I had a dream last night that I was present at the court of Tsar Nicholas II for some unspecified reason when a rival wizard showed up to challenge Rasputin. The rival performed all sorts of miracles like flying through the air and transforming into a fox and such, and I remember dream-me wondering how Rasputin was going to get out of this one, because everybody knows he doesn’t really have magic powers, right? But then Rasputin just walks up to the rival wizard, whips a sword out of his robes, and fucking cuts the guy’s head off, then blandly remarks to the mass of horrified onlookers that he couldn’t have been much of a wizard if he can’t even survive getting his head cut off with a sword.
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Yes light pollution is a real problem but I also want to bring up the fact that if you were outside at night in ancient Roman times you would just die. Like monsters (Boar, wolves) were real and they would just murder the fuck out of you if you were outside at night. Most modern human do not have context for how ludicrously dangerous night used to be.
But, with your help, we can change this. I'm running for the office of Weird Bug In Charge Of The Nighttime on the campaign foundation of personally ensuring that nobody can go "OuTsIdE" once the sun sets without being once again! in mortal fear of "ghosts", "haints", and "rabid", "wild beasts!". Donate to this "GOOD!" cause and, together, we can make a difference by releasing large breeding populations of grizzly bears into New York City subways.!!
gotta love how in 2012 Tumblr, all the replies on even slightly weirdly worded posts and replies were like "oh mY GOD what did I just read" and "THIS ENTIRE WEBSITE IS ON DRUGS" and a long series of Superwholock gifs of people flailing and laying face down on the ground and generally overreacting
and in 2022 someone can just calmly post shit like "off I fuck on my weekly journey into the deep murky woods to snort a line of ants off the Woodland Ghoul's dick" and nobody even comments, they'll just quietly nod like yeah mood and reblog that shit.
Maybe a faint little "yeah that's valid" hiddne quietly in the notes.
It's because all the scandalized people moved to Twitter. It's just us feral ghoulknobbers now with nobody let to stop us.
Just a legend spouting truths
help a queer latinx queer femme afford diabetes meds!! (please don’t scroll) Hey pals, most of you know me as Tai. I’m a 22 year old queer undocumented latinx femme and aspiring novelist, and I’m currently fucking panicking because my health insurance contract just ended. I have Type 1 diabetes, so my body depends on medication that’s vital to my life. I’m on a work visa that expires in a few months, and it’s the only documentation keeping me safe and “legal” in the eyes of the country. This year I’m hoping to complete my green card process so that I can reside in this country for good. My work contract from my last job also ran out and as an immunocompromised person, I’ve struggled to find safe work during this pandemic. I am not eligible for financial aid from the government. This is time sensitive. I’m just looking for support to help me with funding by diabetes meds. This is hugely time sensitive. Feel free to share this link with your immediate community! Any donations welcome, no amount is too small! Your help and support is greatly appreciated. 💖 kofi (preferred)
$goshdarnittai
handy-dandy guide to undead druids. do not approach in the wild unless you are a trained professional.
“locals call him That Bastard and they’re right”
goals.
my favorite Geralt monologue from the whole books, which I've talked about before, is when he's being interrogated by the prefect Fulko Artevelde who gives his idea of how to keep law and order and make the world safe, and Geralt responds with just... the most scathing ACAB retort of all time
I’m so happy I’ve finally received @runawaymarbles commissioned ficprint of @determamfidd incredible lotr story, Sansûkh, in it’s entirety!! It here there is all 50 chapters divided into 3 books, as well as some extras like the Meet a Dwarrowdam series.
These books are stunning, professional and hefty, I couldn’t be happier to with their look and feel. Time to reread Sansûkh!
@runawaymarbles was a dear that creatively created the look of these, inside and out. We nerded out over khuzdul and tengwar, and didn’t flitch when I asked to add the epilogue to book 3, even though it made The Foraging of Hope like 25% longer and thicker then planned (see how long the epilogue is below)
Edit: @runawaymarbles has put these up on a drive so that you can print your own copies through lulu.express. These versions are made for the linen wrap hardcover! Enjoy Sansûkh fandom this is for you. 😘
With the disclaimer that I’m not into Homeric scholarship at all so this is just me pulling things out of thin air and overall vibes, but I love the idea of the Odyssey reimagined as a horror story. Something crawls out of the carnage of the Trojan War and drags itself home across a monster-infested Mediterranean, and past a certain point that thing is more revenant than living human. Again, this is more fanfiction than textual interpretation, so please refrain from being annoying in the notes.
Enough feminist retellings of Greek Classics, I want cosmic horror retellings that really lean into the idea that everyone is powerless against their fates and the gods. Everyone is already dead, Odysseus died a long time ago, but Athena won’t let him die, and Penelope weaves and undoes and weaves again and waits for the shambling corpse of her husband to make its way home and lie down next to hers, and perhaps what happened to Hector and Achilles was a mercy after all?
I love when characters are biologically alive, but narratively dead, when they passed the narrative event horizon a long time ago and now the only thing left is their metaphorical reanimated corpse being dragged through the remainder of the story, and I love when this is a deliberate literary device to hammer in the tragedy and horror of the event that marked the point of no return for their character arc.
Bury them deep and other spooky stuff of mine for the spooky month >:)
Undead creatures, lots of bones and some blood are included.
It's fucked up how much advertising for health and fitness stuff focuses on "this will make you ~more attractive~ which is just code for 'thin' with an optional 'toned but useless muscles' spin if you're a man" when none of that is the goal or even the most likely result of fitness programs. It shouldn't be about being appealing to others it should be about being more confident and having more fun in what you and your body can do.
There should be a much bigger focus on like... Yoga as a way to gain muscle range in recovery from injury. Weight training so you can carry your kids when they get tired, or so you can put your mate on your shoulders during a gig to see better. Looking into diet choices so you can cook a homemade meal for friends. Rock climbing or obstacle courses or parkour because when was the last time you, as an adult, got to look at a fun challenge and say to your pal 'gaun then, bet you cannae dae that, race ye'? Football, rugby, basketball, dodgeball, it's about playing, not about... Dress size or some such bullshit.
Everyone I know who enjoys exercise has these sorts of reasons - my dad's an avid climber because it lets him have fun with his friends completing physical puzzles and cheers him up when he's stressed, my mate cycles because it helps his leg injury hurt less and means he can have fun hanging out with people for longer without being in pain, when I stopped eating meat and started having half a thought about nutrition it made me genuinely enjoy cooking for the first time. You should be encouraged to walk or jog because there's something interesting over there, not out of some sense of aesthetic burden.
Capitalism has driven us to a point where the narrative is "you're ugly and morally deficient, which are of course the same thing, unless you do fitness programs you hate chasing an arbitrary standard". There's no fun in it any more.
Fuck off, burn your local gym, and meet me round the waste ground for a game of rounders.
I do walking, but this reminded me of my skates I wanna go use now!
jesus christ
I’m scared and laughing at the same time, I didn’t even know it was possible
Basel Zoo, Switzerland
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Oh they look so pleased with themselves at the end. 😍