#it is fascinating

[hello-eeveev]

“you were my person” as in “you were the avatar through which the Trust imposed its way of life onto me, and in doing so, you are, in part, responsible for screwing me up”

“you’re still my person” as in “we’ve abandoned and destroyed the Trust, and you’re still the most important person in my life. I want to stay by your side even though there is nothing holding me there anymore”

truly a WILD arc to the conversation, such a fun and interesting mishmash of emotions. both of them are very much Not Okay and then they kiss about it. lol love that for them

[nothingwronghere]

[vendettasfanfictioning]

Whatever I was expecting to see when I sorted the Hunter X Hunter fandom tag by biggest word count, a dead dove(ish) slash fic between Hisoka Morow and Hannibal Lecter was not on my fucking list.

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

A collage for 1955 Lorraine. All images came from 50s-era Cosmopolitan magazine scans from this collection.

[allo-frouto]

Lol, yes, and Literature as well. Emotions can be very evocative in writing.

Words can make you feel what you read…

[spoingle-doingle]

so you guys know that an infamous classic everyone should read "a dream always the same" is a part of the "dark mirror" series, right?

i've just finished reading the second part

i think i am losing my mind

[elshells]

Me: Man, I am so motivated to write today!

Me at the end of that same day after falling into a research rabbit hole: I absolutely cannot progress in this chapter until I become fluent in Victorian flower language.

[cottoncandysprite]

Does tumblr know about the animation union yaoi yet

[werewolf-transgenderism]

just watched a video of a wildlife rehabber tube-feeding the teeny tiniest orphaned baby opossum and the comments are fucking KILLING me

baby opossum (too teeny, hasn’t finished cooking in the marsupial pouch like it ought to have done, doesn’t even look like it should exist):

the comments:

[lautakwah]

EDIT: CHECK MY LATEST ADDITION BEFORE YOU START SHIT IN THE NOTES, THANKS.

warning for discord users

If you're on the app, immediately go to your dms and then "add friends". After the latest update they allow your contacts to find you and have that option turned on by default, so make sure it's unchecked!

This is very obviously not great for a multitude of reasons, but especially for people in vulnerable positions who do not want people in their contacts to see who they are on discord and/or know they have discord in the first place. I've also tried finding out if this is a thing on desktop but haven't been able to find any mention of it, so either it's not a "feature" (yet) or they've hidden it. Either way, stay safe, and turn off finding friends via contacts!

[ID: three screenshots from the discord app with circles around the buttons to press to get to this "feature". 1: the messages/DM button, 2: the "add friends button", 3: in the add friends page, the "allow contacts to add me" checkbox. /END ID]

[lostonmyroad]

jessica really said “god forbid women do anything” and doomed an entire people to war by installing her twink son as a false prophet by stealing her cult’s 10,000 year old breeding program propaganda

[platoapproved]

What was that you said about memory? "A monster," was it?

[goldensunset]

did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[fox-bright]

Years before the covid pandemic began, author Naomi Kritzer wrote the charming, emotionally genuine short story "So Much Cooking," which was a pandemic log through the eyes of a cooking blog. The premise is that the author is a home cooking blogger raising her kids, and then a pandemic hits--and bit by bit she's feeding not only her own, but her sister's kids, some neighbors' kids, and so on, in a situation of pandemic lockdown and food shortages.

It's very good, and was prescient for a lot of the early days of the covid pandemic. I found myself returning to it often in the first couple of years because of how steadfast it was in its hopefulness.

Last year she wrote a novelette, "The Year Without Sunshine," which attacks a similar problem in a similar way; instead of pandemic, this one is about the aftereffects of a distant nuke or a massive volcano explosion (it doesn't say), which has churned a great deal of dust into the air, causing massive damage to society and agriculture. The story covers one neighborhood, pulling together to keep each other alive--not through violence, but through lawn potatoes and message pinboards and bicycle-powered oxygen concentrators.

I recommend both stories. They're uplifting in a way that a lot of what I see lately isn't. They're a bit of a panacea for constant fearmongering about intracommunity violence and grinding hatefulness. We can be good to each other, if we try.