#HOW STUPID

[wellaweezly]

pebble high key looks like one of those gold fish with the big eyes in my art style

[marcmarquezz93]

If they gave back the position. N*rris would have had 5 laps to overtake again. But no they decided to go for the whining route.

[evignonita]

AH IS A, AH IS A, SHOULD I SAVE HER!? (I WANNA BE SAVEEEEED)

[anotherqueersnailowner]

when I was like 10 or 11 I thought I had a crush on one of my friends (surprise! it was entirely platonic, and didn't realize bc Amatonormativity) and I told my friend and she did some detective shit or whatever to try and figure out If He Liked Me Back (bc romance. yaaaaaaay.) and turns out he DID and she called me ON THE PHONE just to tell me and I Did Not Give A Shit

this whole "crush" lasted a year or two maybe (potentially on and off but idk) and then one day on the bus i was playing truth or dare with him and 2 other friends and one of them asked him "have you ever had a crush on him (while pointing at me)" and he said yes cuz them the rules ya gotta be honest and they turned to look at me, Shook, expecting me to be surprised or blush or something and was just sitting there like, "Yea i knew that already. So What?"

y'all it took me another half a decade to realize I was arospec

[edsbacktattoo]

the way i am so nervous for these episodes that i am actually locked in place and can’t do anything. i have Tasks. Jobs. cannot fathom doing any of them at the moment. i must wither on the couch instead.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Is dying fun?

How stupid are you? Of course being shot in the chest, and experiencing excruciating pain while your body is shutting down because you are bleeding internally and you are completely helpless and can't do anything about it, until your body finally gives out and your brain is dying because of the lack of oxygen due to cardiac arrest and shut down of circulation, is sooo much fun.

[its-all-down-hill]

The dumbing down of America smh

[implied-gay-sex]

I know damn well some of y’all are probably annoyed with me but idgaf

Y’all with minors dni in y’all’s bio who are interacting with me look like dumbasses ngl. I’m gonna say this one more time. I AM A MINOR!!!!

ITS SERIOUSLY NOT THAT HARD TO CHECK SOMEONES BIO BEFORE INTERACTING.

Guys, listen. I know some of you guys will say “just use the block button” but the thing is my dni list is to prevent that from happening, I feel bad whenever I block someone because I’m very emotional and I feel bad about small things.

This is it, I told you guys before that if I had to talk about this again a lot of people would be getting blocked.

This is the last straw.

[bluebellhairpin]

Wow last night was rough.

[preciouspatriots]

i had a genuine nightmare about cody rhodes as Stardust last night and i’m still not over it

[oifaaa]

I honestly do just presume everyone in the world has watched naruto I just can't comprehend a person that hasn't witnessed rock Lee take off his training weights or seen naruto sit sadly on a swing 50 times so when I see someone say they've never seen naruto I just don't believe them they have definitely watched naruto it is a universal life step

[daylighteclipsed]

ENTRY LEVEL MEANS NO EXPERIENCE. IT MEANS NO PORTFOLIO OF RELEVANT SAMPLES. ENTRY LEVEL IS ENTRY LEVEL

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[ochibrochi]

bok bok bok bok baaawk 🐔

[shrimpyjackal]

Whatcha doin`, Tenna? Reading the script for the program, huh?

[jasontoddsguns]

“Boromir apologist” he doesn’t have anything to apologize for????? He fell victim to evil ringTM like once. and then immediately redeemed himself. Guys come on.