#but i hope people like it :))

[theabsentmindedwander]

History of the Minecraft Overworld

Initial Disclaimer: Obviously, this is only my own take on it. I love hearing everyones ideas, and this is merely my own take on it - I plan to do one on the nether and the end aswell

Full timeline under cut, to avoid making a wall of text on peoples dashboard

Of course, whatever they were originally called has been lost to time. It is safe to assume they went by many names. But they are the oldest known civilization in minecrafita.

The surface was not safe during this time, enderman roamed the surface killing most of the ancients, and so they were driven underground. Not forever- they thought- one day they would return and take back their world. It is said some didn't flee to the earth, but rather to other planes. How they did so and if the story is true, is unknown.

In the earth, they made sprawling mineshaft's and learned the secrets of making strong cities underneath the earth, and created the first Golems. Tall, powerful creatures able to blast intruders. It kept them safe from enderman who wandered down, and other creatures that haunted the tunnels.

What ended up sealing their fates in this place was their own deaths. Corpses turning blue, making spores. People buried them in the stone, wanting to give proper burials but wanting to ensure whatever was infesting these corpses would stay gone. But they only provided a breeding ground.

The sculk grew under their homes, their streets, under the mineshafts. People unknowingly treading on it for years. Until all at once, it began to rise. The more people fought- the more people bled and died, the more it grew. When enemies came and died near the sculk- they too, caused its spread. The people tried, but it wasn't until their golems were infested with spores and turned from metal golems to organic beasts that trapped them inside their own homes like a horrible Warden- that they realized this was futile.

In fleeing, two groups formed. Those who fled to the surface- a place many had not been to in generations- and those who created the portal. Every citizen who stayed underground helped build the structure, a portal that would take them somewhere. They had no idea where- anywhere safe was what they wanted. The portal could only work once, and so it did.

Those who went through the portal were never seen by those who left to the surface again.

The surfacers expected a fight- the enderman ruled world they had known. But there was none, they had vanished- atleast for now. A boone they would not fail to take advantage of. And soon, a new era began.

At the beginning of this era, when houses were still tents and homes were still just warm hugs, there was unity between all of the ancients who had found life on the surface. But, peace does not last forever.

The ancients had a wedge driven between them, some of them sought to prepare for the next wave of whatever may come for them. To prepare for war and battle. Others wished to live as they always have- peacefully.

The wedge settled in and created a divide, forming the two groups. The peaceful Ancients settled in villages across the biomes. The aggressive ancients wandered, creating towers for now as they learned new ways of combat. In their pursuits, many of them gained a grayer skin tone from times in the mines or spinding more time in the cover of night.

Eventually, what became known as Pillagers, began to raid. Setting up stronger towers to mount attacks from. They targetted larger villages, and any other structures they could find to loot from. When they had enough, they found a dark wooded biome that suitted them and created mansions. They avoided smaller places, and as such smaller villages became more common. But anyone who dared fight back and return home would have their village marked.

In the depths of ancient cities and mines, something remembered. Something found the carvings and pictures of long-gone families and remembered them. Something yearned for a sun they never knew. Something yearned for a life of their own.

And so evolution found its way, sculk formed itself in the way of the pictures. Made in the image of the ancients, but no longer having their true form to base off of.

The sculk formed hands to craft and pet, torso to be wrapped in and feel warmth. Legs to run and jump, eyes to see the sun it yearned for. But its kept the strength of its roots, able to gain strength from the death of other things. To absorb their essence, and use it for long-gone magics. To heal its wounds with tasty sustenance. The strong mind to do what the Ancients could not.

This beast of love, this creature made in the image of the Ancients, this thing of pictures and ideas, of infinity and the finite, started the new era.

<Source>

This creature, now known as Steve, awoke on the surface. Perhaps in a forest, perhaps on a mountain. But the massive impact they had on the world is well known.

They found many days living in the sun, making temporary shelters, and exploring. Finding joy in it all. Building homes, mining in the darkest depths, creating new things. Enjoying the world.

But in the shadows of the night, they saw the scars of the suffering. Zombified corpses of people they did not know, and other such horrible creatures that they-despite their best efforts- could not bring to peace.

The villagers were almost defenseless against this new thing, only having iron golems, which were only a shadow of the great golems they once created when they were still ancients. But they found no such need. Perhaps the new person could not understand boundaries, or their speech very well beyond trade, but they understood kindness.

They helped defend against pillagers, but in the fights throughout the nights, they saw a creature in much more need of help. A tall creature, whose speech was just as incohereable as their own to the villagers. Whose power was different, and not of this world. But Steve saw pain in the eyes of this monster.

Steve traveled to the nether first, constructing things that- if they thought too hard about it- they were unsure how they came up with the ideas to make such things. But it felt like they knew it, as if they had felt the recipe in what was the infancy of hands so long ago.

But soon, they chased the Enderman where no Ancient had ever willingly gone too before. The End.

There, Steve faced their greatest challenger. There, Steve saw the faces of a kind they resonated with. Those who could not understand, but longed for a sun they were denied. Who longed to run and play by their own volition. To live as they wished.

And so, in a battle that tore them apart, they slew the beast. And they freed the end. And they returned home.

And for a moment, as they fell through time and space, as they descended and ascended back to their own home, they came to hear voices of love.

Alex awoke on the surface, on a mountain. Or was it a forest?

Alex found they weren't alone, they found Steve. And soon Noor, Sunny, Zuri, and many others. Their world was filled with them now, wanting to live. Explore, fight, build, survive.

And so this era we live in, this era of exploration. Of finding new biomes to frolic and build in. This era of love. Of finding new animals to share with others. This era of kindness, of everything, of simplicity of...

> Well, I could go on forever now, couldn't I?

The only thing this cannot be is an era of peace. These creatures, now known as the 'players' still feel the beat of what they once were under the ground. The festering growth that refuses to know love. That does not yearn for a sun it does not know. That does not care for running and hugging. Only consuming and destroying.

But that fight is not an impossible one, not for them. They will find new ways to live, new ways to protect, and new ways to free their world.

And so the Era of love is written, and it is still being written. Written by hands that bathe in sunlight, that run and feel the grass. They show and are shown kindness. Perhaps you will write your own note in this era.

But even if you don't, it does not matter. Because you are love. And I love you.

[glittergoats]

experimental alternative aitsf poster of some kind

[mrbandicoot]

I laid next to the embers of my campfire, staring into the clear night sky. I held my hand up and traced the constellations I knew. I thought about how each star was an unimaginable distance away from me and from each other, how much empty space there was. Of course, I knew there were billions of planets and asteroids and nebulae and other weird space shit out there- I closed my eyes and shook my head before refocusing on the sky above. That's when a shooting star appeared in the sky, and I remembered the human superstition of wishing on them, despite just being rocks burning up in their atmosphere. I found myself wishing to have something finally fill the emptiness inside of me. I expected the star to disappear after just a few moments, but it instead got bigger, and closer. I scrambled to my feet and watched it descend, before being forced to close my eyes due to the brilliant light. I felt the impact. I opened my eyes and stared up in wonder, and thousands of small, sparkling things slowly descended from the sky in the wake of the star. I reached up and caught one, and was stunned to see that is was a feather. An angel feather.

It didn't take me long to reach the impact sight. I shone my light into the crater, and spotted a figure at the bottom. I slid down into the crater and called out to it. "Hey. Hey! Are you conscious?" The figure, which I could now tell was severely burnt, didn't move or respond. I knew it must still be alive, but the pain it must have been in. Before I moved it though, I looked for the pieces of its broken halo. Finding them was easy enough, since they still glowed with divine light, but when I tried to grab a shard, it burnt me. I stripped off my shirt, and after a brief moment to tie it up, I was able to use it as both a basket and a glove. After I collected all the pieces I could find, I collected the burnt angel and began trekking back to my truck.

My whole world was simply pain. First the searing flames of the fall, then my impact into the earth. Everything was broken, and I understood for the first time why immortality was considered a curse. After what felt like an eternity of pain, it began to subside, ever so slowly. I first became aware of the feeling of laying on something soft, and for a terrifying moment, I wondered if I was back in Heaven. Had someone been sent to find me and bring me back? My anxiety only lessened when I heard only a single person moving near me. I knew that in Heaven, I would be surrounded by angels, all demanding to know why I did it. And then I could hear a voice; it was sweet and feminine. "Hey dear, I hope you're feeling better today. You still have that bag? I'm going to check, sorry." I felt something squirm its way under me, probably under the pillow I was laying on. I heard a sharp hiss, and the thing jerked out. The voice continued, though was now tinged with pain. "Good, good, it's still there. I have to go now. If you're able to move before I get back, please don't leave? I..." The voice seemed to choke back a sob, before I heard footsteps walking away.

Quite some time later, I could open my eyes. I panicked as I could see only blackness, but then I realized there was something in front of my face. I slowly, painfully moved my arm up, and felt the edge of the pillow I was laying on, and pressed it down. I couldn't see much in the darkness, except for a window opposite me, through which I could see the night sky. Then I heard a door open, and breathless mumbling, before there was a gentle knock on my door. "Hello. Are you awake?" I tried to respond, but all I could manage was a near-silent croak. "I'm coming in now." The door opened slowly, and a pair of electric yellow eyes appeared. "You moved!" The figure rushed into the room and crouched next to the bed. "Can you talk?" I once again tried to speak, but again, only croaked. I could see the sadness in her eyes, before they lit up with an idea. "Water, of course! I'll be right back." And in a flash, the figure was gone.

I rushed to the kitchen and quickly filled a glass with water, then tore through my drawers and cabinets looking for a straw. I finally found one, then sped back to the bedroom. I knocked on the doorway, and called out "I'm coming back in." I didn't want to spook the poor thing. I couldn't imagine how I would feel, waking up in a stranger's house, especially after whatever it had just experienced. I crouched beside the bed once again. "I'm going to put a straw in your mouth." And I did. Thankfully, it seemed to know what a straw was, and soon swallowed a mouthful of water.

"Thank you." Its voice was ragged, but audible.

"Do you need anything else right now?"

"No."

"Then I'll leave you to it." I was suddenly feeling warm and awkward crouching there, but I was interrupted.

"No, please." She pleaded to me. I looked back, and saw sorrow in its deep blue eyes.

I crouched back down. “Okay."

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[werewolf-transgenderism]

keep seeing undergrads on social media saying “oh if a prof has a strict no-AI academic integrity policy that’s a red flag for me because that means they don’t know how to design assignments” like sorry girl but that just sounds like you’ve got a case of sour grapes about not being allowed to cheat with the plagiarism machine that doesn’t know how to evaluate sources and kills the environment! I have a strict no-AI policy because if you use AI to write your essays for a writing course it’s literally plagiarism because you didn’t write it and you’re not learning any of the things the course teaches if you just plug a prompt into the plagiarism generator that kills the environment, hope this helps!

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[rish-you-were-here]

Happy pride

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[corviiids]

my top bit of advice going into the new year: compliment people. especially strangers. literally everyone you interact with if you can. when you buy coffee in the morning compliment the barista's tattoos. when you're chatting with a coworker tell them that by the way you like their outfit. always find something they've chosen to do on purpose. nail polish, jewellery, tattoos, hair colour/style, statement accessory, outfit, etc are all good bets. things people hope will be noticed. things that aren't too personal so it doesn't make them uncomfortable (eg probably not their physical features). i've gotten into the habit of scanning everyone i talk to for something about them that i think is cool so i can tell them. it's a great habit because it makes me notice people and realise just how many neat little details there are in people's presentation of themselves that might pass me by if i wasn't paying attention. and it brings out so much joy. you'd be surprised how much it disarms people to receive an unexpected compliment from someone they don't know. it is the most sincere smile you will see all day long. it feels nice to make people happy but it also means you win the social interaction. establish dominance by complimenting a stranger's earrings and disappearing into the fog

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[ispyspookymansion]

BOO!

oh sorry….come in…..hello…welcome to my halloween party ^_^ feel free to take a piece of candy and a goodie bag before you go okay? have a fun (and nostalgic) halloween season!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Matpat will always be welcomed into the FNAF universe

[stil-lindigo]

ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 - On the 6th and 9th of March, I'll be doing art requests on stream with other notable artists to raise money for Operation Olive Branch and the PCRF.

I'm incredibly lucky to be counting quite a few big names in the roster, including known Jesus and Odysseus enthusiast @wolfythewitch, the extraordinary fanartist @denimcatfish, and the incredibly talented @troubledminnesotan, as well as Lilypichu from OfflineTV.

You'll be able to watch the streams on the day of the event either on my twitch channel here, or via the links provided by the artists below.

Lilypichu

Cuptoast

Akairosu_

Sevvanto

Wolfythewitch

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

[elizaisdunn]

how I imagine Grian telling the gang it’s time for a new season

[catmask]

sometimes while i think about that while a lot of adults did not treat me very well as a kid i also get a lot of 'in hindsight this person was so good to me and i didnt even realize it until now' as an adult. today i was thinking about how the first anime convention i ever went to was when i was 10 and i asked the man working the manga cafe what manga was/what a good place to start was (because the con was very overstimulating for me and i had gotten lost) and he asked how old i was before recommending yotsuba and asking if i wanted any water or something to eat. its really simple but theres a lot of bad things that couldve happened or he could've been careless in his recommendation, but instead yotsuba has remained one of my favorite manga for years, and probably a large portion of why i continue to read manga as an adult... i think adults who try to involve kids in the world safely/kindly even in little ways make so much more of a difference than they ever really know.