#well it kind of is

[kharmii]

x. com /EndWokeness/status/1795583411127734285

The leftists aren’t even hiding it anymore. This is disturbing as hell. I’m not even straight and can see how vile this is.

Sounds like they are catching up to the United States where we let them do the most depraved things in public. The dog mask people creep me out the worst, especially since someone told me they'll actually piss their pants in front of people. A lot of other gay people supposedly hate them, like, "Heyy...I just want to be gay! I don't want to be effing stupid about it!"

I'm always like 'live and let live' in your own bedroom. That goes against the trope about Republicans, like, "They want to legislate what you do in your own bedroom!!1!"

No, they don't. They just want you to keep it there and keep it away from the childrens. Why is it that if a creepo jacks off in his own vehicle parked on the street, he gets arrested for public indecency, but a creepo at a Pride Parade in the United States can stand on a float stroking his boner in a public place without being arrested? Why are people at Pride Parades somehow above the law?

-And shame on the mothers too. Women are the worst. Sure, a guy is going to show it where he can, but it's the women who are bringing their kids. It's mostly women (with Munchhausen by Proxy) who are getting weird about transitioning their kids when they are around toddler age. You see a lot of fights in the United States where a couple will get divorced, and then the wife will transition their child against their ex-husband's will. It's almost like she wants to get back at him in the worst way, like, "I hate you so much, I'm going to eff up our kid for life! Take that!"

[not-poignant]

The Ice Plague #3 - Ch. 35/40 - A Prophecy

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, major communication issues, temporary major character death, PTSD, power play, Id fic, BDSM, dubious consent, politics, fae and fairies, epic fantasy with a twist, mythology, disturbing themes, dominance/submission, flashbacks, minor character death, bondage, mind control, chronic disability, suicidal ideation, enemies to friends to lovers, hopeful ending. (See AO3 for more tags). Pairing: Mosk Manytrees/Eran Iliakambar Summary: Eran Iliakambar and Mosk Manytrees are on the final stretch of their journey to vanquish the plague of ice and defeat the dreaded Mage Olphix once and for all. Travelling with a mixed Seelie and Unseelie group of fae – including the Unseelie King – mourning their losses and dealing with their traumas, the two are challenged repeatedly, struggling to keep their love for each other alive during a time that threatens no only their relationship, but their lives, and the lives of all fae. (Book 3 of 3)

The Ice Plague #3 - Chapter 35 - A Prophecy

Every good fantasy story needs a prophecy, right? 

In which Mosk decides to speak to the genius loci of the land, to see if they will help in the final battle against Olphix.

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A quick note that The Ice Plague - and all of Fae Tales canon - will end in the first week of August 2022. The last three chapters will be posted fairly close together (within a few days, vs. two weeks), in what will be hopefully a pretty exciting close to the series! <3

[strawbeb]

tiktok is actually the worst thing to happen to both music and books

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.

[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[egophiliac]

bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

[twilight-zoned-out]

Some things about Allan:

He’s the only one who reacts to the narrator

He’s the only doll (besides the Weird House) who isn’t swayed in some way by Ken’s takeover

He also declares himself as “Ken's buddy" (making canon his official box description) which makes his inability to be swayed more interesting

He has bendable legs (probably the only reason he tries to jump the fence instead of going around like everyone else)

He easily decked a half-dozen construction Kens and could probably singlehandedly win the Ken fight

He seems to know more about the real world than most Barbies

He knows what NSYNC is 

He knows about other Allan copies living in the real world (I’m trying to figure out if he made this up to convince the humans he can live in the real world, but even if he did, how does he know what NSYNC is???)

There are no other Allan models

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[cemeterything]

post-nut catharsis

[beardedmrbean]

Dude save some for us homely guys

Michael Rayner

[writeouswriter]

[ID: A “This Barbie is” generated movie poster with a photo of a hand pointing directly toward you and the caption edited to read “This Barbie is not working on their WIPs.” End ID]

[violetsandshrikes]

this poor woman ended up in hospital because she ate cayenne + cinnamon coated orange (unpeeled) because there’s a health and wellness influencer with millions of views who recommends it for digestion - she burned her oesophagus

i always saw a few really good other additions of similar things on the comments

please be so, so careful taking advice from these people online, as many of them are not formally trained or educated, brand ambassadors, deep in pseudoscientific rabbit holes and unfortunately, there are many out there who struggle with disordered eating habits

(not mentioned here but another one worth noting: i have personally known people who have burned their oesophagus with viral apple cider vinegar shots and drinks. don’t do that. a burned oesophagus is not fun)

[pussypoptart]

i forgot my tumblr page is mostly softcore/straight up furry porn and i just flashbanged another student behind me with giant fox tits

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Once Batman has revealed his identity to the JL, after some strong encouragement from Superman and Wonder Woman, Bruce decides to try to start being a bit more "personable" with the rest of league. They've been colleagues for a decade and he trusts them all, and according to Clark and Diana this means there's no need for his whole mysterious "shadow of the night" bit, so he invites the league to dinner at the manor.

It is raining heavily, and even though it's not that late, it's nearly pitch dark but for the frequent lightning strikes. The league arrives together at Wayne Manor and the wrought iron gates stretch upward before them, ending in spikes at the top with ivy overgrown across them. They stand there, uncomfortable, wet, a bit weirded out, wondering how they're supposed to get passed the gates.

"This is creepy, right?" Hal says. "It's not just me?"

A voice. "Hello." As the league turns to the sound, thunder claps loud enough to startle everyone as lightning strikes, illuminating a small child standing on the other side of the gates that was definitely not there a second ago. He stands motionless under an umbrella, seemingly unbothered by the rain, expression vaguely irritated, and his eyes seem to flash green in the light. "I have been instructed to escort you inside."

The child doesn't move in any way but the gates slowly swing open, the creaking sounds sound straight out of a horror movie. Once they are fully opened, the boy turns and starts walking down the path without a word.

The league, some members quite freaked out at this point, follow him after exchanging some looks. They round a bend in the path and the manor comes into view. It is a massive dark structure, rising from the ground. Another lightning strike illuminates pointed spires, jagged edges, and it's gloomy, gothic nature. The sound of bats shrieking can be heard in the distance over the rain.

The league finally arrives at the front door, cold, wet, and thoroughly discomfited. An old man, a butler, looking out of time, opens the door, the child disappears inside. The butler welcomes everyone inside graciously but with a distant politeness. Despite the appearance of the exterior, the inside is well lit with warm light and seems inviting, though ostentatious. The league is relieved.

Until another massive lightning strike and thunder clap cuts the power off and the room is pitch black.

"Oh, you're here," a deep voice says from somewhere up above. No sooner are the words out than another lightning strike illuminates a dark, hulking figure on the staircase that was also definitely not there a second ago. At least two people scream.

Bruce is wildly confused as to why his guests are screaming, he didn't think any of them were afraid of the dark? The back up generator kicks on and the lights come back on and everybody seems to calm down. The rest of the dinner seems to go well (as well as a dinner can with the justice league and all of Bruce's kids) but strangely, to Bruce's confusion, it somehow only made his "spooky" reputation worse. He's not really sure why the whole league seems to think he lives in a haunted house.

[panstarry]

my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟

[egophiliac]

roll out the red carpet guys we're going to the SHAFTLANDS