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How did X get even stupider.

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So much torah came out of the Holocaust that centers around being righteously angry at God. And torah that said the Holocaust caused god to turn away from humanity because otherwise god’d be obligated to destroy the world.

We are obligated to question God.

We are obligated to call God on God’s bullshit.

We are obligated to pursue Justice even when it looks like God has abandoned us.

Because fuck God.

The Work doesn’t end just because God’s in a divine snit.

We weren’t chosen because we’d unquestionably dickride.

We were chosen because we’d question and be unafraid to hold god accountable.

Teshuvah means we are first accountable to each other, second accountable to God, and third, God is accountable to us.

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Welp, this hits too close to home.

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“I can fix her” said the delusional computer scientist staring at the genocidal sentient super computer.

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We're back! Now that Twitter is even more dying and finding casting calls and help wanted ads can be a pain, I'm resurrecting my Helped Wanted Ads page.

Anyone can submit a casting call, classifieds ad, help wanted ad, etc. for free. I accept or reject submissions at my discretion, but unless there's something I find egregious, it'll get posted.

Please send me any casting calls/etc. you see!

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ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

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I forgot I made this sticker :D

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"Folks in Jared’s life are showing concern about their recent absence and overall behavior. What kinds of messages do they leave? Will Jared call anyone back?"

We're officially returning! This episode will be live to the public on July 31st, though monthly supporters of $5 or more can listen to it NOW!

A HUGE thank you to all of our Patreon supporters for supporting us monthly as we continue to make this art. Also a huge thank you to the amazing people at Trans Justice Funding Project for helping fund our works this season!

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Okay, I've finished The Magnus Archives (still crying about that) and I need something new to listen to. Do you guys have any suggestions? I'm completely new to audio dramas, so any and all recommendations are welcome!

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Your daily dose of cat memes

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A piece of "advice," that has worked for me... Solely pertaining to financial problems is that I have found ways to use my object permanence issues work for me here... Between a couple of savings accounts and some investments and a few jars I throw money I don't know what to do with into whatever is closest.

I'm not saying it will work for everyone, but it has helped me have cushion for emergencies.

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All I ever wanted was to be pretty, so when I met Lilac I was absolutely enamored. I knew that a relationship with a fairy was likely to be problematic, but she was just so pretty that I couldn't help myself.

Over the course of the next year we got closer and closer, she understood why I only ever shared my nickname with her, and over time we started talking about taking the next step in our relationship.

As luck would have it she was able to change her shape and appearance, so we were able to progress physically, though I only ever asked her to change size so that we were compatible. I was a little offput when I found out she was old enough to be my great grandmother, but we just clicked.

One day, after a particularly bad day and an especially bad argument I explained that I was never comfortable in my own skin. I was a 5'8" man who was about 50lbs overweight, maybe average (at best) in the face, one of my eyes was a little higher than the other, and the ear on the same side was a little lower than the other. These traits were only visible to me, but my lack of symmetry always made me self conscious.

So after the fight where I explained that since she was perfect in all ways, but especially appearance, she would never know how much it hurt to be me. She deserved someone wildly more attractive than me. She deserved someone who was also perfect.

She completely understood my feelings and tried, to no avail, to explain to me that I was also perfect in my own way. She told me she wasn't perfect. She pointed out her flaws. She pointed out the flaws that shape shifting couldn't remove. She pointed out all of her insecurities.

She wouldn't stop trying to make me feel better, which I appreciated, but it didn't work. Finally in a last ditch effort to save our relationship she told me her true name (which we don't have symbols to represent the sounds for. And also it is not my knowledge to share). When I asked her why she did that she told me that if I wanted to, we could get married and I would gain the abilities of the fae also.

I thought on this for a long... LONG time. And finally when I agreed she asked what I wanted to look like. I told her that I have always wanted to be built like her. She usually stood about 4'10" (when expanded to human size) she was petite, with a thin bone structure and angular features. Her hair always looked perfect, even though it was messy and short and stuck out at odd angles.

She told me that that was all easy enough, and reassured me, over and over, that she would still love me no matter what I looked like. So I asked her how we were to become married.

She told me that marriage is about the bonding of spirits and that in the fae world, unless one was a noble, there was no need for an officiant or paperwork or anything of the like. We simply had to exchange names and that since she had already shared hersi would simply have to say " 'Lilac,' I, 'Andrew' choose to be bond to you." And it would be done.

So I said it, and nothing happened.

So she coached me on the pronunciation of her name and we tried again, every day for a year and a day. Nothing changed.

So she asked me what name I would prefer to be known as if I looked like I wanted. This was a hard question, and I didn't want her to know the truth.

She told me it could never work as long as I intended to keep secrets, this is why they didn't need officials, the magic knew.

So I looked her in the eyes. Took her hands in mine. Kissed her deeply, and against the backdrop of the sunset I said " 'Lilac', I 'Amanda' choose to be bound to you."

There was a loud pop, and everything got really bright, then everything got really dark. I thought the sun had exploded.

I woke up days later to see Lilac standing in front of me. "What happened?" I asked.

"It worked," she said, and then kissed me, before adding "Amanda."

"WHAT?!" I shouted, jumping to my feet and running to my bathroom.

It was hard to orient myself, all of the angles were wrong, the way I usually look in the mirror had shifted. I could feel as I had run that I was much lighter on my feet, I noticed that I didn't walk as heavily as I had. She was right! I was under five feet, I was petite, my face looked symmetrical, about the only thing that hadn't changed was my eye color.

"Oh my God," I said slumping to the floor, in relief. "It worked."

"I know," she said. "But you haven't even seen the best part. Stand up and look in the mirror."

I did as she told me.

"Now flex your shoulders, but in the back... I don't know anatomy as well as I could." She giggled.

As I did as commanded brilliant purple wings unfurled themselves, and I started crying.

"I know! Isn't it wonderful?" She said excitedly.

"But... I hate purple." I moaned.

You married a fairy and experienced drastic physical changes. Enduring intense hunger, constant salivation, and even the strange sensation of your body dissolving inside a cocoon. But you hate the color of your wings. You are sorrowful and disappointed, despite your partner consoling you.

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Looking for Writeblrs

Hello, hello there! My name's Jasper Y. Grace, I'm an artist and writer, and I'm looking for more writers to connect with. If you're an active writeblr, feel free to interact with this post and tell me about your stories!

Bonus points if:

high fantasy, high tech (a la Arcane, for example)

a poetic, flowery style of writing

romance is not the main focus of the story

a story meant for an older audience

you're also an artist or have art for your stories!

Boosts are greatly appreciated. I'll also include a little bit about my work under the cut :^)

An Immortal Laid to Rest

Also know as Project : Desert, this is my current book working on. It's a novella featuring the dual POVs of Vincent Helio, an ordained archivist trying to live up to expectations, and Orias, a shapeshifter who's been trapped in the desert for over a millennium.

It's a story centered around the concept of freedom, both physical and mental, and the love we show others. If you like character-driven stories, then I hope you'll stick around :^)

You can check out some of the story's art and writing here.

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I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow

I hope it bleeds all day long

This song got me through my divorce and is my absolute favorite from them!

I am drowning//There is no sight of land//You are coming down with me//Hand in unlovable hand//I hope you die//I hope we both die

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