#<you're safe>

[problemnyatic]

"I think this Category of human being is disposable" okay that not only sucks and is fascist but also makes getting you to deem someone to be disposable a simple matter of convincing you they're in The Category regardless of the truth. Also The Category is often misapplied to a vulnerable minority because it makes people like you agree they're disposable.

"Anyone who disagrees with me about The Category of people being disposable is a Category apologist or probably also in The Category themselves" Oh so you're just totally unconcerned with truth or justice or ethics or human rights and just are feeding your bloodlust for the sake of revenge fantasies. got it 👍

[d2sejanus--plinth]

@snowalwayslandsontop sent [ATTACK] Sender calms receiver down from a panic attack +reverse

Interning at the hospital was tough. It occupied most of his time, and he had expected it all to be grueling like this, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed, a little swamped, couldn’t help but feel that he won’t succeed. It was one of those days, when he was feeling a bit under the weather, off-kilter as he stepped into the hallway after having found refuge in one of the closets to cry a bit — he’d attended a birth in Obstetrics that went wrong, that left only the mother alive, now in mourning. Coriolanus was even busier than he was, and yet, now and again, he would drop by at the hospital so they could have lunch, and seeing his face now, as he was approaching him in a bee line, almost had him break into a run, exhausted, tearful, agitated as he was, needing his embrace. When they hugged, Sejanus lingered, digging his chin into the dip of his shoulder, “Someone.. someone lost their baby,” it was a murmur, and he did feel Coriolanus stiffen some, but he quickly recovered. They had lunch. They went home.

Sometime in the evening, as he was sitting at his desk and Coriolanus in bed, he heard a booming, loud noise outside. Then more, and more, and more. His heart beat fiercely in his chest, the boisterous noise bringing him back to when he was a little boy, back to the war, but when he looked out the window he saw sparkles of color — fireworks. It was distasteful and tactless, for most of the people living in the Capitol were alive during the war, but he knew that some people now used the fireworks for their children’s birthdays. He blew out a sigh, his chest feeling tight, then purposefully looked at Coriolanus, sitting straight in bed, his spine against the headboard. He could pick up the way his breath harshened, becoming louder and louder into the room, his chest heaving, “Coryo? Love?” he knew what was happening in an instant, and even as his own bubbling, erupting feelings tore at his chest, his training kicked in, and he bolted to the bed, picking up Coriolanus’ trembling body with ease, stepping quickly into their walk in closet, the sound from the fireworks becoming muffled behind the closed door. 

He laid Coriolanus down gently, leaning in to press his forehead against his, his hands caressing down his arms with intent, “Hey, hey. You’re with me,” he berated himself in his head, he should have pushed to talk maybe, after he’d felt Coriolanus stiffen in his arms at what he’d told him at the hospital, now it seems there was a cocktail of things that rendered him like this, “Breathe. Breathe in deep. You’re okay,” his hand settled on his chest, hopefully a grounding touch, and it cut at him, at his heart, to see Coriolanus like this, beads of perspiration on his forehead, “You’re not in danger.” The fireworks were getting quieter and quieter, almost impossible to hear now, the rushing blood in his ears helped with that, too, he was agitated himself, but he never let any of that show, not now, cupping Coriolanus’ face with gentleness but not delicately, so he could feel it over his tempestuous emotions, over possible numbness; he looked into his eyes, they looked fearful, “Look at me. You’re safe. Tell me what you need,”

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Just a reminder to my European followers that the European Parliament elections are coming up and they are very important! The far-right parties are projected to win a lot of seats and many of the left/environmentalist parties are expected to do poorly.

This could have serious implications for major issues like climate action in the EU. It is very important that young people turn out to vote, EU elections typically have relatively low turnout but the composition of the EU Parliament does impact the lives of people in the European Union in a lot of ways.

[savagegood]

"No matter what we do, we can't change the way people see us." "You changed the way you see me... didn't you?"

found family and some of the allegory in NIMONA (2023)

[lucidloving]

Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits // Anne Carson, Red Doc> // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // 肉包不吃肉, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun // Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (trans. Carol Brown Janeway) // Heart Like Yours— Willamette Stone

[nipuni]

Silence in the library

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on february 1st!

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

[thirstywaffles]

Cloud projecting his period cramps to beat sephiroth in a fight

[triflesandparsnips]

Just saw someone ask for someone's irl age in their bio for "safety" or some shit and--

Friends, I'm telling you: this is the internet. There should be no expectation of access to your personal information.

Say nothing! Or if that doesn't work for you, fucking lie. Use a pseud! Say you live in a snail's shell off the coast of New Brunswick! Answer every info-gathering question asked of you with a different, less comprehensible answer! Tell anyone who says you've got to put your real age in your bio that you're 85, ta ever so, and they're very rude to bother you with this!

But your first step to internet safety is to say nothing.

Make it harder for bad actors to find you, manipulate you, or steal all your shit.

The good actors won't fucking ask.

[mienar]

good morning bakery 🍞🥖

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[heartstringgs]

To those creators who are making aftg social media posts - I'm kissing you on the lips

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

I'm literally in love with the idea that only batfam members (and maybe some close friends) can understand Batman's humour. So while other people give him a bombastic side eye, thinking he is batshit (pun intended) crazy, they are laughing their asses off, because it is funny.

Bonus points if they start using this type of humour with their teams, and when nobody laughs they are like: oh, fuck you, my family would think that's hilarious.

[edonee]

Why do so many trans-identified people call themselves communists? Don't they see how extremely capitalistic the ideology they base their entire life upon is? Come on, really?? 😭😭 You think that your "true self" can be bought through cosmetic surgery and hormone injections and you still call yourself a marxist how are you not embarassed...

[rhlpixels]

She welcomes you to her forest with open arms (っ´▽｀)っ

[dailymanners]

Why are so many of you so comfortable with attacking complete strangers on the internet

If you wouldn't approach a random stranger on the street and say those kinds of things to them, but you feel completely comfortable saying those kinds of things to a perfect stranger on the internet (behind the safety of a screen free of consequences for your words), maybe you need to take a good long look in the mirror and revaluate your life.

[everysongineverykey]

good omens the book, 1990: see, queen is so ubiquitous in london these days that if you leave a tape in a car for too long, it'll inevitably morph into a best of queen tape. which is why their megahits are playing in crowley's bentley all the time! isn't that a funny and topical joke?

good omens the show, 2019-2023: yeah crowley's car has a hands-free call system and also only plays cassette tapes. yeah it's whatever don't think about it. what's an incredibly earnest and passionate queen love song we can play during this scene where crowley tries urgently to reach aziraphale