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I feel like the line between “fluffy uwu self care” and “get your shit together self care” is thinner than people seem to think. Like, sitting in a quiet space with a book and maybe some twinkly fairy lights gives me the spoons to go call my damn doctor like I’ve been meaning to. Bath bombs or shower steamers make me feel content and/or sparkly, which gives me confidence to go out in public. (Plus, I bathed.) I dye my hair funky colors so if I feel like people are staring at me I can say it’s at that instead of whatever my anxiety wants it to be.
The two are not mutually exclusive, is what I’m getting at, and I never see that mentioned, just either “self care is being nice to yourself” or “self care is kicking yourself in the ass to function for a few hours”. Kick yourself in the ass with niceness.
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I dropped my phone in the shower and the water opened up instagram and changed my fucking PRONOUNS?????
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my favorite part of glass onion is how mad Benoit Blanc gets when he realizes he’s not in an impossible mystery but in fact dealing with the dumbest string of blundered crimes ever committed
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I think it'd be very funny if there was a Zelda game where Ganon isn't the big bad, but when you get to the Gerudo area there's a male Gerudo named Ganondorf there. He has zero relevance to the plot. Not any kind of twist where he becomes the villain in the end, or any kind of side quest. He's just there and that knowledge perpetually looms over your head menacingly.
I'm laughing
Zelda Heritage Post
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honestly it is sort of charming to me that the ATLA fandom has been hung up on the same imaginary teenage love triangle for fifteen years...personally I feel like it is NOT my business if Katara and Aang want to get married too young and have like a million children. godspeed to them, or whatever. but Sokka and Suki should definitely absorb Zuko into whatever they've got going on, mostly because I think it would be hysterical for two non-benders who can pass for straight if they do not open their mouths to have a regular third who is the hereditary monarch of the fire magicians. can you imagine. there's just a king in your house sometimes, rummaging half-naked through your fridge for snacks and complaining about how people keep trying to have him assassinated, and you can't tell anyone about it. hilarious dynamic.
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it's kinda comforting to me when my friends are a little annoying or longwinded or abrasive or tired and inarticulate, or they don't do the exact politest thing in every interaction, and stuff, because I know I'm sometimes annoying, or take up a more than my share of conversational space, or forget to ask them questions, etc etc, and... like, I'm always working to be nice to my friends and to get better and better at friend-ing, but it just makes me feel more human about it :}
anyway I love you friends plz know I'm not counting, in fact I feel great affection toward you even (especially) when conversations go less than Perfectly Ideal
I'm not proud to say it but this line from a 60 year old detective novel made me re-think some things about friendship
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Yes, you're right, "I'd kill for you – please, ask me to kill for you" is a fun relationship dynamic, but where's the love for the classic attack-dog power dynamic reversal? I'd have thought Tumblr would be all over that one, too. The old "I'll kill for you – and kill, and kill, and kill, if needs be – but first you have to tell me exactly what it is you want. You are not permitted moral distance. Tell me what you need from me and admit your soft hands are just as bloody as mine. Say it. Say it."
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The “i wanna be” comic
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“You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become” - Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
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IT’S SEASONAL AGAIN LADS
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Shizun, would you still love me if I was a wyrm? (Yes. Absolutely. Are you kidding?? So cool!!!)
My piece for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang, featuring a dragon transformation for Binghe! <3
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The Saga of Bob! Part 7, I think!
When last we checked in, Tumor-Bob had shrunk considerably!
Apparently this is a rare but known side-effect. Figures. Weirdly, still not as annoying as the ice mittens.
Nose hair is the unsung hero of the human body.
Heart rate increase is ALSO a known side-effect.
Apparently the mechanism is that the cleaner goes into your blood, blood goes immediately to your lungs, the cleaner aerosolizes there and floods your nasal passages. For me, it was like Dire Windex.
(Mind you, the nurses probably thought it was funny.)
Tune in next time, when we finish chemo at long last!
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One thing I don't think I've ever seen talked about is how post-apocalypse ideation is largely about homelessness.
Homelessness looms large in the American consciousness. Like, not that it's irrelevant elsewhere, but it's got a particular cultural place in the US that's reflected in Hollywood, and therefore relevant because what makes it into film and TV sets the terms of so many conversations.
We don't acknowledge it if we can help it, but I think most people know they're never more than a few very bad months from winding up there.
Even people who are sure it only happens to people who deserve it, who fuck up and put one foot in the morass of their own foolish volition. Even they know the quicksand is there, waiting to be walked into, and that the odds are stacked against ever climbing out on your own once you have. And that they, too, are capable of fucking up. Of trusting the wrong person. Of getting cancer incorrectly.
And those of us who know damn well we can't be sure we're safe even if we do everything right, we know it even better.
And in that sense it doesn't matter what the world would realistically look like after X kind of apocalypse, what people would do, how society would adapt. Because the anxiety that's being processed is about the reality that's in existence now.
About what if my world ends. And I lose access to the fruits of developed society, to clean clothes and new glasses and running water, to a safe place to sleep where I don't expect to be killed or robbed, or driven out by men with guns and dogs. To my home and work and family and everything I usually use to tell me who I am.
What if every man's hand is against me, and every meal is a small victory, and there's only my own dwindling strength between me and the long night?
Will I make it? Will I hold up under the strain? Will I retain my dignity? Will I be lucky? Will I be able to protect the people I love, in that world, the world where no one is protecting us anymore?
Is there a way to continue to live as a human person, when you're denied the prerogatives of one, and don't know if you'll ever get them back?
Putting this anxiety into the context of a massive apocalypse divorces this scenario from the burden of shame tied up in the idea of winding up in that sort of situation in the normal course of events, by having society vanish rather than expel you, personally, as a washout, and continue on around you.
It also allows you to rule out a priori the question of what resources might be offered but can't in an anticipatory context be counted on; shelters and programs and housed friends and family who may or may not help. And narrow the narrative to only the question of what you can survive, and often a fairy tale about surviving all of it and starting over.
Rehearsing for a loss in a mythologized format is a very normal anxiety processing behavior, and I think a lot of apocalypse scenario building is attached to the buried dread of that personal apocalypse. But I haven't seen that one make the list.
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I think we need to take the “what if the conventional monster was friendly?” thing in fantasy worldbuilding further. “What if the dragon was friendly?” and “what if the orcs across the valley were friendly?” are well and good, but I’m thinking more like “what if the animated skeletons in the local graveyard were friendly?”
I think with the animated skeletons in particular the key is to play up their separation from the living in a way that’s still kinda creepy, but in an odd way rather than a horrific way. Something like:
- Animated skeletons are explicitly not just skeleton versions of the living people their bones came from, and in fact don’t seem to have much in the way of individual identity – or, at least, if they do, they don’t express it in the way that humans do.
- They aren’t impaired by the loss of individual bones – including the skull! – and can freely swap bones among themselves. The same pile of loose bones won’t always animate into the same number or configuration of skeletons, nor does having more available bones necessarily translate into more skeletons.
- Consequently, questions like “how many skeletons are there?” are difficult to answer.
- Animated skeletons generally seem to understand both spoken and written languages, but don’t have much capacity for producing language; they don’t speak or write, and their capacity for signing is limited to stuff like nodding or shaking their head for “yes” or “no“, pointing to indicate objects or directions, etc.
- In spite of this, they appear to be able to communicate complex information and ideas amongst themselves, but it happens via some undetectable, (presumably) non-language-based medium.
- Their otherwise limited expressive capacity notwithstanding, skeleton “culture” (if that’s the word for it) is very big on making music. Instruments and sheet music are among the few material goods that skeletons value, though the former are typically limited to those that can be operated without breath.
- (This generally means percussion and strings. Wind instruments that can be operated without breath are an occasional feature; pipe organs are a big deal in those skeleton communities that can get their phalanges on them, as are a modified form of bagpipes, operated by two-skeleton teams where one plays the music and the other inflates the bag with a portable bellows.)
- Apart from music, skeletons are mostly into repetitive manual labour, though exclusively on a volunteer basis, as they’re uninterested in payment and will simply collapse into inanimate piles of bones if coerced. If you want a skeleton to do something for you, be prepared to explain why, in detail, to a silent, motionless, and expressionless audience.
- Skeletons are notably more likely to heed a request from a priest or religious scholar than from laypersons. There are a lot of theories as to why this is; the skeletons themselves are disinclined to comment.
- A skeleton with nothing better to do may squat like a gargoyle near some well-trafficked location and observe local goings-on, remaining motionless apart from turning its skull toward points of interest for days or weeks on end. It’s generally considered polite not to draw attention to their presence.
(To be clear, I am aware of the existence of bellows-driven bagpipes that are designed to be played by a single operator, but they’re generally smaller and quieter instruments, and I specifically wanted to include the mental image of a skeleton blasting the hell out of a full set of war-pipes.)
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[UPDATE] - Art, Sites, Etc
Hello, friends.
As of this Friday, I am getting laid off from the job I've had for nearly a decade. Which is scary.
While this is happening, I am in the process of working with three amazing sapphic creators (@ependasketchpad, @blackbackedjackal, and @trashasaurusrex, respectively) on building a site that will be the new host for most of the work I would have typically posted on here and Twitter/BSky/etc, as well as some really exciting projects that I am positive people are gonna like seeing.
Much of it will be paywalled, for the simple reason that-- well. This, working on Nina, Sandra, Phoebe, et al's stories, will now be my full-time job. I will still have public-facing work and previews to show on here and other social media sites, but the bulk of my illustrations/sketches/etc will be offered to subscribers.
As much as this is a gamble - people are rightfully annoyed by having a bunch of disparate subscriptions these days - I can promise fans, especially sapphic fans, that it will be worth your while, and as we'll be operating independently, it will be with minimal disruptions/conflicts over whether or not 'adult material' is allowed or an issue (as in, it won't be, there will be no arbitrary blackouts or mass deletions because someone got a bug up their ass, etc).
...Phew.
So, yeah, it's big news. It's big scary. But I'm excited about what we'll be able to do moving forwards, and I am deeply grateful to have been given the reach I need to even think about making any of this a reality.
Last: if you would like to donate to the project as it's being worked on, I am leaving my Patreon up for donations and updates.
Thank you all so much, truly, and I'm looking forward to taking this new (scary) journey with all of you.
❤️🐺❤️
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this next character is a striped gnoll! Because the range of real life striped hyenas extends into the Middle East and India, I took inspiration from 19th-century Ottoman Turkish fashion for her outfit.
I imagine this character as living a cosmopolitan life in a city or busy town, working as the owner of a high-end textile and jewelry shop. New customers are sometimes surprised by her species; she resents the misconception among non-gnolls that her people are coarse barbarians who can't have an eye for fine things.