#sorry if it's annoying

[atalienart]

– Mam nadzieję, że pana ciekawość została zaspokojona. Może powinien pan odwdzięczyć się, zaspokajając moją.

– Chce pani, żebym podzielił się równie łzawą historyjką?

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[arikihalloween]

Rambling about Pause Garden part 1

I wanted to ramble later once I drew everything but the urge is too strong so

What is Pause Garden ? A project I created when I was 16, a big story involving ocs from my previous works !

I think I already showed most of those specific characters, but there are waaay more in the story, I maybe said some infos here and there

Tbh I struggle to actually say more without questions, because idk what people want to know actually so I blurt everything out without much context and hope for the best

⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟

In a place somewhere in the dream realm, outside of space and time, exist a little coffee shop called "Pause Garden"

A place where worlds collides and coexist, where doors lead to other stories and universes, always more and more.

That's where one can meet several of my ocs that I've been showing from time to time...

The barmaid/waitress is K'haty Opaline, an aberration living in this space, always ready to welcome new customers and serve you a drink before you can even order.

Kali is the over-energetic demon who comes by after her missions to tchat with the regulars, perhaps to look for more work ! You may make a contract with her for anything from assasination to protection, or for a custom painting if she's in a good mood.

Hamelinn is an other regular, she'll be here more often than others, when she's not causing chaos back in her own world. Sassy demon kid, she's often seen chilling with the animals inhabiting the Pause Garden, or trying to befriend other demons that come by.

Snow-Snow comes only on weekends, and when she does, she'll be with her brothers or Hamelinn. Pretty sweet creatures, hard to imagine she's a dangerous demon much like the others.

(human disguise)

Shiva is, like the others, a regular of the shop. The dragon comes most often with her kids, Aelia and Kelly, to let them play in a place she knows is safe. A smart mage, elegant and refined, she'll make it known she's noble, but she's not above swearing every so often.

[hairmetal666]

I was tagged by @violetsteve and @2btheanswertothequestion 💜💜

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

"It’s a game; an intricate, delicate game."

I'm working on expanding the Forever is the Sweetest Con steddie au, because I love them so much as con artists accidentally falling in love. Can't get them out of my head, actually (and in this scene Steve is learning the ropes from his crime family Robin, Hopper, and El 😈)

I'm tagging @rewritingicarus @vecnuthy @henderdads @mixsethaddams @alleiwentcrazy @steviethebanished @thefreakandthehair feel free to disregard if you done it already or aren't into it 😆

[sonofapunk]

Alright. I'm just gonna spam rn a bunch of fibro stuff that's it

[istilldontunderstand]

me spam booping my beloved mutuals:

I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

[a-random-black-and-white-cat]

Just going to tag my mutuals

@alicepooryorick @eagleflightdraws @rowan-m-ravenwood @unrestrainedbalderdash

Rb and let your followers answer!

(If you want of course lol)

[shifting-jellyfish]

I only follow 30 people so if it looks like I'm stalking your account, I might be

[the-wayside]

Me working through all my comments: no man gets left behind.

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[catmask]

its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know

[seagiri]

drawpile with the gang

i think the three of them should kiss

[hansoeii]

when 2022 me thought it would be fun to draw stede with a beard and a silly little curled up mustache and start calling him steard for the fun of it

AND NOW IT'S REAL

THEY DID IT

MY CREATION.

IT IS REAL. HOLY FUCK

[bioshzrd]

this random ass guy who’s entire bit is that he can move like this is the only good wesker fan ever

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to radfems - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[sharkbaitouhaha]

hello and good morning to my new favourite article headline. i need this game injected directly into my veins, i cannot wait any longer

[sentientsky]

crowley and aziraphale negotiating child support payments in s3