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If nothing else, as a historian every time I get scared at the state of the world I have to remind myself that "uninteresting times" is a myth.
The world has always been in the throes of chaos and violence and fear, just in different ways and to different degrees. The anxieties of the past are no less real than our own, and we can learn from them. Normality and peace are fleeting, but we can always strive to increase those moments. We have to keep hoping and working for a better future. It's all we have. We may not succeed, but if we don't try, what are we living for?
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He's been accused of sexually assaulting two different women he was in past relationships with.
As a writer who knows a lot of people in the British SFF scene I really want to push back on the "everyone knew about Neil Gaiman" narrative. I don't know anyone who knew. I don't know anyone who isn't shocked. Yes, we now know there were people who did know, people who created whisper networks, but by their very nature whisper networks can only reach a minority of people. (Which incidentally, isn't a condemnation of whisper networks at all. If you've heard a rumour you have no way of verifying, or even if you know a victim who quite rationally does not want to be outed, what else can you do but warn people privately when you can?) Obviously the victims didn't know until it was too late, so why would anyone else? Gaiman had such a celebrity status that he was "above" basically everyone in the field. He was the famous, powerful person generously dipping into their lives. I'd never met him, but even people I knew who considered him a friend were mostly seeing him on occasions where of course he'd have his charming, gregarious persona in play. There seems to be this impulse, perhaps fuelled by Gaiman's silence, to attack everyone who's not him (and especially women and NB acquaintances, it's not lost on me.) Yesterday a casual friend of his with a minor platform felt she had to apologise, humbly, for not having made a public statement before! She'd done absolutely nothing wrong and had been made to feel ashamed of something he'd done. Yes, there are conversations we can have about power structures and privilege and press organs that told a survivor her experience "wasn't enough." But ultimately Neil Gaiman did this. He made those choices. He owes accountability.
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Opening the gif and zooming in gives is a lil je ne ses quoi
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Feel free to stop here and rest before journeying to the posts below.
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Title: Where The Flowers Bloom and The Song Birds Sing
Author: Little_Annie Artist: doomcheese Beta: thefreakandthehair & Arbeds Ghost Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, The Party Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham Warnings: Past Child Abuse Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Teacher!Steve Harrington, Gardener!Steve Harrington, Gardener!Eddie Munson, Mutual Pining, Love At First Sight, Idiots In Love, Romantic Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Texting, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham,Fluff, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Bisexual Chrissy Cunningham, Bonfires, Sleepovers, Platonic Stobin, Robin Buckley is a Menace Wordcount: 27,623 Summary:
After purchasing a home with his best friend and deciding to spend his spare hours renovating and landscaping the property, Steve meets a rather striking metalhead at the local greenhouse. Weeks pass and eventually between coffee breaks, bonfires, and days spent in the dirt and burning in the sun, together the pair restore the love and life that once lived in the old home.
Where The Flowers Bloom and The Song Birds Sing by Little_Annie
art masterpost by doomcheese
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Just like I said. Illegal adoption.
https://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/immigrant-mom-loses-effort-regain-son-us-parents/story?id=16803067
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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.
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Just a reminder about fatphotoref.com—it exists!! I'll be updating with new photos next week and hopefully more regularly after that. Request access by going to bit.ly/fpraccess 💙🧜♀️ happy mer may!
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Franz von Stuck
Die Vision des heiligen Hubertus
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Bought my uncle a burger and milkshake in exchange for letting me disrupt the holiest day of the week, NFL Sunday Football, so I could install a Pi-hole and free the household of ads...the thing abt the specific boomers I live with is they told me not to trust people on the Internet but they do not understand the algorithm or online advertising and think that Facebook has their best interests at heart. And every time I have tried to explain to them that no, blorbo from my dashboard is not selling my kidneys on the dark web but Google from your capitalism is definitely selling your web searches to every advertising company on the planet, they think I am paranoid. How could their personal friend Mark Zuckerberg want anything bad to happen to them etc. I am fighting battles I did not know existed!!!
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