#this one is a weird one

[truecrimecrystals]

Davante Richardson has been missing since July 2020. The then-28-year-old man lived in Washington, D.C. at the time of his disappearance, but he vanished after reportedly traveling to Wyoming. Davante was last seen by his mother at the residence they shared on Mississippi Avenue Southeast in D.C. on July 20th, 2020. Family remembers reported him missing two days later. 

Before vanishing, Davante told others that he was going to Wyoming to "help his friend Kanye". He was referring to rapper Kanye West, who owns a ranch in Greybull, Wyoming. Davante does not personally know West; however, his final outgoing text message to a friend stated that he was "going to see his buddy Kanye."

On July 27th, 2020, Davante's vehicle was found abandoned on a dirt road in Big Horn County Wyoming, located several miles east of West's ranch. Davante's keys, two cell phones, and laptop were found inside the car. According to reports, the car was “clean and very well kept, without presenting any evidence of a sustained road trip." The vehicle was also not found to have any mechanical issues. 

Authorities interviewed West's security team at the Wyoming ranch. The security team did not report having any encounters with anyone matching Davante's description. It is not believed that Davante ever actually made it to West's ranch. 

Throughout the investigation, it was revealed that Davante "was believed to have been sighted at a gas station 150 miles south from where his vehicle was located on July 26, 2020." A witness at the gas station reportedly saw a man matching Davante's description "get into the passenger side of his Jeep while a white female got into the driver's seat." The vehicle was found abandoned the following day. 

The Big Horn County Sheriff's office has searched the area where Davante's vehicle was found with K9s, drones, and helicopters, but no clues have been found. The sheriff's office is collaborating with both the DC Metropolitan Police and the FBI in the search for Davante. Unfortunately, he still remains missing today.

If you have any information that could lead to Davante's whereabouts, please submit a tip.

[mareenavee]

June Prompt Challenge | Here Do We Toil

For @the-storytellers-seer. Thank you for the prompt <3 Beta'd by @changelingsandothernonsense & @rhiannon1199. Special shoutout to @paraparadigm and @thana-topsy for reading it and always being so encouraging.

Here Do We Toil

A researcher wakes up in an ancient temple, plagued by nightmares of boneless limbs and of drowning in ink-black seas. A god-priest with a mask of gleaming gold pulls them from the roiling waves, and their mind is changed forever. How, then, does one enthralled by Miraak's mantra reconcile with their destiny? How, then, can the Last Dragonborn recover from a betrayal they did not know was possible?

--- I have seen Lord Miraak and He has granted me His favor. He stood among the hunched forms of Seekers, their ragged robes and tentacles blowing in a breeze that smelled of rot and ancient paper. Whirlwinds of books flapped and paper scattered and all I could see after a time was the gleam of His mask as I had seen in my dreams since the drowning.

I bowed before Him under the same storms from before, the ink black sea always roiling beneath me, almost beckoning. I will never forget the cold fury, always present. Prying orbs, always gazing. I am watched, and yet I am not. In a moment, I could drown again. I could wake up below those waves, and not, in fact, in an ancient temple chamber, book in hand, at the elbow of my mercenary. But Lord Miraak prevents it even now as I write. -> Read the full story on AO3

[angelicgarnet]

the way people online talk about autism is getting really weird, like do they know that neurotypicals still have interests? that someone being passionate about a hobby doesn't mean they're autistic? you guys know that right

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[planefood]

rules for thee and not for me

[stemmmm]

one more one more

same au thing as last time

[cosmicpines]

I think a lot of people haven't actually read Flatland so you may not realize A. What Bill's eye mutation means and B. What precisely Bill did to destroy his homeworld.

Bill's home isn't completely the same as Edwin Abbott's Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions (notably, women and men can be both polygons #feminism) but we can assume most of the mechanics are the same. The basic premise is that the world is 2D. Everyone perceives the world in a 1D way, along the plane. There's a part of Journal 3 that describes this pretty well.

Bill can see up to the stars because his eye is on the flat surface instead of on the side like everyone else, like this:

(He's also slightly 3D, as we can see in the show.)

But there's one more important Flatland detail. The denizens of Flatland (and therefore likely Euclydia) do still have organs "inside" their bodies. Since there is no depth, they're just on the inner radius of their bodies. The 2007 Ehlinger movie adaptation shows that:

If Bill wanted to "give his world a new perspective" and "show everyone what they were missing," he wanted to get everyone to look upward.

Meaning he probably tilted the entire world.

Meaning everyone not only slid off of the plane, but all of their organs spilled out and everyone died.

...Hence "so much blood."

(The only issue with this is that it doesn't account for the number of times Euclydia is referred to have been burned ("saw his own dimension burn / misses home and can't return", he only has ashes leftover), but I'm sure the act of turning an entire dimension upwards expends a lot of energy.)

[whoareyoueventhough]

last night I had a dream that I met Bill and Ted, and I complimented Bills crop top and said something about how I would wear crop tops if my body was less bogus and he put a hand on my shoulder and said “what’s truly bogus is the way you think about yourself” and Ted nodded solemnly and then I woke up

[lokh]

communication is key 💪

[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

this does not apply if you wear exclusively leggings. Those things tear all the time you need like a million on standby

[bread--quest]

visitor at our museum made a comment today that made me question a lot of things so i'm making a poll about it

the scenario: it is a beautiful day outside and by beautiful i of course mean "cloudy with a chance of rain". sky is gray. smells rainy. possibly already drizzling. you don't really know How rainy it's going to get, but there will definitely be Sky Water happening for a good portion of the day.

also feel free to mention where you're from, if you think it's relevant or just want to give a shout out to your location

[therealraewest]

Laios cuts the tags outta his clothes like an autistic king confirmed

[fandomsandfeminism]

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)

[contradictorypenguin]

I had a dream last night that I was trying to translate something into Italian and I discovered that Google Translate had added several languages that weren't,,, actually languages?

Like they had one called 'Neurotypical' that took cryptic double-meanings and made them straight-forward, and they had one called 'Corporate' that translated bureaucratic bullshit into plain words, but the one that I remember most clearly was called 'Passive-Aggressive Asshole,' and it looked like this -

In the dream I also put in "You're so welcome" and it translated it to "You'd better be grateful, you fuck."