#whoops accidentally posted this on the wrong blog

[deoidesign]

IF YOURE LOST YOU CAN LOOK AND YOU WILL FIND ME

TIME AFTER TIME

IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH YOU ILL BE WAITING

TIME AFTER TIME

[deecotan]

Something something space pirates AU where they started off as rivals who hooked up a lot & eventually pine over each other

[hyperfluffed]

I want to know what mental state I was in when I made this image

[definitelydailydocm77]

Finally got out a proper finished Doc doodle! The Daily Poem that inspired this one is “The Darkling Thrush” by Thomas Hardy, which is under the cut.

I leant upon a coppice gate       When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate       The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky       Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh       Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be       The Century's corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy,       The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth       Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth       Seemed fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among       The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong       Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,       In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul       Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carolings       Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things       Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through       His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew       And I was unaware.

The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

[benevolenterrancy]

i have a killer headache today and for some reason "headache" made me think of "yunmeng siblings" so enjoy some doodled-at-work-while-waiting-for-the-ibuprofen-to-kick-in jiang chengs

[trans-mephisto]

So that new chapter huh

Proshippers DNI

[baghead-cal]

clothing tests for durga

landscape & portrait merging

[hexidecimalhell]

💜💀💜

[snowfallenapocalypse]

A belated happy holidays from these three fools <3

[1010lilfoot]

I just got to the end (?? stopping point?) of my first route in this game, so here is some celebratory fanart! 🎉

I have all these theories and thoughts but they are really being tested...gotta see what comes next!

(still images under the cut)

[swallowtail-ageha]

MEDEA (EURIPIDES) 2023

| Syracuse Theatre Festival

Producer: INDA (Istituto Nazionale Dramma Antico)

Director: Federico Tiezzi

[inflammatoryfandomblog]

@spiderdreamer-blog said:

I liked the main trio at first when I thought the story was going somewhere, then it jumped into weird baby's-first-romance stuff that felt designed to get people to make gifsets, and Ezran was the perfect unchallenged moral center.

yeah, i mean early callum/rayla/ezran were fine. early on in like season 1, there’s a huge question mark of potential above their heads. you’re still kind of sketching the type of person they maybe are. why is callum so calm in the face of danger, thinking about cycles of violence even when an elf assassin has a knife to his neck? who is rayla, really? how has being raised an assassin affected her? and ezran is a cute kid, what challenges will he face as king?

anyways as the story went on the answers were “lmao.” they stayed in that potential stage and kind of got worse. meanwhile soren and claudia were faced with pretty serious dilemmas and really tangibly changed throughout the series in a way none of the main 3 have. when the side characters are faced with the big questions and the main characters aren’t allowed to have any feelings, you sort of end up with that.

but like. the baby’s-first-romance is a symptom that they don’t actually know what to do with the 3 mains. it was completely unplanned, and it really kind of shows. even though callum and rayla just.... didn’t really have that level of emotional connection, they sort of wrote it in because, uh, i guess girls and boys can’t be friends. and it wasn’t a small write-in, either. so much time is spent on this romance.

[anderjak]

i was thinking about making a big dumb long twitter thread, but since that site is dying, i'm posting it here:

all it really takes to be radicalized is learning how much is fakey-fake.

we cite gender as a social construct, which it is; it's entirely made up and shifts with the sands in the hourglass. but it's still pretty important for a lot of reasons.

laws are also a social construct; many of us collectively decided that there should be consequences for thing that hurt others, and we all shook hands and agreed that we'd punish people for doing those things. the fact that laws keep changing, being updated, being redacted, etc, is proof that we are quite literally making it up. most of them are just arbitrary ways of protecting us from ourselves.

money is also a social construct; bartering in and of itself is done under the belief of equivalent exchange, that to give also means to receive. we all did kinda collectively agree that, if we're gonna have a bartering system, it's better to use coins and scraps of paper instead of livestock and daughters to purchase goods and services and clout. (though we still kinda do this, it's just more frowned upon.)

we believe in these social constructs enough that defiance against these things is a pretty radical concept; part of the social contract (which in and of itself is a social construct!) is that we all agree to a certain subset of rules and expectations in order to not rub each other the wrong way or hurt each other, and violation of this upsets a so-called natural order.

what i'm saying is, social constructs are still treated as real and tangible, because many of the social constructs we have are important! they help inform us of our role in society.

however, a lot of social constructs are treated as facts of human nature, which isn't the case. one thing that kept fascinating me was the frequency in which i'd see autistic people play with gender, because, hey, if you're someone who misses social cues and often questions social constructs due to the way your brain works, it's a lot easier to perceive gender as a strictly optional selection of traits you can opt into and out of!

it also leads me to understanding why i know so many trans activists, communists, socialists, and anarchists; once you live a life wherein, as part of your modus of survival, you question a major social construct an entire culture builds itself around, markets toward, and enforces by way of marketing and storytelling and so forth. when you realize something's fakey-fake, it's a lot easier to be enraged by the idea that a lot of people simply agree that the social constructs we are expected to adhere to are inalienable and must be maintained at all costs, regardless of how many of these social constructs, like systemic bigotry, actively harm others in numerous overt and covert ways.

when you get to that point, it's a lot easier to finally start asking the question, "why DON'T we just abandon some of these things so we can actually improve our lives, especially if all they do is get in the way of genuine progress"

i think a good starting point of activism really does boil down to sitting with this idea that very few things we deal with and are affected by are in no way set in stone, and can absolutely be changed, and much of the resistance is folks who refuse to treat social constructs as anything but static and permanent.

[asheoninactive]

I don’t work Black Friday this year

[trans-mephisto]

Why is Mephisto always getting fucked with in the group collage art?? Save my man

Also don't tag this as MephRin or I'll throw you in the deep fryer

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

She didn't exactly understood why she felt so lonely.

The girl knew that she could simply just walk up to them, maybe say hi, start a conversation. It's that simple!

But she couldn't.

She couldn't.

Pamolia sat alone on her seat, blankly staring at her desk. There wasn't anything on it. No books, no pencil. No eraser. Nothing. Just a desk. She felt like crying, but even then nobody would care in the end.

She made the effort to weakly look up from her desk, and the moment she saw everyone else having fun, laughing and joking around with their friends, she felt like she just wanted to...

To...

...

Die.

It's as simple as that.

She knew that dying wouldn't be a great solution to her problems either. But can you really blame a literal teenager for feeling this way? She has her parents, Pupa, maybe some relatives here and there.

And yet they weren't enough.

No. Not even Pupa could make her feel less lonely. And she hated that fact.

She looked back down to her desk, and she could feel tears well up in her eyes. She lets them spill out, yet nobody would seem to care. Everyone else is so busy with their friends! So of course they wouldn't care about a stupid, lonely, worthless girl who's only interest is to just study bugs, study bugs, study bugs, study...

Sigh.

She just feels lonely.

And she will bask in that loneliness for now until she feels better.