#using form

[tariah23]

Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

i do think there is a degree to which certain kinds of Instagram activists have convinced themselves that traumatising themselves in solidarity is a useful form of activism. "I'm having nightmares and crying so much I want to be sick because of all these videos of dying children but I can't look away while people are getting hurt" I mean don't you think you'd be able to help more if you weren't having nightmares and crying all the time?? don't you think this is a one-way trip to burnout? don't you think maybe increasing the amount of trauma going around is counterproductive? I dunno bro there's something to be said for bearing witness but there comes a point where you gotta look hard at yourself and go "am I helping, or am I just making myself suffer so I don't feel guilty for not suffering while somebody else is experiencing bad shit"

[sniperct]

"I live in a red state my vote doesn't ma-"

If your vote didn't matter they wouldn't try so hard to make it harder to vote in red states. Voting in red states can turn them into swing states like Georgia, Ohio, and Arizona. And voting in blue states can keep them from becoming swing states.

California used to be Red. Texas was Blue long ago. Florida was once a swing state. Obama took Indiana but it's gone redder since. Ten years ago Arizona and Georgia going blue was unthinkable.

Things change and we can make them change.

And that's before getting into more local elections. Turning cities blue, the state legislature.

Red states have flipped blue in recent years at those levels too.

Because people vote, and if we vote in high enough numbers we can turn a tight election into a walk in the park. If we vote in high enough numbers, we can turn a loss into a win. So many good things have happened in states where someone won by like 100 votes. (arizona is one)

[batgovernor]

Using form: William Trowbridge, 'Song of the Black Hole'

radially extracted by NASA You can almost see Vincent Price, black-robed, hunched above the console of a jumbo organ in the bowels of his creaky haunted manse; or maybe a stadium of damned souls, strobed in lurid red and howling nettle-robed as they plummet into Pandemonium, pore and pith aflame. It’s no troubadour, undoubtedly, this vast atonal gob. As with the Roach Motel, we’d check in, but…

[ciderjacks]

contracts written in blood

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[vulpinesaint]

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...

[daeyumi]

Autumn makes me think of you 🥀

[mxmarsbars]

the girls, the gays, and impulsesv :D

(or pics pack. or the heartbreakers. or gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, girldad.)

[junodoom]

swordtember day 8: sun

[bet-on-me-13]

The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."

[mischievous-thunder]

It's a special skill set, Logan. Wade wants you to make good use of it over and over again!

[blueskittlesart]

i hope everyone in nintendo’s management department dies and goes to hell no matter what and i’m not kidding

[moldspace]

the moon holding a star

[atompalace-official]

Sylveon x Shaymin Pokéfusion 🎀🍀🩵✨

[batgovernor]

Weekend read: Maryann Corbett, 'A Valediction: of Maintenance Work'

Time was, we spent our muscle and our nous propping an aging house against the pummeling of its hundred years. Clean paint, neat gardens, upkeep rarely in arrears, sober as Donne. Yet now each year afresh burdens us with new failings of the flesh: Legs that once mounted ladders without qualm tremble. Nor are we calm confronting pipework; torsos will not shrink, backs bend, or shoulders fold to…