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[hydor-soa]

I could have been such a heart throb if I was a normal celebrity

[hermesseus]

[[ VENGEANCE SAGA SPOILERS ]]

I definitely believe it was Ares who aided Odysseus in Six Hundred Strike because Jorge has said that Ares has a power similar to Athena's quick thought that comes with heightened anger and adrenaline and Odysseus definitely sounds more rageful in the song.

Also I don't think Athena would have suggested torturing a god with his own weapon/symbol, even if Poseidon is her rival.

(I have not read the Odyssey so if the answer is known, yk, I didn't know that)

-- Fin 🍾

[hermes-helpol]

Sitting outside during a storm, watching, listening; enjoying the rain and the lightning and the thunder and thinking of Lord Zeus.

Thinking about his stories; what I know and how much I know I'm oblivious to. Wondering what I can learn from him. Reminding myself to research him later.

Thanking him for the storm. For every drop, every flash; every rumble.

Thunderstorms are something we have always adored both collectively with my system and together with our family/mother. But this one was truly magical because I got to experience it with Lord Zeus in mind.

I love religion 💜.

[definitelynotaweirdo]

[hydor-soa]

@daggo-dead-dove

Make sure you say "I wonder what they're doing right now..." about your comic relief friends every now and then so the episode can cut to their B plot

[hydor-coining]

Noticing a lot of old big blogs we used to follow that are now archived or moved. Hypnosiacon, crying-roses, kenochoric... did something happen? Is kenochoric still here and where do we find him?

[ursiday]

You're an angel, I'm a dog

[senipsenipsenip]

Eventually, the scrapbook ended. The sun had fallen beneath the horizon hours ago, and some nagging part of Stan's brain was telling him kids shouldn't be up this late. Unless they're breaking into a mini golf course. He jerked his head back, furrowing his brow. That was...oddly specific.

"Grunkle Stan?" a little voice - Mabel - questioned. He looked down at his knee to see where his great-niece was sitting, eyeing him with no small degree of concern. "Are you okay?"

He ruffled her hair. "'Course, Pumpkin. Just trying to shake some of those memories back in the right place, huh?" He gave an exaggerated shake of his head, smacking the side like he was trying to get water out his ears. "Got a straggler! Hup! There we go," he grinned, lowering his hand. "Good as new!"

Whatever he said must have been the right thing, because Mabel's eyes had lit up like he'd told her he was turning the Mystery Shack into a cotton candy emporium and Dipper had a sudden death grip on his other leg.

"Geez kid, you're clawing through my pants here," he grumbled, making no move to take away his nephew's hand. "Haven't you chewed your nails off by now? How're they so sharp?"

"You called me Pumpkin," Mabel whispered.

"You remembered I chew my nails," Dipper said in awe. Then he frowned. "Hey, how come Mabel gets a nice one and I get a gross one."

Stan shrugged. "'Cause she's nice, and you're gross."

"Ha! Zoom!" Mabel pumped a fist in the air before collapsing back into Stan's lap in a fit of giggles. Dipper rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he settled back against Stan's other side. Ford stayed perched on the arm of the chair, smiling fondly, but eyebrows still drawn together.

"What's the matter, Sixer?" Stan frowned as Ford grimaced at the nickname. "What?"

Ford waved off Stan's concern. "It's nothing. It's..." Ford sighed. "I'm sorry. It's not nothing. I just don't want to..." He pursed his lips.

"Don't leave us hanging." There was a shake in Stan's voice, and Mabel shifted closer to her Grunkle.

"I'm glad this has been helpful to you," Ford muttered. "But...you don't remember everything. Not really."

"Whaddya mean?" Stan asked. "I remember you, the kids, Soos. The freeloading jerk who steals my sandwiches." Stan glared at Waddles who simply oinked and started trying to eat his shoelace. Whatever. Free pass for jump starting his memories. He better not get used to it.

Dipper sat up. "Yeah, what do you mean, Great Uncle Ford?"

Ford frowned. "I just... Hm." He seemed to be weighing something in his mind before turning to Stan with some resolve.

"Stanley," he began slowly. "I hope you appreciate what I'm about to do for you."

"That's not terrifyingly ominous," Stan muttered, glancing around at the available exits.

"Do you remember my - " Ford cleared his throat. "My first kiss?"

Stan froze. "What?"

"My first kiss, do you remember it?"

"I was there?"

"Yes. Unfortunately a lot of people were."

Mabel squealed beside Stan. "Ooo! Romance memories! How old were you? Was it high school? Was it a high school romance? Was it star-crossed love between the nerd and the cheerleader?"

"Mabel, I think Grunkle Stan is supposed to figure that stuff out."

Mabel sat up and stared at Stan expectantly. "Come on Grunkle Stan! I need details!"

Stan shook his head, nose wrinkling like he'd smelled something rotting. "How should I know? Who asks their brother that sort of thing?"

"Precisely." Ford spoke with the same air of professionalism he adopted when explaining his theories, despite the alarming shade of red his face was becoming. "So far it seems that your memories are returning based on external stimuli, whether that be Mabel's scrapbook or our own prompting."

"So, wait, you're saying I won't get all my memories back?"

"No! No that's not what I'm saying," Ford held up his hands. "What I'm saying is we can't expect them all to come back at once. And at the risk of turning the Shack into the set of the Johnny Carson show, we'll keep asking you questions."

Stan frowned. "What if I don't wanna remember my brother smooching some babe?"

Ford turned redder. "You do."

"I do? Geez, I was a perv."

"In the meantime," Ford pressed. "It's important to take note of any stimulus you experience that makes you remember something. Even if it doesn't paint the whole picture for you, we can fill in the blanks. Or prompt you to remember more details."

Dipper grinned. "And then we get to learn more about the secrets you've been hiding, old man."

Stan lifted his hand to give Dipper a well-earned noogie, but paused before he could make contact. "Old man...did you...did you tell me to shut up one time and then punched me?"

Dipper balked. "What? No I - "

"YEAH no WAY that'd be CRAZY!" Mabel interjected a bit too loudly. "Anyway let's get back to that kissing story, huh?"

"Actually Mabel, I don't know if I want to hear about Great Uncle Ford kissing anybody either."

"Oh come on, Dipper. Are you jealous that The Author got someone to kiss him and you didn't?"

"What? No!"

"Some girls like nerds."

"Mabel I don't want to think about anybody in this room kissing anybody."

"You could learn from him Dipper! Figure out how to wield your nerdish charms. Soon you'll be like a kissing machine!"

"MABEL -"

The twins were silenced by a sudden gasp from Stan. His eyes were wide and unfocused, his jaw hanging open as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.

"Holy - " he choked out softly.

"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper sat up fully. "Are you okay?"

Stan didn't acknowledge him, eyes darting around minutely.

"Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked softly. "Did you remember something?" Moisture had begun to gather in the corners of Stan's eyes, one of his hands covering his mouth as he began to shake.

"Great Uncle Ford?" Dipper turned to Ford, worry stitching his brows together. But Ford didn't look worried. If anything, he looked like he wanted to disappear through the floor. His face was an alarming shade of red, nearly identical to his sweater. Stan let out another choked sound.

"Are you..." Mabel trailed off. "Grunkle Stan are you laughing?" He was quaking now, his hand falling from his mouth to reveal a wide, open-mouthed smile. He began slapping the arm rest with his free hand, eyes squeezed shut and tears rolling down his cheeks. Dipper and Mabel shared a look. Sure, they'd seen Stan laugh before, but it was usually a loud guffawing thing. They'd never seen him like this. They shared a tentative smile. Either this was the hardest they'd seen him laugh, or he had really snapped.

Ford seemed to pick up on their worry. "He's fine," Ford offered. "He's just...remembering my first kiss." At Ford's words, Stan let out a loud cackle, burying his face in his hands.

Mabel cocked her head. "But what's so funny about -"

"You children must be exhausted," Ford blurted out, standing abruptly. "Come now, go wash up then head to bed!"

"Oh no you don't!" Stan shouted. He wiped tears from his eyes, still smiling. "You're not getting out of this one, pal!"

"Stanley, this conversation is hardly appropriate for children -"

"You brought it up!"

"And now I'm putting a stop to it."

Stan grabbed his head. "Ooooo ow," he gave an exaggerated groan. "My poor head. The mean man won't let me share my memories so they're all going away!"

"Stanley, please don't joke about that."

"I'm fading away - "

"Stanley."

Stan crossed his arms. "You know, you really know how to take the fun out of amnesia."

"Yeah! Come on Grunkle Ford," Mabel pouted. "You can't just leave us hanging!"

"Yeah!" Dipper joined in. "If it's a funny story I want to hear it."

Ford spluttered, pulling at the sleeves of his sweater and looking around for an exit.

"Come on, Sixer," Stan chimed in. His eyes had gone soft around the edges. "I think the kids deserve a funny story."

After today went unspoken. Ford met Stanley's gaze, already feeling his resolve melting before he even turned to his grand-niece and nephew's inquisitive smiles.

"Alright," Ford conceded. "But to maintain the integrity of the exercise, Stanley will be the one to tell it. Whatever he doesn't remember, I can fill in."

Stan rubbed his hands together. "Oh boy, this'll be good."

"I regret this already."

"It's alright Great Uncle Ford," Dipper patted his shoulder. "We have a whole summer's worth of stuff we get to make fun of Grunkle Stan for. This just gives us stuff to use against you now. Levels the playing field."

Ford frowned. "Is that meant to be comforting?"

Dipper shrugged.

"Alright you two, enough yapping." Stan grinned, leaning forward in his seat and spreading his hands out in front of him. It was the same way he started his campfire tales. Mabel and Dipper met each other's eyes and smiled.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Kiss-Bot..."

[hydor-soa]

Normalise these types of resources being used by everyone who can benefit from them, not just those they were initially intended for.

Let genderfluid folks and kinshifters use PluralKit. Hell, my nieta (in-sys) has four proxies for genderfluid reasons. Star they/them, Star/Morty they/he, Star/Morticia they/she and Morty/Star he/they, all with not only different display names, but different avatars as well to properly reflect how they're feeling and show that. And someone else, Decay, has a hypnosiskin proxy, with different name, pronouns and avatar. But they should be able to use that regardless of whether or not they're headmates in a system. Just because they are, there's never any problem with them using PluralKit this way, but before syscovery our old host refrained from using PluralKit for kinshifts and copinglinks even though that would have helped him a lot. Instead he switched base accounts which actually confused people. And you know what, let people use PluralKit and Tupperbox for roleplay. It's not like there's a limited amount of members the bot can have, the developers can and will make more.

Use PluralKit to keep track of information without talking, too. We have 'members' for a copyable text wall of characters and symbols we don't have easy access to away from our mobile, two with a height conversion table from centimetres to feet and inches since such a large percentage of the folks we interact with online use US measurements. We have one to list all of the Picrews we use. We have one with the template for our descriptions, and one with a list of random symbols in what PluralKit considers to be alphabetical order, for group sorting purposes. And in the past we've had ones with lists of our Tumblr blogs, our carrds, our pronouns.pages, our Spotify playlists. This is all fine, because we're a system and we use PluralKit as intended. But let non-systems use PluralKit this way too.

Let people use Simply Plural for non-system related reasons for everything OP said and more. Again, we also use Simply Plural to communicate our boundaries and symptoms, but non-systems should be able to too. Right now ours communicates that I am verbal, we are sick, numb and going through it and to neither flirt nor touch. It would be great to see singlets take advantage of what the app is capable of offering too.

Use pronouns page to list things other than intended. List symptoms, disorders, services you offer, etc. Use it to make a DNI/BYF, get creative.

These things are harmless and I would love to see people be creative in this way more often. Take something old and make it new, make it fit you and what you need. This is how new things are invented. And then, maybe people will see these things being used this way and make something to let you use it the way you've been using it. An app that is meant for telling your friends your symptoms when they come up, a Discord bot that is meant for pulling up pre-saved information with a simple command like info!c "Picrews".

These are not stealing resources. This is not a cisgender cosplayer getting a free binder from a place that issues free binders to young transgender folks who can't procure a paid one themselves. That is an actually limited resource, and that is actually stealing it from the people who need it. This is just a cisgender cosplayer buying a binder, which is fine. Using online resources in unintended ways is not stealing.

Use resources for yourself, you don't need to have been in mind when the resource was made.

– Rick Sánchez-Apache C-137 🧪

yk what?

normalize non systems using simply plural. its a great app! people with physical/mental illnesses can use it to track their symptoms, you can use it to track sleep, genderfluid people can track if they feel femme/masc/nb, you can ADD FRIENDS and they can SEE this stuff and even get notifications about it

people who make ocs can keep track of their ocs, you can literally do all kinds of stuff

but the most important thing is that it will destigmatize the app

now if someone glances over your shoulder and sees simply plural on ur homescreen they cant just assume ur a system. now people who are scared to download the app because of stuff like that can. it will be so cool

–zach

[shepscapades]

20. Shark Week — Everything Everything

[hydor-soa]

Watching the Minion movie, it says they all have one goal together to serve the most despicable boss they could find.

@daggo-dead-dove --- Where were the minions in the 1940's?

[hermesseus]

[hydor-soa]

Every time you reblog This a TERF has an Amazing day because of an amazing person and when the TERF finds out that amazing person is trans they rethink their values on trans people because they've already decided that person was awesome.

Everytime you reblog this a terf has a bad day

[krazieka2]

Fe3h did not have a beauty pageant sequence, but if it did I'm 99% sure this is how it would go

[andthatsp1]

Lestappen wheel to wheel action, but it’s 2011 and they’re in go-karts.

Featuring: a Max & Charles front row, a double-overtake on Esteban Ocon, and Charles being a track terror. Max is 214 with the white helmet and Charles is 267 with the orange one.

[macden]