#but you need to know to explicitly ask

[alexei-home-fromthewar-at-last]

I think a fair number of (able-bodied) people don’t understand that cripple is a slur. It’s a slur. It’s offensive. Physically disabled people can reclaim it *if they want to*, but they don’t have to. They can be offended by it if they want to as well. Both are valid.

Also, you can reclaim it FOR YOURSELF! You don’t just get to call other people cripples because you decided to reclaim it. That’s personal. Saying “oh, I can say that because I’m physically disabled” only applies if you’re referring to YOURSELF that way. You do not get to tell other people in your community what they should and shouldn’t be comfortable with.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

"Is Amphibia gay like The Owl House?" It is gay, but certainly not like The Owl House.

[the-way-astray]

i am not ready to get pissed off today but can we not ruin people’s positive fandom experiences. can we not. if someone makes a post saying “i love sophie foster!!!!” can we not go to that post and immediately comment “well i don’t like her”. if someone shares a headcanon and it clashes with yours can we not go to that post and reply “well that headcanon is WRONG because HERE’S WHAT CANON SAYS”. if someone talks about a ship can we not go on that post and start ripping it to shreds. can we not. you are aware that just scrolling past without engaging is an option, right? you know you can tamp down the urge to express your negative opinion where inappropriate, right? make your own damn post!!!! can we not ruin positivity posts for the people that like/made them. can we please not. please.

[cnl0400]

... They can't do this to me...

You can't do this to HER!!!!!

[orengejoshi]

pregnancy in trans men is typically called tmpreg, mpreg is used for cis men! though I do think theyre both still kink terms specifically

Oh, thank you! I'm actually old and non-native, I don't belong into fandoms at all. I'm just an imposter among all here.

I... I always thought all mpreg is automatically trans?? or inter?? bc it wouldn't work otherwise irl either? maybe I'm too autistic literally-thinking and take it too scientifically serious

I've looked into this one and all other associated tags and... oh......

I don't wanna offend anyone I'm sure it's all harmless fictional fun but I'm extremely uncomfortable with everything I find there. the kinks, the language used... in part even triggering dysphoria in me. I do not recommend for anyone who is as sensitive as me.

this is certainly not my intention with my art of pregnancy. I hope it doesn't come off that way bc I wouldn't want my art to be used or viewed in that light

[couriers-mile]

I'm so fucking mad at the "I miss you" anon for claiming to have been an old friend of mine trying to reconnect and NEVER EVER IDENTIFYING THEMSELVES

So I get to keep wondering who the fuck among the many people I haven't talked to in a while was trying to reach me and why they did it on anon and whether or not it was because they're someone who has good reason to suspect I don't want to hear from them again

Like?? Why would you start this conversation on anon in the first place instead of just sending "I miss you" with your username exposed so I know who the fuck you are, but also why would you trigger that question and then leave without EVER answering it. What the fuck is wrong with you.

Why did you even come into my life at all just to act like this. I don't even get to know who I'm mad at. I wish you had the balls to identify yourself and THEN fuck off forever.

[fluffydeoxys]

i read every tag and reply to things but I'm too scared to respond to them but imagine I am very happily nodding at what you have said. i feel bad cus I appreciate everyone's words but I'm like a skittish little animal

[s0fter-sin]

sometimes i think about how wild a mw2 movie would be if they just dropped soapghost right in the middle with no warning or marketing. like imagine it being beat for beat the exact same, it’s your typical military action movie, promoted as just another military action movie then after they get to the safe house, ghost has to patch up soap and he’s still out of it, overwhelmed by the betrayal and everything he’s seen and ghost needs to ground him and keep him in the present, to remind him that he’s alive and safe so he kisses him and they have sex. the tantrums and the rants and the “ReAl sOLdiErS aRen’t liKe ThAt”, god i can taste it and it’s delicious

[blueskittlesart]

do u have any navi thoughts from your oot replay

i've been waiting to answer this until I actually beat the game in my current playthrough because navi is another one of those characters that i think of in like a "set" with several other characters who serve relatively the same thematic purpose; in this case that purpose being the "mother" character, and i wanted to have all the characters in that set fresh in my mind. it's notable that while oot shows us very clear and consistent instances of the ways in which the adults of hyrule fail to protect their children, there ARE several adults who DO go out of their way to both oppose ganondorf and protect and nurture the children under their care. All of these characters are adult women, and all of them explicitly help the children out of some sort of parental responsibility or sense of duty towards them. in this group I include link's late mother, impa, nabooru, and navi.

all 4 mother characters, despite being adults or adult-coded, reject the inaction mentality which characterizes other adults in the game. they become either direct supports or shields to their children from the conflict the world has to offer them, and they are always explicitly punished for their interference--link's mother is killed trying to protect her son, impa's village is burned, nabooru is brainwashed. The mother's fatal flaw is that she will protect her child above all else, even in a world in which children cannot truly be protected. however, with the exception of link's mother, these characters manage to persist even in the face of her punishment, and this is where I think navi becomes the exemplary character.

Navi, after a lifetime of being link's only support system, the only adult in his life he could truly, consistently count on, receives her punishment at the hands of ganondorf--in the final battle, she is pushed out. she is unable to reach her child. she cannot protect him. However, BECAUSE link has grown up with her at his side, he is strong enough to take ganondorf down. and when ganon rises again, navi is there to support link, promising not to leave his side, and the intuitive targeting of that battle (a mechanic which navi is inherently tied to!!) makes it a cinch to win. Navi, and the other mothers we meet, are a reminder to the player that the world doesn't HAVE to be the way it is. Their persistence when punished, their insistence that their children ought to be protected, is a reminder that good adults do exist, and that good adults raise good children. link and zelda are able to win in spite of the adults who refused to help them, but also BECAUSE of the adults who DID. It's a reinforcement of the core theme of oot--that childlike idea that the world SHOULD be good and fair and if it isn't, it should be changed until it is. The mothers of oot are examples of what the world COULD be, reminders that it is possible to grow up without losing hope or growing bitter, and they are examples of the next step for the children they've raised to change the word--to continue fighting even in the face of punishment, to refuse inaction, and to foster that same hope and persistence in the generations to come.

[maddogmp3]

they need to invent a "making new friends" that doesnt feel like pulling teeth.

[coriander-candlesticks]

Note to self: word prayers better when doing divinatory sessions

I think I've mentioned this before, but I do yes/no stone pulls on Sundays to ask for guidance about maintaining my health re: my commute because it's 2-2.5 hours each way via public transit if everything runs on time. It's rough on me in multiple ways and can lead to even more migraines than usual or being too fatigued to work at all, and it can be difficult to tell whether I'll have the spoons to go in person.

This past Sunday I was exhausted & stressed because of, you know, the horrors, and said my initial prayer a little differently than I usually do. I still invoked Apollo and Hermes as always, as both of them cover divination by lots, Apollo's domain covers health & disease, and he's the one I turn to for divination by default.

Now, the vast majority of the guidance and lessons Apollo has given have had to do with recognizing my physical & mental limits, especially around this issue. The answers I was getting this time around were...odd but not quite in the way they have been with just dud pulls, so I started asking clarifying questions to figure out what was going on. After a few - establishing that there was a reason for the answers but it wasn't a test or punishment or Apollo messing with me (which would have been. odd) - I realized that while I'd invoked Hermes as a god of divination by lots alongside Apollo, I had not explicitly asked him to act as a messenger and aid in communication this time around, nor had I asked Apollo to guide the divination session with the wording I usually use.

I think you can see where I'm going with this.

I re-said the prayer (correctly this time) and confirmed that it was, in fact, Hermes at first while re-doing the initial set of questions (which were much more consistent in the usual way), as well as confirming that the issue was the prayer wording. Lesson learned lol

[balkanlila]

i do have to say i love how these episodes highlight what i've always been telling you and that is: daisy knows sweets better than anyone

[random0lover]

I hate men and their need to act like any emotional reactions you have while you’re on your period is just you being “hormonal” and “not yourself”

(Rant in tags)

[the-haunted-office]

September had only just found herself in the strange dimension full of rainbow swirling clouds, staircases with Thursdays walking them, and no gravity, when the metaphorical shit hit the metaphysical fan.

She had barely even gotten to orient herself when it all went down - somehow literally and not literally at the same time, as this place was sort of like the In-between in that it had no real sense of up and down, so at least she was used to that much.

Oleander was floating around in the gelatinous mass of her, buzzing away at her through their currently chosen vessel - i.e. her mobile phone - doing this combination of yelling at her for her earlier remark and drilling her with question after question about what she was seeing, where they were, what was happening, had she found Thursday yet.

She had only just scrabbled onto the nearest surface with all seventeen of her arms and legs, which turned out to be this incredibly - if not infinitely - long (or tall, depending on which way you looked at it) brick tower and started climbing it in search of Thursday, when the whole thing shook. Like someone had grabbed it and rattled it like a toy, only she couldn't see who might have done it.

She'd grabbed onto it, all arms and legs wrapping tightly against it and claws digging into the stone, anchoring her, worried she might fall, even knowing she wouldn't because she'd already discovered there was no gravity.

Oleander had begun screaming at her - she knew this even though they had no voice because their messages were coming through her phone in all capital letters. WHAT WAS THAT! WHAT HAPPENED?! SEPTEMBER, WHAT IS GOING ON?! TALK TO ME NOW! WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING! DID YOU FIND HER?

She couldn't even focus on responding to them, even though some of her eyes floating around in there with Oleander were reading their messages for her, because she was too focused not only on holding onto the swaying tower, but also on what was happening up above. Or below. Or- whichever direction she was facing.

It was so far away that at first she couldn't really tell what she was seeing. But then, as whatever it was she was seeing began to get closer- no, bigger- no, closer?- no, just... more of itself? she couldn't tell, it was impossible, it was just- filling the world- whatever it was she was seeing began to fill her world and the world around her and she didn't know how to describe it. She was seeing it, she was seeing it with all of her eyes, and she couldn't describe it.

It was like... if she had to put some words to it... colors. Unimaginable colors, and unknowable shapes, all bending in on themselves, then refracting, twisting, bending, expanding, contracting, curling, unfurling, stretching out, reaching, filling, seeping, creeping, contorting, winding, twirling, whirling, spiraling. Endlessly. It had no end. It had no beginning. It just kept going. As long as she kept looking, it kept going, and it was both... somehow both... maddening and soothing. So many contradictions, she didn't know if she could stand it.

Apparently she couldn't, because at some point she'd either let go of the tower. Either she had let go of it or it had crumbled to pieces and let go of her. Either way, she was falling away from it. Despite there being no gravity, she was falling away from the tower, falling, falling, falling, her eyes, all of them, glued to that maddening, beautiful thing she couldn't look away from, filling her world, Oleander still screaming at her in all caps-

SEPTEMBER ANSWER ME ANSWER ME TALK TO ME WHAT IS GOING ON PLEASE TELL ME SOMETHING

-and then with an unceremonious splop! she lands back on the floor of the Office, apparently on top of Doomsday, because she immediately begins flailing beneath her and complaining.

But September doesn't notice. For several seconds she doesn't notice, because her eyes are still staring, still seeing that thing, filling her world, filling the whole world, spiraling everywhere.

[cosmogyros]

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[camgoloud]

i simply feel that if you burn shit in your roommate’s skillet you should then feel the obligation to be the one who scrapes it out and cleans up