#such DISRESPECT...

[ventruetheurge]

I don't think I ever actually posted this one here that I remember but this is what I drew from our legacy game a while back, from a funerary session

The purpose of the session was for my White Howler PC after multiple years we put into this game to finally reunite with her father who's been missing since she was four years old and get some sort of catharsis and resolution of what has been a years-long mystery ic and ooc

In this session, because it was a funerary session, she went alone, without her pack. This normally would never happen ic, but because a player left and the other player was still not in a space to participate when we proceeded with this, it was left to me and my ST to handle the scene and get a bit of closure for the both of us for the game and my character specifically.

So what happened in canon is that she lies to her pack as they become scattered due to the encroaching and ever pressing apocalypse and its consequences, and approaches the caern/pit of Gaia's Heart alone. There she meets up with a Black Spiral Dancer named Cooper Siphon, who is her current packmate's former packmate and friend from when they served the Wyrm, a warborn/crinosborn/metis man and fellow theurge. We've engaged with him before, as he has narratively frightened my pc since they met, though he could also be assumed to be a kind of ronin himself at this point.

Despite being diametrically opposed in terms of what they believe (wyrmish/gaian) and how they go about being a theurge, the two agree to enter the Caern/Pit of Gaia's Heart alone, to find out what happened there and to try and access the energy of the ley lines beneath it and its spiritual power to stop the apocalypse. Cooper wants to use the energy to try and reset the world to an earlier state and undo all of the pain and treachery the path of fate has chosen. My pc, Celeste, born Courtney, believes strongly that the world cannot and should not be unwritten or unmade, and that the only course of action is to deal with the consequences and fix the world we currently have, even if that's impossible.

As this particular story does deal with the often fandom-dreaded concept of 'The Last White Howler' plot suggested in legacy's WH tribebook (yes ok boo and throw tomatoes), this is somewhat significant because her character is largely informed by an overwhelming loneliness that will end in tragedy- a rewrite of the world could undo the fate of the White Howlers, and create a world where she was never alone, where her father never left, etc- it could offer an alternative to all of her suffering, but it has long been a theme in this game with herself and her ronin BSD-turned-WH packmate that what she and they want is not to unmake or erase the people and undo what Black Spiral Dancers are, but to meet what became of her tribe where they are at, help them seek absolution from Gaia and pull those who no longer wish to continue from the arms of their Dance, with the grim understanding that the desire to change has to come from within, and that this is not possible for every Black Spiral Dancer.

So, they part ways. Prior to this, due to past issues with her mind being controlled by a former Sept Leader, she has acquired the gift Mindblock, which rejects attempts to control one's mind or other mental assaults, which allows her to pass through the plethora of illusory obstacles very easily- not that she knows this, because she is alone.

She walks further in until she encounters a large spiritual guardian and a man, who appears to be fighting it. She quickly joins the fight, surprised as she is, and when the creature is slain, the man who appears to be her age saunters forward to greet her. Their eyes lock and the two immediately recognize that their eyes are the same, and there is a momentary beat of mutual horror before the man looks away, and asks for her name.

Their reunion is emotional and painful, and she demands to know why he left her, why he didn't tell her of her garou nature and asks where he's been these past two decades. He leads her further into the caern, and shows her his corpse. He came to this caern 20 years ago for the same purpose, and he likewise came alone. And when he encountered the guardian, it severed the head from his shoulders, and he died.

He had a friend, or perhaps an item, in that he carried the severed skull of an ancient and powerful mage with him, who specialized in time magic. By some twist of magic and fate, perhaps through Gaia's judgement for his crimes as he was a man not born Garou, but who stole enough pelts to become one, he was sent back through time, and had been using his powers to fight through multiple historical wars, had been fighting to return to his appropriate timeline and his beloved only child, and thought he perhaps could have returned and changed his fate to undo the mistake he made. But now that they were reunited, this was clearly not meant to be.

My pc held herself and wept, with the particularly sad comment that she understood now that there truly was no one who was ever going to come for her, who was ever going to save her.

The two spoke for some time, and shared thoughts of love and regret, and she shared her death prophecies with him and told him very honestly that she didn't think he would be alone in death for very long, and she would likely soon follow, while he softly asked her to keep fighting, and told her that he wished she would have a long and happy life.

At the end of their teary meeting, he asks his daughter for an embrace that he has waited for for so long. And she gives it to him, and squeezes him tightly for a few moments before his body falls to bones.

[goldensunset]

if someone is talking about how much they love their parents do not jump in and start venting about your issues with your parents. if someone is venting about their issues with their parents do not jump in and start talking about how much you love your parents. peace and love amen swag city

[mysterioussinkhole]

Hey just a general PSA from someone officially diagnosed and documented:

Now is not the time to seek out an autism diagnosis.

RFK's plans have been made very clear and any diagnosis you do get will get you put on this "national disease registry" they're proposing.

Trust me when I say I completely understand the need for accommodations and a better understanding of yourself, but if you have gone this long without being diagnosed, you will be better off waiting.

Furthermore, listen to and advocate for folks who are diagnosed, especially folks with higher support needs. They'll be the first ones targeted for whatever bullshit "experimental treatments" the government tries to push.

Stay safe and look out for your neighbor.

[arrimorr]

Good ol' captain

[funtergeist]

credit to @/thornrings for the idea

[notbecauseofvictories]

it's very frustrating that when you do something mature---something that really demonstrates how much you've grown as a human being and adult---no full orchestra immediately appears in your kitchen to play verdi's triumphal march and/or an arrangement of tina turner's "the best" at top volume.

[prlssprfctn]

Batsiblings convince Jason to get himself a cooking Tiktok account, and he gives in. To his surprise, he quickly gains millions of followers and a loyal auditory. The only problem? Jason has no idea that these people came here not necessary for recipes.

Jason: Geez, my followers had been pissing me off lately.

Dick, confused: Huh? Why?

Jason: They keep commenting ATE. Like, dude? Fucking where? I am not eating in my cooking videos. What is the fucking point?

Tim, choking: Oh my fucking God-

Jason, making an angry text post for his followers: YOU ALL. STOP COMMENTING "RAW". MY MEAT IS NOT RAW. I AM A PROPER COOK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Cassandra: Maybe it is time to tell him...

Tim, Steph, Duke, in unison: NO

Bruce, awkwardly trying to have a conversation with Jason: Hey, lad, how is your cooking blog is going?

Jason: Uh, people keep commenting cryptid messages. Like, the last time I was showing the right way to tenderise meat for chops because apparently it wasn't clear and someone requested the whole video? Anyway, I did it, and the whole comment section was writing me "in bed, on the floor, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, against the window, against the door"... Like, why would I do that, not in the kitchen?

Bruce, no less clueless: Maybe it some kind of challenge. Kids love trying new stuff in extreme places nowadays.

Jason: Huh. Maybe. Thanks.

Bruce, just proud to have a proper conversation and somehow a help: Anytime, Jaylad!

Damian, who was unblissfully educated on the slang matter by Tim (because it was his responsibility as a big brother to traumatise him), with his eye twitching: ...None of these words were in Quran

[callizinc]

[wukyma]

In the light of recent events I have a very vivid image of Poseidon or his sirens munching on WiFi wires

[amygdalae]

i think what people tend to forget is that laughing at modern art also counts as having a dialogue with it. like as long as you're respectful of the museum space and whatnot. you are under no obligation to take any of it seriously. when i go to a modern art museum I do engage with every piece and read the blurb and think deeply/discuss its intention and its execution but it doesnt stop me from having a giggle at the ones i think are stupid. often the artist is equally aware that it may be stupid. sometimes that's the point also. it's fun!

[southpauz]

DO YOU BLEED?

[wowevenmoreloveonearth]

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” is such a beautiful, profound, and real quote that you’d think it came from 1970s spirk fanfiction but it was actually written by Jane Austen

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon’s home.

Which means he’s glued to your side.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you are in a local bookstore, the shop having caught your eye while out on a stroll together, each of you going to your respective shelves to find your preferred genres.

Simon grabs the first novel he thinks sounds interesting, quickly snatching the book by its spine so that he can cross the few steps back to your side.

His eyebrows furrow when he notices how closely you’re holding a book up to your face, your own eyes squinting at the back cover.

“Havin’ trouble there, love?” He asks as he approaches.

“Can’t believe I let myself run out of contact lenses.” You reply, trying your best to decipher the blur of black ink on the pages.

“Could’ve worn your glasses.” He retorts, something he’d already suggested more than once since you ran out of your contacts and had to order new ones.

“You know I only like wearing them at home.”

“But you’re so cute in ‘em.”

“Yeah well, you’re the only one who thinks so.” You mumble under your breath, though Simon hears it of course, the crease in his brow deepening.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffs out.

“I just got teased a bit in school was all Si, typical kid stuff. Just stuck with me I guess, but it’s fine, I have my contact lenses.” You explain to him.

Simon considers your words for a moment, the gears evidently turning in his head, muscular arms crossed over his large chest.

“And do we know where these fuckin’ tossers are at now?”

“Oh my god Simon, don’t-”

“Have we got any names to work with?”

“That is not-”

“Any addresses?”

“You are not about to-”

“Pictures?”

“I was like ten years old-”

“S’alright lovie, we’ll dig up your yearbooks when we get home.” He simply says, plucking your book from your hands and heading towards the register to pay.

[classycookiexo]

[pearwaldorf]

This is some cold-ass shit. As President, Biden has to say something. But he can say it in a way that says nothing and everything.

I want to shake the hand of the staffer that wrote this because this is absolutely fucking superb.

I know we (in general but especially neuroatypicals) prefer things to be clear and straightforward. But occasionally, you can do things in full view of the world like this. And that's kind of incredible.