in the Sanhedren over the oven of achnai, that even though the Sanhedren's ruling wasn't "true" according to Hashem's intentions, that Hashem told Reb Yehoshua "נצחוני בעניי" (Nitzchuni baenai). "My children have bested me," but also "my children have eternalized me." They have argued their cases well and voted using the systems of government I approve of and helped set into place, because they love me. They have discussed the status of this question because they love me. They have voted, and whether or not it was the choice I would have made, they still engaged in the holy process of lawmaking exactly as I intended and with love. And for that I love them back, for that I am proud, and for that they have made given my name honor.

So go learn something with a chavruta today and rejoice, because Hashem is proud of you.

That post about "girls loving patterns and dissection of media" that has thousands of notes only goes to prove the antisemetism on tumblr and in other fandom spaces. Dissection of media (no matter how much I disagree with your stupid ass headcanon) is a basis of fandom, and for those same people to turn "jews fight god" into something irreverant is so antisemetic.

For Jews, discussion is holy. God did not create loopholes so we can "haha gotcha!" Him. He did it for his "children to best" him. Discussion of laws and following said laws are intrinsticly linked if you believe discussion is an act of religion. If you believe that it is holy to learn, ask questions, and grow. To follow your conceptions. This is Judaism. Starlightomatic (iirc) made a post years ago about how uncomfortable they were with people who encountered Judaism through tumblr acting as if all Judaism is was "fighting god," and how it was important to note that many Jews actually enjoyed engaging in halacha. The fandomization of "judaism is the religion that fights god" and the antisemetism culturally inherent in goyiche societies turned Judaism on tumblr into the "leftist religion" of radical rejection instead of what Judaism is. "Fighting god" (which is a simplification (*cough cough* fandomization) of a much more complicated biblical story) should not be through defiance. It is joyous. Hashem gave us free will and thought, and we find the patterns and connections that He left for us among his commandments to find and build.

"My children have bested me," does not mean that we beat god derogatorily. It is Hashem, our parent, seeing how far we've come in Their ways and the pride, nachat, of seeing your children succeed.

[atikas]

In May of 2021 Maeve Boothby O’Neill was told by an NHS doctor she would “feel much better if you gave your hair a wash”. In October of 2021 she died. Multiple young women are in situations extremely similar to those that led to her death, right now.

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

I hate that the answer so often given when someone voices their loneliness is to “rely on yourself” or “be your own best friend” “start a hobby” or some other variation of loving yourself and keeping yourself busy, as if either of those are a substitute for connection and community. Yes they’re important, but they should be in addition to feeling connection in community, not as a replacement.

[kideternity]

[Image ID: Four digital ink drawings of digimon Neodevimon, Helloogarmon, Starman and Oboromon. Neodevimon is a skinny humanoid with long hair and extremely long clawed arms covered in bandages up to the forearm, tattered devil wings with a spike at the top of both, wearing a horned mask with six eyes, zipped collar, shoulder pad on the left arm, leather straps around both shoulders, with a bare upper body that is imbedded with circular embellishments across the chest to the stomach and right shoulder, and baggy pants with coffin shaped kneepads and strappy heeled boots that have two spikes at the toe. Their pose is a mid action type pose where they are looking to the side. Helloogarmon is a large canine esque bipedal monster made of fire with an open skeletal maw fill of prominent teeth- they have skeletal spikes sticking out of their back, and skeletal claws as well. They have a long tail with a tail skeleton showing through it, and bandages around both upper arms and around their lower body ending at the toes. They are in a hunched position. Starmon is a star shaped being with a gem in the middle of their top spike, and in the middle of their star shaped body is a small dark oddly shaped face opening showing two eyes. They have long strap covered arms and legs- they are wearing big gloves and boots as well, with both having straps and metal stud embellishments, as well as a star patch on each. They are wearing a tattered scarf, and are in an energetic action pose, surrounded by small star scribbles. Oboromon is an undead being wearing a conical hat with long horns coming through- their hair is short and choppy, and their face is covered in bandages. They have exposed teeth and shadowed eyes, and are wearing a tattered scarf. Their sleeves are tattered as well and different lengths- on the right side, they have an ornamental shoulder pad and samurai esque armour piece, and their right arm is a giant horse like skull with a sword coming out of the mouth. Their left arm is humanoid and covered in bandages. Their entire ribcage and spine is exposed, which ends in a large rotund mass of smoke with a warped face on it. There is more tattered fabric coming from their right shoulder, and they are covered and surrounded by arrows and pieces of paper. /End Image ID]

Go go digital monsters

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit talked about his opinion of QSMP a few days ago!

Cellbit: [QSMP] is a really cool environment. It's really cool! All the creators have this care and dedication, and [the admins] ask if everything is fine and if there's something they can do to make me happier as a member of this project. It's gratifying.

And from one creator to another: Quackity's nailing it! He's very young, but he's very mature for his age.

[silusvesuius]

g*lmar rly has to be the best skajrim character on the real like even if you don't like him he just is . literally The best one i think......... on dat note i also imagine that he and ulfr*c despite being fairydust BFFs for lyfe genuinely have the worst communication skills ever seen

[souptimewithfrogs]

So I work at a tool store, right? In the South. I'm mostly at register so I get to talk to all of the customers. Something that caught my attention recently is the confidence of folks to express violence after Trump's win. I was lucky enough to be off the days following the election but I was back to work that Friday.

I remember a customer coming up with a socket set that was missing a few pieces, and we had a bit of conversation. Theft is fairly common at my store, much like it is throughout all of retail. I mentioned this, and how it was especially common for this type of item. His response was, "Those people need the crap beat out of them." Honestly, I'm not sure if this man's casual call for violence was a result of the election or a consequence of being in the South, but it struck me as unusual. I didn't really have a response for him, so I just checked him out and he left. I've had a few other customers come up and talk about the election results, but that one stuck out to me.

I've seen so many people online pleading for their friends and their community to just survive and to keep living. I've had conversations with my friends who are afraid to ask who their parents voted for out of fear of knowing that they voted against everything they believe in. One of my friends has diabetes and she's worried that she'll be able to keep getting her medication after this.

I honestly don't know the most about this stuff, but what I can see is on one side people are pleading for their lives, and the other is calling for violence.

[no-pasaran-99]

oop. crazy how many people i have unfollowed/blocked today for the cyclical and asinine sentiment along the lines of "well leftists are you HAPPY now????"

girl we've done this 3 elections in a row. definition of insanity to still be blaming this on us especially when the numbers do not support your accusations. like we voted for the fucking war criminals and you STILL lost.