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There once was a doctor named Freud

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Parrot Toadstool (Gliophorus psittacinus)

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People do remember that Victorian mourning was about like. Being sad. Right?

It wasn't just an excuse to be ostentatiously goth. They had other ways to be ostentatiously goth, trust me. It was a way to say "hey, I'm going through something really really awful; please be gentle with me."

It looks goth to us now because we associate all of their clothing with that, but imagine someone today going around in very normal, subdued, all black every day attire and that's what that looks like to them. Imagine memorial tattoos and T-shirts and things like that – that's what all of those rings and brooches looked like to them. Because those were normal modes of self expression at the time, just like tattoos or shirts are today 

Feel like they would be a far fewer garments and objects being mistakenly and sensationally labeled as "mourning [ie garment worn exclusively for this purpose, not just a black garment that could serve for the later stages but also for everyday]" on the Internet today if people kept remembering the basic maxim of "does this visually demonstrate that someone is sad?"

Sparkly revealing black stuff is not what you wear when you're sad. Sparkly revealing black stuff is what you wear when you're having fun wearing sparkly revealing black stuff

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“Do you ship...” Buddy I will ship almost anything if I think about it too long. I love love and situations

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I love doing terrible things to May via this awful little psychologist. It's been too long.

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okay but i THINK we NEED to know the deal with Casey's background!! at the edge of my seat 👀👀

Captain Casey's backstory:

it's not a happy one :')

(warning below for phsical violence, not from casey)

Captain Casey was, originally, a Constable for the city of London. A deeply misguided adult, Casey thought the law was there to help, to protect, and that those who were locked up deserved it, and it was a small price to pay for the safety of general London. She was convinced she was doing the right thing, and was doing her very damndest to be a 'good constable'.

Being trained by Lewis, she was actually on the path for a promotion. Committed to the law, working tirelessly day and night and day to bring suspects to justice, and with a spotless record, there was no one better for it.

And then came a new Railroad, and someone higher up in charge of the Constables needed someone to keep an eye on things, and make sure everything was being done by the books. So Casey was chosen, and sent on her way, watching over the line and the board room, and reporting back all that happened, as instructed.

Along the way, Casey met Furnace Ancona. And Casey liked Furnace. So Casey tried to use the Law to protect Furnace and her union, and along the way confessed her feelings. But as Casey and Furnace grew close, that wedge between them became more noticable. There was very little Casey could do to protect Furnace or her union. Casey was unable to budge from the cause though, convinced that she could find a way to help them, to prevent harm.

She couldn't.

Eventually it all came to a head in Hillchanger's Tower, and in the recovery after.

Casey and Furnace were both left heartbroken, but there was still a duty that had to be fufilled. Casey made Furnace into Rebel's Citadel, and was left to guard what remained of her once partner. By this point, Casey's convictions were thoroughly shaken, and Casey knew things were bad. This, of course, made them want to fix things from the inside out. There had to be a way, surely?

There wasn't a way.

Then came the massacre. Something went wrong during the rounds of peacekeeping, and Casey watched several of her co-workers kill Furnace's citizens, and bloody her cobbles. Casey was involved in the initial scuffle, but when things turned to violence, she was unable to find a way to justify what things had come to. Casey tried to pry her co-workers off of the citizens, but her bruises were for nought. She was a witness to the horrors of her profession in a way clearly undeniable.

But a witness could still do good. So Casey found someone higher up, someone who would surely be able to hold the other officers accountable. And Casey told everything that had happened, right down to names and numbers.

Her co-workers were none too happy with having a whistleblower in their ranks, and soon that brutality turned onto Casey, leaving them disabled, and in need of a wheelchair. Casey was left for the Boatman in The Place Where They Bury The Bodies.

They used this time to think on what happened, what they had seen, what they had done. Casey came to a singular, horrible conclusion: They were wrong. Worse, they needed to get out.

So Casey used what they had been given, escaped, and faked their death, which was considerably hard for them with their injuries and lack of knowledge. But escape they did, changing their identity, and a bit of its appearance as well. Casey, still haunted by the loss of Furnace, and the tragedy that had occured, decided to study trains, and threw itself into becoming a near-anonymous engineer. The constable was never seen from again, and Casey reviled the institution it had once been a part of.

Casey was never able to let its guard down in the Neath, so when the gates of the Avid Horizon opened to the skies, it took the opportunity, carrying a brick from the streets of Rebel's Citadel, Furnace's heart, and all their money, to go make a future for itself and others. It hurt dearly, leaving Furnace behind, but they hope she would be proud of them, so far from London, taking a second chance.

(ideally somewhere in here i think i want to make Casey go through LFs as well..)

So, can you see why Captain Casey refuses to kill anyone? Why, when they crack open ministry monitors, it always insists on lining up the crew and staring them down, looking for those who are a little less loyal, or those with a reason to *be* a little less loyal? Why Casey loves its crew as dearly as it does?

yeah

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The first Faraday Cage was designed not to guard against electromagnetic fields, but to hold Dr. Faraday himself.

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being a fan of something with like 30 total fans on tumblr is funny bc you get like 12 notes on a post and you're like wow the gang's all here

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A Chance Encounter At A Gathering

> Wave to The Manager of the Royal Beth > Debate with The Jovial Contrarian > Make a swift getaway [This pathway is locked: Impossible!]

It is August and I had a great urge to draw the older mobility aid using gentleman of the calendar council - who can resist some greying hair and wrinkles, hm?

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I love when a fandom is like this

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"We have lost too much. Our past, and our sense of self, and our family, and so much more." It chokes on what sounds like a sob. "We can never go back. Why do you insist on...?"

The amalgamy that makes up the whole of them considers this, pained at its suffering and its incomprehension. "We're not trying to go back to being who we were. We're just trying to live, however we can."

"But it'll never be the same." It pleads, voice reedy with desperation. "I can't be anything else, because if I am then I will lose who I was, and that has already been taken from me. You can't– please, don't take it from me too–"

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And the truth of the issue is laid bare. Harper's propensity for honesty reflects, even if that reflection is a Lyre.

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how many flondon people used to be/are in the homestuck fandom.

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Got tagged by @the-dye-stained-socialite to describe yourself in 10 pictures from your phone! I... Tried?? Jdvskdbdk.

I tag you. Yes, you, specifically, the person reading this. (Unless you do not want to in which case no I didn't.)

(But really like everyone I could specifically think to tag has been tagged already I think and I'm spacey as hell tonight so if you want to do this, consider it a tag!)

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holds up a sticky note that has 'narcolepsy' written on it in sharpie. slowly turns to face the manager

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Large antique hand-carved wooden trompe l’oeil panel from a horse-drawn hearse, c. late 19th century. Salvaged from a Victorian funeral carriage.

the final curtain

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the problem w making up OCs is before you can get the rewards of shitposting about them you must first submit yourself to the mortifying ordeal of explaining who they are.

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Captain Casey's train is commonly described as 'black'. Eyewitnesses however, agree that this is a grave understatement, and that a more apt description would be 'a void punched into the sky in the shape of a train, through which sigils blaze'. But that's a bit of mouthful isn't it?

Some art for my SSkies Captain's train, based loosely on the title screen train, and my own experience with trains!

sigils are:

the erroneous assumption that there will be a tomorrow

writ upon the heavens

a mistake, forged into a triumph

to assemble a name from scars