Ramblings and Realms

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You run a Bakery, just a normal bakery, the only problem is that your customers at midnight to 6AM are mythical creatures who pay with gemstones and ancient gold and silver coins

“My guy, you are overpaying for your bread.” I tell the being in front of me, getting a hissed out sound that could be a laugh, could be a death rattle. There are six sourdough loaves on the counter, unbagged and still a little warm from the oven. It’s four-forty-five AM, and sunrise is in thirty minutes. “Unless this is a trick coin that disappears when the sun rises.” I muse, looking down at the very suspicious *solid gold* coin sitting on my counter. It’s happened before. “I’ll go get the scale I guess.” I say, resigned, and head back to the office where I keep the box of jewelers-grade tools for this kind of thing. If the coin is real, it certainly is heavy enough to be Significant. It’s nearly two ounces of solid gold. “Look.” I say, sighing as I look up the days gold prices. “If I take this coin as a solid piece, *and* it’s genuine through a year and a day, I’ll take the value and set you up a tab so that you don’t have to pay every time. Human money isn’t worth as much as this any more, and it’s not fair to overcharge you for *bread*.” I tell it. The coin is worth over five thousand dollars in modern human American currency. That’s absolutely going to be a pain to explain to the IRS. A chittering sound like birds in the dark. Agreement, probably. Should be anyhow, my refusal to cheat anyone has been the reason these strange beings show up more and more often. “So I can’t make change for this.” I tell the being. “I’ll add it to the Vault, get it appraised once I’ve got it authenticated, and in the meantime you can have as much bread as you want.” I say, and the bread vanishes into the things robes, to a very loud chirping storm that is silenced when the robes fall back into place. “Pleasure doing business.” the being says in a voice that isn’t human, is very much *not* human and I don’t want to ask further. “We will return. The wild seed rolls are delightful.” it says in six different voices, and I grin and nod. “Come back on Thursday.” I tell them. “I’ve been experimenting again, and I think the sunflower and pumpkin seed rolls are ready to go live. We’ve got the drop scheduled on instagram and tiktok!” I tell them, and they whistle a chirpy tune as they pull a cell phone out of nowhere and scan my code that I had etched into the counter so that I didn’t have to make business cards. Even the eldrich have smartphones these days, and it’s just easier to have something available that they don’t have to touch to get what they want, since some rules still say that they must offer something of equivalent exchange and cannot take gifts. Like a business card. It’s not easy running a bakery, and nobody else will work the witching hours, but it’s a lot of fun. I’d had no idea that so many *interesting* beings also loved bread as much as I do. I turn from waving to the strange being, and I move to check out my next customer. Who is absolutely not three gnomes in a trench coat. Absolutely not. That would be absurd. They want three sandwiches, three giant cookies, and three coffees. Can’t be three gnomes in a trench coat though. The rubies they pay with are very pretty though, and I consider again how hard it would be to find a jeweler who didn’t ask questions. A ruby necklace would be a lovely way to turn the gems and gold into cash for the business account. I reload the gnomes tab, and they leave with their sandwiches and coffee and cookies, and I throw in a pack of ginger snap cookies for them to try too, since they always leave me good reviews on the local facebook pages.

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You were absolutely right to tag me in this, this is phenomenal! Fun and fresh and endearing! The gnomes in a trench coat has my cry-laughing after the day I’ve had. Thanks so much for sharing your writing @jazzybot4

Transmisogynists have been talking about putting “terfs don’t interact” banners on their own posts to trick people into reblogging them

So remember to look at people’s urls before reblogging

Every fucking time this post blows up I get terfs in my notes. Which means some of you well meaning people reblogging this have terf followers without even knowing

shit like this is why its so important to actually KNOW terf rhetoric and dog whistles and be able to recognize the bullshit even devoid of the context of transmisogyny. because all of their ideas perpetuate it, but most dont explicitly state it. 

i dont have a comprehensive list rn but honestly if you see any posts that are like “all men are predisposed to violence and are inherently horrible” thats probably terf shit. please just pay attention to stuff you reblog

In case anyone doubted the fact that bigots ACTIVELY try to recruit you by making themselves seem like just another unassuming Tumblr blog

Arthur Aguefort: Gorgug is NOT a himbo, he’s smart!

Me: correct take, that!

Arthur Aguefort: also he’s the only one in any dimension who can kill me

Me: wait what

You would think he would know to rile him up less. Arthur Aguefort craves death.

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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

to sum up: eric adams defrauded the city of millions of dollars using fake donations from the authoritarian erdogan government to earn matching money from the municipal electoral public funds program (in fact, matched 8-to-1, e.g., $2,000 for a $250 donation), then enacted austerity, claiming the city had no money, cutting library, education, and homelessness funds, while boosting the NYPD budget, salaries, and overtime pay. cartoon-level villain

His homelessness policy included trying to forcibly institutionalize people in psych hospitals for existing on the streets.

He limited right-to-shelter for migrants at the same time.

And complaints of police violence shot up under his negligent government.

This feels like an appropriate time to say USAmericans better fucking not wish natural disasters on states that go red this November. You are not progressive for wishing death and pain upon disproportionately Southern, disproportionately impoverished, disproportionately vote-suppressed, and disproportionately Black states. If Georgia flips back to red or NC doesn't flip blue, I don't want to hear a single fucking hurricane joke. This happens every election year, and every election year it's just as shitty and callous.

I know people love "Waffle House Index" jokes, but please remember that Waffle House workers have talked about the company's blatant disregard for their safety. Waffle House SHOULD be closed when a storm is coming, just like everything else non-essential. Waffle House refusing to close until the last minute is a genuine labor rights issue.

This article from last year talks a little about the ways Waffle House workers have tried to organize to protect themselves from the company. Waffle House being open in a dangerous storm means that the workers can't evacuate or prioritize their own safety. And that's really, really fucked.

Nope, not ready for that yet

I shoved this one down pretty hard at the time.

But not so hard that it couldn’t pop up when I came out and slap me across the face with a giant sign that says “You fucking egg.”

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appalachia is devastated. towns i loved, towns i visited all the time, are gone. not damaged, GONE. they are leveled to the ground. there is nothing left but rubble and ruin. people are dead. appalachia is poor to begin with and relies on tourism for a lot of its income, and multiple of those tourist locations are just...gone.

my town is okay, but it's flooded and wrecked. trees are blocking all but one way out of our neighborhood. power lines are hanging limp in the roads. we've been without power for over 24 hours and will continue to be without power for likely another 24+. disabled people and poor people are GOING to die from this. gods save appalachia.

it's always a hit or miss with appalachian charities. a lot are just evangelism with no action behind what they do. i suggest looking into them before donating.

operation airdrop

nc community foundation

mountain projects

homeward bound

manna food bank

adding some additional photos from the other side of the mountains here in northeast tennessee. there has been genuinely catastrophic flooding in many areas and billions of dollars of damage across NETN and WNC. we are not built to withstand this. 33 people are currently missing in unicoi county alone

to those of you reblogging this, thank you. i have not seen one negative comment about appalachia and i cannot put into words what that means as someone who has lived here for their entire life. we are used to being mocked, scorned, and dismissed, to being the butt of classist jokes, and y'all aren't doing that. thank you. so much.

i can’t tell y’all how bewildered i am that this happened. i’m in eastern nc and when we don’t want to risk a hurricane we go in that direction. they are HOURS from the coast and way above sea level. meanwhile what happened this time is my area (much closer to the coast, swampy lowlands) just got a little rain and folks all the way in the damn mountains lost their entire towns. there was no predicting this.

completely unpredictable and unprecedented weather disasters are becoming more and more common.

Topologists are never beating the hole fascination accusations

practically saying the quiet part out loud

https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/interactive/2024/trans-sports-girls-florida-bans

15 year old trans girl who was on the volleyball team in a south Florida school had her childhood basically destroyed by school board officials outing her, and they fired her mom from the school and punished her more harshly than abusive parents for supporting her daughter

version w/ no paywall

this story is fucking horrific, that poor kid

once when I was at my dad’s workplace, he and I were speaking to his coworker who had a butterfly tattoo. and as soon as she was out of earshot, he said “whenever I see people with tattoos, I feel that their parents have failed them.” and me, being the child of this person, who already had multiple tattoos hidden under clothing, was like 😬

people who are judgmental about tattoos are so funny to me. when my aunt saw my wrist flowers she said “well now you can never become a lawyer. you’ve limited yourself.” and it was like……I am old as fuck with an arts degree and have zero ambitions toward law, those are probably bigger obstacles.

like yes, I will never become a lawyer, because I am an illustrator. tattoos aren’t the problem there.

I worked with a bloke who was THEE most straight-laced, button-up dude you've ever met. Only sike, no he wasn't, that was just a carefully curated facade. He was actually a super cool dude who owned several snakes and who went overseas to get gay-married YEARS before it was legalised here - and he was COVERED in tattoos. He wore a dress shirt with slacks and a tie every single day, and he had to wear a long-sleeved top under his shirts whenever he wore a white one, so that his tattoos didn't show through the fabric.

We worked with this woman who was great, but VERY old-school. One day, tattoos came up and I mentioned that the only reason I don't have one is because my attention span is too short-lived to commit to having something permanently on my skin; I would love it for a few years and then I would be over it and would wish I'd gotten something else.

She launches into this whole speech-slash-rant, begging me not to get a tattoo, telling me that I'll regret it, telling me that only degenerates get tattoos.

Tattoo-guy, who kept his tats VERY much on the downlow because the job he was in would have frowned upon them, says something along the lines of, "oh, RIGHT? Honestly, the rise in tattoos in today's youth is something society aught to be ashamed of."

I start grinning, because I know about his tattoos, and I know he's taking the piss, but old-school-colleague does NOT know. She's like "Ah! An ALLY!!" and launches into an even more impassioned rant.

He joins her - matches her energy perfectly. Throws in a few lines about how "you know, in Japan, if you have a tattoo it means you're a CRIMINAL" and other such juicy bits. Meanwhile, as he's talking, he's taking off his jacket, unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt, revealing the white long-sleeved top underneath. He waits for an opportune moment -- she was half way through a staunch sentence about Just What She Would Do If Her Son Ever Came Home Tattooed, and he pushes his long-sleeve all the way up to his elbow, revealing his many, many tattoos.

She SHRIEKS.

I shit you not, the sound she made lives rent-free in my head. Absolutely screamed in horrified shock; turns around and shields her eyes, the whole thing. I'm pissing myself laughing at this point, and so is tattoo-guy. He rolls up his other sleeve just in time for her to manage to gather herself and turn back around, only to be faced with his second tattooed forearm, and she screams again and turns away.

The shrieking was mostly due to her own embarrassment, not that she genuinely couldn't look at the tattoos -- it was that she'd realised she'd gone on this absolutely passionate rant about the inherent degenerate nature of anyone who gets a tattoo...... to her very highly esteemed co-worker, who was a walking artpiece under his starched white shirt, and she was MORTIFIED.

He wasn't offended, though -- he was laughing just as much as I was, ABSOLUTELY delighted to have been able to set up and execute his little prank -- and it wasn't long before she saw the funny side of it too and was laughing with us, HEARTILY embarrased, but in addition to it being genuinely hilarious, I suspect it might also have given her reason to, you know, not judge people with tattoos so uniformly? Or to go on fewer impassioned rants about how much she hates tattoos, at the very least.