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Look Outside Posting Part 6

The health and safety of the public, those afflicted and the unaffected alike, depend upon difficult decisions in handling unresponsive and dangerous Cursed individuals as we work towards reestablishing more infrastructure over the coming years. It's important to remember that all those who were Cursed are fundamentally still human,* and we have evidence to suggest that even the most hostile and bestial of them may show improvement over the long term. Their dignity and best interests need to be taken into consideration, if at all possible without putting others at risk.

*During the time shortly after the Cataclysm, the term "human" was most often used to indicate a person regardless of physiology, and was sometimes deliberately applied to Cursed who are today considered nonhuman in order to emphasize their personhood. This was due to the lack of need for a distinction between "human" and "person" in casual conversation pre-Cataclysm. Additionally, almost all Cursed at the time were formerly human.

In the interest of spreading awareness of best practices to those who may unexpectedly encounter strange Cursed individuals without the possibility of bringing in a professional, we offer here a brief guide to assessing their immediate threat level and needs in an emergency situation.**

**This focus on the wellbeing of the Cursed was not the norm everywhere. 4 years post-Cataclysm, a Cursed approaching one of the common human settlements of the time, where all Cursed had been cleared out by armed bands, could expect no such kindness. This document comes from the territory of the god Layth, whose protection meant its subjects had the resources (and the necessary acceptance of Cursed as community members) to attempt to rehabilitate the deranged. Cursed are highly unpredictable and can be extremely dangerous in ways you never anticipated. Unless the Cursed is an imminent threat or likely to become one before help can arrive, or is clearly in immediate need of assistance, your best option is always to leave the area and report its location as soon as possible so it can be handled by professionals. If this is not an option, first, start by checking your surroundings. Does the ground seem unstable at all? Are there any holes or dark places where something could get close to you without you noticing? Does the air have any strange odors or particles? Are you experiencing any unusual thoughts or shifts in mood? If so, it could be dangerous to approach. Next, observe the Cursed itself. Is it alone? Can you see its entire body, or is part of it extending outside your view or covered up? Does it have any obvious dangerous parts, like sharp claws or teeth, stingers, or spines? Does it visibly exude any substances, and does it appear that it might be able to attack from a distance? Are there signs nearby, like blood or body parts, that the Cursed is predatory? Pay attention to its movement in particular. Does it move suddenly or more quickly than you could get away? Does it seem to move erratically, as if it might have more than one brain directing its body? Is it doing something that doesn't have a clear purpose like aimlessly wandering, or is it behaving animalistically? (Remember that none of these are necessarily indicators that a Cursed is insane or a danger to others. However, they can help you decide whether it's worth the risk to approach and predict possible avenues of attack if you do.) The next step is to attempt contact. From what you determine to be a safe distance, signal to the Cursed, using whatever method best fits the environment, distance between you, and your observations. The objective is to determine the degree of responsiveness and communication you can expect if you choose to initiate further contact.

Some "universal" signs have been coined that can be used in a variety of formats, like the "tap-tap-turn" and "SOS". Using any of these that you know is worth a shot; however, none of these has become accepted or known everywhere, so don't take a lack of response to these as a sure sign that the Cursed is noncommunicative. Some Cursed become isolated for long periods of time as well, and will almost certainly not be familiar with any signal coined post-Cataclysm.

A matching response to one of your signs, or any sort of clear verbal or visual communication, are signs that the Cursed is responsive and communicative. However, you should still remain cautious and attempt to guide the Cursed to a more stable location to be checked by a professional, if possible; although rare, some Cursed that are lucid and outwardly amiable may be concealing malicious intentions. If at any point, the Cursed signals or tells you to stay away, or that it is a danger to you, heed it.

It is best to check multiple avenues of communication before declaring a Cursed to be noncommunicative, as they may lack the senses to notice or understand you at first, or the ability to respond in kind. Try verbal speech, signing, and (if safe to do so) offering a writing tablet, at minimum.

Be polite and nonthreatening, and continue to observe for signs of distress, instability, or aggression as you converse. Beware if the Cursed attempts to physically touch you or lead you to another location.

If a Cursed is noncommunicative, it is best to assume that it might try to harm you if you get too close. Some Cursed can speak, but will scarcely, or not at all, respond to queries; these are effectively noncommunicative as well, but what they say can provide clues to what they want and how you might be able to pacify them.

An unresponsive Cursed, one that mostly ignores you entirely, is more likely to be safe to leave alone. Try not to push too far to get a response out of it; if you have to try hard to get one, it's likely to be in the form of forcing you to stop it. Check whether the Cursed is sessile (rooted in place, or otherwise immobile) and report its location as soon as you can.

Openly aggressive Cursed are much less common now than they were in the immediate aftermath of the Cataclysm, but there is always a possibility that you will be attacked, and the best case scenario there is fending off a large, dangerous predator. If you're not so fortunate, you could be infected or merged with the Cursed, severely injured or killed in a way that you cannot defend against, or even affected by a rare reality-warping power. Strange Cursed individuals are dangerous. Be careful.

If a loved one has been Cursed, you are likely worried for their mental state. If this is due to a recent infection, you can help by supporting them and keeping them calm for the duration of their change, helping to prevent rapid shifts that tend to cause a loss of mental stability and provoke a runaway loop of sanity decline. The common wisdom to keep a transforming person away from touching anyone or any object to prevent merging holds true to some extent, if someone is undergoing rapid change, but it is much less of a concern now that witnessing the Visitor directly is not a possible avenue, and does not apply for weeks- or months- long changes unless the victim is holding an object for a majority of that period.

If a victim does not lose their mind on transformation, they are more at risk for certain mental health problems moving forward and will likely experience some personality changes, but they will not lose their mind after the process has completely run its course. If they become unable to safely remain in their community, but housing and feeding them is still feasible, they may be brought to a sanctuary to be taken care of and kept away from others they might harm.

The current consensus is that the mental symptoms displayed by the newly Cursed are, on a physical level, due to the generation and alteration of brain matter to adapt to new body parts and senses. Thus, a more drastically altered Cursed form is correlated with loss of sanity, but is not directly the cause, and the two are not always connected. Some Cursed maintain remarkably unaffected mentally, but have new brain matter form partially or entirely separate from their existing brain, which can instead cause problems controlling their own bodies.

A noncommunicative, aggressive Cursed may be a challenge for family members. An estimated 50% of this group dating back to the Cataclysm have become only conditionally aggressive (likely to flee rather than attack) or generally safe to be around, living in the wild, ruins or even alongside others as companions. Some who presented in this way have since recovered some memory and control over themselves. It is believed that this indicates the remaining vestiges of the individual's brain may sometimes survive the abrupt rewiring process "under the surface", and reestablish connections given a long enough time, much like how patients with brain damage can form new connections to access missing functions through new pathways.

Cursed who are infected today seem to have statistically slightly better outcomes and longer, more gradual transformation periods than during the Cataclysm, likely due to a more stable and supportive environment.

[dansconcepts]

Ladynoir Pose

Or, a drabble just imagining Ladybug and Chat Noir posing for a magazine (and it being the funniest thing in my head) -> The Ladynoir brainrot is strong in this one (I was an OG fan of Marichat but Ladynoir grew on me so immensely and wholly and I will never get over them). Also, I know nothing about photoshoots! I spitballed a lil scene, so hope you found this as fun to read as it was to write :>

"Ladybug! Chat Noir!" He shouts, snapping his fingers rapidly in the superhero's faces. "I have a vis-i-ohn and it needs to be parfait!" 

The spotted hero only sighs as the man begins to settle his camera in the stand a few feet away from her and Chat, whilst her ears hear the squeak squeak squeak of tiny wheels carrying a large, white sheet, with two people on each respective side to keep it in check. 

She turns to Chat Noir, hoping to find some solidarity in her exasperation, but finds him surprisingly still and expectant. For what, she isn't exactly sure. But whatever it is, he doesn't seem thrilled about it, physically displaying his displeasure with tightened lips and crossed arms over his leather-clad chest.

Dust obscures his vision of her partner, and it tears her focus away. Yuck, was it in her mouth? She can feel the particles on her tongue, for crying out loud!

She groans, feeling absolutely terrible as she realises the powder is on her face and a probable makeup artist is moving in front of her, an easy few centimetres taller than her.

"Hey-!" She can't help but muster, but that causes her to breathe, and she interrupts herself with her own coughing fit.

"Oh milady, to think you'd be a natural model, what with how beautiful you are." Chat's voice lilts playfully. She can just imagine him bow, standing proper and precise, that small smirk on his lips, and a suave wink directed right at her...

Her face explodes at the thought, and now she's incredibly thankful for the layers of whatever the hell was put on her for what should've been a simple pose for the magazine. Why did she agree to this again? Even Chat didn't seem all for it, with his eyes dulled even as he teased, "Posing...? Piece of cake! I've certainly got the cat walk down!"

There was a certain shimmer in his eyes when he said that last bit, his grin becoming something the Cheshire cat would envy.

She sighs internally before shooting back at the same smile once more, "Can it, kitty. I didn't realize we'd be splashed with makeup on us!"

She can hear his dismissive shrug. "Eh, all part of the biz."

The snort escapes her too quickly for her to stop. "And what would you know about the biz, Chat?"

"You know me Ladybug, I practically am the biz. Have you seen these?" He flexes proudly, even causing someone to swoon audibly from afar. "I'm a full-time model, 24/7." 

Reflexively, her blue eyes roll, ignoring the not-so-foreign flares of irritation igniting in her.

Even though she knew he was joking, she couldn't help but think that it would explain his ego if he is  a model. He certainly has the looks for it.

She freezes. 

Marinette! She screams at herself.

Please! Stop! Talking!

She pauses, more pensive.  

Thinking?

"Hey, LB, you alright over there? You look worried." Chat scans her face, not seeming sure what he's looking for, but gazing at her anyway. 

GAH!!!!!!!!!!

"Yepyepyep." She repeats, a little too Marinette-like for her liking, but not too unusual for her partner to see, although rare it may be. The makeup artist in front of her is looking at her funny though, what with their eyebrow raised, and she's too reminded of the fact that it's not only her and her partner in the room. 

A familiar chill seizes her, and she lets it take over.

"Now c'mon Chat, we've got a photo to be taken. The only thing I'm worried about is whether or not you'd be able to sit still." 

Her partner scoffs, a different smile adorning his face. A little more sad, and a lot more foreboding. She doesn't like it. 

"I'm better at this than you think." He says, lacking the cockiness she expected to hear. Her head stills. 

"Alright!" The photographer shouts, stopping her before she can even realize she was planning something to begin with, and starts directing them on his general wishes and vision. 

"Just be natural. Cool. Collected. Like the revered superheroes you are!" He summarizes, and her partner seems to move as if that was a signal, or something. What's she supposed to do? What pose do they want? What looks cool??? She's only ever done stuff in the heat of the moment! How does Chat know where to move his limbs? WHAT ARE LIMBS?!?!?!

She sends a desperate look that hopes screams for her at Chat, and just like she knew he would, he gets the memo. The green lenses hold onto her gaze, and he holds out a hand with a smile. "C'mon, milady, you've gotta smile! Or don't smile!" He whips his head around to their photographer. "Or would you like to see a mix of both? Purrrrr-omise both'll come out great!"

"Natural would be bellissimo!"

"How about this-?" He does a dramatic turn around, a suave flash of a grin at the camera. "or this-!" Turns himself back around, baton now in hand and cocking a hip. "or even this!" He backflips and balances on his baton and a single arm, his body completely straight like a tower. His head peeks out, grinning at the camera.

God, silly kitty. She can't help the laugh tumbling out.

"There you go." Chat smiles, standing upright again. "Relax, LB, you look cool no matter what you do."

Her lips are pulling upward way too much, but she can't seem to feel the pain when she just feels so light. "Yeah, I certainly could do better than that little show, kitty." She boops him teasingly.

"Always knew you could, m'lady."

Chat gets into position, lowering himself into a pose she's quite familiar with, a claw on the ground while he stretches his other leg out, a smile on his lips. She crouches down along with him, yoyo in hand and arm in between, filled with an unyielding determination.

Flashes temporarily blind them and they hear, "STUNNING! Absolutely STUNNING!"

They hold the pose for a few more clicks, until, "I would love some standing poses now with that same energy!"

She chances a look at Chat, who is already looking right at her. "Think you could handle it, bugaboo?"

With you by my side, I could do anything, she thinks. "Easily." She grins.

Lil Bonus:

"H-huh?! Where are all these photos from?! I don't even remember hearing the flashes when that happened!" Marinette cries out in despair at the pictures on her desktop.

Tikki just chomps on a cookie.

"What am I gonna do, Tikki?!" She groans.

She eyes her kwami, who just chews pensively. Tikki eats every crumb, swallowing, before finally turning to her chosen.

"I think it's pretty cute, don't you?"

She looks back to her screen. It's coated in pictures, like a collage, of her superherosona smiling and laughing, with Chat Noir right beside her, looking at her like she's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Yeah." She voices out, softly. "Yeah, they're pretty great, huh?"

Other Lil Bonus:

There's a beep on his phone, and his screen lights up, saying it's from Nino.

DUDE, did u see the new photos? like sorry bro, but u don't got a CHANCE.

Photos? He sends back. What would he care about some photos? Does he have competition of some kind? Not that he cares, and he knows Nino knows he isn't invested in his modelling. The only thing Nino could possibly be talking about is Ladybug, but he hasn't had photos with Ladybug except for that sorta official photoshoot he did with her as Chat Noir. Did Nino really think he'd get upset by that? They were pretty professional the whole time... But Nino's always been a little concerned about him after revealing he was in love with a superhero, especially since he didn't know about his very valid reasons for being so...

All he gets is a link with the expected headline about "Ladybug and Chat Noir Photoshoot Photos", quickly followed up by:

mec if u need me im right here

"What the heck is Nino talking about?" He mutters to himself, before clicking the link. Of course, he gets the expected photos.

"Oh hey, we really look like the cat's meow, ay Plagg?"

Plagg just eats camembert but does let out a huff he assumes is amused at his joke.

He scrolls some more before-

Oh.

Oh.

His lady's face, ever so ungracefully having her head thrown back while his cat self watches on with fondness. He remembers that look, and her playful swats at him, and the softness in her eyes, and to see it cemented permanently through a camera lens-

"I NEED THESE EVERYWHERE, STAT."

Later, Nino will be confused when finding an Adrien the next day who's smiling like a loon- an expression he knows only comes out when he's at his happiest. When asked, Adrien easily brushes him off, even walking with a pep in his step. Once in class, Nino can see his wallpaper changed to the couple he should've despised. He will gaze back at his phone, staring at his most recent text from his best bud, as if it would give him all the answers for Adrien's strange, non-heartbroken behaviour:

You're the best, dude.

[iusedtomakeoutwithvampires]

guys does anyone else just . unholyverse?

yeag

[williamprattz]

how would you like literati to have worked out ?

general stuff — in my head ayitl never happened; also dave and jess are actually friends and kept in touch after jess left and dave went to college.

rory and jess are both invited to dave and lanes wedding [takes place three years after the end of s7] rory is the maid of honor and jess is one of groomsmen. lane and dave are to wrapped in there plans to really tell either jess or rory ‘oh by the way your ex is coming to the wedding’ LOL

also its not like rory and jess haven’t been in touch they occasionally send emails to each other after The Real Paul Anka — but there both kinda suprised to see each other in person.

this is just my own delusional version of how literati get back together.

around two years later the get married, more like eloping. paris is there witness. neither jess or rory wanted a big wedding and even having a small wedding became a hassle. so they eloped :))

later down the line they have two kids. there first kid was completely planed and well the second wasn’t so planned; they wanted at least one more kid but didn’t expect the next one coming so soon after the first. — additional info dave and lane have twin daughters; rory and lane raise there girls together <33

since i am insane heres the kiddos names + lane and dave’s twins

Lorelai ‘Lola’ Gilmore-Mariano + William ‘Will’ Gilmore-Mariano | Ziggy Rygalski + Jane Rygalski

[staarcaake]

Scared to put my feet on solid ground But I'm drawn up to my height And blinded by the light

[qweenofurheart]

i hope u can enjoy some oc art as well 🤲

[simplysanders]

Artfight 2024 batch 10

I think I'll keep posting the artfights in batches of 4, so with this one being up to date, will most likely take a while before I post more.

OC Owner - https://artfight.net/~mclovinnn

OC Owner: @tomble-by - https://artfight.net/~tomble_by

OC Owner - https://artfight.net/~GTYP

OC Owner - https://artfight.net/~SoggyNoodle15

[daydreaming-memories]

YEAH YEAH

im so much more openly autistic than school

this shows my autism

eveeyones got it wrong your mid 20s arent for going to the club or partying or picking up new crafts. your 20s are for discovering how much more autistic you are than you thought you were in high school

[teaboot]

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

[marvelsmostwanted]

There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.

I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.

As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.

The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.

The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.

As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.

I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.

The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.

I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.

I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.

All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.

I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.

My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.

If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:

It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.

Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.

Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.

Sources:

• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text

• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[astriiformes]

I know that realistically you can only fit so many movies into a list of approximately 100, but I cannot take that "How many of tumblr's favorite movies have you seen?" list that's been going around seriously because there are some truly egregious omissions.

Some of it is very clearly recency bias, which makes me wonder if the op truly wasn't on here in 2013 or so, but you're telling me you made a list of "tumblr's favorite movies" that doesn't include Pacific Rim or Mad Max: Fury Road? Because, like, I was there, Gandalf.

[opt1gan]

Two movies I like

[stealingpotatoes]

terrible news: the only way to find out if something you create is gonna be good or bad is to actually create it

[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.