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it’s a long shot, but i really really really hope these social distancing, self-isolation protocols make people reconsider our justice system. people are struggling with staying in the comfort of their own homes for a few weeks, with all their shit, food delivery options and internet access. and of course, it IS a struggle, i am not diminishing that! but hopefully this sheds a light on just how inhumane it is to put someone in a cell for 25+ years. hopefully it hints at how solitary confinement is actual, literal torture. anyway abolish prisons.

also just as a note, the first federal prisoner died of covid19-related complications in the US recently: a man serving a 27-year sentence for nonviolent drug crimes.

based on the fact this post hasn’t even broken 300 notes and ive already gotten about 8 replies saying some variation of “but some people deserve state sanctioned torture!!!” i can see i was correct. even this experience won’t encourage compassion in everyone.

hey, this just in: the state shouldn’t be allowed to torture anyone. full stop. no matter what. the fact that this is considered too radical is uhhhh making me wanna go back to bed for 12 hours.

bill nye has fucking snapped. if you say the words “chinese hoax” he’ll personally teleport to your location, set you on fire, and tell you that “oh no boo hoo you can’t stop being on fire because it costs too much money to not be on fire guess it’s just not worth extinguishing you”. he’d stab an oil company exec with knife hidden under his light blue lab coat. that man has gone off the civility rails, he is absolutely living, i admire him fully, we stan 

Bill Nye has what feels like a valid anti-hero/supervillain origin story. Young, optimistic scientist dedicates his life to educating children about science, but then watch as those same kids grow up to ignore science and continue to destroy the earth. So in a fit of rage/act of desperation he activates Super ScientistTM mode and becomes his superpowered persona and starts killing billionaires in ridiculous over-the-top fourth grade science fair experiment related ways.

Tbh, I’d help him

Reblog to become Supervillain Bill Nye’s nameless henchperson

Puppers take a field trip to the Georgia aquarium (via: @georgiaaquarium)

It’s high time for a giveaway!

First prize will be a box of goodies, including stickers, sweets, and more fun little things, as well as a full body simple color commission of a character of your choosing (existing characters as well as OCs!).

Second prize will be some stickers from my shop and a line art commission of up to two characters of your choosing.

Rules are simple! Just like and reblog this post to enter! I will be randomly selecting the two winners on January 18th. You can reblog this post as many times as you’d like before then, but as always, don’t spam your followers.

Note: Since I will be sending you physical goods, you will have to provide me with an address. I will ship internationally!

I love you all so much, thank you for your constant support, and I hope the new year brings health and happiness to you all! Good luck!

Please feel free to message me with any questions!

angery!

150 million years worth of reptilian fury contained in a body smaller than a shoebox

hashtag animashun

lol turn on the sound

im so glad this is back in my dash

the smears, yall. these r sum good ass smears

op is literally god

#Too pure for this world

Sevdiğim kediler

sound on!!!

When you learned of the god of war, you thought he’d be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.

You weren’t quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.

Olive skin, black hair, skinny, dirty face with pale lines where tears had sliced through the ash and dust. A white chiton dress and a threadbare shawl draped over her shoulders.

A pair of wings - huge, black vulture wings, far too large on her tiny body - were the only things that suggested she was divine.

The general shifted his weight from foot to foot. Obviously respect had to be given to gods, but… “Er - I’m sorry, I was invoking Ares? The god of war?”

The child god shrunk in on herself, and pulled the shawl over her shoulders. She muttered something. “Sorry?” the general asked.

“Ares is the god of slaughter,” the child god said in a slightly louder voice. “Not war.”

The general looked at the priest. The priest shrugged, clearly lost at sea. “Well,” the general said, “then maybe Athena? Goddess of tactics in war?”

“Tactics,” the child god repeated. “Not war.”

There was a long, ugly silence, as the huge vulture wings shifted with the whisper of brushing feathers. “My name is - was - Iphigenia. Daughter of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, commander of the Greeks who stormed the walls of Troy. When my father disgraced Artemis, and the winds of Greece would not blow her battleships to Troy, I was brought to Aulis. For my wedding, I was told. I was-”

She sobbed. Teardrops dribbled off her chin and fell to the temple floor. “I was fourteen. And then I was brought to the highest altar in Aulis, and - and then - and-”

Another sob. “I was fourteen,” she said.

The vulture wings draped over her, and she disappeared under the cloak of black feathers. When they parted, and when the child god looked up at the general, he fell backwards. Those eyes. Eyes he’d seen a thousand times in battle -

“I am the true spirit of war, general,” the child god said. “I am the goddess of bloodshed, of sacrifice, of the slaughter of innocents. I am invoked when men ravage, burn and pillage. I am invoked when mothers cry out, when sons die, when daughters are stolen. I hear it all, general. I have heard it all since the fall of Troy.”

The terrible wings opened up. The child god loomed over the fallen man, twenty, thirty feet tall. Somewhere, the priest was screaming. “How dare you call upon my name.”

Iphigenia

This is gorgeous.

Reblogging again for the art. Great work!

Shmebulock gets me

inspired by a dream I had

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fool (self-diagnosed)